Interest

A/N Thanks for the comments! This one is pretty short, as always. Hopefully it will be enjoyable anyway. :-)


SUMMARY: Inuyasha reacts to Miroku’s Kagome-Imitation
THEME: Mercy

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 4 - Mercy

Inuyasha’s forward movement stopped as soon as Miroku’s lips touched his. Miroku could feel the tension from the hand against his throat and the thighs clamped over his hips. He kept his lips touching the unresponsive hanyou until he ran out of air and then he had to drop back and take a deep gasping breath to bring in the needed oxygen.

Inuyasha stared at him, his eyes narrowing. While Miroku watched, he licked his lips carefully. His tongue slipped out from between them and ran across his entire bottom lip before drawing back in and repeating the process with the upper lip so slowly that he could have been enjoying fine sake.

It was possibly the most erotic and frightening thing Miroku had ever seen. He couldn’t tell if it was the kiss that had Inuyasha so suddenly involved in oral fixation, or if he’d just discovered something he viewed as a new food source. Miroku watched him do it again, swallowed heavily, and had a flash of hope when Inuyasha’s hand left his throat. He flinched with a terrified yell when the hanyou slapped his hands on either side of Miroku’s head and plunged his mouth down towards him.

He didn’t even form the actual thought registering his certain death before Inuyasha’s lips were crushing his own, mashing them against his teeth. It was more instinct than thought that had him bring his hands over to shove up at him, trying to push him away. He knew he’d kissed Inuyasha but… this wasn’t the way the half-demon had acted with Kagome when she did it! He shoved at him again a little desperately. He got a growl, a small bite nipping at his lower lip, and both his hands pinned to the ground for his efforts.

Inuyasha’s tongue shoved its way inside his mouth and he choked. Struggling, he tried to keep his eyes on Inuyasha’s, looking frantically for some sign that his friend was regaining control. This had to be enough kissing to bring him round by now, surely? A fierce, glassy stare in front of his face, combined with more movement of the tongue inside his mouth, convinced him otherwise.

It seemed to go on for ages, sharp and invasive and harsh. His tongue was drawn into Inuyasha’s mouth and sucked on with searing pressure. Fangs scraped against his tongue in erotic tingling sparks while Inuyasha suckled and released over and over. Feeling his tongue thrust and withdraw, even if it was against his will…

He moaned and then blinked frantically as he heard himself. Had that sound been from him? That deep, throaty moan that should have been heard inside of a whore house rather than the woods, surely that wasn’t him?! Struggling again, pulling against the hands that held him down, he finally made an impression and Inuyasha took his mouth away. Miroku couldn’t seem to catch his breath as he looked up at him.

“Inuyasha-“ he barely managed to get out the words before Inuyasha released his hands. His body moved off of Miroku’s. A band of tight worry around Miroku’s chest began to dissolve. He’d thought Inuyasha’s eyes were still dark, but if he was letting him go, maybe it had finally worked! Miroku’s smile blossomed only briefly, and then Inuyasha snarled and tore at his clothes with his claws, rending them all the way to the hem until he was completely exposed.

He gaped at him, began to move, and then stilled every muscle in his body as Inuyasha growled low and threatening. The hanyou crawled back up his body, shoving his legs open wide and moving in between them. With that same distant, focused look he’d been having for days now, Inuyasha reached out one hand and wrapped it around Miroku’s cock.

Miroku sucked in his breath. He wasn’t sure if he was going to scream or not. Then Inuyasha leaned over him, his body bending supplely as his face lowered and brought his lips to Miroku’s member. The monk’s air left him in a breathy, pathetic whoosh. He tried to inflate his lungs and he couldn’t. He simply couldn’t. His arms were on the ground near his head, lying there uselessly, and he stared dumbly at a feral Inuyasha taking him into his mouth.

He should be terrified, he thought faintly. He should be utterly terrified; what if Inuyasha tried to bite it off? But every thought faded to the edges of his mind except one: there was a mouth touching his cock.

It was the first time that part of his person had received anything other than a few jerks of attempted culmination from his own hand. He’d flirted, he’d teased, he’d outright propositioned women – no one had ever taken him up on it. And he’d never held on to his coins long enough to pay for his pleasure. He and his own digits were the only ones to visit this needy part of his body.

And now Inuyasha was swallowing him whole. The hanyou was sucking on it as hard as he had on his tongue, his claws kneading Miroku’s thighs to keep him down, and Miroku didn’t move a finger to stop him. He couldn’t.

There was a mouth touching his cock!

Miroku was barely conscious of Inuyasha watching his face while he moved his mouth and tongue over him. He couldn’t think coherently enough to notice. It was so hot. Wet, drawing him into something tight and flexible that ran over him. His hips thumped up and were stopped by the hands constraining him. A blunt finger with the smallest hint of sharp claw scraped over his leg. It teased along the soft skin of his inner thigh and moved up behind his balls as his cock was lavished with searing, gliding heat.

Miroku’s head rolled back and forth as Inuyasha’s mouth moved faster and clawed fingers began to test the soft entrance hiding in between his clenched cheeks. It was maddening; too much sensation. Soft rubbing along his thigh, pressure and probing into his bottom, and suckling tongue and rasping teeth along his member. Too much!

“Inuyasha…must stop. You must…aaaaah, nnnng.” Inuyasha’s mouth swallowed him so deeply he lost control of his voice, just as the fingers elsewhere pinched and slid and rippled against his skin. He came in a blinding flash of color inside his closed eyelids. His muscles locked as seed pulsed from his body into Inuyasha’s mouth, his own buttocks clamping down, trapping Inuyasha’s hand there.

Miroku had no idea how long it went on, only that it finally ended with a liquid release of every muscle in his body. He felt as limp as cooked noodles, soft as folded silk. Whining a little as Inuyasha pulled his mouth off, Miroku’s breath still came in hitching little gasps as he tried to cope with what had just happened. He knew…. He knew this hadn’t happened to Kagome. There was no possible way something like this had occurred without his being aware of it.

But he hadn’t been killed. Inuyasha must be coming round, if he’d…done this. At least he must be in control enough to channel whatever blood lust he had into other areas. And now they were done, and …

He swallowed, still trying to breathe with lungs that felt full and weak.

Inuyasha had just made him climax, with his mouth, and his hand was still burrowed between the globes of Miroku’s backside. Miroku couldn’t help flushing horribly as their situation clarified inside his mind for the first time since he’d been kissed.

Inuyasha had…

Oh gods. This was not good at all.

“We’ll *pant* figure this out, Inuyasha. D-don’t worry. It’s not your- aaaah!” Staring at the ground underneath him, Miroku spit out a mouthful of grass. What in Buddha’s sweet mercy…?

“Inuyasha!”

He’d flipped him over! Miroku began pushing himself up and felt his clothing torn from his back this time, leaving him with only a few remnants hanging from his arms. He froze as he heard that now-familiar feral growling again. One of Inuyasha’s hands grasped the side of his hip and yanked him to his knees.

“Oh no,” Miroku whispered. He braced himself to try and scramble away.

This was more than he could handle!