Consequences

Consequences - Chapter Seven

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Author: Saraste

Pairing: InuyashaxMiroku

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: mpreg, fluff, angst, hint of non-slash

Betas: Akabana, Jenerik_Brand

A/N: Thank you all who have reviewed and wanted more of this. Sorry it took me so long but it's longer for it. Hope it's worth the wait.

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“Can I come in, are you decent?”



The rap and the following careful inquiry snapped Inuyasha and Miroku from their lazing about in each others arms and they both looked to the door. The pair had been shacked up in their hut for nearly two weeks now.



“No, were not decent, all kinds of indecent, though!” Inuyasha yelled in reply. He was almost fully awake now and grinned lecherously against Miroku's back. He began nibbling at it as his hands found their way down from Miroku's hip to caress his backside, earning a muffled yelp from the monk.



The monk sighed. But he didn't try and pry the hands off, almost purring when the hanyo's tongue moved between his shoulder blades in ever widening circles.



“I need to check up on you, Inuyasha!” Kagome yelled through the door, the wood muffling her chipper voice. “The Shard! I need to check on the Shard! Please!?” They could both hear the worry in her tone. This wasn't the first she'd tried to get them to let her in during the past week. Miroku swallowed as he felt Inuyasha's grin against his back. The hanyo was spooning him; pressing his hardness against his bottom. He must have been fully awake, then. The monk groaned.



“Yes, you can check on me, all of me if you want!” And Inuyasha nibbled Miroku's earlobe affectionately, hands sneaking under the covers to fondle the monks member. Miroku finally came to his senses as pleasure shot up from his groin to haze his brain. He became acutely aware that there was someone behind the door as he began to fill in Inuyasha's hand in spite of it.



Damn the hanyou and his 'hormones'. And sexual insatiability. And that exhibitionist streak.



“Inuyasha!” Miroku cried out as the hanyou flicked his wrist, twisting, making fire shoot into his veins.



Kagome heard a thump and an 'ow' through the door.



“Baka, don't hit me, I'm expecting your baby, remember!?”



“That doesn't make you any less pig-headed!”



“Pig-headed!?”



Kagome counted the cracks on the wall planks, counting branch holes on them as she waited for the love birds to settle. There was shuffling from the inside, something broke and someone cursed. The bamboo curtain, which was used as a door, was jerked violently open.



“Please, hit him in the head, I can't!” Miroku stood on the door opening, holding a blanket draped around his midsection. Inuyasha was plastered all over his back, trying to tug the blanket down ineffectively, mouth nibbling along Miroku's left shoulder and grinning wickedly at the girl, winking.



Kagome just stared.



A deep flush crept over her features as Inuyasha continued to tug at the blanket. “Maybe I really should come back later?” She stammered out, almost choking in her words, taking a step back.



Inuyasha decided to forego his quest to rid the monk of his blanket and instead moved his hands down Miroku's hips and down to the small of his back.



“NO! Don't leave! Inuyasha, stop that!” Miroku cried inefficiently as he tried to swat Inuyasha's hand away from sneaking down his bottom. The skilled fingers found purchase on Miroku's ass-cheeks and the monk actually turned a delicate shade of crimson.



But the man was good...



“I...ah, please, Inuyasha...” Miroku could feel his lover's hardness against his hip, nudging at him, his own, unrepentant, erection twitching under the blanket.



“Later...” the hanyo purred into his ear, licking the earlobe expertly and giving it a playful nip. His fingers crept between Miroku's ass-cheeks and pattered around the puckered entrance. The monk moaned appreciatively.



Kagome blushed completely scarlet at the wanton display in front of her that was seconds from turning wholly indecent and stammered out: “I'll come around later, shall I?” She turned her back and fled, stumbling in her haste.



Inuyasha didn't waste a second in drawing Miroku inside and joining their mouths in a ravenous, hungry kiss. The blanket slid to the floor from Miroku's limp hands and the hanyo took advantage by grinding their now uncovered erections together. The contact of their lips broke and they both moaned deeply.



“You're devious, you are...,” Miroku whispered to Inuyasha's human ear, nibbling at the pale shell, continuing down to lick the others neck.



Inuyasha wound his fingers in Miroku's hair, his head dropping into the crook of Miroku's neck, his whole body quivering in delight as the other ravished him with his tongue. He hummed against the monks skin, the soft puffs of air coming from his half open mouth making Miroku's skin prickle.



He was unbearably hot, humping his crotch against Miroku. He needed him, there was an unquenchable urge inside of him, his hormones driving him wild and wanton, craving for Miroku to touch him.



As the monk snapped to alertness, his hands cupped Inuyasha's bottom and the hanyou wound his agile legs around his waist.



While Miroku carried Inuyasha back to their bed, their cocks rubbed together in the pace of his steps. In his needy state, Inuyasha felt ablaze with passion, his nails dragging along Miroku's back and small, breathy whimpers issuing from his lips. Every movement brought forth a jolt of fire through his body.



Panting, they finally stumbled to the covers, Miroku laying Inuyasha down carefully and gently like he was the most precious treasure in the whole world.



And to him, he was.



Miroku began to shower lingering kisses on his lovers torso and down his belly. He splayed loving hands across the gentle swell of his stomach, butterfly kisses covering every inch of skin in sight. But Inuyasha, who'd been panting in raw need, finally fisted a hand in the monks hair and yanked his head up roughly.



“Stop, I need...,” the voice was urgent, the hanyo almost incoherent with need , words almost escaping him. His eyes were half lidded, blue streaking between coal black lashes. His skin was flushed, and almost feverish to the touch. Inuyasha swallowed, “... need... inside..”



Miroku bounded up, kissing Inuyasha feverishly, hand groping around for a certain jar he'd left by the bedside. As his other hand tweaked a pert nipple his fingers dipped into the cool paste. He was as swift as he could, stretching the writhing creature below him with care.



The other was all over him, panting, moaning, hands roaming over his skin. Whispering obscenities into his ears, caressing his body, teasing his hotly throbbing length.



He was soon able to fulfil his lover's plea, slicking himself and slowly thrusting in. Inuyasha rammed himself down on the cock finally filling him, stretching him deliciously. His nails dug into Miroku's back, drawing blood.



Miroku drew Inuyasha against him and they shared a kiss. “Fuck me... Please...,” Inuyasha whispered breathlessly as their lips parted. “And be quick about it...”



There was a fleeting thought in Miroku's mind to do just the opposite but as he was fit to burst himself from just seeing the look of abandon, lust and dominance on his lovers face, he knew he didn't stand a chance. So he fucked the hanyo as hard as he dared.



Inuyasha laid on the bedding, his face framed by a raven halo, eyes slipping in and out of focus, hands fisting in the covers, breath coming in short pants. His inner muscles squeezed Miroku in all the right places, making his pace a series of quick in and out thrusts. Soon the hanyo's insatiable lust was momentarily quelled as he bucked against Miroku and came hard.



Miroku drew out his own release with a few shallow thrusts and after a brief period of just being suspended over his lover, panting and riding down from his high, he drew out.



Inuyasha purred as they snuggled together and Miroku patted his hair gently, feeling his lover drift to sleep. He just held him, feeling his body relax in his arms and cuddle against his. Slowly falling asleep.



The monk finally rose with a sigh, covering his napping lover with a blanket. He moved a strand of hair away from Inuyasha's face and pressed a kiss to his brow. Then he washed himself off in the corner, where there was a bucket of water, and dressed. He'd thought of washing Inuyasha too but didn't want to disturb his sleep. His lover needed all the rest he could, he didn't complain but Miroku knew that even after the Shard being embedded into him, the pregnancy took it's toll on him. Finally decent, and with a last glance at Inuyasha, the monk headed outside.



And was met with whistles from both Kagome and Sango.



Great, just what he needed right now! The girls were a menace “I can't stop him, you know!” he cried out to them, indignant. As their hut was a little ways from the other's in the village, on the borders, there were no complaints or remarks from the neighbours. Somehow the girls seemed to view it as their mission to tease him for all they were worth. But he knew it wasn't for malice.



It was what sisters did.



The girls continued to giggle covertly behind their hands as he slightly scowled at them. Kagome brought her other hand forward and extended it to him, offering a bowl of steaming broth.



“Here's breakfast,” she finally managed to get out.



Miroku sat down, sighing. He accepted the offered food, tucking hungrily into the broth. It seemed that Shippou had already finished eating and was playing tag with Kirara nearby. The food and the nice sunny weather calmed his frayed nerves somewhat.



Hearing his deep sigh, the girls looked first at each other and then at him. Sango came closer, sat down next to him, and patted his hand. “Is everything all right?” she asked.



Miroku gave a nervous, shaky laugh. “It's... it's all that I've ever dreamed of but...”



“You feel like you'd like to have a rest once in a while, don't you?” Kagome asked, sitting down next to him too. She gave a pat to his hand and smiled kindly.



“It's that damned stamina. It's wearing me out! I do enjoy it, don't get me wrong... But I just need some rest.”



The monk looked at them after having hastily finished the last of his broth and lowered his voice.

“It is nice to have him want me so much, but we did it six times just last night!”



Kagome blushed fiercely as she spoke out. “Well couldn't you just... make him, you know.. help him out?...”



Miroku turned a shade of scarlet. “I would, but having him all over me... I just get...”



“Miroku!”



The monk looked around at the voice, noticing his lover emerge from their hut. Thankfully, he was clothed. But the look on his face...



“Inuyasha!”



The hanyou pounced him, pinning him down in a hug.



“You left!” He looked hurt and ... annoyed. Put out. And on the verge of tears. Mostly furious with Miroku that he had not been waken for breakfast.



“Shh... It's okay.” Miroku hugged his lover close and kissed his cheek. “Want some breakfast?” He tried to placate him, knowing that with his growing belly Inuyasha must be dying for hunger. As was proved by the growl emerging from his stomach.



Hungry, needy and horny seemed to be the basic states of being for Miroku's beloved hanyou now.

And he must ravenous to emerge from the hut after not having been out much in the past two weeks.



“Sure I want some breakfast, what kind of stupid question is that?” Inuyasha smacked Miroku in the back of the head. He did, however let Miroku help him to sit down without further mutilation toward his person. Miroku handed him his broth and watched him gorge.



* * * *



After breakfast and Inuyasha's abominable choice in menu that had scarred them all for life yet again, the lovers returned to their hut for Kagome to give her inspection. Kaede was present too, to give Inuyasha a check up as he'd not had one after they'd cooped up in their hut for their two weeks of sex.



“Now if ye could just lift up... there..” Kaede talked to Inuaysha in calm tones as he exposed the gentle curve of his once flat belly. The old miko probed and prodded at his stomach gently, all the while soothing him.



Miroku sat beside Inuyasha, who lay down for the examination, Kagome and Sango by his side. Shippou wasn't interested and was playing outside with the other children from the village. Miroku squeezed his lover's hand gently as the hanyou winced.



“There, done...” Kaede finally informed. “Ye baby is fine. In a month or so ye will begin to feel its movements. Now ye just need rest and not strain yourself too much.” She gave the lovers a stern glance. They both looked in opposite directions, a slight tinge of a blush in their cheeks and wearing identical looks of having been at least somewhat chastised. Inuyasha drew his shirt down over his exposed belly and fiddled with the hem, Miroku's hand over his.



“Okay, my turn!” Kagome said excitedly as Kaede drew away from Inuyasha and sat down close by to him. The girl went to the other side of him, where Kaede had been and faced Miroku. She smiled soothingly to the pair.



As Kagome knelt by them, he stilled Inuyasha's fumbling hands and rolled the hem of the shirt up to expose his stomach to her prying eyes. Kagome studied the faint glow suffusing from his stomach which only she and Kaede could see closely. Her smile brightened wide. “It's completely clear, not tainted at all!” She tentatively patted Inuyasha's belly. “I think your baby will be fine!”



Both Inuyasha and Miroku sighed out in relief.



“And now, out and into the fresh air!” Kaede commanded and the girls dragged the boys outside to sit in the sunshine.



* * * *



And so they behaved. For a while.



Things got heated one day when they'd been sitting on the banks of the river with the girls. Inuyasha had whined for Miroku to massage first his back, which was killing him, or so he claimed, to rub his feet for him. Had the girls known what was bound to happen as tension left Inuyasha's body they would have fled the instant Inuyasha got that particular glint in his eye. Or the leer Miroku gave him in return.



Inuyasha's moans had quickly descended down from delighted and relaxed to indecent and needy as Miroku had been massaging him with his skilled hands.



Having the courtesy to not make the girls witness them getting down to it right there and then the pair had made their excuses and Miroku had led Inuyasha back to their hut to continue things.



The hanyou slammed his lover against the inside wall of the hut as they entered, looking at him with lust clouded eyes.



Inuyasha drew Miroku in for a long kiss. His tongue darted out, coaxing Miroku to open his lips and let him inside. The monk complied and let the other plunder his mouth. It was sweet but the hanyou needed more, already heavily aroused by mere kissing.



He pressed onto Miroku, feeling the other buck up as his erection brushed against the other's groin.



“Ahh, Inuyasha...”



“You feel how hot you make me? Feel how my body aches for yours? How I want you deep, hard, making me scream...?” Inuyasha purred into the monk's ear seductively, giving the lobe a soft nick with his teeth for emphasis.



Miroku ripped at both their clothing, having them naked and flush against each other, groins aligned, in record time.



Inuyasha was writhing against him, he needed release so badly. “Where's the jar?” he cried out frantically.



“Huh?” Miroku asked, hands kneading the flesh of the hanyo's ass, humping their erections together.



“The...ahhh... damned jar with... ohh, right there, there...Ahh!!..With the green...goo.. Miroku!.. in it!”



Inuyasha was writhing in Miroku's arms, eyes starting to glaze over, his head dropping back, exposing his pale throat which the monk proceeded to nibble at.



“I need you inside of me, Miro...ahh... we need..” Inuyasha ground his erection to Miroku's, hand slipping down to close around them to move up and down.



“I can't..Ah!.. When you...ahh.. doing...hnn...that!” Miroku bucked into Inuyasha's hand with a strangled moan as the hanyo flicked his wrist. He decided to for go his quest for the elusive green goo and joined Inuyasha's hand around their cocks with his own.



Inuyasha arched his back as Miroku's hand increased the pressure around him. His fingers tingled at the feel of cloth and beads around his flesh, the friction from them was always so unique with that edge of potential danger. And felt so damnably good.



Their joined hands continued their up and down motion, rubbing their throbbing cocks together. Inuyasha trembled, his on coming orgasm flexing his muscles taut, gripping him in the feeling of grasping for something barely out of reach.



Miroku was feeling the coiling heat pool inside of him. A shake, a tremor, ran through him as he was caught off guard with the intensity of his orgasm.



Inuyasha came into their conjoined hands not soon after.



Miroku managed to steer them both to slump on the futon and to snuggle Inuyasha close to him.



“'Twasn't so bad? Even if we didn't get t'goo...” he murmured sleepily into his lovers ear. Pressing a small kiss to the lobe and lacing his fingers together with Inuyasha's, which lay atop his abdomen.



Inuyasha burrowed closer to him, seeking out his body heat. ”I suppose not, though the goo ish good...” he yawned out.



Miroku kissed the top of his head gently and they fell to slumber.





* * * *



The weeks went by fast.



Miroku was fascinated with how Inuyasha's belly grew larger by the day, cradling their precious child within. He spent hours caressing Inuyasha's swollen midsection and talking to their child, pressing his cheek to the skin.



Inuyasha smiled at him.



The hanyou had never been so content in his life as he was now. Whole.



Having this baby seemed even to take off the discomfort of continuing to be human. He didn't care for anything else. Just his baby. His precious, beloved baby. His and Miroku's baby.



He loved the man so much.



A fact which did not stop him from making the poor man bend to his every whim.



“Miroku! My back is sore! I need a rub!” Inuyasha yelled out to Miroku even while the monk was right there beside him.



Snuggling to his side and whispering to their baby.



The monk sighed but got up anyway



Kagome and Sango were sitting on a blanket not far away, catching up as Kagome had spent a week in her own time and had just got back that morning. The girls were bound to leave for some Shard searching the next day. But for now, they just enjoyed the nice sunny weather.



The stream was a glittering flow of blue, catching the sunlight and mirroring the scant clouds above. The grass was green, the flowers blooming and birds singing in the trees. All was peaceful, the serenity and silence of the day only disturbed by the sounds coming from the fields. It was close to harvest.



Inuyasha purred as Miroku set his hands to work out the knots in his back. The accumulated weight to his front due to his belly made his muscles protest and cause discomfort. Which vanished as Miroku ran his hands over them, kneading and massaging.



The hanyou melted into happy, lax goo in his arms, finally falling asleep, relaxed and happy.



Miroku just sat there, holding him in his arms and smiled. “Which way are you planning on going?” he asked the girls, breaking into their conversation.



The feminine chatter ceased and Kagome and Sango turned to him. They smiled.



“I don't quite know yet,” Sango replied to him, flopping onto her stomach on the flowery patterned cloth they were lazing over, and crossing her hands and resting her chin over them. Kagome, sitting cross-legged beside her, shook her shoulders and continued to nibble at her apple.



“Well, you'll know when you leave...,” Miroku answered and Sango nodded.



Kagome cocked her head and looked intently at the man sleeping in the monk's arms..



“He looks so cute when he sleeps!” she sighed. Sango nodded by her side with a slight chuckle. Miroku just drew him more snugly against his chest. The hanyou's head lolled backwards to his shoulder. He pecked his cheek and let him sleep.



The next day the girls left riding on Kirara with Shippou in Kagome's lap. The lovers bid them farewell and wished them good luck on their search.



* * * *



The pair enjoyed their alone time immensely. Even though the girls had been understanding, and were the greatest family they could ever have hoped for, Miroku and Inuyasha still needed time that was just theirs. Time to reflect and immerse themselves in each other and in their future as parents.



And, seemingly, for Miroku to bend to every single of Inuyasha's whims.



Back-rubs, foot-rubs, sex, helping him to bathe, catering to his weird taste combinations, sex, keeping him from getting a temper tantrum or bursting to tears, Miroku did all of that and more. Just being the hanyou's personal slave, really.



That particular morning, a week since the girls had left, proved, to Miroku's dismay, to be no exception.



His lover had woken up with a knot in his back. Which he demanded Miroku fix. So they started with him massaging Inuyasha's whole back. Then they ate breakfast (Inuyasha had ramen with 'chocolate' crumpled over it, Miroku opted for a simple grain broth, the sight of Inuyasha's choice of meal making him feel slightly queasy.)



What followed that was what Miroku lovingly called Inuyasha's 'morning ritual'. The hanyou jumped him and they had sex against the wall. The monk was certain they wouldn't be able to do it for much longer. Inuyasha's belly was growing bigger day by day and Miroku could no longer hold his weight up as easily.



After the post sex cuddles and cleaning up they headed for the riverbank to just be, and for Miroku to hold Inuyasha in his arms.



The hanyou fell asleep in his embrace and Miroku let him sleep. He could see that the pregnancy was still taxing Inuyasha's body even with the Shard more than if he'd been a pregnant woman rather than a man.



Kaede came to them around mid-day and talked with the monk in a quiet tone, Inuyasha needed his rest.



“How is Inuyasha?” she asked the monk. Miroku glanced a curious glance at her and then realized what she was really asking. “Miroku...” the old miko held the monk's eyes with her own, “I know that you, more than anyone, will know how he truly fares. He never complaints.”



Miroku looked at her for a long while, his brow twitching. He finally sighed in quiet exasperation. “He's done nothing but complain, this last week. 'Rub my feet', 'Rub my back', 'My back aches', I'm hungry', 'I want ramen with chocolate', 'I'm tired', 'I want s---'”, here the monk's tirade stopped and he blushed, a hand covering his mouth.



Kaede looked at him and shook her head. Young ones....



“But no bigger complaints?” she asked then, taking in Inuyasha's sleeping form for any signs of ill health. He was simply glowing to her, slumbering peacefully in Miroku's embrace, a hand resting on the steadily forming swell of his stomach.



“No, nothing that I've gathered. He's been keeping up thanks to the Shard. I still can't believe how quickly it helped to regain his strength”, Miroku murmured in amazement, running his hand through Inuyasha's raven locks, making his beloved shift and mumble in his sleep.



“The Shikon no Tama can be a blessing when in the right hands, used by those pure of heart” Kaede admitted. “Still, it was a gamble but I am glad it succeeded.”



“I am too...” Miroku murmured, pressing a chaste kiss on the top of Inuyasha's head.



* * * *



The girls returned the following day with a Shard.



They hadn't gotten it without trouble, though. Sango had a long gash on her forearm, heavily bandaged and supported by a sling. She'd gotten it protecting Kagome. And if it hadn't been for Kouga, who had been helping them during the battle, she'd been dead. Neither of the girls hadn't believed his excuse that 'he'd just conveniently been 'in the area'. The whole incident had shifted something in their dynamic. The way they treated each other.



Kagome never wanted to feel the way she had when she'd thought, for the meerest flicker of time, that Sango would die.



And Kouga...



None of them could say what these new developments meant but for the first time in months the dull ache of loss that had lingered in Kagome's heart was gone. Fully and truly.



They hadn't talked much. Actions had been stronger than words. But none of them regretted what had happened.



And now, in the pre noon hours as they were nearing the village, the girls hand in hand, Kouga a little ways away, they were content in the silence stretching between them. They were none of them blue eyed enough to say or think that they would have the rest of their lives to figure out what it was that was between them, not in the world they lived in with Naraku's threat looming over them. Still, they were not going to rush things too much. And Kagome had said she'd need to talk to Inuyasha. And Sango to Miroku.



They still shared murmured endearments and embraces at the edge of the village, solidifying their bonds. Kouga parted ways with them there, heading to his pack, he had a pressing issue to lay to the council now.



Kagome and Sango walked to the village hand in hand as the day was turning from morning to noon.



* * * *



“Good morning, precious...” Miroku whispered and kissed his lover languidly.



Inuyasha made a content noise and cuddled against him. The hanyo almost purred. Miroku drew him close to himself, smiling happily. They had again slept late after a night of languid lovemaking. Inuyasha was almost overly sensitive and needy. But after they'd talked about it he tried to constraint himself and not pursue Miroku's ass and cock so insistently. Well at least he promised to try.



Suddenly, Inuyasha gasped and his hand gripped Miroku's forearm. He withdrew from his lover, his mouth partially open and eyes wide.



“What is it?! The baby?” Miroku asked, searching Inuyasha's face for answers. A dozen of possibilities ran through his head at that moment, none of them reassuring.



Inuyasha looked at Miroku, and inward turned expression on his face. Then he felt it again, the flutter, like ripples inside his belly. Faint and barely there. It was - - - He smiled beatifically. “It's.. I think it was the baby...” His hand went to his belly, over to where he'd felt the flutter. He felt awed. Their baby was moving. Their baby.



He felt so utterly happy.



“The baby?...” Miroku remembered Kaede's words of Inuyasha being able to feel it move after some time. So this was it, wasn't it. ”It's moving?” the monk's face split into a happy grin as he looked into Inuyasha's exited eyes.



“It is... Can't really feel it other than a flutter, like ripples on water, it's not ---” his eyes widened slightly mid-sentence and he grinned too, face matching Miroku's in excitement. “Wow, I just...”



They stayed that way, eyes locked, Miroku placing his hand on Inuyasha's distended belly too, and waited. But the baby had moved its share for the day.



There was a loud sniffle and Miroku found himself crying. Inuyasha hugged him close and soothed him. For he knew that Miroku cried both out of happiness and out of fear. Fear of having to leave their child one day. A child that had just now been made more and more real. Inuyasha held him and kissed his face, kissed his mouth as if breathing life into him. He willed to the heavens that he'd keep on holding Miroku, keep on holding him for all time. Vowed silently that he'd kill Naraku dead and then some, so Miroku wouldn't have to cry over it never again. So they could be happy.



Finally, with a last sniffle the monk's tears tried out and they just huddled in each other's embrace, languidly kissing.



They were broken apart by a knock on the wall by the door. Inuyasha cursed his human senses for not knowing someone was coming until they were right on their doorstep.



“Hello, Inuyasha, Miroku, were back!” Kagome's voice announced to them cheerfully. “Can we come in?”



“Umm...” Inuyasha looked at both his and Miroku's state of a definite lack of clothes. Miroku inched his own robes and Inuyasha's suikan closer and they dressed each other, Miroku helping Inuyasha to his pants. They were new, as his fire rat attire didn't fit him any more.



When they were decently dressed Miroku called out. “You can come in now!” He helped Inuyasha to sit comfortably and was fussing over him as the girls entered. He stopped short as he noticed the sling on Sango's arm.



Inuyasha did, too. “What happened?!” They asked in unison, with identical expressions of worry on their faces.



Kagome and Sango sat down on the floor a few feet away before answering. “A youkai slashed my arm when I was protecting Kagome” the taijiya replied. She gave the younger girl a warm smile. Kagome brushed her fingers over hers.



“It's fine, she saved my life” Kagome assured them with a smile, squeezing Sango's hand in hers.



Inuyasha looked at them and frowned. “Squirt playing outside?” he asked, an uncharacteristic edge of protectiveness creeping into his voice. The little fox was annoying but he still didn't want...



“He's outside with Kirara and the village children” she assured him. She giggled internally, it seemed that hormones were taking a firm hold on the unsuspecting pregnant hanyou. It was endearing.



Letting the issue of the injury slide and knowing the other's whereabouts, Miroku asked the question they wanted to know now that personal matters had been settled. “Did you get a Shard?”



Kagome nodded in affirmation. “Three, in fact.” A shadow crossed her face and Sango squeezed her hand comfortingly. “We're getting closer to Naraku... They were his minions. He'll be coming after us sooner rather than later.”



“It can't be helped” Inuyasha replied, his hand laying in a protective way over his belly. ”He needs to know we want him dead. And with us having Shards it'll be easier.” Miroku gave him a fleeting look. He clearly recognized that tone. It spoke of Inuyasha wanting to personally to rid the world of Naraku.



“You know you have to stay out of the fight, right?” the monk asked his lover. He laid a hand over Inuyasha's hand, the one laying on his belly.



Inuyasha's human eyes flashed with an edge of gold mixed with the blue. But he knew Miroku was right. If...if something were to happen to Miroku... he'd have to live for their child. And now, heavy with child and human he could not fight anyway. So he let the annoyed glint in his eyes die and leaned close to Miroku.



“I promise I'll live, life for both of us if I need to. I won't fight...” he murmured into the monks ear. He felt strong arms wrap around him and he was hugged. “I'll try to be alive for you...” Miroku breathed into his ear, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek and holding him tightly for a second. Then he let go and they faced the girls again, this time Miroku holding Inuyasha almost possessively against his side.



“Speaking of Shards, how is yours?” Kagome asked the hanyou.



“It's fine. Kaede said it's not tainted at all. And I feel great...” Inuyasha answered, snuggling to Miroku's side.



The male pair shared a look and grinned.



“The baby moved!” Inuyasha announced smiling widely.



The girls looked at him and then at Miroku, who was grinning happily, with wide eyes before breaking into huge smiles themselves.



“Aww, isn't it wonderful!” Kagome finally squealed and all but leapt next to them, kneeling and carefully hugging Inuyasha, then she actually hugged Miroku for good measure too before stepping back, beaming.



Sango smiled to them from behind Kagome. “Congratulations.” Now is not the time, they obviously want to be alone, just the two of them. He tries to hide it but he's been crying. We need to give them time to calm down. We can tell them later. “I'm truly happy for you” she wished them.



Inuyasha and Miroku fell into a deep kiss. It was cut short by Kagome. “Okay you love birds, we are going to Kaede's now, see you later!” She'd seen Sango's delicate nod and had understood. They'd not be telling the pair their news now. They were not in a rush anyway. It could wait a little until they had time.



The couple nodded in thanks and the pair of young women left them to their own devices.



When they were finally alone Miroku kissed Inuyasha deeply. “I love you so much...” he murmured as they came apart. He grouched next to Inuyasha's distended belly and patted it gently, then he opened his lovers kimono and kissed the belly. “And I love you too, precious.” And I truly hope to be around to spoil you rotten and see you grow up.



Inuyasha smiled to him sweetly and was sure he almost felt the light flutter again. “It's moving...”



Miroku's eyes lighted up. His hands roamed over Inuyasha's exposed stomach instantly. “Hmm, I don't feel it.”



Inuyasha gasped. “There... Did you feel it?” Miroku shook his head. It was too small a movement for him to feel but as Kaede had explained to him the day they spoke by the brook, he would soon be able to feel it too. He couldn't wait.



“No, but you can... Our baby...” Miroku was awed and so happy.



* * * *



When they finally went to bed that night, Miroku snuggled close to Inuyasha, spooning him, one hand on his stomach, dreaming of a happy future. He could always dream however grim the reality and their future might be.



That night, Inuyasha woke him up rather rudely.



“Horny... Need you...”



Miroku sighed, his sleep disturbed, but complied anyway, ever the pervert at heart. He cupped Inuyasha's face in his hands and kissed him deeply. But Inuyasha shoved him away, panting, his whole body shivering. He practically gloved in the moonlight. Miroku had only moments to appreciate the beauty in front of him. His perfect beauty from the dusky nipples down to the cock nestled in black curls shadowed by Inuyasha's bump.



Inuyasha seemed both irritated and really horny. Probably irritated because he was horny, Miroku concluded.



“Need...a... fuck. Now. Turn over!”



Miroku did so, wriggling his ass in the air, giving his lover a show. He heard Inuyasha rummage around. Soon the hanyo embraced him from behind. “On your knees, otherwise I won't manage...” He purred sultrily in the monk's ear.



Getting quickly down on his hands and knees Miroku didn't need to wait long. He shivered as the cool oil dribbled between his ass cheeks. As Inuyasha came closer to him his hard cock bumped against Miroku's leg and the hanyo actually stopped and rubbed it there for a fraction of a second.



“Darling... you had fucking in mind?”



“Oh, so I'm not the greedy horny pervert bastard any more as you said the other day?” Inuyasha purred and slapped a hand over Miroku's buttocks. He started to stretch Miroku quickly, careful to have enough rubbing against the monks prostate to keep the pain mellow.



And then he entered Miroku's warmth. Miroku hummed at the fullness, pushing back so that the hanyou was buried inside of him to the hilt.



“Hard and fast, okay?...” Inuyasha warned before he began his swift and wild thrusts. The monk braced himself as best as he could. He moaned wantonly his lover filled him over and over.



Inuyasha didn't last long.



“Don't slump over me...” Miroku panted as Inuyasha plastered himself all over his back briefly. “Not good for the baby.”



“Yeah, right...” Inuyasha murmured sleepily and sated. He eased himself out and dropped down to the bed and fell to slumber, being in deep sleep in a matter of seconds.



Miroku looked first at him and then at his own hard erection. “Perfect! You get off but me? Nooo!” he sighed and began running his hand up and down his shaft, bringing forth the images of Inuyasha in the moonlight from moment's before.



You're gonna pay for this. He grumbled internally as he brought himself to completion.