Hanyou Times Two

A/N Sorry this took a while! Another story kept coming into my brain and, well, if THAT Miroku had tried to play this story, it would just be an entirely different category. Had to wait ‘til this Miroku came back into my head for a while!! I know it’s short, but I thought keeping you waiting anymore would just be mean!

NOTE FOR FINDING THE STORY NEXT TIME: As usual, I find myself thinking of plot both couples more and more, so I’m going to put this into the General Category when I post ch. 3, instead of the Miroku/Sango Category, just to be safe. So, that’s where you’ll find it!


Chapter 2 – Vanilla

Why did it have to be vanilla, Miroku moaned to himself as he rocked back and forth, trying to ignore Sango and her proximity and most of all her fantastic, amazing smell that made him want to run over and pound into her until he made her pass out from the sheer joy of it.

It shouldn’t be so hard to ignore! It was merely a smell. Surely ignoring one fifth of his senses was not beyond his abilities?

As the scent of vanilla and jasmine drifted over to him and his member sprung to attention once more, he moaned again. Gods, why did it have to be VANILLA?? Vanilla and cherries, the scent of the oils used in his favorite brothel of all time. He’d never been able to encounter either scent without becoming a little aroused ever since his first nice with a courtesan there. It had never been anything like this, though! This was ridiculous! Every time her scent hit his nose, he was instantly as hard as a rock. It was painful and frustrating and it didn’t help that she was so near and unaware that he likely could have been on her, and in her, before she was even fully awake. If it weren’t for Inuyasha’s periodic glares directed his way, he might have given into temptation and simply jumped the taijiya.

In his brief periods of lucidity, he was certain that Inuyasha’s presence was a good thing. He would never wish to force a woman, after all. On the other hand, he thought he just might die, literally die, if he wasn’t able to find himself between Sango’s thighs in the very near future.

Vanilla and plums now. He looked over and realized he could hear her regular breathing all the way across the camp. She’d fallen asleep again. He’d seen her wake a number of times, when he’d been unable to keep his discomfort silent, and a part of him noticed her smell changing. Jasmine and vanilla when she was awake, plums and vanilla when she slept. He wondered, with the small part of his brain that wasn’t occupied thinking up new sexual positions that would tax even Sango’s flexibility and stamina , if that always held true. Would he be able to tell she was asleep merely by her scent?

Would he be able to tell when she was completely vulnerable? Soft and vulnerable and open to him…when he could come up to her and tear off her clothes and take her before she could even blink. He groaned again, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his fundoshi.

What was wrong with him to think of such violent things!!

Inuyasha looked up again at his noise and shook his head.

“Will ya just go to sleep already? You’re fucking keeping me up, houshi.” He snapped quietly.

“I’m trying!” Miroku whispered. “It’s just- how do I ignore the smell! I can’t get my body to stop reacting to it! How do you deal with Sango’s smell?!”

Inuyasha’s brow furrowed. “Sango’s smell is still bothering you? Huh. My mind just kinda blocks it out. I thought Kagome’s was getting to you… “

“Kagome? No, I hardly even notice it anymore. But Sango….I’ve been aroused for hours!”

“Welcome to my world.” Inuyasha grumped. “If it’s not the youkai blood, it’s the damn smells. Trust me, being aroused for a few hours is nothin’. Wait until you’ve got an erection that lasts a whole week long. See how fucking easy it is to keep from acting like an ass when you’re brain hasn’t had any blood for seven days.”

“A week?” Miroku looked at him, horrified. “You’ve gone without release in this state for…for an entire WEEK?” His respect for Inuyasha jumped several notches. An entire week, and none of his friends had died by the hanyou’s hands; that alone was impressive.

Although, his view of Inuyasha’s stupidity jumped as well.

“Why didn’t you simply visit a brothel? If you went at night, and covered your ears, surely you could find a woman to obtain release from?” There was no way in the entire world he was going to last a week this way. He wasn’t certain he’d be able to last the night!

“It wouldn’t help.” Inuyasha muttered. “If one scent gets you up, you can either screw the person with that scent, or do without. You go near another female and you’ll go limp faster than you can blink. Trust me, I’ve fucking tried.”

Inuyasha saw Miroku’s shocked stared and smiled evilly. “Oh, and in case I forgot to mention? If you’re an inu-hanyou, which it looks like ya are, you better be DAMN careful when you have sex. Lose control for a minute and bite her and WHAM, you’ve got yourself a mate. You’ll be limp dicked around every other female for the rest of your frippin’ life. Well, unless you killed her off, then you’d be able to get it up again, I suppose”

Miroku’s horrified gaze made Inuyasha chuckle darkly. “Nothing to say, monk?”

“That’s simply the most barbaric thing I’ve ever heard. You bite someone during sex and you can’t be with anyone else?? I can’t believe…Wait, just how easy is it to lose control during sex?” Miroku thought quickly. It could be done, if he was really careful…

“Well, let’s just say that the first time I was willing to take the chance was when I had a hard on for 15 days in a row and thought I might go insane before I got rid of it. Didn’t matter, a course, because I went limp as soon as I tried anything, but at least the damn erection went away. Until I walked back into camp, of course, and then it came right back with Kagome’s stupid scent. And Miroku, I’ve been practicing keeping my blood in check for a couple a hundred years, so you can see how much faith I have in control during sex, eh?”

Miroku wanted to beat his head into his hands. He’d thought being a hanyou might not be all that bad. The women smelled wonderful, he still had his spiritual powers, and his body was stronger and faster than he’d ever had it.

But…perpetual erections and no sex? He risked staying with just one woman, forever, if he had sex? FOREVER!!! The celestial maiden had obviously been a beast from hell in disguise, because no one other than something made of pure evil could have come up with a curse so profoundly horrendous.

Vanilla and Jasmine.

“DAMMIT!” Miroku snarled and finally pushed himself to his feet and stomped stiffly out of the camp, followed by a chortling Inuyasha.

Sango and Kagome were greeted the next morning by an exhausted and irritable hanyou couple storming into camp.

“I’m FINE!” Miroku yelled as he stormed out of the trees, purple shadows dark under his eyes.

“You’re fucking anything but fine! You need to control your…”

“Shut up, Inuyasha!” Miroku turned and swung at him as the other hanyou leaped out of the way.

“You are just askin’ to get pounded, monk!” Inuyasha growled.

“Oh really? I’d just love to see you try, hanyou!”

“You may get your wish, HANYOU!” Inuyasha and Miroku stood and glared at each other, chests heaving and clawed hands flexing with temper.

Sango and Kagome looked at each other in surprise and cleared their throats simultaneously.

“WHAT!” Miroku and Inuyasha turned and responded in one voice, turning their glares to the women.

Sango stared at Miroku, Kagome stared at Inuyasha, and they both shook their heads.

“It’s like watching twins bickering.” Kagome said, shaking her head.

“Irritating, immature twins who have yet to learn any manners.” Sango finished. Miroku flushed vividly and Inuyasha sneered.

“Keh.” He turned away and walked over to the campfire where the girls had already set up breakfast. He grabbed a portion and sat down to eat without saying another word.

Miroku took a deep breath, winced as more smells hit his body like a hammer, and tried to walk as nonchalantly past the women as Inuyasha had.

I have manners, I have control, I can do this, I will NOT jump Sango and make love to her until every nerve in my body goes numb.

“Thank you for breakfast, ladies.” He managed to say softly.

They nodded, slightly appeased, and sat down with them to break their fast. Shippou bounced around a moment until Kagome handed him some food as well, and Miroku tried to ignore everyone’s stares as he ate quietly.

“You haven’t put your hair up.” Sango said.

“Eh, no.” Miroku reached up to finger his free flowing hair nervously, “It feels a little too odd to have it pulled back and realize I don’t have any ears on the side of my head anymore.”

The women nodded while Inuyasha snorted irritably. “Your fucking ears aren’t there whether you pull your hair back or not, idiot.”

“That’s true, but this way it is less of a shock to my system.” Miroku said calmly, proud of himself for not kicking Inuyasha the way he desperately wanted to. He was having such a hard time not reacting violently to every little irritation that every victory felt like a small miracle.

“Have you thought of going to the springs to see if you can find the celestial…”

“Been there this morning already, she’s fuckin’ gone.” Inuyasha interrupted the slayer. “Neither of us can find a scent trail leading out, no big surprise. If we can change him back, it ain’t gonna be by the same person who cursed him.”

“I am hoping that possibly Kaede-sama might have some ideas, or at least might know of someone who might be able to assist me in ridding myself of this curse.” Miroku said quietly.

“Yeah, good fuckin’ luck there.” Inuyasha snorted, and Miroku resisted the urge to hit him yet again.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome chided him, and Sango glared as well. “You should be more supportive!”

“Yes, Inuyasha. Don’t you wish to help your friend in need?” Miroku asked, enjoying watching Inuyasha’s fists clench as he, too, resisted the urge to get into a fight.

This is actually rather fun, now that I’m not as worried that he can actually hurt me.

“Keh. C’mon. If we’re gonna go, let’s fucking get moving and get this over with.” Inuyasha grumped, watching impatiently as Kagome and Sango packed up the camp. Miroku attempted to help gather up a few items, but when he accidentally punctured two cups of ramen in a row with his claws, the women shooed him away. He stood next to Inuyasha, feeling rather useless.

“Crap, this is taking fucking forever.”

“You could always assist them, Inuyasha, if you are so eager to leave.” Miroku said, watching the women carefully as he did so.

“Keh, that’s stupid. Why would I do that when they’re already doin’ it?” Both the women stopped and turned to look at him. Miroku smiled.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome’s voice said, and Inuyasha winced, “osuwari!”

WHAM.

Miroku chuckled to himself. That had been almost as satisfying as hitting Inuyasha himself, and all it took was asking the right question.

It was good to have an actual mind.

Vanilla and Cherries.

NO! Not the two scents together! He’d almost gotten soft again finally, and now he was harder than diamond! He started to pant, watching as Sango angrily gathered the last few things of the camp and he felt like crying.

When she’s angry it’s vanilla and CHERRIES? His favorite two smells in the entire world, when she was angry??

“The world truly does seem out to get me lately.” He whispered, and Inuyasha, finally out of his small crater, smirked as he looked at him.

“Seven Fucking Days, Monk.” He whispered under his breath.

“You’re enjoying this far too much.” Miroku whispered back.

“Misery loves company.”

Miroku looked a moment at Inuyasha’s pants and realized that the front of blousy red hakama weren’t as loose as he might have assumed. So, Inuyasha couldn’t ignore the women, or his woman, either. Wonderful.

“Can I at least do something about this on my own?” he whispered rather desperately, imagining riding on kirara for hours with a hard on rubbed over and over as they moved…with Sango in front of him within easy reach. He gulped, staring at her intently as he thought of it.

“Yeah, you can go take care of yourself, but there’s only so many times a day you can do that shit before you rub yourself raw, monk.” Inuyasha whispered back.

“But, if it gave some relief for a while….”

“Only until you walk back into the damn camp.” Inuyasha murmured. At Miroku’s confused stare, he smirked at him. “Inu-hanyou don’t have to wait before they’re ‘ready to go,’ monk. You’ll be just as hard, just as fast as normal, the second the damn smell hits you again.”

Miroku started to whimper. “I don’t think I can do this!”

“Doesn’t look like you’ve got a choice, monk.” Inuyasha smiled evilly and Miroku clenched his hands as he fought to urge to leap at him. If he couldn’t get rid of his sexual frustration one way, perhaps pounding on his friend until that smile left his face would suffice. He took one step when Sango called out.

“We’re ready to go.” She yelled, and as Miroku watched Kagome climb onto Inuyasha’s back, he looked speculatively at Sango.

“Sango, don’t you think Kirara looks a bit tired?” he asked innocently.

“Tired?” Sango looked at the neko youkai and frowned. “Do you think so?”

“She’s seemed a bit droopy lately. But perhaps I’m being overly concerned…”

“Droopy.” Sango’s face grew worried.

Vanilla and plums. Wait, .plums again? Miroku looked at her worried face and suddenly felt better. The exact same scent as last night, and she was worried? Was she worried about me last night? How sweet.

“Perhaps we would do better to let her rest today.” He moved closer, his almost neon indigo eyes watching her closely, “I’m sure I could let you ride on my back as Kagome and Inuyasha do.” he said, striving for casual.

Sango’s scent went from plums to cherries, distracting him with the even more painful erection, so much that he didn’t see her move until his head was to the side, his cheek stinging.

“Hentai! Worrying me over Kirara just to give yourself a – a chance to be a pervert!” she glared at him.

“You malign me unjustly, Sango.” He said, rubbing his cheek and holding onto his newfound temper with an effort. Did she have to slap him? What did it matter if he had been looking forward to a position where his hands would be holding onto those strong, round thighs of hers for hours at a time? A position where her body would have been flush with his, her breasts pressed up against his back, her…

He saw Inuyasha smirk at him slyly as he hefted Kagome up a moment and Miroku glared, realizing that he could smell Inuyasha’s arousal.

That lecherous bastard! He’s been enjoying carrying her like this the entire time!

And they thought Miroku was a hentai? He couldn’t stop himself from growling under his breath and the low feral sound startled him out of his temper.

“Miroku, was that you?” Sango asked in surprise, taking a step away from him.

He tried to smile. “I- I’m not quite used to the sounds I can make yet, Sango. That’s all. Apologies!” He waved his hands apologetically and followed Sango as she went to Kirara, stopping short as she held up a hand.

“Where do you think you’re going, houshi?” she asked.

“Eh? On Kirara…”

“As you just reminded me, you’re built like Inuyasha now, monk. You can keep up just fine on your own.” She said, smiling with false sweetness, and Kirara leapt into the air to leave him standing on the ground staring after them with his mouth hanging open.

“You can carry ME, Miroku!” Shippou spoke up from behind him and he turned, resigned, to let the kitsune clamber up to hang onto his shoulder before he started running after Inuyasha and Kirara.

At least I can’t smell her anymore.