Vices

Sango tried to absorb everything Kagome told her about Miroku, and a part of her did not want to believe it. However, she trusted Kagome with her life and knew she would never deliberately lie to her, especially about a guy. Even though Sango knew, what Kagome said did hold some truth; she could not for the life of her get his beautiful face out her mind. She was still deep in thought when the phone rand nearly causing her to jump out of her skin.

Sango glanced at the caller I.D. and knew exactly who was calling. At first, she did not know if she should answer it, for the simple fact she wanted to know the truth about him. She let the phone ring a few more times before she reached a shaky hand to the receiver and pulled it to her ear.

“Hello,” Sango said into the mouthpiece with trepidation in her voice. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the actual voice of her object of desire. His voice had this power of ease in it. Like it would actually calm a world of chaos with a simple syllable and it did that for her rampaging mind. All the thoughts of talking to him about his impure ways escaped her mind covering her in a deep robust love. She did not know how he really felt about her but she knew she could love him and if not today then in the near future.

“Hello my dear Sango,” Miroku replied when he heard her soft beautiful voice answered the phone. He was thankful that it was her that did indeed answer the phone, because he was not ready to explain to Kagome why he was calling.

Sango smiled to herself as they talked of conventional topics. No matter what they talked about, she was just happy that he took the time to call her every day, and it was the trivial things they talked about that made her fall harder. Their conversation only lasted a few minutes due to the time limit he was allowed to use the phone before their conversation was halted, and left her wanting more. Sango could not help but think about the way he affected her. She has never been so capricious towards men due to the fact that she was raised by a single father, therefore she was a tom boy and many guys seen her as one of them. However, he was different there was something there that she could not put her finger on, but she liked it. She was finally a woman and not just one of the guys and that was something, even if this did not go any further.

After she hung up the phone all the things Kagome told her came flooding back, and she groaned to herself. She never got the chance to confront Miroku about his lecherous ways. She was sadly desperate to know what his intentions were for her, even if that meant the horrible truth of lust. She knew this was all too good to be true and a part of her was thankful her fantasies were not shattered. ‘It will all come in due time,’ Sango thought to herself sinking back into the warm confines of the couch to wait patiently for Kagome to get back from the store. Sango closed her eyes in an attempt to relax her body and mind, but what she found was sleep.

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After a light dinner with Inuyasha in the cafeteria, Miroku decided to call his new object of desire. He hoped hearing her sultry voice would bring peace to his whirling mind. However, that proved to be just the opposite. Instead of being calmer and more relaxed, he felt a tug to the front of his jeans. Apparently her voice made him peak with arousal. Never in his wildest dreams had a woman’s voice have this type of affect on his body, or his mind for that matter. All he did know was that he would have to relieve the tension that was causing a very prominent erection.

Miroku sighed deep when he realized it would be himself that had to do the dirty work. Closing his eyes, he lounged back on the bed anticipating his release. Slowly he moved his hand under the waist of his pants and firmly grabbed the throbbing erection. Oh how he longed for the touch of a woman’s soft hands. It had been four long weeks since a goddess had relieved the pent up sexual tension.

Pulling every loved he had ever had from his memory he began tugging himself. Soft and slow at first then he increased the pressure and speed as the memories flashed through his minds. He was nearing completion when he heard a soft rap at the door. He was snapped from his lustful thoughts and abandoned all hopes of reaching orgasmic bliss. Frustrated he groaned as he headed to the door straightening his clothes and making himself presentable, because the first person that came to mind was Inuyasha. In addition, for Inuyasha to see him like this would be the death of him. For one he would never hear the end of it and, two Inuyasha could be uptight, and he would get a reaming of a lifetime. Miroku stopped a arms length in front of the door and listened, at first he thought his unwelcomed guest had left until he heard another soft knock. Slowly he opened the door his eyes widened with surprise, as he looked the guest over with appreciation.

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Inuyasha smiled all the way back to his room. The thoughts of Kagome still fresh in his mind. He couldn’t sleep so he decided to take a walk through the hospital. He every so often to think about the past few weeks, his declarations to himself, the counseling, and the thought of holding Kagome in his arms once more. After walking the halls a few times he was ready for bed, but not before he stopped by Miroku's to see how he was fairing.

Inuyasha paused outside the door when he heard grunts and groans of pleasure from the other side. At the sounds, he saw red and his blood began to boil. ‘Damn him,’ Inuyasha thought before taking the door off his hinges. Even in the dimly lit room, he could see two sweat drenched bodies scrambling to cover themselves.

“Miroku, what in the fuck do you think you are doing?” Inuyasha bellowed turning on the light. The smell of sex invaded his nose enraged him more.

“In… Inuyasha it’s not what it looks like,” Miroku stammered. He knew how Inuyasha would react if he were to catch him with his pants down, but he could not contain himself when a beautiful woman threw herself at him.

“Oh it is what it looks like! I can’t fucking believe you Miroku. What were you thinking? Hell wasn’t it just earlier today that you were telling me about this mysterious woman that stole your heart. What do you think she would do if she found out? Huh? This man pursuing her could not keep his dick in his pants. Seriously Miroku enough is enough, I think it is time you grew up.”

Miroku just stared in shock as Inuyasha's hard words sunk into his sometimes dense brain, “Inuyasha please let me explain,” Miroku's plea hit deaf ears, and for once he was speechless. He knew he had to get Inuyasha to hear him out.

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Kagome found Sango napping on the couch with a slight smile adorning her lips. ‘I wonder what put that smile on her face,’ Kagome thought watching her peaceful friend take a deep breath. Shaking her head, she headed to the kitchen to start dinner careful not to wake her friend. Seeing her friend so peaceful and happy, a smile of her own etched across her face.

Kagome remembered her earlier conversation with Inuyasha that ended with those three little words. It was the first time she heard him say the words her heart longed to hear. Although she had hoped he would have said those words under different circumstances. They had said ‘I love you’ many times over the last few weeks and not matter how much it is said they still make her weak in the knees, because she knows that he really means them.

Kagome was so happy she decided to cook dinner tonight and she went all out. She pulled out the filets she bought and began preparing a dinner fit for a king that consisted of filet mignon, potatoes au gratin, white rice and a bottle of red wine. It was time to celebrate happiness and she knew Sango would not argue with her on that.

Kagome's smile never faded as she cooked dinner. Not only was she happy with Inuyasha she was also able to cater to Sango for once without any arguments.

When dinner was almost complete Sango quietly entered the kitchen to see what the wonderful smells were that filled the small apartment.

“MMM… smells wonderful,” Sango exclaimed startling Kagome.

“Sango! You scared the shit out of me,” Kagome chuckled, “Does it really smell that good?”

“Sorry Kagome I did not meant to scare you, it’s just that it smells so good in here I had to let you know. But why are you cooking? You know I don’t mind.”

“I know I did not have to, but I wanted to,” Kagome replied with a warm smile.

Sango returned her smile and turned to get the plates from the cabinet, and as she did so, Kagome could not help but notice the extra bounce in her step. It had been too long since Kagome had seen her friend this happy, and she for one was not going to do anything to ruin it.

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“Emi would you please excuse us,” Miroku half smiled at the beautiful brunette next to him. He hated the fact that he had to send her away, but he knew that if he did not Inuyasha would flip his lid again. She gathered her clothes as quickly as she could avoiding Inuyasha's heated gaze and took off out the door dressing as she went.
“Inuyasha please listen to me,” Miroku pleaded again. At first, he did not think Inuyasha was listening to him because of the distant gaze he received.

When Inuyasha finally turned his attention to the lech, Miroku audibly gulped and retuned his gaze.

“Miroku there is no explaining this at all. I know you; you just could not wait four more weeks could you? Well all I can say is I am very disappointed in you, but what is to be expected of a pervert. Look you are my friend and I am only looking out for your well-being, but I can’t help you anymore you have to want this Miroku,” Inuyasha stated with hurt in his eyes. He knew he would not stay mad too long but he knew Miroku had to hear these words, “Miroku I am going to bed, if I were you I would stay away until morning.” With that Inuyasha went to his room closing and locking the door behind him.

Even with Miroku's antics, nothing could take the smile off his face. ‘Ah… only four more weeks and I will be free to live my life with Kagome,’ Inuyasha thought drifting off to sleep.