Happy Bath Ending

A/N: You guys are so funny. It's been several chapters and NO ONE has asked about Kagome! And has anyone caught the running gag in this story yet?

Inuyasha’s nose twitched as he opened golden eyes that looked directly into other golden eyes that were fixated upon him. He saw the smiling mouth and loving stare, and felt strangely peaceful.

“We have a guest this morning.” Sesshoumaru’s voice was just as warm as his gaze, and Inuyasha still in his sleep smiled and stroked magenta stripes on his lover’s face and yawned, stretching.

“Five…four…three…two…one,‘ Sesshoumaru thought paitently.

“Wait a minute! Is Miroku here?!!” Inuyasha bolted upwards, sniffing, frowning at his brother who covered his face to keep from laughing.

“You are slow at best. But that isn’t fair, your nose was twitching most of the night. I guess perhaps I had tired you out too much for you to try to do anything else,” The youkai smirked, causing Inuyasha’s frown to deepen. Inuyasha sniffed again, determined that Miroku wasn’t hurt (physically at least) and rolled over to go back to sleep. Sesshoumaru poked Inuyasha to try to rouse him.

“Inuyasha! You are an inhospitable guest! Aren’t you going to see your houshi friend?”

“No!”

“Why?” The smile in the youkai’s voice seemed to infuriate his brother.

Inuyasha tried to bury his head underneath his pillow. “You said I was ‘inhospitable’. Is that even a fucking word?!!”

Sesshoumaru thought for a moment. “It is,” He concluded after scratching his chin thoughtfully.

“Well I’ll be that then. Kiss my ass if you don’t like it.” Inuyasha yelped as he was rolled over onto his stomach. “What are you doing? Get off of me you knave!” He yelled, attempting to scoot his butt from Sesshoumaru’s lips.

“You instructed me to kiss your ass. I was trying to comply. And why are you in a foul mood?”

Inuyasha was having a bad mood swing, was woken up way too early, felt nauseated and sweaty and thus needed an innocent victim to take out his anger on.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!! I’M FUCKING PREGNANT! THIS BABY IS KICKING MY ASS ALL OVER JAPAN AND BETWEEN IT AND YOU I’M LOSING MY DAMN MIND!” Inuyasha was now standing naked in the bed, and all Sesshoumaru could look at was the semi-hardened length only inches from his face.

“Ummhmm.” He licked his lips lecherously and bared his teeth, making Inuyasha growl in frustration.

“You're worse than that horny monk downstairs. No. I’m cramping.” Inuyasha said when Sesshoumaru reached for him and sat back down with his arms folded, his pout miles long. He must have learned it from Rin, somehow she could make her whole face stretch into such an ugly pout, there were times Sesshoumaru threatened that her face wouldn’t snap back to normal. Of course Rin ruled the world and had the wisdom of the oldest bamboo trees, and what others said didn’t come close to mattering.

“Is it the baby?” Sesshoumaru asked, concerned. He knew Inuyasha was just being whiny, but wanted to make sure. Inuyasha glared at him wordlessly and bounced off the bed, cramming himself into a dark green cotton jinbei near the bed.

“Are you leaving, my love?” Sesshoumaru bit back a laugh. That would not have been very nice.

Inuyasha whirled, making his white hair fan out in an uncharacteristically graceful way. “Can’t you tell that I have one nerve left and you are dancing on it with coals strapped to your feet?! Can I not exit stage right peacefully?”

Sesshoumaru sighed, becoming bored with the charade. He removed himself from the cozy warm bed, and faced his lover. He opened his arms and when Inuyasha hesitated, he beckoned him with one hand and embraced the overly sensitive hanyou, who burst into tears on contact.

“Why do ya hafta be so mean?” Inuyasha wailed, tears and snot mixing on his brother’s strong chest. Having never really been around anyone pregnant other than Izayoi (who he avoided like the plague), Sesshoumaru was not keen to the mood swings, the strange cravings, or sexual desires, and temporarily felt overwhelmed. He lovingly stroked Inuyasha’s hair, nibbling gently on the furry Inu ears. He used the bridge of his sharp nose to caress his forehead, also giving small kisses to smooth over the situation.

“Koi, I was teasing with you. Or trying to. I know now not to keep it up for so long. Really, are you and Hime alright?” Sesshoumaru’s voice was low and soothing, as he reached down to rub the still flat stomach as Inuyasha helplessly sagged against him, really too tired to do much else.

“Hime?”

The youkai lord smiled and pulled Inuyasha back to bed. “You and my little princess. Until we think of a name, we can call her Hime. Is that alright with you?” He asked, continuing to nuzzle and sniff Inuyasha. He skillfully undressed his love, kissing the newly bared skin and tossing the jinbei haphazardly into the corner.

“I guess,” He said hoarsely, truthfully becoming a bit excited from the tenderness and affections being lavished upon him.

“I love you, Inuyasha.” A gentle kiss was exchanged and Sesshoumaru wrapped his arms around Inuyasha and continued to coo, chuckling when he heard faint snoring.

A myriad of emotions swirled through him, and he welcomed the emotions readily. For so long he had felt nothing, and even though part of him was screaming to keep a game face on around Inuyasha, he just couldn’t. Those golden eyes staring at him and those rosy chubby cheeks got him every time. He had unwittingly fell prey to Rin’s large doe eyed look and the aforementioned infamous pout, but those worked few and far between. He had given in mostly to avoid hearing her whine. He could have easily sliced her throat open, and had she been anyone else he probably would have. Same with Inuyasha. And even though he had already said it, each passing day, hour, minute, he truly did love that boy. The warmth of love certainly had changed him. Small things that would usually drive him up the wall got little more than a fleeting glance, and his servants felt more like they could breathe around him. He could just imagine how soft and caring he would be with Hime…she probably really would be spoiled. Kami-sama help if she had Inuyasha’s features! Sesshoumaru would probably give the castle to the baby and go live in the shed if she’d asked. He sighed contentedly and cradled Inuyasha closer, who started wrinkling his nose and sniffing again.
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A soft knock on the door made Inuyasha open his eyes. He yawned and stretched, happy to be so lovingly and carefully folded in Sesshoumaru’s arms. Of course the youkai was staring at him as usual with a faint smile on his face and immediately kissed him when his eyes opened.

“Lord Sesshoumaru? Master Inuyasha? You have a guest,” A voice called from behind the door.

“Toshirou, take them to the parlor, and tell them it will be just a moment,” Sesshoumaru called, his stare never leaving Inuyasha’s face.

“Yes Lord Sesshoumaru…Master Inuyasha.” Toshirou walked away, and by the sound of the footsteps, the visitor had come up with him as well.

“I’ll assume that the houshi wanted to see you,” Sesshoumaru whispered, nibbling on Inuyasha’s chin. He slowly kissed both of his cheeks and moved his lips further down his jaw line to his neck, sucking lightly at the mating mark there. Inuyasha groaned and turned his head in submisson, straining the skin to make it more sensitive to his brother’s assault. Sesshoumaru’s hands roamed over the lithe body as he sucked on the creamy neck, feeling himself fall over the edge just from simple contact with his lover.

“I can’t go face Miroku with a boner, Shou.”

Sesshoumaru pinched a pebbled pink nipple between his fingers as a response.

“Sesshoumaru!”

The youkai lord laughed lightly and eased off of Inuyasha, who was red and slightly panting. Casting wary eyes on his brother, he painstakingly got dressed, trying to think of Kagome naked to make his erection go away. Once he had settled down (literally), he smoothed out his new black hakama with matching kimono and took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Inuyasha?” He turned to see Sesshoumaru sensually tangled in the sheets.

“Yeah?”

“The way you said my name ago…in that scolding tone…I think you’ll make a fabulous mother.” Sesshoumaru smirked at him.

Inuyasha leaned against the doorframe and smiled. “A better mother than yours, that’s for damn sure.” He smirked at Sesshoumaru’s now open jaw and stricken face and walked back over to the bed to chuck him gently under the chin and kiss a magenta striped cheek before flouncing out of the door, laughing.
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Miroku smiled as Inuyasha walked towards him. He couldn’t help but notice how regal and happy the hanyou looked. His hair seemed whiter and more shiny, his cheeks were rosy, and he looked wonderful in his silk hakama and kimono. He felt a brief pang of jealousy as he deftly embraced Inuyasha in a neutral hug (no sense copping a feel and risk a neck crack from Sesshoumaru) and sat back down at the small table on the patio over looking the gardens.

“Inuyasha, you are looking very well these days. I take it that it was foolish of me to worry about you, eh?” Miroku teased, smiling.

Inuyasha smiled back. “Whatever, ya dumb monk. You weren’t worried about me. You were probably trying to make sexy time with Sango or Kagome.” At the mention of their names, Miroku looked downcast. Inuyasha noticed it immediately.

“Did something happen to one of them?” He asked in a concerned voice.

Miroku snorted. “Aside from being bitches? No, no new developments.”

Inuyasha’s eyes widened. “Meow…kitty want milk?” He kidded, pretending to claw at the monk.

Miroku gave him a wan smile. “Sango tried to seduce me. And I…refused.”

Inuyasha nodded. He would have naturally assumed that he would jump on the chance to be with the slayer, but now that there was someone else, of course Sango would be pushed aside. But he didn’t want to let his friend know he had spied on him and Suzuka in the woods, as Miroku deep down inside was painfully insecure and needed love and reaffirmation like Inuyasha.

“So is there someone else you want to be with? Me perhaps?” Inuyasha asked, batting his eyes and shrugging his shoulders. Miroku laughed out loud.

“Yeah, maybe if you were a female. Seriously though, I do have someone in mind. But I believe I have messed that up.” Inuyasha glared at him and gestured to hear more when Miroku fell silent.

“I bet you are wondering why I am here, Inuyasha. It’s more than a casual visit. I needed to get away from Sango. I’ve…fallen in love. With one of your attendants, Suzuka.”

Inuyasha smiled. He couldn’t help it. “So what have you done to mess it up?”

Miroku looked ashamed. “I touched her inappropriately and was about to kiss her, but I remembered myself and held back. My instincts were about to take over and I had to separate from her. I never felt like that…about anyone.” His eyes met Inuyasha’s, pain behind them. “I wanted her. So badly that I could have taken her right there, just to become whole with her.”

Inuyasha looked compassionately at Miroku and smiled. “Miroku. There’s nothing wrong with having feelings for someone! Do you think she was upset by your advances?”

The monk smiled and shook his head.

“Well alright then! There is no reason for you two not to hook up. She is one of Sesshoumaru’s favorites though, so treat her well…Miroku! What’s wrong now?” Inuyasha asked after noticing the tears falling down his face.

“I’m not good enough for her. She deserves true love. I know nothing of it. All I know is-”

“Sango.” Inuyasha finished, slapping his hand angrily on the table. “All you know is what Sango did to you. Just like all I knew was how Kikyo and Kagome treated me. Always wanting me to be something I wasn’t. And for me to love them, so easily their minds could be swayed about me!” Inuyasha’s eyes burned with anger, not over what was done to him, but for the fact that his friend was afraid to love. Just like he once had been. Inuyasha’s eyes softened and he took his friend’s hands in his and looked deeply into his troubled eyes.

“Miroku, please don’t think that Sesshoumaru’s and my relationship has been a picnic. We’ve had our moments, hell as recently as this morning that have made me want to dig his eye out with a dull rock! But he loves me, and I love him. He doesn’t speak harshly to me, he doesn’t demean me, and he isn’t abusive. I could lay all day in his arms and know that he wouldn’t ask me to move unless my life depended on it. He kisses me in the morning and holds me through the night, and he tells me how beautiful I am. Me! A mistake, beautiful!”

Inuyasha soothingly rubbed Miroku‘s hands and patted them gently. “We were warped by those hateful women for so long, and it wasn’t right. But we have chances, real chances to be with people who love us. Why not take that chance?” He smiled again and stood to walk away, leaving a pondering Miroku.

“Inuyasha?”

The hanyou turned. “Yeah?”

He had to chuckle at the insecurity in Miroku’s voice. “Do you really think she could love me?”

Inuyasha flashed a brilliant smile. “She already does. I could smell it on her last night. Whatever you did, it had her going up until this morning. I’m proud of ya, chief.” He winked and sashayed off, leaving Miroku to think.

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“Oh, good afternoon, Master Inuyasha? Would you like some tea?” Sakura offered as the hanyou stepped into the kitchen. He nodded and was quickly presented with the steaming liquid, soothing his angry baby filled stomach.

“Are you hungry? Toshirou picked up sweet pastries when he brought more clothes for our guest.” Sakura passed the jellies to Inuyasha, who took one and chewed thoughtfully, staring at Suzuka. She was busy sweeping the floor, carefully avoiding his stare.

“Suzuka.”

The woman looked up from her broom, but did not meet his eyes. “Yes, Master Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha pointed out toward the garden. “I believe Rin spilled some sand on the patio. Please sweep it off for me.”

“But Master Inuyasha, it’s my turn to-” Sakura started, but Inuyasha paused her with his hand. Suzuka nodded and carried the broom in her hand outside the door. Once her sister left, Sakura ran over to the table and faced Inuyasha.

“Master Inuyasha! You don’t understand! Suzuka had a bad night and she really doesn’t feel well! Please let me go to her and do her chores!” Sakura implored, but then paused at Inuyasha‘s smile.

“Master Inuyasha. Do you know something?” She asked, narrowing her eyes.

Inuyasha grinned. “I know lots of things.”

Sakura rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I mean about last night. With Suzuka…and the monk.”

Inuyasha nodded. “If you are quiet, we can hear what’s going on.” Sakura’s eyes lit up and they rushed over to one of the terrace windows and cracked it a bit to hear the ongoing conversation.

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Miroku stood and walked toward the small pond in the garden. Leaves from a nearby sakura tree were floating gently in the wind, and he followed one with his eyes until he realized he was looking at it resting on his shoulder. He felt very peaceful and extremely grateful for the talk with Inuyasha. He turned with a smile on his face upon hearing footsteps approach. “Inuyasha did you forget some-” He started, but then paused as he looked at Suzuka, who was holding the broom so hard her knuckles were turning white.

“Houshi-sama. I was unaware you were visiting the garden. I humbly request leave,” She murmured, not meeting his gaze and keeping her violet eyes down in submission.

“N-no.”

Suzuka nodded and turned to leave. “Thank you, Houshi-sama…wait. Did you say no?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, I can leave, or no I can’t leave?”

“I said yes to no, you can’t leave.” Miroku tried to smile, but was affected by the frown on Suzuka’s face.

“May I ask why I am not permitted leave?” The venom in her voice was unfiltered, and it was almost like she was spitting the words at him.

Miroku was fidgety. “Because I like being here with you.”

Suzuka burst out laughing, the sound ugly and rough. “Are you kidding me?!! You tried that the other day, and it worked. But today is a new day, Houshi-sama.”

Miroku stepped toward her, causing her to step back on impulse. “You are correct. Today is a new day. A day that should be utilized to the fullest, a day for forgiveness. Do you agree?”

Suzuka looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “Hell no I don’t agree! And I also don’t agree with you playing with my feelings. And I also don’t agree with-”

Her rant was silenced by the very deft and discreet hand that wrapped itself around her waist and the soft, warm lips being pressed to hers. The broom clattered loudly to the ground and slowly but surely, Suzuka wrapped her arms around him, and what started off being a soft slow kiss quickly evolved into something hot, needing, and almost sinister. Hands wantonly groped and lips became bruised as clarity hit the healer.

“Miroku…” Suzuka panted, pushing small hands against his chest.

“You remembered my name after all,” He whispered in a husky voice, reaching behind her to palm her ass.

“Please…not here, not now. It’s too soon and others may see us.” Being so tightly pressed against him, she could feel his hardened length on her thigh, and although thoroughly impressed, not really willing to be caught by Sesshoumaru or Inuyasha or heavens forbid, her sister!

Miroku nodded and gave her another heart stopping kiss before parting with her and adjusting her yukata that had ‘conveniently’ slipped open during their heavy petting session. He adjusted himself also and handed Suzuka the fallen broom.

“Tonight, at the hot spring. I’ll gladly finish what I started.” His eyes were sparkling and as Suzuka reached for the broom, he pulled on the other end, causing her to fall into his arms. He brushed back loose salt and pepper strands and smiled into her violet eyes and briefly buried his head in her neck, inhaling her scent to tide him over for the next few hours.

“Oh-okay,” Suzuka nearly whispered, truly caught in the moment. The hard smack on her ass as she walked away brought her back to her senses, and she considered beating Miroku with the broom, but judging by the smile on his face, it made her wonder the last time he smiled like that, and felt warm to know that she was the source behind it. She forgave him for the stinging hit on her ass and mentally promised to pay him back as she smiled demurely and walked back into the castle.

Once Suzuka was gone from sight, Miroku fell face first into the flowerbed, laughing and feeling more of a man than he had in years.

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Miroku walked stealthily around the heated pool. The rest of the day had been relatively uneventful, he spent most of the afternoon in the garden meditating, and then had dinner with Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, and Rin. There was a brief encounter with Suzuka when she put sticky rice in his bowl and their fingers touched momentarily, but it was a fleeting touch, almost as a foreshadowing of other more frequent touches to come. Sesshoumaru was strangely accepting of him being there, not really talking to him, but not ripping him in half either. All in all one would have to say that the day had been almost successful.

He smiled when he saw Suzuka emerge from the castle, wearing a pair of red lacquered geta and a light blue yukata with a mountain top scenery embroidered on it. Her hair was pinned up in a simple bun and her face was bare but for her lips, which were painted a very suggestive pink. The whiteness of her face with the two protruding pink lips would have seemed whorish on anyone else, but the color made a striking contrast with her purple eyes, and her whole face looked so perfect, it was surreal.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” He gushed, taking her hands and kissing them gently before giving her a kiss on the corner of the mouth. Suzuka smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him and held him close. Miroku was initially surprised by the contact and was tense, but relaxed when she stroked his back and leaned on his shoulder. He had forgotten what it was like to be held and touched with love. He embraced her tighter and they stood there a moment, just holding each other.

“I want you to make love to me.”

Miroku’s whispered words surprised Suzuka, but she understood and wanted the same. She tilted her head upwards, and this time there was no hesitation in his eyes or actions. He kissed her passionately, sucking on the bottom of her lip, his tongue teasing the opening of her mouth. When she opened her mouth, she felt the muscle work it’s way in, casually sweeping her mouth before feeling his teeth nip at her tongue, only to suck on that when she stuck it out of her mouth. The kiss was making both of them dizzy, but neither of them wanted to stop. He opened her yukata, drawing in a deep breath at viewing her body. She was not as lean as Sango, rather soft and curvy, with ample breasts and fleshy thighs. Miroku reached out to touch her and paused, making her blush.

“Do you not like me naked?” Suzuka asked softly, reminding herself to be patient with him. He swallowed many times and searched for words to describe her beauty, but when he failed he nodded quickly, his hand hovering over her.

Suzuka smiled. “If you like it, then touch me!” She took his hand and placed it on her silk neck, then guided his palm over a breast and down her stomach, and turned slightly so he could touch her back and ass. Miroku’s eyes were fluttering from the sensation of touching her, and he wriggled free from his clothing, his erection weeping freely. Suzuka placed her hands on his chest, kissing him slowly before moving her lips over his neck, leaving wet, open mouth kisses on him. She kissed down his chest and licked his belly button before sticking out her tongue and tasting the beaded fluid gathered at the head. He cried out at the contact from feeling someone other than his own hand down there, and bucked slightly into her mouth. She moaned slightly and took him in deeper, letting him savor the warmth inside. He looked down at this beautiful woman, defiling her mouth for him, and felt somewhat guilty. He placed his hands on her shoulders and sighed, pushing her away.

Before she could ask what she did wrong, she was stretched out on the cobblestones and Miroku was between her legs. She looked down and could see his piercing blue eyes gazing back at her as his tongue gently circled her other lips before stabbing into her. He greedily slurped her juices and nibbled on her clit, sticking two fingers inside of her for more stimulation. Suzuka sighed and moaned, her legs involuntarily shivering at Miroku’s sexual assault. He paused for a moment to put her legs up on his shoulders for more support and continued with the tongue lashing, alternating his tongue and fingers inside of her until she begged for release. He drew back and sat up on his knees, pulling her long, tired legs up to him.

“This may hurt you,” He murmured, rubbing her clit with his fingers to keep her wet. She blushed again and nodded, her eyes begging him to go slow. He gave her a happy smile and positioned himself at her opening and slowly entered. She was so tight, he wondered if he could push through, but she was like a vise, clamping down on him. His widened length entered her fully and he had to take a deep breath to retract himself from her. Suzuka’s eyes were clenched shut, and he was contrite for the pain he was causing. He rained kisses on her face and mouth and neck, murmuring sweet nothings to her.

“Miroku…don’t…stop,” She whispered hoarsely as he started to thrust. He was buried to the hilt in her, thrusting away in bliss around the tight surrounding walls. He sped up, causing her ample breasts to begin to jiggle, and she almost wailed when he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard. He placed his hands on her breasts and played with them, something he had imagined doing since the first time he had seen her. He moved from breast to breast, playing with the hard brownish nipples, leaning into the touch of Suzuka’s hands in his hair.

Miroku pulled her on top of him and made her straddle his waist and ride him, bouncing her hard onto him. Her bun had unraveled and her long hair fanned out around them as she threw her head back in the throes of passion, scratching her nails down the monk’s chest, leaving red welts and a couple of spots of blood where she had broken the skin. She bent to lick at them, her saliva stinging the cuts a bit. Miroku gritted his teeth as he felt himself cum inside of her, hot and bursting. He opened his mouth and kissed her passionately and continued to bounce her on him, although at a much slower pace. Eventually he pulled out of her, immediately missing her heat. They slid into the water to wash themselves off before facing each other again, albeit a bit awkwardly.

“So what do you plan to do now?” Miroku asked, flicking some water at Suzuka.

She flicked the water back and smiled. “Going to sleep. With you. In your room. Is that…alright?”

Miroku smiled. “Of course. There’s nothing I’d like more.” They both grinned at each other and gathered their clothes together, but not before Suzuka slapped Miroku hard on his wet ass, leaving an awful handprint.

“One good turn deserves another.” She screamed and ran as he started after her, trying to snap her with a wet cloth from the pool.

A/N: I added the rest of the chapter and actually, this wasn't all of it, but it was becoming a long read so I broke it up and will finish the new chapter shortly. Hope you are enjoying it, and I know its a fast relationship for Miroku, but he deserves an early X-mas, don't you think? Oh, and an update on Kagome will be coming soon. *ducks rotten tomatoes being thrown* I saw that. *narrows eyes*