The Feather Duster

I don't own Inu-yasha. Very original disclaimer, ne?

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I'm getting a bit lazy with my disclaimers, but meh. Warnings: AU one-shot pwp! Hooray for pointless yaoi! Beware the WAFFyness ::shudders:: Lovely Inu-yasha/Miroku-ness, do I write anything else? Actually, I do, but those will be coming later. Must get down some of these plotbunnies! This is for IYYashi because she begged so nicely and I was writing it anyways. Enjoy chica!

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The Feather Duster

Inu-yasha knocked loudly on the door of number 27. He waited, rather impatiently, for about a minute before knocking again.

"I said come in! It's open!"

The silver-haired teen entered quickly, removing his shoes as he shut the door and looked around the seemingly deserted apartment, "Oi! Miroku, where are you?"

Miroku's ebony head popped out of a newly opened door in the short hallway that led from the living room, "I'll be right out. There's sodas in the fridge, could you grab me one? Root beer please? Thanks."

The older teen disappeared once again into the recesses of the bathroom causing Inu-yasha to roll golden eyes. If this had been a normal meeting, he would've expected something kinky from his perverted lover, but Miroku had been worried that everytime they saw each other they went at it like rabbits and never just hung out together. So this was a Cuddling Only visit. The older teen now having his own apartment had made some things easier in their relationship, but their conflicting schedules with Miroku in college and Inu-yasha still stuck in high school enabled them to see each other less often than they would like.

It had been a week since they had last been together. Separations of similar length had been happening since Miroku had gotten this place six months previous. Sex was easier, of course, no longer playing cat-and-mouse with their parents, but, Inu-yasha realized, his lover was right: they needed to spend more time just being together.

Opening the fridge, Inu-yasha scowled, searching its contents for a coke and a root beer, "Yuck! How can he like that stuff?"

"Bonjour Monsieur, is there anything I can do for you?"

Still looking in the fridge, he humphed, "Stop talking in that crazy French. Speak plain Japanese!"

Miroku was still speaking with a French accent, "But French is the language of love, koibito."

"Language of love my a--" Inu-yasha turned around and promptly dropped the sodas he was holding.

The ebony-haired teen stood within the entrance to the kitchen dressed in a full French maid outfit, complete with apron, white cap, and feather duster. He smirked slightly, stepping towards his dumbstruck boyfriend; leaning teasingly close to him he grabbed the dishrag from the counter behind him and began cleaning up the mess the exploding root beer had made.

"Let me get that for you, Monsieur," the mess gone, Miroku picked up the two cans and pressed the un-damaged cola into Inu-yasha's hands, "Be careful, it still might explode." Walking over to the sink, his heels made a delicate clicking sound as he purposefully swayed his hips, sending the fluffy skirt into a fit of soft rustling.

"Holy shit," Inu-yasha licked his lips and looked the backside of his boyfriend's body up and down. His eyes traveled up the long, slim legs, pausing at the sinfully short skirt hem which revealed a taste of Miroku's perfect ass, then moving up to take in his graceful neck, the white skin showcased by the fact that his raven locks were tucked into the frilly white cap.

Miroku looked coyly over his shoulder then turned and sauntered back to the slavering Inu-yasha, leaving the half-empty soda can in the sink. He plucked the cola can from the strong hand and set it aside. Teasing purple eyes locked onto gold as the raven haired teen wrapped his arms around his love's neck. Inu-yasha dove into action, claiming the soft lips with his own in a fiery kiss. His hands set at the other's slim hips, the younger teen trailed searing kisses down the elegant neck and along one sculpted collarbone. With a final nip of his teeth, he pulled back and gazed heatedly at Miroku.

"Whatever happened to the no sex idea?" his biting comment died as soon as it was spoken on seeing Miroku, blushing pinkly with head thrown back and luminous hair slipping from the silly cap. It was all done purposefully, Inu-yasha knew: his boyfriend was a master of seduction and knew all the tricks, but his 'Little Yasha' was now fully in control and his mind could try to be backseat driver all it wanted. Inu-yasha was going to have his maid.

Pouting, Miroku pulled away, trailing the featherduster over the crotch of the silver-haired youth's pants, "Well, if you don't want to . . . ."

"Feh, I never said anything about that," he clasped the wrist of his retreating wench and pulled him back with a soft tug, just force enough to make Miroku fall into his arms, "It was your idea, bouzou."

"I know, but I'm not used to going this long without sex! You're lucky I love you because there's this guy in one of my classes, really sexy and he's been hitting on me non-stop."

Inu-yasha's eyes narrowed and his grip on the slim waist tightened, "Miroku . . . ."

"I'm only kidding, Inu-yasha," his violet eyes sparkled with love and desire at the feeling of the boy's body pressed up against his, "I'm changed you know. Only you could tame the Great Miroku."

"I plan to do some taming right now. You're not leaving the bed for the rest of the night," he scooped Miroku into his arms, smirking at the surprised yelp the older boy emitted as he carried him off to the bedroom. He was plopped into the center without ceremony and Inu-yasha stood at the foot, regarding his prize who was currently removing the high-heeled shoes from his aching feet.

"You know, you do have school tomorrow. You shouldn't be spending the night," Miroku succeeded in removing the second shoe and rubbed his sore feet through the white stockings, "Damn! How do women wear these things? It's only been about fifteen minutes since I put them on . . . Inu-yasha?"

Inu-yasha was still staring at him, smirking triumphantly and making the college student distinctly nervous, in a good way. He pounced on Miroku, silver hair swirling around them, and kissed him possesively as he pulled off the rediculous cap, finally freeing the ebony locks. Reaching blindly on the coverlet as he frantically tried to escape the kiss, Miroku grasped the discarded featherduster and softly ran the silky feathers over his love's ear. Inu-yasha practically shot away from the smirking drag queen and glared angrily.

"No tickling! You know I hate that!"

"You have school tomorrow," Miroku tried again, "You can't stay the night."

Inu-yasha snorted, "So? You have school too."

An exasperated sigh, "Yes, but my first class isn't until two in the afternoon. You, however, start promptly at nine-thirty AM."

He grinned wickedly, "Who's the lord here? I expect my servants to obey me at all times."

Miroku looked furious for an instant at being flouted in his own game, but he couldn't help but melt at that oh-so-sexy look of arrogance on the younger boy's face, "Yes, milord."

"Good. Now, undress."

Trying to hold in his laughter at the serious tone, Miroku slid off the edge of the bed and walked around the end, putting an extra sway in his hips. He stood directly before Inu-yasha who sat expectantly at the foot and passed the duster over the firm muscles displayed by his trade-mark red shirt. The duster continued its journey southward, but was stopped as Inu-yasha snatched the feathery annoyance out of the delicate grasp.

"I said undress."

Miroku pouted. This type of game would not allow him to tease his lover as he so loved to do; Inu-yasha was in charge and loving it. He would have to switch tactics.

"But, milord, I need your help with all these buttons," he turned, showcasing the line of small buttons marching up his back remembering not very fondly what a pain in the ass it had been getting them all done.

Knowing what he was playing at, but not caring, Inu-yasha reached forward and grasped one end of the starched white ribbon. It pulled freely, the bow collapsing and the lace-edged apron falling to the floor to be kicked aside by an anxious Miroku. His fingers nimbly undid the numerous buttons then slid into the black dress, caressing the silken shoulders as it was pushed off to follow the apron to the floor. With a self-satisfied grin, the silver-haired youth pulled his scantily-clad boyfriend into his lap and pressed his lips to the willowy neck in a hungry kiss. He felt Miroku sigh against him and he ran his hands from his slim waist down the stocking-clad legs as he proceeded to leave his mark on his prize.

Miroku wound an arm around his love's neck and squirmed slightly in his lap, grinning in triumph as he felt the other still. His window opened, the raven-haired teen slid out of the loosened grip and pinned his younger lover to the bed. Noticing that Inu-yasha was still dressed, he wasted no time in pulling off the offending shirt and attacking the bared chest with his mouth, tracing along the bottom of the boy's ticklish rib cage with his tongue. The golden-eyed beauty below him squeaked in protest but his only answer was a smirking mouth decending on a pale nipple. Inu-yasha arched into the blazing caress and realized distantly that his dominance had all but fled as he moaned throatily; he bit his lip, feeling the ebon-haired temptress graze his even teeth on the reddening nipple before abandoning it for the other one. He had to speak up soon or all would be lost.

"Miroku," he managed to pant out as the other continued his torturous ministrations, "You're--ruining the game."

The college student looked up from the sweet apricot skin he had been teasing and pouted cutely, "Ruining? But I thought you liked this, koi." He bent down again, but never took his eyes from Inu-yasha's, keeping him locked in a sultry gaze as he slowly licked the sensitive bud.

Inu-yasha almost lost it then, but he had to keep control, "Y-yes, I do. But you're the maid and that means I'm seme."

"Nani? But you were seme last time! It's my turn: you promised!" Miroku's eyes got all dewey as he begged in a very un-seme-like way.

"Feh, well *I'm* not being uke! You're the one who's dressed in drag, er, was dressed in drag anyway," he looked at Miroku pointedly. Inu-yasha knew exactly why Miroku wanted to be seme and he sighed inwardly at the pervertedness of his lover. Miroku got a kick out of screwing the younger boy as it was technically illegal, Inu-yasha still being a minor.

"K'so," Miroku snapped his fingers, "Fine, but I get two in a row, too! Heheh, I'm going to have fun with you, Inu-yasha!"

He groaned inwardly, but Inu-yasha agreed, "Fine, baka no ecchi."

Miroku cheered, rolling off the snowy-haired youth, and started to pull off the long stockings before he was stopped by a strong hand on his thigh, "What?"

"Keep 'em on," Inu-yasha ran his hand along one of the lacy edges, "Those rediculous girly undies have to go, though."

"Hee hee, I didn't know you had a sock fetish; I see I've finally corrupted you, Inu-yasha."

"Yep, now lay down," he pushed Miroku onto his back and slipped his fingers under the strings of the panties, pulling them down slowly and watching as his straining erection sprang free. His own was making his pants uncomfortably tight, but he would worry about that in a minute. Right now, he was studying Miroku who painted a painfully erotic picture, laying back against the blue comforter only in those sexy stockings.

Inu-yasha knelt motionless at the foot of the bed, just taking in the sight of his naked and panting boyfriend. Said boyfriend noticed with annoyance that the younger teen was still half-dressed and he went into action. Morphing into 'innocent damsel mode', Miroku attempted to keep his modesty and turned his eyes down, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

"Monsieur, we shouldn't be doing this. If milady should see us--"

"She won't see anything: she isn't here," Inu-yasha cut him off and hurriedly divested himself of his last remaining clothing.

"But, milord--"

"Be quiet, and do as I say," Inu-yasha crushed his lips to the other's, bruising those soft petals with the kiss and silencing any remaining 'protests'.

Miroku ran his hands up the muscular arms that had planted themselves firmly on either side of his head; he twined his own around the other's neck, pulling his silver-haired love as close as two mortals could get and yet not close enough. Relishing the feeling of the hard planes pressed flush with his own, the dark-eyed teen moaned into the kiss. The devilish grin that graced Inu-yasha's full lips was lost on Miroku as said lips quickly lavished his pale throat with hungry kisses. Even teeth trailed soft bites down from the slender column and over the milky torso to stop and worry the sensitive flesh just below the raven-haired boy's navel. Limbs turned into jelly from the talented ministrations of his boyfriend, Miroku's arms unwound easily from their death grip on the high schooler's neck.

Smirking in triumph as his wench arched up with an impassioned cry, Inu-yasha planted a final, bruising smack onto his second mark of ownership. He had decided to be merciful and relieve his pet of his ecstasy. Miroku's current thrashings were bringing his arousal into contact with Inu-yasha's firm stomach, and he noticed the dark-haired youth bite his lip to keep from crying out: the neighbors here were incredibly nosey. The owner of a pair of honey-golden eyes did not care one bit what the neighbors thought, however, and he pulled away from his writhing lover to grasp his prominent need.

"Miroku . . ." he studied the older teen, keeping his voice low and teasing as his hand slowly moved along the heated length, "What is it you want?"

"Inu . . . yasha! I can't . . . hold out much . . . longer," Miroku's hands fisted in the comforter as he desperately thrusted into the teasing hand.

"Tell me what you want," his voice was firm.

He gritted his teeth, "Baka, don't you dare make me beg."

"I'm not the one who set up this game; you're my servant," his thumb rubbed lightly over the head as if to demonstrate his control, "Now, what do you want?"

A wailing moan was at first his only answer, but clearing his head of its lust-induced fog, Miroku cried out desperately, "Onegai! Take me, I'm yours!"

"Mine," Inu-yasha agreed.

He grabbed the lube, one of several hidden around the apartment, that had been conveniently stashed under the mattress with his free hand, releasing Miroku's straining erection to prepare him for the main course. Inu-yasha traced the violet-eyed teen's entrance with one slicked finger before pressing it in to the knuckle. The feral grin that lit his face at his boyfriend's wanton moan would've made Miroku proud if only he had seen it, but--at that moment--he was a little . . . distracted. A second finger addrushrushed teasingly at his sweet spot then went back to the task of stretching, followed by a third. Assured that Miroku was, in fact, ready by his desperate thrusts and that interesting keening noise he kept making, Inu-yasha caught his love in a sweet kiss and removed his slender fingers. Love-filled gold looked into pleading violet and the kiss deepened, aided by Miroku's gasp of surprise as he was filled completely by the one he loved.

Inu-yasha stilled, giving the other time to adjust even though he didn't need it as evidenced by how tightly those stocking-clad legs had wrapped around his waist. He moved slowly, savoring the feel of being completely enwrapped by his raven-haired love; the kiss was kept equally slow, the youth taking the time to memorize every part of Miroku's mouth as if he would never kiss him again. A strong hand held a sinuous neck as if it was a fragile piece of crystal and a single tear tracked down it much to the astonishment of its owner.

"Miroku?" pulling back from the gentle kiss, Inu-yasha stilled his movements and looked closely at the other, concern in his eyes. Miroku had never cried during sex before, not even when in pain; name something and he was into it: the guy was horny as all hell. So what the hell was wrong? "Miroku," he stroked the crystalline tears away with his thumb, "What's wrong? Kami-sama, I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, no. I'm sorry, I love you, okay?"

He gave a lopsided grin, "I kinda got the feeling. I love you too."

"No, I'm serious! I didn't mean to give you so much crap earlier. I would like it if we could be together more often, but I'm happy with what we have. Don't even think of dropping out of school for me!"

Inu-yasha rolled so that their positions were switched and he cradled Miroku to his chest, "Hey, It's okay. Don't worrI knI know you were only teasing. And what gave you that idea? I'd like to be with you more often too, but I know I have to finish high school, as much as I don't want to spend any longer in hell with fluorescent lighting." Miroku squirmed a little and Inu-yasha growled lowly, "Stop moving around or we won't be able to finish this conversation."

"We're finished," Miroku squeezed him tightly then sat back; dark lashes were still dusted with tears but the violet eyes were dry and smiling. He smirked at the strangled moan he drew from Inu-yasha as he rocked his hips back, "My favorite position. I love watching your face as I torture you."

"Shimatta Miroku, what's with the mood swings? Are you pregnant or something?"

"Hardly."

Miroku began moving in earnest, reveling in the feeling of his love's strong hands on his hips, the mind numbing sensation of being filled over and over again. The warm, flushed skin beneath his hands shivered under his touch in its over-sensitized state; Inu-yasha was close.

"Miroku," he panted out, "Driving me . . . crazy. Finish yourself."

Miroku tried to grin wickedly, but he was too far gone for coherent thought let alone actions. Inu-yasha could say all he wanted that Miroku was the ecchi one, but the silver-haired youth had all the makings of a voyuer. The dark-eyed one gasped as the pace was quickened--Inu-yasha slamming into him while gripping his hips tight enough to bruise--and he grasped his own straining erection with one shaking hand.

"Ah! Gods Inu-yasha!" his back arched as if his body wished to fold completely in half, quite opposite the way nature intended.

Inu-yasha finished with a low growl at the sight, making sure that his love followed soon after by bringing his hands around to knead at Miroku's lower back: one of the raven-haired boy's many weak points. Finishing with a keening wail he collapsed bonelessly on top of his lover, burying his face in the supple neck. The pair wrapped trembling arms around each other, each helping to bring the other back down to earth. Miroku's breathing evened and he shifted slightly as Inu-yasha pulled from his body, not breaking their embrace.

"It's late. Just stay the night," he mumbled before his eyes teretered shut.

"Couldn't have worked out better if I planned it," Inu-yasha stayed awake a little while longer, gazing at his wench in the darkness, "Night Miroku."

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Soul~chan: Is the lemon over? ::uncovers eyes::
Kuru: Unfortunately. Where did all that fluff come from? ::pulls out cotton balls:: Oh, right, the dentist.
Miroku: I thought it was cute.
Inu-yasha: You would. I thought it was horrible!
Soul~chan: Why you miserable litte-- ::the rest is bleeped out as both fighters are shouting numerous explicatives::
Kuru: She thinks she's impressive because she can speak in about seven languages. Don't let her fool you: it's just all the swear words. Guess I'd better finish up again . . .
Miroku: Ooh! Let me! Love it? Hate it? Let these girls know so I can get some more hanyou lovin' ::winks roughishly::
Kuru: Please do!