Title: Three
Title: Three
Pairing: Inuyasha/Miroku
Warnings: unbeta’d, mano-a-mano sex, boring stuff
Rating: light x
Summary: Inuyasha wants to have a very feudal friendship with Miroku.
WordCount: 1997
a/n: Been writing this during my lunch break this week. It's not rubbing me right way. But anyway. It's in threes. I like threes. xpostidd@
inumir
++
The first time I thought it was incidental. I had dropped my staff in battle and thought it was lost. Then I found it sitting upright against a tree. Inuyasha stood next to it, and nodded. I nodded back and took it. There was nothing to it; he was simply retrieving a necessary item.
The second time was notable. I was meditating, my usual practice, when something I felt something fall on to my lap. I opened one eye. It was a bundle. Inuyasha was already walking away- I watched his back as he went down the winding trail. At the end he looked back and nodded. I nodded back and opened it. It was a lunch from Kagome: very tasty and in a large quantity. This was unusual. He was keen to devour her meals.
The third time was astounding. We were in town and he had left the group. This was strange enough. When he came back his hair was a hand span shorter. There is a premium for demon hair, because so many villagers believe it has magical properties. We were shocked and we could not stop asking why he had done it. He shrugged and pulled a package out of his sleeve. A package he gave to me. New brushes and a new pot of ink for my cards.
“I know you needed them.” He nodded. “Go ahead. Tak’em. I ain’t got all day to stand around while you gawk.”
So I nodded back. “Thank you, Inuyasha.”
The others were silent as I took them from his hand.
These incidents, they all point to something different in his behavior. Before he could not stand me; and now he goes out of his way to do thoughtful things for me. Strange, this is not the Inuyasha I know.
I pondered this for an entire moon phase. I would watch him, study his movements and try to see if he was perhaps under the influence of another party, maybe injured. There had to be a reason. And when I would watch him, every once in a while he would stop and look back at me. Whether it was practicing his katas, sitting up in a tree watching the horizon, eating, talking- no matter. He would stop, and he would smile. Not frown or leer or growl. No. He would smile.
It was as if he enjoyed my stare.
One day I was watching him. I did not pretend to do other things. There is no reason for such evasion. I was sitting, watching, wondering what was going on. He would bring Tetsuseiga over his head, breath, then bring it down a quarter. Just as the blade hid his lower face, just as he could peek over the edge, he caught my eye.
Then he cocked one eyebrow. “Hey there.”
I just waved. It was a conservative gesture.
“Miroku, you like watching me don’t you?”
I shrugged. It was true, I suppose. He was interesting to watch.
“You wanna spar?”
As a matter of fact… I stood up and whirled my staff. “Why not?” I walked a few paces, bent my back leg and crooked my finger.
He chuckled, licked his finger and rubbed it against Tetsuseiga. “You know I like you, don’t you?”
Oh.
That was when he charged me. He was all feet when he came down. I knew he would do this so I flipped. The world was red and green until I stopped. And there was laughter, everywhere. His laughter. “Shit, Miroku. That was the first move you ever showed me.”
“Is that right?” Come to think of it, it was. “I can still remember how badly you wanted to kill me.”
“That’s right.” He charged me on the ground, holding his sword up, but I knew he was going to swing it from his right side.
So I squatted and kicked. He caught my foot. “Glad you don’t want to kill me, anymore.” I smiled just as he pulled me back and forced me to the ground. I should have, could have, jumped up but the sight of him standing over me was blinding. He was so… so…
“Why aren’t you gonna get up?”
“Inuyasha?” I tried to catch my breath but it was so hard. “Why the sudden change of heart?”
He laughed. “Wow. I thought a smart guy like you would be able to figure it out.” He dropped to one knee. It seemed very strange. He began to play with the sleeve of my robe, just rubbing it between his fingers. “I never had a friend before. You know? I kind of think we’re friends. I…” He looked away and smiled. “Now I care about Kagome, don’t get me wrong, okay? And I know you have feelings for Sango. I can see that. But I figure there are certain things only guys can understand about each other.”
Oh. When he looked down at me I knew. I just knew. I tried to say something but he put a finger over my lips.
“Let’s be friends.” He blocked out the sun when be bent his head. His kiss was so quick, but so hard.
++
I should have known from the start this was what he wanted to say. I was a very lonely child after my father’s death. I had no male friends, and I did not live in a crowded monestary where this was the norm. In fact it was usually just Mushin and myself, and he preferred the bottle. I was taken to Hachi but he had no appeal to me. Women, on the other hand, were easily had. I was no stranger to their charms and preferred their company. To many men this marked me as effeminate and I did not care.
It was not that I was averse to Inuyasha’s ideas. I simply never thought of him in those terms before. But when he said those things to me I… I could not stop those new thoughts from coming to mind. A door was flung wide open and I was considering a world of new possibilities: Friendship. Close friendship with a man.
I still kept watching him, too. It was a habit, and it had grown into a reciprocal one. He was given to stopping and looking back at me quite often. These were long, long stares. Long enough to cause the others to pause and take note.
I suppose we were courting each other?
He began to give me things on a daily basis. Mostly fish or small game he caught with his bare hands. They were all laid at my feet, with a smirk and a wink.
“And that’s for him.” Inuyasha would point. “None of you gets to eat that til he’s done with it.”
++
“So, Miroku?”
I was writing my ofuda, enjoying the flow of my new ink and the point of my new brush. “So Inuyasha?” I smiled as he sat in front of the Eucalyptus tree.
“You think maybe you like me back? Just a little?”
I shook my head and laughed. There was some care to be taken when I wiped the brush and corked the ink. Deliberation when I blew on the card. I watched him watching me. His lips made the same shape as mine when I blew. “It’s hard not to like someone who does so many thoughtful things.”
“Not sure that’s so good.” He frowned.
Ah, he was so sensitive, our Inuyasha. I put the card to the side with the set. “What do you want?” When he moved toward me I put my hand up to stop him. “No. What else do you want? More fish?” He takes my hand.
So unlike Inuyasha. His fingers interlocked with mine. I could not stop staring at the way his claws rubbed against the silk. “So…” It was easy to believe this was something deeper. I looked up into his eyes and he was already looming so close, coming in for the kill.
Oh. He was closer, much closer than I thought.
“Miroku, I’ll hunt down everything within running distance if you say the word.”
“All for a little companionship-“
He caught the word with his mouth and fed it back to me- all teeth and tongue. I was pushed to the ground. “Yes, damn you. I want that.” He forked his hand in my hair, unbound it as he pressed his mouth against mine again. His kiss was so hard, so ferocious.
But I was not quarry. No. I was his friend.
I could not breath. “But not that way.” I pushed him back. He turned his back, hid his face and swallowed. “Look at me.” I took his chin in my hand. “I meant like this.” I tilted my head and brushed my lips against his. Once. Twice. Once again. Then more. Over and over until he gasped and let me taste his mouth. I held him close and he pressed against me, whimpering and begging like a little puppy as I fed him with the kiss; stroking and licking until he pulled back up and stared into my eyes.
“What do you want to do?” He was breathing heavily, staring at my mouth.
“What do you like to do?” I rubbed his lip with my thumb.
He looked at the ground as if there was suddenly something so interesting on it.
I laughed. “What would one friend do for another?”
He turned red. Yes- Inuyasha can blush.
“Inuyasha, what were you thinking about when you started this? When you looked over your solder and caught me staring at you?” I smile when he blinks. “What do you think I was thinking about?”
“What?” He clears his throat.”
“What you liked like when you came.”
He tried to speak, tried to say something but that time I caught his words. He let me undress him, let me pull away all the layers. I stripped away the sarcasm, the anger, the pride. When I found what was left he was silent. All I could do was reach out and touch.
There was so much more to him than I ever knew.
The freckles on his chest and shoulders.
The hitch in his breath.
The scars. He had so many scars.
And the need.
One look back up into those eyes and I saw so much need.
“This is what you were thinking of.” I slipped out of my clothes and we pressed ourselves together.
“Yes.” He whimpers as I moved against him. Our cocks ground together and we rolled on the ground, finding each other. “Yes,” he kept saying. “Oh, fuck! Yes.”
++
“So, you guys are really close now?” Kagome looked confused. Almost worried. I could not blame her. After all there might be different customs in her time when it comes to manly companionship. I am not sure. She looked at Inuyasha’s hand on my shoulder quite a bit. She seemed concerned. I can not say I understood but I know we were not as we were.
We had spent the last week getting to know each other better- for lack of a better word. We were friends, confidants, the keepers of our body’s secrets. I turned to him and we smiled.
“It looks that way.” Sango answered for us. She was not upset, she knew what this was. She knows I love her, I always will, and that what I have with Inuyasha is in no way involved. What he and I have is different.
“I don’t get it,” Kagome said. “One minute you two can barely stand each other and the next you’re acting like boyfriends.”
“Boyfriends?” Inuyasha made a face. “Miroku, do you have any idea-?”
“None.” I shook my head before he could finish.
“I don’t get it.” Kagome threw her hands up and groaned. “Am I wrong?”
I point to a red and purple butterfly as we pass. “Amazing.” It flew circles around us: Three times.
Pairing: Inuyasha/Miroku
Warnings: unbeta’d, mano-a-mano sex, boring stuff
Rating: light x
Summary: Inuyasha wants to have a very feudal friendship with Miroku.
WordCount: 1997
a/n: Been writing this during my lunch break this week. It's not rubbing me right way. But anyway. It's in threes. I like threes. xpostidd@
inumir
++
The first time I thought it was incidental. I had dropped my staff in battle and thought it was lost. Then I found it sitting upright against a tree. Inuyasha stood next to it, and nodded. I nodded back and took it. There was nothing to it; he was simply retrieving a necessary item.
The second time was notable. I was meditating, my usual practice, when something I felt something fall on to my lap. I opened one eye. It was a bundle. Inuyasha was already walking away- I watched his back as he went down the winding trail. At the end he looked back and nodded. I nodded back and opened it. It was a lunch from Kagome: very tasty and in a large quantity. This was unusual. He was keen to devour her meals.
The third time was astounding. We were in town and he had left the group. This was strange enough. When he came back his hair was a hand span shorter. There is a premium for demon hair, because so many villagers believe it has magical properties. We were shocked and we could not stop asking why he had done it. He shrugged and pulled a package out of his sleeve. A package he gave to me. New brushes and a new pot of ink for my cards.
“I know you needed them.” He nodded. “Go ahead. Tak’em. I ain’t got all day to stand around while you gawk.”
So I nodded back. “Thank you, Inuyasha.”
The others were silent as I took them from his hand.
These incidents, they all point to something different in his behavior. Before he could not stand me; and now he goes out of his way to do thoughtful things for me. Strange, this is not the Inuyasha I know.
I pondered this for an entire moon phase. I would watch him, study his movements and try to see if he was perhaps under the influence of another party, maybe injured. There had to be a reason. And when I would watch him, every once in a while he would stop and look back at me. Whether it was practicing his katas, sitting up in a tree watching the horizon, eating, talking- no matter. He would stop, and he would smile. Not frown or leer or growl. No. He would smile.
It was as if he enjoyed my stare.
One day I was watching him. I did not pretend to do other things. There is no reason for such evasion. I was sitting, watching, wondering what was going on. He would bring Tetsuseiga over his head, breath, then bring it down a quarter. Just as the blade hid his lower face, just as he could peek over the edge, he caught my eye.
Then he cocked one eyebrow. “Hey there.”
I just waved. It was a conservative gesture.
“Miroku, you like watching me don’t you?”
I shrugged. It was true, I suppose. He was interesting to watch.
“You wanna spar?”
As a matter of fact… I stood up and whirled my staff. “Why not?” I walked a few paces, bent my back leg and crooked my finger.
He chuckled, licked his finger and rubbed it against Tetsuseiga. “You know I like you, don’t you?”
Oh.
That was when he charged me. He was all feet when he came down. I knew he would do this so I flipped. The world was red and green until I stopped. And there was laughter, everywhere. His laughter. “Shit, Miroku. That was the first move you ever showed me.”
“Is that right?” Come to think of it, it was. “I can still remember how badly you wanted to kill me.”
“That’s right.” He charged me on the ground, holding his sword up, but I knew he was going to swing it from his right side.
So I squatted and kicked. He caught my foot. “Glad you don’t want to kill me, anymore.” I smiled just as he pulled me back and forced me to the ground. I should have, could have, jumped up but the sight of him standing over me was blinding. He was so… so…
“Why aren’t you gonna get up?”
“Inuyasha?” I tried to catch my breath but it was so hard. “Why the sudden change of heart?”
He laughed. “Wow. I thought a smart guy like you would be able to figure it out.” He dropped to one knee. It seemed very strange. He began to play with the sleeve of my robe, just rubbing it between his fingers. “I never had a friend before. You know? I kind of think we’re friends. I…” He looked away and smiled. “Now I care about Kagome, don’t get me wrong, okay? And I know you have feelings for Sango. I can see that. But I figure there are certain things only guys can understand about each other.”
Oh. When he looked down at me I knew. I just knew. I tried to say something but he put a finger over my lips.
“Let’s be friends.” He blocked out the sun when be bent his head. His kiss was so quick, but so hard.
++
I should have known from the start this was what he wanted to say. I was a very lonely child after my father’s death. I had no male friends, and I did not live in a crowded monestary where this was the norm. In fact it was usually just Mushin and myself, and he preferred the bottle. I was taken to Hachi but he had no appeal to me. Women, on the other hand, were easily had. I was no stranger to their charms and preferred their company. To many men this marked me as effeminate and I did not care.
It was not that I was averse to Inuyasha’s ideas. I simply never thought of him in those terms before. But when he said those things to me I… I could not stop those new thoughts from coming to mind. A door was flung wide open and I was considering a world of new possibilities: Friendship. Close friendship with a man.
I still kept watching him, too. It was a habit, and it had grown into a reciprocal one. He was given to stopping and looking back at me quite often. These were long, long stares. Long enough to cause the others to pause and take note.
I suppose we were courting each other?
He began to give me things on a daily basis. Mostly fish or small game he caught with his bare hands. They were all laid at my feet, with a smirk and a wink.
“And that’s for him.” Inuyasha would point. “None of you gets to eat that til he’s done with it.”
++
“So, Miroku?”
I was writing my ofuda, enjoying the flow of my new ink and the point of my new brush. “So Inuyasha?” I smiled as he sat in front of the Eucalyptus tree.
“You think maybe you like me back? Just a little?”
I shook my head and laughed. There was some care to be taken when I wiped the brush and corked the ink. Deliberation when I blew on the card. I watched him watching me. His lips made the same shape as mine when I blew. “It’s hard not to like someone who does so many thoughtful things.”
“Not sure that’s so good.” He frowned.
Ah, he was so sensitive, our Inuyasha. I put the card to the side with the set. “What do you want?” When he moved toward me I put my hand up to stop him. “No. What else do you want? More fish?” He takes my hand.
So unlike Inuyasha. His fingers interlocked with mine. I could not stop staring at the way his claws rubbed against the silk. “So…” It was easy to believe this was something deeper. I looked up into his eyes and he was already looming so close, coming in for the kill.
Oh. He was closer, much closer than I thought.
“Miroku, I’ll hunt down everything within running distance if you say the word.”
“All for a little companionship-“
He caught the word with his mouth and fed it back to me- all teeth and tongue. I was pushed to the ground. “Yes, damn you. I want that.” He forked his hand in my hair, unbound it as he pressed his mouth against mine again. His kiss was so hard, so ferocious.
But I was not quarry. No. I was his friend.
I could not breath. “But not that way.” I pushed him back. He turned his back, hid his face and swallowed. “Look at me.” I took his chin in my hand. “I meant like this.” I tilted my head and brushed my lips against his. Once. Twice. Once again. Then more. Over and over until he gasped and let me taste his mouth. I held him close and he pressed against me, whimpering and begging like a little puppy as I fed him with the kiss; stroking and licking until he pulled back up and stared into my eyes.
“What do you want to do?” He was breathing heavily, staring at my mouth.
“What do you like to do?” I rubbed his lip with my thumb.
He looked at the ground as if there was suddenly something so interesting on it.
I laughed. “What would one friend do for another?”
He turned red. Yes- Inuyasha can blush.
“Inuyasha, what were you thinking about when you started this? When you looked over your solder and caught me staring at you?” I smile when he blinks. “What do you think I was thinking about?”
“What?” He clears his throat.”
“What you liked like when you came.”
He tried to speak, tried to say something but that time I caught his words. He let me undress him, let me pull away all the layers. I stripped away the sarcasm, the anger, the pride. When I found what was left he was silent. All I could do was reach out and touch.
There was so much more to him than I ever knew.
The freckles on his chest and shoulders.
The hitch in his breath.
The scars. He had so many scars.
And the need.
One look back up into those eyes and I saw so much need.
“This is what you were thinking of.” I slipped out of my clothes and we pressed ourselves together.
“Yes.” He whimpers as I moved against him. Our cocks ground together and we rolled on the ground, finding each other. “Yes,” he kept saying. “Oh, fuck! Yes.”
++
“So, you guys are really close now?” Kagome looked confused. Almost worried. I could not blame her. After all there might be different customs in her time when it comes to manly companionship. I am not sure. She looked at Inuyasha’s hand on my shoulder quite a bit. She seemed concerned. I can not say I understood but I know we were not as we were.
We had spent the last week getting to know each other better- for lack of a better word. We were friends, confidants, the keepers of our body’s secrets. I turned to him and we smiled.
“It looks that way.” Sango answered for us. She was not upset, she knew what this was. She knows I love her, I always will, and that what I have with Inuyasha is in no way involved. What he and I have is different.
“I don’t get it,” Kagome said. “One minute you two can barely stand each other and the next you’re acting like boyfriends.”
“Boyfriends?” Inuyasha made a face. “Miroku, do you have any idea-?”
“None.” I shook my head before he could finish.
“I don’t get it.” Kagome threw her hands up and groaned. “Am I wrong?”
I point to a red and purple butterfly as we pass. “Amazing.” It flew circles around us: Three times.