Consequences : Chapter Six
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sarastePairing : Inuyasha/Miroku
Warnings : Smut! Lots of hot man on man smut! Run for your lives!!!
Rating : NC-17 (Buttshmex, baby!)
Summary : A preggy hanyo is a horny hanyo. PWP smut.
Dislaimer : I don't own them. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi sama *worships her*... If I did, however, the boys would all be frolicking around naked and Inuyasha would be having Miroku's lovechild. And Naraku would already be dead.
Notes : Thanks to both of my lovely betas, Serenity and Shinimegamisan!
Chapter Six : Vigour
The monk panted as he stood behind the hut, his back pressed against the hard wood. Well, actually he was crouching low. Sango walked past the monk but before she could ask anything, he had grabbed her down and silenced her with a frantic wave of his hand. She took in the expression on his face which was one of badly guised terror.
”Miroku, what are you doing?”
”Shhh!! He didn't see you, did he?”
”Who?”
”Inuyasha.”
Miroku cringed. Inuyasha's health had slowly returned as the fourth month of his pregnancy started. He had become almost overly energetic. He was almost bouncing off the walls and he had also become very needy. Well, insatiable was more to the point. To an extent that Miroku's body couldn't take it anymore or so he had claimed just moments ago, fleeing from his lover's embrace.
Miroku was truly exhausted, his hard-built reputation as a pervert in danger. Inuyasha had become obsessed with sex. He would ambush the monk behind bushes, or wake the other in the middle of the night to have sex even going as far as grabbing his hand at inopportune moments and bringing it down to his crotch.
Sometimes the hanyou even dragged Miroku from his food in the middle of supper. The monk wondered how much more he could take. But Inuyasha was indeed insatiable. It was everywhere, anytime. The pair had been given an empty hut from the outskirts of the village, to give them some privacy and the hanyou used that time to its full extent, barely leaving their bed and he demanded the same from his lover. Miroku had just barely fled from his overzealous lover's hands.
Beside him Sango observed him with a curious and bemused expression on her face. If one would have asked her, Miroku was getting what he deserved now. It was due payback from his lecherous ways.
“Why won't you just give into him?” Sango asked, mirth in her voice. “Just give him what he wants... Take care of him.”
Miroku turned to her, a panicked expression on his face. He had the courtesy to blush, her inadvertent innuendo not so inadvertent. It was true that he feared of crushing Inuyasha under him now, he wasn't yet shoving that much but his stomach still shoved the little round bump. Now that he had gotten some meat on his bones, it wasn't so highlighted but it was still there. Every chance he got, Miroku stroked that little bump, loving the small life inside more than what he'd ever loved anything. More even that he loved Inuyasha, well it was a different kind of love but the child was the symbol of their love for each other. Their child.
As he'd been thinking over their child, a raven haired figure had slid close to them and now it grabbed Miroku's hand, catching him by surprise. The monk yelped, while the demon exterminator giggled shamelessly behind her hand.
“Mmm.. Here you are darling...” Inuyasha was practically purring against Miroku's chest where he'd laid down his head. His hands were otherwise occupied, rubbing circles on the small of his lover's back then dipping downwards to cup and squeeze his butt. Miroku squeaked. But still, his hands, as if of their own volition, settled down from where they had wound around his lover, down to grope the most perfect bottom he had ever touched in his life. Maybe it was the action itself, done first by Inuyasha that woke that reaction and resulted in him doing the same.
He sighed deeply; the hanyou would be the death of him.
* * * *
A soft grunt escaped Miroku as a finger thrust into him. Inuyasha, who had in the end gotten him pinned down to the bed in their hut, was stretching him open. His lover's hands were skilled, teasing and prodding him, hovering close to giving him completion but denying it by pulling away. A second finger was added inside of him, making his eyes go wide. Two fingers disappeared into Miroku, knuckle deep, and playfully inched closer to that spongy spot inside of him. Miroku screamed at the first stroke. It was always a surprise and a delight, to be so expertly turned into a blabbering mass of want. Inuyasha smirked against his collarbone, tongue licking the skin there.
Wrenching unintelligible grunts and moans from his lover was a skill that Inuyasha had honed during the time they'd been together. But teasing his lover like this for long proved to be quite difficult for him in his needy set of mind, his body ached to ram inside that delicious ass. Who knew the monk would pass his admiration towards finely shaped backsides onto his lover? But he had.
Speeding the movements of his fingers he scissored them, stretching his lover. He added a third finger, coated in the weird herbal stuff the two previous one's had also been slicked with. His other hand roamed over Miroku's chest, tweaking a nipple when he found one. Miroku panted harshly as the three fingers stretched him, wanting to be filled with something bigger.
“Nnn...Inu...Need you…”
“Shh...darling...”
And then he was filled. The monk gasped and tensed at the hard cock filling him, burning slightly, but he would not have wanted it otherwise. Their sex had been urgent, quick and hard these past weeks. Miroku met Inuyasha's downward thrusts with bucking up to meet him, angling himself to have that sweet spot brushed every time Inuyasha was seated inside him to the hilt.
He moaned, mixing his voice with Inuyasha's harsh panting and grunts. They were both close, Miroku just barely able to keep his release at bay, wanting them to finish together. So he squeezed his internal muscles, making Inuyasha's rhythm haphazard for a moment. But it did no good as the monk soon gave out a hoarse cry, coating the hanyo's stomach with his sticky cum. Drawing shallow, irregular breaths, coming down from the height he'd been thrust down from, Miroku reached for the jar of herbal ointment to cover his left hand with it.
His hand snaking behind Inuyasha to briefly caress his scrumptious butt he felt Inuyasha halt for a second, sighing in pleasure, his escalating climax making him shiver. Delving a lubricated finger inside, Miroku grinned wickedly. Inuyasha moaned as if in pain. His thrusts picked up speed, waking his lover's spent cock to swell as it was smacked against their stomachs between them. Miroku eased the finger inside, adding the second right in its wake eliciting a groan and a hiss. Inuyasha was gripping his shoulders, knuckles white.
Inuyasha rammed him painfully against the floor as his fingers found their target. They had slid from the bed by the force of the hanyo's thrust. Soon Inuyasha came inside of him. Slumping against Miroku, Inuyasha left him in a predicament.
The monk's cock throbbed painfully between them, demanding attention.
Miroku kept his fingers inside of his lover, continuing to stroke and stretch, trying to bring his lover out of his hazed post-orgasmic stupor.
Inuyasha observed him behind the veil of his bangs, eyes half-open and still clouded by lust. His gaze was inquisitive. Miroku just smirked back and scissored his fingers that were still embedded in his lover a second time.
“Ohh…That…Miro..”
And Miroku complied. Inuyasha shifted inside his lover as his cock began to swell again. Miroku's fingers in him…they were something indescribably good. They kept stroking his sweet spot repeatedly.
“Lift up...” Miroku ordered huskily, snaking a hand just below Inuyasha's balls as the hanyou raised himself upwards a little on shaky hands. Inuyasha repositioned his arms to brace himself against the floor instead of his lover’s shoulders. He was now only halfway inside his lover, his cock not yet fully hard.
Miroku's left hand continued to fuck Inuyasha's opening as his right hand slid along the ridge of skin below Inuyasha's sacs. Inuyasha bucked to the double ministrations. His face scrunched up, he was almost weeping from the almost painful sensation. Stars shot up behind his now closed lids, making them flutter as his eyes almost rolled over behind them. He sagged a bit, pinning Miroku's hand somewhat painfully down.
Miroku felt Inuyasha harden and fill him again, his own cock still screaming for release, making him uncomfortable. The monk continued his ministrations a bit longer, stopping only when he saw his lover was close. He removed his hands, wrenching a disappointed, needy whimper from Inuyasha.
Running his hands over Inuyasha's back in soothing circles he murmured to his lovers ear. “Fuck me...I wanna hear you scream..”
That did it.
Soon they were writhing in the near painful pleasure on the verge of orgasmic bliss. Coming in unison they cried out hard.
Inuyasha's hands gave out and he sagged against Miroku. The monk rolled them over so they lay on their sides, wrapping his arms around his lover and drawing him against his side. The sated hanyo snuggled to his chest, heaving a satisfied sigh.
“Mmm... Love you..”
“Love you too...” Miroku ran a gentle hand over the small bump, “..and you, precious..”
They succumbed to sleep in each others arms.
* * * *
Upon waking, Miroku noticed that a tongue was licking at his stomach. Groggily raising himself up, his eyes met a pair of mischievous blue one's that winked at him. Inuyasha was splayed at the foot of the bed, fisting his cock and lapping hungrily at Miroku's groin, where he'd moved after having been 'caught'.
“Morning..,” Inuyasha purred between licks and soft nibbles.
Miroku was incredibly aroused by the sight of his lover so needy, so wanton. He couldn't have cared less about his stamina, his health. He didn't care if he died from exhaustion; he just wanted his cock inside that pretty tight ass.
He made a gesture to draw his lover to snuggle against him. He noted how Inuyasha, though complying, still continued to fist himself. He gave a light kiss on his temple, hand coming down to caress the roundness of a once muscular belly. Inuyasha breathed a sigh against his neck, starting to lick a wet trail along his collarbone as if unaware of his own actions. And his hand kept up the pumping motion.
Miroku's eyes lazily searched for the jar of the herbal stuff they used for lubrication, spying it on the floor few feet away as he was absently trailing kisses along Inuyasha's shoulder.
“Wait...” he whispered huskily, got up to a disappointed little noise and returned swiftly to his lover's side, clutching the jar in his hands at the sight that met him once he'd turned back from retrieving it.
Inuyasha lay on his back; legs spread open, other hand running up and down his hard length and the other pressing at the edges of his passage, barely inside.
It was one of the most erotic things Miroku had ever seen.
“Fill me...”
That sultry whisper made his legs move again, to cover the distance and kneel by his lover, in front of his spread legs. Lust hazed eyes met his own, inviting, demanding.
He happily obliged.
Miroku dipped down to playfully nip at the finger on Inuyasha's entrance, coating it with his saliva as he licked it.
“Finger yourself...” He whispered, breath ghosting against Inuyasha's groin, hands roaming all over his inner thighs.
The hanyou dipped the finger inside, gasping as the not slick enough digit sank into the warmth of his waiting passage. He let it slide deep, to the first knuckle then the second, until it was buried all the way in. He bent it and screamed, bucking up, back arching.
Inuyasha's cock was leaking pre-cum to his stomach, the organ lay forgotten there, the hanyou's other hand now fisted in Miroku's dark hair.
Miroku planted soft kisses on Inuyasha's thighs, hands caressing the now trembling legs. He brought his mouth ever closer to Inuyasha's groin, spurred on by the hanyou's deep moans and shallow breathing.
When his tongue nudged at the entrance where the single digit was buried in he heard his lover gasp in delight. Flicking the tongue over the puckered entrance he was rewarded with a delighted hiss. It was turned to a moan as the flexible muscle joined Inuyasha's finger.
Twirling his tongue against the finger Miroku forced it inside, the digit moving over to accommodate it but not slipping out. Inuyasha was panting harshly now, uttering keening noises and crying out in wanton lust.
Miroku rested his right hand on the inside of Inuyasha's thigh for support, while his other hand sought out his neglected cock.
He pumped himself with long, shallow thrusts, flicking his tongue over the tip with every upward stroke.
Inuyasha wasn't going to last long by the sounds he was letting out.
Miroku delved his tongue deep, his nose nuzzling Inuyasha's balls, breathing in the musky scent.
When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked up, tongue slipping out.
Inuyasha's eyes were half open and cloudy with lust. He shivered, on the verge of orgasm.
“Fill me...”
Seeing Inuyasha tremble with unreleased pleasure, Miroku swiftly coated his cock, positioning himself on his lover's entrance.
He plunged in as a leg hooked behind his waist, drawing him in.
Miroku sat down, not wanting to hurt his lover with his rough lust. He drew his lover snug against him, soothing him and then whispering in his ears the words which set him ablaze.
“Ride me...”
Inuyasha brazed himself with his hands on Miroku's shoulders and rode his lover. The up and down movements soon became erratic, his orgasm having been close and Inuyasha soon released himself on Miroku's stomach, his muscles clenching around the monk almost painfully hard. Miroku pumped into him a few more times, coming inside his warm passage.
They shared sweet and long post coital kisses, snuggling against each other.
“I want you hard again, inside me...”
Miroku shuddered at the words. Inuyasha was wriggling his hips on his lap, clearly trying to stimulate his cock to swell and be all hard and ready as the greedy, lusty, hanyou seemed to want it mostly these days.
Miroku kissed Inuyasha's collarbone, his hands running circles on the small of his back, finally squeezing his ass. Inuyasha purred against his shoulder in delight. The monk noticed a hand snake between them to twist and play with his nipples, soon making the twin nubs hard. He noticed how he began to fill again.
Inuyasha flashed him a delighted smirk.
With a roll of his hips, Inuyasha repositioned himself, flexing himself a little backwards, angling his sweet spot. Hooking his hands behind Miroku's neck, he leaned back.
“Can't you get it hard faster?”, he breathed out with a sultry purr.
Miroku sighed.
But he obediently moved himself, the sight of his lover making blood rush to his nether regions.
“I want to be filled…I need yourself ramming into me…Out of me...Making me scream...”
And scream he did as Miroku's cock hit his prostate with the first upward thrust. And then rubbing against it repeatedly, making him howl.
Miroku didn't bother with slow thrusts; he just filled Inuyasha again and again, feeling wonderful inside of that inviting, tight heat. The hanyou's passage swallowed him perfectly, taking in all of his length, squeezing him just in the right places.
How he loved to watch his lover as he fucked him.
His head thrown back in ecstasy and shallow breaths rippling his chest. Moans and incoherent pleas escaping his throat and the look he cast his lover under those long lashes. A look of pure abandon.
They came with high-pitched cries of pleasure, sinking down on each others arms, spent and satisfied.
“Will we ever get out of here to clean ourselves?” Miroku mused, breaking the silence after they'd come down from their orgasmic high.
Inuyasha just giggled in answer against his chest.
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Date: 2007-11-15 09:10 pm (UTC)stupid question
Date: 2007-11-15 09:12 pm (UTC)Can I see ?
Re: stupid question
Date: 2007-11-15 11:55 pm (UTC)It ain't a stupid question!*hug*
Re: stupid question
Date: 2007-11-16 12:24 am (UTC)Quills n Ink isn't that your new place?
Thanks for the info
*hugs*
off to find for later.
Re: stupid question
Date: 2007-11-16 08:57 am (UTC)You liked mpreg right? I urge you to friend quills_n_ink if you already haven't (can't remember...) 'cos my other long mrpreggie that's NC-17 overall too is under a filter there too. But if you like angst, I'd recommend 'The Pain in My Heart'. Angst and inumir. ^_^
Re: stupid question
Date: 2007-11-16 12:26 am (UTC)Can I add that one as well , so I can find my way back to it?
Re: stupid question
Date: 2007-11-16 08:58 am (UTC)