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Liar
By : daiyumi69
Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Liar

By:
daiyumi

Disclaimer:
Inuyasha belongs to lady Rumiko Takahashi.

Pairing:
Sesshoumaru x Kouga, Inuyasha x Miroku (implied)

Summary:
Sesshoumaru shows Kouga who is in charge and teaches him a lesson.
Later on, Miroku and the others head toward Kaede’s village
with an unconscious, injured wolf in their care…

Warning:
Lemon, fluffy bondage (giggle), spanking, language.

Dai
note: I just don’t see Sesshoumaru as being a sadist (cough)…
more like a possessive, egotistical, incredibly beautiful and
stubborn asshole 99% of the time. Did I forget to say narcissist?
When I think of S&M, there’s only one person who really
comes to mind: Naraku. Sooo, this chapter may have a little of what
is considered S&M, but not too much really, and not beyond this
chapter as I’m not really a fan of it. Okay, okay so maybe
there will be some more sadistic action from Sesshoumaru in later
chapters. By the way, I am totally new to this subject and know about
this much about it zilch so be nice! I'm a work in progress.

Dai
thanks: REVIEWERS and critics alike and my beta.

Chapter
2 Reprimanding

Sesshoumaru
took his time sampling the area of delicate skin located beneath the
ookami's jawbone, lingering in select places, leaving bright marks as
evidence of what was transpiring. He slowly and gently passed his
claws vertically along the ookami’s sides, reaching down with
one hand and firmly grasping the writhing prince’s bottom.

Kouga
relaxed wholly against the trunk of the tree, delighting in the
caresses Sesshoumaru gave him, unaware of the crazed look inhabiting
the inu’s eyes. Jerkily, he lurched forward with another moan
when the dominating inu coarsely ground his hips against his own. He
reached trembling arms behind the larger youkai’s back as his
leg was elevated and encircled about the other’s waist. Those
skillful lips abandoned his over sensitized neck and he made a small
noise in the back of his throat, happy once again when they instead
pushed against his own. The daiyoukai invaded the ookami’s
orifice, distracting him while he seized the wolf’s limbs,
deliberately pinning them above his head for later use. Kouga moved
against his lover wanting to touch him again, finding that he
couldn’t move his arms from the position they were in above his
head. He made a slight tug, and broke the feverish kiss frowning,
gazing upward. Looking back down at the inu slowly backing away, he
furrowed his brows in confusion.

Sesshoumaru
had cunningly entwined his mokomoko taut about Kouga’s wrists,
allowing his feet to remain on the ground. The other end of the
fluffy boa remained wrapped around a thick branch on the tree.
Seemingly unsatisfied, Sesshoumaru leapt into the tree. Grabbing hold
of the boa, he unraveled it and walked towards the center of the
sturdy branch. Kouga tried resisting against being pulled under the
middle of the tree branch, but Sesshoumaru pulled harder.

“Sesshoumaru,
what in the hell are you doing?”

Choosing
to simply not answer the questioning wolf, the daiyoukai began to
lift the flailing wolf into the air by means of the attached boa.
Kouga felt the ground beneath him disappear and looked down,
discovering that he was being lifted into the air by the fur attached
to his wrists, leaving his feet to dangle in the air.

Finding
a suitable enough height, Sesshoumaru stopped and tied the fur
securely to the spot, smiling in satisfaction. Kouga once more tried
pulling his arms apart to attempt ripping the soft material, but it
wouldn’t budge, nor would the branch.

“Grrr…
Sesshoumaru!”

Kouga
started at the outright suddenness of Sesshoumaru landing in front of
him. The white haired demon wordlessly reached forward and grabbed at
the wolf youkai’s chin, pushing their mouths together to
contain him. Backing away, the powerful demon began circling his
victim, watching him with a methodical gaze. His golden stare swept
over the confused and irritated wolf, contemplating. Stopping, he
leered uncontrollably.

Standing
flush against the ookami’s backside, he reached an arm around
the front of the anxious body, casually undoing the ties that held
the protective armor in place. His katana, used mainly for
decoration, lay already forgotten off to the side. Sliding the top
half off, Sesshoumaru lazily ran his fingers over the now bare
stomach. He moved that same hand upwards until it found a semi-rigid
nub, rotating it between his fingers. He played along the bound
youkai’s earlobe, biting friskily, finally moving down to work
on the agitated neck area.

Leaning
Kouga’s body back to rest against his, he put that same red nub
into his mouth, suckling it gently. Kouga gasped as he moved the
other hand to knead his scrotal sac. Feeling Kouga’s arousal
increase, he pulled away again out of bodily reach. Kouga growled in
aggravation at the constant teasing, getting ready to give the white
youkai a piece of his mind, the other beat him to it.

“Would
you like me to continue?”

“What
do you think? Just get on with it and quit fucking teasing!”

“Very
well.”

Kouga
felt the sudden sting of Sesshoumaru’s open handed slap against
his rear cheek. Both the ookami and the monk jolted at the strident
noise and the sensation that traveled along their spines. The
towering youkai brought his hand down again, loudly smacking the
tanned wolf’s round cheeks causing them to jiggle in agitation.

Sesshoumaru
subsequently turned his body slightly, and gradually propelled his
arm forward again and again in a continuous volley of strikes until
Kouga at last pleaded for him to stop. Kouga shivered once more, as
the lusty demon lowered down onto his haunches and ran his tongue
over the sensitive flesh.

Miroku
sat perched not too far away from them, eyes wide in fascination, his
mouth slightly open. This had by far topped any of his previous
sinful fantasies.

Sesshoumaru
reached a hand out, running it over the ookami’s bottom softly.
Stepping back, he let out a small surge of energy. Kouga felt the
small rise of energy, but thought nothing of it.

Sesshoumaru
lazily traced invisible patterns along Kouga’s back, caressing
his rump with the whip-like object. Kouga felt his flesh prickle with
sensation whenever Sesshoumaru would pass the object along his
over-sensitized skin. Sesshoumaru held his energy whip in hand,
flicking his wrist forward so that it just barely made contact with
the ookami’s upper back. Kouga, not expecting the hit, jerked.

He
hit him a second time with a little more force lower on his back,
beginning to strike in a figure eight pattern over the broad area of
skin. Kouga, with his demon blood, could tolerate the strikes that
Sesshoumaru dealt out, and though it stung, it hurt in a good way as
the pain that he originally felt began to dull away and the strikes
became fairly pleasurable.

Sensing
the ookami relax a bit, Sesshoumaru hit lower this time, sharper.

“Ah!”

Satisfaction
flickered over his eyes briefly. Having only put just enough of his
youki into the whip to generate it, it wouldn’t do Kouga any
serious harm, only sting a great deal.

Glaring
bright red shone an angry, long welt running lengthwise along Kouga’s
right posterior cheek.

“Shit!
You're still pissed aren't you!”

The
previously indifferent youkai chuckled deeply, from behind the wolf,
to himself briefly. Coming to stand at his front he removed the tawny
headband and sliced through the piece of leather holding the ookami's
hair in place, letting the inky hair fall past abused cheeks.

Kouga
stared into the demon’s eyes, which were for the greater part
red, encircling the deep blue iris in the middle. All of his markings
were elongated and the moon on his forehead looked more intense in
hue. Sesshoumaru noticed the speculation and smiled exposing his
dangerously razor-sharp fangs.

“'Pissed'?
Oh no, I'm not 'pissed'
Kouga. What reason
would I have to be, as you say 'pissed'?”

His
ominous, caressing fingertips halted in their position, the talons
starting to dig into the ookami's skin. Eyes staring at Kouga, but
not really seeing, narrowed as he spoke in a trance seemingly to
himself, gradually letting his youkai take over.

“This
Sesshoumaru has no reason to worry, because you are mine. Kouga.”

“Wha-”

Kouga
hissed when the fingers dug deeper and slashed across his cheek. Eyes
now back in focus of his desired one, the inuyoukai licked the
coppery essence from his hand. Inch by inch, his youkai overtook his
form and he was merciless to stop it in its rage of jealousy. As the
last bit of restraint on the beast slipped, the youki inhabiting the
whip increased making it crackle as it sparked with a tremendous
store of energy.

“I
think I may have given you too much freedom but, you will soon learn
your place ookami.”

Kouga
tensed at the uncontrolled amount of anger contained in the livid
demon's speech, regretting his decision of letting things get to
where they did with the monk, immensely. 'How did I get
myself into this? Oh yeah, that perverted monk. Fuck. I
need to get me and that stupid monk out of here until this jealous
bastard can calm his youkai.' He
clawed at the fluffy object, but
it proved to be near
indestructible. He could feel the enjoyment coming off of youkai in
large waves, when his attempt failed.

“Are
you near done?”

The
icy tone in the youkai's voice indicated he was annoyed, that is
until he laughed. By now, Kouga was frantic at the random moods of
the daiyoukai in front of himself. He had no idea when the other
would attack, but it wasn't like he was waiting around to find out
either. Using his body weight and the force of gravity, he pulled
with strength against the branch
and a newfound strand of hope surfaced when the branch made a tiny
snap. He kept his body moving, hoping the branch would give way and
snap.

Snarling,
Sesshoumaru walked over to the tree placing his palm against the
trunk sending a portion of his youki into the trunk. The tree thrived
with the unlimited amount power from the unearthly being, growing in
size and strength, sprouting new twigs. Removing his smooth limb from
the enlarged tree, he delighted in seeing the ookami's panic.

Miroku
admired the youkai's ability. Even though it may not have been for
the right purpose, the youkai had in fact helped the tree. It stood
alone amongst the others, not only in sheer size and girth, but in
its richness as well. Who knew that the once average tree
could bring forth such
beautiful blossoms?

Even
as enraged and
wild as the inuyoukai appeared amid the exquisite backdrop, or as
despairing and frantic the suspended ookami prince seemed, it all fit
together. They portrayed the fanciful tale of cat and mouse, the
pursuer playing with its catch before consuming it whole.

There
was no way of escaping him now, and Kouga knew this. He told himself
that he would go through this with his pride still intact if nothing
else. He hoped he could at least salvage that.

“I
can hear your heart racing. Tell me, are you frightened Kouga?”

Sesshoumaru's
clawed hand moved to rest over the rapidly beating organ, feeling it
jump a bit. Kouga's breath hitched, his blood running cold, the
clawed hand making as if to puncture his chest. To his relief, the
hand moved across to the right breast, settling on his slight ribs.

“Don't
worry. I wouldn't want to kill my precious wolf now would I? Maybe
just hurt him a little.”

The
hand settling on Kouga's ribs thrust inward, puncturing them through,
before pulling out again. Kouga screamed in pain, as the wound
sizzled hotly. Sesshoumaru's acidic poison had been released into the
wound, burning his insides and preventing his youkai body from
repairing itself effectively. The taste of fresh, adrenaline fueled
blood excited his youkai further, cleaning the red substance from his
delicate digits.

“This
is just the beginning wolf.”

He
plunged his blood smeared tongue into Kouga's trembling mouth,
letting the bound prince taste his own life essence, dominating his
lax orifice. The wound smarted as the daiyoukai pressed against him
without remorse.

“Se-Ah!
Se- Sesshoumaru-”

“It
is too late for begging wolf.”

“U-AH!”

The
powerful whip cut across his back with more force than ever before,
splitting the skin open where it made contact. The next one followed
soon after, not giving him a pause in his suffering to recover,
leaving another stinging narrow mark. After several more penetrating
bites, he soon lost count, the adamant daiyoukai placed
random hits on his straining body. His agonizing screams, before
long, lapsed into one another, altogether changing into sharp,
high-pitched canine yelps singing the song of his suffering.

Gripping
his rosary beads tighter in his hand, Miroku, even in his sincere
devastation, could do nothing. Using his wind tunnel, was useless if
he managed to pull Kouga in too, not mentioning Sesshoumaru killing
him for even attempting to unravel the beads. He had one more option,
his ofuda. Cautiously, he reached into his robe, but the small
movement caught the daiyoukai's keen sense of hearing and sight, his
pointed ear twitching.

“Do
not attempt to move if you value your life monk.”

“Miro-ku.”

“Even
Kouga here is trying to warn you of your stupidity. I would kill you
before you even drew your last breath monk.”

At
first, this play between Sesshoumaru and Kouga had been arousing,
even somewhat entertaining. But, now however, he felt…
afraid. He had watched and
endured as the powerful daiyoukai placed lash after horrible lash on
the wolf’s welt ridden back. He wasn’t sure if the
whimpers were coming from the semi-conscious wolf or from his own
throat.

Kouga’s
yelp turned into a loud cry as Sesshoumaru lashed him roughly one
last time, the energy whip wet with his own blood. Miroku gasped when
he could unfortunately see the damage of what the contradictory
youkai had imposed. Lacerations of different depths and lengths
covered Kouga's exposed body, appearing more often than not on his
torso, posterior, and legs. Glimpses of his bone shown through the
mess of blood splayed on his torso, as the acid constantly ate away
at the wound.

Sesshoumaru
turned at the sound and exposed his sharp canines
at the expression on the
monk’s face.
It widened further, smoothing down into a grin when he saw the blood
that had splattered onto the monk’s creamy cheek.

“Something
wrong, monk?”

Miroku
dared not move an inch, in any chance Sesshoumaru decided to turn his
demented attentions on him. Pained whimpering drew the youkai’s
wandering attention back to his wolf. He sympathetically licked
Kouga’s cheek where he'd placed four deep gashes with his
claws, closing the wound.

The
daiyoukai disrobed, throwing his clothing into an untidy pile,
freeing his long kept disclosed erection. Kouga let out a hiss when
the youkai roughly gripped his lacerated thighs, wrapping them about
his waist. Sesshoumaru wet his fingers generously using his slick
saliva, the blood on them dried and sticky, maneuvering them around
until he found the entrance he was looking for, plunging in his two
fingers. Kouga's head lay on his untouched, clean shoulder
uncomfortably. Breathing raggedly, he groaned when the daiyoukai
added more fingers, working quickly, stretching him. They were
removed all too soon. The
daiyoukai positioned himself
and made one penetrating
thrust. Kouga’s
head snapped
back at the suddenness. He moved slowly at first, going in deeper
with each thrust, his tempo building gradually.

Miroku
once again, against his will, sprung to life watching Kouga being
literally bounced on Sesshoumaru's lap.

Sesshoumaru
pulled his hips down to meet his, Kouga's hair flailing without a
care in its unbound state. The daiyoukai thrust upward hard, going
deeper within Kouga; the
ookami moaned.
Keeping a tight grip on one hip, he reached one of the few places the
whip did not graze
and began to stroke it with intensity. Kouga clawed at the tie that
held him, with being handled so roughly, nearly wailing.

“Oh-”

His
vocals stopped, Sesshoumaru finding and pounding into that beloved
spot, again and again. The daiyoukai took hold of his long flowing
hair in one hand, pulling, arching his back further, his hands
straining in the boa. His eyes closed shut tight, as the pleasure
built. Sesshoumaru was now
hitting it with dead accuracy.

“Cum
for me Kouga.”

Bracing
his feet into the soft earth, Sesshoumaru drove into him at an
inhuman speed, his hand moving over the smooth rod, milking the
exhausted prince. Kouga's mouth formed an 'O', his eyes splitting
open, screaming his pleasure. His cream colored essence erupted,
painting their stomachs before he passed out
on the still moving demon.

Miroku
grunted and felt the abrupt wetness in his priestly robes.
He sat there for a while, as
he was unable to move.

Sesshoumaru
sank his elongated fangs into the limp form of Kouga, releasing
himself inside the limp body not too soon after. Catching his breath
for a few minutes, the beast dominating Sesshoumaru's form slowly
receded, his eyes returning back to their normal golden hue. Pulling
out of the unconscious youkai carefully, he surveyed the extent of
the damage.

Looking
over Kouga's abused person, he blanched. He had not meant for things
to get like this, to hurt Kouga in the way that he did. His inner
youkai had been furious when it saw Kouga with the monk, and it took
it upon itself to decide to mark Kouga as his mate. Before the
daiyoukai could review further, the wind shifted and he could smell
his brother’s scent not too far off. Not wanting to deal with
him at the moment, he unraveled his boa, and setting the wolf prince
on the ground he transformed into a ball of energy leaving the area.

-Back
At The Camp-

Kagome
looked up from her seat on the ground next to Sango and Kirara, into
the tree Inuyasha lay perched so languidly on.

“Inuyasha,
I think we should start looking for Miroku.
He’s still not back
yet.”

“Ah,
he can take care of himself just fine.”

The
hanyou readjusted himself on the large limb into a more comfortable
position.

“Inuyasha!”

Sango
put a hand on her friend’s
shoulder interjecting.

“Inuyasha,
if you would please just stop being difficult for once. It’s
nearing nighttime and the woods aren't a safe place for humans to
wander alone, let alone a perverted houshi.”

“Sango's
right Inuyasha. He’s
been gone for a while now. We need to go and search for him.”

“Who’s
we?”

Kagome
groaned in annoyance, looking downward in surprise when she heard a
snore coming from the fox kit. She sweat dropped nervously.

“Um...
actually I think you‘re going to have to go by yourself
Inuyasha.”

“What!
Why do I
have to do it!”

“Eh,
because Shippo’s
asleep and I need someone else here for protection. Also, seeing as
you're half-demon, only you will be able to see inside the forest.”

“Grr!
Stupid
weak humans…
Why
do I always have to be the one…?”

Inuyasha
trailed through the dark forest in search of Miroku. Walking for
quite some time, he voiced a 'Finally!' when he, finally
caught scent
of
the monk. Sniffing again, he caught smell of something else.
Blood.
In dread, he jumped into the nearest tree, leaping from one to the
next in haste. Around a few mere yards away, he caught sight of
Miroku staggering, holding onto a large bundle covered in his
priestly robes. Leaping down from the tree, he heard the monk’s
heartbeat skip a little at the sudden appearance.

“Inuyasha!”

“The
girls sent me looking for your sorry tail! Is that-”

Now
that he was closer to the monk, the blood didn’t smell human at
all. In his rush to get there, he didn’t take the time to
decipher whether or not the scent was human. The moment blood and
Miroku flashed across his senses, he just ran. The blood filling his
nostrils smelled undeniably canine, and without a doubt demon.

Inhaling
again, he froze. The large bundle contained in Miroku's arms, was an
ookami, and not just any. 'That's
Kouga’s scent.
No other youkai could
emit such an awful smell. No wonder the monk had been struggling,
with all of the youkai’s weight.'
Peeling the monk’s robe open, he was taken aback;
he
hadn't been prepared for what he saw. Blood was everywhere, in some
areas he looked near purple, and there were deep long cuts all over
his body. Finally getting the gall to speak, he questioned Miroku.

“Miroku...
what happened?”

“Long
story. No time to explain. We need to get him to Kaede’s.”

“Right.
Give him to me, and you get on my back. I can get us there faster.”

Miroku
climbed onto Inuyasha’s back, while Inuyasha held Kouga on his
front. He ran and leapt
as fast as his legs could carry them back to camp.

Inuyasha
arrived at the camp within minutes, bounding in
in
his urgency. The girls, over their short scare, looked at him
questioningly, and at the bundle wrapped in his arms as he ran past
them without stopping. He turned back to yell for them.

“Sango!
We need to get back to Kaede’s!”

Sango
nodded in affirmation, quickly following Inuyasha’s
instruction.

“Kirara!”

The
fire cat youkai transformed into her larger form, lowering her body
and mewling for the others.

There
was no time to switch Kouga onto Kirara, so Inuyasha just kept on
running with Miroku still heavy on his back. Miroku held unto
Inuyasha’s neck as he leapt
from place to place, bouncing on the hanyou’s back. His bottom
bumped against Inuyasha’s firm behind, and he gripped tighter
as it reminded him of something. He wiggled a little against the back
of him, settling himself a little more comfortably.

Inuyasha
sniffed
for the second time in a row.
He confirmed his
assumptions when a vast amount of arousal permeated the air, and
something solid dug into the lower part of his back, right where
Miroku’s legs joined together.

“Oi!
What the hell Miroku? I have an unconscious wolf in my arms and
that’s all you can think about?”

Miroku
rubbed the back of his head with one hand, laughing in embarrassment,
quickly grabbing hold of Inuyasha once again, almost falling off.

-At
Kaede’s-

After
carefully inspecting Kouga, Kaede sent out for some special herbs.
Normally, a youkai would heal in no time with scratches and bruises
like Kouga had.
Even
though the poison slowed down his recovery time, his body was taking
too long in healing itself. The old woman figured it had to be
something that was underlying all of this.
That’s why she
requested for the girls to go and retrieve a special order of herbs
from the umahanyou, Jinenji.

Informing
the two males in the room, one upset about something he wouldn't
mention
and
the other holding a cold cloth to the lump on his head, about other
chores she needed to finish, she left them alone.

“Inuyash-”

“Quiet
monk, or do you want a matching knot on the other side of your head?”

Miroku
grimaced, falling silent, not wanting to get pummeled again by the
hanyou. It wasn’t his fault the ride to Kaede’s
had felt so nice, nor was it his fault his body reacted the way it
did. 'I would be
flattered if someone noticed a very nice ass-et on my body... Hmm.'
His mouth began to water as he gazed.

Inuyasha
tensed as the same smell attacked his nose.
Turning
around, Miroku looked up guiltily, his hands in the air feigning
innocence. He growled
and
was about to pummel the hentai again, but Kouga's groan stopped him.

Sighing,
he exited the hut filled with Miroku's... scent
to get some air.

'Pervert.'

Thinking
back on the wolf, he for once, felt bad for him. He and Kouga were
rivals, yes. They even shared a somewhat weird sort of friendship.
Although,
the wolf could get annoying. Still, not even the overly cocky wolf
deserved this.

He
remembered something else that had startled him.
Not
the smell of Sesshoumaru’s poison;
he
couldn't forget that smell, having been close to it too many times to
count. It was the fact that Kouga had a fresh mating mark on his
neck, not even fully healed. Though, he couldn't decipher who'd
placed the mark there, as all of the other scents, excluding
Sesshoumaru's poison, remained anonymous. Almost as if the person
who'd mated him, didn't want their identity known.

Miroku
sighed in irritation for the umpteenth time as the other figure
continued to ignore him.

“Kouga,
you could at least acknowledge my presence.”

Finally,
turning to face the persistent monk, he responded.
“You
didn’t
have to bring me here.”

“You
were unconscious and had lost a lot of blood. What else was I
supposed to do?”

“Humph.
I’m an alpha wolf prince, I can take care of myself monk.”

“Tha-”

Just
then, Inuyasha walked into the small hut, arms tucked neatly into his
fire rat robe. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was actually
worried for the wolf. Although, he blamed it on having to suffer
dealing with Kagome crying over the wolf’s death.

“How’s
he doin’?
Ah,
the fleabag’s up…”

Kouga
squinted his eyes in annoyance, seeing his rival hovering less than a
foot over his form.

“Same
to you dog face.”

“Ch.
What happened between you and Sesshoumaru that I don’t
already know and smell? And how come there's no identifiable scent
coming from that mark on your neck?”

“Even
if I knew, it’s none of your damn business mutt.”

He
yelped loudly when his side made itself known again, the white gauze
wrapped around his side turning red with blood.

Luckily,
the others were back with the supplies, including Kagome who'd made a
quick trip back to her time to get a medical kit. The curious fox
kit
looked at Kouga in amazement.

“Kagome,
Kouga looks like one of those mo-mmy things from your time, only
uglier.”

He
snickered at the weakened wolf, crawling onto
Kagome's shoulder for protection. She excused the little fox, going
over to Kaede.

“This
is all I could get for now Kaede, sorry. I'll have to bring Inuyasha
along to carry more things next time.”

“Ay
child, that's alright. You were generous enough to bring what you
could. Did you get the medicine I told you to bring?”

“Yeah.
All the things you said, plus some extra.”

“Thank
you dear.”

Inuyasha
chose this most inopportune moment to interrupt.

“Listen
you stupid ass! I'm trying to help you! Just what in the hell
happened?”

“Inuyasha.
If he doesn't want to talk right now, just leave him alone.”

“Feh.
Whatever.”

Kagome
flushed with anger, then embarrassment
when Inuyasha was forced by Kaede again to hold Kouga in a standing
position against him, and the bandages covering nearly his entire
body were removed. Kouga tried not to, but couldn't help panting
against the hanyou's shoulder.
'Dammit, why am I so weak? I can't even stand up on my own.'

“Uh...
I'll be going now... Come on Sango, Shippo, Kirara.”

Kaede
lit up inside watching them leave the hut. 'Ah.
Poor naïve children.'

“This
is stupid.”

“You
think I'm
enjoying this fleabag?”

“Well,
somebody is.”

They
both turned towards Miroku, who sat quietly, watching them. He sweat
dropped, putting his priestly hands in the air, in an innocent
gesture.

“What
Inuyasha? I'm thinking pure, holy
thoughts. I promise.”

“Holy
thoughts my ass! C'mere monk!”

Kouga
yelped in pain.
Inuyasha, having
not paid attention, unintentionally squeezed his sides. Kouga grunted
through his teeth in agony.

“Yipe!
You stupid half-breed!”

“Who
you callin' half-breed asshole!”

Kaede
sighed, happy that when this was over she would get to lay down and
have a nice long nap.

“Ay.
I
know this may taste bad, but it will help you get better faster.”

Finishing,
Kaede handed Inuyasha a concoction of herbs giving him the
instruction to aid Kouga in drinking them. Inuyasha slowly lowered
them until they were in a sitting position, Kouga’s
chest
to his
back.
His skin felt hot to the touch, damp with sweat. Kaede put a cool,
moist towel on his forehead before leaving.

Inuyasha
brought the foul smelling liquid to his nose, scrunching up in
disgust. Kouga, with his full youkai nose could smell the concoction
from his spot, grimaced. He tried turning his head away from the foul
smell, and
failed
in his weakened state.
Inuyasha
grasped his chin in one hand, propped
open his mouth,
and
leaned
back.

The
stubborn youkai clenched his mouth shut in a last effort, preventing
the liquid from entering.

“Miroku,
come over here and help me.”

Miroku
sauntered over taking a hold of the cup while Inuyasha tried to pry
open the wolf's mouth.

“Hurry
up and just poor it in the bastard’s
mouth!”

“I'm
not going to make him choke!”

Miroku,
instead, tried talking nicely to the youkai.

“C'mon
Kouga, it can't be that bad...”

“Miroku
hurry the he- Ow! You son of a-”
Gulp. Cough. Cough.

Inuyasha
fell to the floor with a hard thud, his eyes spinning. The youkai in
his arms fell with him, passing out with having used what little
energy he had left. Miroku sighed and went to the task of placing
everyone in their respective place, his hand often wandering.

-End
Chapter-

Chapter
Three Summary: Healing…

Kouga
is taken care of by the group while he recuperates. Sesshoumaru
contemplates… and apologizes to Kouga. Or more like sulks over
what happened, denying the fact that he was at fault,
and
blames Kouga.

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