|Talon (talonsage) wrote in puppy_and_monk,|
@ 2008-04-24 00:55:00
|Entry tags:||baby, daddy, kouga, little yasha, wolf cock|
Well, another roleplay makes it into fic. This was done awhile ago, and I just now got the urge to fic it. A few notes about it:
This is Little ‘Yasha universe.
My Kouga is more than a little OOC I suppose. I envision an older, more experienced, responsible wolf prince. This is how he is in my brain. This is how he talks. I have no control over him. Damnit.
jenerik_brand’s Miroku is a man whore.
This fic is very explicit. There is talk of shouta, but no actual pup-fucking.
In this AU Kagura did not slaughter Kouga’s pack.
Miran is Inuyasha’s best friend. She is a large, black, teenager wolf who was given the job of looking after him the first time they came to the den. She is quite devoted to little ‘yasha, and he to her.
I love to use the word ‘bitch’ in reference to Miroku. It makes me happy.
Course, I did this for jenerik_brand (HI DADDY!!)
By Talon and jenerik_brand
Kouga smiled and folded his arms. The puppy had just whistled. He knew that whistle...the loud, ear-splitting, bone humming whistle that signaled the arrival of his monk and his pup. They were coming. Which meant one of two things. Either the puppy needed a healer's attention for something, or his monk needed relief. Either way, it was a welcome sound, and he noted his pup's favorite ookami and wolves were already restless. Miran had already catapulted herself through the waterfall to get Inuyasha herself, and Hakkuku was presently getting them. He could go himself...but he liked it better this way. The waiting was delicious.
He needed this. He could feel it accumulating. It was an ache, like guilt but much sweeter because he knew what would come of it. It started with his libido; he would have to finger fuck himself. Then it became the voice in his head- a long list of all the things he should not do being articulated by his wolf. Then it became the need. Inuyasha, bless him, he understood. To be a better man Miroku had to seek absolution again. And absolution came in a pair of blue eyes, long, long legs and a lethal cock.
Miran was so tall, she could lick his face standing flat on her paws, and he giggles. He's still holding Daddy's hand even as Miran licks his ears and it makes him shriek. "Daddy...Daddy..." *giggle* "Daddy, Hakkuku asked if you were ready...are you?"
"Re-ready?" He grins. Wolves are more direct about sex, he knows. It still takes time to get used to it. "I suppose...." He looks away so they will not see the blush. He can not help it, though. They know his very self, this whole pack. They are family, really. "He is waiting for me, isn't he?"
He nods. "Yes. Kouga is waiting. Just a second Miran." He holds his arms up for Daddy to pick him up.
"Baby." He picks up his little love and gives him a kiss. "Are you excited about seeing your friends?" He can't wait much longer.
"Yes. But I wanted to get a kiss from you and a hug too before we go in." He smiles. He doesn't mind this at all. When he was first here...it scared him. The first time. And maybe another time. But he understood better now. "You are the best Daddy," he says in his most serious, little old man voice.
"You are the best Baby." He kisses him nose. "Ever." He kisses his lips and twirls around as they kiss. "I love you," he hugs him tight and nuzzles his neck. "Love you so, so much."
"I know." He giggles at the whirling and clings to him. "I love you Daddy. Okay." He kisses him one more time. "Okay. It's time. Put me down, so Hakkuku can take you." The ookami is waiting patiently, smiling. "An' Miran will take me."
"Ah." He lets him go, then he is gone, himself, lead by a very friendly- as usual- Hakkuku, who seemed to feel a need to sniff his sandals before they went off. As per usual. "They are new, good leather strapping," he explained. Everything was new as a matter of fact. New robe, new beads, washed hair, scented skin. Gods, he was nervous.
"Daddy likes to primp for Kouga," he explains to Hakkuku as he climbs on Miran's broad, strong back and grips her ruff in his hands. "We stopped last night at Geisha Mommy's specially so he could get all clean." With that, Miran bounds through the falls and to Kouga. His wolf father grabs him up at once, checking him over. "I'm okay Kouga. But Daddy is coming," he grins as Kouga chuckles and noses him.
"Good. I am pleased you aren't hurt. But you will be checked out by Hina and Kiba before our time is up." He props his pup on his hip, waiting for Miroku. "I will take care of your Daddy, never fear pup."
He was following Hakkuku, going over his list in his head, fussing with the silk catch in his hair when he saw him. He was standing there, grinning with Inuyasha on his hip. It was the most natural, wonderful picture. He couldn't help but beam like a boy. His cheeks felt like they were on fire but he did not care. "Hello," was all he could say as he stood there like an idiot.
He looks up as the monk comes through with Hakkuku. Gods he's beautiful. His hair was longer than last time, and everything is new, he can tell. Clothes, hair, even the prayer beads are new, and he wonders what Inuyasha thinks about that. He beckons with a finger for the monk to approach him.
Something...he knows to be quiet right now. In fact everyone is quiet. Watching. Still. He knows there at least three of Kouga's female lovers around...he can smell them, and even they’re quiet.
He comes to him with out hesitation. He can't take his eyes off of him. There is something elemental, something so raw about him. He feels his face turn even redder. Gods, he loves Inuyasha. He would do anything for him, but he needed Kouga in a different way. In a way he would never dream of making Inuyasha.... he needed some one to answer to. Someone to put him in his place.
He stands up, off the rock he was leaning against and points to his feet, indicating for his monk to kneel there. Inuyasha's breath is warm on his shoulder and he strokes his ears, comfortingly.
He kneels there, happily. He does not look up until he knows it is right. Does not say a word. He simply knees. Gods, it feels better, already.
He smiles, watching his monk kneel. "Good boy," he says approvingly. He pulls the silk tie from his monks hair and runs his claws through it. Clean and fresh scented. And he could smell the musky scent of his monk. Gripping that hair he pulls his face to his groin, judging his monk's need.
He takes the hair tie Kouga hands to him and pulls his own hair back with it, tying it with deft, small fingers as he watches Kouga and Daddy, still sitting in the curve of Kouga's arm*
He gasps. All that scent and texture- the fur from his wrap, the hard flesh behind it. That is going to be his reward when they are done. To be given so much so soon? Oh, what a gift. He nuzzles and moans in gratitude. So much gratitude. He will make sure he is worthy of this. "Kouga..."
He nods to himself, then kisses Inuyasha with a wolf's kiss, licking his nose and cheek. "Go with Miran pup. Come to us if you need." The puppy is the only one allowed to so much as think of interrupting Kouga when he's fucking. Ever. Except in the case of true pack danger, but that went without saying. He sets him down, still holding Miroku's face to his groin.
"Yes Kouga." He pauses though and takes Daddy's hand and kisses the palm. "I love you Daddy." Then he trots off with Miran and the other pups.
"I love you too." It was meant to sound sweet but it sounded a little ridiculous when he had his face shoved in the wolf's crotch. his paw was a blessed weight on his head. He rubbed his face into the fur and took long, deep breaths. His cock was already pulsing.
He turns up the monk's face, cradling it in his hands. "So beautiful, my little houshi-bitch. Are you ready then?" The pack stirred around them. They all knew...this wasn't new. His little bitch and his bitches pup were pack too. It meant something humans could never understand. Except perhaps this human, and he strokes his claw softly along that full bottom lip. Yes. This human...this monk...his bitch...understood. "I am certain you have much to tell me...much to atone for." His bitches stirred in the background. They were jealous of the monk. He had marked him after all, and thus far he had not marked another living being. None of his bitches carried his mark, mating or otherwise. Just the one between his feet right now.
"So ready." Miroku turns and kisses a palm reverently. He aches for so much more. He knows it is not his place to ask- nor does he want it to be. He's only supposed to do as he is told. It is a blessed relief. No decisions, no responsibility. Just to be a good boy. And he will be. He looks into those big blue eyes and sighs with relief because he knows Kouga will take care of everything. "I do. There's so much I need to atone for. I need you so much."
"Good." With that, he pulls the ties of his kilt and tosses it on the nearby rock. This is deliberate. He is asserting his dominance publicly. But it is for Miroku, truly. When he comes to him like this...needing...all he does is for the monk. This is no different. He holds the houshi's head still with a grip like iron in his hair and he rubs the leaking head all over the monk's face. "Submit," he says softly, holding Miroku's head so he can't take his cock into that greedy, needing mouth. "Submit to me, my bitch."
He knows what to do. With every eye watching them, as his face is pressed into wolf cock, as he squirts deliberately all over his face he says what he must. What he wanted to say the moment he saw the wolf: "I submit ....in body....mmmf.... mind and spirit." It is hard to talk when your face is being cocked up. "I am your bitch. Kouga's bitch." He can feel those eyes watching. The jealous partners. The blinking pack members. Inuyasha. Everyone. They all knew anyway. But this meant so much- Kouga was making a very public statement to his pack. Gods, he felt so cherished.
"That is my good boy," he croons. He smiles reassuringly at Inuyasha, nodding to him. The boy knew, but he needed pretty constant reassurance. It came from being so badly abused as such a young puppy. That was fine. He'd reassure him as often as he needed it. "You are a very good little bitch Miroku. Very good. And you know what I do to my good bitches?"
"Tell me?" He wants so badly to suck that cock. Oh, gods. He knows he will be given everything in good time so he tries to be patient. But he is not a patient man, damnit. This is going to teach him patience, he is sure. "What do you do?" He hoped it was what he thought it was. Oh, please be what he thought it was....
"I reward them. I reward my good bitches. I give them what they want." He undoes Miroku's robes, having been given a tutorial in unfastening them without ripping them from Inuyasha, and pushes them down around his shoulders. Just enough so that they restrict his arms...and show his mark to the rest of the pack. "You are a good bitch, Miroku...a good bitch, and a good father who knows when it is time to release his responsibility for a time. And so I will reward you. Open your mouth for me, houshi-bitch."
He does. As wide as he can as he looks up at his Prince. Those words. He felt so touched. No one ever said such kind things in regard to his parenting, to his love for his son. His wolf always knew what he needed. Always knew. That mark is beginning to sting, it is the damnest thing- it always did when it was exposed to Kouga. It was like an itch. Gods, he wanted to feel all that come slide down this throat. His Come, his Prince, his fuck- he wanted to give him something back in return for all this warmth. Warmth he cherished, even if he did not merit it. He would, one day.
He smiles and presses his cock into that open mouth. As a show of dominance, it rated up there at the top. But it was also a show of trust. He trusted his bitch to not bite him, and he was showing the entire pack. Also he was showing them just what a good cocksucker looked like as he grins and slowly makes the entire, leaking thing vanish into Miroku's throat. "Suck it for me, houshi bitch. Show me what a good bitch you are."
He wanted to badly to use his hands, to put them on his ass. But, oh! Kouga had everything under control. His paw was pressing his head further…further.... The gagging, he had to breath deep and concentrate, but he could control that. The head of his cock pushed its way down his throat. Sweet and sour and hard and rough- yesss..... Control me. Make me better. Show me how. Show me how....
"Such a good boy," he croons. "Such a good, good bitch you are. Now I am going to fuck your face, my good boy, because I know that is what you want." All around are murmurs of approval, and awe, and there's a snort from where the pups are, and he can hear Inuyasha's voice clearly saying, "'Course he can take all of Kouga's cock. He's not a GIRL..."
Fuck his face! Oh BLISS. He relaxes his throat as much as he can and exhales slowly, waiting for the rush. Cock in his mouth, ramming down his throat. All the sweet tension and soft moaning. All the sick words. And the come. All that come- just for him! He forgot the crowd. He couldn't care less. He was going to get it, good!
He cradles that beautiful face in his hands, pulls his hips back and begins to fuck. His hands are gentle, caressing and loving and the kiss of his cock is this side of brutal, animalistic. The way his pretty bitch wants it. And he can take it. It's beautiful to see his bitch slobbering all around his cock, to hear the muffled moans, to see his eyes watching him...trusting him. He would never violate that trust. And he slams again, shoving his cock down, Miroku's nose squashed against his fur down there.
He loves it. Loves it so much. Gentle and rough all at once. Fuckish and tender. Cruel and kind. That is his wolf. His wolf. He sucks with every withdrawal and swallows with every thrust. He makes sure his teeth never, ever touch the foreskin and that his tongue is flush underneath. Gods, those gentle fingers and those blue, blue eyes...
"Mmmm...you do know well how to suck cock, pretty monk." He grunts and thrusts faster, panting now..."I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth until your lips are bruised and you choke on my come." Though he probably WON'T choke...he was quite well versed in swallowing. "And you will thank me...after." Another time he might move Miroku's head to suit his own pleasure, but that is not how this fuck will be. This fuck is gentle hands, loving hands and fast, hard cock down his throat. "Soon, pretty bitch," he pants. "Very soon..."
Oh, gods he could tell Kouga was close without the warning. The throbbing cock, the turn of his hips- he liked to rotated them in a little circular motion right before he was ready- and the hitch in his breathing were all clues. He was going to get what he wanted.... So soon! He looked up and whimpered. He would thank him in any way possible. Oh, yes.
He smiles, his breath hitching again. He did love his little bitch. And any question that some of the pack may have had about his bitches devotion would be shut up today. That wasn't why he was doing this. No. It was just a handy side effect. "Good boy...yesss...fuck..." There it is. He howls suddenly, shoving once, then pulling back so the monk can taste every swallow. Holding his head so that his cock rests between those lips, on that tongue and holding the monk's eyes with his own.
There was so much of him, and it was blasting into his mouth as he stared up into his wolf's eyes. He gurgled, sucking the tip gently before he gave his first swallow. A squirt splurted out from between his lips and dribbled down his chin. Damn! But he could not lick that up, since his Prince still had his cock in his mouth. So Miroku continued to stare up into those blue eyes and suckle his cock like a good boy.
He pants slightly, and he notes the dribble of come down his chin. He didn't manage to get it all...that was okay. He was suckling and swallowing now...fuck...it was so good. Gently he pulls his cock from that bruised mouth and inhales deeply, keeping his hand resting on the top of that head. "Don't you lick that," he warns softly. With his other hand he swipes a fingertip along the slit of his softening cock and rubs the come into his mark, looking around at the pack as he does so. His stare is warning, dominant and a challenge. His two most loyal...he knows they are...Ginta and Hakukku kneel at once. His favored wolves aren't far behind...Heen, List, Shika...
It hurt! Gods it hurt- good! He bent his head and let his Prince do what he would. He had an idea of what it meant, and he felt a flush over his cheeks. He did not know if he was worth this sort of thing. Inuyasha... he would need to know what this meant for his boy. He knew it could never be bad, but he needed to know what.
He stares until all of the pack has acquiesced and submitted to his dominance. He nods and waves his hand...dismissing them, and suddenly everyone has something else to do, and noise starts up all around them. Fires need poking and pups need feeding, and mates need grooming, and several pairs desperately need sex apparently. Good. He tips the monk's head up and squats down, kissing him, licking up that dribbled spit and come, sucking his tongue into his mouth and shoving his own down that pretty throat. Kiss of tongue and lips and teeth and blood. "You did good. Good boy."
"Thank you." He lets him dominate the kiss. "Forgot to thank you. And need to say it again." He loves this kiss. This hard, rough, bloody kiss. "Gods, what happened?" He whispers against his mouth. "I only have an idea." He looks into his eyes. "It felt amazing, though."
He chuckles. "I affirmed my mark, and asserted my dominance over my pack. I do that frequently...the asserting dominance thing...but the mark? It's a little different." He lifts him up in his arms easily, snagging his kilt and heads towards his cave. This wasn't the summer den, so his cave was an actual cave.
Kouga is the only one who can hold him like this, like he is a child. He puts his head on his shoulder and sighs. "You feel so strong." He nuzzles the muscle, kisses it. Kisses his ear, kisses his neck. "I need you so much, Kouga." They reach the cave. "I've been a terrible person. I just hope you..." He shuts himself up and licks that wonderful, salty neck.
He chuckles again...deep in his chest. "You just hope I what, houshi-bitch?"
"Please fuck me afterwards, no matter what I say?"
He ducks slightly to enter the cave and heads to the back where his bed...nest of furs and silks and such...is, sitting down with the monk in his lap. "Of course." He strokes his face. "You're my bitch, Miroku. I wouldn't be much of an alpha if I didn't fuck my bitch when he so so obviously needs it, now would I?"
Alpha. The word gives him a shiver. "Is that what you are?" He likes that. It makes him smile. "Gods you HAVE to fuck me. I'm practically fisting myself, I need it so badly." He nips his collar bone. "I could not help myself, you know. I HAD to come up here and see you." He nips his shoulder, his ear. "Had to. You do things to me no one since Daddy-" He stops talking and presses his forehead against his shoulder.
Hmmm...he has a feeling...well...it's pretty obvious when he mentions his father. Sometimes his monk needed absolution. Always he needed release. But this time? He cuddles him and noses his hair. "Tell me. About your Father. I wondered why you fuck Inuyasha...is it because your Daddy fucked you?"
"Yes." His voice is very small. "As did his father." He closes his eyes. "People tell me it is wrong. Humans. Whores even." He is whispering now. "Sometimes I thin it is wrong, too. Sometimes I think on my foster father's words, or Inuyasha's brother's words and I wonder what kind of man I am."
He strokes his hair. "I wonder," he smiles a little. "I wonder what 'Yasha would say if you said no to him, hmm?" That wasn't the point, and he knows it, but it is an amusing thought. "Why do you think it is wrong sometimes?"
"Sesshoumaru said something about how I congratulate myself for being so noble rescuing him from rapists only to-" He sighs. "Inuyasha would cry incessantly if I said no to him. But there are those who say he loves it only because he knows no better. Only because I taught him nothing else." He rubs his eyes before he faces Kouga. "I want to be a good father."
"Tell me. Why do you fuck him?" He doesn't elaborate...he doesn't say...and I want the truth. Whatever Miroku tells him will be the truth. He knows that, and he won't insult his bitch by implying otherwise. His voice is neutral, and he never stops petting his hair.
"I love him. Love to mm-make him come. Love how beautiful he-" He closes his eyes and leans into the petting. "I get so hard around him. I can't resist him. Ever since I first saw him, I knew I wanted him. I loved him. I wanted to protect him and make him happy. What part of fucking isn't about that?" He laughs. It's a strange sound. "I love him so much."
"And did you fuck him when he was hurt from the rapes he suffered? Did you ever force yourself upon him? Have you ever raped Inuyasha?"
"Never." Miroku is adamant. "I would sooner kill myself then ever let him go through anything like that. Ever."
"What did you do when you first had him...when he was still injured and frightened from those monks who abused him? What did you do when he was scared and cried and said no if something you did scared or hurt him?"
"Comfort." Miroku remembers. "I gave him comfort. Care for his wounds- as best I could. And I taught him how to have pleasure." He can remember how vulnerable he was. How scared. "That was when I made the choice. I could have kept my hands to myself. I could have. I-" He shakes his head.
"You could have? Truly?"
Miroku frowns. "What are you saying?"
"Let me say it so...why did you make the choice to do such things?"
"Want. Need." He looks at his cursed hand. "Love?" He groans.
"For him. Why for him? It could not have been for your own selfish pleasure, was it?"
"It was." He whispers this. "Well, if it was then I am disgusting. If I say it was for his needs I am kidding myself, as well as disgusting."
"I see. It is true, a child that young does not have sexual needs...per se. But I also do not think that you were entirely selfish when you first had Inuyasha." He has more to say on that...but it will wait. "I want you to tell me...tell me how your father loved you."
"As... I loved him. I try to remember how my father loved me, always." He looks to the side. "He would show me how my body felt pleasure. He made me feel so good. I never- He took care of me. Took care of everything. Told me when I was good. Taught me better when I was bad. And he loved me."
"Mmhmm." He kisses the top of the monk's head. "Do you remember the first time your father fucked you?"
Yes." He closes his eyes. "He took me to a very nice inn. I learned how to write my name. He bought some sugar plums for me and some oil. I found out why. I was happier about the oil than the candy. I always loved being fucked." He laughs softly. "Always loved the feeling."
"How old were you?"
"Seventh year, maybe?" He shakes his head. "I think so. Perhaps. It is all a blur to me."
"And you were so young when his void took him. This...Inuyasha told me." He smiles at the surprise on Miroku's face. "Oh yes...he tells me alot about you after you've passed out. He loves you...he wants to be sure I know how to take care of you "the right way" as he puts it."
“The 'right way,' huh?" He smiles and kisses his shoulder. "He is almost like the older between the two of us. Sometimes." He runs his tongue over the line of his tendon. "You taste so good, wolf. I missed this taste." He kisses here he was licking.
"Yes. He does have the manner of a wise, old man sometimes." He smiles at the licking. "It makes me happy that my taste pleases you, little monk." He tips his chin up. "I want to know...your father taught you pleasure...and love, yes?"
“He did." He looks into his eyes. "He taught me to love how it can make me feel. To enjoy it. To do what I feel." He looks at his lips but does not kiss. This is not the time to kiss lips. "I wonder if he was wrong."
"It is possible, of course. We are all fallible. None of us can know everything. But perhaps your unique circumstances make something that on the surface might seem wrong...acceptable." He lifts and kisses the cursed hand. "Nothing could make raping a child acceptable," he says, his voice grave. "But I can tell that was not done to you, nor is that what you do with Inuyasha. And wrong or right...it is how you were raised. It is how you were loved. And how he was loved, and how you love your son. Love..." He holds Miroku's gaze with his own. "Love is never wrong."
He watches his mouth when he talks. He loves the lulling sound of his voice. It is so reassuring. The words are hypnotic. "Thank you." There is a hitch in that. "Gods, I really needed to hear that. Hear you say that." He touches his jaw. "I don't want to give you any false ideas. I will always be a wanderer. I will always love Inuyasha. But I do love you. I think you understand."
"Of course I do. I would not ask you to be anyone but who you are Miroku. I want to tell you something, and I want you to listen, hmm? It is something I have thought about since the first time I knew how you love Inuyasha. Will you listen?"
He nods. No words- he wants to be as earnest as possible. This is the only time he lets his guard down and allows himself to be.
"Good." He settles back against the wall, removing Miroku's robes and stroking his mark, between his shoulder blades. "I have a cousin. She was born and raised in the Rock Wolf Tribe. It is a sister tribe to this one...a smaller one, but fierce, and loyal as Wolf Tribes are wont to be. A century or so ago...the actual numbers elude me...that tribe was attacked...divided by a rogue wolf tribe who was roaming at the time. They killed many humans as well as ookami and wolves as they did. It was...unpleasant. My father was one of the few ookami who discouraged the use of human flesh as a food source, even so long ago."
"Human flesh, while easy to obtain always has a nasty aftertaste." He chuckles. "It comes in the forms of brothers and husbands and sisters...all wanting revenge. So it was not an entirely...generous and selfless thing he did. But I digress. This cousin...she watched as her parents and littermates were slaughtered. She was badly injured, raped and left for dead."
He had heard of this rogue tribe. His grandfather even fought them once. Miroku arched his back as he stroked. "Raped?" He frowned.
"Yes. She was a tiny pup. The runt of the litter even. But she was the only one who survived, of her family. They had dragged her so far away from her tribe's location that no one searched for her. They had divided the tribe so effectively that they killed all but the oldest pups, and all but the most fit of the warriors, male, female, ookami and wolf."
"Gods." He turns his head. "Vicious monsters. What happened?”
"She was found, eventually...by a dog. And the dog took her to his home, and had her healed and cared for. And he offered to find her family and take her back. But she said no. She was afraid of wolves. Of her own kind. And frightened even more of the possibility of being raped again. She could still smell them, you see. All over her, inside her...those who had attacked her. You have seen how we approach sex...she was no stranger to the sexual act. But she was a pup...and had been a virgin, naturally. And she could not banish their scents or their tastes or their voices."
Miroku tilts his head. "What was her name?" He wonders... Could it be....?
He smiles. "Yes, you know her. She is Inuyasha's Ayame. But she was not always the powerful, confident bitch you know. Her fear became so great that she could not leave her rooms, in the dog's home."
"She is... divine." Her soapy breasts are legend in his mind. He even has to hold his hand sup and cup his hands in the air. "Ayyyyameeee." He mimics the sound he makes when, well..... he grins at Kouga. "Very healthy girl, these days."
"Indeed. But once, she was a frightened and hurt puppy. Like Inuyasha. She would do anything for her Lord, you understand. And she tried. At first he asked nothing of her. She was a child, and hurt. His healers saw to her, and his chefs prepared food she liked. But even though she tried, she could not heal. And though the food was perfect...she could not eat it. Her body healed...but what made Ayame herself was gravely wounded and dying."
Miroku sighs. "I try to be a good man, but I am bound by my own shortcomings and the decisions I made before. You take my regret away, Kouga. That is a gift so precious to me..."
He puts his finger to Miroku's lips and kisses his forehead. "Your son's brother...her Lord did more than save her life. He gave her life back. When it became apparent that what should have helped was not, he took matters into his own hands. I could tell you how it happened, and whom he consulted, and how many things he tried before resorting to what he did, but it is meaningless. He took the girl pup to his bed. Not once, but many times, until the memories he gave her chased the hurtful ones away. Banished them. And I see something of that in what you have done with Inuyasha. We speak, at great length, he and I...he remembers some truly horrible things."
Sesshoumaru? That arrogant bastard? He almost says something- but the kiss on the forehead. He is supposed to think. So he does. He is talking about sex as healing. Love as healing. He kisses his finger and looks into those eyes.
"It is what he does not remember...and what you said when we first met that makes me think. You want him to heal. On the inside and out. And you love him. Oh my little monk...you love him so much there is a reason I marked you as I did. Youkai have long lives and long memories. Without your loving, I wonder what memories might still haunt our boy. What fears might still cripple him? No one can know your son better than you. And I have watched you love him, more than once. And I am certain I will again. If I thought it was wrong, I would have stopped it."
"What does this marking mean? What does it have to do with him?" He is confused, now.
He strokes his finger over the mark. "Tell me what you feel when I touch it."
His knees band and his back arches. Something like a bolt of energy goes through him. He feels warm... warm.... "Warm!" He pulls himself back together. "That and l felt compelled to get on my hand sand knees." He grins sheepishly.
"And when I rubbed my come into it? Do you remember what you felt then?"
"Like something rushing through me. Something bigger than myself. I thought it was your energy."
"Indeed." He licks his neck. "I marked you...because you are pack, and family, and my bitch, and I want any youkai who sees you to know that. To know that if they chose to fuck with you, you have an entire pack behind you. And me." He cups his cheek. "But it is not a mating mark. I..." he searches for the correct words. "I do not have the right to mark you as a mate."
"I am his." Miroku says simply. "He is mine. I thank you for understanding." He nuzzles his palm. "I treasure this." He reaches back and touches above it. "You are so good to me; the gods know I do love you, Wolf."
"And now you see. Perhaps it might be wrong for others. But you understand. You are his father, and his lover. That is what is right for you, and for him. If it were not right for him he would act differently. Trust to one such as he does not come easily. It is not easily earned, nor kept. And he trusts you so perfectly. As you trust me my little monk. And perhaps more than that. The trust of a child is so very precious." He strokes his thumb over Miroku's cheekbones. "I treasure you, houshi. What you give to me. And I treasure how you love your child. I treasure how you raise him...to honor himself. To understand what he is. You unbound his youkai...or had it unbound rather as you could not do it yourself, once you realized how it was bound." He would never forget that. They had done it at Sesshoumaru's castle...and gods...the way Miroku had stepped into that room, with the unbound youkai...he would never ever forget that. "Do you know how many human parents would have done that? None that I know of. None."
"Kouga." His voice is husky and deep. "I came for absolution, I prepared myself for the spanking and you give me this." He will not cry. He wills himself to smile. "Every time I come to you, you rise above my expectations and give so much more. You..." gods forgive him, Kouga forgive him. He kisses him. Kisses him with all the emotion he can not say as he wraps his arms around him.
He kisses him back, cradling him; his head and makes a soft, purling growl. "I will always give you absolution, houshi. Always. You are my precious treasure." He lays him down in the furs and strips him of the rest of his clothing...the fundoshi...he presses his face to it, letting Miroku watch him. He loved how sometimes the monk, and the pup too wore the thing all twisted up in their ass crack. And the new sandals. Very pretty. His monk had gotten prepared for this visit. He pulls his hair out of its tie, tosses his armor aside and sits on his heels, considering. "Show me. Show me what you have been doing while you have been needing me, Miroku. Show me."
Miroku is usually proud of his perversion. Happy to show anyone who asks what he can do. No, suddenly, he feels his face turn red. It is not the act, it is the desperation, he realizes. "Alright." He spits in his hand and begins touching his cock with the other. He sits on his knees and reaches around, pressing one finger up his ass ,then two... oh fuck yes! Three. He needed more. He moans and presses a fourth as he jerks himself off, then- as the hard push finds his spot- he pushes his fifth inside. "This." He shivers. "I do this..."
He's impressed. Openly impressed. "Well, I think you can take your hand out of there now. Right. Now. And stop touching yourself. Immediately."
"Yes, sir." He responds right away and obeys, sitting on his heals with his hands on his lap.
"So obedient. And pretty." He's already thinking about how best he can get his cock deepest into that body. He did plan for this after all. "Stand up and come here." He points to a spot in his nest. "Right...here."
He does it, right away. His cock is so hard he feels like he is about to burst. "Yes, sir."
"Good boy," he croons. "Raise your hands...good...now grab..." He lifts him just slightly so he can grab the straps hanging from the ceiling. His toes are barely brushing the furs and he runs his hands down Miroku's sides. All stretched out.
He does it, and closes his eyes as he lets his head loll backwards. "Yes sir."
"Do you think you can hold on Miroku?" He scratches his nipples, licking his mark. "Do you think I can hold on while I fuck you so hard and deep you'll never, ever get me completely out of you?"
"I will!" He wiggles and whimpers at the attention. Oh, fuck he will.
He lifts Miroku's legs up, bending them at the knee and spreading him out. Lifts him easily, putting slack in the straps and positions himself at that entrance. "Tell me what you need, my bitch..."
"Need... you hard and fast up my ass!" He shudders. "Please...." He reaches, tries to find a way to say... "My alpha. Please fuck your bitch?"
He licks his mark again...then bites it and pushes up with his hips as he lets gravity push his monk down onto him. Hard, the way he knew Miroku liked it. Deep, the way he knew his bitch needed it. He licks the blood dribbling down his back and whispers in his ear, "Do you feel how deep I am in you? Fuck Miroku, when I come, it'll dribble out your mouth. That's how deep."
He groans. It hurts. Hurt so so good. Just the way he needs it to hurt. When he bites, when he says... "OH, YEAAAAAH!" He arches his back and yells his name. He can not help it.
He sets a hard pace, letting gravity hold Miroku against him, using his hands to touch him, all over, his claws his fingertips...and his cock pistons in and out of him, hard and fast. The sound of sweaty skin slapping echoes in the cave, and he grunts every time he thrusts up, lifting Miroku up, just that little bit, and moaning when gravity brings him down when he pulls back.
Up and DOWN. Hard and fast. He was dreaming of his cock. And his way is incredible. The best. His back arches. "Please- HARDER, Kouga."
"YES!" He needs this. To feel him so deep inside. So deep and hard. "As hard as you can!" So hard he cannot walk, can not think straight anymore.
Oh, he does...he is. His thrusts will leave bruises on that backside, bow his legs for a few days, and he'll leak pink afterwards. "Come for me, precious bitch. I want to smell your come...smell it spatter all over you. Come like you love me, Miroku."
"Oh... I....I..." He can feel his soul leaking out. "I do LOVE YOU!" He explodes all over himself.
"I know." He whispers in his ear. He whispers it as he smells the come, and he spends himself into Miroku. Fuck...he came so hard...he wants to collapse, but he can't. He can't give into the trembling limbs and the dizziness...he unclenches Miroku's fingers from the straps, and carefully lays him down before collapsing beside him and jerking him close, licking his face. "Gods fuck Miroku..."
Miroku opens one eye. One thing he loves his how predisposed Kouga is to a good post-coital experience. He likes the holding and the sleepy feeling. And he has to say it again: "I love you." A different love than the one he shares with Inuyasha.
"I know. I love you too, precious." He kisses his nose. "And I love our pup. You need to know...should anything happen to you, I will take Inuyasha. I won't let anything happen to him." He strokes Miroku's face. "Rest now, hmm?"
"Thank you." He touches his face. "Gods what would I be without you?" His eyes close before that can be answered.
Kouga chuckles softly. "Without a doubt, you would be yourself, Miroku...just as you are now." He kisses the lax mouth that responds just a little...sweetly even in his slumber to the pressure. A few minutes more and he opens his eyes to a wriggly presence who has situated his small, naked self between them, with large, solemn amber eyes. "Hello pup. Don't wake him."
"I won't. I wanna snuggle an' sleep with you an' Daddy."
“Come here then.” He makes room as Miroku sighs in his sleep, just softly, smiling as Inuyasha snuggles up to his father. He strokes those soft puppy ears and pulls a fur over the three of them. His family. While they denned with the pack he intended to enjoy every moment of having them close. With a contented sigh he snuffles Inuyasha’s ruff, then Miroku’s and closes his eyes.