Affected

Chpt 5 You know you want this

The silence that followed was deafening—at least to Miroku, wo had never thought that his heart had beaten so loudly. Kouga was staring at him, his eyes darkening and narrowing as he contemplated him, and Miroku had never felt more exposed than he did at that moment. The wolf's gaze trailed up and down, capturing his smooth face, the lightly toned muscles of his body, the dark trail that led to his nether regions. Not even Inuyasha had looked at him so appreciatively, and Miroku fought the urge to cover himself and scuttle behind a rock somewhere.

“Nani? I think I misheard you.”

“No, you didn't. I won't tell them...if I can have you.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Both Miroku and Inuyasha answered simultaneously, Miroku furiously shaking his head in the negative while Inuyasha bobbed his head up and down in the positive.

“Miroku, please?”

Miroku had a smart retort on the tip of his tongue—it was his ass on the line, after all—but let it die when he saw the huge puppy eyes that Inuyasha made at him.

“If not for me, then for Kagome and Sango. Pleeeeease?”

Miroku snorted and crossed his arms, not appreciating the blackmail situation and then snapped towards Kouga, who had slowly but steadily crept closer to him while he was contemplating.

“But why?”

Kouga didn't stop advancing, but instead purred and dropped his voice to that octave that always drove Miroku crazy. Kami, do all demons have such abilities?

“I have always thought that you have uusual eyes—violet, I believe? I have never seen those eyes on anyone else, human or demon.” Kouga seemed to turn into himself very briefly and Miroku almost didn't hear what he said next. “I could get lost in those eyes...”

A shiver of anticipation raked up his spine and he turned away from the wolf demon before he could see the flush of his cheeks. But he forgot that he was naked and groaned that he knew the blood rush would be apparent in other parts of his anatomy that were currently exposed and in plain view.

“Come on, Miroku...it's not like you're new to this...think of it, twice in one day...”

“Three times, Inuyasha.”

“Whatever. Just more pleasure for you...'

If they want this, then they will have to bargain...

“If I do this...I want to be seme.”

Kouga's fangs glinted into a smirk. The monk had acquiesed, and it was just a matter of smoothing out the details.

“You can be seme...but next time. For now...”

Hot breath against his ear curled and twisted his toes, almost causing Miroku to yelp in surprise. Damn, Kouga was fast.

“...I want you just as you are.”

The monk considered his options. It was either give them what they wanted or risk having the love of his life never speak to him again or, worse yet, consider him an abomination. What woman would want a man who has had demons rammed up their backsides? Certainly not Sango.

Miroku felt the demons move as he thought, the lack of options making it easy for them to sandwich him between them—Kouga to his front and Inuyasha to his back. They moved in concert, forcing him to walk backwards until Inuyasha stopped, his considerable erection flush against the houshi's backside. Miroku stepped to the side, only to have Inuyasha loop his arms underneath his shoulders and hold fast, preventing him from moving and leaving him bare to Kouga's desires.

Miroku flushed brightly and struggled a bit. What about my decision in this?!

“Do I not have a say in this matter? It is, after all, my body!”

Inuyasha nipped him on the ear lightly, teasingly.

“Fine, Miroku. What do you say?”

“I...agree to this...just this once...”

The hanyou snorted and Miroku knew that it would be useless to argue any longer. He would be had by both demons for as long as he remained unmarried and they remained unmated, but that strangely did not matter much to him as Kouga kissed him gently and deeply, stealing his breath in a delightful rush.

Inuyasha wrapped his arms behind Miroku's waist, leaning forward to plant small feather-light kisses along his neck and collarbone, and the demons rubbed slowly and sensually against his body to torture him. Beads of sweat formed along the his brow as he watched the wolf lord sink to his knees, smirking and never breaking eye contact until he came flush with Miroku's throbbing manhood and licked his full, inviting lips.

Oh, heavens above...

Kouga dipped his head and nipped at Miroku's tip, teasing the flesh that was lightly weeping with clear precum.

“You taste delicious, monk...”

Miroku titched as suddenly Kouga's tongue whipped around his member, pulling it into the deepest recesses of the wolf lord's mouth. Kouga licked and needled, sucked and pulled on Miroku's penis like it was candy, completely covering his shaft with his lips before shunting Miroku's length into his throat, swallowing and purring at once to send shockwaves of pure pleasure through the monk's writhing form.

“K-Koooooouga!”

Miroku gasped and squirmed, and Kouga growled, gripping him so tightly that his nether cheeks spread wide. Inuyasha whimpered behind him as he got a good view of the entrance that had hugged him so tightly only a few moments before, and braced Miroku behind the shoulders as Kouga lifted the monk's hips and increased his suckling.

“Agggh! Ummmm...gods...”

Miroku vaguely registered that his feet were no longer on the ground—instead they seesawed inches above as Inuyasha held him and Kouga pushed him backwards and forwards into the hot cavern of his rapacious mouth. Inuyasha himself shifted in agony trying to find relief as he watched Miroku tremble in Kouga's grasp—his member was hard and heavy as it pushed against the houshi's back, and finally he growled low so that only the other demon would hear...

“Kouga. Push him backwards.”

Kouga opened one eye to see the inu manuever his waist so that he was in line with Miroku's buttocks and pulled the monk forward before slamming him back harshly, impaling him on Inuyasha's member in one smooth thrust.

“KAMIIIII!”

Miroku yelped in shock and pain, and Inuyasha nuzzled Miroku's neck to calm him and stayed still to allow him to adjust briefly. Miroku whimpered and the hanyou leaned backwards until he was resting against the smooth face of a rock that jutted out of the ground and tilted his pelvis up just enough so that Miroku would glide smoothly against his shaft. The monk, for his part, couldn't tell if he was in heaven or in hell with the wolf demon's strong jaws gripping him and pulling him forwards or the hanyou's member impaling him as he moved back.

The sounds of hard flesh slapping flesh reverberated and Kouga sucked harder, his own member throbbing for release as he twirled on the thick candy of the houshi's swollen shaft. Miroku thrashed his head left and right unable to tell what was giving him greater pleasure, the disturbingly talented wolf sucking his dick or the inu who was digging out his ass.

But he was going to find out.

“...damn you both...”

Miroku fought. He punched and kicked and twisted away from the incredible sensations of being sucked and fucked simultaneously. But finally, he could feel the sheets of pleasure cascading in his stomach and shattered with a primal scream that rang in the demons' ears, his seed spurting in long ribbons down Kouga's throat. The wolf lord swallowed each and every drop and licked the tip of the now limp appendage before making his way up slowly to Miroku's flushed and sweaty face.

“Now it's time I had my taste...”

He couldn't possibly...

Miroku made to whimper a weak protest—there was no way he could be fucked with Inuyasha still plumbing him—but found that his vocal chords would no longer obey him given their overtaxed state. Kouga licked his face slowly and gently, taking particular care to kiss each violet orb before plunging his tongue into Miroku's pliant mouth to let him sample the aftertaste of his own seed.

“...unnn...mmm...Kouga...”

“Shhhh...let me do all the work...”

Inuyasha stilled as Kouga forced Miroku back, widening his legs to nearly a 180 angle and pressed forward with his manhood against Inuyasha's. Miroku felt something else large and heavy pressing against him, demanding access, and Inuyasha's clawed hand came around to guide and push this new intrusion deep into his crevice. He tried to jerk up and away, but strong arms clasped against his back forcing him downwards into the unbearable feelings of double penetration.

“Easy, Miroku. Don't want you to tear...”

Miroku wanted to come back with a snappy retort, but found that to be nearly impossible since rational thought was failing him. His brain was turning to mush as hot flesh rubbed and manipulated his inner recesses.

“Fuck...”

Kouga inched himself in slowly, giving the human's tissues enough time to stretch to accommodate the two members. Inuyasha's seed provided lubrication and Kouga moved forward and into the houshi's body until the monk was spasming uncontrollably before he stopped.

Too tight...

“You have to relax, violet eyes...It will feel much better soon...”

Miroku let out a pained “unghhhh” but tried not to fight the aching burning sensation inside of him as Kouga inched forward once more, biting his own lip to keep from howling his pleasure to the moon. Inuyasha's voice hitched as Kouga pressed tightly into him through Miroku, his lean muscular frame rubbing up against the inu's girth hot and hard.

“Fuck, Kougaaaaaaa...”

“...ahhhh...”

Miroku convulsed again as the wolf demon slid into him fully, flush against Inuyasha's member. It was impossible, it hurt like hell, but it also felt...

...so damned good.

Kouga trembled from sheer exertion and slowly began moving, Inuyasha quickly matching his pace inside the houshi's strained canal. The in and out of both demons at once racked Miroku's body with indescribable intensity that pulled him as tight as a string on Kagome's bow.

“Kouga...FUCK HIM HARDER.”

Inuyasha was in heaven—Miroku's hole was tight and welcoming and Kouga's member scratched against his, creating unbearable pleasure...but he needed more.

Gripping Miroku's toned legs in a stranglehold grip, Kouga grunted and sped up, matched by the demanding hanyou. Inuyasha could feel his end twirling in tight circles inside of him and thrust up and down hard enough to jar the monk's bones.

So close...

Inuyasha slammed Miroku down on both members hard enough to scrape their scrotums and finally he came, white essence splashing hot inside the houshi's rectum and dripping between the three lovers. He was exhausted...

Of course, that didn't last long.

Miroku moaned as the rhythm started again—two sharp thrusts from Kouga for every slow one from Inuyasha. Two hard pumps from Inuyasha for every gentle one from Kouga. Alternate rhythms, one pushing in while the other pulled out. The two demons alternated with his body—cumming and snarling, starting and stopping so many times that Miroku completely lost track and allowed his head to loll backwards brokenly on Inuyasha's shoulder, completely limp in the waves of uncontrollable passion that crashed over him.

Rather than stopping with his drained state, the two demons took this as a sign of submission and pounded into Miroku's frame even harder, gripping his hips and arms until he thought they would break under their rough treatment. Somewhere he lost consciousness—the world stopped and darkened, and Miroku felt light in Inuyasha's arms. He regained consciousness at the exact moment that the two demons made eye contact and lunged for each other over his shoulder, their tongues wrestling for dominance in a frenetic dance between their mouths. The kiss was long and violent, and Miroku's already painful arousal tightened more as he saw the spider webs of saliva that dripped from their full lips as it ended—apparently in a draw. Kouga growled as the human shifted lightly, taken by the two demons' desire and fierce rivalry.

“Gods...fucking...tight...ass...”

Kouga's growls in his ear and claws on his legs...

...Inuyasha's claws on his back...

...the desperate breath of ache and fire...

...the friction from two members inside of him...

Oh, Kami please let your servant end now...

There was no breath inside of him left as a searing bliss rocketed through Miroku's frame and snapped painfully in his loins, coating the wolf with his seed as Miroku opened his mouth into a soundless “O” of completion. Inuyasha grunted long and low as he emptied into the stretched pits of Miroku's ass, and Kouga howled brokenly, nearly sobbing with his spent desire.

“Oh...shit...this is...intense...”

Miroku could hear Kouga in the background as his vision began to fail him again, and he could feel Inuyasha gently cradle him and return him gingerly to the ground to lie on his red fire rat robes. Moisture dotted the monk's face, and he vaguely registered that he was crying, though out of pleasure, pain, relief, or exhaustion he did not know. The eerie silence of utter satiation lulled him, and sleep beckoned within arm's reach...

“The monk needs to rest. But, we can still...”

Kouga reached out suggestively over Miroku's limp form only to have Inuyasha growl at him. The hanyou was still a bit pissed about being blackmailed and now he had to take care of the houshi who had quite literally just had the shit fucked out of him. No, he definitely wasn't in the mood to “play” with Kouga anymore today.

“Touch me and I'll fucking kill you.”

Kouga smirked and shrugged, dressing in his soft furs in record time before facing him once again. “Until next time, then. Take care of the monk. He was GOOD...”

Inuyasha keh'd and Kouga was gone in a swirl of dust and wind.

“Geez, Miroku. I guess I'll have to figure out something to tell everybody 'cause it looks like you need some rest. I'm...sorry...I'll make it up to you, I promise...”

If he could have, he would have sweat dropped right there. Did Inuyasha just apologize? The simple apology from a stubborn inu-hanyou was more than enough to make up for the handmarks on his hips and ass, the angry red lines across his shoulders, or the purple blotched suckle marks on his neck. It was even enough to make up for the fact that he'd be shitting their seed for a week.

“But you had fun, Miroku...I could smell it on you...”

Miroku wanted to object, wanted to deny it, but it was useless. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do except agree before the blissful dark of rest claimed him.

~TBC~

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