Happy Bath Ending

A/N: Updated 8/23/7. You might want to have liquid refreshment on hand for the second half of this.


“I still can’t figure out this situation!” Sango whined impatiently, flinging Hirakotsu to the ground, making a rather large dent in the soil. Miroku shook his head in annoyance. After they finished burying the dead forest girl, they headed back to camp, solemn and quiet. Deep down he figured Sesshoumaru didn’t have anything to do with the girl’s murder, but since Sango was a demon slayer, understandably she assumed the worst.

“There’s nothing to figure out. There was a dead girl in the forest, and for some reason Sesshoumaru’s strikingly gorgeous, buxom, delicious servants were burying her.”

Sango glared at him. “They weren’t that gorgeous. Especially the one that paused to look back. She had googly eyes. And did you call them delicious?!! Miroku, they live with Sesshoumaru! They probably have fleas!”

Miroku sighed. The ‘googly eyed’ one was especially captivating. Her eyes were not googly, but soft and passionate. She dropped a beaded hair clip as she turned, one that was now safely tucked away in Miroku’s robes. Both women had the curious smell of cherry blossom on them, and he couldn’t stop thinking of them. But Sango was insecure and violent, so it was best to keep his newfound infatuation to himself. At least until the next time he saw Inuyasha. Then maybe he could find out about the beautiful curious woman and see if she will bear his children. If she had fleas, leprosy, an eyeball in the back of the neck, who cared? He'd tape one on his neck just to be like her.

Sango frowned at Miroku’s silence and pushed him on the side of the head. “What’s wrong? You want to go see Miss Eyeball again?”

Miroku snorted. “Why? Are you jealous?”

Sango feigned laughter. “Jealous? Are you serious? Jealous of what, exactly?”

Miroku sighed and walked away. “Never mind, Sango. Just never mind.” Sango narrowed her eyes at the dark purple robes leaving her view.

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“Shit!!!”

Sakura and Rin glanced up, surprised at the outburst. Suzuka was practically on the floor, pawing around about to cry.

“You said a bad word,” Rin whispered, itching to tell on her.

“Have you seen that pearl clip Lord Sesshoumaru gave me the other day?” She asked, choking back tears. She had it earlier, she knew she did.

“No, do you think you dropped it in the forest?” Sakura asked, both her and Rin on the floor, helping to look. Suzuka helplessly shrugged, tears running down her face, making her eyes puffy. She sat back on her heels, putting her head on her knees. She thought back to the last time she had the clip.

“I think maybe I did have it then. But then that monk and stupid slayer showed up! I bet she stole it!” Suzuka accused angrily. Rin shook her head.

“Those are Inuyasha’s friends. They wouldn’t steal.”

Sakura didn’t look convinced. “They might not steal from him, but they don’t know us. And that clip is very important to Suzuka. Your father gave it to her,” She explained to Rin, who nodded with huge brown eyes.

“I have to go look for it. I have to,” Suzuka said, standing and pacing. “You guys stay here, I’ll be right back.” And with that she was gone, leaving her sister and charge together to tickle each other and try the latest hair designs.

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Suzuka turned around in circles, making herself dizzy. The beaded clip was definitely not in the forest. She even sifted through the top of the dead girl’s grave, but found nothing but more dirt. She ran her hands through her hair in angry frustration, almost wanting to scream.

“Nothing makes me sadder than to see a beautiful woman so upset.”

Suzuka whirled around and narrowed her eyes at the monk, who was seated on the ground examining something in his hands. Her clip, to be exact.

“That’s mine. I would appreciate you returning it.” Her harsh voice startled them both. Miroku nodded and stood, walking over to her. She tensed up, and he looked sad at her defensive pose.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

Suzuka looked nonplussed. “Why should I beileve you?”

Miroku looked away briefly. “Because I have been hurt before.” The voice was small, and hit Suzuka hard. She turned her back to him and swept her salt and pepper strands off her neck, turning her head.

“Put the clip at the top of the bun. Please.” She shuddered when she felt Miroku’s breath on her bare neck and his fingers in her hair. The monk inhaled her scent, chery blossom also mixed with lavender and hyacinth. She licked her lips and felt herself leaning back into his chest.

“Um…what is your name?” Suzuka had to laugh at how young and inexperienced the monk sounded.

She slightly turned her head and smiled. “Suzuka. Suzuka Minamori.”

“Minamori? Of the Minamori healers?” Her smiled deepened. The monk seemed impressed. She slowly nodded, the sun catching one of her purple eyes.

“Please then, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Miroku, and I am a healer as well. Primarily a monk, but we have hidden talents as well.”

Suzuka turned and bowed. “I am honored to meet you. And I wonder just how hidden these ‘talents’ you have are.”

She had to keep from laughing as the monk hitched deep in his throat and turned crimson from her comment. She made sure the clip was securely fastened and bowed again.

“Forgive me, Miroku, but I must take my leave. Master Inuyasha and Lord Sesshoumaru will be back at any moment, and between my sister and Rin, the castle has probably been reduced to nothing but smoldering embers.”

Miroku laughed and nodded. “May I ask you something about Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru?”

Suzuka nodded.

“How long have they been…you know. Um…doing it?”

She laughed again, making the monk shiver. She was so pretty, it was hard to keep from reaching for her and holding her. “It hasn’t been very long. But Master Inuyasha is pregnant.”

Miroku grimaced. “Gross! I mean, uh wow,” He stumbled over his words after seeing the upset look on the woman’s face over his reaction.

“And I take it you won’t be telling the miko about that. She seems a bit unhinged.” Miroku shrugged. “She has her moments.”

Suzuka slowly nodded and took a few steps back from Miroku. “Okay…well I’m going to leave now.”

Miroku walked after her. “Please don’t. Not just yet. I don’t care if we just sit here silently. I just…like being here. With you. Do you mind?”

Suzuka looked warmly at him and shook her head. His eyes lowered sadly for a moment before she lowered herself to the ground, sitting Indian style. He smiled brightly and joined her, mesmerized by her aurora. She was warm and radiant, and didn’t make him feel like a chump. She made him feel special enough to blush shyly, and enough to make the person watching them extremely jealous.

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Sango trampled angrily back to the camp, aimlessly swinging Hirakotsu. How dare he make friendly with that nasty woman in the forest?!! For all she knew, that woman could be seducing him to try to find out more information on the jewel shards! Miroku was such an idiot! Angry thoughts coursed through the slayer’s body, making her seethe with malice. She really needed Kagome to come back, as she was really the only one left to talk to. Shippou was too young, Kilala couldn’t talk, and Inuyasha was as good as dead to them now.

Sango threw Hirakotsu down in anger and sat on it, drumming her fingers angrily over the boomerang. Should she sit there and wait for Miroku? For what? He would just be evasive and it would piss her off more. She was so upset, she didn’t even notice the demon sneaking in behind her.

“My my, aren’t we cross today?”

Sango quickly stood and faced Kagura, who had a simpering smile on her face. The slayer growled and advanced, making the wind sorceress hold up one of her feathers in defense.

“I didn’t come to fight, exterminator. I came with a proposal.” Sango paused and narrowed her eyes, signaling that Kagura better make it fast.

“I saw the monk and Sesshoumaru’s servant in the forest. This bothers you, correct?”

“So?!!” Kagura flinched at the venom in Sango’s voice.

“Do you realize if you had the jewel shard you could make him love you, right?” Kagura’s red eyes danced mischievously, and Sango felt sick for wanting to hear more.

“He already loves me.” Her voice did not hold enough confidence for Kagura. She giggled and down, baiting Sango more.

“When you are out of denial, summon me. Use this.” Sango caught the smallest sliver of shard, an almost obsidian colored shard, with a deep but faint purple miasma radiating off of it. She looked up, but Kagura was gone, the only proof she had even been there was a small feather that was wafting to the ground. She licked her lips indecisively and attached the shard to Hirakotsu, and continued back to camp, not realizing that she wore a sinister smile on her face.

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Inuyasha sighed, the walk taxing him. There were a few times when he almost collapsed, but Sesshoumaru’s strong arms were there to catch him. Arms. Chisato had given Sesshoumaru a great and noble gift, but it did nothing to ease the pain that Inuyasha innately felt for being the one that chopped the arm off to begin with. He was sure that Chisato felt strain over it as well, since her stellar mothering skills where what drove Sesshoumaru to be a slow melting block of ice.

“Do you need to carry you, baby?” Inuyasha looked up angrily at Sesshoumaru‘s words, but the youkai wore a soft look, seriously wanting to help if needed. Inuyasha relaxed, knowing he wasn’t being teased and nodded, allowing Sesshoumaru to pick him up bridal style and carefully cradle him against his chest. They weren’t far from the castle, but they both liked the warmth and intimacy of being in close proximity, and Sesshoumaru was so proud at being able to hear his daughter’s heartbeat within Inuyasha. The hanyou closed his eyes and leaned against his brother, only to open them and look around again.

“Miroku is somewhere around here.”

Sesshoumaru paused, sniffed, and nodded. “So is Suzuka.”

Inuyasha smiled wickedly. “You think they are doing it?”

Sesshoumaru puckered his lips and shook his head. Inuyasha frowned and gently flicked the bridge of his nose. “I know but I can smell arousal in the air. Aside from yours, I mean.” He yelped when Sesshoumaru pinched his thigh not so gently.

“Hey, hey, domestic violence! Abuse!” Inuyasha cried out before being muffled by Sesshoumaru’s hand. “Shh…if you are loud then we can’t spy. Idiot,” The youkai lord hissed, sounding angry, but nothing but happiness and mischief in his eyes. Inuyasha nodded silently, and after a few moments of walking around, they spied their friends in a grove, chatting away.

Sesshoumaru ducked down low and pinched Inuyasha again to stop him from laughing. They were far away enough as to not be seen, but close enough to hear practically every word said. Miroku was going on about some binding spell he was trying to perfect, and by the way Suzuka’s eyelids drooped, she was not interested. Inuyasha had to fight blowing their cover and screaming how Miroku’s game was whack and how he should stick to praying and tying his ponytail since dating was not for him. He became impressed after seeing the monk take Suzuka’s hand and kiss it gently, making the woman blush.

“I wonder if they will exchange bodily fluids,” Sesshoumaru whispered lowly.

Inuyasha frowned. “Do ya have to sound so scientific? You make it sound like they are gonna pee in cups and give them to each other. Wrapped and bowed, of course.”

Sesshoumaru roughly grabbed Inuyasha by the neck and put him in a gentle but firm half-nelson, pulling him onto his body. “You and your damn mouth are getting on my nerves. You know once we get to the castle that ass is mine!!”

Inuyasha moaned sensually and licked at Sesshoumaru’s arm, making his brother growl and bite at his cheek. Inuyasha started to gyrate on the youkai’s body, intentionally arousing him. Sesshoumaru loosened his grip and held Inuyasha’s face in place with his hand and lowered his lips to kiss him, slowly at first and then growing in passion.

“Don’t think for a moment I am beneath taking you here, practically in front of them,” Sesshoumaru panted after breaking their kiss. Inuyasha looked at him, searching his eyes.

“Would you really make love to me…now…in this forest? Would you take this flesh of mine,” He said, opening his haori to show bronze skin, “And mold your mouth around it? Would you touch me,” He whispered in a breathy voice, “And make me scream your name? Would you, Sesshoumaru? Would you?” Inuyasha teased, running his hand over the open slit in his haori. He had Sesshoumaru sweating and shaking from need, and loved it.

Sesshoumaru pushed Inuyasha down behind the fauna and stared at his face for a long time. His eyes traced the chubby cheeks with his bite mark, golden eyes and silver white hair like his, beautiful swollen lips begging to be kissed. He lowered his mouth and placed it on Inuyasha’s, kissing him deep and slow. The hanyou murmured sweet nothings onto his brother’s lips and felt himself stir when their tongues touched. Sesshoumaru panted sensually into Inuyasha’s mouth, moaning and biting at his lower lip, greatly exciting both of them. Short work was made of their clothes, and they lay on the forest floor, entwined in each other, with Inuyasha straining to place his lover inside of him. He reached down to guide Sesshoumaru in him, only to have his hand slapped away and an evil grin bestowed on him. His whimpers did nothing but encourage the callous behavior.

“Stop,” Inuyasha whispered thickly after being slapped away for the third time.

“I told you I’d make you pay.” Evil words on a sneering mouth made Inuyasha yelp as a dry finger was thrust into him, invading his tightness. Sesshoumaru licked at the mating spot on Inuyasha’s neck, to keep the hanyou’s mind off of being stretched with no lubricant. Sesshoumaru added a second finger just as roughly as he added the first, making tears spring into his lover’s eyes. For a moment, he felt contrite and kissed Inuyasha lovingly.

“Am I hurting you?” A shook from his head and huge golden eyes begging for release was enough encouragement for Sesshoumaru. He scissor his fingers inside Inuyasha, pulling them out and coating them in his saliva before placing them back in, aiding the stretching. It stung a bit and hurt, but Inuyasha was enjoying it, running his own hands over his and Sesshoumaru’s bodies. His eyes met Sesshoumaru’s in a smoldering gaze, somehow making them both even more aroused. He growled low in his throat as his hair was lovingly stroked, as the fingers inside him seemed to radiate warmth through him, making the helpless hanyou whimper and beg for release.

“Shou…please,” Inuyasha whispered hoarse and broken, tears streaking his face. He wanted his brother in him so bad; never had he felt so much passion for anything before. Even though he wanted to fuck Inuyasha to the point of breaking him in half, Sesshoumaru held his stoic face and turned to Inuyasha’s lips.

“Tell me what you would like,” He panted inside of the open, yielding, hot mouth. Before the hanyou could answer, Sesshoumaru claimed the mouth, their tongues fighting for dominance. He mounted Inuyasha, glancing briefly toward Suzuka and Miroku, who were standing to walk away. As their footsteps took them further from the intimate pair, he glanced down at his lover, naked honey skin and half lidded eyes driving him nearly insane. He parted Inuyasha’s legs wide and entered him fully, filling him and making him claw the dirt around him. Sesshoumaru opened his mouth at feeling the tight, hot space suddenly enveloping him, drinking him in, and threw his head back in silent ecstasy. He winced, as Inuyasha was extremely tight, rolling his hips back and forth rhythmically.

Inuyasha panted with each thrust, eyes locked onto the pulsing stomach muscles of his brother’s body, watching them ebb and flow with each thrust, bringing them both closer and closer to the brink. He felt himself being pulled on top and they switched positions, Inuyasha on top and Sesshoumaru on bottom, holding his hips and thrusting his own hips upward. And there it was.

Inuyasha threw his head back and howled. Sesshoumaru had hit his spot, his prostrate, and he was totally gone. The youkai felt the nub and started thrusting faster, aiming to please. Inuyasha dug his fingernails into Sesshoumaru’s shoulders, holding on for dear life. A hand encased his all but forgotten erection and began to pump, the strokes falling in time with the hand jerks, causing both of them to pant with fatigue and need. Inuyasha bent down to make love to Sesshoumaru’s mouth, kissing him deep and slow, his silver strands covering both their faces. He moaned deeply and felt himself tighten, only to spend himself over his brother’s fingers, and reached down to dip his own hand in his seed to feed it to Sesshoumaru. The youkai’s eyes were smoldering with desire as he licked the creamy white finger, only to be immediately kissed and have both the taste of Inuyasha’s mouth and his cum in his mouth at once.

He felt his own seed coming, and kissed Inuyasha as he came, hot, quick, loud, and almost rough into his lover, holding him tightly against his chest. They lay there silently, waiting until the spasms of their lovemaking ceased before pulling themselves apart, basking in the sun. Sesshoumaru’s eyes were closed, one arm behind Inuyasha’s head, the other on his chest. The look on his face described would be nothing short of contentment. Inuyasha watched him, and blushed when he was called on it.

“Why are you staring at me.” As with most questions Sesshoumaru asked, it sounded more like a simple statement as opposed to something that really needed an answer.

“You’re…beautiful,” Inuyasha gushed, spooning into him and wrapping his arm around the strong chest. He smiled at the smirk he was given, and melted when fingers were laced around his. It was a surreal feeling, having his sworn enemy love and be in love with him.

“You are the beautiful one. Look at you. Damn gorgeous.”

Inuyasha frowned. “Yeah, that’s sweet to say. Your fucking eyes are closed!”

Sesshoumaru’s eyes flew open and he turned his head to glare intensely at Inuyasha, who blushed and looked away. Sesshoumaru studied his face, grunting as he gently pushed Inuyasha’s chin around, examining his features. “Just as I said. Gorgeous. I thought maybe you had become ugly or something when I closed my eyes, but it appears that I was correct. As usual,” He added, laying back on the grass, laughing when Inuyasha poked him.

“Let’s go home. As comfortable as grass is, I think that sleeping in our bed would be better,” Inuyasha said, standing to stretch. Sesshoumaru looked up at him, using his hand as a visor from the sun.

“What?”

“You said ‘our bed’. Does this mean your fears about me are quelled?” Sesshoumaru looked concerned, they had not talked about their relationship, ever really, and knew how isolated and self conscious Inuyasha was. He had second guessed everything also, but not because of lack of wanting it to be real. It was the nature instilled in them.

Inuyasha looked shy and innocent, and it was killing his brother. “I’m afraid still, but that’s because when people are happy, something comes along to fuck it up. I won’t lose you, Shou. I simply fucking can’t,” He said, averting his eyes. He felt Sesshoumaru’s warmth surrounding him, the strong arms wrapping him in love, and felt so content. He hoped against all hopes that nothing could ever separate the three of them. He held Sesshoumaru tighter, making the youkai slightly nervous. He buried his head in Inuyasha’s hair, drowning in the moment.

“I will protect both of you with my life. I promise you this now, Inuyasha. Nothing will meet you or our daughter before it meets me first. I love you,” Sesshoumaru murmured, making Inuyasha bury his head deeper in his chest. He smiled at the words in return being mouthed against his chest.

‘I love you too.‘


A/N:I think that's one of the best lemons I've ever written. Awww...everything is so happy, right? WRONG! Happy time is over. Love ya and thanks for reading. Lol@Nikkie...remember, Kagura hates Naraku. She might be an ace in the hole! *wink*