Prov 28 -- Race
Author: OrangeFuu
Title: Prize
Characters: Inuyasha and Miroku
Word Count: 297
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Inuyasha and Miroku have a competition. Who will win?
Fap fap fap. He grit his teeth. 'He's not gonna beat me.'
Fap fap fap. He glanced at the hanyou next to him and shook his head. 'I'm going to win, and the prize is gonna be sweet.'
"T-there's no way you're gon-gonna win," Inuyasha panted, his eyes lulling to the back of his head. "J-just give uuupp..."
Miroku shook his head again. He shut his eyes tight and his motions increased. "A little longer...!"
"No!" Inuyasha growled, squeezing his hand tighter around himself. "Almost there!"
"I'm closer!" Miroku gasped, his wrist cramping as his furiously worked to push himself over the edge. The pain was intensifying, as was his prize when he won.
Inuyasha cursed aloud as he came in second place, the leaves below his feet being splashed by the forthcoming fluid that flowed from his body. He nearly dropped to his knees from the force of it, and scowled at the monk who was gasping next to him. "Fucker," he said.
Miroku laughed between inhales of air. "I told you... you weren't going to win. I'm a master at this; just because Sango won't let me touch her doesn't mean I don't think about her."
Covering up, Inuyasha found a dry spot a distance away and collapsed onto the grass. He heard Miroku fall next to him. "I can't believe I let you talk me into that anyway. Who makes whacking off a speed competition?"
"Since it only takes a minute and I get to think about Sango while doing it."
Inuyasha frowned. "I want a rematch. I'm not going to lose again."
Miroku looked at the demon and grinned. "Fine." In a lowered voice he added, "but can you come in my mouth next time?"
Inuyasha's ears perked up. "What was that?"
"Nothing!"
Title: Prize
Characters: Inuyasha and Miroku
Word Count: 297
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Inuyasha and Miroku have a competition. Who will win?
Fap fap fap. He grit his teeth. 'He's not gonna beat me.'
Fap fap fap. He glanced at the hanyou next to him and shook his head. 'I'm going to win, and the prize is gonna be sweet.'
"T-there's no way you're gon-gonna win," Inuyasha panted, his eyes lulling to the back of his head. "J-just give uuupp..."
Miroku shook his head again. He shut his eyes tight and his motions increased. "A little longer...!"
"No!" Inuyasha growled, squeezing his hand tighter around himself. "Almost there!"
"I'm closer!" Miroku gasped, his wrist cramping as his furiously worked to push himself over the edge. The pain was intensifying, as was his prize when he won.
Inuyasha cursed aloud as he came in second place, the leaves below his feet being splashed by the forthcoming fluid that flowed from his body. He nearly dropped to his knees from the force of it, and scowled at the monk who was gasping next to him. "Fucker," he said.
Miroku laughed between inhales of air. "I told you... you weren't going to win. I'm a master at this; just because Sango won't let me touch her doesn't mean I don't think about her."
Covering up, Inuyasha found a dry spot a distance away and collapsed onto the grass. He heard Miroku fall next to him. "I can't believe I let you talk me into that anyway. Who makes whacking off a speed competition?"
"Since it only takes a minute and I get to think about Sango while doing it."
Inuyasha frowned. "I want a rematch. I'm not going to lose again."
Miroku looked at the demon and grinned. "Fine." In a lowered voice he added, "but can you come in my mouth next time?"
Inuyasha's ears perked up. "What was that?"
"Nothing!"