Hanyou Times Two

A/N Edited again on 4/7!

Chapter 3 – Beads and Behinds

Miroku arrived at Kaede’s out of breath and exhilarated. He had run the entire way and competing with Inuyasha as they tried to outdo each other as to who could leap the highest or run the fastest had been a completely unexpected but enjoyable part of their journey. He’d never even considered engaging in that sort of play with the hanyou; it would have been an exercise in futility before. But now…testing his new body and its capabilities was vastly entertaining.

Still grinning widely, he watched as Kirara landed, Sango dismounting to join Kagome as she waited for them.

“Did you see Miroku!?” Shippou blurted as he hopped between the two women’s shoulders, “He’s just as fast as Inuyasha now!”

Inuyasha took a swing at him. “Is not, runt. I can still kick Miroku’s ass any day of the week.”

“Care to wager on it, Inuyasha.” Miroku asked quietly out of the side of his mouth.

“Oh, you can bet your ass I do.” Kagome and Sango drew near and Inuyasha scowled slightly. “Later.”

“Definitely”

Sporting innocent looks, or in Inuyasha’s case his habitually grumpy look, the two males looked over at the approaching women. Sango snickered.

“You know what, houshi? That innocent grin of yours worked much better when you didn’t have fangs. It loses something in the translation now, I think.”

Kagome laughed lightly and nodded. “I have to admit, Miroku-sama, your grin is a lot more…well…”

“…predatorial.” Sango finished, smirking. “I think that maiden cursed you just right. You look exactly like a lecher when you smile like that,” she said smugly.

Miroku’s smile faded and he just barely managed not to scowl. He was trying so very, very hard to stay away from Sango and her damn smell, which had changed again to vanilla and lemons now, dammit, and she mocked him for it? Aroused and wanting her so badly he ached with it, had he done anything to her? No! He was being sooooo good, and rather than appreciate his restraint, she called him a lecher?

I’ll show her a lecher.

He smiled again and leapt over, reaching out to squeeze her ass briefly before leaping away. “Is that better?” he asked, still smiling, and Sango gasped and sputtered as she glared at him.

“Hentai!” she yelled.

“I didn’t wish my smile to be out of character, Sango,” he said, his eyes darkening as he looked at her. Her face turned crimson and she grabbed Kagome’s hand to start walking to Kaede’s hut.

“Come on, Kagome. We don’t want to be anywhere near the pervert right now, if he’s acting like this.” She said fiercely.

Miroku smirked at her back even as Inuyasha shook his head. “You’re really asking for it, monk,” he said quietly. “You just watch, she’s gonna find some way to get back at you if you’re not careful.”

“Don’t worry, Inuyasha. I’m sure everything will be just fine.” Miroku followed the women calmly as he smiled to himself. It had to be. Kaede couldn’t help but have a solultion, he was sure.

A few minutes later, Miroku sat in Kaede’s hut, his claws clicking against each other as his fingers fidgeted.

“Well, Kaede-baba? You know how the hell to get him back to normal?” Inuyasha asked.

Kaede shook her head, still staring curiously at Miroku as she’d done from the moment the group had arrived in the village. “I have never seen anything like this in all my years.”

“But…you must have some idea of how I might deal with this curse?” Miroku asked hopefully.

“I’m afraid not, Miroku. I’ve not heard of anyone or anything that could change a creature from human to half-demon, or full demon, except for the shikon jewel or possession. I know of no way to alter you back until the jewel is whole.”

Miroku swallowed heavily. “You don’t? No idea at all?” His voice was weak.

“I’m sorry, Miroku, but I believe you are stuck in this form for as long as the shikon jewel remains shattered.”

Miroku’s head dropped forward dejectedly a moment and then snapped back with a smack as Sango ‘eeped’ and slapped him.

“Hentai!”

He smiled sheepishly, rubbing his cheek just as Inuyasha slapped him on the back.

“Oh well. Guess you’re stuck as a half-breed, lech.”

“Yes. So it would seem,” Miroku mumbled.

“Eh, it’s not that bad,” Inuyasha said bracingly. “C’mon, I’ll show ya.”

“What?”

“C’mon!” Inuyasha yanked at his arm and pulled him, stuttering and protesting, out of the hut.

Rubbing her bottom and scowling, Sango turned to Kaede as soon as she could no longer hear the two males. “Kaede, I think I’m going to need you to get me something…”

Miroku let himself be taken as far as the bone eater’s well before he finally got tired of being dragged like an empty sack of grain and yanked his hand free.

“This is far enough, Inuyasha.” He felt tired and rather heart-sick over the fact that he might be stuck in this particular form for, potentially, quite some time.

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” Inuyasha looked positively gleeful and Miroku watched him warily. The past day, Inuyasha happy usually meant some new painful information for Miroku to deal with. “Okay, go punch that tree.”

“Excuse me?”

“Just do it. Go punch that tree, hard as you can.”

Rolling his eyes, Miroku hit out at the tall vegetation Inuyasha had pointed at and stared in surprise as he made a large crater in the middle of it. He knew he was stronger, but still…

Inuyasha’s eyes shown. “Slice it.” When Miroku looked at Inuyasha’s sword in confusion, the silver haired hanyou sighed. “Not with a sword, stupid, with your claws.”

Flexing his fingers slightly, Miroku shrugged and clawed out at the tree. A series of deep lines appeared on its surface and the woody giant toppled over with a crash as he watched, impressed.

“All right, I admit it, that’s impressive.” Miroku said, staring at it. “What else?’

“Nothin’, that’s it.”

“Beg pardon?”

“That’s it. You have just seen pretty much the only good shit about being a hanyou.”

“But you said…”

“Yeah, well, I figured I’d get you outta there before you started really whining. Because honestly, bein’ a hanyou sucks. A lot. Humans hate you and try to kill you, demons hate you and try to kill you, you’ve got one night a month where everything actually CAN kill you and don’t forget the sex.”

“The sex?”

“Yeah, the ‘little’ problem that you’ve been having since you turned hanyou? Well…wait, listen for it…”

“What?” Miroku whispered.

“Do you hear that? That, my friend, is the sound of your dick crying.”

Miroku glared at Inuyasha and punched him in the shoulder. “Ass.”

“Heh, really had you listening there, didn’t I? Ha.”

“It can’t be as bad as you’re painting it, Inuyasha,” Miroku said, staring around them.

“Yeah, actually, it can.” Inuyasha shot back, and then he sniffed the air. “Sorry monk, gonna have to save some of my mocking ya for later. Smells like Kagome’s making ramen tonight, and I’m not fuckin’ missin’ it.”

Inuyasha ran off and after staring around him, feeling rather lost, Miroku followed. Maybe if he was lucky, the ramen would be a more powerful smell than Sango’s. Maybe, but he doubted it. Not the way his luck had been going lately, anyway.

He wondered what the smell would be tonight. Vanilla and what? Lemons? Plums? Cherries? He felt his mouth start to water and cursed, adjusting himself as he continued to walk. Dammit, he wasn’t even smelling her yet and it was still turning him on.

Maybe Inuyasha was right. Being a hanyou just plain sucked.

He got back to camp, smiling at the women until they glared at him suspiciously and he remembered what they’d said about his fangs. He slumped next to Inuyasha, thanking Kagome for the ramen. Actually, with a better sense of smell, the noodles were actually quite a bit tastier than he remembered. Maybe there was something to Inuyasha’s love of ramen after all.

“Miroku?”

He looked up to see Sango standing in front of him. “Yes?”

“I just wanted to apologize,” she said calmly, and he swallowed, feeling himself get hard again as her scent drifted to him. Vanilla and cherries. Didn’t she smell that way when she was angry? She wasn’t acting angry, but… maybe he still had some things to figure out about this smell thing.

“Apologize?” he asked hoarsely, wishing she wasn’t so close so he could reach down a moment and make things a little roomier inside his fundoshi.

“I know it’s been a blow to find out that Kaede doesn’t know how to put you back, and I wasn’t too sympathetic…” her voice trailed off and she shifted her feet nervously. “So I got you a peace offering. Something to make things easier to be a hanyou.”

How thoughtful. “Thank you, Sango,” he said softly.

“Here, close your eyes and I’ll give it to you.” she said, and he let his eyelids drop immediately, anticipating. It had to be a kiss. That was what women always gave you when they asked you to close your eyes. Unless you were already in their bedroom, and then it might be a lot more than a kiss.

Sango was going to kiss him! Gods, he could really use something sexual right now, even if it was just lips.

“Miroku, watch ou-“ Inuyasha yelled out.

“Osuwari!” WHAM.

He felt something drop over his head and onto his chest. He opened his eyes, confused, to see beads and teeth handing around his neck.

“What the-“

“Oh Miroku?” Sango said sweetly.

“Y-yes?” he asked, still staring at it. It couldn’t be what he thought it was, could it?

“HENTAI!” she yelled, and he felt himself dragged down until he face planted painfully into the ground.

Spitting dirt, he got to his feet, cursing.

“Why you vindictive little…”

“Hentai!” WHAM.

He spit out dirt again, seeing Inuyasha sitting up by then and shaking his head sadly at him.

“You LIED to me! You said you had a gift, dammit!”

“Yes, and you thought it was something perverted, didn’t you, you hentai!”

WHAM.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean that one! Wow, it really is easy to do it accidentally, isn’t it?” Sango said conversationally as Miroku painfully rose to his feet again.

“Told you.” Kagome said calmly, looking not perturbed at all to see him pounded into the dirt.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me!!” Miroku yelled, fighting his temper for all he was worth.

“Well I wouldn’t have had to if you weren’t acting like such a hentai!”

WHAM.

“Dammit, will you stop saying that!!” Miroku yelled from the ground.

“You know, I wonder if we shouldn’t have picked a different word,” Kagome mused, and Sango nodded faintly.

“It might not have been the best choice.”

“Putting them on me in the first place wasn’t the best choice either!” he growled, tensing to pounce on her and…well, he was sure he could think of something.

“Don’t you come near me, Miroku-sama!” Sango threatened, and he ignored her and sprang.

“Hentai!”

WHAM.

“Son of a BITCH!”

“Well, don’t try and attack me!” Sango said, her voice a tad shaky.

What did she expect him to do, simply sit there and take it?? He could not believe…

“You might as well give it up, Miroku,” Inuyasha said from the sidelines. “Trust me, you’re just gonna end up in a lot of pain.” He added in an almost inaudible whisper that carried to Shippou and Miroku’s ears only. “Like I said…being a hanyou sucks.”

Miroku glared at Inuyasha, then glared back at Sango.

“I’m going on a walk,” he spat, and stomped out of the camp.

The next week felt like one, huge blur of pain and humiliation.

She walked ahead of him, hips swaying, and he reached out to just lightly touch her beautiful bottom and…

“Hentai!”

WHAM. Dammit, forgot about that.


She and Kagome had gone to the hot springs and he’d crept up, just to guard them of course, and how could he guard them if he couldn’t see them and…

“Hentai!”

WHAM.


His hand touched her bottom as she bent over in front of him.

“Hentai!”

WHAM.


His hand brushed her breast as he was passing food.

“Hentai!”

WHAM.


Eventually, he didn’t even have to do anything before Sango flew off the handle.


“Sango, could you pass me the…”

“Don’t touch me, you hentai!”

WHAM


“Sango, are you over here?”

“EEEEK! You peeping tom! HENTAI!”

WHAM.


“Sango…”

Slap. “Hentai!”

WHAM


“Kagome, have you seen Sa-“

“Leave Kagome alone, you hentai!”

WHAM.

After seven days of non-stop eating dirt, and doing so with a hard on crushed underneath him as likely as not, he was ready to kill himself…as long as he could take Sango with him. He swore, if he ever got those damn beads off, she was going to be soooooo sorry.

At least, he thought as he walked away from the women one afternoon, he finally had the opportunity to go to the hot springs. His first real chance to bathe in a week. Inuyasha had elected to come along as well, and he was surprised to feel the hanyou patting him on the back as they walked.

“Y’know, I didn’t think it was possible, but I believe you may have gotten more ‘hentai’ in one week than I’ve got ‘sits’ in a whole two years, monk.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed,” he groused.

“Heh, sucks to be you, don’t it?”

“Oh thank you for your kind words of sympathy, Inuyasha,” Miroku growled, stabbing his staff into the dirt as he walked.

“Hey, it’s not like I did it to you or anything. Hell, I even tried to warn you once I knew it was coming, didn’t I?”

Remembering Inuyasha’s attempted outburst, he nodded. “Frankly, Inuyasha, I might be able to tolerate even this insult…if it weren’t for the fact that I have a hard on all day long! Do you know how painful it is to be pinned to the dirt with your dick smushed flat? Do YOU!”

“Uh, yeah, actually, I do,” Inuyasha muttered, and they both sighed.

A small speck flashed past Miroku’s eyes and he looked curiously at Inuyasha’s shoulder where it landed.

“Why so glum, Master Inuyasha?” an old voice piped up.

Oh, it was just Myouga.

Wait, Myouga. Myouga knew things. Myouga knew things about hanyou!!

“Myouga! Thank the Gods!” The flea youkai looked at Miroku in surprise.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I know….Miroku??” The small flea jumped from Inuyasha’s shoulder over to Miroku’s and inspected him.

“I don’t believe I am familiar with such a change, Miroku. How did you manage such a feat?”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “He didn’t do a damn thing except peep at the wrong female. Far as we can tell, he’s stuck this way.”

“Truly remarkable,” Myouga said, taking a taste from Miroku’s neck before the monk slapped him.

“Myouga, I’m begging you, you have to help me!” Miroku whined, holding the squashed flea in his hand. “You know about youkai and hanyou, don’t you?”

“I am quite knowledgable about the subject, yes.” Myouga preened slightly.

“Good. So tell me, how do I ignore Sango’s smell!!”

“Hey, that’s a good idea, monk. I never thought of asking the little coward.”

“I beg your pardon, but are you asking me how to ignore…a scent?” Myouga asked tentatively.

“YES!” Miroku nearly yelled.

“I’m sorry, Miroku, but I would think Master Inuyasha would be the one you need to talk to about something like that.”

“Feh, I don’t have a fucking clue how to make the woman’s smell go away. It just faded for me, but he can’t seem to get it out of his head.” Inuyasha snorted as he looked briefly at Miroku’s crotch. “Either of his heads, actually.”

“Hmmmmm…a woman’s scent that you can’t ignore?” Miroku nodded morosely. “Well now, that’s a different story.”

Both Inuyasha’s and Miroku’s ears perked up and they looked at Myouga intently.

“You know how to make it go away!?” Miroku asked. Oh thank the Gods, he could FINALLY get rid of that damn erection.

“I didn’t say I could get rid of it…I simply know what it means.”

“What it means?” barked Inuyasha. “What, it fucking ‘means’ something if there’s a wench whose smell won’t leave you alone?”

Miroku looked slyly at Inuyasha. “Like Kagome’s smell, possibly?”

“Kagome? The miko’s scent refuses to dissipate for you? Oh, Master Inuyasha, I’m so happy for you!” Myouga jumped over to the confused hanyou only to be smacked for his trouble.

“What the hell are you going on about now!?” Inuyasha growled.

“You found your mate!” Myouga crowed, bouncing around on top of Inuyasha’s shoulder.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Inuyasha picked up the flea between his fingers and scowled at him.

“Your mate. Every Inu-youkai has one female whose scent is so intoxicating that he can’t seem to get it out of his mind. That’s the sign that this is the female who you can mate with. You’ve found your mate, Master Inuyasha!”

“Wait.“ Miroku looked confused. “I thought an inu-hanyou simply had to bite someone during sex and they became mates.”

“Certainly not.” Myouga scoffed. “That’s not how mating works at all. It’s only with a specific female. You could bite a whole legion of women and nothing would happen other than getting them a little bloody. Where did you hear such a ridiculous story?”

“Inuyasha…” Miroku growled at his friend who had wisely stepped away, albeit with a huge grin on his face. “You LIED to me??”

“Hell yeah!” he started laughing, “And you believed every fucking word, you stupid lech!”

“You… “ Miroku took a number of very deep breaths as he restrained the urge to walk over and pummel his friend into the ground. “Make no mistake, Inuyasha, I’ll make you regret this. I am going to make you pay. With so much pain that you’ll apologize, on your knees, for even thinking about mocking someone with such a cruel, underhanded...”

“The day I apologize on my knees to anybody is the day I die, monk.” Inuyasha sneered.

Miroku resisted the urge to hit him yet again. “So was it all a lie, then? I could have simply gone out and found a willing woman and gotten some relief ANYTIME I wanted in the past few days??”

Inuyasha snorted and gestured to his hakama with his hands. “Does it look like that part was a lie?” he asked. Looking at the bulge filling out the inu-hanyou’s pants, Miroku scowled.

“Why the hell lie at all, then?! If I can’t have sex with anyone else, why add the ‘biting’ crap?”

“First, because it’s fun fucking with you. And second, because I know you, dumb ass. You CAN have sex with someone, you just have to be gone from the group until the smell that got you up ain’t around you anymore. Like a week or so. I didn’t want you goin’ off on your own and getting in trouble and dying over something as stupid as that.”

“Stupid? Getting rid of this perpetual erection is NOT stupid! And how do you know this, anyway? You’ve never left the group for that long…”

“What, do I look like I’m twelve or something? I’m over 200 years old, Miroku. Kagome ain’t the first female to make little inu sit up and take notice. Idiot.”

Miroku flushed. Sometimes he forgot that he might not be the only male in their group with some experience. “So…what you’re saying is, I won’t get stuck with a woman by biting her, but at the same time, unless I leave, the only person who my dick will stay up for currently is Sango, is that it?”

“Unless she’s to be your mate.” Myouga interrupted.

Miroku stilled as he looked at the small flea. “Pardon me, but I don’t believe I heard you correctly. Did you say…mate?”

“Certainly. Once you’ve detected the scent of your mate, your body won’t respond to another female again unless your mate has passed away. If you only respond to one woman’s scent for more than a week or so, it’s almost guaranteed that she’s your mate.”

Inuyasha and Miroku both started choking.

“Wait, wait…so does that mean Kagome is the woman I’m supposed to- to- “

“Bond with?” Myouga finished. “If her scent is having that affect on you, then quite definitely.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me this before!!? I’ve been living with a damn hard on for over a year, you little bastard! I coulda used the information just a little fucking sooner!!!”

“Eh, I didn’t realize you were unaware of that particular aspect of inu culture, Master Inuyasha.” Myouga said sheepishly.

“DAMMIT TO THE FUCKING HUMAN HELL AND BACK!” Inuyasha yelled, punching down into the ground. He stood up, panting heavily a moment before something occurred to him. “So this means…if I make her my mate, I won’t have to live this way anymore, right? Her scent won’t turn me on and leave me that way for days at a time. RIGHT?” he grabbed the flea from where he’d jumped to the ground and squeezed him as he asked.

“That should be correct.” The little flea choked out, gasping for breath as Inuyasha released him. “Although her smell should still be very, ahem, intoxicating, you can take care of the problem in the…eh…traditional manner.”

Miroku wasn’t certain, but he thought the little flea was actually blushing.

“Well, damn, let’s get on it, then! C’mon, monk.”

Miroku shook his head. “Forget it. There’s no way you’ll get me to believe that SANGO is the person I’m…destined to be with. Mating is for life, isn’t it?”

“Between inu-youkai and their mates, yes.” Myouga said.

“And can’t I have sex with anyone else, ever?”

“Only if your mate passes from this plane of existence, as the Inu Taisho’s first mate did.”

“Then there is no possible way I will take a woman for my ‘mate.’ If I even had a clue how to go about doing such a thing in the first place, which I do not.”

Inuyasha grinned fiercely at him. “Miroku, you don’t get it, do you? It doesn’t matter if you mate with her or not, you’re screwed. You’ll never be able to get it up for another woman, ever. You found your mate, dumbass, and you’re a hanyou now. Your body doesn’t give a shit whether your mind wants another woman now or not; it knows the mate is there now, and it won’t let you take another woman. So…it’s take Sango and get to have a sex life, or leave her alone and live as celibate as a mainland monk. For the rest of your damn life.”

Miroku looked at him, stunned, before looking at the flea for confirmation.

“He’s simply teasing me again, isn’t he?”

“I’m afraid not. If you have found your body’s mate, you won’t be capable of procreating with another. Just her.”

Miroku moaned slightly and fell onto his ass. “No one else? EVER?” Myouga shook his head and the monk groaned again. “But…Sango? Do you know how badly that woman would hurt me if I ever tried to do something sexual to her?? She’s been beating me to a pulp all week long with these damn beads, and sometimes it’s for nothing more than looking at her funny!”

“Well, you gotta point there. Maybe sometime when she’s asleep?”

Miroku swallowed, standing slowly as he contemplated the possibility of never having sex again, and nodded. “All right, what do I have to do?”

“Ehhh…Myouga?” Inuyasha passed the buck.

“You don’t have any idea what to do, do you?” Miroku shook his head.

“Hey, you fucking raise yourself and see how much shit you know about your history, asshole. Now c’mon, what the hell do we have to do here, Myouga.”

“It’s a simple procedure.” Myouga said, “You will need to find the place where her scent is the strongest and bite her there. If you taste her blood at that point and take it into your body, you should be mated properly.”

“Where her scent is the strongest? I’m not biting her THERE!” Miroku blurted out. “That’s far too sensitive a place to bite!”

Myouga blushed again. “No, not… I’m sorry to tell you this, Master Inuyasha, but your friend has a very perverted mind!” Myouga’s voice was offended and rather embarrassed. “The scent you are detecting from your mate originates from a different place for each person. It is more a spiritual scent than a physical one. The one scent that remains the same no matter the mood or surroundings. A smell that has special meaning for you.”

“Vanilla,” Miroku breathed.

“Ramen,” Inuyasha said quietly.

They both looked at each other.

“Ramen? Kagome smells like ramen to you? And it turns you on??” Inuyasha was obviously a more disturbed creature than he’d first believed.

“Hey, I like ramen, so fucking what? Good food smells sexy! Better than some crappy sugary smell like vanilla!”

They glared at each other until Myouga cleared his throat.

“As I was saying, you’ll have to find that spot on your respective females to create a mating bond.”

Miroku and Inuyasha looked at each other and groaned slightly. “Trying to find the right spot is gonna result in a lot of getting pounded into the ground, I think, monk.”

“I concur. Although I think you may have a better chance than I do, at this point. Sango doesn’t let me get anywhere near her, now that she has these beads to abuse.”

“Oh, I hadn’t realized you have the beads of subjugation as well. How unfortunate.” Myouga sighed. “It’s truly too bad that you have been turned into a hanyou, Miroku, or you could use your spiritual powers to take them off. Although they couldn’t be used on you if you were still human, of course, so I suppose that wouldn’t matter, in any case.”

“He hasn’t lost his spiritual powers,” Inuyasha said, suddenly staring intently at Miroku. “Did you even fucking try to get the beads off?”

“N-no. I’ve seen you try so often, I already knew they wouldn’t come off, so I never…” He looked down at his beads with wide eyes. Could he? Reaching up, hands shaking slightly, he grasped the beads. Taking a deep breath, he yanked, and they slid smoothly over his head.

He stared at them in his hands, mouth open, brain stuttering.

“I could have taken them off the entire time?” he asked, stunned. “Damn it, the entire time! I could have avoided this entire week if I’d simply tried to take them off??”

He turned to look at Inuyasha, expecting a spate of mocking sarcasm, and almost fell over as he found the hanyou on his knees in front of him. “I’m fucking sorry for lying to you about the sex, for every fucking time I ever hit you or cursed at you or whatever I did that ever pissed you off, and I will never fucking do it again if you will just TAKE THESE DAMN BEADS OFF!”

Miroku blinked. After having lived through this experience himself, there was no way he was leaving Inuyasha subjugated if he could do anything about it. “I can’t promise anything, but let me see if I can manage this. I have to admit, I truly hate these things now,” he muttered, reaching out. He placed his hands around the beads and carefully pulled it over Inuyasha’s head, staring at it in his hands.

“YES!” Inuyasha leapt into the air, whooping as he landed and did an impressive double somersault as he leapt again, bouncing of a couple of trees on his way down. “Oh fucking A, YES!” He grabbed Miroku around his waist and swung him around in the air while the monk pounded on his shoulders.

“Thank you, you stupid lech! Fucking Gods, this feels WONDERFUL!”

“Let me down, you idiot!” Miroku finally managed to make the ecstatic hanyou drop him back to the ground and started grinning. The only time he’d ever seen the hanyou that joyous was when he found out Kagome was still alive after they’d thought a youkai had managed to kill her.

Panting, Inuyasha finally stopped leaping for joy and stood looking at Miroku, his eyes starting to glow. “Oh, you have no idea how much I’m looking forward to seeing Kagome right now, monk,“ he chuckled darkly. “She’s gonna find herself mated so fast her eyes will spin.”

Miroku smiled a little. If he really thought Kagome would mind, he might have tried to prevent it, but it was so completely obvious that the girl was in love with Inuyasha that he was positive there would be no hardship in mating with the white haired idiot. She might not like no longer having the upper hand, but that necklace would have had to leave for their relationship to really progress in the first place, so he didn’t regret taking it off.

He regretted not taking it off sooner, actually. He’d simply never thought of it before.

“What about you, monk? Are you going after Sango?” Inuyasha asked curiously.

“I…don’t know. I suppose I don’t have much choice, do I?” he asked.

“Not if you have any liking for sex. And I know that’s not in question.”

“Eh, no.”

“And if there’s ever a good revenge for her subjugating you, mating her has got to be high on the list,” he said, grinning a little.

Miroku smiled back slowly. “There is that.” He thought a moment, Sango’s scent creeping into his memory as he thought of her, and he flushed as he grew hard yet again. He growled. “Let’s go, Inuyasha. She’ll just have to put up with me, because I honestly cannot live like this without going insane.”

“All right! Let’s go take a mate!” Inuyasha whooped again and ran off like an idiot towards camp, Miroku following, embarrassed that he was running just as quickly as his friend, but unable to slow down one bit.

He REALLY wanted to have sex again. If it had to be with Sango, so be it.