Interest

A/N Well thank you very much for the reviews, ya'll. Glad you're enjoying it so far. ^_^ And a big wave out readers who haven't given up on my Inuyasha fiction yet, LOL. Nice to see you again. Here's another chapter. Like I said before, These are pretty short for the most part.


SUMMARY: Miroku pushes someone a little too far.
THEME: Kiss

All the following warnings MAY apply to all chapters, but WILL apply at sometime in the story: MPREG, anal, oral, humor, N/C, H/C, hand job, blow job, WAFF, M/M, Rim, Spanking (mild)

Chapter 3 - Kiss

Pretending to be asleep was a skill Miroku had perfected as soon as he’d discovered the wonders of voyeurism. He’d been rather proud of the skill. It was useful for spying, peeping, and even situations where he needed to judge the intentions of those around him.
It was also something he knew would never fool Inuyasha. The hanyou and every demon they’d ever encountered were usually too aware to be taken in by a mere human trying to imitate heart and lung sleep patterns.

So as Inuyasha came back into camp late at night a few days after ‘the incident,’ when the moon was high in the sky, Miroku didn’t even bother pretending somnolence. He sat up, watching his friend with such blatant curiosity that he hoped Inuyasha would tell him what he’d been up to for the last few hours. Since Miroku had been stuck back at camp worrying over Inuyasha’s one time grope, for the entire night no less, he felt he deserved some sort of explanation of Inuyasha’s sudden retreat. He needed something to keep his mind from focusing on Inuyasha’s hands, and most especially how they had felt, and Inuyasha was the only one who could provide it.

The crickets chirped happily as Inuyasha arranged himself quietly at the edge of the firelight without saying a word.

Miroku cleared his throat ostentatiously.

Inuyasha turned his head away and scrunched up against a tree.

Now that was simply irritating, Miroku thought. He’d have to come out and ask. “What have you been doing, Inuyasha? I almost thought you had returned to the village.”

Inuyasha stiffened at his words and he continued staring to the side. “Don’t talk to me, monk.”

“Eh? And why ever not? I’m not the one who arrived so late and rudely interrupted his companion’s sleep. If anyone should be requesting silence, it should be me.”

“So why don’t you, idiot? I can’t interrupt your damn sleep if you’d just shut the hell up.” Inuyasha’s voice was low and angry. Miroku found himself filled with the urge to pound on his head.

“It’s too late. Curiosity alone is going to keep me awake now.”

Inuyasha snarled under his breath and turned away from Miroku even more.

“Inuyasha, there’s no reason to be so secretive.” There truly wasn’t. After all, it wasn’t as though he were off having a… a tryst. There was no one Inuyasha knew to have a liaison with; Kikyou was long gone. So what had he been doing?

Miroku rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Could he be meeting someone? Butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the thought. It had been just the two of them for so long he hadn’t truly thought of what might happen if Inuyasha became romantically entangled. It might explain how he’d been acting, though. If she weren’t the type to be physically intimate, he might merely be a victim of unrequited lust. That had been known to bring on all sorts of bizarre behavior in the male of the species.

Miroku knew that better than anyone.

“Inuyasha, were you meeting a lover, perchance?”

There was a snort and one arm went up in an obscene gesture.

Now that was just too much. He was merely asking a few questions, there was no need for that. With a small hmph of his own, Miroku gave in to the unsettled feeling in his gut and the anger in his chest and got to his feet. A few steps and he was within range of Inuyasha’s head, which he hit with a satisfying smack of his staff.

“There. Just so you know you can’t be such a –“

Miroku lost his voice, and his air, when Inuyasha spun on him and sent him flying. He landed halfway across the clearing with a harsh thud. The hanyou was on top of him instantly, straddling his body. Shoving with his arms and bucking his hips, Miroku tried to shake him off and ended with Inuyasha’s claws around his throat, pinning him to the ground.

He could barely breathe, but he stopped struggling. Inuyasha might lash out at him when he was angry, but holding him like this? He wouldn’t do it. Miroku had actually heard him talk about how much he hated that his brother always tried to pick him up by the throat. He never pinned people this way.

It wasn’t easy to keep his body still when he wanted to lash out and push the hanyou off of him, but he was just able to manage it. When Inuyasha’s face moved towards him and he was able to see it more clearly, the dark stripes across his cheeks shone in the moonlight and Miroku held his breath. It was happening again. What in Buddha’s name was going on, that Inuyasha was losing control like this? And how the hell was he supposed to snap him out of it?

“Inuyasha. I’m sorry I hit you. There’s no need for this.” His voice was a mere whisper of sound, all he could manage from the constriction around his throat. Inuyasha looked oblivious. He lifted a clawed hand so quickly Miroku almost missed it, and there was a sudden stinging and sensation of coolness across his chest. He expected hot pain as soon as the wound was fully realized, that horrible pain that came from the larger wounds when muscle and flesh were torn deeply, but it never came. There was just the slight sting and cold air.

What had Inuyasha done, if he hadn’t just killed him? It was almost as though he’d merely torn through his clothes.

He barely had time to worry over it when Inuyasha’s face descended towards him. The hanyou’s eyes were curiously dark, with that intense look to them again. Inuyasha had lost himself. He’d completely lost himself. Miroku was dead if he didn’t figure out a way to bring him back. How could he bring him back?

What would Kagome do? He asked himself that question frantically as fangs came closer to his face and neck. Kagome, what would she do? What would she do if Inuyasha lost control? What would she do?!

With only a few spare inches left before Inuyasha could tear out his throat, he thought of something. He didn’t have time to second guess it, even as a part of himself screamed what a complete idiot he was. Kagome and he were entirely different people and Inuyasha would not react to them the same way; he should find a different way to bring his friend to his sense. But he was out of time.

Miroku moved his face up the last inch between them, cutting off his air completely against the hand around his throat, and kissed him.