kinkfest | Inu Yasha (Miroku/Inu Yasha)

Title: Worse Than the Disease
Author:

rosehiptea
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dubious consent.
Word count: 479
A.N.: Prompt: Inu Yasha, Miroku/Inu Yasha: forced orgasm - a monk's remedy. And it's still July 2 here!

Inu Yasha sat down on the rocks and arched his back slightly, hoping that no one could see him. The last thing he wanted was for any of the others to figure out he had any weakness, especially Kagome, who might blame herself for riding around on his back. But the next thing he saw was Miroku, approaching through the trees.

The monk sat down next to him. "Back hurts?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Inu Yasha snapped. "Leave me alone."

As he arched his back again Miroku chuckled. "I can help you cure that," he said.

"What do you mean?" asked Inu Yasha.

"It's an old monk's remedy. You have an orgasm to relieve the pain."

"I- what?"

To Inu Yasha's shock, Miroku reached into his hakama.

"Hey, stop that! If I want to come I can do it by myself. And I don't believe your cure anyway!"

But by the time he was saying "cure" Miroku's hand was around his cock and he was rapidly stiffening under the monk's touch. The monk's hand was warm and rough, nothing like a woman's, but the touch still made Inu Yasha wish with part of his mind that Miroku wouldn't stop. He directed his attention to the monk's other hand and its wrappings as Miroku continued his attentions.

"I have trouble believe you're not enjoying yourself when you're this hard," said Miroku with a grin.

How could he not be hard with Miroku rubbing him like this?

"I'm not hard for you, I'm just-" Inu Yasha bit his lip as Miroku's hand rippled over his shaft. He was damn good at this, touching Inu Yasha just the way he liked, and it was hard to resist.

"Stop it," he said, very weakly this time.

Now Miroku's hand was moving up and down and Inu Yasha was having trouble thinking of anything but what was happening. He began arching his back again, this time to match the rubbing motions Miroku was using on him.

Miroku passed his palm over the tip of Inu Yasha's cock and rubbed the fluid collecting there down his shaft.

"Ah- Crap- Miroku- I told you I could do this myself- Now I'm gonna-"

Miroku increased his hand motions until Inu Yasha felt himself at the brink, his cock aching. How was the monk so good at this? He decided he didn't really want to know the answer to that question.

"Are you sure you want to do this by yourself?" Miroku let go for a moment.

"Ah- I'm so close I-"

The monks hand closed around his balls and squeezed. Inu Yasha groaned, shuddering and spilling himself over Miroku's hand.

"Why the hell did you do that?" he shouted.

"Didn't it cure your back?" asked Miroku.

"No!"

But as the monk walked away, humming softly to himself, Inu Yasha realized that his back felt perfectly fine.