Summer was filled with psychiatrist sessions, therapy days and more tears. He came to as many sessions as he could and always offered his hand for me to hold. Some days I took it and other days I'd muster enough strength to be fine with him just being there. Some days were easy and I spent those days helping my moms open their new shop to sell their jams, sauces and other baked goods they made. And some days were really difficult, unable to lift my body from the confines of my bed. My moms would try everything as they poked at my sad lump under the quilt I hid under. Even tried to coerce me with my favourite foods and they were tempting but I just couldn't seem to find the energy or gumption to get to my feet. Some of those days were the most annoying because they'd call him to get me out of my bed.
"Inuyasha! Put me down! Why the hell are you so strong?!" I shouted.
"Maybe if you ate more then maybe you'd be heavier. But I don't train not to be able to throw you around, Miroku."
I can't see his face but I know he's smirking. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me, a grown man, to be carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes? Making my mother laugh as I hiss at her betrayal. He was supposed to be in Miami, not force feeding me an orange!
Third year got harder and not just in the labs and course work but mentally too. I learn to talk to tutors and professors when I need help. I tried not to spend those times alone too often as I learned I could vent my frustrations to Kagura, Sango and even Kagome. I even got a little closer to Kouga and Hojo oddly enough. We shared an equal fascination for video games and Inuyasha's cooking. I meet Ginta and Hakkaku through Kouga and we get a kick out of watching Kouga attempt to court both of them. Though, I know they find everything he does endearing but it's still hilarious to watch them tease him. Especially when he's overwhelmed by the both of them.
Inuyasha and I got closer as well but on a deeper friendlier level. Close enough to meet his parents again, except this time it's not because of a fight or scuffle. Izayoi and Toga were very happy and welcoming to see me when I came to visit during the summer. On some of my darker days, I invaded his space to either talk about nothing and everything or just to be next to each other. He still stared at me with the same soft smile but he wasn't as touchy. And honestly I'd be lying if i didn't say i missed it. It didn't help that we all joined the gym. Sure, exercise was great for mental and physical health but you try remembering reps with that bastard lifting maybe twice or three times your body weight with ease. I mean, I already knew that he could lift me and definitely throw me around but when that's all the material you have other than your memories, you'd feel my pain too. Now I was the one finding excuses to touch him and honestly it's becoming a little frustrating.
We caved one night. Someone wanted an excuse to hold a party but it had chill vibes. The other students either were playing games on a someone console they brought with an audience or others were drinking, smoking and talking in different circles around the host house.
Bankotsu had shown his face and I had to make Inuyasha promise me not to cause a scene when the other man entered the premises. I was sitting outside in one of the patio chairs, trying to keep an eye on the two men while Bankotsu entertained a group with his ridiculous stories and terrible comedy but I couldn't concentrate on any of it. Too busy trying not to laugh too loud at the faces Inuyasha made, mocking whatever the other man said while he sat leaning back on the flight of stairs overlooking the lawn behind the group. I'll blame it on the half a blunt i smoking and my alcoholic beverage I'm drinking for making me extra giggly and finding Inuyasha scowling face hilarious.
I took my giggling self to sit close to him on the stairs. He gave me an annoyed look and huffed, his eyes shifting towards the other man and then back to me with a raised brow. I shrugged and shook my head as another fit of giggles erupted, finding our wordless conversation hilarious.
"I don't know what's in this but it's definitely making me too high already," I said, slurring my words before Inuyasha took the blunt to finish it for me.
"I'd rather be high than listen to this vermin talk shit," he says, exhaling the smoke from his lungs. I leaned closer, resting my head on his outstretched arm to whisper in his ear.
"I never got to ask but why do you hate that guy?"
Inuyasha turned his head to look directly at me, he was already closer but his arm I rested on pulled me closer.
"He's the biggest asshole, point blank. Used to pick on Hojo back when he was a scrawny kid and tried to do the same to me when I moved , Hojo is indifferent to him now. For me it's on sight. Absolute dick. Can I just hit him once? I promise I'll hit him hard enough to knock him out?", he asked, pouting.
"No no…pfft- stop it! Ha! You're gonna get expelled for…pfft- fighting." I tried to say with another fit of laughter emerging. My body was shaking against his side.
"I'd risk it all to see his head on a dirty stake," he answered, taking another long drag of the blunt. His face held a scary seriousness but it only made me wheeze harder.
"Glad you are finding my need to commit murder and manslaughter funny, Miroku," his voice sounded so nonchalant, causing me to roll back and forth, clutching my stomach.
"I'm sorry I can't help it," I say, trying hard to steady my breathing only to feel him chuckle next to me. His arm pulled me back closer to his side to allow Kouga to pass coming from up the stairs.
"What the hell is so funny?"
"Murder," Inuyasha deadpanned.
" Pfft- and- and whatever is in this blunt," I added.
"Ha! Great. I'll let Hakkaku know to get more," Kouga said before leaving us. Inuyasha was about to restart his myriad of faces while thinking of murder before I grabbed his face in my hands, directing his attention onto me.
" You can't think of murder if you stare at me, right?"
"No, but I might be tempted to do something else,"
His eyes lingered on my lips before directing his attention to the blunt, taking one last drag before dropping it into his cup.
"Huh. We have never kissed, have we?"
"No…..we've done everything else. Seems we skipped some steps," he said chuckling and leaning back to rest his head on the step behind him.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
"Don't ask me that, Miroku."
I moved my body upwards to lean heavily on his chest to look down at his now closed eyes. He was hiding, trying to avoid looking at me. I can see the colour of his cheeks change into a light blush and his jaw clenched. His nose was also becoming a lil redder with my finger lightly rubbing up and down its bridge.
"Why not?" I asked, pouting.
I can feel his heartbeat quicken underneath me as he took a deep breath, exhaling slowly like he was buying time. So I waited patiently. It wasn't very often I got to make him this flustered. I was honestly enjoying the power I seemed to have over the larger man and that power caused my leg to move on it's own to the opposite side of his body, making me sit in his lap. I almost moaned when his hands gripped my thighs as I put my weight on his chest.
"Miroku?" he breathes my name, the timbre in his voice deepening and rumbles below me.
"Inuyasha?" I breathe back, pressing my lips to his chin.
"Fuck, you aren't playing fair at all, huh? I'm trying hard to be respectful and you aren't helping right now," he says through clenched teeth and quickening breath.
I lean a little closer, ghosting my lips on his. His eyes snap open to stare into mine, pupils dilated and heavy with want.
"I don't remember ever telling you to do that and you never asked," I taunted, cocking my head to the side. He huffed and smirked.
"Should I start disrespecting you, then?"
"Please. Disrespect the fuck out of me," I say, whispering against his smiling mouth before pressing into a kiss. Ii felt his arm wrap around my waist and my hands held his face in mine. I could get addicted to this. Addicted to his soft lips, parting mine with his tongue to start a tango with mine. He tasted like smoke and tequila and I never thought I'd ever want more of it. And would have if there wasn't cheering and whistling?
We forget where we were for a second. Forgot we were at a party with many other people, being too consumed in our own little bubble.
"I've got condoms, if you guys need 'em," some guy shouted, making everyone laugh including us. I got up, pulling him along with me with a grin as I jingled his keys I swiped from his pocket before taking off in a run. I can hear more cheering behind me as I practically sprinted to the cottage that was thankfully close by.
I feel him collide with my back just as I reach the door. His hands are already a distraction, going under my sweater to caress my skin. His tongue licks the shell of ear, causing me to shiver and gasp. His other hand guides mine to push the key into the hole, turning the key to let us in.
Inside, I pressed myself against the door, panting from running and how hot my body was heating up from the look he was giving me. Fuck, I missed this so much. Our tops come off before grabbing each other into a lip lock. I moan loudly feeling his flushed skin against mine and under my hands trying to pull him impossibly closer. We stayed glued to each other as we moved up the stairs, trying to strip each of our remaining clothes moving to the bedroom.
I pushed him down to the bed before crawling on top and wrapped my hand around his cock. My mouth latches onto the side of his neck to his pulse, feeling him groan against my tongue as my hands stroked the thick shaft up and down. I grind my own against his leg and moaned when his hand grabbed my ass. His other hand grabbed my jaw to pull me up to give me a taste of him again.
"Need you now, baby." he growled, sucking my bottom lip in his mouth.
"Yes, need you so bad," I groaned, practically humping his leg. Our positions are flipped and his mouth latches onto my nipple, starting his ritual off of marking me as his. His hand pushes under the pillow by my head, pulling out a bottle of lube.
"Well…that was conveniently placed." I noted out loud. He sucked a red mark into my stomach before dragging his tongue up my chest.
" I left it there after I was finished jerking off," he says, pressing chaste kisses on my lips.
"Thought of me?"
"Always."
"Glad to know I'm not the only one frustrated." I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him down to kiss me deeper. I feel his already wet fingers press and slip inside and I moan with his tongue winning dominance over mine. His thick fingers slip easily inside and I shiver, missing the feeling of him fingering me like this.
"Touched yourself recently, love?" he asked,nibbling against my jaw.
"...Yes..I did before coming to the party. My vibrator isn't as- fuck….as big as you but-" I'm cut off by my own gasps and moans as his fingers started to thrust vigorously back and forth.
"Promise me that if I get a dildo shaped like my dick, you record yourself using it. Wanna see you fuck yourself to the thought of me."
"Yes! Yes..i p-promise. Anything….anything you w-want."
I groaned at the sudden loss of fingers as he kneelled between my legs to apply lube to his shaft. I hook my arm under my knees, bring my legs spreading my legs wider for him. He smiled at me, his gaze held a hunger that made me shiver and a heat wash over me.
"Look at you spreading open for me. Suck a good little slut you're being for me. Let me reward you with something good, then."
My head snaps back in a silent moan and my back aches as he pushes his cock inside me. He doesn't stop till he's fully sheathed inside and grunting curses above me.
"Oh fuck, you're so tight. God, I miss having you like this."
I can no longer form words as I've been reduced to moans and whimpers while my body shakes. Hot pleasure coursing through my body with every pant and shift of his hips as he waits for me to adjust. I buck up to indicate for him to move already and fuck, he didn't hold back.
The sounds of his hips snapping forward against me echoes loudly with the sounds I couldn't stop myself from making. My legs had moved to his shoulders and my hands gripped the sheet below me. His fat cock slammed consistently against my spot and I was seeing stars. My toes curled and uncurled the more he thrusted in me. I manage to moan his name amongst the intelligible nonsense.
"So good. So good. So fucking good, baby. All of you is mine now and me yours. Got it?" he grunted possessively down to me. He moved my legs off his shoulder and I wrapped them around his hips. His mouth found its place on the neck as my hand dragged my nails along his back.
"Yes….yes….oh fuck yes. All yours. All fucking yours, Inuyasha!" I whimper as I'm hit with a mind blowing orgasm. I silently scream as he continues to fuck me through it. He groans my name as his hips stutter and he's cumming while still thrusting in me, filling me up. My legs shake and his hips finally halt to push his cock deeper inside me.
He kissed up neck and along my jaw before reaching my lips, pressing a deep lingering kiss there. Pulling away, we stared into each other's eyes and panted to catch our breath as we had a silent agreement. I lick my lips and moan as I feel Inuyasha move his hip slowly back and forth and his mouth sucks on my nipple.
We had silently agreed we had to still make up for the lost time and wasted opportunities. The night was still young and we still wanted so much more of each other. Everything else can wait.