Just for now
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 310
Pairing: Jakotsu/Miroku

"You're really very sexy, do you know that?" The saccarinely sweet voice whispered in his ears, as he crinkled his nose in disgust. His companion smelled like sweet flowers. . . and blood. Angrily he gazed up into Jakotsu's amuzed eyes, fearful of the admiration in them.

"What do you want from me? Don't you have some thing for Inuyasha, zombie?" The monk spat, totally embarrassed that he had been led away by the most flaming member of the Shichinintai, and captured, to have who knew what done to him. The feminine boy clucked his tongue and batted his eyelashes at the monk.

"Now, now, Houshi, you and I know that he's a hard one to catch, right?" Miroku stiffened uncomfortably at the teasing tone in the dead man's voice.

"What do you mean?" he demanded, as Jakotsu absentmindedly brushed a black strand of hair away from the bound monk's face.

"Oh, I've seen the way you look at him. . ." the warrior sensually stroked a finger down Miroku's cheek. "That look screams of darkness and touching and heated moans. . ." his hand trailed down the monk's robe and playfully tweaked a nipple. Miroku cried out, a sharp burst of anger, and arousal. Jakotsu smirked.

"And so what if I do? What's it to you?" Miroku panted angrily, trying to deny to himself that the Shichinintai was in fact a very beautiful man.

"Because Houshi," Jakotsu purred, "You and I both deserve a chance to relieve a little tension." His painted fingernails reached down to cup the swelling cloth that covered Miroku's manhood. Immediately, the monk's eyes widened in indignation, ready to yell, scream, anything. . . and Jakotsu claimed his mouth.

And he tasted good.

And Miroku thought, perhaps, this wasn't such a bad deal, at least until they finished their pleasureable time together, and became enemies once more.





yays!