Too Much is Never Enough

Role play to fic again!!

Always for Liz.

Too Much is Never Enough

By Talon and jenerik_brand

A Little ‘Yasha fic

Miroku likes to take it easy and have a wee drop of the creature when he's tired. But the kid keeps hassling him. Not that it's so bad. He's not complaining... He just eggs him on in the worst way. On purpose, he's sure. Just now he's been talking about meeting up with that asinine half brother of his for a 'wrestling lesson.' Miroku got an eyeful of the last one. And it sure as hell wasn't wrestling. The boy wants attention in the worst way.


He's up, he's down. He's in the tree, he's back down. He's running around his father, flopping down, and Onnisama's not all that far away...once he'd gotten past his brother's stupid idea about "the proper age for sexual...whatevers" years ago...he was actually a really good fuck. Not as good as Daddy....but..."Daaaaaaad...c'mon..." Poke...poke...poke. "Don't just lay there...maybe Sesshoumaru will be more willing to play with me." He sulks...cause he doesn't really WANT his brother right now...hell, he's not really sure WHAT he wants.


"Maybe you're hungry and you need a big old bowl of sit the fuck down." Miroku takes a swig of sake and chuckles. Inuyasha does not. Well, he always laughed when Mushin said it to him. "One thing I do know is you're not going to let that brother of yours have you again." He looked down into the jug and back at the boy. "I won't let you."


That stops him in his tracks. "Why not? You let him when we had him together before...it's not like I'm a whore Dad. He's my brother!"


"That was..." wrong. It was horribly wrong. The demon ended up dominating them both. Typical dog. Typical demon. It was nothing like the alchemical fusion he got with Inuyasha. It was just rough sex. It wasn't right. And he wasn't threatened. Absolutely not. "What the hell do you mean why not?"


"I mean why the hell NOT?" He huffed and ticked off on his fingers. "He helped teach me to control my youkai, he taught me to find the weapons that came naturally to my body to fight with, he taught me how to handle a sword, and when I'm old enough he'll give me MY sword. He's not YOU, but he does love me y'know, stuck up ass that he is. So why shouldn't I let him fuck me now an' again? I don't let anyone ELSE..."


"...Let anyone else...?" Miroku grabs his robe and yanks. "Boy I don't like to assert ownership or anything ridiculous like that. You know I think monogamy’s a lie and a joke. But I won't have you giving your ass for you know what to anyone else." He narrows his eyes. Was the boy baiting him? Miroku shook his head. Even if he was he wouldn't know he was. He put the jug aside and patted his knee. "Come here, son."


He grumps and sits down on his father's lap. "It's not like I haven't been propositioned before y'know..." He leans against his father's chest, breathing in his scent. "Are...are you JEALOUS???"


Miroku yanked him back by the hair and looked him in the eye. "That's a dirty word." Then he bit his lip. "Come here." He crushed his mouth against his. Oh, fuck. The boy was so adept when it came to seducing him. His hand slipped between his knees and his tongue slipped between his lips. He couldn't bear the thought of 'Yasha leaving him for that... damn him! He was drinking himself silly these days trying to push the thought out of his mind.


Fuck, he WAS jealous!! He groans into Dad's mouth, and when he pulls back for a breath he licks his nose. "Dad..." A little half grin flirts on his face and he turns to straddle the old man's lap, pressing his forehead into his fathers. "I LOVE you." And he kisses him, whining softly in his throat, his ears down to show him...to show him how much somehow. It was almost an admission of submission.


Was he trying to placate him? Probably; not in a deceptive sense. Or maybe he was trying to egg him on? Fuck, he was too drunk and paranoid. So he just ground his cock against his and tried to put the thoughts out of his head. But he kept remembering how that bastard had him on all fours. Had him purring, had him begging. Had him so deep and hard. "Inuyasha!" He wasn't ready to let him go! Not to him! Not to anyone.

He frowned and sat back on his heels, still on his father's thighs. "What's WRONG with you Daddy?" He was confused...truly confused. "I don't understand..."


"Do you love him?" He hates to ask the damn question. To admit to something so sick and absurd as jealousy. "Do you?" It kills something in him just to ask. "Never mind." He can love whomever- it shouldn't matter. "Of course you do. He's your brother."


He blinks. "Sure I love him. But..." he shakes his head. "He's not you. He can't ever be you. Ever. Do you know how much it burns his ass that I would rather be with you than live in that damned castle with him? I couldn't care less. All the time when I was little, he was always trying to get me to stay, either overtly, or by tricking me...but he couldn't. It's not my home. My home is you. Always has been. You're my father. Don't you understand?"


Miroku sits back and blinks. It's just so hard to accept when he sees them together. There are things he can never give Inuyasha that bastard has in spades. Still. He can't help but grin. No, hell. Beam. "My boy." He pulls him down and rolls on top of him. "My boy." And damn, but it felt good to say it possessively. "Gods but I love you." He cups his jaw and kisses him. "Loves you so much." He presses his knee between his legs.


"I'm only YOUR good boy." He makes the purring, growling noise in his chest, kissing his father back and pressing back against his dad's knee, rubbing against it. "Only yours, Daddy"


"Then show me." Miroku pulls Inuyasha's robe down. "Show me what a good boy you are." He looks into his eyes and smiles. "Be a good boy and suck your old man' s cock for a bit, would you?" Miroku rubs his knee against that warm little crotch. "Do that tongue thing you do to me." He loves that. Always did. Made him come like a shooting star.


He shrugs out of his robe, leaving his pants on for the moment and dives under his father's robes, giggling as they close over his head, like he's six again. Of course his ages even as he thought of them were deceptive. As a young adolescent, (roughly thirteen humanish) he’s closer to thirty now than twenty and he hums as his deft fingers release his father's cock from it's wrap. He doesn't bother to take off the wrap, merely pulls Daddy’s cock out and immediately goes down on him for several strokes before wriggling the very tip of his tongue in the slit and then going down again*


Miroku sits up on his elbows and watches. Oh, that was, is and will always be the most sublime feeling ever to hit him. That tongue fucking him. Just... like... perfect. "Ohmmmmm." He absently rubs his own nipple as Inuyasha looks up at him with those big amber eyes. So sweet. Never dirty like a whore. Always sweet. Always loving. Always his. And that tongue takes him, again. "'Yasha...." sucks so good, he meant to say. The most perfect, sublime head he ever had. Like sake in sunshine. Just perfect.


He's so careful with his fangs...and now he can get all of Daddy into his throat after a bit of a warm up, and he does, because he loves to bury his nose in the crisp hair at the base of his cock. It smelled so good. So fucking good, and he inhales as he comes back up, drooling a bit as he tongues the slit again. He used to be able to get the whole tip of his tongue in it...but damnit, somewhere along the line he grew.


"'Yasha..." He's so deep inside, then out again. Warm and cool. Back and forth. It's so perfect. So damn good. "Gods I love you!" He reaches down and plays with an ear. "Baby- fuck!- I love you! Love..." It's like sunshine's pouring out of him. "...you...."

He wriggles his rump, pulling back so he can taste his father on his tongue as he laps it up and swallows, grinning toothily at Dad before scooting forward again to curl up on his lap. He's hard himself, and horny enough, but he wants the cuddling...and he loves it when Daddy plays with his ears. It makes him feel...loved. He licks his lips and wriggles, snuggling his head comfortably against his father's neck. "I am your good boy, right?"


"Good enough to eat." Miroku hugs him, tight. "You make me so happy, 'Yasha." He kisses him, loves the taste of his come on his lips and tongue. "So happy." He rubs his nipples over and over, reaches down low and cups that sweet ass. An ass with no equal. Never could be a sweeter one. Never could be a sweeter 'Yasha. Then he wraps his arms around him. "The best boy in the world."


"How much do you love me Daddy?"


"Love you more than the sun and the moon and the stars. More than pussy. More than even three girls at the same time. More than even sake and the con. Daddy loves you more than anything!"

"Wow, that's A LOT!!" He makes purr grunting noises. "I love my Daddy more than food. And...lots of other stuff..."


"Show Daddy, hmm?" Miroku nudges him back. "Come in Daddy's mouth and make him happy?" He kisses Inuyasha and tweaks his pretty pink nipples. "What do you say, kid?" he licks the tip of his cock and smiles into his eyes. "Love you..."


He gasps at the nipple tweaking and leans back against the tree, his knees bent, teeth worrying his bottom lip as he watches Daddy. "Why do you like me to come in your mouth so much Daddy?"

"Because..." lick "you..." suck "taste..." lick, lick "like..." sucks even more "good sake." He pulls the skin back, carefully, and takes him into his mouth. A difficult proposition given that the boy seems to get bigger every day. He was at the point of making Miroku suppress a gag reflex whenever he went down on him. Oh, but the boy was beautiful like this. Ankles digging in the dirt, eyes wide as saucers. Beautiful. So beautiful...


"Ohhhhh....ohhh Daddy!!!" His fingers clutch at the grass and the roots of the tree at hand. Daddy's mouth was always so warm and wet and slick and sucky. He knew he was getting bigger, and sometimes he can remember what it felt like when his cock was littler and stiffer and Daddy's tongue would bathe it all around. But this was incredible too, and he feels so hard!! "Daddy...please...more!!"


Yes. More. Always more. Always. Miroku grabbed his ass and pushed him up, angled him so that the tip of hit cock would jab his soft palette. So the skin would pull all the way back and the come would shoot like sweet cream. Yes. Oh fuck yes. Fuck his face with that cock, 'Yasha. Look into your father's eyes and see how much he wants you. His hands squeeze and he sucks you like a baby. Do it. Come in his mouth...


He always feels so helpless when Daddy sucks his cock, and he whines loudly. Hell, the older he got the less control he seemed to have. Oniisama said he was getting closer to sexual maturity, though by the way he talked it was a good century off or something. He doesn't care. It doesn't mean anything to him. What he knows is that now he can actually come more than just a dribble, though it's still clear and not all white and cool like Daddy's and Kouga’s and Sesshoumaru's. He shrieks loudly as the heat coils in his belly...he's so close...


Miroku stops. The magic is about to start. He can see the look in those eyes; feel the tremble in his cock. He cups those balls. One day they'll be full of seed. For now the come is a clear, pure and finer than the best sake. He pulls away and presses his tongue flat against the tip of his cock, lightly squeezing the balls before he sucks the tip and pumps with his hand. He wants to relish every single drop.


He cries out, his hips straining, the colors and the sound and the sensations washing through him as he shivers, and the heat...gods the heat and the feelings and...ohhh...he loves the way it feels when it just shoots out of him, like it comes all the way from the bottoms of his little clawed feet. He shrieks, sobbing as he spends himself into his father's waiting mouth, tense and fragile before collapsing boneless against the tree, tears glinting on alabaster cheeks, little nose sniffling.


Miroku sits up and smacks, lips his lips and chuckles. "Oh, yes!" He sighs and gathers his little 'Yasha up into his arms. "You are the best boy in the whole world, baby." He nuzzles the sweet ears and licks the tears away. "So perfect. So good." He kisses him. Tenderly. Sweetly. "I want to make love to my baby...."


He whines softly, clinging to his father tightly, dazed. He needs this...the love and the closeness and the tightness of his father's arms around him. No one else held him like this. No one else smelled of love. He hides his face in Daddy's naked chest like he's a tiny, scared pup again, but it's not out of fear. He's still trembly and weak from his orgasm and the only stable thing in the world is his Daddy.


"Shhhh..." Miroku kisses his temple. "I'm right here. Right here. I know what you need." He pulls him into his arms and holds him close. "I'll use the oil and rub you down. Relax you... make you feel really good." He reaches for his robe and shows him. "Then I’ll get you ready; make you all slippery, just like you like me to. Okay?" He kisses his nose.


He nods shakily, smiling a little bit. His voice is trembly when he speaks, "Daddy always makes me feel good." As he got older, his orgasms got bigger. Stronger. Sometimes he hardly knew what was happening to him when they hit. Not like when he was little at all.


Miroku dribbled a little oil into his hand and nudged Inuyasha to lie on his robes. "Baby," he sighed. The boy was getting so much older, and more beautiful if that was possible.


He lay back, finger in his mouth, watching his father, shivering in the sunlight. His voice is very small when he speaks. "I love you Daddy..." It seemed so inadequate for what he felt...really felt inside. He'd tried to explain to Sesshoumaru on more than one occasion, but the full blooded demon didn't seem to really understand. He'd said to him, "If I lived with you oniisama...you would continue to do what you do. Your life wouldn't change at all. You'd make mine change to adjust to yours. But when my Daddy came into MY life, he changed it completely and never looked back. Never once." And of course there was their ever present argument about just who Inuyasha's father WAS.


His skin is so fine. The oil makes him slick, makes him shine in the sunlight. "You're so beautiful," he says it so much but he means it more every time. "Turn around for me, baby. Get on your elbows and knees like a good boy." It was hard to explain why he felt such an attraction to this position. It wasn't because of the supplication. In fact he never thought of it that way. It was because of the perfect trust in Inuyasha's eyes when he did it. That was why Miroku always gave the ultimate yes or no power to him. Always had, always would. Always.


He rolls over; resting his head on his arms, feeling more together and content now that Daddy had rubbed him. Oniisama liked him on his hands and knees...Daddy liked him everywhere. He liked this position himself and he wriggles his bottom a little. He's not starting to get hard yet again, but there's more than erections to arousal. "Please Daddy? Please?" He knows he sounds like a little kid...hell; he still IS a little kid. Little enough that people gave him strange looks when something blatantly sexual sprung from his mouth...


He combs the long, long hair to the side and stands up to straddle his waist. He begins with the shoulders. "Slow and deep is what you like, isn't it?" He chuckles. The oil drips into his robe- he doesn't care. Worse has gotten in the thing and it's due for a wash anyway. More of an excuse to roll around naked on a summer day with his 'Yasha. His knuckles push against his vertebrae. They pop against the tendons. Damn, but the boy was getting stronger!


He lets his cock slide up and down the line of his back a few times, relishing the feel. "Slow and deep..." He moves, drawing his cock down the center of his ass and letting it slip as he sits behind Inuyasha. "Look what we have here." He pours oil all over his ass and smacks. Lightly. Then again... not so lightly this time. "Maybe for later?" Then he dribbles more... right there.


He grunts, groaning as Daddy rubs him. "Yes...yes slow and deep....oh Daddy..." A past memory hits him...Daddy rubbing strong smelling, warm salve into his skin on his back...rubbing the sore scars, crooning to him and comforting him as the steam from the springs hisses around them. Now the scars are little more than thin, red and silver ropes marring his skin and he moans at the smack. "Later I'll b…be...naughty. Ohhh...please Daddy...more..."


Miroku nods. He understands. "You need loving... deep and hard loving." He squeezes his rump and moves in. One finger tip and alot of oil can go a long way. A very long way. As long as the other hand is busy cupping and rubbing other boy parts... "You want e here?" He presses in just a little and dribbles alot- alot- of oil on his finger as he does it.


"Yessss...please yesss Daddy. I want you to love me there...hard in me. Please...please love me Daddy!!!" He presses back against the finger, whining like a puppy, begging for a treat.


"Oh what a good. sweet boy!" Miroku's throbbing. He wants so badly to plough right in but he knows preparation rewards him with a very happy puppy. He pulls out and puts more oil on his finger. On his cock. On his second finger. "Stay very still, baby." He pulls back and two fingers press against that sweet opening. "I want to help you feel really good, here."


"Daddy, you ALWAYS make me feel really good!!" He moans...Daddy does too. Even when he was little. Specially when he was little. Sometimes he still wonders how Daddy could get his big cock up in him when he was so little and make it feel SO good!! He knows how now...it was easy. Daddy LOVES him. Period. He gasps and whines louder, his ears going flat to his head as fingers wriggle inside him. "Oh...oh...OH Daaaaaaaddy...."


"Be still..." Miroku can never get the boy to keep still when they do this. After all this time he still worries that he will be hurt. He is still so small. "Must be careful." He pulls out and puts liberal amounts of the stuff on his fingers. The push in is obscene, gorgeous. Perfect. His ass pushes out and just takes it all in. The way his body absorbs him, takes him in and holds on is so right. So, so right. So much better than pussy. "More fingers, then I'll fuck you." He wants to see...


"How many? How many Daddy? How many fingers??" He tries his very best to keep still and he pushes his face into Daddy's robes beneath him. "Oh please...please Daddy..."


"As many... as many as I can..." Starting with a third. He never did three before. Never dared. And it was working! Fuck! He was going all the way in and out.... deeper too. One knuckle deep. And with more oil he was two. Then all the way in. And out. And in. Then out. "More?" He felt that trembling cock, saw those shaking limbs, heard he ragged breathing and knew Inuyasha loved it.


"More...MORE!!!" He could remember...way back in the back of his head how it burned and tore when the European brothers took him, two together. He'd been thinking about that lately...but without the burning and hurting and bleeding. "Oh MORE Daddy...stretching so much..." His cock was starting to get hard again...


Miroku doesn't want to hurt him. But he doesn't think he will. He pulls out, puts four fingers together and ponders as oil dribbles. He presses.... oh he is so tight! "Inuyasha." He will not hurt him. He refuses. But if he can.. oh he will. "Tell me when if it hurts?" He presses deep inside. Oh... fuck. He' so so tight he doesn't think it'll work. He has to put more oil on his fingers. Oh. That's better...


"AAAAHHHH!!!" He throws his head back, up on his hands instead of his elbows now. "OHOHOHOOOOO....it's...it's so MUCH...Daddy..." He can feel his muscles quiver around Daddy's fingers. "H..h...how...how many...Daddy...how many???"


"Four." Miroku stops. "Too much? Do you want me to stop?"


He shudders. "Don't...don't stop...not yet. It's not too much yet...please..." He pants, open mouthed, gulping. "Don't stop yet...Daddy..."


Miroku bites his other fist and groans. "Do you want even more?" He didn't dare try this before. Now he wants so much. "I'll do it, Inuyasha. I will..." He's already pouring the oil. Already positioning himself for it. "Daddy will do anything when you want it badly enough."


He whines loudly, his head still back. "Do...do...what Daddy? Do what?"


"Give you more." Miroku pets his rump as his thumb goes in. "How is that?" His thumb is inside, too. All the way with the other fingers.


He shrieks, every muscle in his body trembling. It's...it's incredibly full and he gasps for breath, head down, shaking back and forth and keening loudly. His cock is back at full attention now. "Ohhhhh...oh gods...ohhh..." And the Latin starts...half remembered prayers, jumbled words, Latin and Japanese and...and...


Miroku tips him forward and pours oil in the juncture of his fingers so it goes directly into Inuyasha like a funnel. "Shhh..." He croons, sings songs he sang to him as a boy to help him sleep. His cock bobs with every thrust of his hand like a pump. A little dribble is beading up at the tip- a good sign. "Daddy is so proud of you...." his hand is going all he way in. All the way...


He breaths heavily, his fingers clutching at Daddy's kesa beneath him, and his head goes back again as he cries out. It...it almost hurts. It flirts with hurting, and that makes it even better. So incredibly, amazingly stretched and full. "Daddy...daddy...daddy...oh please Daddy...it's so...so..." he falls back into incoherency as Daddy's hand moves. He's so full...has he ever been this full before?


"You want to come like this?" Miroku's shaking, too. "You can, you know. I don't mind. And he'll let him, too. Miroku just wants his baby to be happy. And if he needs it that way it will be that way. Anything, everything for his baby.


"I...I don't know...Daddy...want YOU. Please...I...I don't KNOW!!!"


So it is up to him. Miroku pulls back and rubs his ass. "Shhh..... you were amazing, my baby. Amazing." He turns him around and frames his face in oily hands. "I love you so, so much." He gathers him in his arms and pulls the shaking boy up on his lap. Legs straddle Miroku. He tips his chin up and smiles into his misty eyes. "I would rather come with you, baby." Then he pushes himself in, deep, with a kiss.


He clings to him tightly, gasping at the entrance, his legs squeezing around Daddy's middle, kissing back desperately. "NNNnnnnhhh...please Daddy...make me your good boy..."


"You already are...." Miroku lunges up and gasps. "Soooo goood!" He is always astounded by how good he feels. Always. Every time. "Touch-" he reaches between them to hold his baby's cock in his right hand, so that the beads can work their way up and down as they press together. Miroku licks his neck, gently nibbles the spot he knows one day Inuyasha will give to his chosen partner. hurts to think about it, but feels so good to be here. Right now Inuyasha is his. "Come for me baby." He pulls his hair back and looks into his eyes. "Come for Daddy."


He gulps and whines and moves his bottom as Daddy fucks him. "Want more...more fuck...please...more..." He can already feel the little curl of hotness in his belly again...the beads on his little cock...Daddy's mouth on his neck, Daddy's eyes on him...love...so much love...


"More, huh?" Miroku grunts. "Then you shall have more!" He picks the boy up by the rump and slams him back down, hard against his pelvis. Again and again and again. Only because he knows the boy loves it. Only because he knows the boy needs it. Needs to be wanted and needs to be shown how badly Miroku wants him. "My" fuck "good" fuck "boy wants his" harder "fucking." Miroku throws him on his back and puts his knees on his shoulder. Then his slams into him, over and over. "Tell Daddy how much you love a good, deep fuck. Tell him, baby!"


"I...I LOVE DEEEP....*gasp*...Haaaaaaaarrrrrrd...oh DADDY!!!" He's practically staring his little cock right in the eye as Daddy slams into him. The sound of their skin slapping together, the feel of Daddy's balls knocking against him, and the hard...deep thrusts of Daddy's cock...it's so good. He can feel the bruises coming and going, and he knows he's going to be sore and walking funny for awhile. His ass rejoices in the thought. His climax shocks him though, overtaking him entirely by surprise and shaking him to the core as he spills clear fluids all over himself and promptly passes out.


Miroku comes, and it's a revelation because he's exploding at the sight of Inuyasha passed out on the ground. He pulls away and the come splatters all over that passive face. "Inuyasha..." It's a groan a prayer and absolution all at once. Because he loves him, and he loves him back. Still. Miroku falls back on his ass and blinks. Even a pervert can be shocked sometimes.


He's out cold. Entirely limp, fucked into oblivion. His muscles twitch and convulse slightly, showing his body is still reveling in the aftershocks of his orgasm.


He lays down beside him and gathers him close, covering them with his robe. He songs him the old songs, the ones he loved as a tiny boy. The ones about magic and love and happily ever after. Then he closes his eyes, thinking of how much he loves his boy.


He stirrs, sleepily, blinking open bleary eyes and nuzzling Daddy's chest. He feels...well fucked. Completely fucked and content and happy. The songs whisper in his ears and he flicks one lazily, snuggling with limp limbs closer to his father. His voice is a bare, dry whisper. "My...Daddy...best..."


Miroku heard that. He smiles, snuggles in closer. "Daddy loves you best." He kisses the top of his sweet little head. "Loves you so much."


He sighs contentedly, little fingers working on Daddy's chest. "Know." He closes his eyes, enjoying the smell of them together, of their lovemaking of Daddy's sweat and dirt and everything. "Never leave me."


"No. I won't ever." His voice hitches. "I can't ever. I don't think I can. I never want to."


“Never ever.” He sighs contentedly, relaxed in his father’s embrace, his breath fluttery against his ears, and his heart, soothing thudding against his body. Daddy was his. Forever.


Owari