Another Side to the Story

A/N: This chapter is all yaoi. If you don't like that kind of thing, the little red X at the top right side of the screen will be your chicken exit. For the rest of us...AHOY YAOI!!!

Miroku sighed as he lowered himself into the hot spring, grateful as the water soothed his tired muscles. He hated to admit it, but Kagome has nearly exhausted him. Who would have guessed that such a sweet looking young girl would turn into such a lustfully avid partner? Still, he felt amazingly satisfied and relaxed from their encounter. What a romp!

The young houshi smiled to himself as he reached up to free his hair from the small ponytail at the back of his neck. He hoped that Kagome was also pleased with their lovemaking. She had turned out to be a most responsive lover, exciting and daring. He could still taste her kisses on his lips, still feel her nimble fingers as they touched him. Traveling with the young priestess was going to be more than just a pleasure, it was going to be utterly exhausting if the previous night was any sample.

Only one thing bothered him, kept him from completely savoring what had been one of the best sexual experiences of his life. That something had long white hair and a surly disposition, not to mention sharp claws that could easily shred a young monk's flesh. Inuyasha.

Kagome had blithely dismissed his concerns, laughing at his nervous questions regarding her relationship with the temperamental hanyou. "Don't worry about it," she'd said cheerfully as she dressed herself in her astonishingly short garment. "He really doesn't think of me like that. There's someone else he has a thing for."

Miroku wished that he could believe that, but he'd already seen Inuyasha's possessiveness and explosive temper. She could be wrong, it was entirely possible that Kagome had misread the hanyou. Miroku had some experience with jealous males even if Inuyasha had come to view Kagome as nothing more than a traveling companion or jewel shard detector. He was still male and a half demon who would likely see Miroku's actions as interference with what was rightfully his.

It seemed he had gotten himself into quite a dilemma.

"Don't worry about it," he muttered to himself, closing his eyes and leaning back. "What Inuyasha doesn't need to know..."

"What don't I need to know?" a gruff voice demanded.

Miroku damned near jumped out of his skin. The hanyou was standing on the bank of the hot spring, glowering down at him. Instinctively, he flinched away from the piercing yellow gaze, instead dropping his eyes and staring hard at the water. He opened and closed his mouth, then swallowed hard.

"It's nothing," he said nervously. "I was just talking out loud to myself."

"About me?"

The suspicious golden eyes narrowed before shifting away. "I guess Kagome told you, huh?"

Miroku blinked and tried to quiet his racing heart. Don't give anything away, he advised himself. And don't lie, a dog demon can probably smell deceit.

"Told me what?" he replied innocently, crossing his fingers under the water.

Inuyasha snorted and spat at the ground. "That's fine. I don't care what she says. I didn't mean to make her cry, you know. It's not my fault that she's sensitive. She's gone back home for now and I don't care when she comes back."

"Did you two have an argument?" Miroku asked, realizing that for some reason the half demon wanted to talk about it. Oil and water, those two, the monk thought ruefully. They had probably fought, Inuyasha had been properly sat, and the girl had run off to do whatever it was she did on her side of the well.

With a grunt, Inuyasha crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees. "Her and that stupid school of hers," he muttered. "Doesn't the little wench understand there are more important things to worry about? Naraku and the shards should be first, not her stupid little tests."

Relieved that the argument hadn't been about him, Miroku relaxed against the soft bank of the spring and rested his head on his fist. He cracked an easy smile. "You know, Inuyasha," he said mildly, "you probably wouldn't fight with her so much if you'd just be a little more patient. She has obligations that we don't..."

"Ah shut up," the hanyou growled. "You haven't known her that long, she ain't all that patient herself. Always sitting me just for opening my mouth, ordering me around like I'm her damn dog. It's enough I have to put up with that pet kitsune of hers, I don't need to hear about it from you too!"

"Sorry," the monk amended quickly. "Women can be difficult, I do understand."

To his surprise, Inuyasha smiled in agreement, his expression lightening. "Yeah, you do understand," he said, looking much more comfortable now that Miroku had said something he wanted to hear. He sniffed the air and reached down to touch the warm water. "Hey, this looks pretty good. Mind if I jump in?"

"By all means," Miroku said, waving at the warm pool. "A hot bath is a fine way to spend a lazy afternoon."

"Great, I could use a break," Inuyasha said, undressing quickly. As the red clothing fell away, Miroku tried not to stare. It wasn't that he was curious about Inuyasha, but the voluminous clothing he wore hid his shape. He was surprised to find out that the young half demon possessed a sculpted body. There wasn't a hint of extra flesh on him anywhere, everything was smooth golden skin stretched over defined muscles. From head to toe, Inuyasha looked like a walking advertisement for what women should find attractive in a male.

Shaking back his silvery hair, Inuyasha seemed oblivious of Miroku's gaze. The sunlight that streamed through the trees and dappled the ground in shadow caught his eyes as he suddenly looked up and gave Miroku a piercing gaze. "Whaddya looking at, stupid?" he demanded.

Miroku flushed in embarrassment. "I wasn't looking at you," he muttered. "I was just looking in your direction. Don't be so paranoid."

Inuyasha smirked, looking down at himself. "I ain't paranoid," he said with a grin. "You're just nosy enough to want to know whose is bigger, right?"

Sputtering, the monk sat up in the stream. "I was not looking at your cock," he said hotly. "And you call me a pervert."

Inuyasha grunted and jumped into the water, making a huge splash and almost choking the indignant monk. "You are a pervert, Miroku," he said, water streaming from his silver hair. "I've seen you looking at Kagome's ass when you think nobody's watching."

With a grin, Miroku raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that you've never looked?" he said, feeling superior as he now knew Kagome's body very well indeed. "I never thought you were innocent."

Inuyasha laughed, floating on his back in the water. "Yeah, with that skirt of hers, it doesn't leave much to the imagination. She's practically flaunting it, stupid little git. And she acts like nobody should even think of looking."

He had to laugh as well, knowing it was quite true. They soaked in a companionable silence for a while, enjoying the quiet day and the warm water. Miroku knew that he was an idiot for pursuing the subject, but his curiosity wouldn't let him leave it alone.

"So," he said at last. "You admit you looked at her, is there anything more going on between you?"

Inuyasha gave him a dark glare. "Yeah, like I want to be sat for that too. No way. Women are nothing but trouble."

The monk raised his eyebrows. "But you do admit they have their uses, the fairer sex is always the more sensitive. You have to have patience to understand them."

"More trouble than it's worth," Inuyasha said bitterly.

Miroku grinned at him. "Does that mean that you've never..."

The hanyou growled, sitting up. "Hell no, I ain't no virgin, you dumbass. I'm just saying that they're only good for fucking. But if you do, the next thing you know they're trying to run your life. Just like Kagome. If I was fucking her, it would only be twice as bad as it is now!"

He shook his head, grinning. "At least then you'd have the benefit of her feminine charms," he said, amused. As he well knew, Kagome's charms were quite worth the price of dealing with her personality.

"Try getting sat a couple hundred times and tell me if you still think that," the hanyou said sourly. "Nope. Women are trouble, last one got me pinned to a tree for fifty years for something I didn't even do! I'm staying clear of them until we take down Naraku."

"If you say so," Miroku murmured, closing his eyes. It seemed that the hanyou truly had no interest in the young priestess. That left him safe to enjoy her discreetly in the future. It was a load off his mind.

"I just don't get them," Inuyasha burst out, sounding frustrated. "They're never happy, they bitch constantly, they want to change everything about you. Why can't they just be like males? If they're horny, then they fuck. No stupid ideas about love and marriage or wanting to change you into something you aren't."

"That, my friend, is the great mystery of life," Miroku said sagely. "The wise Buddha says that men and women are created to be different as they serve different purposes."

Inuyasha stared at him. "Buddha never said anything like that."

Smirking, Miroku closed his eyes. "And who is the monk here? Not you, Inuyasha."

With a grumble, the hanyou sank into the warm water. "You're still bullshitting me."

"Most astute of you to notice," Miroku replied peacefully.

Inuyasha drifted closer to him and sat up in the hot water, uncomfortably close to Miroku. "Oh I notice a lot more than you think," he said, his eyes glinting in the warm sunshine. "I noticed where you were last night...and what you were doing."

Miroku choked and tried to jump up, only to be grabbed roughly by his arm and yanked back down. "Settle down," Inuyasha sneered. "You think I'm going to kill you for fucking Kagome? Spare me."

"The thought did cross my mind," Miroku retorted, rubbing his arm where the hanyou's grip had bruised him. "You tried to kill me just a couple weeks ago for kidnapping her."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "I tried to kill you because you stole the jewel shards from us," he said irritably. "Why should it piss me off if she did something of her own free will? Unless," his eyes narrowed dangerously. "It wasn't of her will at all."

"So you really don't have any designs on her at all," the monk blurted out. He was relieved that he wasn't going to have to use his wind tunnel to escape those claws. "There's absolutely nothing more between you?"

Inuyasha gave him a long, direct stare. "You sure seem to be curious about that," he murmured. "Why you care so much who I'm screwing or not screwing?"

He could blush at the slightly suggestive tone of the question and then felt his heart turn over in shock when one of Inuyasha's hands rested on his thigh. And moved upwards. "Hey," he yelped, squirming away. "I think you got the wrong idea."

"What's wrong?" Inuyasha demanded, digging in a claw for emphasis. "Kagome's good enough for you but I'm not? Why? Because I'm half demon?"

"No," Miroku burst out. "That's not it. Are you saying that you like men?"

Inuyasha snickered but didn't remove his hand. "I'm not human, not all of me anyway. Demons can screw who they want, it doesn't matter. Come on, you think I haven't noticed that you look at me just as much as you look at her? I'm not fucking blind, monk."

He had no answer for that, although he'd told himself several times that he was only looking, sometimes admiring, Inuyasha strictly to figure out what was going on between him and Kagome. It had never occurred to him that Inuyasha would notice or even...

The hand was moving again, inching closer to his crotch. Quickly, he put his own hand down and stopped the wandering claws, using his other hand cup his genitals protectively as if something might happen just from the suggestion. "I have never considered it," he said with all the dignity a naked monk could muster. "We are both male, Inuyasha."

"So what?"

He took another deep breath and hoped he'd live through this or at least that his death would be painless. He'd never had to reject a female of youkai blood before, but then again, he rarely rejected women at all unless they were ugly or old. Inuyasha was certainly neither but he was also not a woman.

"Men don't do that with each other," he said flatly. "It's immoral."

"Really." Inuyasha leaned closer to him, grinning at his obvious distress.

"It's unnatural!"

The hanyou pressed close to him, his breath warm as he grazed Miroku's earlobe with a fang. "I don't fucking care."

"It's against my religion!" he shouted in desperation.

Inuyasha grabbed his chin, turning Miroku's face so he could look into his eyes. "The gods aren't watching," he whispered. Then he pressed close and covered Miroku's mouth with an aggressive, yet passionate kiss. Miroku's eyes went wide as the hanyou's tongue parted his lips and slipped inside his mouth. It didn't feel all that wrong.

But he couldn't breathe, not with Inuyasha pressing so firmly against him, not with his mouth caught in such a hot and demanding kiss. Gasping, Miroku broke away, trying to get his bearings and not able to look at the hanyou's amused expression.

"Gods, Miroku," Inuyasha said, grinning again. "I thought you were a real pervert. Now you're blushing like a little girl that just got her first kiss."

He glared at Inuyasha. "I'm not blushing," he said from between clenched teeth. "I'm pissed off as hell. How dare you..."

A hand descended on his crotch, grabbing his not-soft penis. "You don't feel pissed off," Inuyasha snickered. "You feel like you liked it."

Miroku opened his mouth to retort but the hanyou pounced on him again, grabbing the back of his hair and kissing him so hard that their teeth scraped. The hand at his crotche started to fondle him gently, at odds with the bruising kiss. Miroku wanted to shove him away, wanted to tell him to get the hell off him, but when he tried to speak all he was able to do was make a soft moan of desire.

"Thought so," Inuyasha muttered, starting to kiss and lick his neck. "Women are fun, but sometimes it's better with a guy," he said as his hand continued to pump Miroku's erection. "This way I don't have to listen to any bitching about how much we love each other and how happy we'll be once we're married. All that matters is that you want to fuck, I want to fuck and we're both here."

"That doesn't make sense," Miroku grumbled, leaning back so that Inuyasha's hot mouth could travel over his chest. Gods, why did it have to feel so good? Inuyasha's fingers stroked him from scrotum to head, his fangs bit lightly at Miroku's nipples.

"I dunno," the hanyou said, his voice rough and filled with want. "I don't really care either, I'm just a dumb half breed, I don't have to make sense. Just shut the fuck up and enjoy it. You got that much sense, right?"

Miroku didn't feel like arguing, but he still made a half hearted grab at Inuyasha's hair to try and pull him away. Inuyasha growled against his stomach, not so much threatening as irritated that Miroku kept interfering. His fingers curled around Miroku's cock and squeezed hard until the monk gave a desperate yelp of pleasure.

"I should suck you into my wind tunnel," Miroku panted. Damn hanyou almost made him come right then and there. What the hell is wrong with me, he asked himself as his fingers wound into the soft silvery white hair.

He felt Inuyasha grin into the soft place between his belly and his crotch. "Suck me into your wind tunnel? Okay, but I get to show you something about sucking first."

The monk gasped as Inuyasha's head disappeared under the water and a strong mouth took hold of his cock. He tensed at the brush of fanged teeth then felt his spine curve from sheer pleasure as Inuyasha's tongue darted around his shaft like a trapped hummingbird. Gods, but nothing should feel this good, he thought staring up at the clear sky as his hips started to thrust in time to Inuyasha's movements.

He dug his fingers into the sandy bottom of the hot spring, bracing himself as the hanyou continued to pump and lick him mercilessly. His eyes were crossing, his breathing grew harsher and Miroku could feel his balls tightening. Sweet Buddha, how long can he hold his breath, the monk wondered.

Then Inuyasha shoved him all the way down his throat and growled. Miroku shouted, twisting against the hanyou's hold as the climax rocked his body. He grabbed the back of Inuyasha's head, shoving it hard into his crotch as he came violently. His limbs felt heavy, his nerves twitching with the aftershock of the orgasm when Inuyasha pulled away and burst out of the water, spitting a long fountain of murky water from his lips before wiping his chin and grinning.

"What was that about a wind tunnel?" he laughed, leaning back with a knowing smirk.

Miroku was still breathing hard and shook his head. "Forget I said anything."

He couldn't leave it at that, not that Inuyasha was likely to let him. With a faint, almost shy smile, he reached down and felt for the hanyou. It would be selfish of him not to return the favor, he thought. His fingers closed around a rock hard shaft and Inuyasha hissed. Miroku tentatively explored with his fingers, not quite able to look Inuyasha in the eye, but still willing to reciprocate.

It was easier than he'd thought it would be, the motions were familiar enough. It wasn't like he'd never masturbated before, hell, he'd have never made it through puberty if he hadn't been able to take care of his own needs. Inuyasha leaned back, letting his head rest on Miroku's shoulder as the monk pumped and fondled him.

"That's not bad," the hanyou said at last. "I think we can do better though."

Miroku nodded and took a deep breath, leaning forward. Inuyasha stopped him with a quick grab and a laugh. "Not like that, stupid," he said, a light flush on his cheeks. "I'd probably drown you if you tried it underwater. Besides, I got a better idea."

"Better idea?" Miroku asked suspiciously. Inuyasha just hooked an arm around him and dragged him onto his lap.

"Much better," he muttered, holding Miroku tight with the hanyou's erection stiff between their bellies. The monk grinned back, raising a finger to trace Inuyasha's full lower lip. Why hadn't he ever noticed that Inuyasha was so beautiful? Well, he had, but he'd told himself that it wasn't that, he was just watching a possible rival. As if he could hear his thoughts, Inuyasha snorted and pulled Miroku's mouth down for a kiss. This time their tongues explored relentlessly, Miroku giving back what he got, determined to not let Inuyasha think that he was the only one who knew what he was doing.

The monk's hips rocked against Inuyasha's, making the hanyou growl and whine in pleasure. It felt sinfully good to Miroku, it didn't feel exactly natural but it did feel erotic to be rubbing chest to bare chest like this. He'd never even considered that he'd find another male in the least bit sexy, but Inuyasha didn't seem to be anything else. The friction between them was unbearable.

Inuyasha buried his face in Miroku's shoulder, his hands tracing down the monk's back to rest on his ass. Miroku shivered as the clawed fingers squeezed and kneaded him gently, finally slipping between his cheeks with knowing intent.

At that moment, something occurred to Miroku and he squirmed. Meeting Inuyasha's puzzled expression, he grinned sheepishly. "Claws," he said, knowing the hanyou would understand what he was getting at.

"Fuck." Inuyasha scowled, but didn't release him. "It's gonna hurt like hell if you aren't prepared," he muttered. "I can't do that to you, Miroku."

Realization dawned on him unpleasantly, somehow he found he was disappointed. Like he was leaving something unfinished, but he had to admit that he didn't relish the idea of a claw tipped finger prodding his sensitive areas. "Maybe," he muttered, twisting slightly in Inuyasha's lap so he could reach past the hanyou's arm. Carefully, he inserted his own finger into his anus and Inuyasha started to chuckle at his partner's inventive mind.

"Now I know you're a hentai," he said, bringing his palms up to caress Miroku's face. "Nothing stops you, eh?"

"I...uh...have...er...learned to be...inventive," he muttered, trying to work himself. He wondered if he looked as silly as he felt, somehow the erotic mood that had enveloped them seemed to be fading. He was sitting in the lap of another male, a half demon one at that, with his very own finger shoved right up his...

"Ahhh," Miroku suddenly moaned as Inuyasha's mouth descended to his chest again. The hanyou nibbled on his neck, the fingers of one hand tracing erotic circles on his belly. The other hand snuck around and cupped his balls, giving him a tender squeeze.

"Is that better?" Miroku nodded wordlessly, swaying against the hanyou's chest. Inuyasha continued his gentle caress, giving a breathless chuckle now and then as Miroku's expression grew more intent.

"I'm ready," he said at last, keeping his eyes shut as Inuyasha's hand buried in his hair, bringing his lips down for another kiss.

"You sure you want this?" the half demon murmured, his voice gentle. "It's up to you, I won't get pissed off if you don't."

Miroku cracked open an eye. "Just do it," he answered, sure that he at least wanted to try. The idea was growing on him, curiosity mixed with a little nervous excitement. After all, he'd been inside many women, this was the closest he could ever come to understanding what it must feel like. Certainly, he expected discomfort, but after that...

Inuyasha shifted them, letting Miroku rise up on his knees so that he could position the head of his cock at the monk's entrance. Gently, he gripped the monk's him and pressed down until his tip was flush against the puckered hole. The warm water had helped to relax Miroku and he could feel that Inuyasha was already a bit slick, his cock unbearably hard and beginning to leak milky fluid.

"Just...do it at your own pace," Inuyasha said, his breathing growing harsher. Miroku suddenly understood that the hanyou was holding back, visibly strained as he kept from forcing himself inside. Miroku bit his lip and thought of something else as he let himself drop down, both hands on Inuyasha's shoulders, the hanyou's claws digging lightly into his hips.

Gods, was this was it was supposed to feel like? There was discomfort, but it didn't seem to be as bad as he'd feared. He was careful to go slow, easing down an inch at a time and pausing when it felt uncomfortable until he adjusted. His own breath was ragged, Inuyasha's eyes were closed and Miroku noticed that sweat was dripping from the hanyou's temples. Determined to get to the good part, he clenched his teeth and bore down hard, taking the full length inside him with one smooth motion.

"Fucking hell," the hanyou muttered hoarsely. His eyes opened and they stared at each other, faces flushed. "Does it hurt?"

Miroku shook his head. "Not bad, just strange. I feel stretched but I can take it."

Inuyasha nodded and reached for Miroku's hips, rocking him forward. Stars burst in front of the monk's eyes and he yelped in sudden pain. "Damn it!"

The hanyou stilled immediately. "You okay? You want me to stop?"

"No," Miroku answered, his tone peevish. "I want to keep going, just sit there already. I'll figure it out."

He started to move his hips in short jerks, getting used the feeling of being impaled on something. It felt good, but nothing amazing, he decided. Inuyasha seemed to be enjoying their friction, moaning and whining softly, his head thrown back as Miroku's tentative motions became bolder. Fascinated, the monk stared at his partner, noticing the way his every twitch and thrust made Inuyasha cry out.

Slowly, he raised his hands to the half demon's ears and started to caress them. Inuyasha whimpered and suddenly thrust his hips up and Miroku felt the head of the half demon's cock find something inside him and his balls ached in suddenly, intense pleasure.

"What the..." he whispered and shifted his weight to try and hit that spot again. He found it and stars burst in front of his eyes. Amazing, he thought dizzily, moving so he could brush that sensitive bundle of nerves again. Pleasure so intense it was almost agony made his cock feel like a heavy rock between them and Miroku shivered and muttered nonsense words under his breath.

"Hey," Inuyasha said gently, "stay with me, ya crazy monk." A strong mouth covered his and Miroku sucked gently at Inuyasha's tongue as their movements became smoother with practice. It felt so primal, so raw to have another deep inside him like this. He'd never dreamed that it would be satisfying, erotic, to be taken by another male.

Inuyasha seemed to be in some distress, he thought, noticing how red the hanyou's cheeks were and how sweat was dripping into his eyes. "Gods," Inuyasha muttered, pressing his forehead against Miroku's chest as the monk continued to caress his ears. "I can't hold back much longer. I want...I need to..."

Miroku realized what he meant and gave a sharp nod of his head. "It's okay," he said, kissing Inuyasha's closed eyelids. "Let's do it right."

They slid apart, Miroku suddenly aching as Inuyasha's cock was withdrawn. It was good that the water was so soothing and warm, he expected he'd be sore for a few days. He obligingly turned over, pressing his palms flat on the bank of the stream and leaning back as Inuyasha gently parted his legs. The hanyou guided him again and this time Miroku didn't waste time and rammed himself down on Inuyasha's rock hard member.

There was a soft growl from behind him and Miroku licked his lips in anticipation. This was probably going to be rougher than he would have liked, but he understood that while he'd been pleasured and taken his time, Inuyasha had been kept waiting. He was willing to put up with a little more discomfort and resolved himself to relax and enjoy what he could, at least the pleasure of his partner's satisfaction would be his.

Inuyasha pulled him close and whispered against the back of his neck. "Okay?"

"Yeah," Miroku answered thickly. He shoved back against the hanyou's hips. "I'm ready."

Another soft growl and Inuyasha started to move, slowly at first, thrusting gently and trying to spare Miroku from any pain. A few times it did hurt, but Miroku eased back and did what he could to change the angle and found that he could deal with it. In fact, it felt pretty damn good, that sweet spot inside him was hit over and over, making him gasp and writhe against Inuyasha's hips.

A hand gripped his shoulder and Inuyasha leaned forward and started to fuck him harder, making Miroku bounce and gasp as he was pounded from behind. Inuyasha seemed to become lost, moving faster and faster, each thrust deeper and harder than before. Miroku bit his lip and concentrated on the pleasure-pain, the friction and the rough motions that shoved him hard into the soft bank of the stream.

A firm hand found his cock and started to stroke him and Miroku hissed in pleasure. Inuyasha's hand moved in time with his hips, squeezing him tighter with each hard thrust, rutting against his hips with an almost animalistic intensity. Miroku caught the flavor of the hanyou's passion and found himself growling in response, thrusting his hips back to meet Inuyasha's even hard, listening as his partner's soft growls grew louder and sounded more like the snarling of a feral creature.

Miroku tipped his head back as Inuyasha's chest met his back, the hanyou's breath hot in his ear. "Fuck me harder, " he whispered, knowing his words would drive Inuyasha right over the edge. In agreement, the pace built to a brutal rhythm, the grunts and savage moans of pleasure coming from Inuyasha's throat only excited him more. So this was what it was like to fuck a demon, Miroku thought as pleasure engulfed him.

Inuyasha surged against him, crying out almost in pain as the firestorm of his climax consumed them both. His fist tightened on Miroku's painful erection and the monk's hands dug hard into the soft earth, pulling out handfuls of grass and an intense orgasm made him suddenly scream Inuyasha's name as loud as he could.

The hanyou collapsed on him, his cock still twitching inside Miroku's aching hole. Neither of them could move, just laid there panting and gasping like two exhausted animals, spent from the intensity of their rut. Finally, Inuyasha gave a soft moan and pulled his soft member out of his partner, flopping gracelessly on his back next to the tired monk.

"Well that was fun," he muttered, brushing a mass of white hair out of his eyes. "I can't remember the last time I came that fucking hard. You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Miroku turned to look at him, feeling the muscles in his back and thighs protesting any motions. He knew he'd be sore in all kinds of places for the next few days, but it had been worth it. "You didn't hurt me," he assured the hanyou, grinning stupidly.

Inuyasha chuckled. "Next time, you get to be seme," he said with a smirk. "It's no fun to always be the one on top."

Laughing, Miroku had to agree. "You said it. Next time, I'll be the one who does the work. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy it. I've learned a few tricks I don't mind sharing."

With a snort, Inuyasha met his eyes and grinned mischievously. "Pervert monk."

"Takes a hentai to know a hentai," Miroku retorted. To his surprise, Inuyasha smiled and looked almost shy.

"Yeah, but isn't it fun."

Miroku smiled and nodded. "That it most definitely is."