Concessions

A/N: Yes, I'm inspired by my own pregnancy, and yes I'm inspired by my own frustrations and troubles in the love making department... I can only imagine what our lecherous monk must be going through, especially if Sango turns out to be as big a prude after marriage as she was before marriage. Enjoy!

****I don't own InuYasha or the characters within****

Twenty seven days… Twenty seven days had gone by since he'd last felt Sango's sweet pinkness shiver around him. Twenty seven days of wondering how much longer he could hold out for her to feel comfortable again; twenty seven days of wondering if he might never enjoy such pleasure again… He'd heard stories from the village men. Between the stresses of being a new mother and the physical trauma of childbirth itself, it was sometimes months before a man could be intimate with his wife again. Though he thought for sure the curse of his lechery was eradicated when he took Sango for his bride, he wasn't sure if it could make an unwanted comeback, especially when it could take so long to love her again, and she hadn't even had the babies yet.

He laid close behind her, sighing quietly in the dark with his now plain right hand resting on her large, taut belly. The children inside were wanted and already loved, but this unexpected hassle, this strain they were already putting on Miroku and Sango's still somewhat new marital bliss, was just this side of too much for the monk to bear. At first he'd been alright with it. He wasn't blind; her belly was larger than most pregnant women he'd ever seen and he knew she was uncomfortable doing even mundane things. He'd been very understanding and took her gentle demand graciously. Miroku refused to go back to his womanizing, but the thought of jerking off in the woods didn't appeal to him either, and so for a while he simply endured it.

Then he started getting cranky and short with her, which in turn set her mood swings off, and before they knew it, they were arguing over nothing. He finally broke down that night after she sent him to stay with InuYasha. He broke down and wandered into the woods and took himself in his hand and took care of the frustration in his gut, then came back to his friend's hut and slept like a baby. In the morning, Miroku had gone home and apologized to his wife, made breakfast and promised he would never allow such an outburst to happen again.

Now, in the still and humid dark of night, he debated whether he should go take care of that ache again, or simply wait it out and try to get some sleep, possibly finding relief during the afternoon while Sango sat with Rin and taught her to sew. Sango stirred in his arms. "I guess you can't sleep either," she said quietly.

He looked at the back of her head. "Have you been awake all this time?"

"Yeah. I… I'm missing you. Badly." She laboriously rolled over, Miroku scooting back a bit to make room for her stomach. "Even though I know I would be uncomfortable as hell, I really want to try… I need you…" Her hands began to pull and tug at the sash of his thin yukata.

Miroku's violet eyes were wide. Not once did the thought ever cross his mind that she might miss their almost nightly activities. Not once did he think she might have a need as bad as his own, and what was worse for her was that unlike himself, in order to relieve her ache would be quite a task, as her hands almost couldn't reach down and around her belly to even cleanse herself anymore. He brushed her sweaty bangs from her forehead as she gave up her fight with his obi and contented herself with simply touching his chest, a discontented groan erupting quietly from her dark form.

He sighed and looked away from her, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say to her, not knowing how she would react. Finally he looked back to her and began softly, "Sango, I swore I would never bring to our bed the things I did outside of it, back before I knew you." He caressed her face gently. "I didn't want to bring my knowledge of all things sinful into our marriage. I wanted, and still want, to treat you with respect and dignity and all of the things that the other women I've been with did not always get." His rough fingers trailed down her jaw line, then threaded into her hair. "I know of some things we can do to take the place of our usual physical love, but you might object to them…" He lowered his head as well as his voice. "These are things I've learned from whores."

Sango's eyes widened and her mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, then she gathered her thoughts and began, "My dear husband, I don't think I can do such filthy things, regardless of what relief I could get from them…"

He gently squeezed her shoulder. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, Sango. Just think about it for now if you'd like. As for me," he said as he rolled to sit up, " I gotta take care of this uh…" His gaze drifted to his lap, as did Sango's. The yukata clung to his maleness because of the stifling humidity, and his erection was plainly visible. Sango bit back a groan, wanting so badly that he should push her to her back and spread her wide so she could take that hunk of flesh deep inside her, so that they could satisfy each other like they used to before her pregnancy hindered such activity.

Blindly, she reached over and grabbed him, startling him. Their eyes met; he panted lightly as she squeezed his length almost teasingly, not aware that her actions were affecting him so badly. Miroku had only two ways of making love to his wife: on her back or on her knees. Sango wasn't comfortable any other way, and he felt it would be disrespectful to her or perceived as a kink leftover from his lecherous past to suggest new ways to her, which he didn't want. She'd never touched his member before, only held him inside her. She really didn't know what she was doing to him, squeezing him like that. "Where are you going?" she asked quietly.

With a little nervous laugh, he said, "Nowhere if you keep that up!" His hand wrapped around hers and he felt her tense under his touch. "Sango," he murmured, "You don't have to do anything you're not willing to do, I'll take care of this."

Biting her lip, she said, "Miroku… I really want to try something. I'm just… I just don't want you to think that because I'm willing to try it once means that I'm willing to do it all the time." This was exactly what he wanted to avoid, that feeling that he was pushing her to do something. Before he could speak, she continued, "You did say desperate times call for desperate measures, and I'm certainly willing to let you guide me, especially if it means we might find a better way until after the twins are born." Sango gripped him almost hurtfully, growling, "And if you breathe one word of any of this to anyone I will yank this off of you and feed it to a wild boar!"

"Of course Sango!" he winced. "Whatever happens in our bed stays between you and me, always." She smiled at him sweetly, releasing her death grip on him and favoring him with untrained touches. He cupped her cheek, his gut tightening at this first stimulation by hands not belonging to him in many, many months. "Why don't you get as comfortable as you can and I'll see what can be done." She nodded and then rolled back to her other side, her arm tucked under her head. Miroku moved to face her, and he leaned down and kissed her deeply. He let his hands wander over the parts of her smooth skin that was exposed, then he pulled back a bit and spoke quietly.

"Sango, I'd rather just act than explain everything. I don't want you to be frightened of anything I might do to you, and I think if I told you what I have planned you might get scared and refuse." His hand pulled the knot of her sleeping robe and he opened it. "Just close your eyes and feel what I do. Let me make you feel good, alright?"

"Okay," came the quiet reply. "But wait, what about you? How will you find your release?"

Taking a gamble, he laid down on his side, her nest of curls just inches away from his face. He reached down and found her hand, then guided it back to where she'd held him a moment ago. He used her hand in his to stroke himself, then turned her loose to see if she had caught on. "If you can do that while I take care of you, I will be a very happy man."

"But this is nothing, it's so simple! Are you sure this is all you need?" she asked as her other hand came up to join the first one, slowly and lovingly pulling at the velvety skin that covered his flesh.

Taking a shuddering breath when he felt that second hand come up, he huffed, "Yes, so simple, yet so good, Sango. Just like that, sweetheart…" His own hands came to the line between her legs, gently trying to pry them apart. Sango lifted her outer thigh enough that he could separate them, and he held one at a ninety degree angle from the other one, perfectly opening her up to him and allowing him his first good look at his wife's anatomy.

He felt her tense up and sensed she was embarrassed. "Never worry my love. Even this part of your body is beautiful to me, and you have no reason to find embarrassment here." He blew on her folds gently, a sensation she'd never felt before. The effect was instantaneous, and she gave a startled gasp that ended in a nervous moan. Miroku stopped blowing little patterns on her heated core long enough to chuckle a little. "Relax, Sango. I'm not going to hurt you in any way. This is all about you finding comfort and satisfaction. I won't let you down, my love." He felt her frame moving in his grip as she nodded vigorously.

"Um, could you do that some more?" she whispered, as if she were afraid the gods themselves would hear her request and think less of her for enjoying sex with her husband.

"In a little bit," he said in a husky voice. "I've got other things I want to share with you." With that he rested his head on her lower leg, parted her netherlips with his free hand and began to lave at her engorged pinkness.

"Miroku!" she gasped. "Th-that's… dirty down there!!" Even as she said it, she wasn't entirely sure she didn't love what he was doing.

"Mmhmm," he intoned, "dirty and tho thuckin' good". His tongue never left her as he spoke. He found her tightened little bud and suckled hard, flicking his tongue over it in a rapid little flutter. He was surprised to feel her reach up and try to pull her leg open wider. He smirked to himself. Maybe she wouldn't object to a little more excitement in their bed now that she knew what he was capable of. Perhaps the prior inconvenience of Sango's huge belly was now going to be the key to unlocking a side of his wife he didn't know existed. Maybe it was time to groom Sango's timid and insecure libido into that of a confident lecher.

He pulled back a little and replaced his tongue with his fingertips. "Is this okay, Sango? I mean, it's not too awful is it?"

She was a keening mess, panting and twitching like she'd never done before when they had relations. Her strokes to his own flesh had become irregular, but rougher and faster, and when he spoke to her, she looked down at his raised head, and answered, "Please, please, please… More, gods please, more!"

With a throaty growl, Miroku attempted to bury his face in her, open mouth kissing her sex, shoving his eager tongue inside of her sheath and probing her as his thumb pressed and circled her bundle of nerves. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he gave a startled gasp of his own. 'No way… There's no way, how could she know to--' He looked down at where his wife had him now literally by the balls and took in the sight. She had let one of her hands travel down to play with his sack while the other continued making rough strokes, and what he saw he couldn't believe, but it was literally a dream come true for the monk. Sango was softly licking the tip of his hardness, and once she caught his eyes, she enveloped him in the moist heat of her mouth, taking a small mouthful of him, but indeed had him completely encircled in her dusty rose lips…

"Fuck Sango, you got a knack for these kinds of things," he groaned. She blushed red and pulled him out of her mouth and went back to what she'd been doing previously, simply stroking him with both her hands. "No, don't stop!" he nearly whined. "I merely meant that you… you were doing it perfectly. And it felt so damn good… Please don't stop."

She considered this a moment. "You swear on your life you won't tell anyone about this?"

"I swear on my life, your life, our children's lives… I won't breathe a word!" He was begging, and he didn't care. She really was good at it, especially for it being her first crack at taking him in her mouth.

She grinned wickedly. "Good… because you actually taste kinda good." And with that she popped him back in between her full lips and swirled her tongue around the tip, earning a desperate hiss from Miroku. Taking a moment to adjust to feeling her sucking and licking him, he went back to feasting on her intimate area, concentrating on bringing her to orgasm before she could bring him to his. He held her little silken button between his teeth tenderly, and sucked hard while doing that fluttering thing with his tongue, all while pumping three of his fingers inside of her. Unlike Sango, Miroku had lots of experience in this area, and sure enough she shattered around his digits in record time.

He was proud of her for not releasing him as she moaned her appreciation and rode out her release, but he honestly didn't want to cum in her mouth this first time. He thought it might scare her or she would find it repulsive. Besides all that, he really relished the thought of being able to cum inside her properly, the way that had gotten them into this whole situation to start with.

"Sango, please… I don't… don't wanna do it in your mouth." Gods, but was she good. On instinct alone she'd figured out just how he liked, he assumed by reading his reactions to her. She shook her head at his request. "But… it might… You might not like it."

Sango stroked even faster, grabbed his sack and firmly squeezed, but not hard enough to hurt him. Miroku threw his head back and grit his teeth, fighting the urge to just let go and let her have it. She felt him holding back, and she whispered, "I want to taste it, just let go!"

"But-" he whimpered.

"Just do it, Miroku!" She tightened her strokes and went as fast and hard as she could, swirling endlessly over his mushroomed head until he began to spasm in her grasp, and spurts of thick, warm, slightly salty yet slightly sweet fluid began to pour into her mouth. He gasped and panted, even trembled, until finally it was all out of him, and Sango finally relinquished her hold on his most private of parts. In a flash, Miroku had flipped from having his face nestled between her legs to kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue and spreading their shared essences on each other's faces.

She pushed him back a little, the both of them gasping for air. She looked down between her legs, tentatively reached a hand down and slid a single finger into her own folds. Gathering some of the honey she expelled from herself, she brought the hand back to her mouth and tasted her own juices. Miroku watched with curious eyes, wondering what was causing her to do this.

"I think I like yours better," she said as she offered the 'treat' to her husband, who greedily accepted.

"I prefer yours actually…" he said as he licked his lips after cleansing her finger in his own mouth. "You have an altogether unique flavor. I enjoy it very much."

She smiled at him and stroked his hair. "This was good. This was fun and felt incredible."

"I'm not done with you yet, woman," he snickered. "I have one more trick in my bag before we're done for the night." He kissed her deeply once more. He shook off the sleeping yukata as he tasted her heated breath, then hiked hers halfway up her back. He spooned in behind her and gave little kisses and nips to her neck and shoulders.

"Hold your leg up for a bit," he whispered hotly over her sensitive ear. She did as he asked, and had she been in another position, she would have sagged back against his chest when she felt the tip of him push through her slick opening. As it was, she could only vocalize her deep appreciation for what he'd found a way to do, and she whispered over and over as he pumped languidly into her, "I love you, I love you…"

"So good, Sango…" he whispered into her ear as he fondled one of her larger-than-normal breasts. "You were wonderful before, but this is still my favorite." This time, they were in no rush, completely enjoying the way they were connected and relishing the fact that they'd expanded some boundaries and found a way to call off the self imposed ban on sex until after the babies came. Briefly, Miroku thought of introducing her to what opportunities lie with her rear opening, but thought perhaps he better let these new ways sink in before going that far with her. After all, he would have plenty of time for that in the weeks afterward as her traumatized femininity healed.

Their slow and steady pace wasn't enough for either of them, and it wasn't long before Miroku grabbed Sango's lifted leg and thrust faster. "I'm so close, Miroku!" she keened, and he grunted and drove harder into her. Not long after that, they both came nearly at the same time, Miroku just seconds ahead of his bride. They stayed joined together for a long time afterward, sticky but sated. Finally Miroku withdrew from her and fetched a cleaning rag from the chest and poured some water onto it. He tenderly wiped up the mess he'd made of Sango's sweet pinkness, then wiped himself clean. Tugging the yukata back on, he laid back down behind Sango, straightening her own clothing out, then resting his hands on her large belly once again.

"Miroku?" she asked almost silently.

"Yes, my love?" His fingers were running through her sweaty hair.

"Is it okay if I… if I'm happy about you learning those things?"

He chuckled quietly. "I don't know why it wouldn't be okay. Is it alright that I'm happy I could introduce you to such habits, though I'm not proud of the way I came by their knowledge?"

She gave a small content sigh. "While the way you learned such things is questionable, I have to admit, they were enjoyable and proved to be useful in this particular situation." Slightly turning towards him, she gave him a small grin, "I think we'll be using this new knowledge again soon."

He wrapped his arms around her. "I take it you liked these new things you experienced." She nodded and he gave her a light kiss on the neck. "Good. Because if you're willing to let me demonstrate, there's lots more I can teach you."

Playfully, she pinched his forearm. "What do you think I am, some kind of concubine put on this earth for your pleasure?"

He rolled her to her back and gave her a serious look. "No, you are my most honored wife, and I was meant to do these things with you, not the whores from which I learned them." Her brown eyes regarded him with concern. "Don't you understand, Sango? This kind of pleasure was meant to be experienced with someone you love, not someone you pay for. I was young and dumb back then; I had no one but an old, drunken, lecher of a monk as a guiding influence and a raccoon dog con artist for a friend. Now I have you… Someone to do right by, someone to cherish, and someone who means more to me than money, sex or any other frivolity I can think of. And when I think of loving anyone other than you… I just can't do it. I would rather live the rest of my life celibate than love anyone else. But the things I learned when I was but a wayward youth… I am happy to share the knowledge of such physical bliss with my soulmate."

She shifted her position a bit, as she was beginning to get dizzy from the weight of the twins against her spine. "Miroku, I had no idea…"

"So I ask you, did you like what we did together?" He held her hand in his.

"Yes," she said plainly, never losing his eyes in the darkness of their house.

"Would you allow me love you that way again in the future, and perhaps expound upon the things we've learned tonight?" He moved in closer to her, her sweet lips only inches away from his.

"Yes, my love. I trust you with all my soul."

"Then be my partner on this new journey. Don't let us go back to me loving you either on your back or on all fours. You are my wife, the mother of my children, my reason for living… Be my lover, participate with me. Don't let me use you for myself, let us enjoy and revel in each other when we make love." His lips brushed hers as he spoke, "I love you Sango, with every ounce of my being. I will never go back to the person I was." Then he captured her mouth in a tender, but deep kiss, and when he released her, he found her eyes shining.

"I'm so glad I married you, my hentai houshi."

"I'm so glad you didn't bash my brains in before you married me," he laughed. He gave her a hug. "Alright, let's try to get some sleep. Morning will be here before you know it."

They settled in to sleep when suddenly Sango groaned. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I have to go to the bushes," she hissed. "Figures, I'd just gotten good and comfy too," she grumbled. "Help me up please…" she said as she stuck a hand out and waited for her husband to pull her to her feet. Ahh yes, back to the reality of a very pregnant, very hormonal and very irritable wife to deal with. At least he knew his nights would be better from here on out, at least for a little while. He wondered briefly how they were going to manage such activities with two little ones in the futon with them…