Hanyou Times Two

A/N This sucks. It really does, and I apologize. Just having hard time with all my funny stories with any plot right now, this one included. Sorry, just feelin' a bit depressed and all and it's always a bit harder to get into the funny mood. But, you all have waited for so fucking long that you deserve something, at least. So, I'm putting this little bit out (it's not long, and I'm sorry for that too), and I'll keep working at it. I already had to cut bits out because it started getting dark, and it's just not that dark of a story, so ....anyway. I'll work on it and hope something better gets out next time. Thanks for all your patience, etc...

Warnings: just the suckitude :-P

Chapter 5 – This Isn’t Quite What I’d Planned

Miroku rubbed the back of his neck as he stared at Sango. He’d never thought she’d react like this. It made no sense. She didn’t even know they were mates yet! At least, he didn’t think so. Could she have enough knowledge of youkai customs to know what he’d done? Was that why she was so upset?

She hated being with him that much?

Or was she hurt? That didn’t seem right; he’d seen her take a hit from a youkai that bloodied her entire side once, and she hadn’t shed a tear. Hell, she’d stood back up and chopped the thing in two before she’d collapsed. So why was she crying? Was this type of bite different? Did it hurt more than normal? Was she in that much pain?? Was it something else?

Tears slowly crept down her cheeks and he swallowed heavily. “Sango, please, it’s not so bad, surely?”

He flinched as he found her eyes. Hurt, betrayed – the eyes of the woman he’d first met when her family had been utterly destroyed.

“I never thought you were the type of man to attack a woman.” Her voice was so soft he almost didn’t hear her as she pushed herself awkwardly to her feet. She kept most of her weight off the leg he’d bitten.

“What?” Attack? He hadn’t attacked her! He’d just married her, dammit! That was not an attack, that was…well, it wasn’t an attack, whatever it was.

“You’ve always been a lecher, houshi, but I thought you were better than that.” Her scent thick with bitter almonds and tears, Sango stared at him. “I thought… I thought you were someone I could trust…” She turned and started limping back to camp and he jumped to his feet.

“What?!” She accused him of attacking her, and now she was claiming that she’d trusted him? He growled at her back, angry at the damn smell, and the look on her face, and the feeling it was producing in his gut, and damn well everything. “Trust? How can you say that, after everything you’ve done this week! You can’t say you trust someone and collar them with a set of beads like that, Sango! You don’t have someone you trust slammed to the ground for merely mentioning your name.” He was growling and gnashing his teeth by the time he finished, his fingers tense with the need to claw something.

Sango shook her head and continued walking more quickly, leaving him to follow after her. “I was going to take them off.”

Miroku couldn’t stop himself from growling louder and she looked back at him quickly. He stopped himself when he saw a flicker of fear cross her face and the smell of bitter almonds and oranges drifted back to him. Sango was afraid of him??

“Don’t come near me, Monk.” Sango turned completely and arranged herself in a more defensive stance. Miroku stared at her with his mouth open, disbelieving, before he backed up. She truly thought he was going to attack her!

“Sango, I’m not some sort of monster, dammit! I was not attempting to assault you!”

“And what would you call it?” Sango glared at him, not backing down. “You were touching me, you forced me to come out here alone with you, and then you tried to take off my clothes! And Inuyasha is doing the exact same thing to Kagome right now until I go stop him, because you’re keeping me here!”

Miroku couldn’t say a word. It sounded so awful when she said it that way. But it wasn’t! They weren’t trying to… to rape them! They were just… It was just that they needed…

“I never thought you’d do it. All this time, you’ve been so quick to touch any woman you came across, but I always thought you were different underneath. I thought, if you had to restrain yourself and your groping for even a little bit, you could understand how it makes me feel to have to constantly be on my guard, worrying about when I’m going to be groped next! But I never thought you were a rapist, Miroku.” She backed away from him slowly, obviously trying to work her way back to Kagome. “I didn’t know you at all, did I? I’m such a fool. I thought…” Another tear trailed down her cheek and she angrily wiped it away.

“I am not a rapist!” Miroku didn’t know which emotion was more crushing – the pain in his chest or the anger in his belly. “And what in all the hells do you mean, understanding how you feel? I am not ignorant; I am well aware that you shy away from being touched, Sango. ”

“That never stops you from touching me, though, does it?” Sango glared at him, still backing away, and he clenched his fists.

Yes, so he touched her without permission. Maybe a lot. But it wasn’t that he didn’t know her wishes! He simply wanted to…feel her. Her ass was so round and firm it was like it was begging him to pay homage. He was just supposed to ignore that? How could someone ignore that? Every time she turned and her muscles flexed, or she bent down and the fabric of her skirt tightened along the curve of her bottom, or she bent over and that round firmness was vulnerable and ripe and just begging to be caressed – how was someone supposed to ignore that? Every damn move she made was so erotically stimulating, it used to drive him crazy. And since he’d turned hanyou, she smelled just as amazing, and it only added to the desire to just grab her and take her and … and that damn smell was tunneling into his gut like a spear right now and how the hell did he make it stop!

“Dammit, I’m not a rapist!”

“Then what were you doing, houshi?” Sango’s eyes dared him to try and come up with a different explanation and he licked his lips nervously.

“It’s- I – it’s all Myouga’s fault. He suggested it.” Miroku finally got out, heaving a sigh as Sango finally stopped moving to gape at him.

“Myouga? Myouga thought you should attack me!”

Miroku pulled at his hair. “How many times do I have to say it! I was not attacking you!! He just told us how to figure out where to bite you, dammit!”

Sango was rendered speechless a moment, for which Miroku was immensely grateful as he tried to think of what the hell he was going to say after having blurted out something he meant to keep to himself for a little longer, at least until she’d calmed down.

“You said ‘we.’ You mean…you and Inuyasha? Inuyasha is going to bite Kagome as well?! What is wrong with both of you??” Sango glared at him before turning suddenly and sprinting back towards the camp.

With a curse, Miroku ran after her. He tried to leap over and ahead of her, but she anticipated and dodged to the side, running underneath a heavy canopy of leaves so that he had to zigzag between trees as he tried to catch her. Damn it, she was going to interrupt Inuyasha and Kagome, and he just knew the two of them were not going to be happy. Kagome had to be happier about this than Sango. They’d be right in the middle, and if Sango tried to stop Inuyasha..

Would he hurt her before he realized it was her, if she attacked him?

He moved faster, tackling her just as she broke into the clearing where they’d camped. “We don’t see anything! Seeing nothing, not looking! Just leaving!” Trying to pick up Sango without looking in the direction he could smell them in, he froze as he heard a choked sniffle,

What?

Had Sango been right? Was Inuyasha actually forcing himself on Kagome? Miroku let go of Sango and turned quickly, feeling sick with guilt, and then froze again. Inuyasha was sitting leaning against a tree, looking panicked, while Kagome sat on his lap, sniffling with tears running down her cheeks. Both of them were fully clothed.

“What happened??”

“What the hell does it look like? She’s crying!” Inuyasha rubbed Kagome’s back awkwardly. Miroku would have tried to speak except for Sango’s knee knocking the wind out of his lungs rather harshly.

“Rrrrhrhrhggg.”

“You’re just as much a pig as Miroku! Let go of her, Inuyasha!”

“She’s CRYING! I can’t leave her alone if she’s crying, bitch! Hey, back off, Sango!” Miroku watched Sango try to latch onto Kagome’s arm while Inuyasha shifted to block her with his arms. All Miroku could do was try to get air back into his lungs, desperately striving to stay among the breathing and conscious.

Kagome smacked Inuyasha in the chest and he stopped moving to gape at her.

“Let me go, Inuyasha,” she said in a voice that was an interesting blend of watery and angry. The combination worked fantastically to make Inuyasha completely panic and pull his hands away with a sputter as she got to her feet and hugged Sango before bursting into tears again.

Sango patted her back and they both went to the other end of the camp to sit down together and talk in soft voices. After a few minutes, Miroku finally managed to suck in much needed air and dragged himself over to Inuyasha. He collapsed in a heap next to him, watching the women.

“Inuyasha…you didn’t-“

“No, I didn’t take her like some pig, Miroku!”

“Well, I thought you were already half way there when I took Sango away. How was I supposed to know?”

“No, I was still trying to find where to bite her. Shit, why does everyone think I’m some fucking lecher like you! I just bit her and then…dammit.” Inuyasha’s ears lay flat and he clenched his fists over each other. “It hurt her, Miroku. I didn’t know it would hurt her.”

Sighing, Miroku nodded as he slumped over his knees. “I know. Sango actually cried.”

“Bull shit.”

“No, she really did. Thought I was going to rape her or something” Miroku turned to look at Inuyasha. “Am I really that untrustworthy? I still can’t believe she thought I would come after that way…”

“I dunno what Kagome thinks.” Inuyasha said glumly, “I bit her and she screamed. It was fucking awful.” He glanced at the two women and hunched his shoulders. They both sat silently, listening to the murmurs from the women as they opened Kagome’s first aid kit and brought out bandages to tend each other.

“Where did you have to bite her?”

“In the neck. It was pretty damn hard, too. I was worried if she moved wrong I’d hit an artery or something. Myouga never mentioned that would be a problem when he pulled his scholar of all youkai shit. How about you?”

“Back of the leg.”

Inuyasha looked at him and smirked. ‘Bet she kicked the shit out of you. That’d explain why your face looks like it got hit with a tree.”

“Does it? Feels more like a whole damn forest.” Mriroku muttered, poking at tender spots along his cheekbone. “ I think we really screwed up.”

“No kidding. We’ve got mates who think we’re the lowest bastards ever right now. Crap, it’s a fucking mess.”

Miroku brooded and finally asked, “How much do you like Myouga?”

“Little bit.”

“Enough to keep me from killing him the next time I see him?”

“Yeah. ‘Fraid so. If you beat him ‘til he wishes he were dead, though, I might help you.”

“Good.”

The smell of vanilla and cherries blew his way and Miroku snarled to himself as his dick popped up like a puppet.

“Dammit all to every hell, known and unknown,” he snarled desperately. “ I can’t stay here, Inuyasha.” Inuyasha just nodded and didn’t move as Miroku pushed to his feet.

Sango and Kagome stopped talking and they both watched him warily.

“I am NOT a rapist!!” Their eyes didn’t change and he gouged his palms with his claws as he turned and stomped out of the camp.