Interest

A/N#1 - Here we go - two in a row. a little A/N at the bottom of the chapter, too. For some reason, I love making Kouga an ass. He's so much fun that way!

Summary: Oh, time to find out what’s wrong.
Theme: Baby

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 13 - Baby


Don’t look at them. Don’t do it. Not even a glance. Not the slightest, smallest, glimmer of an eye…

Miroku’s eyes peeped up the briefest moment from his breakfast porridge and looked into Kouga’s and Sango’s faces. Sango blushed heavily, and Kouga’s lips twisted up.

Miroku looked back down again, cursing. Idiot. Moron. You shouldn’t have…

“You are so screwed, monk,” Kouga said. Miroku would swear there was smugness in that voice. He knew the bastard ookami was enjoying this. He should have remembered their history and never come here. The wolf had never forgotten that Sango had been infatuated with Miroku first, and now Kouga was far too happy with the situation he was finding himself in.

“At least I didn’t get my ass whipped,” Miroku muttered, irritated.

“No, just thoroughly fucked,” Kouga responded.

“Kouga!” Sango flushed more brightly, Miroku noted as he looked up again. He concentrated on Kouga’s battered face to keep his own cheeks from matching hers.

He could admit that he was quite disappointed in the pack’s showing over the night. Miroku hadn’t told them what might happen; that might not have been the most prudent thing he’d ever done. But he had said that Inuyasha hadn’t been himself, and that they might need a little muscle during the night if he started acting strangely.

It had been all right until Ginta snuggled up during the middle of the night for warmth. Miroku had been given his own fur, and for once Inuyasha had slept nearby rather than roaming. Likely he didn’t entirely trust the pack not to try and eat him, rather like Miroku himself. Kouga had increased his pack’s size over the years, but most weren’t youkai Miroku was familiar with.

Which mean they weren’t youkai he was comfortable with. Inuyasha’s presence had been comforting and nerve-wracking at the same time. But Ginta was harmless, and having a warm body to snuggle with wasn’t a bad thing in a chilly cave. When he’d turned to huddle closer to the young wolf, however, Inuyasha had started growling, and then everything had deteriorated into snarls and claws and supremely painful beatings.

And Inuyasha seemed to be the only one of all the youkai capable of doling them out.

By the end, the other youkai had been bloodied and run from the cave, Kouga had tossed Sango out and been bitch slapped out of the entrance right after her, and Inuyasha and Miroku had been left alone.

It wasn’t a surprise what happened after that. His lips made a tight line in his face as he shifted uncomfortably.

But having everyone hear him getting taken, the entire damn night, was humiliating. And he was quite certain they had – he never had been able to be quiet when he came.

What a useless group of youkai, he thought, picking at his porridge. All of them around, and Inuyasha had hardly paused in his seduction attempts.

Miroku supposed it could be considered an accomplishment when looked at a certain way, and the hanyou had certainly been impressive as he’d defeated the other youkai one after another. But knowing that Miroku’s backside wasn’t any safer here than it had been on their own was rather disheartening.

Especially when it was more humiliating, and when Inuyasha turned coward and huddled miserably on the edge of the pack’s home turf as soon as the sun rose, watching Miroku but not coming anywhere near him.

Miroku sighed and glared at Kouga finally. “I’m sure you know why I was hoping you’d be able to help now. Do you have any idea why he’s doing this?”

Kouga snorted, sharing a look with Sango, and Miroku stiffened. The man looked almost gleeful, and Kouga’s sense of humor was such that Miroku dreaded hearing whatever he was going to say next.

“Oh yeah, I got an idea.” Kouga took a bite of meat from the haunch in his hands and swallowed noisily. Miroku shuddered. And Sango had picked this barbarian over a cultured person like himself? It boggled the mind. “And you’re screwed, monk.”

“I know…I experienced the sensation last night. Do you have anything actually useful to add to that?”

Kouga’s eyes narrowed before he looked over to Inuyasha and back at Miroku. “He’s goin’ into rut, the idiot. His own damn fault, too.”

Miroku didn’t know the term. “And that means…?”

Kouga took another bite of meat, a dribble of pale red dripping down his chin and Miroku grimaced as his eyes followed it until the wolf wiped if off with the back of his hand. “He’s fucked is what it means. He’s too damn young to be without a pack, and without an older male around for such a long time, his body is freaking out. It thinks he needs to form a pack of his own. A youkai that goes into rut is gonna try one of two things: kill a rival male and take over his pack, or try to get a woman and form a pack of his own.”

Kouga grinned at him. Miroku noticed a bit of food between his teeth. “Guess which choice the mutt picked? Except he chose you, and you sure as hell can’t give him a kid. He’s just gonna keep tryin’ to get you fucking pregnant until your ass gives out or he goes crazy. It’s fucking hysterical!”

Miroku felt light-headed. “He’s going to what?”

Kouga laughed, almost choking on more food. “He’s trying to get you pregnant! You know, baby in the belly and shit? Fuck, it’s the funniest damn thing I’ve seen in a long fucking time. If he’d just made up with his brother and hung out with him for a few months, his body would never have gotten this fucked up, but now… He’s picked you, monk. I don’t know why he didn’t kill you instead, but if he thinks of you as his, he can’t even make himself leave. He won’t be able to – you’re like a breeding female he thinks he has to protect. I bet he fucked you good and proper, and then not so much for a few days, right? And then did it again?”

Miroku didn’t want to nod, but he felt his head moving almost against his will as Sango looked on in fascinated horror.

“Yeah…waitin’ to see if his seed took before giving a good try again, heh.” Kouga snorted to himself, still amused, and Miroku wondered how funny he’d find it with an ofuda under his kilt.

Awfully hard to laugh when one’s cock was burning with holy energy.

“So how do we make it stop? How do we make the…rut…stop?” How did he keep Inuyasha from coming after him every night? It was too much right now, coming after him so often.

Once or twice a week might be okay, but… He flushed and shook his head.

Bad cock.

Sango bit her lip, looking away, and elbowed Kouga when he started chuckling again. “You don’t. No way to do it. You’d have to be pregnant, and we all know that ain’t happening any time soon, eh? Not unless your holy powers are a hell of a lot more unholy than I know about.”

Gripping his bowl of food tightly, Miroku glared at him again. Sometimes he really hated the damn ookami.

“There has to be something!”

Sango bit her lip again, sucking it into her mouth for a brief moment. “There might be one thing…if we could make him think you’re pregnant?”

Kouga stared at her in surprise. “How the hell would you do that?”

“The Fertility pools,” she said quietly. “You know how much you’ve commented on the smell.”

Kouga paused, picking at his teeth. “Huh, didn’t think of that. That damn place has been used by so many pregnant youkai the place reeks of it. Maybe if you went there when he was fucking you…”

“…his nose might be fooled?” Miroku swallowed. The fact that this possible plan involved actually ‘hoping’ to get taken by Inuyasha was not lost on him.

Nor on Kouga, by the way he was grinning. “You might have to stay there a few days in a row…definitely better not leave or he’ll smell ya without that scent around. We can bring you food, you know, so you can keep up your strength. Can’t have a bitch going hungry when you’re trying to conceive.”

Miroku growled at him and Sango slapped him in the back of the head.

“That’s enough, Kouga! Have some compassion! It can’t be easy for him to… For Miroku and Inuyasha to know that… Leave him be!” Sango’s face was bright red again, and Miroku sighed, looking away from the couple to watch Inuyasha again.

What was his hanyou going to think about all of this?

A/N So, I’m just borrowing a little bit of knowledge about elephants for this, just because it’s fun. For those who aren’t aware, young male elephants do go into rut. They get extremely violent and viciously attack other males, AND it seems to be prevented if they have been around older males for a while. Experts used to think it was involved in mating in some manner, but they no longer do. They don’t know why it happens at all, actually.

But that doesn’t mean sex isn’t that reason for youkai to go into rut, eh? *snicker*