It Is Good To Be Kagome

A/N: As I said in last chapter, I am willing to expand this collection to include FY and YYH. Well, majority rules, so let us rejoice in more hotties such as Tasuki, Hotohori, Hiei, Kurama, Youko, Kuronue, and many more. As for fruit baskets, I have never seen the anime or read any of the stories, nor have I seen Ranma 1/2, so I will have to stick with what I know. I see that you guys have several requests, so I will try my best to get to them. But for now, lets take a look at my calender. Which hottie shall it be? Hmmmm, ok, since there are so many to choose from, you tell me, who should I do? Er, Who should I write about, that sounds much better. LOL. I would not want you guys to think I am easy. LOL As for the Jaken pairing, all I have to say is, YUCK!! Though, I have seen a Jaken/Rin pairing before and it scared the crap out of me. EWWWW!!! I can't remember the author, but that guy was weird. Anyways, I love the reviews, so in your reviews for this story, tell me who the lucky guy is and majority will rule on that one. If I have a tie, I will have a vote, and will replace the vote chapter with the oneshot winner. So, until tomorrow night, I will be back and tell you my decision. Thanks!!!
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TITLE: JNever Bet With A Holy Man

PAIRING: Miroku/Kagome

SUMMARY: Miroku and Kagome witness the loves of their lives in a compromising position. They decide to comfort each other, and Kagome learns that Miroku is just what she needs to get over her heartache.
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Miroku sighed and patted Kagome’s back while she cried. They had just witness their two friends and loves of their lives screwing the hell out of each other. Kagome had wanted to go over and sit Inu Yasha into hell, but Miroku held her back. It hurt him deeply that Sango had not been honest about her feelings with him, and as they watched, Inu Yasha marked the slayer as his life mate. That had been the straw that broke the miko’s back. Kagome had gotten up from their hiding place and run back to the camp, sobbing into her hands. Miroku had cast one last look at the pair and then followed the heartbroken woman.

When he found Kagome, she was crying into Kilala’s fur and he sat down beside her. He patted her back and tried to sooth her, however, he felt a strange anger bubbling up inside of him. Sure, he and Sango had not declared that they were in any sort of relationship, but Inu Yasha, by his actions, had made everyone aware that he believed that Kagome was his and even chased off another suitor for Kagome’s affections. Now, the hanyou had taken another woman even when he knew that Kagome loved him with all of her heart. Finally, her sobs quieted and she looked at him, her tear-stained face telling him exactly how hurt she was over this entire matter.

“Why would they do this, Miroku? What did we do wrong?” She asked, her lips quivering.

Miroku sighed and wrapped his arm around the miko’s shoulders. For once, he didn’t feel like groping her. “I don’t know, Kagome. Perhaps they fell in love and could deny it no longer.” He replied, his voice betraying his cool exterior.

They sat together and stared up at the night sky. Finally, Miroku got up and held out his hand to Kagome. When she took it, he led her over to her sleeping bag and took Shippo into his arms. He waited for the distraught miko to settle before handing the sleeping kitsune to her.

“Go to sleep, Kagome. We will deal with this in the morning.” Miroku said gently, covering her form and then sitting down next to her. He watched as her eyelids grew heavy and finally, she was swept away from the heartache, at least for the night.

When Inu Yasha and Sango finally came back to camp, they looked at Miroku and gave him a smile, however, he narrowed his eyes at them, then directed his gaze onto Kagome. Sango and Inu Yasha looked at each other and then back at their friends. Sango’s face blushed and she cleared her throat.

“Miroku, will you take a walk with me?” She asked, looking down at the ground. When she looked up, she found the monk’s eyes still glued on Kagome.

“No, Sango. I don’t believe that your mate would appreciate you being alone with another man.” Miroku said, quietly.

Inu Yasha rubbed the back of his neck. “I take it that Kagome also knows.” He said.

Miroku nodded. “Yes, she does. She knows that the person she devoted the last few years to has gone behind her back and betrayed her with a woman she considered to be her best friend. As you can see, she is peachy.” He said, sarcastically.

Sango hung her head. “We were going to tell the both of you, but we just could not find the words. It just happened one night and has been happening ever since. We didn’t want to hurt you or Kagome, but we will not be hiding anymore.” She said, raising her head and looking over at her hanyou.

Miroku sighed. “Well, that is your decision, but don’t think that either of us will be forgetting about your dishonesty with us. We will not be as trusting with you as we once were.” He said, folding his arms and closing his eyes. He did not want to speak to them anymore. They were absolutely clueless as to how others felt.

Sango felt the tears prickle behind her eyes. She called for Kilala, but was stunned when the neko turned and walked over to Kagome and lay down beside her. Sango felt her tears starting to stream down her face and then felt Inu Yasha’s arm wrap around her waist before jumping into a tree and sitting down on a limb.

“Let’s give them time to calm down. It is time to go to sleep, Sango.” He whispered. When Sango nodded and settled against him, he looked down at the small miko and felt his heart break. He had only wanted Sango for a fuck and it just got out of hand. Well, he could still protect Kagome’s interests and he would make sure that she would not be harmed. It was the least he could do for her.

Morning came, and Kagome found herself in Miroku’s lap. She blinked a couple of times and then felt his hand on her back.

“Relax, Kagome. You had a bad dream last night and instead of interrupting Shippo and Kilala, I put you in my lap to calm you down. I promise, my hands were well behaved.” He said, smiling at her.

Kagome giggled and then looked up. She frowned and felt tears form in her eyes. Miroku followed her gaze and then tucked her head under her chin. “You will always have me, Kagome. And I will always have you. If we are together, then we can heal and move on.” He said, rubbing circles on her back. When he felt her nod, he pulled back and wiped the tears that were making their way down her cheeks.

Kagome got off of his lap and began preparations for breakfast. She put water on to boil and smiled when she noticed that Miroku’s eyes were still on her. He smiled back at her and Kagome found herself noticing that he had really pretty eyes. If only he was not such a lecher.

After breakfast, Sango went to get onto Kilala, but stumbled back when the neko growled at her. Apparently, Kilala was not very happy with her dishonesty either. Inu Yasha called to her and hunched down. With a sigh, Sango climbed on her hanyou’s back and looked over at Kilala. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Miroku lift Kagome onto the neko’s back. He handed Shippo to her and then got on behind Kagome. Soon, they were in the air with Inu Yasha and Sango following them.

Inu Yasha had managed to keep the growl inside of him from spilling out. He had seen the tender way Miroku had lifted Kagome up, and it made the hanyou want to go over and tell him to keep his hands off of her, but he knew that it would be wrong. He had a mate now and there was no way he was going to upset her, not after he saw the damage she did with Miroku.

Miroku closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Kagome smelled wonderful and he was having a hard time keeping his hand still. He finally lost the fight and brought his hand to her backside. He heard Kagome gasp, but he felt as though he were having an out of body experience. His fingers inched from her backside and over her thigh. They found their way under her skirt and soon was stroking the silk of her panties. He could feel Kagome’s breathing grow uneasy, and was shocked when she leaned back against him. Shippo was asleep in her arms and oblivious to his actions. Miroku looked down into Kagome’s face when she turned to look at him. He wanted to lean over and kiss her senseless, but instead, allowed his fingers to continue their journey to the promised land. He made his way inside of her panties and began to caress her.

Kagome closed her eyes as Miroku’s fingers stroked her core. She had never felt such a wonderful sensation and hoped that he would not stop. She jumped when she felt his fingers slip into her body and could not help the small groan that came from her lips.

Miroku felt as though he were living in a dream. Never before had a woman allowed him to touch her in such ways, and he knew that Kagome’s reaction to him was more than likely the product of what had happened the previous night, but he could not help the swell of pride in making her jump with his actions. He felt her move against his arousal, which was now straining against his robes. Dear Kami. All he wanted to do was find a spot for them and make Kilala take Shippo away so that he could ravage Kagome’s body with his mouth.

Inu Yasha’s ears began to twitch and he looked up. He could see Kagome’s face and was shocked to see that her eyes were closed and she was flushed. He was about to say something, but he looked at Miroku’s hand and nearly fell over. The damn monk had his hand up Kagome’s skirt. He growled and felt Sango shift on him.

“What is wrong, Inu Yasha?” She asked, her voice laced with worry. “It seems that our friends have a secret of their own.” He growled. He could not believe that the monk would go after Kagome.

Sango looked up and gasped, nearly loosing her hold on Inu Yasha. She bowed her head and felt the tears starting to form. She could not believe that Miroku had moved on so fast. Why did it have to be Kagome? Why could it not have been Koharu?

When they made it to the campsite, all of the travelers were weary. They had traveled for the entire day, and both Kagome and Miroku kept shooting each other looks. Apparently, they had both decided to allow the other to heal their broken hearts. When Kagome had left the camp for a bath, Sango stood up and marched over to Miroku. She reared her hand back and slapped him across his face.

“You dare lecture us about getting together and then you go and make the moves on Kagome. How dare you, Miroku?” She cried.

Miroku stood up. He gazed at Sango before shaking his head. “The question is, how dare you? You went behind my back and started to fool around with Inu Yasha, even knowing that I held feelings for you. I stopped groping other women for you, and even toned down my groping of you. I had the decency to tell you how I felt about you, but instead of giving me the same respect, you go off with another man, so tell me which one of us is wrong in this situation, Sango? Now, Kagome and I are seeking support from each other and you get all pissy about it, well, know what? I am sick of bending to your rules, Sango. You have no say in what I do, nor does Inu Yasha have any say in what Kagome does. If we decide to sleep with one another, then we will. You have your mate. Leave our relationship, whatever it is, alone.” He said, turning away from the slayer and walking in the direction of the hot spring.

Sango felt her entire body shake. Reality had taken a huge bite out of her ass and she realized that she was in love with the lecherous monk, but in a moment of weakness, she turned to the hanyou and now they were stuck with each other. If she was feeling like this, did she love Inu Yasha? Or was he something that she thought she could use to pass the time until Miroku could make his damn mind up? She could not come up with an answer. All she knew was that her heart hurt. Could this night get any worse?

Miroku made his way to the hot spring and saw Kagome sitting beside a rock. With his back turned to her, he allowed a devilish smile to cross his features.

“Kagome, turn your back. I wish to go on the other side of the rock and bathe.” He said, knowing that Kagome’s face must have turned every single shade of red by the time he finished his sentence. He heard her turn in the water and then proceeded to strip. He made his way into the hot water and grinned when he noticed how stiffly Kagome was standing. He made his way around the rock, his violet eyes softening as he gazed upon Kagome’s wet skin. He could imagine the way she would feel in his arms. However, he quickly pushed those arousing thoughts out of his head and said, “You can relax, Kagome. I am on the other side of the rock and can’t see a thing.”

Kagome let out a breath and felt a bit disappointed. After what had happened between them, Kagome had been reevaluating her feelings about the monk. He was very handsome and kind. He was loyal, well, most of him anyways. That hand of his was cursed all right, but only cursed with a sense of reckless wandering and its travels usually wound up ending on the backside of some unsuspecting female. Miroku had never called her an unkind name nor did he ever make her feel incompetent about anything. In fact, her greatest source of support usually came from him.

Kagome peeked through her lashes and felt her face blush at the memory of his fingers sliding between her nether lips and she softly groaned as she felt a warm, tingling sensation in her lower belly. What in the hell was happening to her?

Miroku smirked when he heard her groan. That small groan caused his cock to stand at attention. He closed his eyes and thought about how silky her skin felt against his hand. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers as he gently pumped them into her, and he knew that she had never been with a man before, it was so obvious in her reactions. Inu Yasha was a huge fool, letting that maiden slip by him. That would not be Miroku’s problem, though.

He stood up and looked over the rock, and found Kagome’s eyes closed and her face flushed. It seemed that he was not the only one recalling earlier events. He slowly walked around the rock and made his way toward her. She opened her eyes and stared at him, her eyes going big and round.

“Miroku, what are you doing?” She asked as she started to blush again. Miroku moved closer to her and cupped her cheek. “I am taking what I want.” He whispered, moving closer to her face and claiming her lips with his.

Kagome did not know what to do, but quickly melted when she felt his warm lips caress hers. She closed her eyes and sighed. He took that opportunity to delve into her mouth with his tongue while pressing his body up close to hers. He wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tightly while he made love to her mouth.

Kagome could not believe that out of all of the people she would ever be around, it was Miroku who had taken her first kiss. And, he was about to take something else from her or she would die of frustration. She pressed her body against his and shyly allowed her tongue to play with his, engaging in a game of cat and mouse with it, until she finally tired of the game and let him have his wicked way with her.

Miroku broke the kiss and began to slide his mouth down to her neck. He could not stop the coming events even if he wanted to, and would kill anyone who dared to interrupt them. For a peaceful man, the ending of his celibate days was something that would not be taken away from him and would involve violence should he be stopped. He kissed down Kagome’s neck and found himself dipping her back so that his lips had access to her firm breasts. Once his lips arrived at the twin mounds, his tongue darted out and he lovingly caressed a rose-colored peak, causing Kagome to groan and turn her head. He nearly gasped in shock as Kagome began to rock her body into his, silently telling him that she needed relief. Well, he was a man who believed in helping others, so he decided that the best course of action was to take her until she could not move.

He looked around and found that the rock that had been their divider was a perfect place to put Kagome so that he could further explore her body. He set her down on the smooth ledge and forced her to lean back. When she complied, he quickly parted her legs and placed his mouth on her core, his tongue stroking the silky flower that his fingers had teased only hours before.

Kagome’s eyes shot wide open as her monk used his tongue in a way that she had never seen a tongue used, and it felt wonderful. He allowed the beads that held his wind tunnel closed to roll over Kagome’s sensitive flesh and manipulated them to gently caress the hardened nub of flesh right above her opening as his tongue darted in and out of her body. Kagome screamed her release, begging him to stop and let her catch her breath, but he simply ignored her as he lapped up the fluid that coursed from her body. When he was satisfied that she had no more nectar to give to him, he reached for his miko and brought her into a passionate kiss, his hands sliding down her back to cup her firm backside. He lifted Kagome so that she had no other choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. When she was secure, he lifted her up and moved them so that they were both in the warm water. Miroku’s mind was devoid of all thoughts except for the small voice that kept telling him to take her. He would gladly oblige the voice.

Kagome was in a fog. Miroku was doing things to her that she had hoped Inu Yasha would do. She felt his hands on her backside and she found herself grinding down on his cock, begging him to enter her.

He knew that she was ready for him and allowed her to slowly slide down until she had sheathed him completely. Kagome screamed as he tore through her virginity and he held her tight, not wanting to let her go and to sooth her pain.

Finally, when she had calmed down, he started deep and steady thrusts, making sure not to rush her, but slowly build up their impending release. He stared at his lover’s face and reveled in the pleasure that he was bringing to her, knowing that he was her first and he would make sure that he was her only. She was the only woman he wanted to bear his children and if the fates were kind, they would grant him this wish on this night. He felt her legs constrict around him as she humped against him, crying out in frustration when he refused to speed up. He grabbed her waist and began to lift her up only to slam her back down on him again. That seemed to satisfy the eager miko. She cried out his name as her climax approached and when they met in bliss, she screamed her bliss as his seed gushed into her. The only sound he made was a deep groan. Never before had he known such pleasure.

When they had rested and dressed, Miroku took Kagome’s hand and led her back to the camp. He felt her fingers entwine with his and he knew that he could not live without this woman by his side. Sango? Sango, who? He had the only female that he would ever allow his hands to grope in his grasp and he would never allow anyone to take her away from him.

Sango sat beside Inu Yasha and jumped when she heard Kagome scream. She grabbed up her weapon and looked down at her mate.

“Well, don’t just sit there. Kagome is in trouble.” She said, nudging her mate with her knee.

Inu Yasha snorted and shook his head. “Kagome is with Miroku. And from what my nose is telling me, I doubt that she is in any kind of pain. That scream tells me that she is quite happy.” He said, his mouth drawn into a frown.

Sango felt her eyes moisten. So, that was it. Miroku and Kagome. Kagome and Miroku. They were together and they had made love, from what Inu Yasha said. Sango felt her heartbreak and she sat down next to Inu Yasha.

She looked at the hanyou, who had a grim expression. “Do you regret mating with me? Do you wish it had been Kagome instead?” She asked, her voice laced with sadness.

Inu Yasha stared at Sango for a moment before saying, “We both know that what happened between us was an accident. Sure, I would love to have Kagome as my mate, but that is not what happened. So, you and I are stuck together and we can either be miserable, or we can do our best to make it work. Personally, I would rather make it work. Now, it is up to you if whatever we have flourishes or dies.”

He got up and walked into the woods. Sango saw that Shippo and Kilala were fast asleep and sighed. When Kagome and Miroku emerged from the forest, Sango avoided looking at them. It was killing her inside that she could not have the monk she had desired, but Inu Yasha was right. She needed to decide if she was going to make her relationship with him work or not. Perhaps it was time to let go of Miroku. But, she could not help but be a bit envious of Kagome.

Inu Yasha sat in a tree and watched the couple come back to camp. He saw the smile on Miroku’s lips and wanted to wipe that look off of the monk's face. That damn holy man tricked him. Had it not been for the bet that he could not bed Sango, this would never have happened. Now, here he was and he was stuck with a demon slayer for a mate, while Miroku had Kagome, the one woman to ever hold the hanyou’s full heart. Life was not fair.

Miroku led Kagome over to where they would sleep for the night and after she had laid down, he curled up behind her, and smiled. That damn dog had once told him that he would never have a chance with the miko, but look at him now. And, he had never in a million years would have guessed that Inu Yasha would have taken him up on the bet to bed Sango. It had been made on a night of wonderful food, beautiful dancers, and lots of sake. The result proved Miroku correct; Sango was not as innocent as she claimed. Well, at least Buddha smiled down on one of them, it just happened to be his faithful servant. Sure it hurt him to know that a woman he cared for slept with another man, but in the end it was worth it. Let that be a lesson to Inu Yasha not to make bets him in the future, but for now, he would enjoy his prize. With those thoughts, Miroku snuggled up closer to Kagome and allowed himself to drift towards a peaceful slumber. The last thing he heard was Sango calling for Inu Yasha, Inu Yasha calling her a loud-mouthed bitch, and the thump-thump of a hanyou falling to the hard ground after having his limb destroyed by the weapon of an angry slayer. At least Sango now had a new target and since Inu Yasha’s head was extremely hard, Miroku knew that she would do more damage to her weapon than the hanyou’s head when she hit it. Praise Buddha.