Consequences

Title: Divine Retribution
Author: Saraste
Series: Consequences 8/20(?)
Pairing: Inumir
Genre: Mpreg, Smut
Rating: R for the smexings
Warnings: mpreg, fluff, angsty undertones,
Words: 5282
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and her affiliates, I don't make any monetary profit out of writing this work of fanfiction.
A/N: I can't believe how long it took me to get this one out. *sigh* And yet it's not quite what I expected, or went for. But it's got lots of smut, so that may excuse it's lack of plot, yes? I'm letting this come out as it is now, otherwise I'll just spend another 5 months or something fiddling with little things!

EDIT 9/18/2009, thank you hine for pointing out I'd accidentally made Inuyasha hanyou again!

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The days following Kagome and Sango's return seemed to pass as if in a blur.

So much had happened, new developments which had left all of them reeling in the aftermath. None of them could give a clear picture about those days later in their life, however much they tried. But it did not matter for the feelings were there, developing, blossoming deep in their hearts, affections shifting and love being reaffirmed, strengthened. Their small family in all but blood was added to, old grudges forgotten in the face of affection. Their memories full of the utter joy and wonder of exploration, change for the better in those days before the storm. They remembered sunny days filled with idle chatter, long seemingly endless afternoons, the summer seemed to never end. And it was the memory of those days of happiness which helped them during their later hardships.

The girls, of course, fussed over Inuyasha and Miroku. Both were infinitely glad that the hanyou was in human form, unable to smell the scent of Kouga all over them the moment they'd come back. And yet they thought that Miroku gave them funny looks on occasion, when he thought they did not see. So they fussed to mask the nervousness of their new relationship and hide the discomfort of being away from Kouga. It made both of them skittish, but they also knew that Kouga had his responsibilities, how much he might seemingly shirk them at times.

All others of their party had not been so easily fooled as the lovers, however. Shippou had smelt it right away, the morning after the fact. Kagome had been infinitely glad they'd left him at a village before going into battle, he would have been hurt, she knew and would have seen the result near death had brought out in them. Had not seen what a child his age should not, the whispers, panting, shedding of cloth and fur. Shedding of inhibition until they were as naked in as they were out, just their emotions making them act the way they had. But the fact was that when Kagome and Sango had gone back to collect Shippout, he'd jumped into her lap and looked at her. Looked at her for a long time, while she exchanged a brief glance with Sango. But before he could say anything, Kagome shamelessly bribed him with sweets, promising more if he'd just stay quiet. The wily fox kit had grinned and agreed.

Kagome had felt guilty about that, as there was no dentists at the Sengoku Jidai, but surely Shippou's yokai teeth wouldn't get cavities as easily?

They were sure that Kirara, who knew everything, of course, was laughing at their blushing and stammering in a very feline way. Sango and Kagome both ignored her, albeit the neko's mistress did give the feline youkai a stern look, which had little effect to contain Kirara's not so subtle mirth. It was small wonder, and only due to Miroku fussing over Inuyasha and the hanyou concentrated on his pregnancy, that the men did not notice Kirara's behaviour.

Both girls agreed in softly whispered conversations and stolen kisses under moonlight that things would need to be unveiled. Neither of them would hide, did not want to. They owed that much to the boys, for the pair had been honest from quite early on. But they did also want to wait a bit, something seemed to have happened between Inuaysha and Miroku in their absence, they wanted to give them time to settle things before dropping their own news onto their unsuspecting backs.

So Kagome went briefly back into her time, all happy smiles and explanations of wanting to see her family after so long again. She came back a bit preoccupied and thoughtful. Sango hugged her and they exchanged some secretive whispers as she'd come up from the well. Furthering the monk's suspicions, which he, however, did not voice to his beloved Inuyasha upon walking back to him to inform that the girls were back.

The hanyou was, as often these days, sitting by the creek near the village, just on the edges of the forest where he had been captive for so many long years. Inuyasha was sitting in the shade with Shippou curled asleep against his leg, his own eyes nearly drooping shut by the soft lull of the passing stream. He turned his head as the familiar jingle of Miroku's staff foretold of the monk's approach. And the smile he gave his lover, his hand laying over his ever-growing belly, was almost blinding.

Miroku sat by his side, on the opposite side of where the fox kit napped soundly, a bag of sweets clutched in his arms. The monk gave Inuyasha's cheek a light peck and lay his hand over his hand and leaned against the bark of the tree, mimicking his lovers position.

“Something happen, you seem so happy?” he asked, fingers entwining with the hanyou's. The squeeze he got in return was warm, Inuyasha's voice as he answered, reverent.

“The baby moved again...” was the hushed reply, uttered with an awestruck voice. “It's amazing. I never would have thought... Our baby...” Inuaysha smiled, his hand laying over the curve of his belly, his red fire-rat robe barely covering it, the cloth straining with the addition to his girth.

Miroku looked at him, happy and carefree, at least seemingly so, and wondered whether he should say something about the girls. It was obvious they were hiding something. And even more obvious that the kit knew, with the amount of sweets Kagome gave him. The girls were blushing too much, they had gotten closer, that much was clear but how close was the question. And why did they hide?
The reason was right in front of his nose, at least it felt like it and yet he could not figure it out. With a shake of his head, Miroku decided that it must come out sooner or later and the warm hand under his reminded him he had worries of his own now. Yet his idle mind could not let it go.

The monk pondered this as he lazed beside his lover, his eyes seeming to take in the nice late summer setting, the vibrant greens of the grass under them, and the leaves above, the blue of the clear sky and the ever streaming water. The warmth of the sun around them. But to all this he remained oblivious, the soft breaths of his lover being more loud than the pearly laughter of the stream, the hanyou's face infinitely more captivating than anything, eyes finally closed in sleep, an undoubtedly much needed afternoon nap.

Just enjoying the feel of the warm hand under his and the other's closeness, Miroku thought about the girls again. Should he voice his concerns, after all? His thoughts were lost to sleep as he fell to slumber by his lover, the warmth of the afternoon making him drowsy, too.

But in the end, Miroku did not need to. The girls came out with the truth rather willingly if not without stammering and blushes as they'd all sat down on by the creek that same afternoon after a hearty lunch in a spot favoured by them all. Averted eyes and squeezing of each others hand for comfort. They had each other, and him, it was just about making the boys understand now, too.

The boys were little short of shocked.

“So?” Inuyasha started, his eyebrows drawing together. He was still trying to get his brain to work after what the girls had just told them. “You and Sango and...” He looked at the girls both in turn and they nodded. Then Inuyasha turned his head to the side, looking slightly disgusted “...Kouga?”.

Miroku held his hand, squeezing at it comfortingly. He was almost nearly as shocked as his hanyou lover. The girls and the ookami? That was something to think about. It was indeed a very surprising turn of events. And yet not. But they seemed happy. Even the aura of silent sadness that always seemed to have hung around Sango had abated slightly. She seemed happier than what he'd seen her for a long time, maybe even happier than he'd ever seen her. And Kagome? The way she looked at Sango. It was in no comparison with how she used to look at Inuyasha. It was love, and not sisterly thought to be romantic, this time.

And it was good.

Still, it was a great surprise that Sango, a taijiya by trade, someone who exterminated demons, would find such deep feelings for one. But, looking at her interaction with Kirara, the fire neko even now perched on her shoulder, Miroku shouldn't have been surprised. And one only had to look at Inuyasha or Shippou by his side to remember that not all Sango's friends were human. To her, the inside mattered.

Sango stood there, before them, with a happy smile on her face. She kept looking at Kagome by her side with a new happiness in her eyes. Her fingers curled around the young girl's in a tight grip. It was no surprise to either Inuaysha or Miroku that the thought of them, the girls being together had not been as shocking as their three-way romance with the wolf youkai.

Kagome,however, did seem a bit embarrassed under her 'brother's' scrutiny. She blushed a lot as they talked, hiding behind her hand. Giggling every now and then.

“Yes,” she confirmed, nodding to the boys. “Please don't be angry!” Her hand gripped Sango's tightly for reassurance.

Kagome looked at Inuyasha. She needed him to not be angry about this. Needed it so badly. He had found his happiness, she had hers. She needed for him to be happy for her as she'd been for him, after her initial shock. Needed him to see Kouga would be good to her and Sango, as Miroku was to Inuyasha.

Acceptance like the one she'd given him. A big brothers consent and blessing. Reconciliation.

Inuyasha looked away for a while. He leaned onto Miroku and thought, his hand laying idly over his growing belly. Whatever grudges he had with Kouga they might need to go now. There wasn't much point in them any more, really. He was with Miroku now so it wasn't like the ookami was threatening any romantic relationship of his. Nor had he ever. He needed to let it go. And, looking at Kagome and the happiness that lit up her face, he realized that she was growing up.

“Are you happy?” he asked Kagome, taking hold of her hand. His blue eyes searched hers, his heart wanting to know that this was not something that had been forced upon her, because that, that he would not abide with. He'd make Miroku kick the wolf's ass if that were to be the care.

Her warm brown eyes smiled and she squeezed the big hand her around her own warmly. “I am,” she smiled radiantly.

Sango hugged her and the girl simply lit up with happiness. It was still a bit tentative, this new open intimacy of theirs, but it was starting to come habit. The taijiya lay her head on Kagome's shoulder to mirror Inuaysha's earlier actions with Miroku. She smiled.

“We're happy,” she said.

And it was all well.

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The girls retreated to spend some time amongst themselves as Inuyasha rested for the afternoon. The boys remained by the brook, Inuyasha liked it there. The soft soothing sound of the streaming water and the comforting presence of Miroku by his side made him feel at ease as he cuddled to the monk's side.

But things were still a bit strained between the two of them.

“You left me hanging the other night,” Miroku finally said, breaking the silence between them, his hand tracing idle patterns on Inuyasha's back. The stream continued it's soothing hum and Inuyasha's fire-rat robes shifted, the cloth rustling around his growing length. They didn't really fit him any more but he was still too stubborn to give them up yet. They were safety, a comfort and a family connection now that his bastard brother had made his opinion clear.

The hanyou coughed embarrassedly at the monk's words. He turned his head, looking at Miroku, his cheeks blushing a bit. “I don't remember that...” he denied. And yet, in his head the images jumbled together, coming one after another intensified with auditory memories. Filling Miroku, coming, but not noticing if his lover did...

“Ohhh, I think you do,” Miroku said, turning his face to look at his lover. He looked into his blue human eyes with a bit of a challenge. “I think you do. And I want payback...” His voice promised wicked, deprived things to his lover. Curling around his body, permeating under his clothes like a caress, making Inuyasha's breath hitch as his pupils dilated, focused on him.

Miroku drew his pregnant lover against himself in a possessive kiss. He sank his fingers into Inuyasha's long, black human locks, dominating him in their kiss, overpowering him and waking the lust within which he knew was there. And as Inuyasha's hands grabbed at the back of his robes and his mouth opened and tongue battled with his Miroku knew that he was being rewarded for his efforts.

With practised ease he overwhelmed his lovers senses, peeling his hands away and tying them behind his back. Keeping him on the edge with relentless kissing, tongues swirling together, he was able to have his actions going unnoticed until it was too late. And when their lips slid apart Inuyasha's eyes shot open to stare at him through a haze of lust.

“Bastard!” his hanyou lover protested, thrashing. His appearance belied his words, however, cheeks flushed with arousal, the harsh curves of his syllables tinted with need. The heave of his chest, the shivering of his body telling the words a lie.

Miroku smirked and then smiled softly, his eyes glinting. “Now now, such words for the father of your child, I am shocked, truly, Inuyasha...” He caressed the others cheek and kissed him. His hand sliding down Inuyasha's neck, over his chest and down as their mouths parted, breath ghosting over kiss swollen lips. “I promise I'll make you feel good, real good...”

The beads over his curse cascaded along Inuyasha's neck and the hanyou's breath hitched. His sudden bouts of arousal and need had been degreasing of late, no doubt over the worry about the girls, he'd known they weren't telling them something the moment they'd come back. There had been a distinct feeling around them. But now, feeling Miroku's hands upon his skin every single nerve in his body seemed to zing and buzz back into life. Lust rose in him once again and made him wild. His body screaming for the monk's touch.

All thoughts forgotten, the monk and his wicked hands his world. The world around them shutting off, just their panting and his harsh breath and the blood pounding in his ears all that either could hear.

Needing Miroku to touch him more, Inuyasha craned his neck but the hand slid away to loosen the ties of his haori instead. It slid off his shoulders, hunching on his elbows where his hands were bound. The light summer breeze caressed his skin, waylaying the scorching hotness of his lover's attention. Miroku's touch, his lips upon him were like fire. Sending jolts of pleasure running through him all the way down the tips of his fingers, centring in a dull throb in his loins. Making his skin tingle in all the wrong ways, making him unbearably hot and ache for more.

Inuyasha groaned as Miroku kissed his way lazily over his collarbones and pectorals. Lavishing attention to the smallest area of skin possible at a time.

This was payback, but such sweet payback that Inuyasha didn't really care. He keened as Miroku focused his attention on his nipples, sucking at each of them and toying with them with gentle nicks of his teeth. Inuyasha lay his back against the tree behind him and simply lay there, helpless under the assault of Miroku's touch. His breath became ragged panting as the monk explored lower, caressing him with the briefest of touches, cradling his growing midsection with his arms, a kiss pressed here and there for their child.

Inuyasha gasped as Miroku came down lower over his still half-clothed body to open the rest of his clothes and take hold of him gently. He pulsed in the beaded hand which held him. The curse ran across his throbbing flesh with swift, soft strokes. Teasing, titillating, but not enough for release.

“Miroku... Please...” he gasped as the monk flicked his wrist and toyed with the tip of his aching need, caressing it just barely, tormenting with his gentle and brief touches.

“Be still...” Miroku whispered, arousal tinting his voice. He knelt and took him into his mouth and suckled.

Inuyasha bucked. And cried out in pleasure as his arousal was engulfed inside his lovers wet hot mouth. Miroku's tongue ran along his length in one wicked and long swipe, making the pregnant hanyou arch his back.

And then Miroku drew off to a disappointed whimper. He pressed a fleeting kiss to Inuyasha's weeping slit and tasted the salty bitter pre-cum there. Intoxicating. He stood back and opened his own robes, letting them pool at the ground at his feet, he wasn't that particular today. Drawing a deep breath to center him, he let gaze be bombarded with the exquisite sight of his lover at his feet.

Miroku simply stood there, hands on his hips and erection jutting in front of him, trying to determine if Inuyasha's condition would still allow him to do with him as he wanted. He looked at the graceful swell of his lovers stomach, just visible and barely shadowing the arousal at his lover's groin. There was still room for him to act.

And how Inuyasha did look!

Hair tousled and clinging to his sweaty skin, breath coming in ragged pants as his thighs quivered with anticipation and unreleased passion. Almost at the brink but still so far. The monk smiled. He looked at the pout on the kiss swollen lips and smiled even wider.

Miroku stepped closer to Inuaysha, his arousal right in front of Inuyasha's face, hot and hard. He patted his lover's ebony haired head and whispered huskily.

“Will you kiss me, Inuyasha?”

And the hanyou swallowed him right in. Engulfed in a wet heat, Miroku took hold of his lovers head and gently rocked against him, moaning. Inuyasha's mouth felt amazing around his cock. Soft and sweet, his tongue wicked in the way he ran it along the length in his mouth. Making his legs weak, his arousal climb quick. He wrenched Inuyasha away before he could spill himself, he didn't want to come yet. Miroku's breath shook as he held himself back and went to his robes for the small vial which he, pervert and anticipating Inuyasha's horniness, carried with him at all times.

Miroku breached himself with two fingers at once, still burning a bit despite the lubrication, his body clenching. He heard Inuyasha gasp as he knelt in front of him, fingers embedded deep inside, his legs were in no condition for standing up anymore. The monk groaned, quickly stretching himself with scissoring movements and finally adding a third. He moaned at the burn and the fullness. And yet he knew it wasn't enough. Not with what he had in store for him and his lover.

His Inuaysha.

Inuaysha watched at the wanton display of Miroku preparing himself in front of him and cursed being tied up the way he was. He struggled, moaned at the sight of Miroku showing his fingers up his ass. His own arousal throbbed insistently between his legs, neglected. Body thrummed, strung like a bow, ready and waiting to be launched, he needed.

“Miroku...” Inuyasha didn't care if he whined, pleaded with the monk. Surely he would not leave him hanging like this? To make himself come by his fingers alone while his lover suffered.

“Ahhh, Inuyasha...” Miroku moaned, his eyes scrunching shut. It was almost too much. He was on the edge, having to grip the base of his cock to keep from spilling right then and there. The sight of his lover coveting him to tumble over the edge, spill before his finish, his goal, had been met.

Miroku was ready. He nearly leapt at Inuyasha's body, straddling his thighs and slicking his eager member. Then he shimmied up his lovers body until that slicked hardness poked bluntly at the cleft of his ass. His breathing was coming in ragged pants. So close...

“Please, Miroku...” Inuaysha whined, writhing under him, filled with unquenched need. “Please...”

Miroku leaned close and kissed him feverishly, his need as desperate as his lovers. His hands gripped Inuyasha's shoulders tightly as he pressed himself down on him, stretched open with a delicious burn. He gasped into Inuyasha's mouth, kissing him fiercely as he was fully seated upon him. Open and filled. His flat abs pressing against the graceful swell of Inuyasha's abdomen, just barely enough room to manoeuvre in this way. But with a slight backwards tilt of his body, he managed.

Miroku wriggled his hips once fully pierced by his lovers cock and threw his head back as he found the angle he sought for. His body zinged with the flash of exquisite pleasure as Inuyasha's member throbbed inside of him. It wouldn't be long.

He rode Inuyasha, driving himself wild on his cock. Burying it deep within his own body, welcoming it where it belonged, up his ass. And this time, he did come first, coating Inuyasha's stomach with his seed as he cried out hoarsely, not able to hold out for long. He clung to him in the hazy afterglow of his orgasm, shuddering as Inuaysha still moved inside of him, crying out softly as his over-sensitive insides were being breached. His lover thrust one final time and filled him with his come with a low moan spilling from his worn lips.

Inuyasha leaned on the tree as Miroku slumped against him, sated. They kissed languorously, revelling in the contact of their lips. The continuing joining of their bodies making them shiver, senses still overpowered by their lingering passion.

The monk moved back a bit to not squash Inuyasha's baby heavy stomach. He remained pierced with the hanyou's soft cock, not wanting to relinquish his position quite yet. Sitting over Inuyasha's thighs, he leaned closer. Biting his lip at the squishy feel of his lover still inside him, his eyes shining with love as his body pressed against Inuyasha's small bump.

“You know I love you”, he kissed his lover, “but when you leave me unsatisfied I can't do nothing but to punish you. I will fuck you so much you can't stand, or walk for a week... Scream so loud the whole village knows...” he purred into the hanyou's ears. They twitched in anticipation.

“So this is punishment?” Inuyasha asked lazily, thrusting his hips up a bit. His arousal was beginning to wake again. His body stirring to the promise in his lovers words.

“Uh-huh..” Miroku nodded with a grin. He leaned in and gave Inuyasha's nose a quick peck, almost innocent save for the position of their bodies.

“Must leave you hanging more often then, don't I?” Inuyasha said cheekily.

Miroku replied by licking at the shell of his ear, earning a gasp. He sucked at it, having Inuyasha in his grasp wanting and needy in next to no time. It was always the ears, even now. While he nibbled at the other, he caressed the second, rubbing it sensually between his fingers. Gasping as Inuyasha swelled inside of him.

“Untie me...” Inuaysha begged. “Untie me, please...” His blue eyes were pleading with Miroku. The monk had now gone to licking his collarbone. He looked up at his lover while his hand caressed Inuyasha's chest.

“Need to touch you too... Please?” Inuyasha asked.

“No no, punishment, remember?” Miroku answered. He wriggled his ass upon the hanyou's cock, closing his eyes at the feeling of being half-full, Inuyasha's come still inside of him, easing the way. It was arousing to have him still sheathed within, never having left his body. The prolonged connection heightening both their senses. Gasps and shuddering breaths telling on their condition.

“No touching Inuyasha... Not this time...” Miroku murmured sensuously. He kissed Inuyasha on the lips again. His lover kissed him back hungrily, cock hardening the longer their mouths stayed clued to the other's. Tongues swirling, gasps slipping past their moving lips. The monk's fingers laced up into his lovers raven hair, keeping him in place. Abandoning the kiss-swollen lips he went down along his lover neck to pepper soft light kisses there. Suck at the tanned skin and leave marks.

Miroku gasped as Inuyasha's cock nudged again at his sweet spot. He flexed his legs but gave up as his muscles died. His forehead rested against Inuyasha's in defeat.

“Dammit... Can't move any more...” he complained.

“Weren't you gonna fuck me so I can't walk no more?” Inuyasha mocked, moaning as Miroku's passage gripped him tightly. The monk looked straight into his eyes, holding him in place with his intense gaze. His legs going for another try but giving up as a muscle cramped on his left thigh, making him hiss. Miroku's brow wrinkled in an annoyed frown.

“Don't think you'll get away, it's just..-ah- .. a kink!” he huffed, willing his legs to work for him. He finally slumped against Inuyasha in defeat and cried out as his lover pushed him down and brushed against his prostate again.

“Oh Buddha! Inuyasha!” the monk cried out. Inuyasha's weight was heavy over him. His cock buried so deep inside his ass because of the change of angle. Miroku wasn't sure how long he'd be able to bear it. His legs had spread to accommodate Inuyasha and were in a slightly painful position but he didn't care. Inuyasha throbbed inside him. “Kami...”

“Do call me that...” Inuyasha purred, his hips moving, drawing out a bit. “Dammit...” He shook his bound hands, still behind his back. Miroku moaned under him, his passage quivering and caressing along his length. “Miroku...” the hanyou keened, panting.

He had no way to keep himself up with his hands bound. No way to fuck that delicious ass his devious lover possessed on his person like he wanted to. To oblivion and back. Make him not be able to walk for weeks. Fill him again, fill him to the brink with his come. Inuaysha shook his hands again in frustration.

“Untie me, dammit Miroku... Can't fuck like this...” He whined, his body shaking with frustration.

Miroku looked up at him, all of his lovers long dark hair floating down, caressing a smooth chest which curved out gracefully into his abdomen. And such frustrated need in those blue eyes of his, now darkened with desire and lust. He could feel the fill of his ass, the insistent throbbing of his lover's arousal as he remained still. He groaned as Inuyasha shifted. Looking up with a challenge in his purple eyes he grinned, shaking and shimmying his hips just so. Seemed the kink in his thighs was loosing up, but he had no desire to share it with Inuyasha.

“Try...” his words passed his lips, laced with desire, his wicked smile ever wider. Debauched. Hands came up to Inuyasha's shoulders, gripping tight, keeping his weight up as his ass moved just enough to make it easier to thrust. “I'll support you. Please?...” His voice so full of need, words speaking of more than just their current proclivities. This was as much for their sex as for their relationship. Miroku promised to always support him.

Inuaysha swallowed, body shivering with the strength of Miroku's proposition, it's double entendre. And he needed, wanted to succumb, let himself be held by those strong hands. Let Miroku be the submissive, despite the positioning of their bodies. Simply just feel. And the fact that Miroku would hold him up, lend his strength, made the hanyou turned human ache to continue. Finish their interrupted romp by pushing them over the edge.

Intensely blue eyes locked with clouded purple, acceptance, invitation, trust in that shared look. The ragged song of their pants a siren's call they could no longer leave unheeded.

He thrust, unable to do more.

Filling Miroku with his fullness, slick with his own previous release he moved, bracing against the monk's arms as his hips thrust in and out of the waiting heat under him.

“Ahh... you look so beautiful....” Miroku nearly sobbed underneath him, eyes filled with the raw beauty of his human Inuyasha. He felt so good, Inuaysha filling him with slow shallow strokes, only barely grazing his sweet spot with the occasional thrust. But the image, the sight above him was what made him pant hard, loose his breath and beg for a release, for the joy was too much. His body was aching, screaming for it and yet he wanted it to be ways away. To push the ecstasy of coming into someplace far away, to simply have this, the connection of their bodies, the sweet singing of their moans be all. Their world this decadent dance of the erotic. Limb to limb, body to body.

His body felt heavy, as it was with the weight of their child, and unbearably hot. Miroku's snug heat gripped him so tight, so good it made him sob. Sob for the unbearable throbbing at the apex of his now trembling thighs. He was fit to burst, release again inside his lover's passage, to come inside and ride the wave of passion, letting it crash over him and take him beyond. Flood his lovers ass with his seed, an action which had caused him to conceive but would not do it for the monk. But still it was a sign of his release, the way the man, his love affected him. His human lover, his darling monk. The father of their child. He felt Miroku tense around him, grip him hard and heard him cry out, cry out a mix of pain laced pleasure.

Miroku caught Inuyasha before he fell over him and simply held him, rolling them to their sides. Held him close to him, his own heaving with his accelerated breath. His face buried in long midnight hair he breathed in his lover's scent.

“And here I thought you were making me pay...” Inuaysha said in a breathless whisper, cuddling to Miroku's side, sated just enough to let the crick in his back slide. For a bit at least. Just now all he wanted was to be held within the monk's arms, feeling safe and sated. Just this little moment of safety. The calm had lasted for too long already, the storm was brewing and they deserved every respite.

“Ah well, your body is too appetizing to let me indulge in any carnal revenge properly, you know.” Miroku's hands had a mind of their own and were already making their way down Inuyasha's backside, a leer ghosting on his lips.

“Pervert!”