InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Surrender Yourself ❯ Two ( Chapter 2 )

“Miroku!” Inuyasha gasped out in exasperation. “I'm trying to drive! Keep your hands to yourself, you lecher!”

 

The dark-haired human chuckled as he continued to slide his hand up Inuyasha's thigh. For the first part of the drive, he'd tried his best to behave but his palm had started to itch within five minutes. It had finally become unbearable so he did the only thing he could think of. He touched his boyfriend.

 

“I can't help it,” he murmured seductively. “There's just something about you that I can't resist.”

 

Inuyasha's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, but whether it was from Miroku's words or the fact that his hand had just reached Inuyasha's groin, the human male couldn't say. Could have been a combination of the two, for all he could tell. Either way, he just found it cute.

 

“Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere,” the hanyou stated in a quiet voice.

 

“Flattery will get me what I want, though,” Miroku smirked. “And what I want is you. How much longer until we get there?”

 

“At least another hour . . .”

 

“Do you think we could spare a few minutes to make a real quick stop?” he inquired leadingly. Inuyasha hesitated.

 

“I suppose that we could . . . why?”

 

Miroku gently squeezed his lover's thigh, giving him a demure smile.

 

“You know why.”

 

Inuyasha hesitated for a moment, and Miroku could see the conflict that had arisen in the hanyou's mind. They were on a time limit. They had to be at the university for orientation and the school had recommended that they at least be fifteen to thirty minutes early for parking, but the hanyou also wanted to stop. His actions were getting to the silver-haired male, making it so he had to have a release and soon. He flashed Inuyasha a charming grin.

 

“I promise. It won't take long . . . and we'll both get something out of it.”

 

“And if we don't . . .”

 

“I'll make it up to you later,” Miroku purred, moving his hand to Inuyasha's groin and giving it a gentle squeeze.

 

That did his lover in. He had started to open his mouth to say more but nothing ever came out. Instead, he shivered then nodded. Before he knew it, they were pulling into a secluded rest stop and nature walk. Their car was the only one there. Miroku surveyed the area appreciatively as he and Inuyasha got out of the car, a light smile gracing his lips.

 

`Nice and secluded . . . no one will ever have to know what we did here . . . though we'll definitely have to be quick. Sesshomaru will have my head if Inuyasha's late for orientation and moving in. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten him started . . .'

 

However, there wasn't anything for it. He had gotten Inuyasha started and the hanyou would have to have some kind of release before they got to the university. Otherwise, he'd be uncomfortable and irritable. The last things Miroku wanted his lover to be, especially during orientation.

 

Inuyasha's hand intertwined with his as they stepped onto the sidewalk and made their way to a secluded area. With a quick glance around, Miroku instantly pulled the silver-haired male towards him and caught him in a gentle yet demanding kiss. Inuyasha's lips parted for him, allowing him entry. At that subtle sign of submission, Miroku felt his blood heat up. He pressed himself even closer, backing Inuyasha against a tree. His hands roamed over the lithe yet muscular body, eventually making their way to the hanyou's ass. Giving them a squeeze and earning a soft moan from his lover, Miroku's fingers worked their way towards the front to undo his and Inuyasha's jeans. Within moments, his were pooled at his ankles and Inuyasha's were off completely. A semi-hard erection pressed against him, only encouraging him to continue. Miroku smiled into the kiss, pleased with his ability to still be able to arouse his lover. One arm wrapped around Inuyasha's waist while the other reached between them to work on his cock. Strong arms made their way around his neck, pulling Miroku even closer to Inuyasha. A few strokes later, a strange mewling noise escaped the hanyou. It was the only warning that Miroku had before something warm and sticky covered his fingers.

 

Inuyasha's climax was almost enough to send Miroku over the edge. He refrained, though. He wanted to be in the hanyou when he came. But he had to act quickly. They normally reached a climax together and he didn't want anything to upset that. Using his lover's own semen, he quickly coated his penis then eased himself into the inu hanyou. Inuyasha hissed at the intrusion and gripped the collar of Miroku's shirt tightly. Miroku kissed his collarbone in reassurance. Despite the number of times they'd made love and Miroku had penetrated Inuyasha, it still hurt the hanyou. Miroku had no idea as to why that was. Still, he waited until Inuyasha indicated he was ready before he began to thrust deeply into him . . .

 

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Inuyasha gazed at himself in the rest area bathroom mirror. He'd just splashed cold water on his face . . . in an effort to fight back the tears that had started to threaten him. For some reason, he hated it when Miroku penetrated him. It always hurt . . . he always bled. But he'd had neither the heart nor the courage to tell Miroku so. Of course, there were a great many things he hadn't told his boyfriend. Like how he hated it when the human flirted with other people. Granted, Miroku didn't flirt with other men, but he did flirt with girls. It was instantaneous. He drooled over them and used his ever-so-famous pick up line on each and every one of them. It drove Inuyasha crazy. He felt as if Miroku didn't place enough value on their own relationship.

But he never said anything. To do so would be to hurt his lover and that was the last thing Inuyasha wanted.

 

Quickly, he wiped his face and made his way back to the car, where Miroku was waiting for him. They had a deadline to meet. Little did he know what experiences waited for him at the university . . .