Fanfic: Questions
Title: Questions
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Miroku/Inuyasha
GiftFic: Written on special Request
Word Count: 1539 words
Chapters: oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Yaoi, explicit sex
Story Description: Miroku tries to relieve the evidence of his... *ahem*... 'feelings' only to find himself fact-to-face with the very source of his... *ahem*... 'consternation'...
Questions
By Sarga
Miroku fisted his throbbing length in an effort to rid himself of the evidence that would condemn him in the eyes of his travelling companions.
Sango would go red-faced and indignant, assured that he was just too much of a hentai to be permitted to continue breathing.
Kagome would be offended and self-righteous, probably overreacting and taking it out on the innocent half-demon.
Inuyasha... he would probably ignore it altogether.
“Great...” Miroku mumbled, the feeling of his excitement waning at the thoughts of both women and Inuyasha's blatant rejection. “At least that won't be a problem, any more.”
Miroku shifted his robes around to cover himself again, a scowl on his face as he whirled around...
and slammed right into Inuyasha's chest.
“Inuyasha! I didn't realize you were...”
“Can it!” Inuyasha cut the monk off with clipped words. “The girls sent me to find you. I found you so let's get the fuck out of here.”
Inuyasha had witnessed Miroku's... oh! But now the half-demon was surly, obviously annoyed at him for having indulged in self-pleasure, however briefly. The half-demon had yet again asserted his disinterest.
Miroku sighed in dismay before brushing past the half-demon, his disappointment radiating off of him in waves. A clawed hand gripped his arm a little too tightly, causing the monk to whip back toward the source of his secret, one-sided love.
“What?” Miroku asked softly, his tender admiration of the half-demon impossible to hold in check while he was so emotional. Given time he might be able to better mask his love, his devotion, but now - when he was on a fine edge between grief over his lonely state and loathing the females who drew out his lust when they moved in such a way as to look like his secret beloved - he was only able to whisper, his need, his very heart raw and exposed.
Inuyasha stood with his hand on Miroku's arm, his brow furrowed in confusion, his words forgotten as he stared hard into the eyes of his best friend - his only male friend - and saw something familiar in their depths.
The monk's scent had been bitter in Inuyasha's nose. Miroku had seemed disappointed, forlorn, as if the human had wanted something from him, yet Inuyasha was still uncertain of what lines were drawn between friends. Should he do what his instincts were telling him to do and sweep the sorrowful human in his arms? Should he press his lips against the only man he trusted in hopes it would relieve the anxiety... for both of them? He had never seen Miroku behave that way toward other males, yet, Inuyasha knew the monk was just as lonely as himself...
Inuyasha pulled the monk forward, wrapping his arms around Miroku's back and settling him in a slightly awkward hug. The human's head, normally a couple of inches higher than his own, was tucked under Inuyasha's chin with a cheek pressed firmly into the half-demon's chest. Inuyasha's heart hammered as he waited for a sign - any sign - that he was doing the right thing.
The feel of Miroku's arms wrapping around his back convinced Inuyasha that he had done the right thing, that he had responded as any friend would respond. Miroku's contented sigh stirred something from within and Inuyasha pulled the human tighter to his body. A sudden electric fission broke the half-demon's inner peace, the feeling of Miroku's body slipping tighter to his. His manhood pressed tighter against Miroku's, both steely appendages rubbing together through layers of cloth. Miroku's lips on his neck broke Inuyasha's control over the urges he held in constant check.
With rough, harsh motions, Inuyasha pushed the human's back against the nearest tree and crashed his lips over his friend's. His hands sought purchase on bare flesh and - of their own accord - rid the human of his clothing.
He knew something was different, that what he was doing was crossing a line, but he didn't know where that crossing point was, dammit! With Miroku pressing urgently against his own shaking body, the human hands divesting him of his clothing, Inuyasha's foggy mind was having trouble focusing. Should he taste the man? Would that cross the line of friendship between humans? Was that normal?
Inuyasha's tongue slipped forward without conscious thought, the human opening himself willingly to the half-demon.
Miroku was in heaven! At long last, his love was being returned and he urgently sought release for his renewed excitement. He knew Inuyasha was inexperienced, so he didn't know if the half-demon would be more interested in giving or receiving, but he did know that he would take whatever his friend, his beloved, would offer.
Sliding his hand between their now-bare bodies, Miroku revelled in the sound of Inuyasha sharp gasp and frantic response. Holding Inuyasha's thrusting length, Miroku delved in to the slack-jawed cavern of his lover, his tongue ghosting over deadly fangs and perfect tongue.
Miroku was shocked breathless at the feeling of clawed hands returning the favour, both men stroking urgently toward their unified goal. The monk could feel his beloved nearing his peak quickly, the inexperienced male too overwhelmed by these new sensations to be able to last much longer.
Pulling his throbbing hardness out of the half-demon's grasp, Miroku dropped to his knees to finish his lover off properly. Stroking the head of Inuyasha's impressive length with his tongue, Miroku moaned in delight at the flavour. Moving his hand lower to fondle Inuyasha's sac, Miroku was barely able to suppress a grin at the sound of Inuyasha's claws tearing through the bark of the tree behind him. Engulfing the half-demon's sex into his mouth, Miroku was rewarded with a startled cry above and the feeling of Inuyasha's seed jetting itself into the back of his throat.
Not to be left incomplete, Miroku fisted himself, his weeping erection so close to completion that it only took a few short strokes - in time with his bobbing head as he sucked the last of Inuyasha's juices - before he spilled his own pleasure on the ground below.
Inuyasha sat down hard on the ground, his bare ass resting on the detritus of the forest floor.
“I... I'm sorry...” Inuyasha whispered, shamed at himself over what he knew had been crossing a line. Had he really just taken advantage of his only friend? Had he done the only thing he was sure would be beyond the scope of mere friendship - no matter how desirable it had been, no matter that he only now realized he had wanted to cross that line - had he broken the trust of the only man, the only person, he felt so strongly about?
“Sorry?” Miroku was worried about such an unusual declaration after what should have been mutual gratification. Did the half-demon regret? Did Inuyasha merely relieve an itch he had for the human woman who wouldn't reciprocate? Had Miroku been so desperate to see what he longed for that he was about to be crushed for his inattention?
“I've never... I know I shouldn't've done that... but you didn't tell me to stop, and I've never had a friend before...”
Miroku's heart seized in his chest. Inuyasha was near tears - the half-demon who never admitted defeat, who blasted through bone and flesh like they were water - he was near tears and it tore through Miroku's heart.
“Please don't leave!” Inuyasha begged, his golden eyes watery and pleading. “I know I shouldn't do stuff like that, stuff that's for mates - but it felt so right! Why didn't you tell me to stop? I can't lose you because I was too dumb to stop!” Inuyasha was getting angry at himself now.
And realization was dawning on the human.
Wordlessly, Miroku crawled forward and wrapped his arms around the half-demon, just like had been done to him just moments before. Inuyasha was doubting that he reciprocated. The monk had to set his lover, his friend straight.
“Shh,” Miroku comforted. “I could never leave you.” Miroku's whispering voice was trembling. “I love you too damn much.”
Inuyasha froze in Miroku's arms, his heart pounding at the realization of the monk's confession. He had crossed the line with his friend, but his friend had wanted that line to be crossed.
“Are we...” Inuyasha calmed a little at the realization that not only did Miroku not mind but he wanted this change. “Are we mates, then?” Inuyasha's voice was husky, his flushed body reacting to the implication that they could be more than just friends.
Miroku's own heart quickened at the lusty tone in Inuyasha's voice as he spoke the word 'mates'.
“Not yet,” Miroku whispered excitedly. “You have to do something special for that.” Searching Inuyasha's wondering eyes, Miroku elaborated. “You have to enter me and then mark me with your fangs as you reach the peak of your pleasure. If I were a demon, I'd have to do the same, but because I'm human, that's all we need to do.”
“Would you...” Inuyasha's cheeks flamed red as he gave voice to his desires. “Would you want to, you know, enter me?”
Miroku smirked, nodding as he leaned forward.
“Kami, would I ever!”
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Miroku/Inuyasha
GiftFic: Written on special Request
Word Count: 1539 words
Chapters: oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Yaoi, explicit sex
Story Description: Miroku tries to relieve the evidence of his... *ahem*... 'feelings' only to find himself fact-to-face with the very source of his... *ahem*... 'consternation'...
Questions
By Sarga
Miroku fisted his throbbing length in an effort to rid himself of the evidence that would condemn him in the eyes of his travelling companions.
Sango would go red-faced and indignant, assured that he was just too much of a hentai to be permitted to continue breathing.
Kagome would be offended and self-righteous, probably overreacting and taking it out on the innocent half-demon.
Inuyasha... he would probably ignore it altogether.
“Great...” Miroku mumbled, the feeling of his excitement waning at the thoughts of both women and Inuyasha's blatant rejection. “At least that won't be a problem, any more.”
Miroku shifted his robes around to cover himself again, a scowl on his face as he whirled around...
and slammed right into Inuyasha's chest.
“Inuyasha! I didn't realize you were...”
“Can it!” Inuyasha cut the monk off with clipped words. “The girls sent me to find you. I found you so let's get the fuck out of here.”
Inuyasha had witnessed Miroku's... oh! But now the half-demon was surly, obviously annoyed at him for having indulged in self-pleasure, however briefly. The half-demon had yet again asserted his disinterest.
Miroku sighed in dismay before brushing past the half-demon, his disappointment radiating off of him in waves. A clawed hand gripped his arm a little too tightly, causing the monk to whip back toward the source of his secret, one-sided love.
“What?” Miroku asked softly, his tender admiration of the half-demon impossible to hold in check while he was so emotional. Given time he might be able to better mask his love, his devotion, but now - when he was on a fine edge between grief over his lonely state and loathing the females who drew out his lust when they moved in such a way as to look like his secret beloved - he was only able to whisper, his need, his very heart raw and exposed.
Inuyasha stood with his hand on Miroku's arm, his brow furrowed in confusion, his words forgotten as he stared hard into the eyes of his best friend - his only male friend - and saw something familiar in their depths.
The monk's scent had been bitter in Inuyasha's nose. Miroku had seemed disappointed, forlorn, as if the human had wanted something from him, yet Inuyasha was still uncertain of what lines were drawn between friends. Should he do what his instincts were telling him to do and sweep the sorrowful human in his arms? Should he press his lips against the only man he trusted in hopes it would relieve the anxiety... for both of them? He had never seen Miroku behave that way toward other males, yet, Inuyasha knew the monk was just as lonely as himself...
Inuyasha pulled the monk forward, wrapping his arms around Miroku's back and settling him in a slightly awkward hug. The human's head, normally a couple of inches higher than his own, was tucked under Inuyasha's chin with a cheek pressed firmly into the half-demon's chest. Inuyasha's heart hammered as he waited for a sign - any sign - that he was doing the right thing.
The feel of Miroku's arms wrapping around his back convinced Inuyasha that he had done the right thing, that he had responded as any friend would respond. Miroku's contented sigh stirred something from within and Inuyasha pulled the human tighter to his body. A sudden electric fission broke the half-demon's inner peace, the feeling of Miroku's body slipping tighter to his. His manhood pressed tighter against Miroku's, both steely appendages rubbing together through layers of cloth. Miroku's lips on his neck broke Inuyasha's control over the urges he held in constant check.
With rough, harsh motions, Inuyasha pushed the human's back against the nearest tree and crashed his lips over his friend's. His hands sought purchase on bare flesh and - of their own accord - rid the human of his clothing.
He knew something was different, that what he was doing was crossing a line, but he didn't know where that crossing point was, dammit! With Miroku pressing urgently against his own shaking body, the human hands divesting him of his clothing, Inuyasha's foggy mind was having trouble focusing. Should he taste the man? Would that cross the line of friendship between humans? Was that normal?
Inuyasha's tongue slipped forward without conscious thought, the human opening himself willingly to the half-demon.
Miroku was in heaven! At long last, his love was being returned and he urgently sought release for his renewed excitement. He knew Inuyasha was inexperienced, so he didn't know if the half-demon would be more interested in giving or receiving, but he did know that he would take whatever his friend, his beloved, would offer.
Sliding his hand between their now-bare bodies, Miroku revelled in the sound of Inuyasha sharp gasp and frantic response. Holding Inuyasha's thrusting length, Miroku delved in to the slack-jawed cavern of his lover, his tongue ghosting over deadly fangs and perfect tongue.
Miroku was shocked breathless at the feeling of clawed hands returning the favour, both men stroking urgently toward their unified goal. The monk could feel his beloved nearing his peak quickly, the inexperienced male too overwhelmed by these new sensations to be able to last much longer.
Pulling his throbbing hardness out of the half-demon's grasp, Miroku dropped to his knees to finish his lover off properly. Stroking the head of Inuyasha's impressive length with his tongue, Miroku moaned in delight at the flavour. Moving his hand lower to fondle Inuyasha's sac, Miroku was barely able to suppress a grin at the sound of Inuyasha's claws tearing through the bark of the tree behind him. Engulfing the half-demon's sex into his mouth, Miroku was rewarded with a startled cry above and the feeling of Inuyasha's seed jetting itself into the back of his throat.
Not to be left incomplete, Miroku fisted himself, his weeping erection so close to completion that it only took a few short strokes - in time with his bobbing head as he sucked the last of Inuyasha's juices - before he spilled his own pleasure on the ground below.
Inuyasha sat down hard on the ground, his bare ass resting on the detritus of the forest floor.
“I... I'm sorry...” Inuyasha whispered, shamed at himself over what he knew had been crossing a line. Had he really just taken advantage of his only friend? Had he done the only thing he was sure would be beyond the scope of mere friendship - no matter how desirable it had been, no matter that he only now realized he had wanted to cross that line - had he broken the trust of the only man, the only person, he felt so strongly about?
“Sorry?” Miroku was worried about such an unusual declaration after what should have been mutual gratification. Did the half-demon regret? Did Inuyasha merely relieve an itch he had for the human woman who wouldn't reciprocate? Had Miroku been so desperate to see what he longed for that he was about to be crushed for his inattention?
“I've never... I know I shouldn't've done that... but you didn't tell me to stop, and I've never had a friend before...”
Miroku's heart seized in his chest. Inuyasha was near tears - the half-demon who never admitted defeat, who blasted through bone and flesh like they were water - he was near tears and it tore through Miroku's heart.
“Please don't leave!” Inuyasha begged, his golden eyes watery and pleading. “I know I shouldn't do stuff like that, stuff that's for mates - but it felt so right! Why didn't you tell me to stop? I can't lose you because I was too dumb to stop!” Inuyasha was getting angry at himself now.
And realization was dawning on the human.
Wordlessly, Miroku crawled forward and wrapped his arms around the half-demon, just like had been done to him just moments before. Inuyasha was doubting that he reciprocated. The monk had to set his lover, his friend straight.
“Shh,” Miroku comforted. “I could never leave you.” Miroku's whispering voice was trembling. “I love you too damn much.”
Inuyasha froze in Miroku's arms, his heart pounding at the realization of the monk's confession. He had crossed the line with his friend, but his friend had wanted that line to be crossed.
“Are we...” Inuyasha calmed a little at the realization that not only did Miroku not mind but he wanted this change. “Are we mates, then?” Inuyasha's voice was husky, his flushed body reacting to the implication that they could be more than just friends.
Miroku's own heart quickened at the lusty tone in Inuyasha's voice as he spoke the word 'mates'.
“Not yet,” Miroku whispered excitedly. “You have to do something special for that.” Searching Inuyasha's wondering eyes, Miroku elaborated. “You have to enter me and then mark me with your fangs as you reach the peak of your pleasure. If I were a demon, I'd have to do the same, but because I'm human, that's all we need to do.”
“Would you...” Inuyasha's cheeks flamed red as he gave voice to his desires. “Would you want to, you know, enter me?”
Miroku smirked, nodding as he leaned forward.
“Kami, would I ever!”