Interest

A/N Thank you for the comments and the Inuyasha/Miroku love! This ch. is a bit rough - but hopefully not too much for ya'll. :-)


Summary: Inuyasha isn’t done with Miroku just yet
Theme: Teeth


Ch. 5 - Teeth
Shoving with his thighs and calves, his toes digging into the dirt, Miroku pushed out from underneath Inuyasha. A vicious snarling erupted behind him when he succeeded. His sleeves falling off his arms, he made it a few stumbling steps across the camp and then Inuyasha tackled him. The ground made contact with Miroku’s stomach so hard that it knocked the wind out of him.

He desperately tried to take a breath, fighting for air as the sides of his hips were grabbed again. Nothing came back into his lungs until Inuyasha had him up on his knees, claws breaking his skin. Miroku fought panic as he struggled.

“I-Inuyasha! Please! You don’t want to do- oh dear gods in the heavens.” His voice failed him as sharp fingers spread the cheeks of his bottom and something slick and hot nuzzled in between them.

It was true he’d had a bath earlier that night, but… Inuyasha should not be touching him there! It was… he shouldn’t be touching him there!

“Inuyasha!”

Inuyasha’s tongue probed at him, running over the skin behind Miroku’s balls and up to a soft circle of tissue that was more sensitive than he could have imagine in his most lecherous dreams. It was…oh gods. Little lightening bolts were slipping into his body, under his skin, straight from that one small spot. He’d never known! It was amazing, but…this was Inuyasha!

Inuyasha didn’t even know what he was doing; he couldn’t possibly know what he was doing!

So how was he doing it so well that Miroku’s knees and arms were shaking?

Hands pulled his bottom open wider, leaving it tight and exposed, and Miroku gasped as Inuyasha licked him, slowly, the long tongue making a sensuous path from his balls all the way back to his tailbone. Miroku’s eyes were wide and frantic as he tried to look for something to help him escape.

It was too difficult when his eyes blurred and his brain flattened to unthinking, quivering mush as Inuyasha continue to caress Miroku with his lips and fangs and – oh Buddha bless him – his tongue.

Why was Inuyasha doing this?

The furrows underneath Miroku’s fingers grew deeper as he dug them into the rich soil with another slick touch and he lost the thought. Inuyasha’s face was pressing against his ass, growls vibrating against his skin, and it sent quivers all the way up into Miroku’s groin. He jerked, his cock bobbing as Inuyasha pulled back suddenly and shoved his hips against Miroku’s ass. It was the first time he realized that Inuyasha was completely erect.

Inuyasha was touching Miroku more intimately than anyone had ever attempted, and it was completely, inescapably arousing. Miroku whimpered, wishing that Buddha had graced him with more strength of will, or of body, so he could have avoided the mind numbing realization: he wanted Inuyasha to keep touching him.

Inuyasha’s fingers made him lust for something he couldn’t even name. He only knew that it was painful and stinging, and that Inuyasha’s hard flesh against his bottom made him want to push back against it as much as it made him want to run away. How a mere kiss could have done this… how could Miroku have known this would happen? How could he have?

He yelped suddenly as Inuyasha’s grip on his hips changed. The hanyou’s body draped over his own, one arm curling around his waist while the other kept Inuyasha from completely crushing Miroku.

And then his body began to enter Miroku’s.

“No! Oh no, you can’t want this? I-Inuyasha! Ah. Please! You can’t possibly – ah!” Miroku could feel himself stretching, his insides breached by something hard and blunt. It pressed against nerves that sang. They spread the music into his cock until it ached.

As he tried to verbally sway his friend away from it, as he tried to reach Inuyasha’s mind that was hidden behind the lust and constant low growl that echoed against his neck, Miroku still moved. He moved into the feeling of being filled. He moved against Inuyasha’s cock as it began to thrust with sharp snapping jerks into his body.

It was so gooood. Gods it was good.

But Inuyasha would never want this. He would never want it, no matter how much it was affecting Miroku. No matter how quickly it was making him climax, Inuyasha would never want this. Not if he were in his right mind.

Inuyasha’s hips slammed in hard.

“Inuyashaaaaa!” Miroku came with the hanyou still pounding into him, biting in small, bloody nips along his shoulders. Inuyasha’s arm pulled down on his hips to enter even deeper until he came, his fangs driven against Miroku’s shoulder blade.

Inuyasha convulsed once, quivering, and almost immediately his body began to soften. As Inuyasha’s muscles loosened, he settled against Miroku’s skin, nuzzling at him, still growling low and soft. It was almost like a purr, more comfort than threat. Miroku sighed quaveringly.

“I- oh gods.” He couldn’t help but try to clench his muscles together; Inuyasha inside of him was too strange. His shoulders ached and stung where he’d been bitten.

He was going to feel this in the morning, without a doubt.

But Miroku couldn’t regret this. Who could regret their first consummated sexual experience? Not to mention an absolutely stunning orgasm. Besides, he was trying to help his friend. Keeping Inuyasha’s Youkai from a rampage…probably. Miroku wasn’t about to regret that.

But Inuyasha would.

Inuyasha would never forgive himself if Miroku didn’t make sure the hanyou never, ever remembered this. Miroku needed to get out, get washed, and then pretend ignorance when Inuyasha came to himself. And it had to be soon. Inuyasha was so much dead weight over Miroku’s body right now that he had to be close to falling asleep, even if he was still penetrating him.

Miroku only edged forward a few inches when Inuyasha’s growls grew in pitch and volume. Miroku’s waist was gripped tightly again as Inuyasha snarled. Inuyasha began to move again, pulling back and thrusting in, slower this time, but still obviously starting something. Miroku’s eyes widened completely.

“Inuyasha! But you already-! Oh. Ohhh, wait! Wait, we just…ah!” His own body began to respond as the hand around his waist shifted and began running clever claws around the soft skin of Miroku’s member. He felt Inuyasha biting at his shoulders again and he moaned, aroused against his will by the sting.

He couldn’t manage more than that as Inuyasha began to bring him to his third climax of the night.