Finding Daddy

Salome 10/08

Author's Note: I hope this story still has an audience – or finds a new one with this new chapter. I'm sorry I let it languish so long. I have a real soft spot for this fic.

Finding Daddy

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Though tense for Miroku and even scarier for Inuyasha, the energy surrounding the group meal was tame by comparison to bedtime. For the entire evening, Inuyasha followed and clung to his Houshi-Daddy: to wash, to scout, to socialize, to stoke the campfire, to discuss strategy for rediscovering Naraku's whereabouts. He would not be separated, so there was no way to talk about him beyond his hearing. It would have to wait. Kagome looked worried, Sango looked annoyed, Shippo giggled, Kirara catnapped.

When they all finally decided to call it a night, Miroku was more exhausted than he'd been in as long as he could remember. The nervous energy he burned in protecting his damaged friend, in keeping Sango from being angry at him, in ensuring Kagome everything would be all right, and in fielding annoying child-questions from Shippo seemed bottomless. Suffice it to say, by the time the fire had burned to embers and all were lying in readiness for sleep, he'd truly earned a good night's rest. Everything would look better in the morning, he told himself…it had to be.

In many ways, it was a usual night's rest in the outdoors. Kagome lay curled around little Shippo. Sango's arm gently folded around a purring Kirara. And he, as usual, lay on his back, a little distance away, looking at the stars. But no. It was not usual. The large tree limb of the nearest oak did not have a hanyou resting on it, looking down protectively upon his companions. Instead, said hanyou was curled into himself with a blanket thrown over him, shivering with imagined cold that was in actuality a depth and kind of aloneness that even the cursed monk could not imagine. The boy-man sniffled and Miroku could not help but sidle over to him and extend an arm. "Houshi-Daddy-sama," Inuyasha enthused in a happy whisper as he threw himself into Miroku's arms and clung tightly to him.

No one else stirred at the sudden shifting and whispering, and Miroku was glad of it. He did not need to deal with Sango's lack of understanding or Kagome's worry. He just needed his friend to rest, to sleep and perhaps return to his real self in the morning. He sighed softly as he held Inuyasha tightly and breathed in his wild, musky inu scent. Yes. It was right to wish him his old self, even if the monk could do so only half-heartedly as he breathed deeply and felt their heartbeats synchronize.

Some hours later, Miroku awoke with a desperate need to urinate. Inuyasha's long leg was thrown over his lap and his arms were tightly wrapped around his shoulders. How had he slept at all in such a tangle of limbs? But he had, and he had enjoyed it. The loner and lecher had been happily enmeshed in his friend's embrace. Until now. When he had to extricate himself from that knot of a child-man and get beyond the campsite to piss.

He was surprised to find that Inuyasha did not wake as he lifted and pushed and at last wriggled free. Inuyasha, the real Inuyasha, would have awakened at the slightest touch, but this poor wounded boy simply wore himself out with fear and worry then slept like a log. Again, good. Perhaps the rest would heal him, and anyway if Miroku didn't relieve himself soon there'd be a cold wet puddle between them to wake to.

Barefoot, he padded over to the nearest tree, got behind it (as if anyone was looking, for kami's sake) and whipped out his cock. He was a little achy from holding it in as he extricated himself from Inuyasha's grip, but one deep breath was enough to bring out the flow, and he basked in the little pleasure of relief.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind: "I like to pee too, Houshi-Daddy-sama," it whispered loudly. He snapped his head around to find Inuyasha smiling coyly up at him in the moonlight. He had his cock in his hand and the monk had to blink to dispel the optical illusion of it looking tiny and pre-pubescent in his hand. Inuyasha giggled down at himself as he turned to urinate beside the monk. "Look how big it is! I bet I could pee an ocean!" he snickered.

Well, the question of how Inuyasha would take it when he saw his adult cock was now solved, Miroku thought with an inward groan. He finished pissing and put his prick back into the folds of his robes.

"Know what else," Inuyasha said, remarkably at ease here in the dark, "I don't got a fundoshi on!" He giggled at this too, as if someone had conspired. The truth was, neither Inuyasha or Miroku could stand having their genitals bound in those absurd winding wraps. But Inuyasha probably had worn them as a child.

"Ah, freedom," Miroku said, touching the tip of Inuyasha's nose affectionately.

"Ah, freedom," his companion replied, but he did not put his dick away after he had finished relieving himself. He stared at himself and slowly stretched his mouth into a wide smile. His teeth flashed in the darkness. "Let's see how big it gets, Houshi-Daddy-sama." His tongue protruded a bit from his mouth as he stroked himself. "I never touched one this big before…and it's…mine!" he said, with obvious delight.

Miroku licked his lips nervously. What was going on here? His scared little boy in a man's body was not acting so very scared anymore. He wasn't trying to openly seduce Miroku; he knew he did not need to now. The monk was "Houshi-Daddy" now. But something in the dark night was making Inuyasha bold—childlike still, but bold. Miroku found himself rooted to the spot, watching his friend pump that cock to long, thick hardness.

"Umm," Miroku said, "Inuyasha…it's late…we should be sleeping."

"I know, Houshi-Daddy-sama, but look!" He kept at his task, and the monk's mouth watered despite himself at how beautiful and red that dogcock was growing. Inuyasha spoke calmly as he pumped himself: "I sneak out of Mother's arms at night sometimes, when I cann't sleep. I go to the corner of our room and make myself big…but not big like this." His voice caught in his throat as a drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip and Inuyasha stroked it into his length. "Oh, Houshi-Daddy…it feels so good…" he said with a moan. "Isn't there someone…someone who'll touch me…who'll tell me I'm not ugly…or worthless…" He began to pant as he swelled. "Oh Houshi…Daddy… Touch me, please?"

Miroku found he was panting too, and he fought to summon the willpower to tell Inuyasha how beautiful and worthy he truly was…without getting on his damned knees and sucking down that cock. "Oh Inuyasha," he whimpered, and offered himself up to the precious, broken boy.

Close up, even in the darkness he could see how lovely…and how different that cock was. From within the foreskin, the bluntness of the ruby head peeked, shining with weeping wetness that Miroku had to taste. He placed his hands around Inuyasha's and helped him caress its impressive length and offered his tongue to lick that full red tip.

Inuyasha moaned and shook. "Houshi…Daddy…please…," he murmured.

Miroku did not know whether it was a plea or an expression of gratitude, but it did not matter. "Yes, my Inuyasha," he whispered, then took the head into his mouth and suckled. Inuyasha groaned a deep, man's groan but still shook like a frightened child. Miroku had to speak again: "Let me show you how beautiful you are, little one." And then he devoted himself to a task he never thought he would relish this way, this much. He opened his mouth wide to suck down the hanyou's shaft, bit by bit, head then slowly down the shaft. He'd release a little to wet it, then suck down a little more. And with each up-and-down movement, Inuyasha would gasp and moan, his muscles tightening and his cock flexing. Soon, Miroku was no longer breathing, just fighting his gag reflex to achieve what he sought: to hold that hanyou member entirely in his mouth and down his throat, his lips meeting the flesh and soft hair at Inuyasha's groin.

When he reached his goal, sweat at his forehead and his throat constricting around that beautiful dogcock, Inuyasha could take no more. He shuddered and came, hands clutching at Miroku's thick, short hair. He cried out wordlessly, a lost soul, and Miroku's arms wrapped tightly around his hips to hold him as his thick seed was forced down the monk's throat.

"Inuyasha?" came Kagome's panicked voice in the darkness. "Are you all right?"

Inuyasha sank to his knees and his quickly flagging cock popped from Miroku's mouth. He clutched at the monk's robes and whimpered "No…please…" Miroku swallowed and held his companion tightly. "Shhhhh," he whispered. "You're safe, my Inuyasha. I'm here."