What Never Should

I do not own InuYasha or any of it’s characters. Any side character I create will belong solely to me and will not be touched or used by another.

Summary: Review to chapter 1.

Writing Style: Review to chapter 1.

A/N: Sorry for how long it took me to update but I was so busy with work and then me and my boyfriend went on vacation for a bit of down time. Now I’m back, he’s working again, and I can write without any interruptions.

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Chapter 20. Month 5... Kouga’s Confession


The powdery white snow melted into a mucky slush, making the ground nothing but a suction cup to those who wore any form of shoe. Though, being the feudal era, shoes were a rarity... unless you be a monk or Demon lord – in which you wore a sandal or slipper form of shoe – that could easily get sucked into the muds dark brown depth.

A silver ray of sunlight burned overhead, peering through a highlight of clouds before hiding away once again into the think nimbus clouds that hovered overhead, thick and heavy with rain or snow that just threatened to fall heavily to the ground and bask the world in a time of cold once again.

The door to Kaede’s hut was tossed aside as a very pregnant InuYasha limped out, sore from his check-up. He grumbled to himself, cussing under his breath as he walked away and down the steps of Kaede’s small home and into the mucky slosh. He shuddered at the feel, disgusted that he had nothing to wear to cover his feet. With a grotesque growl, he made his way back to his own place of stay, wanting only to flop onto the bed and fall asleep.

His back was starting to ache more and more with the growth of his stomach, the four pups beginning to get restless. He could feel them kicking more often and, at odd times, they would kick simultaneously, waking him in the night or startling him while he ate or just sat comfortably watching the fish swimming idly in the cold river. Sometimes he thought they were planning to kick him together, and when it happened, he yip with a start, making the others look at him oddly.

Gently, he placed a hand on the bulge of his stomach, smiling when he felt the gentle prodding of a small foot against his under his kimono. He rubbed the round of his stomach gently and under it, feeling yet another kick, knowing it was one of the four trying to gather his attention. He wondered what they would look like. Would they be more like Sesshomaru, or like himself?

Behind him he heard laughing and giggles, turning to look at a group of small children running whole-heartedly in the mud, faces smeared with the gunk as they giggled and laughed, falling into the slushy mess and then getting up to do it again. InuYasha watched them, smiling at their young antics. He watched as Rin and Shippo bounded along beside them, playing and giggling madly.

“I thought she was with Sesshomaru?” InuYasha muttered.

Over the month that Rin had realized Sesshomaru had been alive – not as dead as she had thought – she had never left his side once. The pair had stayed together, making it tough for the Sesshomaru to gain some alone-time with InuYasha. They both had not minded, but during the night when Rin wanted to stay with them while they wished to be alone it took a great deal of soft pleading to get the young girl to go to Kaede’s and sleep.

It was all worth it, though. Both were happy. InuYasha loved Rin more that anything. He would brush the young girls black hair with his long nails, and in turn she would do the same. They would bask together by the river and talk and play together with Shippo in the fields and make angels in the snow. InuYasha had produced Rin, at one point, with a beautiful rose known as the Angel’s Rose. She had gasped when she saw it, placing her small hands to her mouth when she noticed the beautiful glittering white rose.

She had immediately shown it to Sesshomaru, her large eyes sparkling madly at the demon daiyoukai. He had smiled at her and leaned down, brushing his fingers along her cheek softly before his golden eyes (which were now fully healed) scanned up to InuYasha and he gaze him the warmest smile the hanyou had ever seen. InuYasha had almost slapped himself seeing the look. He had no idea his brother could look so warm. Yes, Sesshomaru had changed... dramatically, but he was still the same cold and ruthless leader of the west.

InuYasha turned away from the playing children, walking slowly through the slipper mud, not wanting to fall and cause injury to himself or, more importantly, his children. He was feeling far more protective of them as they grew, and he was becoming cautious, having not seen Kagome, Kagura or Naraku since the incident over a month ago. His heart wrenched at the memories and he shuddered, momentarily forgetting to be careful and slipped.

He gasped, watching as the world spun around him.

“Wow, be careful.”

InuYasha steadied himself with the help of the demon slayer, gripping her hand in his as he let out a sigh of relief. He turned to Sango with a bright thank-you of a smile. She returned it just as warmly and turned back to Miroku who was fast approaching them, staff in hand, worry upon his youthful monk face.

“InuYasha, are you alright?” he asked, breathless some.

“I’m fine,” he said. “Thank’s to Sango, that is.”

“Your lucky she saw you,” Miroku said with a smile. “So how’s the production coming along?”

InuYasha smiled and placed a hand on his stomach again. “Oh, it’s coming.”

“I can’t believe it,” Sango chirped in a bubbly voice. “Only one month to go.”

“I know,” InuYasha said brightly.

Miroku smiled and reached out slowly. “May I feel?”

Knowing InuYasha’s newly found protection over his stomach, Miroku and the others knew to ask the hanyou first before feeling the kicking of the four baby pups. InuYasha had almost ripped Sesshomaru’s arm off at one point when the lord had approached him from behind and wrapped his arms around him, touching his stomach. InuYasha had pried himself from Sesshomaru’s gentle hold instantly and turned snarling at him. Sesshomaru dodged easily, and had to calm InuYasha for more than four hours to get the hanyou back in working order.

“Sure,” InuYasha said, watching cautiously as Miroku stepped forward.

“Wow,” the monk whispered. “Sango... feel this.”

Sango looked to InuYasha. She noticed the smile on his face and smiled back, placing her hand beside Miroku’s. The monk removed his own and guided Sango’s to the place his hand had been. She smiled widely, looking up into InuYasha’s watchful eyes and gaze him a short giggle.

“How do you handle four kicking at once?” she asked.

“Sometimes I think their plotting them on me,” InuYasha sighed, though he smiled all the same.

“Well, we better be off,” Miroku sighed sadly.

“Yea, Kaede needs us again,” Sango also sighed, removing her hand.

InuYasha looked to the ground.

“I can’t believe Kagome is in league with Naraku now,” Miroku whispered.

“We’ve searched for her all month and still... nothing,” Sango muttered.

“It’s my fault,” InuYasha uttered.

The pair looked at the sulking hanyou, seeing the snowy white dog ears droop to his head, eyes fluttering to half-lidded as small diamonds of tears formed in his eyes. He took in a shuddering breath, sniffing back the pain and looked up at his two comrades giving them a weak non-existent smile.

“InuYasha, it’s not your fault,” Sango whispered calmly.

“Yes it is,” He cried, shaking his head and looking at his feet. “If it wasn’t for me and...”

“Don’t say it InuYasha,” Miroku snapped.

The hanyou looked up, shocked, at the snappish tone of voice the monk gave him. His ears perked, eyes wide as he watched Miroku take a step toward him, getting within his comfort space. He took his own step back, leaning away from the anger that burned with his friend.

“I know what you would have said, InuYasha,” Miroku snapped, his tone still harsh. “If you hadn’t mated with Sesshomaru, none of this would have happened.”

“How did you...?”

“I can see it in your eyes, InuYasha,” Miroku said, still angry. “It would sicken me to here you say such words. Sesshomaru has changed drastically since you and he mated and marked one another. He has become protective and kind to you. He loves you, and if you even think about saying it wasn’t worth it, then your not who I thought you were.”

“Kagome may have joined league with Naraku, but your still our closest friend InuYasha,” Sango whispered.

InuYasha lowered his ears again. “I know I just...”

“If you want to say it InuYasha,” Miroku whispered darkly. “Then say it to Sesshomaru... not us.”

With that, Miroku turned, walking away through the mush, the ora of anger still searing through him. InuYasha didn’t look up at the descending back, he didn’t want to. He heard Sango’s sigh and peered through the bangs of his long silver hair to watch her leave after Miroku. With a low sigh of his own, InuYasha turned around and started walking toward his and Sesshomaru’s shared accommodations.

His head was still toward Kagome as he entered the newly made hut, the clean kempt floor, the tidy bed and velvet sheets that Sesshomaru had prepared, the many silk pillows and long violet drawn curtains across the wide windows. He sighed, pulling off his red hakama and flopped onto the well-made bed, messing the sheets on contact. He laced his fingers through his bangs and pulled on them, tears in his eyes.

‘Why Kagome...’

He closed his eyes, unable to face the world at the moment. He rolled onto his side, sliding a hand along his stomach protectively. His eyes strayed to the roundness of his belly, how much his pups had grown and how much longer he had until they were born. It was almost unbearable to think about. He had asked Kaede long before how long birth would be and she had told him it depended all on the ‘mother’, so to speak.

“Tired,” he muttered to himself.

*~*~*

The breeze danced, dying and danced again. The tuft ruffle a long kimono in the wind whipped and twisted. A wave of blue wind streamed across the valley, and stopped, dying in the wind itself as a blur dropped from within the middle. The demon landed silently in the grass, kneeling down and staring up at the tall demon lord before him, black hair billowing behind him.

“I got your message. I have met you here. Now, what do you want?”

“Such ruthlessness.”

Silence across the valley.

“How is he?”

“Well.”

“Good. Good to know.”

“Kouga, of the wolf demon tribe.”

Blue eyes met golden.

“Lord Sesshomaru.”

“I ask you here to watch over InuYasha.”

“Why?”

“That is my business and my business alone.”

“So I must watch a mood-swinging, snappy, hotheaded, bitchy–”

“Watch what you say, wolf.”

“I hit a nerve.”

A scowl.

A smirk.

“To call a dog demon a ‘bitch’ is quite the threat to ones life such as yourself, especially when directed at ones mate.”

A sigh.

“You wish me to watch him?”

A nod.

“For what purpose can you not watch him yourself?”

Silence.

“I have business to attend elsewhere at the moment I must see to immediately. I cannot tell InuYasha of this business, so I wish him to be watched.”

“Is that all?”

Silence.

“Then I shall do it.”

“I will leave you then. I shall be no longer then three days.”

“Let’s hope I’m not dead by then.”

The wind blew, the grass hissing as leaves danced from trees in the distance. Kouga stood, eyes locked with the demon lord, and then he was gone, looking across the valley to the opposite side. He breathed in the heavy scent of humans and the faint scent of the dog lord who had vanished before him. He could smell InuYasha distinctly, the heavy musk drifting across the valley and out across the long tall grass.

‘Let’s just hope he doesn’t kill me,’ Kouga sighed.

*~*~*

“WHERE IS HE...”

Kouga winced, InuYasha’s enraged voice – yet a hint of fright was evident – exploded across the entire village. Miroku, Sango, Shippo and Rin stood near, watching as Kouga cowered low before InuYasha’s heated form, his dark yellow eyes gleaming dangerously at the wolf alpha. InuYasha’s fangs were bared, long and glistening in the sun.

“He merely said he had business to attend and that I was to watch you,” Kouga said, his voice strong though he cowering.

InuYasha let out a hoarse laugh. “You, are supposed to watch me?”

“Yes, InuYasha,” Kouga snapped. “Only until he returns.”

“THAT BASTARD,” InuYasha roared. “HOW DARE HE LEAVE WITHOUT TELLING ME.”

“I’m sure he wished to tell you but could not postpone this business, InuYasha,” Miroku said feebly. “We have seen how protective he is of you.”

InuYasha turned his angry glittering eyes to the monk. Miroku laughed weakly and huddled behind Sango, who sighed and shook her head. InuYasha rounded back on Kouga, who jumped back, the insane gleam in the hanyou’s eyes startling him.

“He will return in three days, InuYasha,” Kouga promised. “He said he would be no longer.”

“THREE DAYS,” InuYasha snarled.

“Yes, InuYasha,” Kouga sighed, “three days.”

Silence ensued. Everyone was focused on the hanyou, his eye staring daggers into anyone. Then, as if he had never been angry, his shoulders slumped and his eyes watered, becoming large and round. His hands un-fisted and he let out a low whine. His white dog ears flattened to his head, the left one twitching.

“I’m tired,” he whispered, and slouched off to his hut.

With amazed and shocked eyes, everyone watched him leave, his head lowered, face fatigued. They turned back to Kouga, who looked to be the one in the most shock, mouth agape, eyes bulging. He turned back to the others with a questioning look and they merely shrugged.

“Well, since your going to be staying here for the time being,” Miroku said, standing. “We might as well get you something to eat and settled.”

Kouga nodded and followed them in Kaede’s hut, looking back with worried eyes as he watched InuYasha push aside the hanging and disappear within the dark hut. He sighed and followed the others inside, knowing he’d have to explain the situation sooner rather than later to InuYasha or have the hanyou beat Sesshomaru into the ground when he returned.

Kouga paused. ‘Actually, that’s not a bad idea.’

With a shrug and a nod, Kouga decided on the latter. No reason both of them had to die at the wrath of and angry and impregnated InuYasha now was their.

*~*~*

Darkness swirled above, thundering storm clouds rippling and rumbling with the thickness of the thunder and lightening that groused above. The trees groaned on their trunks, leaves slashing and swishing together. The grass hissed and flicked at the ground that was rain splattered and muddy.

A clash of lightening struck the skies, illuminating the darkness around it, flashing across the velvet hills beyond and the mountains in the distance. Golden eyes flared with the flash of lightening, hands pressed tightly to silver hair that was drenched in the downpour of heavy rain. Eyes blinked, becoming flamed red. Pupils dilated, becoming smaller and smaller as the fangs grew larger, protruding from within the fine lips and carved mouth.

Another clash of thunder and lightening, the demon arching its back and howling to the storm above as a thick cloud uncovered the crescent moon above.

The world seemed to freeze.

The eye of the storm moved in, and the world went quiet. The trees swished calmly, the grass sighed and purred as it swayed with its brothering stem beside it. Large, bloodied patches of fur ensued the ground, cluttering it. The beast turned, mouth gaped, streams of crimson liquid tricking from between long slender fangs. The demon stiffened.

Something was near.

It tuned slowly, red eyes watchful. From between two large trees came the intruder, walking silently, his yellow eyes calm and serene. His white kimono danced in the wind, long white hair blowing across his face and obscuring his handsome face. He lifted a hand, tucking back a piece of long white hair behind one pointed ear and looked up at the bloodied beast.

“You...” it hissed angrily through long fangs.

The demons anser was the stinging slide of a sword along it’s sheath. It narrowed it’s eyes on the blade, the long blue ora that surrounded it glowing brightly in the rumbling skies above. The darkness swirled again and the moon was shrouded. The skies lit again with claps of lightening and the loud roars of thunder that ensued in the aftermath.

The earth was illuminated in a white light as another flash of lightening lit the sky and a blanket of thunder rolled across the rippling clouds. The trees groaned and cracked again, the grass hissing loudly once more. The pair of demons did not move, or did not speak. They stared at one another, calmly examining one another, eyes reproachful.

“You have come at a wrong time, Lord,” the demon hissed menacingly. “I have already devoured the half-breed in this valley.”

“That is not why I am here.”

“Oh, it that so,” the demon barked with laughter. “Then why, may I ask, are you here?”

No answer.

The demon laughed deeply. “I see. Yes, it’s all clear now. You are here to keep me from going to another...”

The demon laughed again when it noticed the lords eyes narrow. He tossed his head back and barked with high pitched laughter that was drowned by another flash of lightening and explosion of thunder across the hissing valley.

“Yes, you have come to stop me,” the demon snarled. “But... who is it you do not wish me to devour? I thought, you as a demon Lord, would not care if I was to consume half-breeds...”

“I don’t care who you devour, or why,” the Lord said calmly. “You are far to close to a village from which my mate is staying, an I will not allow you nearer.”

“Now I see it... yes, I do,” the large demon muttered. “You have fallen in love with a half-bred bitch.”

Something flashed in the Lord’s gleaming yellow eyes and he stepped forward, the large transformed demon stopping his laughter abruptly and glaring down upon the smaller lord. He frowned, exposing his long glistening teeth and hissing darkly. Another clash of thunder rolled overhead and the long stems of lightening forked their way to the ground.

A tree exploded on contact and parks and flames erupted, the hissing steam from the rain rising up as the flame spread wildly and consumed the forest beyond. It began to circle, illuminating the field, blocking in the two demons like a ring. The steam rose higher, fogging the valley, thickening and swirling like the skies above.

“This day, Lord...” the demon snarled. “... Will be your death...”

Another clash of lightening forked the sky and the roll of thunder followed with the slashing cut of a sword and swiping cut of claws across the sky. A loud crack of fire sent sparks into the air, the wind growled and groaned as it twisted the fire this way and that.

“The ground was ripped and shredded, bearing the markings of large paws and thick sword impressions. The world darkened as the two demons battled harshly, neither willing to go down, neither willing to die... yet death... was the only way of wining.

*~*~*(two days later)*~*~*

Kouga looked up at the sky, counting the long fluffy clouds that swooped overhead. The storm that had passed only two days earlier had left the earth murky and smelling of moss and mold. He scrunched his nose, the thick scent of earth and the fields beyond making him feel less at home than he already was.

His eyes swivelled when the door below was pushed away and clattered back into place, the monk appearing below carrying a large wicker basket. Kouga watched silently as he walked toward the trees, humming softly to himself. Something stirred in the wolf demon leader and he growled at his unnerving loins, closing his and muttered something about slug demons and their smell before letting loose a sigh as his hormones stopped raging.

“Damn, what’s wrong with me lately,” he muttered to himself.

“Well, well, well,” came a taunting voice Kouga knew all to well. “Is the little wolfie feeling attracted to our little monk.”

“Fuck off, InuYasha,” Kouga snapped.

The hanyou flopped down beside Kouga on the roof of Kaede’s hut and leaned over to look at his face that was scrunched uncomfortably. His eyebrows twitched and he let out a growl of frustration, his hands flying to his hair and messing it up madly.

“Why can’t I stop thinking of him,” he snapped angrily at himself.

“Maybe you’re in love,” InuYasha mumbled, staring at the trees beyond.

Kouga sighed. “InuYahsa... I have something to tell you...”

InuYasha instinctively froze at those words. Kouga sounded so lose and worried. Did it having something to do With Sesshomaru? Was his mate not returning? Was he hurt? Did he... InuYasha swallowed... Die?

“InuYasha,” Kouga muttered, staring at the trees in which Miroku had disappeared. “I – I never actually had feelings for Kagome.”

InuYasha felt the breath in him he had been holding leave him in a rush of calmness. He had expected worse news than that, and was glad it had nothing bad to do with Sesshomaru. He hadn’t heard a thing about his mate since Kouga had arrived two days before and his worry was increasing more and more with every passing moment. But... Kouga never actually loved Kagome?

“You... you didn’t?” InuYasha said aloud.

“No, I didn’t,” Kouga muttered, his face becoming red as he was about to reveal himself... and to InuYasha, for that matter. “I only ever went to bother you guys so I could... you know...”

“No, I don’t know,” InuYasha said, turning to face the wolf.

“I only went to you guys to see Miroku,” Kouga mumbled.

InuYasha blanched.

“But now he’s with that Slayer,” Kouga sighed, resting his head in his hands. “I thought it wouldn’t bother me... but it does.”

“Tell him...”

Silence...

Kouga’s mouth dropped open. “Your kidding... right?”

“No.”

“Tell a straight, lecherous monk I’m in love with him...?”

“Yea.”

“Tell him I love him.”

“Yup.”

“Miroku?”

“Mmhm...”

“Tell Miroku I love him?”

“Yes, Kouga, yes,” InuYasha snapped.

Kouga smirked and got up, jumping down from the roof. He looked up at InuYasha’s frustrated face and gave him a wink before walking off. He reached the trees at a walk, not wanting to seem desperate, but then set off at a long run once in the cover of the trees. He could smell the Hoshii not far from the river.

‘Just great...’

Kouga stopped and looked around, spotting Miroku fishing at the edge of the river. He dipped a net into the water and lifted it quickly, the fish in tail flopping madly before falling heavily into the water. He watched with fascination and Miroku sighed and rubbed his eyes, the basket containing only one fish so far.

‘Poor little monk.’

Kouga walked forward, stepping into the water and dipped his hand into the cool rippling surface. He felt slimy scales across his fingers and lifted his hand from the water, a fish flopping around madly between his long calloused digits. He watched Miroku’s face light up with awe as he had watched him from the corner of his eyes.

“That was brilliant,” Miroku said. “With I had the talent to do that... But then again, I’m not a demon now am I.”

With a gentle smile, Miroku turned back to the water as Kouga approached. He dropped the fish into the basket and leaned down behind Miroku, sliding his hand along his outstretched arm and grasping his wrist. He felt Miroku gasp at the contact and smirk.

“I can teach you,” Kouga whispered into his ear.

“O-okay,” Miroku stuttered.

Kouga smiled and took the net from Miroku’s fingers. He led him into the water and they knelt down, Kouga’s body molding around Miroku’s as they leaned into the water together. Their fingers made the flowing surface ripple, fish swimming around their ankles. A fish glided along Miroku’s finger and Kouga made him clasp the tail and lift it from the water. Miroku’s face lit up with amazement.

“It’s so simple,” he whispered.

Kouga turned him around and grasped his hips gently, indicating that he would allow Miroku to go if he wanted. The flopping fish was dropped into the basket and Miroku looked up into Kouga’s sky blue eyes. His breath came out in low shuddering breaths as he moved closer to the wolf lord. A hand gently cupped his cheek and he blushed as those intense blue eyes came closer to his own.

“K-Kouga,” Miroku whispered uncertainly. “What are you doing?”

“What I’ve wanted to do for ages,” Kouga whispered.

“W-wait,” Miroku stuttered.

“Please, monk,” Kouga said, his voice sincere.

Their mouths touched hesitantly, barely ghosting across one another. Kouga stopped, not wanting to make the Hoshii uncomfortable and waited. He watched Miroku’s eyes flutter closed and their lips latched together with fiery passion. He slid his arms around the monks waist and pulled their bodies together as two arms tangled around his neck and laced into his scalp.

“May I,” Miroku whispered.

Kouga nodded, and his hair was suddenly cascading down his back and over his shoulders in long tresses. It reached his hips and he felt Miroku’s fingers lace into the long strands as his brown bandana was removed and their lips came together again in heated intimacy. They backed out of the water and splayed onto the banks of the river, the water lapping at their ankles as their bodied moved together with their want.

“Are you sure you want this, Hoshii-san?” Kouga panted, licking at Miroku’s earlobe.

“Yes,” Miroku gasped, quivering at the touch.

In an instant, their clothes had been discarded and Kouga was leaning against a tree shadowed by it’s leaves, Miroku’s between his bent legs, his mouth moving expertly over his erection; down to the base and back up to swirl his tongue along the sensitive head. Kouga shuddered at the intimate touch, his eyes half-lidded as he watched with a gentle smile as Miroku took his essence into his mouth.

“Come to me, monk,” Kouga whispered.

Miroku nodded, a blush on his face. He sat up and crawled forward, placing his legs on either side of Kouga’s. The wolf gripped his hips, one hand gliding around to the back and pressing at the tight passage beyond. He gave Miroku a look that offered him a nod and he plunged his fingers onward, Miroku arching forward and gasping as he clenched uncomfortably around the imposing digit.

Another finger was entered and Miroku whimpered as he felt his entrance stretched and scissored. His eyes watered as he looked down at Kouga. The wolf leaned forward and caught his lips in a soft kiss as he removed his fingers and brought his hand around to grasp at Miroku’s arousal. He was guided downward, and his tight passage met a hard head as it stretched him. He bit his lip as a loud gasp escaped his lips and bucked forward.

Kouga growled as the heat around his erection heated more and he let loose a snarl of pleasure as Miroku slid farther along his length. He gripped the grass and bucked his hips upward, pushing himself deeper into the heat as he watched with passionate frenzy as Miroku arched back and cried out his pleasure.

They moved together, gliding along the heat, Kouga’s hand moving softly along Miroku’s length as he gave himself to the wolf. He reached up with trembling hands and placed them on Kouga’s shoulders, gripping tightly as their speed steadily increased. They panted together heavily, eyes fogged with passion as Kouga took Miroku’s mouth again and release flared. Hot semen spasmed deep from within Miroku’s erection, smearing across Kouga’s hand and chest.

His muscles clamped and Kouga growled deep into Miroku’s throat as he suddenly exploded with the heat. His body trembled with release as his shaft pulsated with ejaculation. Miroku buckled over, placing his head on Kouga’s shoulder as he felt the warm feeling milk through him. His fingers quivered as he placed a hesitant kiss on Kouga’s shoulder and sat up again.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” Kouga whispered.

Their lips met again as their tongues dueled together as they held one another, Kouga pulling slowly from the heat and lying them down on Miroku’s black and violet robed. He brushed a hand delicately over one flushed cheek and looked deeply at the monk.

“What of the slayer?” he asked softly, nuzzling Miroku’s neck and licking softly.

“I’ll deal with her,” Miroku whispered, playing with the black strands of Kouga’s long black hair.

“Miroku...”

“Kouga...”

Miroku looked into pleading blue eyes and felt his body shudder. He knew what Kouga wanted to do, but did he want Kouga to do it? Part of him was screaming at him to say yes, the other was crying for him to say no. He bit his bottom lip as his fingers stopping moving through Kouga’s hair. The wolf was still petting his cheek softly, his blue eyes warm and calm.

“Do it... please...

And he did. Kouga’s fangs expanded and his eyes clouded over his a tinge of red. He snarled passionately as his teeth grazed across sweaty skin and then sunk deep... deep into Miroku’s jugular. He gasped, arching his chest up and whimpering at the pain that was leaking through his body. Soon, so very soon it was followed by warmth and a sudden protection for the wolf. He wrapped his arms around Kouga’s neck and kissing his shoulder, his eyes closing as he pressed against him again and ground their arousals together once again,

“Thank you,” Kouga growled.

Their bodies connected again, and their lips met in another moment of pure bliss...

*~*~*

InuYasha was on needles. He was pacing back and forth in front of Kaede’s hut, watching the trees beyond. He had seen Kouga and Miroku return late last night, both looking flushed but smiling nonetheless. He could smell something different on Miroku, a mark, and knew it was Kouga. He hadn’t expected him to mark the monk, but was glad anyways. He could tell since three days ago Kouga was disappointed to here Miroku and Sango were together... but how was Sango going to take the news?

She was hanging off Miroku again, Kouga keeping his distance. They kept giving each other looks and small smiles that Sango didn’t notice in the least. InuYasha turned back to the trees and sniffed. His body tensed.

Sesshomaru was back.

He jumped over the wooden railing and darted forward. He stopped suddenly, his eyes falling upon his mate... what had happened to him?

Blood clotted Sesshomaru’s usually gleaming white kimono. His hair was matted his mud and blood. His face was bruised in many places and many scars and scratches tinted his neck and cheeks. He was limping forward, stumbling every so often over his feet which looked badly bloodied. InuYasha could see blood trickling down his fingers and a long trail of glistening crimson blood form a deep wound inside the lords hairline.

“Sesshomaru,” InuYasha gasped.

Sesshomaru smiled and buckled, collapsing forward as his eyes fluttered closed. InuYasha ran forward, anxiety gripping him as he slid across the ground and grabbed Sesshomaru before he hit the ground. He pulled his mate closer, whimpering and whining low in his throat. Kouga was at his side in seconds, Miroku and Sango on his other.

“Sesshomaru, open your eyes,” InuYasha whispered.

Their was a flutter of eyelids and slowly his eyes did open, but barely. He looked tired and weak, blood running onto InuYasha’s rat skin kimono. He let out a shuddering sigh and pressed a cheek softly to Kouga’s forehead, kissing it gently and whispering softly. He closed his eyes as he felt a hand take his and squeeze it reassuringly.

“InuYasha – love – I am very tired,” Sesshomaru whispered.

“Lord Sesshomaru, what happened?” Rin asked, her voice sad and croaky as she approached.

Sesshomaru said nothing to her, but brushed her cheek softly with the back of his free hand. He looked back at InuYasha and lifted himself up into a sitting position. With Kouga on one side, and InuYasha on the other, they helped Sesshomaru to his feet.

“Thank you, Kouga,” InuYasha said distractedly. “Sesshomaru–”

“Hush, my mate,” Sesshomaru whispered. “I will explain later. Let us go and sleep.”

InuYasha nodded and turned back to the others with gentle smiles. They smiled back and left as he lead Sesshomaru toward their hut. His worry was growing, but he knew it was nothing if Sesshomaru said it was nothing. He looked up at his mate, seeing Sesshomaru’s golden eyes on him and stopped. Their lips touched softly and he sighed into the gentle kiss.

“Do not worry of me, mate,” Sesshomaru whispered. “I am fine. Honest.”

“But your–”

“Not now, InuYasha,” Sesshomaru said, sighing. “I will tell you when I am feeling less fatigued.”

“Do you promise?” InuYasha whispered.

Sesshomaru said nothing. He gripped InuYasha’s chin gently and tilted it upward, giving him another loving kiss before walking forward weakly on his limping legs and toward their hut.

InuYasha pushed the hangings apart as Sesshomaru collapsed onto the bed and sighed, rolling onto his beck and narrowing his eyes at the bright sun. He sat up on the edge of the large bed and began to untie his haori, but InuYasha stopped him. He looked up into soft velvety yellow eyes. InuYasha leaned down and pressed their lips together, pulling apart the tie and sliding the soft material off his mates body.

InuYasha crawled onto the edge of the bed and pushed Sesshomaru down gently. He slid down his body, moving over bloodied scars and dragging his tongue across them softly. His eyes roved worrisomely across the many scars and tears in his brothers skin and whimpered at the sight of them. He felt a hand on his cheek and looked up, Sesshomaru’s eyes soft and gentle. He moved lower over the many scars and licked at his brothers navel whilst untying the long cord that kept his pants on.

Sesshomaru lifted himself off the bed as Sesshomaru slid them down his legs and tossed them away, seeing the many cuts and bruises across his brothers skin. He frowned at them and moved his fingers across one particularly back one.

“Worry not, brother,” Sesshomaru whispered. “I am fine.”

“I’ve missed you,” InuYasha mumbled. “Where have you been?”

Sesshomaru sighed. “For days now I have been scenting the distant transformation of a demon that kills half-bred demons. He was near this village, and I could not allow him near you. I have been to see him for the past three days, keeping him at bay from coming to you.”

“Are these–”

“Wounds his doing... yes, they are,” Sesshomaru answered, knowing what his brother was going to ask. “But I am fine, little brother.”

InuYasha nodded and dipped down, pressing his lips to his brother. He felt his face cupped and looked into Sesshomaru’s glittering yellow orbs, their shine almost unbearable. They parted and Sesshomaru licked his brothers lips with his tongue.

“I have missed you too, little one,” Sesshomaru whispered.

“Only a month to go,” InuYasha said softly.

Sesshomaru pressed a hand to his brothers belly and massaged it through his kimono. He slid his hand along the red material and dipped his fingers through the opening to brush his digits across soft skin. Their lips touched softly as a gentle kick prodded at Sesshomaru’s hand. His eyes softened as InuYasha moved down his body, licking his collarbone and then his shoulders.

“Brother, I thought you would be angry with me,” Sesshomaru whispered.

InuYasha paused and thought, He was angry Sesshomaru had not informed him he would be leaving, but he was more happy to see him back, even thought he was injured. The many long scars and scratches that tagged his body still bled some, and looked grotesquely deep. InuYasha lapped at one, clearing away the blood and moved lower.

Sesshomaru reached down and pried at the ties restraining his brothers skin. InuYAsha moved away from his with a shake of his head and crawled of the bed. Sesshomaru propped himself up on his elbows and watched as InuYasha, his eyes glittering seductively, began to slowly and inchingly, strip from his kimono.

His hips swayed as the red and cream coloured material slid from his body and dropped to the floor in a pile at his feet. His hair was gliding across his flesh, across his back and down over his shoulders. He tucked a stray strand behind his shoulders, showing off his mark. Sesshomaru growled deeply, aroused beyond belief. He reached out a hand, and allowed his brothers soft fingers to glide across his skin as he pulled him back to the bed.

InuYasha straddled his brother, legs propped on either side of Sesshomaru’s lean form. His hands were splayed across his mates muscular chest, his breath ragged and eyes at half-mast. He panted gently as the fog of lust crept into his eyes and he lowered slowly, whimpering as he was slowly stretched, his body quivering with the effort not to cry out and just take it with force.

Sesshomaru let out a ragged growl, his head tossed back, long clawed hands on InuYasha’s his as his brother slid down along him, engulfing his arousal within the extreme heat of his tight body. They both tossed their heads back in pure bliss as InuYasha sat fully on his brother, their bodies connected completely. It had been far to long... for both of them.

Their movements were slow, caring, loving and passionate as Sesshomaru watched his brother glide along him, around him and for him. They panted together, their lips dancing and tongues dueling. The sky darkened outside and the clouds moved slowly. Their golden eyes locked, and their cries echoed around them as the heat consumed their bodies and exploded through them in ripples of pure ecstacy.

Sesshomaru pulled his brother to his chest and licked his mating mark with tender care. He buried his head into soft velvet hair of silver and let out a long negated sigh of relief. InuYasha moved in his arms to face him, his brothers soft fingers lacing into his hair as they pressed their lips together in a warm and gentle kiss.

“I love you, Sesshoamru-sama,” InuYasha whispered, curling into his brothers warmth.

“I know, InuYasha-kun,” Sesshomaru whispered into his hair. “And I, my brother, love you as well.”

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A/N: Next chapters going to be a doosie. Were going to have- BUM BUH BUH BUMM – the BIRTHING... AHAHAHAHA... I am going to be so evil to you people next chappie. Sorry it so fucking long... but I’ve been away, sick, had my wrist sprained and so forth. It’s been a bad few months. But, I’m getting better, my ailment is passing, and I can write again. Please review and I will update ASAP.