InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Natural Urge ❯ A Natural Urge ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

This was inspired by some truly wonderful perverted fanart by velvetarms.

It's yaoi, that means two guys, Miroku and Kouga, going at it. Don't like it, don't read it. Got it.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.28.2006 | Pages: 8 | Words: 9.5K | Visits: 5.6K | Status: Completed

A Natural Urge

Miroku was frustrated.

It seemed like the universe was conspiring against him, but he was used to that. No matter what they did, they never seemed any closer to completion of their quest. Day after day, week after week, it was always the same thing. They'd catch wind of Naraku's whereabouts and plans, only to have him slip through their fingers.

And then there was fight after stupid fight, always a new incarnation of evil, or just some hapless village that needed rescue. It was wearing on his nerves, grinding him down with defeat. A man needed to relax, have a chance to recover from their battles, but even that was denied him. Not to mention that his companions seemed to have a very different idea of what relaxation should be.

There had been a most inviting house of relaxation at the last town they'd passed through, but as he'd smiled and headed towards it, he'd felt the daggers in his back. At least they felt like daggers, it was only the glares that Kagome and Sango were aiming in his direction. He'd managed to smile gamely and mention that he was only going to ask directions, but before he'd been able to defend himself, both girls had taken him by the arms and practically dragged him down the road.

He was still grumbling to himself hours later, when Inuyasha had told him to knock it off. It seemed the hanyou was entirely unsympathetic to his problem, not to mention unwilling to cover for him so he could sneak back to town without the girls being any wiser.

“All I'm asking for is that you distract them for a couple hours,” Miroku pleaded.

Inuyasha snorted. “Do your whoring on your own time, monk. It ain't my problem.”

He would have thought another male would understand, even one that was half demon. “Don't you have natural urges, Inuyasha?”

“Yeah, and I go jerk off in the woods. Just like you do all the time, so quit bitching. And,” he added as the sullen monk turned away, “clean yourself up when you're done. I hate smelling your spunk when you come back.”

“Asshole,” Miroku muttered, still seething. Fucking was a damn sight better than having to use his hand, but he knew better than to argue with Inuyasha. He sighed heavily, stroking himself with one hand while he used the other to lean against a tree. It was hard to think of the rough bark as Sango's smooth flesh and his long sleeves kept getting in his way. Grunting a bit, he dropped to his knees and dragged his robes up over his hips. He'd like to use both hands for this but it was a bitch getting the damn glove and beads clean.

Frustration didn't begin to cover it, he thought sourly as he continued to work himself. He tried to imagine it was Sango's hands on him, but the more he concentrated, the more it seemed he was in danger of losing his hard-on. His arm was going to get sore, but his cock was still rigid and really needing some kind of release.

“Don't be like that,” he muttered, glancing down at the oozing tip. “I'm doing this for the both of us.”

“You always talk to your dick, monk?”

He was so startled he almost fell over, quickly snatching his robes around him like a modest maiden. Miroku's face turned deep red when he looked up to meet the amused eyes of a wolf demon. Probably the last person he would have expected to meet at such a private moment.

“Do you mind?” he muttered, feeling like he'd been caught. “I'm in the middle of something.”

Kouga snickered at the human's embarrassment. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “Nothing to get worked up about, we all have to do it.”

Miroku flushed again and wondered why it bothered him that Kouga had seen him masturbating. It was, after all, a perfectly natural impulse and nothing to be ashamed of. But Kouga's comment about everyone having to do it stung him a bit, like he couldn't find a partner. He could certainly find someone, hell, he was willing to pay for it at the moment.

He decided to play like wasn't any big deal, they were both men of the world and adults. “I'll have you know,” he said with a faint grin, “I don't normally have to result to this. Ladies happen to enjoy my company.”

“Then why are you here?” the wolf asked bluntly.

Damn. “Well, the ladies I happen to travel with aren't exactly amenable to the idea.”

Kouga's eyes narrowed suspiciously and suddenly Miroku felt claws at his neck.

“You'd better not be trying anything with my Kagome,” the wolf said warningly. “If I find out that you or that damn mutt ever put a hand on my woman…”

Actually, he had put a hand on Kagome, more than once, but he figured he'd probably not mention it right now. “I wasn't talking about her,” he said acidly, removing Kouga's claws from his neck with a quick twist.

Kouga growled softly. “You'd better not have even been thinking about her right then either.”

The monk rolled his eyes. “Not your business who I was thinking about, but no, it wasn't Kagome. Are you satisfied?”

Kouga sniffed the air as if he could tell by scent alone if that monk was lying. “Okay,” he said guardedly. Then he smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I suppose she's safe enough around you, can't see mutt-face letting you get too friendly either.”

That was true and Miroku shrugged. “If you really want to know, I was thinking of Sango.”

“The demon slayer?” Kouga relaxed a bit at that. “Yeah, she's not bad looking. Not exactly my type, but not bad for a human wench.”

“Are you blind?” Miroku asked, irritated. “She's beautiful, she's the most lovely woman I've ever…”

“She ain't Kagome,” Kouga answered, scowling a bit. “So why ain't she here right now if you want her that much?”

Miroku sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. Why indeed, he asked himself sourly. He'd told Sango how much she meant to him, he had every intention of marrying her once this stupid quest was finished and he knew that he wasn't going to die of his curse.

“Actually, we have an understanding. We've decided to wait until after we've defeated Naraku.”

Kouga snorted. “Won't put out, eh?”

He grinned. “Yeah, you could say that.”

The wolf laughed long and hard, dropping into a crouch next to Miroku. “I got it, you're out here thinking of your woman and I'm out here thinking of my woman. Ain't we a sorry pair?”

Nodding, he had to agree. “As long as we're not thinking about them together, “ he said mildly. “That would be troublesome.”

He hadn't meant it quite like that, he'd only meant that the two of them, thinking of their respective desires, would be troublesome and easily misunderstood. However, the wolf's gaze sharpened and a flush crept over his face. It was not a flush of embarrassment.

“Together,” he muttered, smiling faintly. “Kagome and Sango together…”

Miroku caught what Kouga was thinking of and felt his half-limp erection suddenly stiffen dramatically. He actually felt dizzy from the blood rushing from the rest of his body. Together…the two of them…maybe in a hot spring…

Kouga grunted and made a quick movement, sliding his hand under the furry kilt he wore. The monk blinked, quite shocked that the wolf was so open that he'd start jerking off right in front of him. He couldn't deny that he was having a hard time, literally, keeping his hand off himself. He squirmed uncomfortably, watching as Kouga closed his eyes, stroking himself in apparently uninhibited abandon.

“Uh, don't you think you should do that somewhere else?” he asked, feeling his own stiff cock almost ready to poke through his robes. Damn it, he really needed some privacy right now.

Kouga's eyes snapped open and he stared right at Miroku's crotch. The monk carefully lowered a protective hand to his genitals, unsure if Kouga was going to take severe offense at his arousal. The wolf suddenly grinned and swept his hair back from his forehead.

“Couple of horny bastards here,” he commented, still masturbating casually. “Looks like we both need to get laid, human.”

Miroku wasn't sure he liked the gleam in the wolf's eyes. Kouga was giving him a distinctively predatory look, grinning and showing sparkling white fangs. “Uh,” he said, feeling very much like a hare caught in a trap. “What are you thinking…Kouga?”

“Hey, monk,” the wolf growled, a sensuous husk in his deep voice. “Wanna fuck?”

He scooted backwards in panic when Kouga pounced, not touching him but planting a clawed hand on either side of his legs and leaned forward until their noses nearly brushed.

“Y…you're kidding,” a very concerned monk stammered.

“Nope.” The wolf's grin was positively lascivious. “Fucking each other would still be better than jerking off alone. Wanna screw or not?”

Miroku pushed him away, afraid that if he didn't, Kouga might just not wait for an answer. “We are both male,” he said coldly, thinking to himself that the wolf might just have a point. “It's not the same!”

A confused look passed over the wolf's face and Kouga tilted his head to the side. “What, you never done it with another guy?”

“Of course not!”

He gasped when a strong hand grasped his cock, wincing a little as the swollen member throbbed in eager response. “Looks like you might wanna start,” Kouga murmured. The wolf reached under his robes and cupped his balls, Miroku shivered and twitched when he felt the light prickle of claws. Gently, Kouga started to stroke him, moving deliberate and slow, smirking when Miroku gasped and started to sweat.

“Don't worry,” the demon said smugly. “I'll take it easy on ya since you're a virgin and all. Won't leave marks or none of that shit.”

“I'm…not a…virgin,” Miroku gasped. Kouga's fist tightened and the monk saw stars, he wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure. All he knew was that his cock was so hard it might have been made of stone and he whimpered shamelessly when Kouga's thumb rubbed over the dripping tip.

Then the hand pulled away and Miroku shuddered, looking up to see Kouga licking his thumb thoughtfully. “You sure act like a virgin, thought you'd come just from me touching it.”

“I'm not,” Miroku said, beginning to get a little angry. “I've been with many women and…”

“So have I,” Kouga answered, a twist of a smile still on his lips. “Ain't any women around here now, so why not?”

Hissing, Miroku sat up and glared right at the unrepentant wolf. “Because…” he said angrily, then he couldn't think of what to say as Kouga returned his glare.

“Because I'm a demon?” the wolf demanded.

“No,” Miroku answered, shifting slightly. Those claws were still very close to his vulnerable areas. “I'm not…you aren't…you're not a woman!”

Kouga licked his lips and leaned close again, his eyes half-lidded and intent. “You're damn right I'm not a woman. Neither are you.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but Kouga fell on him, pinning him to the ground and taking him in a hot kiss. Miroku's hands flailed wildly, finally digging into the soft ground when Kouga's tongue slid between his lips. The wolf's mouth was hot, intense as a firestorm and oddly sweet. A strong hand cupped the back of his neck, holding him still while the demon ravished his tongue and lips mercilessly.

It didn't feel half bad, he'd never been kissed so intently. With all the women he'd happily seduced, not one had ever taken such complete control of his senses, tasting his ruthlessly, drawing his tongue into a sensual dance and mapping the back of his teeth. It was forceful, but not brutal, only direct as every thing the wolf did, giving his prey no time to react or run away.

Kouga broke the kiss with a wet lick, running the tip of that damnable tongue from the corner of Miroku's mouth to the underside of jaw. He nipped the monk's earlobe teasingly and grinned down at him. “Still wanna turn me down, stupid?”

“I…damn…no,” Miroku found himself saying. What the hell was he doing?

“All right!” Kouga said happily. Next thing Miroku knew, Kouga had yanked his legs apart and flipped Miroku's robe up over his chest. Hands caressed the inside of his thighs before grasping his dick and squeezing his scrotum gently.

“This is gonna be fun!”

“Wait just a fucking minute!” Kouga froze, staring down at his human partner. Miroku didn't miss the glint of anger or the steady way Kouga continued to hold his privates.

“You'd better not be teasing me,” the wolf warned.

“Look, damn it,” Miroku hissed, nodding in the direction of the forest. “Just on the other side of those trees, my companions are wondering where I am. If they come looking for me…let's just say that my chances with Sango and your fantasies about Kagome are never gonna happen if they see us like this!”

“Good point.” Kouga released him and sat back on his heels, scratching the back of his neck. Miroku sighed with relief, he was serious about taking Kouga up on his perverted offer, but it wasn't worth getting caught in mid-screw either. As long as nobody ever found out about it…especially Sango…what would it hurt for them to have a little experimentation?

It was too bad they weren't going to get the chance.

“I got it!” Kouga announced, looking even smugger. “Come on, ya horny monk, we're gonna find ourselves somewhere more private.”

He was unceremoniously hauled to his feet by a tight grip around his wrist. Miroku stumbled and cursed as Kouga dragged him at a quick pace through the forest. “I know just the place,” the wolf muttered. “Not far, but nobody should be sneaking up on us either.

The place turned out to be a small cave, nearly hidden by overgrown brush and thick hanging moss. He had to duck his head when they entered, suddenly feeling very nervous. Kouga had let go of him to plant his fists on his hips and grin.

“How's this?”

His head brushed the ceiling of the cave, it was only about eight feet wide and about the same length. Cramped and confining, just a rocky hole in the ground. Miroku looked at the gritty floor, wrinkled his nose at the dank smell and sighed.

It was perfect.

This time he surprised Kouga by wrapping his arms around the other man's waist and pulling him roughly into his embrace. It was exhilarating, the realization that he didn't have to hold back, to seduce and flirt his way into his partner's bed. Not that they needed a bed, the ground was good enough and he found himself suddenly, intensely, eager to find out if the wolf was as good as his promise.

“You said something about fucking,” he said hoarsely as he ground his rock-hard cock against Kouga's furry crotch. “You better not just be bragging about what you can do, I don't like to be teased either.”

“Hell yeah,” Kouga said, looking delighted at the monk's amorous advances. He slid his hand up the back of Miroku's neck and used one sharp claw to slice though the bit of leather that held the human's hair in a short ponytail. His other hand grabbed Miroku's ass, digging in with his fingers and poking tiny holes in the tough fabric of his clothing.

“Monk, you're gonna come like you've never come before.”

They kissed like savages, Miroku hungry now, biting and nipping at his partner's tongue with the full intention of inflaming the wolf's instinctive lust. Kouga growled into his mouth and Miroku felt a thrill go up his spine. This was all about lust and screwing, nothing about commitment or plans for the future. Right now he didn't have to think up any sweet words because Kouga wasn't going to let him speak.

Only their bodies mattered, flesh meeting flesh as Miroku's robes fell to the ground and were followed by the wolf's armor and furs. They groped each other without hesitation, fingers sliding into hidden crevices, gasping and clawing at each other like they were both starving for release.

“Looks like you're even hornier than me,” Miroku muttered, finding a thick shaft in his hand. He stroked Kouga quickly, getting a soft growl of pleasure as Kouga enjoyed the feeling of rosary beads rubbing along the length of his cock. Miroku grinned, feeling the wolf's excitement building in his lithe body. Kouga groaned in response, letting his forehead rest on Miroku's bare shoulder, his long silky hair sliding over the monk's back.

The wolf bucked against his hand, his embrace tightening until Miroku gasped for breath. Kouga didn't seem to be aware of his distress and Miroku hoped to hell that his ribs weren't going to crack. There were disadvantages to having sex with a demon that might forget his partner was only mortal and easily injured.

He dug his fingers into Kouga's hair and yanked as hard as he could. “Hey, take it easy, Kouga!”

“Uh…sorry,” the wolf answered thickly. He stepped back a pace, obviously a bit dazed. “Got lost there for a minute, you were about to make me come pretty hard, monk. Better take care of you first.”

He was about to ask what Kouga meant when he found himself flat on his back, a grinning wolf between his legs. Miroku sat up on his elbows, fascinated as Kouga's long tongue slipped out to curl around his rigid cock. He shivered and groaned, watching as that hot mouth engulfed his erection, sucking hard at the swollen head before shoving the entire length down his throat.

Eyes closed in bliss, Miroku reached out to caress Kouga's hair, letting the long strands slide through his fingers, his entire body starting to burn. God, he needed this. All his previous hesitation about doing this had faded into the back of his logical mind, instincts that were entirely male and entirely demanding controlling him as his hips thrust up into the wolf's mouth. So hot, so wet and soft, he tugged at Kouga's hair, asking him to move faster.

Kouga complied and Miroku gasped, his body shuddering and fighting it's way to what was going to be one hell of an orgasm. The wolf's rough tongue was impossible to resist, licking him one minute and sucking him hard the next. Forgetting himself, Miroku ground his hips into Kouga's face, grunting and swearing, sweating like a beast as a warm hands held his cock at the base, urgent fingers squeezing and kneading his balls to the point where he was seeing flashes of light before his eyes.

“Gods,” Miroku shouted, feeling one sharp fang brush his skin. Kouga swallowed, contracting his throat around Miroku's cock and then growled hard. The monk felt the vibration from his groin all the way down the tips of his toes and braced his feet, lifting his hips all the way off the ground as he came violently into the wolf's eager mouth.

Then he was spiraling down, sinking into an almost-faint as Kouga continued to lick him tenderly. He shivered with reaction, feeling the wolf's tongue cleaning every crevice and fold, sliding below his sore balls and darting against his anus. The tongue probed deeper, trying to loosen the puckered orifice without causing him pain. Miroku suddenly realized what Kouga was intending and braced himself when the wolf sat back, pushing the monk's knees apart and lifting his hips.

Kouga had a huge grin on his face as he looked down at the sweaty and exhausted monk. “You ready for this?” he asked, positioning himself.

Miroku nodded wearily. This was the part he was most worried about, but after coming so hard that his balls were going to ache, how could he refuse? He watched as Kouga spat into his palm, reached down to lube himself, and slowly pushed into him.

Pain…Miroku gasped and twisted involuntarily, trying to escape from the tearing, burning sensation that made him feel like he was being split in two. Kouga hesitated at the human's sudden reaction. Then he pushed again and this time the monk shouted in pain. Not good.

“Ya gotta relax,” he said, holding himself back with considerable effort. “It's gonna hurt, but you can't let your ass tense up like that, only makes it worse.”

“I know,” Miroku panted, gritting his teeth. Damn, it was worse than he'd imagined, every part of his body was protesting the invasion, from his curled toes to his burning rectum. He swore to himself that he could do this, Kouga had to be frantic for his own release and Miroku prided himself on having never left a human lover so unsatisfied.

“Just get it over with, I can handle pain.”

Kouga nodded, seriously not liking the way the monk's jaw was clenched. He settled himself at a shallower angle, leaning forward to rest on his elbows and pressed as gently as he could handle into Miroku's resisting body.

The monk cried out louder this time, shaking under him like a trembling branch in a high wind and Kouga stopped. Miroku's face was flushed dark red, his eyes screwed shut against the agony of his torn rectum. Kouga stared down at him and saw a hint of blood behind the monk's lips. Stupid fool had bitten his own tongue. And he barely had the head of his cock inside, if he kept going it was going to be nothing less than torture for the human and he slipped himself out.

“Fuck,” Kouga muttered. He did not get off on seeing his partner, even a human male, writhing in pain. This was not going to work for them.

Miroku was breathing heavily, cursing himself for crying out like that. He tasted copper in his mouth and knew that Kouga had seen the blood. Grimacing, he stared up at the wolf and attempted a weak smile. “It's okay,” he husked. “You don't have to stop, Kouga. I can handle it.”

“No, you can't,” the wolf said flatly, intensely disappointed. He'd been looking forward to mounting the human, pressing their bodies together and riding Miroku right into another spectacular climax. Looked like that wasn't going to happen, he'd be lucky if he could jerk himself off after seeing the monk enduring the pain like that. Demons were tougher, he reflected, he'd never fucked another wolf and heard a cry like that, no matter how rough and wild the screwing had been.

The monk sat up on his elbows, grateful in spite of the guilt that Kouga had stopped. He wouldn't have expected a demon to give a damn how much pain he caused, not after servicing him like that. It was one-sided pleasure and that was something that Miroku had always despised. He'd been with many women who'd complained about how their men had only been interested in getting inside long enough to come, never caring or even noticing that it left their wives feeling sore and used. Interesting to be on the other side of it, but he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt when he looked into Kouga's frustrated face.

He sat all the way up, moving backwards with a twinge of pain. Kouga sat kneeling in front of him, fists on his thighs and his hair covering his eyes. The frustration and anger were easy enough to sense and looking at the sore and needful erection between the wolf's legs, he could well sympathize.

“How about,” he said carefully, “if I just use my mouth like you did? I can't leave you like that, not after what you did for me. Fair's fair, right?”

Kouga's expression lightened immediately, he'd been so bent on the idea of fucking the monk that he'd forgotten there were other options. He nodded with a grin, leaned back and spread his legs, giving Miroku room to position himself. Hell yes, he didn't mind getting head if he couldn't do what he'd been planning. Right now he was so desperate he'd even fuck mutt-face if the dumb bastard had walked in on them.

“Go ahead,” he said, closing his eyes and hoping the monk wasn't going to take all day about it. His balls were throbbing with need and his cock felt like it was made out of glass. He could barely touch it himself, he'd probably explode once Miroku's mouth was on him.

The monk was staring into a rather intimidating hard-on and for the first time, considering his technique. No wonder it had hurt, he could hardly call Kouga small in this respect. He reached out, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft and stroked. Kouga made a soft sound of pleasure, throwing back his head and licking his lips in anticipation.

Strange, he'd not known what to expect when he first ran his tongue across the tip of the swollen head, fingers moving experimentally down Kouga's shaft. It was awkward, trying to suck and move his tongue at the same time. He started slowly, concentrating on the underside of the cock, as he knew that be his own most sensitive place. Kouga seemed to approve, his hips moving in little jerks of his own as Miroku tried to find the right rhythm.

“Gods, hurry it up,” Kouga muttered. Miroku glanced up and saw perspiration was running down the wolf's face, his mouth trembling slightly as he ached for attention. Gamely, Miroku figured that sucking cock couldn't be all that difficult and awkwardly tried to stuff most of the length into his mouth. Kouga groaned and lifted his hips without warning. The end of his cock hit the back of Miroku's throat and the monk gagged.

The wolf sighed. “You are really bad at this,” he said at last, wondering how long it would be before his erection disappeared from too much frustration. It was going to shrivel at this point, he didn't know why he'd even bothered with a human in the first place. He really would have been better off just masturbating, at least then he'd have had some satisfaction.

Stung by Kouga's rejection, Miroku sat up and wiped his mouth. “It's not like I've ever done this before,” he said, quietly apologetic.

“No kidding,” the wolf answered. He didn't mean to say it so that Miroku felt bad, but damn it, this was just getting more awkward and uncomfortable by the second. He didn't know where all the lust and rush had gone, but now he was thinking he'd better just leave the damn human sitting here before he did something really stupid like try to fuck him again.

“I got an idea,” Miroku said suddenly. Kouga eyed him suspiciously as the monk flopped down on his back again. He raised himself on his elbows and lifted his chin, looking over at the wolf and smiling stupidly. “You could try fucking my mouth since I don't know how to do it right for you.”

“Fuck you in the mouth?” Kouga scratched at the back of his neck and shrugged. It was worth a try, he had nothing to lose but a hard-on that was already in danger of being annoyed to death. Had to be better than a half-assed blow that had made him squirm with discomfort.

Warily, they got into position with Kouga straddling Miroku's chest. He held his neglected erection in one hand while reaching behind the monk's head with the other. Sliding between the soft lips, Kouga felt the warmth of the other man's tongue and sighed in relief. Maybe he could make this work.

He held Miroku's head gently, starting to thrust, trying to be careful. Miroku just closed his eyes and forced himself to relax his throat. All he had to do was hold his mouth open while Kouga moved in and out. When Kouga pulled back, he sucked, when Kouga pushed forward, he opened wide and just let the wolf's cock go right down this throat. It didn't hurt, it didn't make him gag, it looked like he'd finally figured it out.

At least that's what Kouga's expression was telling it. Interesting perspective, Miroku decided and was surprised to find that he was getting hard again himself. Kouga's face, glowing with sweaty pleasure, was intensely arousing. With one hand braced on Kouga's thigh, he used the other to reach down and fondle himself.

“You're liking this,” Kouga murmured, noticing what the perverted monk was up to. Miroku didn't answer, but he sucked like he was trying to drain a wolf dry in response to Kouga's words. Damn, it felt so good with his cock sliding in and out of the monk's quick mouth. He growled in pleasure, starting to thrust his hips a little harder as he felt his climax building.

Miroku reached up to caress Kouga's ass and was rewarded with a soft whimper of pleasure and a hard thrust into his mouth. Not having claws himself, he did the best he could to stimulate the aroused wolf demon by raking his fingernails down the smooth, muscular body. He'd never thought he'd find another male attractive, but Kouga was stunning to look at. He was all toned golden skin, tight smooth muscles and sweat. Miroku found himself anticipating Kouga's climax more than he would have dreamed.

Slowly he ran a finger down the crack of the wolf's ass, ready to pull away if Kouga seemed offended. When he heard a throaty rumble of approval, he pressed the tip of his finger against his partner's anus. Kouga shivered, moving faster and groaned loudly.

“Yeah,” the wolf muttered, sweat making his hair stick his face as he continued to pump his cock in Miroku's mouth. “You got it, monk. Go on, do it!”

He shoved the finger in, watching as Kouga's face flushed even darker, his hips shaking now as he continued to pick up the pace. He would have grinned, but instead pulled the finger out, shoving it back in with another beside it. He started to thrust his fingers in time with Kouga's movements, finding the sensation of the tight ring of muscle to be somehow strangely gratifying. He was certain he could make the wolf come just as hard as he had, and shoved his face into Kouga's crotch and buried his fingers in deep.

Kouga shouted, shaking suddenly and pulled his cock out of Miroku's mouth with a wet slopping sound. His fist went around his cock, pumping furiously as he ground his ass against Miroku's hand. Miroku was grinning, watching as the horny demon worked himself furiously.

“Open your mouth,” Kouga gasped, surging suddenly and trembling hard. Miroku did as asked, letting his jaw drop open as wide as possible, his tongue extended as Kouga moaned and came hard for him, his body convulsing forward and his claws digging into Miroku's shoulder as he shouted his release.

Then the wolf fell forward, catching himself on his fists as his cock twitched in front of Miroku's nose. The monk eased his face up, gently taking the spent wolf in his mouth and sucking gently, very gently as Kouga shuddered and panted over him.

After a moment or two of recovery, the weary demon flopped on his side, one arm curving possessively over Miroku's chest. His eyes were closed, his breathing slowing as he relaxed and held the monk tight against him.

“That was pretty good,” Kouga admitted, glad he hadn't given up. It wasn't quite like fucking but he had no complaints.

Miroku wiped his chin, grinning at him. “Salty,” he murmured.

“Yeah, so's yours, buddy,” the wolf grunted. Then he shoved himself up on his elbow and nuzzled the monk's hair. “But a damn sight better than jerking off alone. Next time we'll take it slow and find a way to get your ass to work as good as your mouth.”

“Next time?” Miroku hadn't considered the possibility, but he found he didn't mind the idea at all. What Sango didn't know, what Kagome didn't find out, didn't matter as long as they were able to take care of their natural male needs. He found himself intrigued by the idea of trying the fucking part again. Hell, maybe it would work out, he kind of liked the idea now that he thought about it.

And maybe he'd get to fuck the wolf next time, after all, fair was fair.

oOo

Ginta was getting worried, they'd been searching for Kouga for hours but neither he or Hakkaku had been able to pick up his scent. They'd run across Kagome nee-san and her friends a few hours ago, but to his surprise, the girl hadn't seen their friend.

“Where the hell could he be?” Ginta wondered aloud. Hakkaku shrugged and pointed towards the south.

“You look that way and I'll go north,” his comrade suggested. “One of us is bound to run across him sooner or later.”

He hoped that Kouga hadn't run into trouble, last they'd heard he was on his way to find Kagome. Kouga was usually pretty good about leaving a trail for them to follow even if he was in his usual, damnable hurry. Ginta and Hakkaku did their best to keep up with most of the time, but now and then Kouga would put so much distance between himself and his comrades that they had a hard time catching up.

There was a little hollow in this part of the forest, he remembered finding it one time when Kouga was searching for Naraku. Not that the evil hanyou would have any interest in a shallow hole, but it was always nice to know the location of a hidden cave if it was needed. Personally, Ginta couldn't think of any reason why Kouga would be there, but hell, they'd looked everywhere else.

He was only few hundred yards away when he finally caught a whiff of Kouga's unmistakable scent and broke into a run with a grin on his face. He wasn't stupid enough to call Kouga out for losing them like this, but he was relieved when he couldn't detect the scent of blood or injury in the wind. His leader was safe, he'd never doubted it, but he hoped there was a damn good reason for eluding them like that.

That was when he heard a ragged cry, Kouga's voice and he got scared. He'd never heard Kouga yell like that, a long, keening wail. He must be under attack, maybe outnumbered and overwhelmed!

“I'm coming, Kouga!” he shouted, tearing through the forest at top speed. When he got to the small cave, he skidded to a halt and approached cautiously. The scent was all over, he could smell it clearly now. It was musky, strong and thick and there was something else here too…the scent of a human.

Ginta crept up to the mouth the cave and peered inside. For a long moment, he couldn't believe what he was seeing and then he suddenly knew why Kouga had shouted. He'd been too preoccupied to think about the nature of Kouga's scent, but there was no way to mistake it now, not with what was going on in that cave.

He flushed, sweat dripping down his forehead and turned away, stalking back to the forest to find Hakkaku. If his friend asked if he'd found Kouga, he'd have to say yes.

If he asked what Kouga was doing…

Ginta shuddered and shook his head. “I didn't see a damn thing,” he muttered.