Project Cup Of Sex
Cup #3: Miroku (InuYasha) x Kurama (Yu Yu Hakusho)
Author: scheherezhad
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own, not making any money, please don't sue.
Author's notes: Well, this was written in less than 24 hours because my Miroku!muse apparently knew exactly what he wanted. Yappity yap yap yap, that Miroku. Please send complaints to the Box of Sex, c/o Too Bad So Sad Enterprises, 666 Suck It Up You Whiny Baby Road, ATU, Hell 66666.
Feedback: Yes, please. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

"Stay back, demon!" Miroku commanded, his staff in one hand and a sutra in the other.

He didn't know where he was. One minute, he'd been asleep near Inuyasha, and the next, he'd found himself awake in a white room. The only feature of the room was another young man in a pink uniform; he had a great deal of demon energy.

"I mean you no harm," the young man said. "It seems that we're in the same peculiar situation."

Miroku glowered and kept his weapons in hand, though he lowered them. "Who are you, and where do you come from?"

"My name is Kurama. Where I come from...is a complicated question. One I suspect you may not be prepared to hear an answer to," he added, looking pointedly at Miroku's clothing.

"I know you're from a different time. So is my friend Kagome."

Kurama raised one eyebrow slightly. "I see. Are you a demon hunter, monk?"

"My name is Miroku." He cautiously put his sutra away and shifted his grip on his staff. "My friends and I destroy the demons who plague our homeland," he confirmed.

"We have something in common, then."

"Hn." Miroku paused and studied Kurama for a moment. "You aren't showing your true form."

"No, I'm not. I only have access to my true form in times of great need."

They fell silent. By some unspoken agreement, they sat next to one another, backs to a wall. Kurama was easily one of the most attractive men he had ever seen. One might even call him pretty, but in a masculine way. Like Inuyasha.

Miroku let his eyes drift shut, and he thought of the last time they had bathed together in a hot spring. The girls had already had their turn, and Shippo was busy chasing fireflies, so it had just been the two of them. He had watched Inuyasha undress. When he'd gotten caught looking, he mumbled out an excuse that he was worried about one of Inuyasha's wounds.

The spring's bottom was slippery, and he'd lost his balance as he stepped in. Inuyasha caught him. For a moment, it was all hot, slippery flesh and too-fast breathing and wide eyes and pounding hearts. Then he apologized and moved away to sit where Inuyasha wouldn't see that he was aroused.

After a while, Inuyasha idly asked him if he ever let his hair down. He didn't normally wash it while anyone else was around, but he undid the tie and let the strands fall. Inuyasha had said it looked nice.

Inuyasha almost never gave compliments.

"Who are you thinking about?"

Miroku's heart pounded—he'd forgotten where he was. "I was thinking about a friend."

"A friend you would like to be more than a friend?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about her."

"Him," Miroku corrected. "He's...not like anyone I've ever known."

Kurama smiled softly. "I have a friend like that, as well. He's brash."

"And loud."

"Quick to jump into a fight."

"Slow to consider consequences."

"But he is viciously protective of those he cares about."

"And...in love with someone else," Miroku finished. "It seems that we have more in common than we thought."

Kurama turned toward him and leaned forward, cupping Miroku's face in one hand.

His mouth was cool and smooth against Miroku's chapped lips. Their tongues met somewhere in the middle, and they traded possession of the kiss back and forth for a while. They finally pulled back, both of them breathing harder.

"That was nice," Miroku admitted. "Could we...again?"

"Yes. Perhaps we might share a bit of mutual comfort here."

"To forget what we don't have," Miroku agreed. He gravitated back toward Kurama's mouth, his eyes sliding shut.

This kiss led to touching with increasing boldness, and finally, Kurama allowed Miroku to take him. Just before he fell asleep afterward, Miroku knew that this was an important step to healing his bruised heart. He hoped it was the same for Kurama.