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A/N So, I had a few minutes before bed and figured I'd stick this sucker up, just because I can. :-)

SUMMARY: Miroku has a small accident with his wardrobe, and Inuyasha gets a little strange.
THEME: clothes

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 2 - Clothes

Miroku looked up at the sky, feigning interest. It was a nice enough day for him to pull it off: vividly blue sky trailing over him, warm sunbeams rushing in through whatever openings they found in the forest canopy, and a lovely cooling breeze that rustled the leaves pleasantly. It wasn’t inconceivable that he would be enthralled by the natural world around him; it was just completely untrue.

He was far too aware of Inuyasha walking next to him to be fascinated with anything else at the moment. In the few days since the tree fell on him, he’d caught Inuyasha staring at him again a handful of times. The hanyou would always fade out as he watched Miroku, his body unresponsive and tense. That was disturbing enough, but the look in his eyes while he watched was skin tingling. Totally centered on Miroku alone, it was almost eerie. Miroku could walk from one end of the village to the other, and those flat, amber eyes would follow him as though drawn by a string.

Which was why Miroku had moved up his visit to Kouga, leaving a week earlier than he’d planned. He’d patched up his clothing as quickly as possible, begged a few supplies from Kaede, and left just that morning to go see if Kouga knew anything that might cause Inuyasha’s odd behavior. He wouldn’t mind staying with the ookami for the months he’d planned on, but he was praying that they might have some solution for him. Or even just point him in the right direction. It was so strange having Inuyasha act this way, as though his friend were possessed by something outside his own body.

And while Miroku didn’t fear for his life, he certainly feared that something was going to happen. This was simply too unlike Inuyasha to be ignored or written off as some small flight of fancy on Miroku’s part. He only hoped that he could talk to Kouga soon, something that was going to be more difficult as things now stood. He hadn’t planned on having Inuyasha decide to join him at the last moment. It would be difficult to get a moment alone with Inuyasha’s old rival, outside of the hanyou’s range of hearing.

“You don’t have to accompany me, Inuyasha. I’ll be fine on my own. It’s not as though I’ve never –“

“I’m coming.” Inuyasha’s voice was snappish. Typical. So it shouldn’t have set off Miroku’s nerves like a guard giving an alarm. Of course, Miroku shouldn’t have turned into such a lecherous monk, either. Shouldn’t have’s had never been a strong suit of his.

“I was simply asking. There is no need to take that tone.” There. That was a sufficiently pious phrasing, wasn’t it?

“I know what you were doing, and I’m still coming. So shut up and keep walking, monk.”

Miroku turned to confront him, trying to decide just what words to use, and winced as he heard a sharp ripping sound. He didn’t have to look to know that one of his sloppily done stitching jobs had just caught on a nearby branch. He could feel the draft on his buttocks already, exactly where he’d felt it before when he’d torn it originally. It made him flush at the reminder of that last walk into the village. He’d come back from the hot springs/tree incident with so much of his skin showing that nearly the entire village had teased him mercilessly as he’d walked to Kaede’s.

“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath. He reached his hand back, trying to check how extensive the damage was. Was he completely exposed or not? It was close, but he couldn’t quite tell.

“Inuyasha, take a look for me. Is this decent enough to go into the nearest village for a needle and thread, or should I figure out a way to fix it here?” He turned to give Inuyasha a glimpse of his backside and waited for his response.

There was a heavy silence, different from the irritated response he expected.

“Well?” He hesitated over his next move as he heard a low growl. What in the world was that? Twisting, he started to turn back and was stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder.

“What is it?” There had to be some reason Inuyasha was preventing him from moving. He had an image of some large bug hanging off his kesa and tried not to squirm. “Is it an insect?”

There were no words again, but he felt Inuyasha’s other hand brush down his back and he froze. Inuyasha likely didn’t want to startle whatever it was that he was about to knock from Miroku’s clothing. It must be something particularly nasty if he was being this careful about it.

When Inuyasha’s hand reached the rent in his clothing and kept going, Miroku waited for the sudden movement that would indicate the bug was gone and he could move again. Waiting ended in shocked surprise. Inuyasha’s hand seemed to have forgotten about whatever it had started doing, and was instead sliding inside of Miroku’s clothing and cupping his ass!

His legs pushed him forward in a startled jump but his body was stopped with a harsh jerk of Inuyasha’s hand.

“Inuyasha, what are you doing!?”

Struggling to turn and push his suddenly insane hanyou friend away, he squirmed. He practically squeaked as Inuyasha’s hand clamped down tightly over one of his buns. A taloned thumb pushed in between the cheeks of his ass and brushed against the soft entrance there and he yelped.

“Inuyasha, stop it!” The other hand moved over his shoulder and wrapped around his arm to press against his chest. Dexterous fingers began to toy with the knot holding his kesa on. “What the hell are you doing?”

He felt Inuyasha’s nose press against the side of his neck just before a heavy, slick tongue lapped at his skin. “I-Inuyasha.” Inuyasha nipped at his neck without breaking the skin, his fingers kneading Miroku’s backside. Miroku’s libido took that moment to decide that the sensations from his friend’s sudden molestation were…

…interesting.

“Dear Buddha’s sweet mercy.” He was getting turned on by this!

His breath coming in harsh pants, Miroku held on tightly to his staff. Using his free hand, he swung it back over his head, hitting Inuyasha on the shoulder and eliciting a harsh growl. The hand that was clamped on his ass tightened.

“Dammit, you lecherous hanyou, let GO!” He swung back again and Inuyasha snarled as the shakujou made contact. Miroku was released suddenly, his body spun round before he could push away. Inuyasha met his furious, embarrassed glare with one of his own, threads of crimson flickering in his eyes. Miroku swallowed, instantly reassessing the situation. Was Inuyasha losing control?

A quick jerk of his eyes assured himself that Inuyasha still had possession of Tessaiga. But then, what was making his eyes change like that?

“Inuyasha?” Calm words, calm visage, no fear – that might work. They no longer had Kagome, so if something was causing his demon to emerge, there was nothing else he could do!

Calm, soothing words. That was all.

Using the softest tone possible, fighting the urge to simply turn and run, Miroku spoke to him. “Inuyasha, what’s wrong?”

His friend’s face twisted up, his claws coming out for Miroku, and then he stopped. Staring at his own hand like he’d seen a ghost, Inuyasha took a step back. He looked from his hand to Miroku and back, shivering.

But his eyes were no longer shifting, Miroku noticed.

“Inuyasha, are you all right? Do you know what just-“

“I’m fine!” Inuyasha took another step away from him, his eyes looking everywhere but at Miroku. He cleared his throat. “Your damn robes show your entire ass. Do somethin’ about it, you pervert.”

There was an awkward silence before Miroku answered. His previous gentle tone was already half-lost. “Yes. Of course. I wouldn’t want some woman to be so tempted by the sight of me that she couldn’t resist herself.”

Inuyasha’s cheeks flamed and he growled. “Dammit, Monk-“

“I need to go find something to secure it.” Turning away from him, Miroku walked stiffly down the path. He heard Inuyasha following and he cursed his own response to the situation. Inuyasha didn’t seem to be able to control whatever had happened, and he certainly wasn’t to blame for Miroku’s reaction to his touch.

He was a grouchy idiot, yes, but Miroku couldn’t claim that his own responses had been affected by that. Miroku was just too aware of how it had felt to be touched by Inuyasha. To be intimately touched by Inuyasha, his mind corrected him with a salacious sort of glee. Miroku was so aware that right now, all he could think about was whether or not Inuyasha was watching his bared skin and thinking of what he’d just done.

Because Miroku most certainly was, as much as he didn’t want to. It was all he could think of. He couldn’t even remember where the nearest village was right now, let alone how to get to Kouga’s. He only hoped the trail they were on didn’t fork soon and expose his inability to think.

This was going to be a very, very long trip.