InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Naughty Bits ❯ The Rematch ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Note: This past week's prompt for IYHed was “69,” in honor of the fact that it was Week 69 for the community (*grin*). So, naturally, I couldn't resist taking the opportunity to revisit my only other yaoi piece ever (The Bet), and write this little sequel…

 

It was originally posted to IYHed on September 26, 2009, and it won 2nd Place for Week 69. Word Count: 669

 

 

The Rematch

 

Inuyasha scoffed as he tugged off his shirts, tossing them onto the pile Miroku had started and picking at the knot in his obi. That last competition hadn't been fair. So what if Miroku could suck him off? Big deal. Didn't mean he was better at it than anybody else. Feh—this time it would be tit for tat.

 

“This is gonna be better than Cinemax…” Kagome murmured, passing Sango the bag of popcorn she'd microwaved at home for the occasion.

 

“What's Cinemax?” Sango whispered back.

 

“Nevermind…” Kagome grinned.

 

When Inuyasha finished undressing, he turned around to find Miroku reclining on the floor, hands behind his head and a mild smirk across his face.

 

“Smile while you can, Monk—you'll be begging for mercy soon.”

 

“Whatever you say, Inuyasha.”

 

Grumbling in determination, Inuyasha took up his position on all-fours over Miroku's naked torso, his cock hanging in the monk's face, his own face poised over the other man's crotch. He glanced over at Kagome, who brandished a stopwatch.

 

“Ready…set…go!”

 

At her signal, he attacked, bending low and licking Miroku's cock from base to tip, smirking as it began to stiffen. He did it again, teasing the head with the tip of his tongue. Miroku's fingertips stroked his thighs lightly, the tip of his cock brushing against Miroku's chin, but so far the monk had made no move to engage it directly. He resisted an urge to dip his hips in encouragement, refocusing his efforts and taking the monk's thick member into his mouth.

 

He sucked hard against it, bobbing his head up and down in long, furious strokes, pausing only to swirl his tongue around the head. Meanwhile, he could feel Miroku's hands squeezing his ass, and his dick was beginning to ache from lack of attention, each tiny brush against the monk's chin and throat becoming almost painful. At long last he felt Miroku's jaw bump against his head, warm breath ghosting over his most sensitive flesh, nearly causing him to moan. And then, finally, a tongue.

 

He jerked, gasping sharply around the cock in his mouth.

 

When Miroku's tongue lapped at Inuyasha's head, his warm, wet mouth soon fully enveloping it, he shivered, unable to suppress that moan.

 

He tried to resume his ministrations, but couldn't keep his mind off the feel of Miroku's hands kneading the muscles of his ass as he hungrily devoured Inuyasha's throbbing dick. Unconsciously, his hips began to move in time to Miroku's strokes, pushing himself deeper even as he ached for more. He sucked harder on the cock in his own mouth, his teeth scraping lightly against the monk's hard shaft, as if compel his tormentor to give him what he needed so desperately.

 

Almost without his notice, one of Miroku's hands had shifted position, a finger tracing lightly across his skin and beginning to slide inside him. He nearly choked on the monk's cock in surprise, but his back arched of its own accord, welcoming the intrusion. When the monk reached a place inside him that even he had never known existed, he gave a groaning shudder, redoubling his assault on the monk's dick and jerking his hips mindlessly, his prick hitting the back of Miroku's throat again and again, plaintive grunts accompanying each thrust.

 

His cry was muffled by the thick meat in his mouth, ass clenching around Miroku's hand as he came hard from deep within the monk's throat. His entire body suddenly weak, he rolled to the side and flopped onto his back, panting. Miroku coughed slightly and pushed himself to his knees smirking down at him.

 

Inuyasha shot him a glare. “Go on, do it already,” he grumbled. Miroku obliged, pumping his own, still-erect cock until at last he came on Inuyasha's face.

 

Kagome and Sango wiped the drool from their chins, the popcorn and stopwatch on the ground between them, forgotten.

 

Damn that monk, Inuyasha thought. Where the hell had he learned that trick?

 

And yet, he had to admit—sometimes when you lose…you win.