Hanyou Times Two

NEW A/N - 4/12/07
Well, this just totally sucks. Computer is busted, and insurance won't replace, just repair. Which is gonna take freaking forever!!! So, I can't work on this story very well until I get it back. I'll try, but it's just pretty darn difficult to do without my laptop.


So...please accept this offering as a token of my thanks for all my loyal readers and reviewers. I dug out a hetero fantasy romance of mine I've been working on for a while and put it up in the original story site. As I am a huge fantasy fan, a huge kemonomimi fan (ya know, ears and tails and such stuck on people), well...my stories tend to have some elements in them that 'might' appeal to Inuyasha fans. I know, it ain't Inuyasha, but it's all I got right now! *ducks and hides*

'Keerento' at adultfanfiction, original story section.

The next time you see this updated, it should be a new chapter!!!

Chapter 4 – Hi-ho, the Derry-o, the Monk Takes a Wife


Miroku stopped Inuyasha just before his friend would have burst into the camp, yanking him behind a convenient clump of bushes.

“What the hell are you doing, Monk?” Inuyasha glared at him, his claws flexing as he crouched low.

“We need to keep our heads! We can’t simply rush in like some…some… rampaging barbarians.” Especially as that might mean Miroku would end up with a mate. Just one woman, for the rest of his life. One pair of lips, one set of breasts, one ass, one-admittedly probably amazing- tight heat to sheath himself in…

…damn but he really wanted to have sex…

But…this would be FOREVER. He would never have another woman ever again. And while they had only taken a few minutes to get back to camp, it was long enough for the idea of ‘eternity with one woman’ to burrow under his skin. Miroku wasn’t sure he wanted a mate anymore.

Honestly, what was he thinking? Taking Sango as a mate? Was he crazy? Had Myouga slipped something into his blood when he’d bitten him? Because he couldn’t see any other reason why he had fallen so easily into the idea of mating with Sango. Why would he? He wasn’t ready to settle down with one woman, no matter how sexy or fascinating she was. Truly, it was ridiculous that this stupid half-youkai body thought he should dedicate himself to a single female. If he looked at it logically, he should be planning for when he WASN’T a hanyou anymore. After all, if he and Sango mated, then he would be obligated to stay with her, even after he had his human body returned to him. If he didn’t…

What would happen if he didn’t do this? Could he just seduce Sango for the moment and then stop their relationship once he was his old self again and her scent no longer affected him? If he could, it would make more sense for him to simply seduce her. Then they would both be free to leave when the time came to end things.

Not that he didn’t think he’d enjoy his time with Sango. There was a reason he’d been pursuing her for such a long time! But he simply wasn’t a man designed for monogamy. Never had been, never would be. He was sure of it. So it followed that once he returned to his original body, he needed to be free to explore the wonders that the female of the species had to offer. And Sango, she wouldn’t want to be tied to him any more than he did. She would appreciate his good sense once the entire affair was over, surely? She had to prefer a short relationship of that nature with him rather than a miserably unhappy husband…mate…for the rest of her life. It would benefit Sango as well, after all. Once they were through with each other, she could go on and find a suitable man for herself, albeit one who couldn’t possibly make her feel as good as Miroku planned to.

Miroku shifted uncomfortably as he imagined Sango’s future husband, envisioning a handsome young man coupling energetically with her pale body. He dismissed the unattractive image at once. No, a pretty boy would never do for her. She needed someone with more maturity. A rich daimyo, perhaps? He saw Sango in his head, dressed in silks as her husband embraced her. Moaning as the she was slowly divested of her clothing, piece by piece.

Hn.

That wouldn’t do. She would be too uncomfortable with that sort of…activity. He should know; she’d known him for months now and still hadn’t let him under her blankets. If she couldn’t be intimate with a close friend, she certainly wouldn’t want some stranger touching her. She’d be much happier being taken care of by an older man. One with wealth and taste and compassion. One with the necessary wisdom to appreciate the unique woman that was Sango.

One in his eighties.

One who was old enough that he would rarely trouble her with pleasures of the flesh.

He frowned, worrying his lip. That still didn’t seem quite right. Maybe Sango would prefer to be celibate after their affair. Not during it, of course. Just…after.

A heavy thump to the top of his head jarred him from his thoughts.

“Oy, what the fuck’s wrong with you!” Inuyasha scowled as he hissed quietly. “You stop me from getting Kagome and now you just crouch there like an idiot mumbling to yourself? What the hell are we stopping for?”

“Oh…ah…just, it’s simply that…perhaps we should think this through. I mean, we don’t want to think so much with our little heads that we lose sight of what our larger heads can tell us, do we?” Miroku hoped he sounded reasonable and not at all as worried about the mating as he really felt.

“Think this through?? Are you fucking nuts? Just because I was a little confused on the details doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about it! I’ve thought about taking a mate for the last 100 years! If I ever found a mate, I was going to grab her. The fact that Kagome is the one is just…”

Miroku emerged briefly from his self-involved cocoon as Inuyasha smiled, a curious combination of wicked anticipation and amazed wonder. Miroku felt a pang of envy at the sight of it.

“Well, all right, so you’ve already dealt with this situation in your head. As this is still a rather new thought for me, however, I think it might be more prudent to forgo the mating for the moment and simply pursue a more physical relationship. I could make the final decision to mate once I have had a chance to think about...”

Inuyasha’s eyes narrowed rather fiercely, to Miroku’s surprise. “I don’t think so, monk.”

“Eh?” What was Inuyasha so angry about?

“Youkai don’t insult their partners that way, houshi. And I sure as hell ain’t gonna let some hanyou insult one of MY friends that way, even if that hanyou is you.”

“But…I’m not insulting her! I’m just…”

“Yes, you are! Mates aren’t some...whim, dammit! You want to have sex with your mate, you MAKE her your mate…just like I’m gonna have to do. You don’t use a chosen mate as some sort of fucking toy to pass the time, Miroku! Mating’s…well, it’s sacred!”

“Sacred?” They were talking about the same thing here, weren’t they? “Inuyasha, I can understand that this is important to you, but…I’m not a hanyou!”

“Could’ve fooled me, dog-ears.”

Miroku matched Inuyasha’s scowl. “You know what I mean! I’ll be a human again someday! I don’t believe it would be right for me to…emulate hanyou customs when it comes to something like this.”

“Nice try, lech, but it’s not gonna work. You can mate her or do without.”

“Inuyasha, I refuse to engage in a discussion over this. We can work out the details of the thing later, when…”

“You want details? How’s this. Your dick gets anywhere near Sango without biting her first, and I swear I’ll cut the damn thing off.”

Miroku stared at him, absolutely stunned. “You can’t be serious.”

“Don’t I look serious?” Miroku watched him a moment and blanched at the look in his friend’s eyes.

He was serious? Inuyasha was actually threatening to…

“Look, monk, I know you like to flirt all the hell over the place, but that’s done now. You don’t know that you’re ever bein’ human again, and your hanyou body has found its soul mate. Whatever stupid shit you wanna do to yourself, I’m not gonna let you do it to Sango too. You wanna have sex, suck it up and take her as a mate. You don’t want her as a mate, then you better start building up the muscles in your hand, ‘cause it’s going to get a whole lot of exercise over the next few years.”

“But…”

“You’re a HANYOU now. There’s youkai rules even we have to follow, dolt.”

“Well that’s just…that’s… This is ridiculous! I just want sex…I don’t want a partner for life!”

“Too damn bad. You gotta decide right now, Miroku. What’s more important: getting to have sex with more than one woman, or getting to have sex AT ALL in the next few years…possibly until Sango dies.”

Miroku crouched next to him, unable to force his mind to make such a horrendous choice until Sango’s scent chose that moment to drift over and harden his dick painfully. What if Inuyasha was right? What if he never turned back? If that happened, if Inuyasha kept to his ridiculous stance on mating, it would be sex now, or not for years.

Could he deal with that? No sex, for 10 years, or 20, or 30…50??

The scent increased and he whimpered softly. He didn’t think he was going to last 10 minutes, let alone 10 years!

“Fine. Dammit fine, I’ll take her as a mate, you hide-bound, archaic bastard,” he snarled.

“Good…let’s fucking get going then!”

“No! Wait!” Miroku looked through the bushes at the group. “You think Kagome will ever forgive you if you do anything like this in front of Shippou? We need to get rid of him.” Miroku peered through the bushes at the two women currently setting up for dinner and then watched Shippou as he chattered with them. How the hell were they going to get some privacy for this? He hadn’t thought…

“No problem. I got this covered.” Grinning, his anger already fading now that he’d won, Inuyasha raised his voice just enough to reach Kirara without alerting Kagome and Sango. “Hey, Kirara.” He waited until she raised her head and looked over towards him. “I’m calling in my favor. Think you can take Shippou and keep him safe somewhere for the night?”

The fire neko stared at him for a few moments before she suddenly flamed into her larger form and plodded over to pick up Shippou in her teeth.

Miroku could hear Kagome and Sango laughing about Kirara helping babysit as the cat took to the air with the grouching kitsune. Miroku smiled. Whatever the implications, no matter what happened to his future, at least tonight he was going to get under Sango’s kimono. Finally!

“Feh, that was easy,” Inuyasha gloated. His eyes watched Kagome’s every move. Miroku felt a bit envious. He might be as eager to go after Sango if he felt as deeply for her as he knew his friend did for Kagome. But he just didn’t. How could he? She was too strong, too modest, and definitely too damn quick with a slap. Admittedly, she was very beautiful…and brave. Loyal, kind, passionate… He watched her still laughing with Kagome and he smiled slightly. She had a lovely laugh.

Sango’s smell hit him straight on again. Lemons. Vanilla and lemons. It really didn’t feel fair that she possessed such a fantastic smell. She resisted him so totally, and yet that smell made it impossible for him to have anyone else, and Inuyasha, the idiot, was making it so that was going to be a permanent condition! It was so unfair!

Miroku swallowed suddenly as he watched her bend over to set down a bowl of food and his claws dug into the soft earth under him.

Then again, being able to see that ass without clothing might just be worth it.

Miroku barely finished his thought before Inuyasha stood up and marched out of the bushes. He got up a bit clumsily and followed. He didn’t even think Inuyasha saw him any more as the hanyou walked straight over to Kagome, grabbing her around the waist. She squealed in surprise and then Miroku lost track of her as he stopped Sango from going to Kagome’s rescue by wrapping his hand around her wrist.

Sango startled, her eyes quickly flaring in irritation as she realized who was holding onto her.
“Let go, Miroku,” she ordered, glaring at him.

“Not this time.” He was proud of the fact that he managed not to moan. Damn, she was pissed, and there came the vanilla and cherries in the air. He thought he might come just from the smell.

“Miroku… Hentai!”

Smiling broadly, Miroku reveled in the look of shock that crossed Sango’s face.

“Hentai!”

“I’m afraid that word has lost its bite, Sango love,” Miroku purred, pulling on her wrist to drag her closer. “And now, I think we have some –OW!” He flinched back as the heel of Sango’s other hand slammed into his nose.

“You didn’t have to hit me!” Miroku rubbed his poor nose a moment before blocking another strike aimed quite a bit lower. “Oh, now, that is NOT a nice place to aim for, Sango.” He chided as he grabbed her other wrist. He was forced to make their relationship legitimate, and again, she had absolutely no appreciation of the suffering he was going to go through on her behalf. His eyes narrowed. Sango, you are going to enjoy your seduction whether you like it or not.

He brought her hand up to his face a moment, kissing the inside of her wrist as he watched her cheeks flame. He inhaled subtly before bringing her other wrist up for the same treatment. Damn, the scent wasn’t coming from her hands or wrists. It didn’t smell close enough to be her arms, either. He supposed that would have been too easy. The only problem now was that if it wasn’t on her arms, it was going to be somewhere more…intimate. He salivated a bit thinking of it, even as he just knew he was going to suffer during the search. Sango was not going to be happy about this.

“Y-you hentai!” Sango snapped, yanking at her hands.

Hentai again? His eyes narrowed. She might not be happy about this, but personally, he was going to enjoy the hell out of it.

“You’ve used that word an awful lot this week, Sango. I don’t think you know exactly what that word means.” He smiled at her. “Yet.”

He put both her wrists in one hand and pulled her in close, wrapping his other arm around her shoulders as he brought his face in close to hers. Just far enough from her skin to breathe in her scent, he tried to track down the vanilla smell that was still keeping him hard and aching. She stared at him wide eyed for mere moments before she was struggling and kicking. It wasn’t very effective until she started yelling. The sound of her voice was a lot more painful to his ears than her blows were to his body.

“What do you think you’re doing, Houshi?! Let go of me!”

Miroku flattened his ears to his head as he shifted his grip lower, picking Sango’s body up by the waist until her breasts were at eye level. Her voice got louder as she struggled to pull her wrists free, kicking her legs against his own, and Miroku brought his face close to her chest.

“Get away from there, you pervert! Hentai monk! You lech, don’t you dare come near me!!”

“I’ll just be a moment, Sango,” he murmured, although he wasn’t certain she heard him over her and Kagome’s voices. Miroku could hear Inuyasha being maligned in creative ways as Kagome yelled even more loudly than Sango.

Comparing the pain of Sango’s flailing versus the agony her much less powerful voice had caused, he found himself grateful that his body had picked Sango rather than Kagome. Considering how strong Sango was, that was saying something! As it stood, Miroku was rather shocked at the fact that he was still managing to hold on. Thanks the gods I’m a hanyou now, he thought, or I’d already be knocked flat at this point.

Although come to think of it, if I wasn’t a hanyou, then I wouldn’t have to go through this in the first place, dammit.

Taking deep breaths, he focused on the rounded flesh, just covered by thin cloth, in front of his nose. If he wasn’t holding on to her so tightly, he was positive his hands would be shaking. Sango’s breasts were in front of his face. Right there. If he wanted to, he could bury his face in them and…gods the woman smelled good.

He flinched as she leaned down and screamed in his ear.

“Don’t you DARE put your face there! Hentai!”

Miroku sighed as he realized the scent wasn’t coming from there either. How beaten was he going to be before he found the stupid place? Holding off on flinching again as she got in another kick against his thigh, he changed tactics and took her to the ground. He managed to get her arms above her head, and sat on her just below her pelvis. So, not the head, not the neck, not the arms, not the chest…he looked down at her hips and swallowed. All right, so he wanted to get there eventually, he just wasn’t sure he was going to be able to bite her anywhere near the apex of her thighs without even further injury.

Potentially serious injury. How the hell was he going to do this? How was Inuyasha doing this?? He took a moment to find Inuyasha and he scowled as he saw him pinning Kagome in a similar position a few feet away. Had he already bitten her? He watched Inuyasha lean over and…was he kissing her neck? He HAD bitten her! And he was already trying to take her body! Just because Kagome must have had an easy to mark spot, Inuyasha thought he could…

Miroku raised his voice to be heard over the yelling. “What are you doing?!”

Inuyasha’s head reared up and he stared back at Miroku in surprise, taking in his position over Sango. “What do you mean, what am I doing, what are YOU doing?”

What was that idiot talking about? “What! You…you’re the one who said I had to do this!!”

“I didn’t mean HERE! We can’t do this fucking next to each other, houshi!”

“I agree, which is why you should take Kagome and leave!”

Miroku had to practically bellow as both the girls were yelling at the top of their lungs while they kicked and struggled underneath Inuyasha and Miroku.

“I’m not leaving! I had Kagome pinned first! This is MY spot! You fucking leave, Monk!”

“No! It doesn’t matter who was first!” Miroku flinched as Sango tagged his balls and almost broke free for a moment. “Dammit, Sango hits harder! That makes her harder to pick up, so I shouldn’t have to move! Kagome’s a lot easier to cart around.” Hell, there was no way he was picking Sango up again. He was already exhausted from struggling with her even THIS much.

“Kagome is NOT easier to move around! She goes all limp on you like a little kid, it’s like carrying pudding. You leave!”

“No!” Why was Inuyasha so stubborn?! “Dammit, Inuyasha, I’ve had a hard on for the whole week! I can’t wait! I need this!”

“I’ve been aroused for over a damn year, monk! LEAVE!”

Miroku stared at him moment. Well, damn. There was no way a red-blooded male could trump that kind of suffering. Honestly, how could he beat that? Double damn.

He got to his feet, yanking Sango up by the arms and pulling her behind him as he walked away from a triumphant Inuyasha. A few minutes from the camp he grunted and fell to his knees as Sango finally managed to get her stumbling feet under her and kicked him in the back.

“Stop that.” Miroku turned around to face her and blocked another kick. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Sango’s eyes were narrowed in fury as she attacked him again. “You lecherous pig! You’re letting Inuyasha hurt Kagome? And now you think you’re going to… I’m GLAD I put those beads on you!” She panted as she continued to try and kick him and he scowled.

She was glad? She was glad she was hurting him this whole past week? And she actually thought he’d let Inuyasha injure Kagome?? And her stupid scent was cherries and vanilla again and driving him insane and she was just absolutely, completely maddening!

“Trust me, if I didn’t have to do this, I wouldn’t even be tempted by you at this point, Sango,” he snarled. He ignored the raging hard on that called him a liar. “But I no longer have a choice. I’m afraid you’ll have to learn to make do with me.” He smiled and watched her eyes widen. She froze just long enough for him to take her down again, sweeping her legs and pinning her face down. He sat on her thighs, holding her hands above her head again as he worked his way down her back.

Nothing.

He reached her bottom and sighed in disappointment as he got nothing there either. He’d really been rather hoping he’d be able to sink his teeth into one of those firm cheeks. He had to take a chance and release her hands, turning himself quickly so he was facing her legs as he sat on her back. There weren’t exactly a lot of places left! Hurrying, he pressed his stomach against her bottom, enjoyed her angry squeal for a moment, and finally found it. In the soft skin behind her right knee, the vanilla scent was so strong he thought he might drown in it.

She started to kick her legs, bending her legs quickly enough that she got him in the face.

“Sango! Stop that, now. If you would simply cooperate, we could finish this so much more quickly.”

“Get off, you lecher! I’d never cooperate with you and your perverted fantasies, hentai… Eeeeek, stop it! Stop!”

Miroku had yanked at her kimono to bare her thrashing knees. Seeing the soft skin of her bare limbs had him wishing again that it had been her bottom. But he’d get to see that before too long anyway, wouldn’t he? He looked at her legs, still thrashing. This was it. If he did this, there was no turning back. He’d never have another woman. He took a deep breath and choked on his own saliva as cherry and vanilla swirled into his brain again, making him pant with need. Combined with Sango’s squirming, the feel of her bottom against his stomach, and the surprisingly erotic glimpses of her bare calves, her scent was too much. He would give everything he owned if he could just have Sango, right now. His eyes reddened slightly and fell on her legs, holding them still as he bit quickly into the back of her knee, letting her blood coat his tongue. Wow, she even TASTED like vanilla.

Sango screamed.

The red faded from his eyes and he pulled his teeth out immediately. He hadn’t expected her to scream. Had it hurt that much? Was it really… He looked at the mark in the back of her knee and frowned. The bite looked painful. His teeth were a lot bigger than he’d thought they were, and now she was... Ah, no, she was crying. He’d made Sango cry. He didn’t think he’d ever hurt a woman in his life, and now Sango was crying. And her smell…bitter almonds. It made his nose twitch and at the same time it felt like the bitter smell combined with the vanilla to stab him right in the chest.

The smell actually hurt! And she was still crying.

“Here now, it’s all right.” He got off and let her roll over, wincing a little at the tears on her cheeks. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would hurt...”

“You BIT me!” Sango glared up at him. Ah no, was her lip actually…trembling?

“Well, yes, b-but it was only a little bite.”

“It HURTS!” Miroku scooted away as Sango sat up and put a hand to the back of her knee. It came back bloody. “I can’t believe you bit me!”

Miroku stared at her. She looked so betrayed. Which was ridiculous. HE was the one who’d been collared and smashed into the ground the entire week. HE was the one who’d just lost any chance of a sexual encounter with any other woman he would ever meet in his entire life. If it had worked. Had it? Had he done it? Were they mated now?

And why was that damn smell of bitter almonds still there?! It was making his erection disappear completely, which should have been a relief, but it made the rest of him feel absolutely miserable. He hated that smell. Why was she smelling like that??

Didn’t she understand what was happening? Didn’t she realize that he had just made the biggest sacrifice of his life, just so he could have a little sex without being emasculated afterwards?

Um…that didn’t sound so good when he put it that way.

But truly, she shouldn’t be this upset. Maybe Sango simply didn’t realize what had happened. That would explain it. She must think he’d just lost his sanity and attacked her rather than…well…tying her to him for the rest of her life.

But…it wasn’t that bad, was it? She might be a bit surprised, maybe a little miffed at the sudden change in the relationship, but she’d always recovered her equilibrium so quickly over any setback they suffered through, she’d be fine with this. Someday. After she tried to beat him to a pulp, he thought, wincing again.

Maybe if he presented it just right, there was still a chance that he could actually get some of Sango before the sun set. He could tell her what had happened, and they would laugh, and they’d be exploring each other’s bodies in no time. He could touch the soft skin along her throat, knead the curves of her body with his hands as his mouth suckled the tips of her breasts… He moaned under his breath.

“Why did you bite me?!” Another tear rolled down Sango’s cheek and that dagger of bitter almonds sliced into his chest again.

How could she be crying? Sango just didn’t cry. Never.

He couldn’t really have made her cry, could he?

“Sango…”

What in the world could he say to make her stop crying??