Change in the Wind

Title: Change in the Wind
Authors: talonsage and jenerik_brand!
Pairing: Inuyasha/Miroku
Prompt: Week#5- Submission (written for the Livejournal imumir community kinkfest!!)
Warnings: dom/sub, yaoi (well, yeah...), rimming, biting
Rating: xxx
Summary: Miroku submits to Inuyasha.
WordCount: 4195 (We are wordy!)
Authors' notes: Talon wrote Inuyasha's pov, jenerik_brand wrote Miroku's. It alternates from one to the other since we did this roleplay in first person.

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Alternating 1st person POV again, just like Predator and Pray people!!!

Change in the Wind

By Talon
&
jenerik_brand


He loves to ponder the moon at night, when the stars hover in the sky like fireflies. So I ask him with a smile. "Come with me?" I bowed. "Just for a moment." I even avert my eyes to show my respect. Even that. "Just a moment."


He's always askin' me weird things, sayin' weird things, but something in his scent grabs my attention. An' when I give him my attention he holds it with his posture. "Sure. Why not." I get up from my seat on the log and plunk the runt down next to Sango. "Stay put. We won't be long." I eye him when he whines, and he shuts up.


I knew he would come. I knew he would. I lead him to the cliff and smile. "Beautiful night; is it not, Inuyasha?"


I fold my arms inside my sleeves and gaze at him squarely. "What do you want Miroku?" My ear cocks back towards camp to make certain everyone is where they should be. The moon is high...not full but rounded just the same.


"I need to discuss something with you. I feel there is a lack of balance in our group." There. I said it. Quickly and matter of factly. "Inuyasha?" I take a deep breath. "Things can not stay as they are."


I scowl. "What are you talkin' about Miroku?" He's always saying things five different ways before he actually gets to the point of his point, and then it turns out he's been saying the same thing the whole time.


"I mean...." No. I have to show, not tell. So I take a deep breath and begin my incantation.


"What the hell? Miroku what are you DOING? Knock it off!!!" What IS he doing? I look around, but I already know there's nothing and no one out here...so what's with the chanting?


"Hold still!" I grab the beads, repeat the incantation - a prayer to future Buddha and the spirits of the earth, and the beads light up, then disintegrate in my hands. I can't... I can't believe... "I did it." I blink. "You're- you're free." Oh, heaven help us.


My hands go to my throat, around my neck. The now familiar weight is gone. I stare at Miroku. "You...Miroku...how..." I can't believe they're gone. My first thought is to run and shove it in Kagome's face and yell, 'Sit me now bitch!!' but I don't. I'm busy watching Miroku. "How long have you known you could do this?"


"Weeks. Ever since we met the Band of Seven at the temple. There were incantations in a vault they destroyed. Secret incantations. I read..." I look away. "I needed to think on it. To ask myself if it was right." I can feel the sweat trickle down my spine. "And it was." I close my eyes and the passion comes out. "There can only be one leader. And I know who that is."


Weeks. I run my tongue over the point of one fang and slowly walk around him. He's always thinking. He's good at that. "So you thought about it. And decided it was right. And there can be only one leader." I'm behind him, and I lean in to breathe in his ear. "Who gave you the right to decide that for everyone, hmm?" I want to hear his answer. No. I want to smell his answer.


"I... " He's so close. Gods. I could lie. Tell him something about balance and Buddha but that was not in my thoughts. No. I close my eyes. "There was only one real answer." I sigh and let my head fall back as I close my eyes. "I want." It is that simple.


Oh FUCK. I draw in a deep breath of his scent...and his submission. I reach around and stroke my claws down his throat lightly. "You want...what exactly, Miroku?" He freed me from those fucking subjugation beads. I'll give him whatever he wants. Not because I owe him. Because I want to.


"I want you to do what you will when you assert your position. Alpha male, is it?" I shudder as those claws scratch against my throat. "Assert your position over me. I know what you will do." I need you to do it. It's all I ever think about, now. I am obsessed.


"This isn't a game Miroku," I growl into his ear. "This is permanent. If I ‘assert my position’ now...I'll have to do it again...and again...and again...all the time. To keep my position. To make sure you know your position." I smirk. "And then I'll assert my position over Kagome...and Sango. Would you like to watch that Miroku? Would you?" It isn't a game, but I can't help my smirk. I can't help the way his scent rolls into my nose and makes me want to...give him what he wants so badly.


I have already fantasized about such things. "I know the consequences of my act." I tremble; shiver as his low voice and hot breath tickle my ear. "I expect you to... do these things. I did not realize but - oh gods- I am arching my back and, already, I am giving myself to him in the most whorish way. Father, forgive your son.


He's so warm. I can smell his blood, his maleness. Girls get me hard, but boys...men I guess. Until now it never occurred to me. I AM a man now. I don't feel any different than I did a few moments ago, but it's there. And so is he. I catch my claw on the tie Kagome gave him to hold his hair and it falls apart.


"Fuck me." My voice sounds so high. So needy. "Bend me over on all fours and fuck me like a dog." I can't help it.


He does want it. He's giving this to me. I don't think he's ever done this before...not like this. Slowly I pull Tetsiga from my obi and lay it on the rock. I don't need to be armed...not with him. His robes are a problem though and I fuss with them before scowling. "Take them off."


Oh, yes. I nod and comply. It's as simple as that. I make sure he gets an eyeful, though. I let the robes slide down my shoulder, and look at him coyly. Then I pull them off slowly until they fall to the ground. I slip my hands under the fundoshi and shimmy out. "How is this?" I bend down, oh so slowly, and pick them up. "No more clothes." I stay that way as I roll them up.


I don't take my eyes off of him. I think of all the times Sesshoumaru forced my submission. I wonder if he knows how delicious it is when it is so freely given. "Much better." I shrug out of my kimono top and toss it on the rock, and then I push him gently to his fours on it.


I comply completely, and leave the words behind. I have nothing left to say in this new world. I present myself, as I have seen dogs do when they are about to be mounted. I am so hard I nearly groan when I spread my legs and feel the tug in my veins. I will do nothing unless told to. Absolutely not.


Fuck I am so hard. He is too. I can smell it. I can see it, bobbing against his belly, but that's not what turns me on so much. This trust...this submission...he understands. He knows what he's doing, as much as a human can know of such things. I only know as much as I do because of my brother's insistence on being...a colossal ASS. A dominant colossal ass, but a colossal ass just the fucking same. I just watch him, bare in the moonlight for a few moments, and I smell his breath as it exits his body. I smell his scent, his sweat, the musky odor that has been marinating in the creases and crevices of his body all day. I run my hand over his ass, from the bottom up. He's spread, just a little, and I can see his entrance. "You want this...you really do," I breathe.


"Yes." I say it slowly so he can understand it is no rash decision. I realized I wanted him some time ago. But not just for a simple rendezvous. I wanted him to have control, total and perfect control. Look at him now. Gods, He is so strong, so ready to take on the world or fuck me all apart. I know he can if he's given the trust. He has it. He sure as hell does. "I am ready for you."


"I know." I can tell. I kneel behind him, and I notice how natural I fit. I lean over his body to lick his ear, still clothed, my cock still in my pants. I press against him, running my hands down his chest from underneath. I press my nose into the scent spot on his neck, his pulse point and breathe him in. "I'll take you." I accept his submission.


That touch makes me arch my back. I revel in that sensation. When he takes in my scent I whimper. When he says he'll take me my elbows hit the ground and my fingers dig into the dirt as my mind is flooded with disturbing images of dog piles. "Thank you." I bite my lip.


I slide back up so I'm sitting on my ankles. I know from experience I can't take him dry. It hurts too much. It hurts ME when my brother does it. It makes me bleed, and blood SUCKS as a lubricant. I hate it. It's no good without something. I don't know if he's ever had a male like this before. Maybe he's fucked...but I don't think...I don't think he's been taken. Maybe. At any rate I grasp his ass and press it apart and run my tongue up from his balls to his tailbone. He tastes even better than he smells.

My head shoot up when that - that TONGUE- slides over me. It makes my heart pound. Makes my breathing quicken. Makes my ass twitch. No, Miroku. don't you dare say or do a thing. Simply accept. This is what you wanted.


"'smatter Miroku?" I grin as I lick him again. I nip at his balls with my lips then press my mouth back against his hole. He's clean. Sweaty, yes. There's body odor and sweat and oils, but he's so fucking clean for all that. I just taste him. The little hairs tickle my tongue as I swipe it all around the skin before pressing it into him.


Answer him. He asked a question. Say something. Anything. "Yes..." Oh, that's so good. Wait. "No! N-nothing." I just need... Oh, he's putting it in there! I lay my head down in on my forearms and gasp. I never thought anyone ever did this. It's so good. So fucking good.


"You taste good. Real fucking good. Clean. Male." I like that. I like that about Sesshoumaru. The male taste. Sometimes he kisses me. Maybe I'll kiss Miroku. I think I will. But not yet. More spit. More lubrication. More...care. And I want to taste him more. Deeper. So I do. As deep as I can go, over and over again.


"Thank you." He's preparing me. It is the most gentle preparation. The sickest, sweetest, strangest. I can't stop whining like some bitch in heat. A bitch who can't wait... He's taking his time with me. It's delicious torture.

I pull back and spit a couple of times. Licking isn't getting the job done fast enough. Or really good enough for me. I work it in with my tongue and spit again, this time pressing a finger, carefully. "Y'r so fuckin' tight Miroku. I don't wanna hurt you." I'm not huge, and men do this all the time. I know. I've seen 'em, heard 'em, smelled 'em...been one. I've bled and cried and bitched. My brother took me when I was barely past pubescence, and fuck, it can hurt if the person fucking you thinks you're some sort of girl who can make your own lube. Or just doesn’t care. Or something. Honestly.


It's so- it hurts in the best, worst way. I want to know what he is doing but I have to trust him. Perfect trust. I have to show him. I steady my breathing and focus on the rhythm of my breath.


I kiss his cheek there, next to where my finger is moving in and out, slowly. "It's not enough," I mutter. I can smell the pain. I spit on my finger again damnit and wish I had oil. But I don't. Next time I will. Can't avoid ALL the pain, but I want it to feel good too. Like I know it can. Like Sesshoumaru's done for me when he's felt...generous. The fucker. He's never taking my bitch though, and the thought of him taking Miroku pisses me off. I won't let him, and I grip Miroku's hip with my other hand and growl.


I focus and make myself relax as much as I can. I must show him I am ready. I move my knees even further apart. Please, I want to tell him. I won't break. Please do it. But I know he will do what he thinks is right. This trust is so hard to show. So damn hard. Gods.


He's loosening, and I realize that at the same time I realize my claws have drawn blood on his hip, and I pull them out, leaning over and licking the marks apologetically. I didn't mean to do that...damnit. I work a second finger in beside the first and groan as he clenches around me at first, then relaxes. "Y'r doin' so good," I breathe. I watch my fingers disappear into him, my palm flat against his ass. "Fuck Miroku, how are you so pretty?" He is too. Pale and smooth...like a boy. I know he's only nineteen, so he IS a boy, really, but still. He's hot too. I like the heat of his blood, of his flesh and his arousal. "What do you feel?" I want to hear his voice...I don't care what he's sayin'.


He found something in me that makes me NEED. Speak. Say- anything. "I feel...." I look at him and there is no disgust in his eyes. No, he is looking with all the want I dreamed about. "Amazing." That is the word. "You- are so gentle." I liked the scratching, too. In fact I was hoping for more of that- Inuyasha is surprisingly gentle. "I did not expect this."


"Thought I would roll you over an' shove it in, I bet." I shake my head. "That ain't dominance, that's bullying." My voice is bitter and I bite my tongue. I don't want my experiences to shade his and I press deeper and curl my fingers up. Damnit, I'm so hard I'm leaking through my wrap, and I undo my ties and fumble with my wrap as my fingers move inside him.


"That feels so good." I have to wiggle a little to really make the most of that movement. Then I realize that was not something he wanted from me. "Sorry." Oh, but that feeling is just magic. "I love how it hurts just enough with the pleasure." I want more!


I run my hand down his back, scratching lightly, then smear my cock with my leakage. Hey, it's finally good for something besides jerkin' off! Before it can dry and get sticky I pull my fingers out and press my cock against his entrance. I feel lightheaded for a moment. I lean over him again and grasp his shoulders, up, from underneath to hold him steady, and close to me. "Take it," I murmur into his ear as I press against him. "I want to hear you take me into you."


With no hesitation I give it to him: "Take me. Take me anyway you want to have me." He can have anything with his cock pressed against me. Anything, and I want him to know it.


I grunt as I push against that tight muscle. Fuck...I'm so hard, and he's so tight and all of a sudden it gives way, and I know I'm just past that threshold. "More. I wanna hear you. All of you."


I can't help it. I scream it: "I WANT ALL OF YOU! ALL OF YOU INSIDE ME, INUYASHA!" I'm clawing at the dirt as pain sears through me. The most wonderful, terrible pain.


I know it's hurting him. But it's not avoidable pain. It's not tearing him, and he's not bleeding and I pant as my hips press against his ass, my balls touching his. "Good boy. Fuck Miroku, you're so good..."


His words- I beam when he calls me a good boy. I can not help it I turn and smile. The sear of the pain is so good. I feel so alive as I throb on my hands and knees. "I only want to be beneath you." My cock pulses. "Please make me that way?"


I touch his face. It's such a small thing to ask of me. And he's more than earned it. "Yes." I pull back and thrust forward. Oh fuck...fuck fuck fuck. I may never take my cock out of this ass. He's earned what he's asked for, so I am going to give it to him. I press his face down to the rock and I lean over him, putting my weight on him as I begin to fuck him...really fuck him. Hard.


"Thank you." Oh, thank you. For days, a moon now, I have thought of nothing but this moment. This hard, full on possession. I need this, need this more than anything I have ever needed before. To be submissive, to be wanted. To be cared for. I never knew he could, but he is. I need more, though. I need him to tear me apart first.


He's too quiet. He's making little noises, sure, but not what I want to hear. I grip the back of his neck with my hand and keep his face down against the gritty rock. With my teeth I tug at the rings decorating his ears and I murmur to him, "Let me hear your submission. Let me hear you take my fuck. Miroku, do you love me?" It isn't...it isn't love like the word seems to imply. I ain't askin' him if he wants me to marry him and pup him or...whatever Kagome thinks of love. Not sweet, innocent love. Beta dogs love their leaders. That is what I want to know. But...I grin. I'd pup him if I could. That'd be one strong kid...


"I love you." I know it is not the love I have with Sango. I want to be underneath him. That is a kind of love. I reach for him. I know I should be still but I have to show him. I look over my shoulder and into his eyes. He looks so right above me. I look him in the eye and tell him: "I submit, I submit everything to you. My body, my mind, my spirit. I beg you- beg you- for your fuck. Please." I reach for his hand and squeeze. "Everything I am is yours."


I grab both his hands and press them into the ground by his head, my fingers tangling with him, and my hair tumbling over his head as I hunch my back up. I can feel my grunts huffing through my chest, I can feel the way my thrusts become shorter, quicker, harder. I can feel how they're fucking the breath out of him.


I can't breathe. I don't want to. I can't think. I don't need to. I can't feel anything but Inuyasha pounding himself, drilling himself, pushing himself through me. I'm beyond coming; I'm just barely existing, exploding under my skin. Take me, Inuyasha. Break me, Inuyasha. Make me something new. Something yours.


"You wanna be mine Miroku? You're gonna fuckin' be mine! You got that? MINE." I pound him hard, a few times more than pull out and flip him over onto his back and shove myself back in. "Mine," I breathe into the hollow of his throat as I thrust. I lick that soft little spot as my balls bang against his ass.


"Inuyasha?!" Before I know it my arms are around him. My legs are around him and I'm trying to get more. More of him, offering my neck, rubbing my cock against him, tilting my hips so he can get in as deep and- oh "YES!" More! "I AM YOURS!" Always. I don't ever want to go without this. Ever. "I love you...."


I nip at his neck at first. He doesn't pull away. He bares it more, offering it to me. Fuck Miroku. "I love you," I growl, and I tear my teeth across his throat, in a deliberate manner, marking him. It's not a bite so much as it is a drag, and the blood flows...fuck...it's sweet and hot and I suck and lick at it. Not a mating mark, but a submissive mark. The placement is what gives it away. He has offered himself...I have accepted his submission. "Mine." My voice is a low purr and my hips never stop moving. "Give me everything."


I put my hands up but I can't keep still- I can't help it. What is he- ah! Oh FUCK! It hurt- and I nearly came with the pain. I moan and whimper. "You can have it- everything- anything." And more. I am all yours. Forever. "EVERYTHING!"


I lick his blood up again and then nose his lips. "Then come for me goddamnit..." And I press my mouth against his, digging my tongue in and humping...gods...grinding against his erection, tasting him, smelling his blood...his submission. Everything. Give it to me.


All he has to do is tell me to, and my body follows his command, promptly. It shoots through my blood and makes me scream as it rips through me. I am splattered between the two of us. All over, my very self is shot and splattered, endlessly.


I huff into his mouth as he screams. The scent...the sensations...the slickness of his come between us. Oh yes. I pull my head back, howling as I come into his ass so fucking hard. I've never EVER come so hard in my entire life.


He's coming; I can feel him giving me all he has. All he is, the howl, the heat, the thrust so deep inside I will never be the same. I watch him; I tremble as I watch and realize we are both changed in this moment.

My head drops slightly and I kiss him...again and drag my tongue across his throat. "Mine. All mine. You can never be anyone else’s." Sure, he can fuck around if he wants...but I won't let them hurt my bitch. And I won't let anyone have him. Never. He’s mine. I lick that mark until it stops bleeding and I pull out, licking his belly and tasting him. "Good boy."


So caring. So cared for. His tongue, his breath- they are so warm. "Is that what I will be when I make you happy?" I sit up and watch him. "A good boy?" I try the words out, taste them, turn them over in my mind and inspect the canine sensibility.


I chuckle a bit. "I suppose. Good boy...good bitch." I roll my neck and relish the feeling of bare skin, no weight on my collarbone. "And you are." I look him over. "Anyway. No matter if you're good or bad...you're mine now."


"You look good that way." I reach up and rub his neck. "What do I call you, then? If I am your good boy? What are you to me?"


I think about that, cause...it didn't occur to me. "Huh. I dunno. Inuyasha I guess. Same as always. I mean...unless you got somethin' else you wanna call me. What am I to you then, Miroku? You tell me." I wanna hear it from him. From his mouth.


"No, I do not mean to replace your name." I reach up and touch his lip. There is a little blood there. A little of me. I look at my thumb and consider. "You are me dominant. My leader. The one who protects me, and I will protect." I take a deep breath. "And my lover."


He thought about this. He thought about this alot before he did it, and I take his hand and lick that spot off his thumb. "You're mine," I say simply. "Under me." Directly under. As often as possible. And I will protect him. Like I always have. More. All of them. "Get dressed." And he does.


Owari