Consequences

Pairing : MirokuxInuyasha

Rating : NC-17

Disclaimer : Rumiko Takahashi owns all the lovely characters.

Authors notes & Warnings : Mpreg. Slight angst. Slash. Lemon.

Feedback is appreciated and can be sent to saraste_impi@hotmail.com. I want to thank my wonderful beta Serenity for her work, time and engouragement. *bows and hugs*.



It had been four days.



Four days since that one morning after the new moon when he hadn’t changed back. He couldn’t bring himself to fathom how humans dealt with it every single day. But they didn’t have to, because that was what they had always known, to him, this was completely new. Most of his human nights he had spent annoyed and alert, not really delving into how it all felt.



He had never watched a day through human eyes before. And now he was seeing all in a new light...literally. The smells not so sharp, even subdued, his other senses dulled. It was as if he was under a veil that affected all that he was. For, of course, he still had the memory of being otherwise. Not human.



Then there was the fear, and insecurity. Being a hanyou had given him a sense of security he could defend himself and now his strength had been taken away. He was still stronger than most humans but he had yet to admit it to himself, for he only thought of what he’d lost. Insecurities rattled his mind. What if Miroku had fallen in love with him because of his strenght, his cunning? And now that he was weak, the monk would leave him? And then there were the other problems.

It was driving Inuyasha crazy. He needed to be held – by someone who wasn't Kagome. A certain someone who just smirked at him when he shot pleading glances that shouted 'Help me!'.



But it was all in vain. Kagome had plastered herself on his person since the discovery of his continuing human status. There had been contact between him and Miroku, innocent brushing of bodies when they passed each other and fingers touching when a bowl of soup was offered from one hand to another.

But no embraces, kisses, snuggling. No sweaty limbs entwining and bodies writhing in wanton passion. It was maddening. He wondered how the monk, a devout letcher, who passed no opportunity to grope anyone, could stand the lack of it.



*I can see him cracking. Good. I don't know how long I can stand the current state of things*. It was all part of Miroku's plan. And tonight he would discourage the ever alert Sango and Kagome from their unending watch-duty and run into the woods with his lover for some long-overdue lovemaking.



When evening came and they finally set up their camp, it proved to be harder than what the monk thought.



Kagome was fussing over Inuyasha, making him skittish. He had yelled to her to leave him alone and then it had happened. The girl had started to fume and, without thinking, had opened her mouth for the command. Miroku, being close, latched his hand on her mouth before she could say anymore than a stern ”S..”.



”What were you thinking!?”, he yelled at the miko, spinning her around to face him, ”that would kill him now!”. ”Think of him, really, before you do something like that!”.



The others were startled by Miroku's outburst. Sango put it to jealousy but Kagome just stepped back. Surely the monk hadn't been so fiercely protective of anyone, not even Sango, whom he supposedly 'had something for'.



Inuyasha gave his lover a sharp glance, *They can't know, not now! How can he be so careless about it??*



Kagome watched the interaction between the pair. Surely, there was something that evaded her, just beyond her grasp. She would watch the men closely. *I will figure this out!* She vowed silently to herself.



Inuyasha shrugged Kagome's loosened grip off of his shoulder and took some distance between himself and the girl. He really hadn't thought that he'd die if the beads were activated when he was human, but thinking back to the fact that it hurt much when he was in his youkai form then...



”I'm sorry Inuyasha, I won't do it again...not as long as you're human.” She just had to add that last remark. In her opinion, the hanyou could come quite unbearable at times if he was not controlled. She ran her fingers through her hair. Something was definitely amiss here. *But who will take care of Inuyasha if I don't?* She hadn't thought of that. She approached the hanyou.



Inuyasha spun around to face her, his now blue eyes watching her weary and apprehensive. *Please, no more coddling!* He backed. Kagome scrunched her eyebrows. Really, the hanyou was impossible these days.



”Inuyasha?” She questioned the now human hanyou.



”What?”



”I must have been smothering you, but I'm just worried. You just seem so helpless..”



”I'm not helpless!”



There was fire in Inuyasha's eyes now, something akin, but not exactly alike what his golden demon eyes looked like. Now Kagome took backward steps. *Better if I don't say anything more*. So she just demurely drew back and began to unpack her things.



Miroku made sure that no-one looked at their direction and leaned close to Inuyasha, whispering, ”Meet me at the woods soon”. With a wink he turned away and settled his few possessions on the ground over his blanket. Then he made an excuse and stepped into the woods.



Inuyasha fumbled with his things for a while longer and left with saying that he was going to gather firewood, promising not to go far. Sango frowned but understood that the hanyou needed the space as proven by what happened earlier. Kagome just kept her distance and started to study from a heavy book.



* * *

Leaves rustled against the fabric of Inuyasha's kimono as he rushed through the woods, eager to be with his lover. ”Miroku!”, he called softly. He was almost startled when strong hands encircled him from behind and soft, firm lips placed a possessive kiss on his neck.



”Oh gods, how I've missed this!” Miroku buried his face in Inuyasha’s neck and breathed in his scent. His arms gripped his lover more possessively and he just held the hanyou.



”Me too..” Inuyasha turned and molded himself against his lover. They started to kiss, softly nibbling each others lips, tongues sliding back and forth in their joined mouths.



They moaned in unison as their erections ground against each other. Miroku slid his hand in Inuyasha's long raven locks, resting his other on the small of the hanyou’s back.



Miroku drew Inuyasha closer to him, his other hand moving down from the long black hair to fumble with the others clothes. The fire rat kimono was opened and thrown away leaving the hanyou clothed only in his undershirt and hakama.



Inuyashas’ hands were finding their own way with undressing his lover. Soon they were both naked from the waist up. They held to each other, skin against skin, their moans reverberated in the forest mixing with the chirping of birds and the soft sound of the blowing wind.



Inuyasha trailed his hands on his lovers back, savouring the touch. To think that he'd been deprived of this for so long! The lovers kissed deeply until they swooned and ended up in a heap on the forest floor.



Miroku, impatient, began to tug at Inuyasha's hakama wanting his lover properly undressed. Soon his fumbling fingers opened the knot and his lover lay naked before him. He drank in the sight, he never got tired of it. Those sleek, slender muscles and that smooth, unmarred skin. He started to lick his way across Inuyasha's chest and was rewarded with the most sinful sounding of moans.



”Ahn, tease...you..still.. Ah!”.



Miroku smirked and relieved himself from the rest of his clothing, getting Inuyasha's meaning amidst the babbled words. Then he lowered himself over his lover draping his limbs over and around the hanyou, skin touching skin.



”Ah...so good. Love you.”



”Love you too.”



Inuyasha backed his statement by rocking his hips against Miroku, bringing their erections together. They both gasped. After that, there were no words except for the sweet nothings they whispered to each other between hitched breaths. Tongues explored skin and lips met on occasion in hasty, lingering kisses.

Miroku took both of their erections in his hand and began to pump them, starting slow but going to an almost frantic pace within minutes. Soon they came with hoarse cries, days of pent up need finally finding release.



They lay side by side on the ground, panting. Miroku smoothed out some stray hairs from Inuyasha's face and then caressed his cheek. The hanyou was just too tired to move and just lay there enjoying the caress.



”How long when they begin to miss us?”, Inuyasha finally asked. He had a glint in his eye and he let his gaze sweep over his naked lover, his eyes finally resting on a certain part of his anatomy.



Miroku smirked when he felt Inuyasha’s eyes upon him.



”You really that needy?”.



”Look who’s talking..”, Inuyasha pointed out, his hand reaching out to touch Miroku’s cock. The monk let out a hitched breath and bucked into his hand. But then he removed his hand and rested it on Miroku’s hip. Inuyasha leaned in to kiss his lover deeply. When he withdrew his eyes were serious.



”Do you really love me?”, he questioned.



”Of course I love you!” Miroku was indignant. *How would he think..* Then he really looked into his lovers eyes and went through the last days events in his head.



”You think I only love you for your strength, don’t you?”



”Well.. But I can’t protect you..”



Miroku scooted closer to Inuyasha and wrapped his arms around his slender waist. He looked straight into those now blue eyes.



”I love you for yourself, not for your strength.”



They just held each other in silence for a time.



”You really thought that I’d abandon the love of my life for something as frivolous as outward appearances?” Miroku scolded his lover and hugged him tigthly. Then he kissed Inuyasha. Their lips lingered. What began as a sweet, reassuring kiss turned demanding, leaving them both swooning and Miroku buried his face into Inuyasha’s collarbone, lips attached to pale skin.



Inuyasha’s hand wandered of it’s own volition from Miroku’s waist to the curve of his buttocks. Teasingly he stroked the skin, rubbing gentle circles and giving it a firm squeeze now and then.



”I want you”, he whispered huskily into Miroku’s ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin.



”Oh, how I want you”



Inuyasha responded by raising his hand from Miroku’s bottom and slipping them into his lover’s already awaiting mouth. The monk sucked them eagerly, making the hanyou gasp from delight. Soon Inuyasha’s hand returned and began searching for that tiny puckered entrance, and when his fingers found it, he slipped in one finger. Miroku hissed.



”Too dry?” his lover inquired.



”No, just it’s been quite long, you know.”



Though neither of them was overly dominant, it was usually Miroku who ended up on top. Inuyasha liked the feeling of being fucked into oblivion, but on occasion he needed to feel that Miroku belonged to him and only him. To feel his lover writhe beneath him as he pounded the other to completion was a chance to let go.



Miroku began rocking on the finger and Inuyasha searched for that little something. Miroku, who had shut his eyes at the initial intrusion snapped them open.

”Another”, he panted, impatiently. He wanted to feel his lovers cock thrusting against his prostate and he didn’t want to wait.



His lover complied and added another finger. It burned, but it was a pleasant burn, because he knew what would follow.



”Turn over, I want to taste you”, Inuyasha ordered huskily and kissed Miroku deeply, his fingers imbedded deep within his lover, stroking him. Miroku saw stars and whimpered against his lips.



Inuyasha withdrew his fingers and backed from the kiss, while Miroku flipped over, hastily tucking some clothes under his pelvis to lift it.

The hanyou gave little butterfly kisses all across his buttocks. The monk groaned impatiently. In spite of that Inuyasha took his time turning the kisses to gentle nips and licks.



But Inuyasha’s restraints were soon going. He parted his lovers cheeks and lowered to kiss the tiny ring of muscle. Miroku fought to not come right then and there, his cock leaking pre-cum, he threw his head back and moaned.



The hanyou began flicking his tongue over the puckered hole and finally dipped it in. His lover moaned in wanton. Inuyasha continued stretching his lover until the monk begged to be filled or he’d come right now and make his lover wait if he wanted to fuck anyone anytime soon.



Inuyasha fished the tiny vial of oil from his clothes and poured it onto his palm and slicked his cock with it. Taking hold of his lover’s hips he slid slowly into Miroku. Inuyasha sighed, enjoying the feeling of a tight, wet heat surrounding him.



Miroku had lost his ability to express himself coherently, he just jutted his hips backwards and moaned, fisting his hands. Inuyasha began with slow thrusts, getting Miroku accustomed but he soon started to pound faster as his lover met his every downward thrust with an upward. Keeping his hold on his lover’s hips, the hanyou pounded him into oblivion.



Soon they both came again with hoarse cries and Inuyasha collapsed briefly over his lover before rolling on his back into the ground.



They lay still for a time, their breaths evening out and returning to normal. Inuyasha rolled onto his side and extended a hand to caress Miroku’s cheek. The monk elicited loving words at the endearment. Finally he sighed and looked into his lovers now blue eyes.



”They’ll come looking for us soon, you know..”



”I suppose they will, what with my vulnerability..”



”There’s a stream quite close, let’s go wash up and then gather some firewood, or they’ll never believe what took us so long.”



Inuyasha flashed a lewd grin at his lover, got up and snatched their clothes over his arm.



”I wonder what we’ll do in the stream..?”



Miroku gave a cheeky smile of his own, extending a hand to caress his lovers calf.



”Maybe I could..wash your back?”



They left together for the stream, both laughing like mad.