Interest

A/N Thanks for the comments and all. This one's short again...but fun, heh.


SUMMARY: Oh, pointless smut.
THEME: dream

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 8 - Dream


Miroku moaned softly, unable to get his breath as Inuyasha pushed his legs up to his chest. His cock twitched while Inuyasha licked at his backside, that demonically talented tongue doing things that would have made Miroku blush if he were seeing it done to someone else.

And that wasn’t an easy thing to do.

For the moment, though, he could only moan again, his calves cramping as they tightened with every small slick caress across his ass and his entrance.

He couldn’t remember when Inuyasha had started this. Was it tonight? Yesterday? All he could think was that his bottom was being lubricated, he might come, and he didn’t want to. If he came, then Inuyasha would come, and if Inuyasha came, then the horny dog would simply stay inside of Miroku and start to come again.

He didn’t want to be that sore.

His bottom twitched, the small opening screwing as tightly closed as possible, and Inuyasha growled in response. One of his hands shifted off Miroku’s legs. He leaned over Miroku, staring into his face as one finger penetrated the resistant hole.

“Inuyasha! No more, I –“

Inuyasha growled and pressed in further, still staring at his face. Panting hard, Miroku looked back up at him and tried to think. What did Inuyasha want? He kept doing this to Miroku – what did he want? It couldn’t be just sex; wouldn’t he go find a female for that? Miroku hadn’t kissed him again. That stupidity had been clubbed into submission after the first night. So why did he keep coming after him this way?

Inuyasha curled his finger, smiling until his fangs took up most of his face, and Miroku keened.

“Oh Dear Buddha, I’m going to-“


“Aaaaahhhh.” Miroku’s voice startled him so badly that his eyes opened and he stared up at the starry sky above him. His body shook with a deep, post-orgasmic thrum. “What? I - Oh. Thank the gods.” His clothes were sticky and wet, still warm, but Inuyasha was nowhere around.

A dream, that was all.

One of those dreams, but still, simply a dream.

Which was not something he could say for the past few nights. Inuyasha came after him almost every night now, no matter how far the hanyou tried to go as the sun was setting. He appeared in the camp, eyes as red as his robes, and was usually on Miroku in moments. All Miroku could do was gape stupidly. Or fearfully, as the case might be.

‘Lustfully’ was not a term he was even going to consider, although his dreams were getting more and more reminiscent of his night time activities. But that was not an indication of how being taken, over and over, was affecting him. Miroku was not, in any way, growing used to having Inuyasha enter him, or lick him, or kiss him, or take his cock into his mouth and –

He simply wasn’t thinking of any of it that way, he reassured himself. Miroku’s panting was from the orgasm, a natural nightly occurrence that had happened quite frequently before Inuyasha had expressed even the slightest interest in his body. He might have had a different trigger in his dreams, but that was simply…drawing on recent experiences, that was all.

Besides, Inuyasha had calmed down in the past few days. He didn’t take Miroku so often when he came now, only two or three times, and then he lay down and slept next to Miroku. He growled fiercely if Miroku tried to move away, but he didn’t try to top him again.

Of course, every morning Inuyasha apologized with agonized eyes and urged Miroku to go. And every morning Miroku told him no, and that Inuyasha could do so if he felt he must.

Inuyasha would give him one trapped look before stomping off, but never completely out of sight. Miroku desperately hoped that Kouga, or more likely Sango, could come up with some explanation for what it all meant, but the idea of discussing it with either of them was something his mind shied away from.

How did you tell a modest young woman like Sango that their hanyou friend seemed to have grown fond of taking Miroku’s ass? He could just see her, pounding on him for thinking of something perverted, or blushing so deeply that she couldn’t even speak.
And Kouga – somehow, sympathetic was not a word that came to mind when he thought of him. The wolf would likely insult both of them, which would only be tolerable as long as he could help them out at the same time.

A sharp crack interrupted his thoughts and Miroku looked toward the fire. Inuyasha stood on the other side, swaying, staring at him with deep red eyes.

“Ah. That time again, is it?” Miroku murmured, swallowing heavily. “W-well, try not to be so rough on my clothing this time, Inu- Gah!”

Flipped over by the hanyou who had just leapt almost the entire length of the camp, Miroku stared at the ground and heard his clothing ripping with a wince. At least he’d purchased a few spares at the last village, but really – he’d still be nude by the time they got to Kouga and-

Inuyasha pushed Miroku’s hips in the air and leaned underneath to take Miroku’s cock into his mouth from the awkward angle. Miroku started twitching with small moans.

Damnation. And he’d thought he might actually get to rest tonight.