Finding Daddy

Salome 10/08

Author's Note: A short chapter to finish up the scene and get our boys to sleep, safe and sound. More soon.

Finding Daddy

VI

How rich his companion's cum tasted in his throat, how strong he smelled. He had never been so close to that aura of sexual power before, never longed to be—or at least never admitted to that forbidden desire. It was not the forbiddenness of man lying with man: no, Miroku was not one to hold with such arbitrary boundaries, even if women were his preference. In truth, all monks were familiar with the bond between a young novice and his master. Much more was learned than spiritual devotion within monasteries. No, what made Inuyasha so forbidden was far more of species than of gender. Even now, as Miroku soothed the frightened child-man beside him with his words and hurriedly helped him raise his hakama, he could not but stop and stare one long moment at the alienness and beauty of that softening inhuman prick he had just suckled with such devoted hunger. The head that still peeped from its foreskin: red as the fire in Inuyasha's youkai eyes, and so blunt in comparison with his own arrow-headed member. His cock throbbed in his robes.

Then Kagome called again, rousing him from his reverie. "Inuyasha?"

"We are fine, Kagome-chan. Simply relieving ourselves."

"But I heard a cry," the miko replied, her voice edged with characteristic concern.

Trying not to mumble the "um er ah" in his mind as Inuyasha softly whimpered as he clung to his Houshi-Daddy, Miroku cleared his throat and mustered confidence: "Inuyasha felt something brush up against his leg. He feared it was a snake. Everything is fine, Kagome-chan. Truly." He wrapped an arm across Inuyasha's shoulder and brought them forth from the trees and back toward camp.

Kagome had risen but not followed them, and now she waited for their return. Sango and Shippo and Kirara were all awake now, too. Miroku felt the tension of the many eyes upon him and his insecure companion, who clung to his waist and continued to make discomforting little sounds of fear. The balancing act of being Inuyasha's Houshi-Daddy without letting the others know of the complex bond he was increasingly sharing with him brought a groan from deep within him. This, of course, made Inuyasha grip him more tightly, made Sango visibly twitch, made Kagome's eyes even bigger, made Shippo cock his head, and made Kirara yawn and shut her eyes. How he wished they could all be as nonchalant as the nekomata and just go back to sleep! Perhaps it was a mistake to bring Inuyasha back in this state… But that thought brought only guilt at his selfishness.

"Everything's fine," he said, unconvincingly, and struggled to lie back down with the barnacle of a big frightened hanyou stuck to him. Sango shook her head and turned away to sleep. Shippo, too. Only Kagome continued to sit and stare as Inuyasha curled himself into Miroku's embrace, pulling the monk's arm over his "little" body tightly and snuggling his bottom into comfortable closeness with Miroku's groin. Miroku groaned again, despite himself. This was so much more than absurd, but the monk was too exhausted now—mentally and physically—to fake it for Kagome anymore.

Kagome sighed. "Make him safe, Houshi-sama," she said then, and the monk's frustration melted into gratitude.

Inuyasha, eyes shut tight in futile effort to block out the frightening smells of the strangers around him, clutched arm that held him. He'd have pulled a leg of his Houshi-Daddy around him too if he thought he could. He tried to stop whimpering but managed only to make it softer.

"I will, Kagome-chan," Miroku said, firmly. Whether or not Kagome knew of the tangled knot in his heart and the bulge in his robes, he could not know. But she trusted him, and that was more than enough.

Kagome lay back down and, like Sango but without her anger, turned away to sleep. Miroku whispered into the furred ear of his treasure: "Sleep now, Inuyasha. Daddy is here."