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Boys That Bathe Together	By : Xakana Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Miroku Views: 9197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Boys That Bathe Together
- 2-Boys That Bathe Together Part 2
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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, Angst, YAOI

Rating: NC-17

Codes: Inu/Miro (explicit), Inu/Kag (passing), Mir/San (referenced)

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Notes: I know I said I was done with Inu/Miro, but I guess I was wrong. I�ve come to enjoy this pairing and I thought I�d do it differently than I did in �The Night They Were Alone�.
Boys That Bathe Together� Chapter 2
Miroku woke the next morning with tears on his face. He brushed them away, ignoring the stiffness in his body. He forced himself to stand, despite the throbbing in his head and the protestations of his legs and back. He continued walking forward, determined not to see his friends again. He just wanted this to be over so he could either move on with his life or stop having to live it. It was a dangerous combination.
He steadfastly avoided the shichinintai, skirting around Jakotsu when he nearly stumbled into him. The last thing he needed was to be slowed down by that idiot. It frustrated him enough that Jakotsu could openly flirt with InuYasha when he, the one actually fucking him, could not. Miroku�s thoughts were not kind and he wasn�t sure if he loathed himself or InuYasha more right then. A fine anger had replaced the devastation that had gripped him all through the night and it came as a physical shock when he walked into the barrier at Mount Hakurei.
The pain he had been sifting through suddenly seemed insignificant. For a moment, he was overwhelmed, haunted by every bad thing he had ever done. Then it passed. He still felt sick, but it was tolerable. He looked around, trying to discover the source of his discomfort, and then he realized that he had just passed through the most powerful holy barrier he had ever experienced. �There�s no way Naraku is here,� he thought, turning back. Unfortunately, turning back meant that he had to stop and think. He had been running blindly for a long time, trying to stifle his thoughts and now, here he was, uncertain, alone and with nothing but his own mind for company.
Miroku started retracing his steps, trying to find Jakotsu. Fighting was something he could handle right then. He was halfway back when he realized just how shocky he was feeling and he stopped. If he went into a fight like this, he would die. Miroku had never been one to instigate a fight unless for an exorcism and a zombie wasn�t really an exorcism. He fell more into the realm of soul-saving, but Miroku didn�t believe that Jakotsu had any redeeming factors. Technically, Miroku wasn�t supposed to differentiate between murder and innocent, but he was flawed, he knew that.
So he stopped and sat down, trying to think of what to do next. They had been so certain Naraku had come this way, but Miroku didn�t believe the evil youkai could be behind that barrier. He wasn�t certain a youkai could even be this close to the barrier. If InuYasha were here� Miroku hit the ground with his fist. He put his head in his hands and tried to think, but his brain kept going in circles. It kept going back to InuYasha.
�Well, well, who do we have here? Oh, if it isn�t the sexy monk,� a voice carried to him from his left. He didn�t bother to look. He knew who it was. The fight had come to him after all, then. He slowly climbed to his feet, his back to the zombie.
�Let�s get this over with,� Miroku said quietly.
�Oh, no. You�re far too cute to rush it,� Jakotsu answered. Miroku lifted his staff, spinning around when he heard the clank of Jakotsu�s sword. One piece sliced his shoulder, but he managed to block most of it.
�You know, I am really getting sick of you,� Miroku hissed, swinging his staff. Jakotsu sidestepped it effortlessly and Miroku jumped back when he saw the dead man�s wrist twitch. The sword missed him, though just barely and he cursed the shikon no kakera animating Jakotsu for the reason he couldn�t just suck him into his wind tunnel. He decided to take a chance and rushed Jakotsu, managing to land a hit with the razor edge of his staff while dodging the sword, but Jakotsutou got him on the way back. He barely felt it and knew it had to be deep. His shoulder started to get cold and he took the time to glance at the blood soaking through the purple cloth. He swung again and missed, not as concerned as he should have been when parts of his vision started to go.
�Are you starting to die?� Jakotsu asked. Miroku couldn�t quite focus on his face. �How sad, I was hoping you would last longer.� Jakotsu was suddenly standing over him and Miroku was on the ground, on his knees. �So, come on, beg me for your life. Or better yet, why don�t you start crying? It�s all right, you know. You�re going to die.� Miroku felt as though he was hearing Jakotsu talking from a great distance now. None of the words had meaning. He didn�t care. He realized that part of him had been waiting for InuYasha to save him. �See? It feels good, doesn�t it?� Miroku glanced up and realized that he was crying. A part of him had just broken. Not from his impending death, though that did bother him more than he wanted to admit, but from the realization that he really had lost InuYasha.
�InuYasha�� Miroku whispered.
�Huh?� Jakotsu looked around. �Where?� Miroku�s head fell to his chest, giving up and waiting for the deathblow. �That wasn�t very nice, getting my hopes up. This is about you and me,� the zombie was still speaking, but Miroku didn�t care. Not until Jakotsu touched him. It was just a light touch, a finger on his cheek, wiping away a tear, but it was reminiscent of the way InuYasha would sometimes touch his face. Something in Miroku snapped then. He blinked in confusion as he realized he had just shoved his staff through the dead man�s throat. He had done it without thinking at all. Jakotsu�s body fell to the ground, his head rolling a length away. It had exposed the shikon no kakera. Unconsciously, Miroku plucked it from his body, then fell across the bones and armor that were left, passing out from blood loss and thinking �At least I took the bastard with me.�
InuYasha kept trying to get close to Kagome all evening, but every time he thought they were alone, Sango walked over to them and Kagome would get up and go off with her, looking for Miroku. He had told them that he saw him take off in the middle of the night and didn�t know what his problem was. Now both girls were worried about him and Kagome was mad at InuYasha for not stopping him. InuYasha couldn�t tell her that he had chased Miroku away for her, because he would have to admit to her why he had done so.
What�s more, InuYasha was upset that Miroku was gone. It was his own fault, but he felt the way he did every time he chased Kagome off. The second day, a sense of panic had set into him that he didn�t understand. He finally began to help the girls find Miroku. He couldn�t find his scent at first and he picked Kagome up and began running around frantically searching for it.
�InuYasha, what�s wrong? Yesterday you said you didn�t care that Miroku left,� Kagome said. �In fact, I believe your words were �good riddance.�� InuYasha ignored the questions and set Kagome down to sniff deep in the dirt. The scent he caught wasn�t reassuring at all. He smelled grave soil. �What is it?� Kagome asked when he stood up.
�Shichinintai,� he answered, unhappily. He heard Kagome�s heart speed up in fear. He suddenly wanted to take back what he had done and said. He wanted to go back and be kind to Miroku. He wanted to take back the way he had used him and take away the hurt. But he couldn�t. All he could do was hope that he was safe and ask him to come back. But he didn�t want to have that conversation in front of Kagome. He looked at her and frowned.
�What?�
�Oi! Sango!� InuYasha yelled. Sango flew down on Kirara.
�Yes?�
�Take Kagome. I�m going to look for Miroku from the ground. You try to find him from the air,� InuYasha said. Kagome nodded and climbed up behind Sango and Shippo on Kirara. They took to the skies and InuYasha took off as fast as he could, searching everywhere for Miroku�s scent. It took him almost an hour to find it, but it was there. Not fresh, but enough for him to track. He followed it for almost three hours before he stumbled on the bodies.
InuYasha skidded to a halt and froze in place. All he could smell was Miroku�s blood and he saw the remains of what was obviously Jakotsu, going off the sword in the skeletal hand and the kimono. InuYasha ran to Miroku and grabbed his shoulder, pulling his hand back when it touched the cold, sticky cloth. He forced himself to touch it again and rolled Miroku onto his back. He leaned down and breathed a sigh of relief at the shallow sound of his breathing and the weak fluttering of his heart. He wasted no time undressing Miroku, something he had down to an art. His hands shook as fond memories of pulling back these robes filled his mind and he choked, biting his tongue to stop the tears that threatened to rise.
He hissed at the sucking sound of wet cloth being peeled back from where the blood had glued it to the soft skin and glared at the gash. Blood welled up afresh and he wadded up the material in his palm and shoved it back down to stop the fresh flow. He pushed back the robes and found the deep wound against Miroku�s ribs, which had never stopped bleeding. He pushed the flesh back together, fear for Miroku flooding him at the sight of the bone. He didn�t know how to fix these wounds. They were too severe.
�Inu�� Miroku whispered. InuYasha�s ears perked forward and he glanced around out of habit before leaning close to Miroku�s face. ��Yasha��
�I�m here,� InuYasha responded. Miroku�s dull eyes opened slightly and the hanyo had to bite his tongue again. The trick worked, as it always had, and the tears vanished before they could show themselves.
�Why?� Miroku asked.
�Why what?� InuYasha asked, a thousand �why�s filling his head.
��are you here?� Miroku finished. InuYasha�s hand convulsed into the material of Miroku�s robe, gripping it so tightly his hand shook.
�I�m sorry,� he whispered. At that moment, it was all he could think. �Don�t die,� he said, pressing his lips to Miroku�s cold forehead. It was the most tender expression he had ever offered him. �You treat me like a whore.� Miroku�s words echoed in his mind, irrefutable, cold and loathsome. �He didn�t expect me to come,� InuYasha thought, furious with himself. �I sent him off to die alone and he knew it.� Miroku�s eyes widened and his arm twitched under InuYasha�s hand, trying to lift. �Don�t move,� InuYasha said. He looked up at the sky and tried to see Kirara.
He was in luck this time, because Sango was waving at him from the fire cat�s back and he wondered how much they had seen. He decided that it didn�t matter for now and hoped against hope that Kagome would know what to do. They landed a few minutes later and InuYasha looked back down at Miroku, who had passed out again. The girls came running as fast as they could, Kirara running behind them.
�I can�t stop the bleeding,� InuYasha said, feeling it trickling between his fingers. �I don�t know what to do. He�s lost too much blood.� Both women gave him a strange look and he tried to ignore it, aware of the desperate sound of his voice and uncharacteristic behavior.
�There was a village a short way to the east,� Sango said. �They might have a doctor there, we should see if they do.� InuYasha nodded and looked back down at Miroku, whose life he literally held in his hands.
�I don�t think he can be moved,� InuYasha said. Sango nodded.
�I�ll go and be back as soon as I can,� she said, getting on Kirara and taking to the sky. Kagome knelt by InuYasha and began rifling through her backpack.
�Let me see his shoulder,� she said. His rib injury was very clearly beyond her first aid kit�s capabilities. InuYasha reluctantly pulled the robes back and heard Kagome�s intake of breath. She grabbed some antiseptic wipes and began cleaning it quickly. �It�s not as bad as it looks,� Kagome said, revealing a much smaller cut than InuYasha had imagined making so much blood. But then, it wasn�t really that much blood, he realized. Just the pressure he had been applying had caused it to clot again. Without the cloth being inside it this time, it hadn�t reopened.
�Yeah, but this one is,� he said as she dressed the shoulder wound.
�We need to wake him up and make him drink this,� Kagome said, pulling a bottle from her pack. �It�s that horrible stuff that Myoga makes for blood loss,� Kagome explained. �Miroku?� she called.
�Miroku!� InuYasha barked, shaking him a little. Miroku�s eyes opened and blinked rapidly.
�You need to drink this,� Kagome said. Miroku tried to lift his hand; at least, that�s what InuYasha supposed he was doing, judging by the tremors in his arm.
�I don�t think he can sit up,� InuYasha said, frowning. Kagome looked down at his twitching fingers and nodded. She tried to lift his head and put it in his mouth, but most of the first try slid out the side of his mouth. Kagome sighed.
�I guess you�re going to get that mouth to mouth pass you asked for when the saimyosho poisoned you,� Kagome said. She looked off to the side. �I wish Sango had stayed.
�Do you want me to do it?� Shippo asked, peeking out from behind her bag, where he had been hiding from all the blood.
�Oh, give it here,� InuYasha growled, grabbing the bottle and unscrewing the lid, too worried about Miroku to care what they thought. �It can�t be as gross as you were all complaining,� he grunted. He tipped the foul concoction into his mouth and nearly spit it back out. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Miroku�s and pushed the liquid into his mouth. His lips worked as a seal to keep it in and Miroku swallowed convulsively.
�It�s working!� Kagome said. InuYasha grunted again and forced himself to take another mouthful and passed it again. His tongue pushed the last of it in and he tried not to react when Miroku�s tongue slid up along his. �Even when he�s dying, he�s a lecher,� InuYasha thought. �At least he�s consistent.� InuYasha sat back up and looked down at Miroku. Some color was back in his cheeks and InuYasha wondered if it was the potion�s doing or his own kiss.
�I was wrong, that is horrible,� InuYasha said, glaring at the bottle.
�Just one more,� Kagome said. InuYasha glanced at her, feeling guilty. She was looking at him with something approaching adoration in her eyes. He blushed and looked back down at the medicine. Here she was, thinking him self-sacrificing, and he was the reason Miroku had been hurt and was even enjoying the excuse to press his lips to the monk�s. He felt like a real bastard right at that moment. He turned back to Miroku and saw the life that had returned to his eyes and immediately regretted considering asking Kagome to pass the last of it. He had a sneaking suspicion that Miroku would be able to swallow it this time on his own, but was enjoying forcing InuYasha to feed it to him.
So, in repentance for his treatment of Miroku, InuYasha poured the horrible tonic into his mouth one last time and transferred it into Miroku�s. He lingered a little this time, letting his tongue circle Miroku�s while being very careful not to move his lips and give away the pleasure he was deriving from the contact. He made sure he had a scowl on his face as he sat back up, keeping his eyes closed since he didn�t think he could lie with them as well as the rest of his face.
�There, that�s the last of it,� he grumbled. When he opened his eyes, he saw Miroku and Kagome looking at him with such similar expressions that he wanted to run away. If his hand hadn�t been the one holding Miroku�s worst wound closed, he would have. He was very grateful for the sight of Sango running to him with a strange man next to her; until he caught the scent of the man. His hackles rose and he growled. Sango froze, but the man didn�t stop right away. He took a few more steps, until he could see the injuries, then he looked away.
�He is very badly wounded,� the man said.
�What is it, InuYasha?� Sango asked, but then she saw Kagome�s look and she glared at the man in front of her in confusion. �He was the doctor at the village. Many spoke highly of his skills��
�Yes, I am the doctor Suikotsu,� the man said.
�You�re one of the shichinintai,� InuYasha hissed, pulling Miroku unconsciously closer to his body.
�I don�t know what you�re talking about,� Suikotsu said. �I am a part of no army. I am a doctor.�
�Yeah, we ain�t falling for the same trick twice,� InuYasha growled. �Your friend already tried to pull something like this.�
�My friend? You must be mistaken. No one that I would call a friend would harm anyone,� he insisted. �Please. I do not like the sight of blood, but your friend needs my help, immediately. If you are concerned about my skills, feel free to observe. I will explain everything as I do it,� he said. InuYasha was confused. The man was afraid, but didn�t seem to be lying. He wanted to tear his throat out and be done with it, but Miroku�s life was at stake. There was little he could do to harm him further and if he was as he said, perhaps he could save him. InuYasha nodded curtly and started to move away. �No, please do not remove your hand. I may need your assistance.� InuYasha nodded again, a territorial growl escaping despite himself.
Suikotsu was true to his word and explained every step of the way what he was doing. InuYasha�s growling chased him off once all that was left was wrapping bandages and Kagome was able to do that without incident. InuYasha had sniffed every salve for poison, checked every movement for sabotage and had to admit that the doctor had done more than he had expected could be done, despite looking woozy every time a little blood seeped out.
�Can you take me back?� Suikotsu asked Sango, glancing nervously at InuYasha, who still made it very clear what he thought of the doctor�s scent. He had seen Kagome�s look�Suikotsu had a shikon shard. He didn�t want to send Sango back alone, though. He refused to send Kagome, but if he left her behind, it would be just as bad. So he nodded to Sango, trusting that she and Kirara would be safe together. Sango nodded back, then smiled at the doctor, as did Kagome.
�Thank you very much, Suikotsu-sama,� Sango said.
�Yes, thank you,� Kagome said. She was fingering the tear in Miroku�s robes, obviously trying to discover the best way to repair it.
�You�re welcome. I�m just glad I was able to close the wound. Don�t move him any time soon and he might recover.� Suikotsu climbed up behind Sango.
When Kirara had taken to the air, Kagome turned to InuYasha. �If I take this home, I�m sure my mom can wash and fix it,� she said. InuYasha looked down at Miroku. He wished the monk�s robes had the same regenerative powers as his fire rat kimono. He slid his haori off and laid it across Miroku�s chest.
�As soon as Sango gets back, borrow Kirara,� InuYasha said.
�You�re really worried about him,� Kagome observed, kneeling next to him.
�This is my fault,� InuYasha confessed.
�Huh? How?�
�Miroku left because we had an argument,� the hanyo said carefully.
�About what?� Kagome asked.
�Doesn�t matter,� InuYasha evaded. �If I hadn�t been so stubborn, he wouldn�t have been hurt,� InuYasha said.
�Miroku said himself that he preferred to live a solitary life when we met him,� Kagome reasoned. �If he chose to go off on his own, why would you worry? He took care of himself for a long time before we ever met.�
�You were worried,� InuYasha pointed out.
�I didn�t know he left for a stupid reason,� Kagome shot back.
�Besides, every time we�ve been separated lately, the shichinintai have attacked,� InuYasha commented.
�Looks like Miroku took out Jakotsu,� Kagome said. �But where is his shard?�
�Probably wherever the other two went. I wouldn�t think Miroku would let it go easily, but he wasn�t conscious when I got here.�
�His hair pin�s gone, too,� Kagome noticed.
�Who cares about that weird-ass?� InuYasha hissed. He glared at the bones and resisted the urge to kick the skull across the field, resenting the grin it wore, as though he was thinking something perverted, even in death, and was happy about it. After a few minutes he changed his mind and walked over to it and kicked it as hard as he could. He felt a little better for it until he turned around and saw the appalled look on Kagome�s face.
�I can�t believe you did that,� she said. �That was gross.�
�I feel better,� InuYasha responded.
�To each their own,� Kagome replied. �One man�s horror is another�s therapy, I suppose.�
�Yeah,� InuYasha said, not really sure what she meant. He sat down next to her. Kagome leaned against his arm and he clenched his fist against his leg, angry at himself for the fact that he would have given up Miroku for this just the day before.
�What�s wrong?� Kagome asked. InuYasha looked down into her eyes and she blushed. He looked away. �What did she see in my eyes?� he wondered. Kagome scooted away and InuYasha watched as she gathered Miroku�s robes and went to ask Sango to borrow Kirara.
�I�ll watch over Miroku,� InuYasha said, turning back to the monk.
�Are you sure?� Kagome asked.
�Yeah. I�ll be fine.�
�We�ll be back in a couple days!� Kagome said as she got on Kirara. InuYasha watched her go, irritated. He hated when she left. Even now, when it was going to give him the privacy with Miroku that he wanted, he didn�t want her to go; at least not as far as the Bone Eater�s Well. The confusion that had driven him to chase Miroku away set in again and he sighed.
�I�m sure you can get there and back in two days!� InuYasha called irritably. It wasn�t like Kirara flew slowly.
�It may take three if I go to class,� Kagome called back. InuYasha stood up to yell back, but she was waving and out of her hearing range, so he saved his breath.
�Don�t want to be alone with me?� Miroku whispered. InuYasha spun around and knelt by him.
�I told you I was confused,� InuYasha growled at the smirk on Miroku�s face.
�So then you still wish to stop meeting at night?� Miroku asked, his smile fading. His eyes looked sad and resigned.
�No,� InuYasha said. �But�� the hanyo looked away from the hope filling the monk�s eyes.
�I won�t tell Kagome if you don�t tell Sango,� Miroku said. InuYasha turned back to him. A weak hand had found his and he quickly grasped it, seeing the strain it caused Miroku to even move it. A moment later, he found himself kissing the knowing smirk off Miroku�s lips. He ignored the lingering hint of medicine in his taste and just concentrated on how much better Miroku felt: warmer, less stiff. He knew that Miroku would be just fine. �Still confused?� Miroku asked, his eyes still closed from the kiss after it broke.
�Yeah, but we�ll figure it out,� InuYasha said. �As long as we�re together.�
�Hmm,� Miroku said dreamily, happy that InuYasha had laid his head in his lap. Miroku looked up at him from said lap, enjoying the warmth of the fire rat robe and the heat coming off InuYasha himself. �I�m already starting to feel better.�
�Do you need anything?� InuYasha asked.
�Yes,� Miroku said, a wicked smile curving his lips. �I would love a bath.�
The End.
Thanks to HM and Bood-Red for reviewing! I am considering a sequel, but no breath-holding. It's entirely up to my muse there. But this was the end of this story.
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