Interest

A/N Thanks for the comments! And, well, apologies for the story, really. It feels a bit strange putting it up - I found it very difficult to do something that was even half presentable with such a deadline on writing it, but I also really don't want to go through to polish this up to make it into something much more worthwhile. However, I promised a few people I would put it up here once I finished it, so I am, even if it is a bit half-assed. Just to add to the Inuyasha/Miroku pool...even if my pool is the half-assed pool. Better than the topless pool, though, eh?

Okay, never mind me, too much vicodin today, LOL. Here 'tis, the next chapter.


Summary: Inuyasha and Miroku wake up the next morning.
Theme: Bottom

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 6 - Bottom

Moaning slightly, Miroku came to consciousness with the sun beating down on his naked back. He winced as soon as he tried to move. His shoulders and back stung with small fiery slashes where they’d been bitten. His elbows and his knees were bruised, and his bottom…

His bottom was really, really sore. Miroku winced again as he tried to bring his knees up to his chest. Oh Buddha bless, his bottom hurt. He didn’t think even the whipping Mushin had given him when Miroku had broken into the sake stores had hurt this much. Every clench of his muscles ached and stung. But the pain wasn’t enough to keep his mind from straying; he was already flushing as the memory of the night before crashed over him.

He couldn’t count how many times Inuyasha had taken him. The hanyou would climax, and every time Inuyasha relaxed, Miroku would try to escape, sure that his friend had to be done.

He’d end up being forced into another orgasm almost immediately as Inuyasha took him again.

After giving up on escape, Miroku had tried to remain still and passive afterward in the hope that Inuyasha would lose interest. That had failed as much as his attempted withdrawals.

By the end, he could hardly remember what had happened, only that it had gone on for so long. And Inuyasha never let him rest; he’d made him come every single time, no matter how exhausted Miroku was.

With a soft whimper, Miroku finally managed to roll all the way over onto his side and stared as he looked into Inuyasha’s sleeping face. He didn’t make a sound; he didn’t dare. Inuyasha’s attack had been frightening. The nature of it, and the fact that Miroku had found release from it, was something that Miroku was going to have to take quite a while to come to terms with.

He wasn’t truly injured, and it wasn’t as if he’d been severely wounded, but it had been, well, sex. He and Inuyasha had just had a sexual encounter that had affected him greatly; he already felt scared and aroused at the thought of just what had happened. And the thought of what might happen right now.

If Inuyasha was back to normal, last night might change the entire dynamic of their relationship. It could change how Miroku thought of Inuyasha, or how the hanyou thought of him.

But MIroku had to be silent right now. Because if Inuyasha were still possessed by his demon side, Miroku was in trouble. If Inuyasha woke now and started to pursue Miroku in the same manner, Miroku was going to burst into full blown weeping. He truly was. He wasn’t ready to do this again.

Bless Inuyasha’s stubborn soul, but his bottom HURT. Humans were not built to have sexual relations this often in one evening, he thought, putting a tentative hand behind him to probe at himself. Inuyasha chose that moment to yawn and it startled Miroku so badly that he clutched at himself. His fingers scratched tissues that were already battered and delicate, and he yelped.

Inuyasha’s eyes blinked open and Miroku yelped again, tensing. Amber eyes stared at him, confused, and seeing them, Miroku relaxed as he realized that his sexual marathon was over. He was safe; Inuyasha was back. Miroku wasn’t going to be grabbed, flipped, groped, or otherwise molested at the moment.

Thank the Gods.

With a weak smile, Miroku pushed himself up. He worked desperately hard not to wince.

“I- have to go wash up,” he said quietly. He needed time to come to terms with this, and a few minutes time would help him figure out what he needed to say to minimize the damage. Inuyasha stared at him suspiciously.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” The half-demon started to look away from him and stopped, his eyes roaming down Miroku’s still naked body. He froze. His eyes examined Miroku from head to toe and then they ran over the camp, taking in the torn remnants of his clothing littering the ground.

“Oh fuck no.” Inuyasha jumped up, his loosened hakama falling until he grabbed it and hurriedly tied it tightly. He stared at Miroku in horror, and backed away as Miroku finally got to his feet as well. “No. Fuck. I didn’t just- Fuck. FUCK!”

Miroku’s wince this time had nothing to do with his physical discomfort. Inuyasha was obviously not completely unaware of what had happened. And just as Miroku had worried he would, the hanyou was not taking it well.

“Why did you have to talk to me?! I told you not to talk to me!” Inuyasha’s voice was harsh, but his ears were flattened to his head and his eyes were pleading.

“Inuyasha…” He had to calm him down. Miroku was relatively unharmed – a sore backside certainly wasn’t anything to worry about. He was more upset about his clothing.

He truly was, he realized. He needed to calm Inuyasha down and think about this. There was too much going on in his head.

“Don’t talk to me!”

“Inuyasha, please…” Miroku squirmed a little as Inuyasha looked at his nudity again, breathing loudly through his mouth in loud pants. It was all right, he told himself again. He may not have had a lot of choice in reaching a climax, but he had still achieved it, hadn’t he? He’d still experienced pleasure; it had simply been more times than he would want to do again any time soon.

Any time in the next year.

“No! It wasn’t a dream, was it? I fucking… FUCK! I fucking raped you, didn’t I? I did, didn’t I?’’ Inuyasha’s hands were clenched so badly that he was cutting into his own palms.

Miroku flushed uncomfortably. Now would be a wonderful time to practice a little creative truth telling, but for some reason, he couldn’t do it. Looking at Inuyasha’s horrified face, standing there naked and sore, his brain refused to come to his rescue.

“Inuyasha…” Why couldn’t he say anything more?

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” Inuyasha turned and slammed his fist down into the dirt and dust flew into the air. “Fucking dammit all to fucking, shit-eating, entrail-spewing hell! I raped you! Gods, just get the fuck away from me, Miroku! Get the fuck away and fucking… Gods, I’m so sorry. I’m so-“ Inuyasha’s head fell down into his hands, his mouth mumbling curses into his palms. Rocking, his body collapsed onto itself.

“Get away from me,” he whispered.

Miroku stared at his rounded back as Inuyasha knelt in the dirt. He walked over the few steps separating them and put his hand on Inuyasha’s shoulder.

“Inuyasha…”

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Jumping up and spinning around, Inuyasha glared at Miroku. “Don’t touch me! Do you want me to fucking go crazy and hurt you again?! Just…get the fuck away, Miroku!”

He hates himself so much, Miroku thought, looking into his eyes. He couldn’t leave him like this, hating himself this much. He wouldn’t leave him, when Inuyasha was losing control, even with his sword next to his body. Inuyasha needed help, and Miroku needed…

He needed his friend back.

“Inuyasha, it’s all right.”

“Are you fucking crazy? It’ll never be all right! I fucking-“ Miroku snapped his fingers in front of Inuyasha’s face and his friend shut up, staring at him.

“I said it’s all right, and as the person who was harmed in this situation, I believe I have the sole right to judge my own state of wellbeing. I am fine.” His bottom didn’t count, his shoulders would heal, and his memories of the night were transient. He would recover. And it had truly not been such a terrible experience.

Strange, overwhelming, terrifying, all-consuming – all of those, but not terrible.

Inuyasha’s face twisted, his mouth a deep grimace. “Don’t you understand? I’ll do this again, you stupid houshi. I won’t be able to help myself. You just keep coming closer and trying to talk to me and touch me and it makes me want to…”

Miroku swallowed.

“Yes?”

In a flat voice, Inuyasha told him. “I’m going fucking crazy, monk. All I want lately is to kill something; everything is pissing me off! And then you come by and all I wanna do is…” He stopped again, growling.

“What, Inuyasha?” Had Inuyasha been fighting the urge to kill him as well? Surely he had to know that Miroku would never fault him for that? “Inuyasha, tell me.

“Inuyasha? Tell me. You should talk about this.

“Inuyasha?

“Inuyasha, you need to let this out if you are going to move past this. You need to-”
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With a leap, Inuyasha tackled him, pinning him to the ground as he glared down at him. “It makes me want to fuck you! How’s that? Now you know what a fucking freak I am! Every time I see you these days, I want to throw you down and fucking take you until you scream! And last night…I finally – I-” Inuyasha looked down at him and flung himself off, stalking away to stand at the far end of camp while his body quivered in agony. “Just go, Miroku. Go away. Go now, and if you ever fucking see me again, you should just fucking kill me.”

There was silence until Miroku’s voice spoke so closely to Inuyasha’s ear that the hanyou jumped, turning in shock to find the monk standing right beside him.

“You did finally ‘fuck’ me, Inuyasha. It’s true.” Miroku’s voice was slightly hoarse, a little nervous. His body shivered as a low breeze blew against it. “But to leave you because something beyond your control caused you to do this? I would never be so poor a friend. We’ve been through too much together for that.”

Inuyasha’s shoulders fell as he stared at Miroku almost helplessly. “You stupid, stupid houshi. You don’t understand. I’ll do it again. Fucking dammit…I’ll do it again. You have to leave.”

Miroku shook his head. “I will not. If you wish to leave, I cannot stop you, but I will not abandon you.”

Inuyasha continued to stare, his hands hanging down by his sides. “I can’t,” he whispered desperately. “I can’t, dammit. I’ve tried! Miroku, you have to…”

“No.” Miroku shook his head emphatically. He put his hand out and covered Inuyasha’s with it. “Inuyasha, I- it wasn’t so bad.”

Inuyasha looked at him without the slightest change in expression.

“It… I...” Miroku flushed as he tried to reassure Inuyasha, and that finally got a reaction. The hanyou squeezed his hand back, just slightly.

“I know it was awful for you,” Inuyasha whispered, leaning in towards him.

“No.” Miroku corrected quickly, still flushing. “It’s not that. It… some of it was… good.”

Inuyasha’s body stiffened. “What?”

“There were…parts. Some of it, that is, that were, uh…” Miroku swallowed and glanced up to see Inuyasha watching with stunned, avid eyes. “I achieved r-release.” Why was he stuttering?

Inuyasha swallowed heavily. “You did?” He peered into his face, obviously not quite believing him. “Miroku, you’re not lying to me, are you?”

A quick shake of the head and then Miroku lost his courage and turned away, stumbling as the pain in his bottom announced itself.

“Miroku,” Inuyasha spoke from beside him as he walked next to the naked monk. “Please, I don’t want to hurt you…”

Miroku jumped with a little involuntary full-body shiver, a part of him more nervous than he wanted to admit over how close Inuyasha was to his body. “You won’t. You didn’t last night. You won’t.”

“But Miroku, I might try to… I will try to… do that again. I won’t be able to keep myself from doing that to you.”

Miroku flushed again. “Then you’ll do it again and I’ll be a little sore in the morning and we go on with our lives. That’s all. And right now, I need to wash up.”

Following alongside, Inuyasha glanced at him, still frowning but no longer growling as he spoke. “I’ll keep watch then, houshi.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

They’d only gone a few more steps when Inuyasha handed him the suikan of his fire-rat robes, and Miroku wrapped it gratefully around himself.

“Don’t worry, Inuyasha. We’ll figure out what’s wrong,” Miroku murmured. Inuyasha nodded with a grunt. Miroku didn’t think he sounded as though he were agreeing, but it would do for now.