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A/N and phew...got the second chapter up today. That only took, what, two hours to get enough time to do this? LOL. Sorry for this chapter. Seriously, it's just...bleh. But that's why I put two up, so hopefully the next one will actually have something a little more fun, and interesting, and I may just put up another today if I get any more time. :-)

Summary: The morning after the morning after
Theme: Flowers

All the following warnings MAY apply to all chapters, but WILL apply at sometime in the story: MPREG, anal, oral, humor, N/C, H/C, hand job, blow job, WAFF, M/M, Rim, Spanking (mild)


Chapter 11 - Flowers

Watching as hundreds of flowers slowly passed by, Miroku kept his arms crossed over his chest. He sneezed as a small breeze blew pollen laden air against his face. His fingers gripped his sleeves tightly. His face felt tight, frustrated.

Bright and cheerful, the sun was a welcome change from the dim forest shadows they were about to enter again. And even with such a lovely reminder of what a beautiful day this could be, Miroku scowled and refused to look at Inuyasha. The hanyou was just as studiously ignoring him – except for holding him in his arms while he walked so slowly that butterflies were passing them.

Miroku shifted slightly, trying not to whimper as the movement made his inner muscles scream in agony. Inuyasha’s grip tightened and he looked down, face radiating concern.

Miroku stared with even more dedication at nature’s floral arrangements. He could feel the small calluses of Inuyasha’s sword hand where it pressed against his thigh, along with the rough weave of his fire-rat robes where they rubbed against his naked back…

And his ribs…

And the side of his ass.

It was a blatant reminder of all the reasons Miroku was so frustrated that he could hardly look at his friend.

Inuyasha finally gave up, glancing away. He walked at a snail’s pace, trying not to jostle Miroku’s body. His posture was stiff and far more uncomfortable than it should be for the person who hadn’t had his body ravaged for hours on end. In fact, Inuyasha’s body was probably happy and replete from taking Miroku’s body as many times as he had.

“Stubborn ass,” Miroku growled under his breath.

Inuyasha’s ears flattened.

Miroku refused to feel guilty about it.

The first bout of rather mind-bending sex Miroku didn’t hold him accountable for. Losing control in the town wasn’t Inuyasha’s fault, and neither were the results. It was a logical conclusion after everything that had been happening recently. Miroku wasn’t certain why, exactly, Inuyasha had developed such a fixation, but not understanding reality was a poor reason for denying its validity.

So he’d been, if not resigned, at least prepared. A little rough sex, where he climaxed multiple times, and then they’d be done, just as they had been for the last few nights.

Except Inuyasha had reverted back to that first time and wouldn’t stop. He hadn’t released Miroku for the rest of that afternoon, and he’d continued their physical intimacy for the majority of the night as well. Miroku had been so sore the next morning he could barely move.

He’d never been able to keep from tensing his legs when he climaxed, and after that much sex? His limbs had been so wobbly with fatigue that he’d barely been able to stand. His bottom had felt raw and sensitive. He’d had new scrapes and scratches from Inuyasa’s claws and teeth along his shoulders, his stomach, his legs, even his backside hadn’t been spared.

And he didn’t have any damn clothing left but a few scraps, as his entire bag of supplies was lying in the dirt in the middle of that ill-fortuned town’s main road. Currently, Miroku was holding those bits and pieces in a small, folded pile over his groin. He wasn’t about to try and wear them now, when he didn’t have any replacements and no way to repair them if Inuyasha grew amorous again.

But after all of that, when Inuyasha had lost control for that long, Miroku had just wanted to continue on. He didn’t care how much it made him ache, as long as he could get to Kouga’s sooner. HE wanted to be among friends, friends who might spare his body some of this…excessive sexual enthusiasm.

Kouga had quite a few followers at this point. With that many ookami around, logic would suggest that they could help restrain Inuyasha if he lost control. So continuing on as quickly as possible was the only answer for any human in this situation. It would be for the best.

Unfortunately, Inuyasha didn’t agree. He’d refused to leave Miroku and spare him the bruised results of his attentions, but he wouldn’t let them travel. Seeing how difficult it was for Miroku to move, Inuyasha had given him one a horrified stare and declared that they would stay in one place for the day. Miroku needed time to heal.

Trying to persuade him that there was more danger in waiting made no difference. Inuyasha was frantic over Miroku’s injuries and nothing was going to change his opinion that rest was the only solution. As though Miroku would be any healthier staying out another day.

“Stubborn, irrational ass.”

Miroku hadn’t even been able to go on his own. He’d had been so weak that Inuyasha simply pinned him to the ground until he promised to stay put.

Inuyasha knew better than to trust Miroku’s word. So he should have expected Miroku to try for Kouga’s later that night, when Inuyasha left camp again –

And why couldn’t he do this during the day? Idiot.

- he should have expected it.

Because that’s exactly what Miroku did. He snuck off on his own an hour after Inuyasha left camp. He’d known Inuyasha could find him easily when he came back in the morning; the hanyou could track well enough for that much.

And Miroku would be safe before he got there.

Unfortunately, last night had been the same as so many previous and Inuyasha had come back to camp in the middle of the night. When he didn’t find Miroku, he’d tracked him down and then he’d taken Miroku against a tree. He’d forced Miroku to look into his face the entire time, kissing and nipping at his lips.

And THAT was why Miroku was so furious. If they’d just gone to Kouga’s earlier, then he wouldn’t have had to leave. If he hadn’t left, the sex wouldn’t have been as rough. And if not for the rough sex, he wouldn’t be hurting so badly.

Again.

That little bout, coming so soon after a sexual marathon of the night before, had Miroku wincing and moaning out loud every time he took a step. He wasn’t proud of it, but at least it had set Inuyasha’s priorities straight; they’d left for Kouga’s minutes after they woke up this morning.

And so now, here they were, Inuyasha carrying Miroku, Miroku carrying a few bits of whole cloth over his groin, and both of them carrying a lot of emotional baggage from the past couple of weeks.

As he watched a butterfly flutter near them, and then past them again, Miroku growled.

“Inuyasha, if you are going to insist on carrying me, go faster.”

“Shut up. You’re fucked up enough as it is, so just shut it and let yourself be carried.” Inuyasha growled back without more than a brief look at Miroku’s bare chest.

Taking a frustrated moment to gouge his fingernails into his own arms, Miroku burst out. “If you don’t hurry up, we’ll still be out here tonight. If we’re out here tonight, what are the odds that you’re going to lose control again, Inuyasha? And then it won’t matter if I don’t walk today or not, I’ll still be too sore to sit down when tomorrow comes! So either let me walk or get us to Kouga’s today!”

Inuyasha’s ears flattened. He swallowed; Miroku could see his adam’s apple moving in his throat. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I-“

Miroku felt like an ass. He’d promised himself he wasn’t going to say anything, but…it hurt when it happened this often! And it was utterly humiliating to have his closest friend using him in this manner – for sexual purposes – so often! He couldn’t stop him, he didn’t want to hurt him, and he wished it would stop because he was starting to…expect it.

He knew that no matter what happened, no matter how sore he was feeling, if Inuyasha didn’t come for him tonight, Miroku would still be waiting for him. He might want the feeling churning in his gut to be fear, but there was a small part of him that…well, that liked it.

Except he didn’t; it hurt! But…he was climaxing every night! Wasn’t that a goal of every male as soon as puberty began to have its wicked way with them? And Miroku was a man, wasn’t he? And it was sex. Men liked sex. It was a physical truth that was incontrovertible.

And, again, he was a man.

So Miroku shouldn’t take it out on Inuyasha. He just wished Inuyasha would…

…stop feeling so guilty about this.

Obviously a foolish wish. How many years had Kikyou’s death eaten at him? And now, forcing Miroku while he was overcome by his demon half, for whatever reason, was eating at him.

Miroku sighed, moving one hand to pat Inuyasha’s shoulder awkwardly. “Inuyasha, don’t. It’s not that. I would simply very much look forward to arriving at Kouga’s. Soon.”

“You want to get away from me. Can’t say I blame ya,” Inuyasha murmured, his ears as flat as his voice.

Miroku smacked his chest. “I did not say that! If I meant that, I would say so! I want to find out what’s causing all of-” he waved his hand in the air, “-this. Between us.”

Inuyasha swallowed, his fingers shifting incrementally against Miroku’s skin. “Uh. Yeah.”

Miroku’s eyes narrowed and he stared at him. Inuyasha was an amazing warrior, an impressive consumer of noodles…

…a surprisingly stunning lover…

…but he was an utter failure as a liar.

“You thought of something, didn’t you?”

Inuyasha’s hair poofed around his head slightly as though his hackles were standing on end. “I dunno what you’re talking about, monk.”

“You’ve thought of a reason for this. What is it?”

“It’s nothin’. Stupid.”

“Inuyasha…”

“it wouldn’t make sense anyway. I told you, it’s stupid.”

“Inuyasha!”

“No. it’s stupid. I’m not talking about something that stupid.”

And that was all Miroku could get him to say. As they walked out from the forest into another field of flowers, Miroku stared at the colorful flora with a gimlet eyed glare, his arms folded over his chest again.

“Stubborn ass.”