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Firsts	By : Xakana Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Miroku Views: 5976 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or crew; that pleasure belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz and Sunrise. Please don’t sue me; I’m poorer than dirt. I write only to amuse and don’t make any money at all. Really. It’s sad. This is a YAOI (man lovin’ man) and if that offends you, then I ask that you please stop reading and find something you would enjoy rather than wasting your time flaming me.
Genre: Romance, YAOI

Rating: NC-17

Codes: Inu/Miro

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Firsts
InuYasha finished with his speech to Miroku about how he didn’t care if he died, but that he wouldn’t be blamed and even to him, it sounded like a pack of lies. His mind flashed back to the night before, playing out a scene that had lasted much longer than the ten seconds it took to go through his mind.
“What did you say?” InuYasha asked Miroku, who had been muttering about his hand hurting.
“It’s nothing,” Miroku answered. InuYasha didn’t believe him, but let it go. He was still confused as to why he had been so angry when Miroku left the battle to chase after that woman. He assumed it was because he had to stay and suffer the effects of that horrible powder Sango had used, but something else was bothering him. “InuYasha?”
“Yeah, what?” InuYasha responded.
“Have you kissed Kagome?”
“Excuse me?” InuYasha asked, angrily. “How is that any of your business?”
“I was merely curious,” Miroku answered. InuYasha wondered why everyone assumed he and Kagome were a couple. Yes, he had feelings for her, but his few attempts to act on them had ended disastrously and he was losing interest. “What exactly was it that you did with Kikyo in front of Kagome?”
“Why the hell are you asking me questions about my love life?” InuYasha demanded, uncomfortable.
“I am trying to ascertain your level of experience,” Miroku told him.
“I kissed her, okay? That’s all I’ve ever done,” he admitted, but only so he could ask, “Exactly how far have you gone?”
“I…” Miroku blushed. “Not much further.”
“With or without the girl’s permission?” InuYasha teased. Miroku looked over at him, surprised.
“I would never force myself on someone!” he protested, looking angry.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” InuYasha said apologetically. “I just meant… I know how ‘hands on’ you are with women.”
“I was actually only counting those who responded favorably to my advances,” Miroku said. InuYasha heard the careful way he phrased that sentence and was curious.
“So how many girls have responded ‘favorably’ to your advances?” InuYasha asked.
“Three,” Miroku responded. “But I did not have a chance to even kiss two of them. One was too young and the other was… less than desirable.”
“So you’ve only kissed one girl,” InuYasha concluded.
“Yes.”
“What else did you do with her?”
“Nothing,” Miroku answered.
“You said ‘not much further’ which implies you did more than kiss someone,” InuYasha pointed out, enjoying the way Miroku squirmed.
“I was… manually… stimulated,” Miroku admitted. InuYasha heard the discomfort in his voice and hoped he wasn’t referring to someone doing it against his will. He didn’t know what to say, so he stayed quiet for a few minutes. “Aren’t you going to ask me ‘by whom’?”
“Who did it?” InuYasha obliged, hearing the calmness now in Miroku’s voice.
“Haru,” Miroku answered.
“Huh? Isn’t that a boy’s name?” InuYasha asked, wondering if Miroku meant…
“Yes. He was my best friend when I was thirteen.” Miroku said nothing more and InuYasha scooted uncomfortably away. But his curiosity finally got the better of him and he asked.

”Did you… like it?” he asked. Miroku didn’t answer for a while.
“Until his father walked in,” Miroku said. InuYasha flinched. “I never saw Haru again after that day.” Miroku was quiet a while longer and InuYasha checked to see if he was still awake. His eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling. “That is when I began behaving as a womanizer,” Miroku confessed. “Do not mistake me, I enjoy women. But… I’ve been afraid of befriending other boys and men ever since.”
“Why are you telling me this?” InuYasha asked, suddenly uncomfortable with the situation. It had put thoughts in his mind he had never before imagined and he didn’t need more complications in his life.
“Because I wanted to tell somebody,” Miroku said, “before…” he stopped and InuYasha glared over at him.
“Before what?”
“Goodnight, InuYasha,” Miroku said.
“Hey!” InuYasha growled. “Before what!” Miroku didn’t respond. InuYasha fumed for a long time before he was finally overcome by sleep. When he awoke, Miroku was gone…
All the feelings InuYasha had been sifting through the entire day had narrowed down to one—fear. He feared for Miroku’s life. So he told him that he didn’t care about it, while telling him just how important it was at the same time. He watched a hundred demons racing to kill them and all he could think about was saving Miroku’s life. He realized the monk didn’t value it enough himself, so someone else obviously had to.
He swung.
A light fell from the sword, power erupting from it in his hands, fueled by his rage, fear and concern over Miroku. Every demon in front of him was cut down. Pieces rained down around him and he stared at the sword in wonder.
“What just happened?” he asked of no one in particular. He glanced up when Sango called something and watched her cut down their foe with Hiraikotsu. InuYasha looked back down at Miroku with concern as he sheathed Tetsusaiga and tried to understand the changes that were going on all around him. Unfortunately, he knew that no answers were coming for him.
The next day, when everyone had left Miroku alone in the room after he groped Sango and was hit upside the head for it, InuYasha slipped into Miroku’s room and sat next to him.
“That was really stupid, you know,” InuYasha reprimanded.
”What? I thought it was a rather clever way to catch her unawares. I left Kagome alone,” Miroku pointed out.
“I’m not talking about that,” InuYasha said, “although it was smart of you to not touch Kagome. I meant going off on your own. If you were worried, you should have just asked us to come here. We wouldn’t have argued if you told us it was serious.”
“You say that now…” Miroku said. “But I doubt those would have been your words yesterday.”
“Hmph. You didn’t even bother trying. If I’d been here, I could have protected you and none of that horrible shit would have happened.”
“And my wind tunnel would not have grown and taken who knows how much time off my life,” Miroku continued in a mocking voice. Annoyed, InuYasha hit him in the spot where he could see the lump Sango had given him. “Ow! I thought you were concerned for my welfare.”
“I am, so don’t act like it’s no big deal.”
“Oh,” Miroku said. “Why are you here, InuYasha?” InuYasha remained quiet for a while, not certain if he should even bring it up.
“Last night…” InuYasha began.
“I am sorry that—” Miroku began, but InuYasha cut him off.
“Don’t apologize,” he snapped. “Unless you really mean it.” Miroku stayed silent and InuYasha relaxed. “We’re friends, right?”
“Obviously,” Miroku responded, raising an eyebrow at the odd question.
“So… you got over your fear of befriending men,” InuYasha continued. Miroku was quiet. “Are you afraid of being my friend?”
“I do not fear your friendship, InuYasha,” Miroku said. “I fear your motives.”
“My motives?” InuYasha demanded.
“You intend to use the shikon no tama to become a full youkai,” Miroku said. “I have told you my thoughts on this subject.”
“Then it’s not my motives you fear, it’s me,” InuYasha said. Miroku sighed and closed his eyes.
“You have given me no reason to fear you as long as I do not pursue Kagome.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about. Quit being so damn evasive.”
“What are you talking about then?” Miroku asked irritably. “Are you trying to make a point?”
“If you fear me… why don’t you leave?” InuYasha asked. Miroku looked at him and pain filled his eyes.
“Are you asking me to go?” Miroku asked. “But you just said…”
“I’m not asking you to go!” InuYasha grunted. He was having trouble expressing what he wanted to say and that was unusual for him.
“Then… do you fear me?” Miroku asked. “My curse?”
“I ain’t afraid of that or you,” InuYasha said.
“You would be wise to fear it,” Miroku said, sadly, looking away. InuYasha finally gave up on conversation and sighed, then leaned over Miroku, watching surprise fill his eyes. “InuYasha?” The hanyo clenched his fist and forced himself to finish the movement. He closed his eyes before their lips touched, but saw Miroku’s close a moment before. It wasn’t like kissing Kikyo, he thought. Miroku’s lips weren’t as soft or as full. But when he let his tongue slip past his lips to taste Miroku, InuYasha felt his heart begin to race. When Miroku’s tongue gently reached back, InuYasha relaxed and let himself lose track of time and his surroundings, to fully enjoy the moment.
He sat back, a little surprised at both his own audacity and the feelings rushing through his body. His breathing was a little shaky, he was hard and ready and his heart was going so fast he was almost dizzy. Miroku’s dark eyes opened and the naked lust there almost pulled InuYasha back down to him. However, he heard someone’s footfalls approaching and he scented sake on the air, so he sat back. Miroku blinked rapidly and started to say something, but Mushin’s entrance cut him off.
InuYasha stood and fled, suddenly wanting to be far away from Miroku.
That evening at the fire, InuYasha watched Miroku thoughtfully until the girls left them. They were quiet for a while and InuYasha wondered if Miroku was thinking about his kazaana or their kiss earlier. When Miroku sighed and looked down at his hand, InuYasha knew which it was. He was certainly worried for his friend, and Mushin’s conversation earlier had only made it worse. He had even more reason to hunt down and kill Naraku now, as if he needed it.
“Hmph.” Miroku’s vocalization made InuYasha looked up at him. “Naraku probably thought he had me, huh?” Miroku murmured. InuYasha looked down at the fire, avoiding his gaze.
“Well…” he began, “He may not have killed you yet, but…” InuYasha remembered Mushin’s warning to Miroku not to use the wind tunnel for at least a month. “He succeeded pretty well at shutting down your best weapon.” He looked back up at Miroku, who was examining his hand.
“He’ll probably take this opportunity to set another trap, won’t he?” Miroku asked.
“It’ll save us time looking for him,” InuYasha said, laughing confidently. “That bastard, let him come and attack, any time, anywhere!” Miroku smiled, then laughed. InuYasha looked at him curiously. “Miroku, what are you laughing about?”
“Sorry,” he said with a smile. “It’s just that hearing you talk so confidently is gratifying. Especially when I won’t be able to use my wind tunnel for a while.”
“Well, then sit back and relax. I’ll slice Naraku in two with Tetsusaiga!” InuYasha made a promise to himself to learn how he had used the power of the sword the other night, so he could protect his friends, destroy Naraku and get the shikon no kakera to become a powerful demon. He glanced away from his sword to Miroku, who was watching him and he wondered what the monk was thinking now.
“Thank you, InuYasha,” Miroku said, smiling. InuYasha shrugged it away with a ‘feh.’ Miroku looked around curiously, and then stood to survey their surroundings.
”What are you doing?” InuYasha asked. Miroku looked at him.
“The girls are nowhere around,” he answered. He took a step closer to InuYasha, closing the distance and kneeled in front of him. InuYasha glanced up just in time to see Miroku leaning in to kiss him. He closed his eyes without thinking and accepted the warm lips and tongue as they pressed against his own. He released Tetsusaiga and lifted his hand to thread his fingers into Miroku’s hair and rest against the back of his head. Miroku increased the intensity of the kiss and InuYasha pulled him down so that he was taller.
‘That’s better,’ he thought, pressing Miroku back. Miroku adjusted his legs so that he wasn’t being bent in half and InuYasha was surprised when he fell back, bringing the hanyo down on top of him. InuYasha kissed Miroku fiercely, getting into it and felt that the monk was as excited as he was. InuYasha stopped himself from instinctively grinding himself into Miroku just before he heard Sango yell. He pulled back, looked around and jumped up, suddenly afraid that they had let the girls get into danger while they were fooling around. Miroku was right at his side, looking as concerned as he felt.
They ran out from behind the bushes to find Sango standing there, naked, looking at an unconscious monkey. Kagome shrieked and the next thing InuYasha knew, his head was pounding and a lump was forming. He sulked back to the fire with Miroku, griping that he didn’t deserve it. Miroku made a lecherous comment and he glared at him sideways.
“Why'd they have to suspect me, too?”
“It was worth the pain! That was a wondrous sight we just saw,” Miroku said. InuYasha grunted. When Shippo left them again, Miroku moved closer to InuYasha, but he was feeling guilty now. So when Miroku tried to kiss him, he turned his head. “Are you mad?” Miroku asked.
“No… just not in the mood anymore,” InuYasha grumbled.
“Were you… enjoying it?” Miroku asked, a trace of uncertainty in his usually confident voice. InuYasha looked over at him in surprise. After a moment, he remembered what Miroku said about being afraid to befriend other men and he stared back at the ground.
“Yes,” InuYasha answered, then stretched out on the ground. “You should get some rest. There’s no telling when Naraku’s going to spring whatever it is he has in mind…”
“Goodnight, InuYasha,” Miroku said, yawning. InuYasha closed his eyes. “And thank you.”
Weeks and then months passed and adventures were had. In between, whenever they were alone, InuYasha and Miroku took the time to get to know each other. While much of that time was spent making out, just as much was spent talking. Neither Miroku nor InuYasha had been close friends with another guy before. In fact, they hadn’t had a close friend in a long, long time. Kagome was the closest InuYasha had come.
Miroku had tried a few times to get further with InuYasha, but they were always either interrupted or he shied away at the last minute. Finally, one night when Kagome was in her own time, Miroku sought out InuYasha while Sango was asleep, wondering where he had wandered off. He found a corner of red haori peeking out from behind a tree and hurried over to him. He stopped when the dark haired human turned to him.
“I forgot it was the new moon,” Miroku said, sitting down next to InuYasha. The human boy grunted.
“Wish I could.”
“Why are you so far away from camp?” Miroku asked.
“I was hoping you’d follow me,” InuYasha admitted.
“Really?” Miroku said, getting his hopes up. He leaned in and kissed InuYasha quickly, but the boy only kissed him for a moment before breaking it. He looked at the ground and Miroku wondered what was going on. A horrible thought that InuYasha was ending their nighttime trysts filled his head, but then InuYasha touched his thigh. Miroku stilled and waited to see what InuYasha was planning. The dark head ducked down as he turned to face Miroku, then he pushed him down. Miroku was passive, letting InuYasha take charge, since he was hoping he knew where this was going.
InuYasha kissed Miroku again, but then moved down to kiss his chin and throat, sucking and licking until he reached the top of Miroku’s robes. He hooked his finger into the tie and pulled up, releasing it gently. Miroku was shaking now, his entire body feeling like a lightning storm was nearby. InuYasha found his nipple with his mouth and he gasped. He grabbed hold of InuYasha’s hair in shock and buried his fingers in it.
InuYasha’s mouth felt different in his human form when he rose to meet Miroku’s lips again. When Miroku’s tongue slid into his mouth, there was no sharp press of fangs. When his hands slid into the hair, they caught on a pair of human ears. It was so strange. He almost felt like he was with another guy entirely.
“Why tonight, InuYasha?” Miroku asked, stopping the frantic searching of his mouth.
“I wanted to be human the first time,” InuYasha answered.
“Why?” Miroku asked, fighting the haze that had clouded his mind.
“So I don’t have to hold back,” InuYasha answered. “Because I want you… all of you.” Miroku’s eyes widened. InuYasha looked down at him and it was so strange peering up into the brown eyes in a face otherwise familiar.
“I want you, too,” Miroku responded. InuYasha gave him a shy smile and kissed him, wedging Miroku’s legs apart with his knees. He pressed himself against Miroku, rubbing himself through their clothing against the other youth. Miroku’s eyes closed and he clenched the black hair in his hand, careful not to pull. InuYasha sat back on his knees and tugged at Miroku’s pants. Miroku blinked his eyes open and met the human eyes in front of him. InuYasha rose to his feet and pulled off his own clothing and Miroku followed suit. They stood in front of each other and suddenly, InuYasha looked very shy. Miroku reached out and caught InuYasha behind his neck, pulling him close and pressing their naked bodies together.
Miroku trailed his hands down InuYasha’s back, running the back of his nails lightly against the hot skin and sliding down to his hips. He took a moment to grab InuYasha’s butt, which just made the boy stop kissing him and laugh, shooting him an amused look.
“I don’t think you’ve done that to me before,” he said in explanation when Miroku looked at him in confusion. Miroku smiled back and gave him a knowing smirk before reaching around the front to grasp InuYasha’s length and squeeze. The brown eyes closed and his smile vanished behind the sharp intake of breath.
“I haven’t done that, either,” Miroku whispered in his ear. Then, since he was so close anyway, he let his tongue dart out and trace the shell lightly. “Or that,” he breathed and InuYasha shuddered. The part Miroku held in his hand pulsed almost violently and he moved his hand slowly down, enjoying the look on InuYasha’s face. Suddenly, the brown eyes opened and InuYasha hooked his knee behind Miroku’s, taking them both to the ground, where he kissed the monk with vigor. Miroku was startled by the near-violence in the attack, but didn’t find it unpleasant at all. He did suddenly understand why InuYasha wanted to be human for this, though.
“How old are you?” Miroku asked suddenly and InuYasha looked at him in confusion, his eyes unfocused.
“A hund—two hundred and three. Why?”
“What were you going to say?”
“A hundred and fifty-three,” InuYasha answered. “Because I forget I was stuck to a tree for fifty years.”
“And you’re a virgin? After all that time?”
“Can we talk about this some other time?” InuYasha asked.
“Yes… I just realized that this was your first time and that you had waited a very long time for it.”
“You have no idea,” InuYasha said, nipping at Miroku’s neck, lightly. “And if we keep talking, it’s going to be even longer.” Miroku realized that the pressure against his thigh had decreased and he regretted his bad timing. Miroku decided not to waste his time apologizing and grabbed InuYasha’s shoulders, pulling him up to kiss. InuYasha responded very well to the urgent press of lips and Miroku released him.
InuYasha’s hand scratched lightly down Miroku’s front in a mirror image of what he had done to the boy’s back and Miroku squirmed happily, arching when he was grasped in a much gentler manner than he was expecting with InuYasha’s aggressive mood. His pulse suddenly started rushing violently all over his body and his breath caught. InuYasha knelt again, but this time stayed between Miroku’s legs. He watched his partner while he stimulated him and Miroku was torn between self-consciousness and wanting to give him a good show. In the end, he just let himself react, not fighting any twitch his body gave and watched InuYasha back. InuYasha slowly slid a finger into his mouth and drew it out seductively and Miroku wondered what he was planning.
InuYasha’s wet finger was the most fascinating thing at that very moment as Miroku watched it disappear between his legs. InuYasha watched Miroku intently as he pushed it inside him. Miroku closed his eyes, trying to relax. The finger moved inside him, making room for something Miroku knew was much larger. The slight pain from the finger made him nervous, but it was vanishing with the gentle stroking InuYasha had never ceased. Miroku’s closed eyes meant that he wasn’t prepared when something hot and wet closed around him and pulled.
His eyes flew open and he looked down at the dark eyes watching him as they moved slowly up and down along him. He barely noticed the second finger join the first; he was so lost in the new feeling of InuYasha’s mouth. He was suddenly very glad the hanyo didn’t have his fangs right then, especially when the inexperienced mouth nicked him with teeth a few times. Miroku was gasping by the time that InuYasha withdrew his fingers and crawled over him, letting himself hang down in Miroku’s face. The monk didn’t hesitate to take him in, curious about the strange taste of the soft skin. He wasn’t at a great angle to do much, so he mostly sucked at it and licked. As InuYasha started to back up, Miroku realized what he was going to do and made sure to leave him slick as he pulled away.
InuYasha made eye contact with him and didn’t break it as he positioned himself to enter Miroku. He looked expectant and questioning and Miroku realized that he was waiting for permission, so he nodded to give it. It didn’t hurt as much as he was expecting, undoubtedly due to the treatment he had been given beforehand. InuYasha was very careful making room for himself, but once Miroku relaxed again, he pushed in hard and deep. Miroku felt something he had never imagined and a cry fell from his lips. InuYasha froze and looked down at him in concern.
”Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, not at all,” Miroku panted. “Please do it again.” InuYasha smiled at him and did as requested, causing Miroku to clutch at him desperately. InuYasha quickly established a rhythm and Miroku found himself building, rubbing against InuYasha’s abdomen as he pushed in and out of him. InuYasha lowered himself further and Miroku came. It was sudden and explosive and he cried out. InuYasha buried himself in Miroku and a sound ripped from his lips only a moment later.
InuYasha collapsed on Miroku, breathing heavily and Miroku felt a contentment he never had before. Relieving himself had never been like that. Of course, now he wanted almost desperately to feel it from the other side and bury himself in InuYasha, but he knew that it was not yet the time. For now, he reached up and held InuYasha close, enjoying the weight on his chest. InuYasha weighed a lot less than he looked like he would and it was such a comfort to have him lie there. It wasn’t long before their mouths found each other again and the desire began building as before.
Miroku closed his eyes and lost himself in the feel of InuYasha’s tongue and the firm body against his own. He rolled them so that he was pressing InuYasha down and let his hand find the hanyo’s swollen length, grasping and pulling with care. A warm feeling began building as he crawled between InuYasha’s legs and his tongue thrust against a sharp pair of fangs. Startled, Miroku pulled back and got to see the last moment of InuYasha’s transformation back into the silver-haired hanyo. He was suddenly very happy to see him thus and kissed the uncertain expression off his lover’s face.
“We don’t have to continue,” InuYasha said as Miroku pulled back. Miroku looked down at him in confusion.
“You want to stop?” he asked unhappily.
“You don’t?” the golden eyes refused to meet his own.
“Did… did you not enjoy it?” Miroku asked, anxious.
“How can you want me… like this?” InuYasha whispered and Miroku finally understood. Instead of flattering him with words, which would have just been insulting to them both, he showed InuYasha that he had fallen for his hanyo form and didn’t care that he wasn’t fully human. He did it with the least human part of the young man. Miroku took the velvet ear into his mouth, lightly licking the soft skin and rubbing his lip against the fur. InuYasha had stiffened beneath him, but Miroku’s tongue quickly had him making sounds of appreciation and trembling hands slid over the monk’s skin. He moved his lips back down to InuYasha’s finding the hanyo quite eager to resume contact there.
“Do you still want to stop?” Miroku whispered, meeting the golden eyes beneath him.
“No,” InuYasha answered, kissing Miroku again. “You didn’t get your turn.” Miroku was very happy to hear that and resumed stroking InuYasha, mimicking what he had done wetting his finger and slid it into the hanyo carefully. It was a very strange feeling, the heat wrapped tightly around his finger. He remembered the pain and increased the pressure with his left hand against InuYasha’s length and began making room for himself. He couldn’t bring himself to offer his mouth, considering where the part had been only a short while before, but he made certain to use his hand to its fullest. He was not inexperienced in this part, at least, especially with his left hand, which he had always used for himself, since he didn’t like the feel of the hard rosary beads pressing into his most tender area.
Miroku was rather pleased when InuYasha reached down and tugged at his hips to bring him up to the waiting mouth. He was nervous about the fangs, but InuYasha was much more careful now, leaving him very slick as he backed up and prepared to enter him. Miroku tensed, afraid he hadn’t done everything right, but when he pushed in, he saw no pain in his lover’s eyes.
He pushed further in and was overwhelmed by the hot, tight passage around him. He thrust in as far as he could, remembering the feeling of something within him being hit and InuYasha cried out, his eyes closing and his head going back. Miroku watched to see that he wasn’t hurt, but having heard InuYasha in pain before, he knew the sound was wrong. So he pulled his hips back, trembling when InuYasha contracted around him. He could barely contain himself, but he was trying to be gentle and slow, at least to start, but apparently, that wasn’t InuYasha’s desire, because he reached back, grabbed Miroku’s butt and pulled him forward, hard.
Miroku needed no further encouragement and took the lead, growing hotter and closer to orgasm with each stroke. He held himself back, desperately trying not to finish first, but knowing the control was about to rush out of him. Then InuYasha’s voice filled the air and he let go, pouring over that blinding edge of climax with a blissful cry. He held himself inside InuYasha until he could bear it no longer, then collapsed against his lover.
As they held each other, panting into the morning air, Miroku realized something for the first time. He looked at the hanyo his arm was slung across and his heart jumped. “I love you,” he whispered, afraid to say the words, but more afraid not to. InuYasha’s eyes went wide and he met Miroku’s, and then glanced away.
“Well, yeah, but did you have to say it?” InuYasha said, blushing.
“Are you saying you feel the same?” Miroku asked. The hanyo sighed.
“Ain’t it obvious? Jeez,” InuYasha grumbled, squeezing Miroku’s shoulder into his, but refusing to meet his eyes. Miroku understood and smiled.
“Do you love Kagome?” Miroku asked, suddenly.
“Do you love Sango?” InuYasha shot back. Surprised, Miroku thought about it.
“In a way,” he answered.
“Yeah,” InuYasha replied back. “It’s just not the same.”
“I’m certainly glad I kidnapped Kagome, then,” Miroku said, smiling. InuYasha didn’t say anything for a while and Miroku wondered if he had dozed off.
“Yeah, so am I,” he finally answered.
“InuYasha?”
“Yeah, what now?”
“Do you want to do it again?”
“Pervert,” InuYasha growled affectionately, pulling Miroku onto him to catch him in a kiss. “Aren’t you tired?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that,” Miroku answered. InuYasha laughed for a minute, then gold eyes met indigo and stayed.
“Yeah, me, either.”
The end.
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