Hi all :)

This story is getting steadily more and more shonen ai. And more serious. Also, I do have a reason for the title; I'm actually going somewhere with this story. Eventually.

There's not nearly enough shonen ai fic out there for this fandom. If there is and I'm just not looking in the right places, please give me a hint. I'm doing my part. I'm not saying I don't like the gen ships, I happen to find Inuyasha and Kagome an adorable couple, but there's enough about them on the show- I'd rather read and write about Inuyasha with Miroku or Koga.

Warnings: Shonen ai- boys in love. If you don't like it, don't read beyond this point.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these pretty boys, I just like making them play :3

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Inuyasha's eyes widened. It was with great difficulty that he restrained himself from punching the monk away from him.

Sighing contentedly, Miroku leaned on the half-demon's shoulder, hand splayed possessively over muscular buttocks. "Absolutely wonderful," he murmured.

Pointed ears dropped lower and lower, and Inuyasha's mouth changed from a soft 'o' of surprise to a thin line of anger. "That's enough!" he growled.

Miroku smiled cheerfully at him. He removed his hand with exaggerated speed in obedience to Inuyasha's words. We never actually set a time limit, he thought to himself, and it's probably best to keep it that way. If I just stop whenever he gets cranky, that should work out just fine. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?"

"Keh!" spat Inuyasha, looking away. In all honesty… it hadn't been as bad as he'd feared. The monk had stopped as soon as he told him to. Inuyasha had been more than a little worried that Miroku would take any kind of permission as an invitation to do his octopus imitation all over again. Thoughtfully, he glanced sideways at the human.

"Hmm?"

"You're really… really going to stick by your word? Once a day, only… and then leave me alone until the next day?"

"Absolutely." Miroku smiled widely.

"Hn." His ears flicked. "I guess that's not so bad."

Another smile. He was very sure Miroku hadn't smiled this much in a long time.

"So… I don't understand. Does this mean you don't like Sango anymore?"

Miroku looked sharply at him, startled. "I- I don't know. I still like her. Of course. She's still a very attractive woman." He heaved a sigh, his face a little troubled now. "I suppose I've always been drawn to bottoms. I can't seem to help myself at all. I've never really noticed another guy's before, and when I suddenly saw yours… It's the perfect one. Really. I wasn't exaggerating."

Inuyasha sniffed dismissively.

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The stench was truly awful. Inuyasha gagged, his sensitive nose rendering him even more vulnerable to the beetle demon's noxious miasma. How insulting! The stupid creature was so weak he could have easily killed it with one swipe of his claws, except for that smell…

"Inuyasha!" Stepping forward with one sleeve pulled across his face, Miroku brandished his staff. "There are none of Naraku's insects here - should I use my Wind Tunnel on the miasma?"

"Yes! Why'd you ask, idiot?"

The monk grinned wickedly. "I'll use it for… we'll say three."

"Hn?"

"Three times a day."

"KAH!" spat Inuyasha, and hacked out a barking cough.

Miroku waited.

"Dammit, monk!" He coughed even more harshly, eyes watering. "Two!"

Nodding, Miroku pulled the beads away from his hand.

Finally succumbing, Inuyasha sprawled on his back, eyes swirling. "Damn… pervert…"

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"Is that…" Inuyasha approached, sniffing. "Is that the last cup of ramen? A beef one?"

"So it is," smiled Miroku, peeling back the lid and releasing a cloud of beef-scented steam. "I've been saving it. And I intend to enjoy it thoroughly."

Inuyasha sidled closer, leaning toward the instant noodles. He was very bad at concealing how much he wanted the snack.

Miroku stirred the noodles with his chopsticks. "Mmm. This stuff is very good."

On cue, Inuyasha's stomach rumbled greedily.

Black eyes glanced sideways.

The half-demon grumbled. "Dammit. Three times."

"Five."

"Three."

"Four?"

"One."

Miroku shrugged. "Three."

"Deal." Inuyasha pounced on the cup, slurping the first mouthful of ramen with a moan of pleasure. He didn't even protest when Miroku leaned into his side and slipped his arm around his waist, letting his hand slide downwards to its accustomed resting place.

Sighing happily, Miroku rested against the half-demon. He had been looking forward to those noodles, but was much happier with this result. He fitted his chin onto Inuyasha's muscular shoulder and readjusted his grip. The youth's small, urgent motions as he fed were vaguely pleasant, in a way he didn't want to think about very deeply.

No-one had ever allowed him this much access to their ass. Contentedly, Miroku let more of his weight rest on an uncomplaining Inuyasha, and almost absently nuzzled into pale hair.

Inuyasha stilled. What was the monk doing? He bit his lip, unsure- but then the salty taste on his lip reminded him of his noodles, and he returned to his food with a vengeance.

Miroku took Inuyasha's return to eating as a tacit permission, and pushed his face further into the mass of soft hair before him. Then, daringly, into the side of Inuyasha's throat.

This time, Inuyasha huffed in affront and pushed Miroku's face away with the back of his hand, not looking aside from the steaming cup.

Alright. There's a limit. He settled back against the sturdy back, feeling almost relieved. After all, he still wasn't sure what the hell he was doing.

All too soon, the noodles were gone.