Few word were spoken after Inuyasha's declairation, only few. His eyes glowed in the half moon light, with such a shade of sparkling gold Miroku couldn't even begin to describe.
He's so beautiful.
Faces collided strongly into one another in a searching kiss, one or another seeking out regret which they'd both hoped was inevitable. Such hope were granted, and to tongues raced out to embrace the other in such a fiery kiss one never imagined the other was capable of.
Miroku stood for a second, yanking Inuyasha up with him by his shirt still kissing him passionatly with the goal of getting the Hanyou underneith him. He did once they were to their feat and he tackled the other man down to the ground tearing his kimono away from his body.
Hungering eyes feasted on the broad chest the laid beneith him. Such a body, he only wanted to drench and relish with his own moist tongue. Not a spot remained untouched as he slid his tounge everywhere he could possibly get.
He tastes so good. Better then in my dreams.
As Miroku basked in the glory of his lover's body, he could not forget the task at hand. The Hanyou by then was most aroused, so he slid the pant's down and relieved himself of his own offensive clothing.
"You ready?" He asked Inuyasha, possitioning his legs to make a firm clasp around around his waist.
"More ready then I'll ever be." A firm grasp was placed upon the half demon's shaft, stroking and pleasuring it with great speed and intensity. White hot pleasure shown in the eyes of the Hanyou who ever so often forgot what it was to breath at this moment. It was exactly the way Miroku wanted it. A way where he could be so caught up in fiery pleasure he could hardly feel the pain in it.
The monk slid himself right into the depths of his koi's smoldering flesh. He too saw white sparks fly across his eyes while the walls squeezed tightly around his shaft.
It's so tight. I don't think I can bare it.
He needed distraction from the contrating pulse the entry was inflicting on his shaft. Inuyasha still needed to adjust to size so no doubt he was hurting just as badly. He brought down his face and trapped his youkai in another sensuous kiss in order for them to ward off each others pain. Such sweet flavors emitted from their saliva, which they shared most enthusiastically, rolling around on the ground doing all they could to ward away the last of their pain.
Miroku took the top yet again and started pulling out and pushing back into Inuyasha. Each thrust was completely painless, only burned in desire. Such desires were all granted on this night, this night Miroku had gotten two of the only things he'd ever wanted all in one packege.
Inuyasha. A child.
He smiled against Inuyasha's lips with tears of joy just flowwing down his face. The Hanyou didn't even notice the moisture that fell down his face as well while he was being thrusted in and out of. The way the monk was rolling his balls in his fingers just to give him more pleasure. Miroku was driving him absurd.
"Cum for my, Inuyasha," his whispered to him, causing a violent shudder to crawl down his back. Such words only serving to cloud his mind in a see of mist while again his partner plunged into him. He couldn't take much more of this, it hurt way too much.
"G-g-god, Miroku." Again his body shuddered, this time a powerful orgasm that spewd all over his and the monk's stomach. It was then, Miroku know he couldn't hold on any longer either, though he wanted to all too much.
"Ah-ha, Inuyasha," with one last powerful thrust he exploded deep within his youkai comrade. His lashes fluttered shut while his creamy fluid exploded throughout his koishii's insides. He felt lighted headed afterward and had to catch his breath while almost efortlessly pulling out of the exosted youkai. After recuperating, he rolled over to the side still trying to let what'd just happen sink in.
I... I slept with him. I slept with Inuyasha.
"Why's your back turned to me now all so suddenly?" He pushed his body forward and allowed his burly arms to take the monk into his embrace from behind. "You're quiet. Have you suddenly become shy?"
"I-I am not shy, Inuyasha. I've just.... I've just never... experienced such things with a man before." He ducked his head down partially shameful. "I've... never even had this kind of.... contact with another woman."
"Experience, contact, THINGS!!! Miroku, if you're going to speak of what we just did, please call it by it's proper name."
"What, you mean sex?"
"No stupid," he said with such a softness that made gentle warmth flutter within Miroku. His clasp on his koishii tightened and he nuzzled his head in the nape of the man's neck. "That my friend, was love making. Had you consummated a child with just some other woman then that would've been sex." A kind of pang was set of in Inuyasha's head for just a moment and then he allowed his eyebrows to arch. "Hey, wait just a god damn minute. You mean you've asked millions of girl to have sex with you and they ALL SAID NO?"
Miroku's face flushed entirely, rivaling the color of a clean sheet. Never in his life had he been so embarrassed. None of the pretty girls ever agreed. Just much younger ones and less attractive ones. He'd been entirely too picky.
Perhaps fate had a role to play in all this. Maybe his child was meant to be Inuyasha's. Wind tunnel, plus one forth the power of a pure Hanyou was sure to take Naraku down once and for all. Inuyasha'd truly done a great thing.
A smile crept across his face, as he'd just remembered he had a question asked of him Inuyasha'd wanted answered. "Well, they didn't ALL say no. I just never got around to any of it."
"Why not? I'm sure you've had plenty of opportunities."
"Perhaps I have," he started out, suddenly the whole truth becoming entirely too clear right in front of his own eyes. For what little time he had left to live, he'd share his heart with Inuyasha, if Inuyasha was willing to let him. "Or, perhaps I was too busy falling in love with you." That last part was said quietly, yet it had so much meaning to the half demon.
Inuyasha sighed solemnly.
Oh well, Kagome and Kikyo are out of the picture. I guess third time's always the charm.