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Evolution
By : Macx
Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Chapter List
- 1-Evolution
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 7-part 7
- 8-part 8
- 9-part 9
- 10-part 10
- 11-part 11
- 12-part 12
- 13-part 13
- 12
- 13
Kagome held her lover close, his breathing slowly return to normal,
as he gently nuzzled her neck. Kouga drew back himself slowly and she felt
him slide out of her. He threw something away, and, taking her in his arms,
pulled a blanket over their nude forms.
"Kagome," he whispered softly, warm hands gently stroking her back.
She closed her eyes, still dazzled about the things she had just done...
with Kouga. Somehow she had always imagined golden eyes instead of blue,
silvery hair instead of black...
"What's wrong, hun?"
"I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Inuyasha."
The hands on her back stilled for a moment.
"Inuyasha." His voice was toneless.
Kagome met the confused eyes and smiled. �Not like that, Kouga!�
�Then in what way?�
�You know�� Her voice was suddenly soft, thoughtful. �When I first came
to your time, into your world, I freed him.�
Kouga nodded, hands resuming the soothing pattern on her back.
�We didn�t really hit it off from start. He was rude, abrasive, tried
to kill me over the Shikon� but we became friends. I was fifteen, Kouga,
had never been in love. I developed a crush on him, I think. Back then
I didn�t know what it was. I couldn�t even be sure if it was me. I had
Kikyo�s soul and I was a lot like her in appearance, so� was that really
me?�
He was silent, listened, the hand never stilling.
�Then I met you. Well, you kidnapped me.� She chuckled. �And Inuyasha
came to rescue me. He did that a lot in those times. I was just a naïve
girl who could sense the shards. You and he� whenever you met you fought.
You claimed I was yours and Inuyasha� the way he acted I thought it was
a jealous boy-friend, but he could never express those emotions. I thought
he was incapable of it.�
Kagome fell silent, then sighed softly, her warm breath ghosting over
his skin.
�He could, but not with me. He found Miroku and while it was more than
just a shock for me, I accepted it. He was never meant to be with me. It
was just a silly believe.�
�Kagome��
She stilled his mouth with a finger. �No, it was. I was silly. A little
girl, emotionally not very grown up, and dreaming. I lived in a perfect
world. This was a fairy tale and I was the princess. I wasn�t. I know that
now. I was part of a team.�
�Kagome,� he mumbled around her finger.
�I know now that those feelings were foolish. They aren�t with you,
Kouga.�
Those blue eyes were bright with emotions and Kagome smiled more, feeling
her own overwhelm her.
�I thought I loved Inuyasha, but I know I love you.�
His mouth opened and his tongue brushed over her finger. She let her
hand fall away and then his lips were on hers, kissing her deeply, relaying
so much love and devotion, she felt the tears fall for real.
�You�re my woman,� he whispered, wiping her tears away.
Kouga held her close for a minute, before he placed a chaste kiss on
her nose and reached for his discarded shirt to clean himself up as best
as he could.
Kagome chuckled a little and his eyes danced. "If you want to take shower,
you know where the bathroom is."
"That a subtle hint?" she teased.
He grinned. "That's a precaution. You know how finely tuned my sense
of smelling is - and with you smelling like you do right now, we'll never
make it to the breakfast table."
"Is that right?" Kagome grinned, pulling her lover on top of her.
"You�re not up to more, love," he whispered, lips almost touching hers.
"How do you know?"
"I do."
Kouga's hand ghosted over her thighs and dipped in between, and though
it caused a jolt of pleasure, she also hissed with a sudden pain. It subsided
immediately but it surely had made itself known.
"It was your first time, Kagome. You're a little sore right now. Maybe
you'd like to take a bath."
Kagome blushed a little and he ran a gentle caress over the dusky cheeks.
"Sounds like a plan,� Kagome said. �You're scrubbing my back?"
"Oh, I don't know - do you insist?"
"Absolutely."
Kouga looked at her with a serious expression, thumbs gently caressing
her temples.
"I do love you. You know that, don't you?"
"You waited five hundred years for me."
"Yes, I did."
The kiss was sweet and slow, and Kagome ran her hand over the smooth
back of the man she loved. A wolf-youkai, the last of his kind...
"Kouga?"
"Hm?"
"Back then, when you declared me your woman...?"
"Yes?"
"You did it to piss off Inuyasha, right?"
Kouga chuckled. "Was it that obvious?"
"Sometimes."
"Well... yeah, sometimes I just wanted to see his face. But I meant
it, though. Don't you ever believe I just did it for dog face..."
"Kouga!"
"Errr... Inuyasha. I really fell in love with you right from the start.
Maybe I didn't really show it to you properly, but..."
"You had other things on your mind."
"And you loved Inuyasha."
�This is a different time now,� Kagome said seriously.
�It is. It�s our time.�
She embraced him tightly, feeling his warmth against her, his gentle
hold, his strength.
Their time.
Something she had wanted for so long.
I love you, she thought fervently.

* * *
Miroku leaned back into the bench and closed his eyes, enjoying the
warmth of the sun on his face. His mind was wandering back when this land
had been just that - land. Now it was a large buzzing city, concrete covering
most of the ground and there was only the occasional green spot or park
- like this arboretum.
Sango had shown foresight when they had constructed this building and
insisted on a large green recreation area that would give every employee
the possibility to relax. He sipped at his coffee and sighed silently -
it was nice and calm, but not the same as it had been - well, five hundred
years ago. He sensed the arrival of another person, but he knew his friends
and colleagues that well he didn't need to look up to know who it was.
"Mind if I join you?" Kouga asked quietly, and slipped onto the bench
when he made an inviting gesture.
Both men sat in silence, enjoying their beverages, but Miroku understood
that there was something on the youkai's mind.
"Tell," he finally said.
"There is nothing to tell..."
"Kouga, you've been edgy all day long. It's even more than your usual
restlessness when you're too long out of the countryside. And you came
here to talk to me, right?"
Miroku opened his eyes to see Kouga nod. The wolf youkai was gripping
his mug hard, staring into the brown liquid, and he looked very introspective.
"Is it about Kagome?" Miroku helped.
Kouga nodded again.
Miroku had picked up on their changing relationship right from the start.
He didn�t know how much Inuyasha knew, but even if he had discovered the
same rising interest, he had yet to act on it. And act he would. Miroku
was sure about it. For his partner, Kagome was a little sister he protected
fiercely � especially against perceived threats in form of a wolf youkai
he loved sparring with.
"I see. Hm, let me contemplate - if it is about Kagome I see several
options. You and her broke up?"
"No!"
"Then you had a fight?"
"No."
"There's someone else?"
"Definitely no."
"Then she didn't want to take your relationship to the next level and
you're ... err, discouraged?"
This time Kouga shot him a short glance that told Miroku he was on the
right path.
"Not... exactly," the youkai murmured.
"She did take it to the next level?"
"No... she skipped the next level."
"And went straight to... ?"
"She slept with me."
Now Miroku's eyebrows rose.
"And that's disturbing you why exactly?"
"She's nineteen."
"So?"
"She's young. I mean, I was her first and... "
"Was it good? For both of you?"
Kouga nodded warily.
"At least I think. She was very ... uh, explorative."
Miroku had to suppress a chuckle at the small blush the other man's
face was taking, and his slight movement. Must be one memory ...
"And now you aren't sure what she might expect from you?"
"Something like that. Nineteen is so young, Miroku."
"Kouga, remember when you first met her, when you declared her your
woman? She was fifteen then. Back in the feudal era, women started to give
birth at the age of fourteen or fifteen. It was no big deal, on the contrary.
It was common. You lived there, you've seen it. I remember hitting on a
girl when she was only eleven. I would have waited, of course, but still...
"
"Yeah. I was five hundred years younger then, too."
"Kouga, you waited those five hundred years to see her again. Do you
love her? Really love her?"
"Yes." There was no hesitation in the youkai's answer.
"And she loves you?"
"At least she told me so."
"Then I don't see your problem. Love her, Kouga. I bet that's all she
expects from you. Be there for her, as you have been in the last few years,
be her friend if she needs one, be her lover, her partner. That's all you
can do."
*

Inuyasha's reaction to his lover's announcment that Kouga and Kagome
had found each other was a mixed one. On one side he was happy that she
had found a partner, on the other he was growling and snarling and threatning
to wring the wolf's neck should he ever hurt her. Miroku watched it with
quiet amusement, finally pulling his life mate into his arms and silencing
his threats with a deep kiss.
"Confess. You want them to be happy."
Golden eyes flared with indignation, then relented. "As long as she's
happy� even with someone like him�" he huffed.
Miroku rested his head against Inuyasha's, chuckling. "Of course."
* * *
Miroku rolled from his side to his back, swearing slightly as the sheets
tangled around his legs. It wasn't too warm in his bedroom, yet he was
hot and sticky. Having felt restless the entire day, he closed his eyes
again, trying to even out his breathing and fall into a comforting meditation.
It didn't work and after another restless half hour he simply gave up.
It couldn't just be that his partner wasn't here with him, now could
it? He and Inuyasha had been apart before, and just because his lover had
been held up couldn't be the reason for his insomnia. Inuyasha had called
this afternoon and told him he would take a later flight which would arrive
the other morning. No big deal. Miroku admitted that he missed his hanyou
lover, had looked forward to this evening, but most certainly Inuyasha
would have wanted nothing but sleep. So why? What was wrong with him?
He sighed slightly, pulled his robe closed and went to his office. There
were always some bills and books waiting for him to take care of.
I feel like some love-sick fool, he chastised himself. We're life mates.
We spent five centuries together, and I pine because he's overdue from
a flight. He even called!
Shaking his head in disgust, he flicked on the lights. Still, the sense
of needing Inuyasha here was growing. It had never been this bad throughout
their prior separations. Heck, he had spent years apart from him while
studying other cultures and their magic.
What was wrong with him?
Miroku sat down on his office chair and studied the piles everywhere.
He would drown himself in work. Best cure for insomina there was.
*
Miroku realized he had been staring at his notes for almost ten minutes
now without even really seeing them. Rubbing his right hand absentmindedly
he scanned the numbers again, relieved to find he hadn't written anything
wrong.
His palm itched.
His left went to scratch over it, again and again, the skin already
red and sensitive. Still, he scratched on.
Another ten minutes later he gave a growl of disgust. There was no making
headway anywhere tonight! He couldn't sleep, he couldn't work, his sense
of needing Inuyasha was growing, and the itch drove him crazy.
Blunt nails scratched over flushed, hot skin.
A brief pain lanced through his palm.
Looking at his right hand he sucked in a slightly shocked breath. The
skin on his right palm was a purple red in a circle of about three centimeters,
the flesh swollen and hot. The whole thing looked dangerously inflamed,
but Miroku had no idea what could have caused this. Brushing over the flesh
carefully he found it was surprisingly numb, almost as if... as if it wasn't
really... there?
Shaking his head, blaming his tiredness and exhaustion, Miroku used
some pain-relieving salve to cover the infection and then wrapped a bandage
around it to keep himself from smearing the stuff everywhere. He swallowed
a few pain-killers just for good measure, hoping they would make him drowsy
enough to fall asleep.
They did.
When he woke the next morning the pain was gone, as was the itch, but
the inflammation remained.
He forgot about it the moment his life mate returned, as their bodies
entwined in an age-old dance, as pleasure took away his worries, his sleepless
nights, his pain..
~fin~
A/N: I'm sorry this last chapter was so late, but we suddenly had
a missing scene and couldn't find it. It was reconstructed as best as possible,
but things got lost. We apologize (even if you don't even know what was
lost <g>).
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Evolution	By : Macx Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.

Evolution