//OLD// Addiction

A/N::: Before anything gets started... I wanna let you know that each chapter is independent of each other (for the most part). So you can jump ahead to whatever chapter and not miss anything. But the beginning of Ch. 1 sets pretty much the basis for future chapters, so I would recommend reading that ^_^

Addiction Ch. 1

~Inuyasha~


*Gods, it was so... so tight... so hot... so good... I have to have it again...

Damn it Sango, why did you have to resist? How could something that feels so good end up hurting you? Even if it wasn't the right entrance for me to use, it still felt so much better than what we usually do... Chances are, you won't be content to try it again... That's fine; tightness like that is possessed by every being on this Earth, it would be easy to find another tunnel for me to invade and savor the pleasure it brings. Sure, partaking in this quest will make it impossible to make someone bear my child; however, I am willing to look past that in order to feed my hedonism.*

One night and one experience, as brief as it was, brought about new ambition in the monk. Miroku sighed after making the silent promise to himself to finish what he had started. He wanted to try something new; but no sooner than he had entered his lover's anal passage, she had pushed him away. But the feeling was strong enough to stay with him, and he desired more.

He leaned back against an old tree and tapped his foot impatiently. The moonlight shone over his nude body which glistened with a thin layer of sweat leftover from his near-intercourse. He looked down at his cock, throbbing with need. He just had to feel that tightness again!

The cracking of dry leaves caught the monk's attention. He glanced to his left, noticing a familiar figure with flowing silver hair. He stared at his friend who had stopped, but was facing away from Miroku and seemed to be relieving himself on a tree not too far from where the monk was standing. The way he looked at Inuyasha was different than any other time he had done it. He was focusing on one part of the hanyou, and one part only. Even with the loose red pants preventing Miroku from actually seeing Inuyasha's ass, the monk knew it was there; and evidently, so did his arousal which was pulsing intensely now. The dark-haired male grimaced slightly. Would he really take advantage of his friend just to pleasure himself? He reached down and gripped his member tightly, causing it to twitch and send chills up the monk's spine. Yes, yes he would.

Knowing that his friend would not be pleased at the thought of submitting to him, Miroku knew he would have to take some precautions. He searched through his robe that was lying on a rock next to him and pulled out a spell scroll, hoping it would prevent Inuyasha from attacking him. He would have to be quick in applying the fuda; otherwise, Inuyasha would become aware of the monk's intentions, and possibly harm him. After preparing himself with a deep breath, he ran towards the half-demon. Right as Inuyasha spun around to face what he thought was an enemy, Miroku placed the scroll on the hanyou's forehead. His friend immediately fell into a kneeling position. He slowly looked up at the monk and yelled.

“Miroku, what the Hell!? Why does my body feel so heavy!?”

The dark-haired male didn't say a word. Instead, he knelt down beside Inuyasha and gently began removing the hanyou's clothes. He ignored the barrage of yells, growls, and protests against his actions and only listened to his lustful urges. Miroku gently, yet impatiently turned Inuyasha onto his stomach and removed the rest of his crimson clothes. He noticed that the inu was trying to struggle, but was too weak to move his limbs. Right when he got a look at the firm bottom under him, he literally began to drool, and his cock felt like it would explode with cum just from the sight. His persistently pulsing penis seemed to control his mind, and made him numb to the insults and threats coming from Inuyasha. He returned to his pile of clothes on the rock, and searched through them until he found a half-empty bottle. He emptied most of the contents into his palm and smeared the liquid along his arousal, giving it a slick sheen. Returning to Inuyasha, he knelt behind him and spread the hanyou's legs. He gripped his dripping member and placed it between toned cheeks, right up against the tight pucker. For a second, he could've sworn that he heard his friend whimper.

“I'm sorry Inuyasha...”

Miroku slowly pressed the head inside, and roughly buried the rest of his length inside of the tight body. His shouts of pleasure joined with Inuyasha's groans of pain and humiliation. His libido was too strong to allow him to stop for his friend, he was too lost in his own satisfaction; and what a great sense of satisfaction it was! The hanyou's hole was so warm and tight, Miroku couldn't get enough of it. He pressed his hips as close to Inuyasha's as he could, feeling the constricting heat envelop his pulsing member. He desired more pleasure, and immediately began pounding in and out of the inu's body. Miroku's moans and Inuyasha's whimpers battled for volume as the hanyou's insides massaged the monk's arousal. He leaned over the half-demon and rested his head on a weak shoulder, his hands the only things holding up the hanyou. He gripped the firm hips tightly as he continued to thrust and withdraw at a frantic pace, not bothering to stifle his moans. He could feel the body beneath him tensing, tightening around his throbbing manhood.

The monk felt his climax quickly approaching and reclaimed his vertical position behind Inuyasha, violating the hanyou with renewed intensity. The smack of their flesh meshed with the sounds of their moaning and caused Miroku's head to spin. He was completely subservient to his indulgence and loved every second of it. He knew it was all worth it when he felt the tingling feeling start to build in the pit of his stomach and surge to the tip of his cock. Miroku cried out as his seed flooded into Inuyasha in copious amounts. The force of it caused him to fall over onto the half-demon's back; it was undoubtedly the greatest orgasm he ever experienced. Finally catching his breath, Miroku pulled out of his friend and gently let the inu lie down on the ground.

After getting dressed, the monk returned to Inuyasha and pulled the scroll off of his forehead. He knew that he had hurt the hanyou in more ways then one, and held the shuddering form to his chest. He really was sorry for causing his friend pain, but the pleasure that he received was all he thought it would be, and more. He would definitely have to do this again.


A/N::: Wow... how come every time I write about Miroku, he ends up pretty much raping people? Lame! Anyways... this story will become something like a multi-chapter story of one-shots. I have no plans for the next chapter yet, so here's where you come in- leave a review and let me know who Miroku should... 'have fun with' next. Whoever gets the most votes will be Miroku's new... 'friend?' XD