Just the Two of Us
Chapter Six
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Just the Two of Us
By: Banshee Puppet
Chapter Six:
Gratitude
Kouga awoke to a nauseous
feeling. It wasn’t the same nausea as
all those times Shi’en had made him suck him up over
and over again, swallowing everything until he vomited it all back up and ended
up fucked (quite literally) none-too-pleasantly for his efforts.
alone walk.
This now though—this was different.
vomit as his heart. ‘My soul feels
sick,’ he realized. ‘It’s strange.
burning hands. That’s right.
resigned to a black fate—today was for finally fighting back.
be for gratitude as well. He noticed a
man’s blue kimono left on the chair by the door for him and stood carefully.
Inuyasha stirred slightly.
sleepily, arm flopping over onto the empty tatami
that Kouga had just risen from.
Inuyasha’s nose started going
before the rest of him. He smelled
“Get up, Inuyasha,”
want to be late because of you.”
Inuyasha remembered then what was
going on and watched Kouga a moment as the wolf demon
fiddled with the kimono’s sash.
“Oy, what are you doing?” he
asked.
Kouga grumbled, “I never
‘He doesn’t know how to put a kimono on?
thought. “Come here, I’ll do it, moron,”
he sighed. “Geez,
what were you raised by a pack of rabid…”
eyebrow reminded him not to continue. “
a rabid wolf, geez.
Me an’ my big mouth.’
“Uh… …thanks.”
“Che.
wimp. It doesn’t suit you.
do. I hate you better that way.”
“Feh.
kick ass,” he said confidently, though his insides were churning and his mind
added, ‘I hope.’
“Heh.
*#*
Miroku had been meditating since
before dawn. Now, the sun beginning to
rise higher in the sky, the monk stood and sighed.
situations,’ he thought.
Walking over to Shippo, he poked
the kitsune pup.
“Rise and shine, Shippo,” he said.
Shippo crawled out from under the
blankets and yawned loudly, rubbing his eyes with the back of a closed
fist. Miroku
smiled to himself. ‘He’s a cute kid,
“Oy, Miroku.
Shippo said ‘after you beat Shi’en’
like the outcome was already obvious.
“What are you going to do?”
“Go back to the way things were, I suppose.
simple-minded to let this get him down for long.”
“I mean about the scent thing,” Shippo
frowned at how the monk avoided even thinking about the subject.
That snake’s smell and the smell of sex is all
over Kouga.”
“Shippo, aren’t you a little too
young to say stuff like that so easily?” Miroku
scolded.
“I know what it is,” Shippo rolled
his eyes. “Are you gonna…?”
the kitsune tried to ask.
mate him.’
“Don’t be silly. I’m
only interested in beautiful women.
There’s just no way a guy would ever interest me.”
Shippo rolled his eyes at the monk
again. “Then you’re not really saving
him,” the kid said.
“Well, time for my big fight scene!” Miroku
said cheerfully, ignoring the kitsune’s comment.
‘Kouga will be fine.
off-guard again. All he really needs is
an excuse to get out of here. Anyway,
it’s impossible. I’m not interested in
men, and even if I was, I wouldn’t touch a guy who’s been traumatized like
this.
*#*
Sango sat beside
his other side, and the demon exterminator glared threateningly at anyone who
so much as looked at the wolf youkai.
Kouga tried to grin at her and say
something witty, but he was too nervous.
“Miroku…he’s going to win, right?” he found
himself asking.
Inuyasha whacked him over the head
for his trouble. “I told you…”
But Sango cut him off.
beside.”
For some reason, Sango’s
reassurances were more convincing than Inuyasha’s and
the wolf prince sighed, and then tensed as Shi’en
entered the room and looked at
him.
“Inuyasha, he still has a jewel
shard,” Kagome whispered. And hearing
this only made Kouga more nervous.
“Relax,” Sango whispered.
still has his wind tunnel.”
‘Oh, that’s right!’ Kouga
realized. He’d forgotten all about it.
Shipo scurried over and hopped
into Kagome’s lap and Miroku leveled a calm stare at
the wolf for a moment before playing it up, waving, winking, and blowing him a
kiss.
Kouga blushed brightly.
flushed. ‘Blushing? N—No
way!’
“Have you made your peace, monk?” Shi’en
taunted.
“I have,” Miroku returned.
feel guilty about killing you at all ♥,” he said cheerily.
The comment angered Shi’en.
demanded. “He’s mine, no one
else’s!” The viper prince charged, claws
extended, and the clanking of metal signified the maneuver being blocked by
Miroku swung said staff in an arc
across Shi’en’s midsection, but Shi’en
jumped back, avoiding the blow.
so he stepped forward, following with an overhead strike.
blow, but not the charm that Miroku pinned to his
chest immediately afterwards.
“Ah!” he screamed and fell backwards under the power of the
magical kanji which burned up immediately after Kouga
read it. ‘Burning
hands.’ The wolf
burning hands and was hit by the physical memory of everywhere they had touched
him. Those hands burning through his
skin, his shoulder, his back, a memory of last night’s embrace.
forward unconsciously swallowing. ‘I never
noticed it before, but he’s…extremely hot for a human.’
off guard. No, he realized, he was just
in denial before. To be completely
honest, as he thought back, he’d always known Miroku
was…attractive. Sadly, he also knew the monk
to be painfully straight.
that I… that I want his burning hands on me, all of me.
to know his taste, drown in the scent of him, to make him moan.’
floods out all coherent thought and Kouga
clutches, white-knuckled, the table before him.
‘Holy shit.’
He figured it was a safe bet that he wanted him.
you,’ he thought.
Sango had misinterpreted his
sudden clenched muscles since as he leaned forward and tensed,
Miroku had just been flung some ten feet backwards
and crashed into one of the tables to the right.
him, “don’t worry. He’ll just get serious
now.”
“Uh…yeah…” Kouga replied with a
swallow.
And sure enough, Miroku swept
through the youkai’s shoulder with the end of his
staff. Shi’en
screamed in pain and tried to stab the monk with his venomed
claws, but Miroku dodged, only getting slightly
burned on his right ankle as a good chunk of his robes were eaten away.
“Getting a little frisky, eh?” the monk taunted with a very
slightly arrogant little smirk.
“Yeah, kick his ass, Miroku,”
Nam’wa smiled to herself.
‘I know Shi’en is your brother, but those two
belong together. Even a fool can
“About time you started cheering him on,”
“He’s doing it for you.”
‘That’s right, for me…I guess…because he’s a good person…but
it only makes me want to touch him more,’ Kouga
thought.
Inuyasha raised his eyebrow
slightly as a momentarily needy expression crossed the wolf youkai’s
face as he watched the monk whip out a charm card, throw it into the air and
hit it hard with his staff. “Water
Wall,” the slip read, and it saved Miroku from
The jewel shard embedded into Shi’en’s
left eye pulsed. He was badly bruised,
but Miroku was also a bit wounded.
was losing. His eye started
shoulder. Hecried
out and fell to one knee, clutching at the wound.
tried to kill me with poison?” he grit out.
Thoughtlessly, when Miroku was
hit, Kouga leapt to his feet.
kept fighting.
‘Not good,’ Miroku thought.
vision blurred. ‘Only one thing left
then,’ and he moved to use his wind tunnel.
“He can’t be serious!” Sango
gasped. “If the venom gets inside,
he’ll…”
Kouga didn’t need to hear the rest
of it. He knew the answer, and jumped
over the table, heedless of his own aggrevated
wounds, grabbing Miroku by the waist.
monk would win, even now. Though
not be compared. “Don’t kill him!” the
wolf begged Miroku, the echo of what could possibly
happen to Miroku if something went wrong spinning
through his mind.
“What?!
Miroku asked, startled.
‘Why am I this angry,’ the monk wondered, twining the prayer
beads tightly about his wrist again.
“Because I hate him!”
Miroku’s
or at least thought he glared at Shi’en, his vision
was so blurry it was hard to tell for certain.
“If Kouga wants you to live, then
you live,” he said. “Without him,
knowing that someone else is touching him, and that he likes it,” the monk
stated.
“We aren’t finished…” Shi’en began
to protest angrily.
“You are quite
finished, my brother,” Trin’da said.
Nam’wa stood and handed the jewel
shards to Miroku and a glass filled with a
putrid-smelling yellow liquid. “Drink,”
she said. “It will counteract the
Miroku’s hand shook a bit as he
reached for the glass, so Kouga snatched it and
brought it to his lips.
“Ugh. Taste’s like
urine,” Miroku complained as his vision slowly
cleared.
“Stop whining,” Kouga stated
flatly.
“But…oh, forget it, here.”
He handed the jewel shards over almost absentmindedly, and
legs where they belonged. Almost like
his old self, only that would never be the case again, because he’d been a
slave and discovered now that his first real
crush was on a man whose altruistic kindness was painful, who’s
touch burned, who didn’t desire him.
Well, isn’t life just grand?
…to be continued…