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Death or Little Death, that is the Question	By : szaugg Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 21648 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N Dammit. What can I say, I did it again. I was planning to end it here, I even
had it written, and all the characters bitched and moaned and wouldn�t do
anything I wanted them to until I added another chapter. Now you know my
dirty little secret: I don�t know what the hell is going to happen in my
stories any more than you do. Scary, eh?
There�s even a hint of a plot worming its way into this sucker.
There actually isn�t a lemon in this chapter, one of the casualties
of character mutiny. Next chapter starts with one, don�t worry!

Chapter 4 � How the Tables Have
Turned

�Ieeee!�
Smack!
Kagome and Sango looked back at Miroku in surprise, pausing in their walk as they searched
for the source of the sound.
�Eh, Gomen!� Miroku said, his cheeks red.
�Another spider.�
Miroku closed his eyes a moment and sighed,
hearing Shippou mutter about Miroku�s
newly developed fear of insects.
As soon as the two girls turned away and resumed walking, Inuyasha laughed quietly. The monk turned on him,
hissing.
�What the hell did you think you were doing??�
Inuyasha chuckled again.
�Stop laughing, this isn�t funny!�
�Are you kidding? It�s fucking hysterical.� He smirked at him,
eye twinkling a little as he passed from behind the
flustered monk and continued on towards the women.
Just great, Inuyasha has turned into a perverted lech. Miroku muttered to himself, irritated and rubbing his
backside furiously. I can�t believe he pinched my ass! Third damn time
today!
Inuyasha looked back at him briefly, the bright
red handprint already fading from his face, and Miroku
scowled at how his nerves skittered in response. Was this how Sango had felt around him all these months?
Stupid karmic balancing.
He muttered to himself as he walked behind everyone, annoyed further as he
realized that of all the buns in front of him, he was checking out Inuyasha�s with at least twice the frequency as the
women�s. He sighed,irritated.
He was so�stupid.
After the thrill of his last encounter with the taiyoukai
and Inuyasha had faded, he�d been so
embarrassed. He still couldn�t really believe he�d done it. He�d
had wild, fantastic, mind numbing sex with two men. No matter how many
times he�d tried to deny it in the three days since, there was no getting
around one simple fact.
Males could make him cum.
They could make him writhe and scream and beg for more and he might as well
admit it or he�d never be able to get over it and get on with his life.
Of course, it would be a hell of a lot easier to get over if Inuyasha would just stop touching him!
Jerk.
He�d accepted that he liked sex with�men, he�d accepted that he liked
someone inside him. He shouldn�t have to accept the constant
groping. Really. It made him feel like he
was some kind of�girl. Altough at least his
masculinity was being kept intact by the one thing that remained unchanged: he
still liked women. He truly did. Their shape, their smell, their
beautiful long hair and gorgeous eyes: he loved it all. He�d just never
before realized that he liked men, too. Thinking of the two brothers, he
could admit that he loved their shape, and smell, and if anyone had
fantastic hair and eyes, it was definitely the hanyou
and his youkai sibling. Their hands and mouths were pretty
amazing as well, come to think of it. And their tongues were�
He cleared his throat, growing uncomfortably aroused. Dammit, he had to stop thinking that way!

He had to stop fantasizing about silver hair and strong, taloned hands and naked male bodies. Although at
least now his desire to stop was solely to save himself from continuing what
had all the makings of an uncomfortable obsession. At first, he�d been
more worried that his thoughts might indicate a growing love of all men.
The thought had been terrifying. After all, he had a hard enough time
controlling himself around women, and they were only about a half of the
population. He�d been scared to death that if he started to desire men as
well, he�d start groping every living being around him, which
would naturally lead to a very painful, very messy, death at someone�s hands in
a very short time.
Fortunately, his fascination with men seemed to start and stop with Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha.
Maybe it was the long silver hair, or maybe the slim bodies that were so
unnaturally strong, but whatever it was, so far, in three days no man�s ass had
tempted him in the slightest.
None except Inuyasha�s.

Aside from making nice scenery, however, no woman�s ass had tempted him
either. Honestly, he was wondering if he might be getting sick. He
hadn�t groped anyone, male or female, in three days! Three
whole days where every person in the world was safe from the curse of the
wandering hand. At least, safe from his wandering hand. Inuyasha�s, on the other hand, was obviously trying to make
up for Miroku�s unusual restraint, and then
some.
Miroku hated that the idiot could mess with him so
easily. Inuyasha had groped him that first
morning following the hot springs,
teasing him, but it had startled Miroku so badly that
he�d dropped his staff and almost fallen on his face. His own reaction
had obviously egged Inuyasha on, because after that
the half-demon was on a roll. He seemed to revel in waiting until Miroku was feeling safe and then sneaking up to goose him
and laugh his ass off as the monk blushed and stammered and slapped him.
Slapped him! Why he didn�t haul off and punch him right in the face he
couldn�t say, but every damn time, his first automatic reaction to a hand on
his ass was to slap the man.    He could punch him over an
insult, knock him down with his staff if he got really angry, but when molested
by his close friend, the best his instincts could come up with was a girly,
wimpy little slap.
It was humiliating.
It was annoying.
And it was something that wouldn�t even be an issue if the idiot would just
leave him the hell alone!
Bastard.
Truly, the whole situation might not be so bad if it weren�t for the fact
that he had to keep hiding Inuyasha�s newfound lechery
from the others. If not for that, he would likely just have a few more days
until Inuyasha grew tired of his little game and it
would all be water under the bridge. However, when Inuyasha
continued to come after him where everyone around them witnessed Miroku�s reaction, if not what caused it, Miroku was worried the women might get suspicious.
They might be too innocent to figure it out entirely, but he wasn�t willing to
take that chance.
It had been hard enough when Inuyasha had known
about he and Sesshoumaru,
but the girls finding out?? Especially that he�d been with both Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru?
He shuddered slightly at the thought.   He valued his friends� good
opinions too much to risk that. He didn�t want them to look at him
differently. Frankly, the thought of that outcome was as painful as the
thought of losing Inuyasha�s friendship had
been. He couldn�t change what he�d done, but he was planning to work
really, really hard to keep it from affecting the rest of his life.
Unfortunately, that plan was in serious jeaopordy
every time Inuyasha tried to cop a feel. He�d
tried to talk to the hanyou about it seriously, but
when Miroku had confronted him, asking him to stop, Inuyasha scoffed. He thought Miroku
was worried over nothing. The stupid idiot actually thought that they
were all close enough that a change in sexual habits wasn�t enough to break
their friendship. Miroku wasn�t so sure,
himself. Having a sexual relationship with not one, but
TWO men seemed a bit far from the norm to him. Admittedly, he had
discovered that their activities were not that unusual among youkai: apparently when one lived hundreds of years, sexual
relations could become very creative. Inuyasha
had seemed genuinely surprised that Miroku was
worried about exposure at all. Which was one of the reasons that Miroku was reluctant to trust his predictions�how could he
trust them when the dummy didn�t see anything that strange about what they�d
done? Really, how could any normal person expect two relatively innocent
women understand or accept something like that? It was impossible.
He was comforted by the promise he�d extracted that first morning; Inuyasha swore that he wouldn�t tell anyone about what
they�d done unless they asked outright. However, Inuyasha�s
actions were making it more and more likely that the right questions were
going to be asked. The pushy hanyou seemed
bound and determined to expose his new activities to everyone whether he liked
it or not. Miroku felt in a constant state of
nerves, wondering what Inuyasha was going to do next
and what everyone else was going to discover from it.
He glared briefly at the source of his problems, sauntering ahead of him
without a care in the world. Staring at Inuyasha�s
ass for a moment, he could admit that there was one other thing that was really
irritating him about the groping: he couldn�t return the favor. Inuyasha deserved it, he really did. Miroku could almost taste how good it would feel to see Inuyasha�s reaction after a good, unexpected grope.
The only problem was that every time Miroku tried,
just to get a little revenge, of course, not for any other reason, Inuyasha heard him coming and moved out of the way.
No matter how often he�d approached him, no matter how unaware Inuyasha seemed at the time, Inuyasha
always detected him. Miroku was quickly
discovering that there wasn�t a way to grab a hanyou�s
ass unless he wanted you to.
Unlike himself, who seemed to be as difficult to
stalk as a leek planted in the ground.
Which would be evidenced by the fact that Inuyasha had just slowed down to lurk next to him and he
hadn�t even noticed, he�d been so lost in thought. Actually, the
only reason he finally realized the stupid pervert was there was because he
felt a sudden draft and looked down to see Inuyasha
using his scabbard to lift up Miroku�s robes in back
and peep at his ass. Swearing, Miroku pulled at
his kesa and smacked the sword scabbard away as he
glared at Inuyasha.
�Will you stop it! For the love of
Buddha, quit molesting me!�
Inuyasha stepped closer as they walked and slid
his hand across Miroku�s ass again for a moment
before stepping back out of slapping range. �I wouldn�t do it if ya didn�t enjoy it.�
�I don�t!� He blushed as Inuyasha smiled
knowingly and tapped his own nose.
�Don�t believe ya.� He sing-songed.
�I don�t care if you believe me or not, stop it!�
�Mmmmmmm.� He looked up
as though considering before looking back at Miroku
and grinning broadly. �Nope, don�t think so.�
�You are such an ass!� Miroku clenched his fists
as he glared at him furiously.
�Eh, like that�s news.� Inuyasha said,
yawning.
They walked silently for a moment, Miroku
fuming. The others had already crested the hill ahead a while before, so Miroku was remaining on his guard. When the others
were out of sight but not out of earshot seemed to be Inuyasha�s
favorite time to pull something.
Like looking at my ass.
He glared up at the idiot only to find him looking back with a smug little
smile. What the hell is he up to now?
�Wanna know what the women and I were talking
about a few minutes ago, Miroku?�
�Not particularly.� Miroku watched him warily and
took a step away.
�We were talkin� about your last visit to the
village, where you swindled the headman. Kinda a shame that he remembers
you. Guess you can�t spend the night there after all.�
�Eh? I don�t recall swindling anyone around here�� Not that he
could remember what the name of the next village actually was.
Inuyasha smiled again. �I do. I told �em all about it. I�m sure you didn�t want them
to suffer just �cause you�re such a thief, so I told
them they should spend the night there anyway.�
�Eh?� What the hell is he talking about?
�Don�t worry, I offered to stay with you �til we
see them tomorrow morning.� Inuyasha leered at
him slightly.
�EH??� Miroku stepped further away from him,
eyes huge as he realized what was happening.
�You can just keep your �offer� to yourself, you hentai!�
�Hey, everyone knows I�m not the hentai
around here. And what�re you gonna do, tell
them I�m tryin� to get you alone to have my wicked
way with ya or somethin�?� Inuyasha�s eyes danced gleefully. �Go ahead, I dare ya.�
�You- you stupid- � Words failed him he was so
angry. That ass-grabbing, complacent Bastard! He was not
going to let that asshole do this to him!    He walked quickly
up the hill, his mind racing as he tried to think of something feasible to
say. Maybe Inuyasha playing a practical
joke�
Stopping dead, he stood on the top of the hill and looked at the completely
empty road in front of him. Inuyasha walked up
behind him and leaned forward until Miroku could feel
him breathing into his ear.
�Guess they already went ahead on Kirara.� he murmured, and Miroku turned and
punched him in the gut.
�Stay the hell away from me, you annoying, conniving��
�Don�t forget sexy.� Inuyasha said, rubbing his
stomach gingerly.
�Fuck. Off.� Miroku slammed his shakujou into the ground as he stormed down the trail away
from the stupid idiot who was rapidly becoming the bane of his existence.
Inuyasha followed behind him, humming to himself, and
Miroku slammed his staff into the ground again with a
satisfying thwack, imagining he was braining the asshole behind him.
Inside, however, he was ashamed to find a tiny curl of excitement reaching
out from his belly at the thought of the upcoming night. Inuyasha was probably just looking for a chance to tease
him and get him flustered and upset, and if that were the case, he�d be
fine. Annoyed, but fine. Of course, Inuyasha might be looking for a chance to be alone
with him for an entirely different reason. Would he want to�do
things? With Miroku?
If he did�
�Nice scent, Monk. Fantasizing about me?�
�Shut up.� Miroku growled, and continued to stomp
away from him.
Jerk.
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Wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to keep warm, Miroku leaned against a tree and kept a careful eye on Inuyasha. They�d made camp just before dusk, polishing off
the few supplies Kagome had given Inuyasha for
supper, and now all the monk wanted to do was
sleep. Inuyasha hadn�t touched him since they�d
separated from Kagome and Sango, not even when they
were sitting by the fire eating. He was almost sure that meant the idiot
had set up this whole scenario merely to mess with his head. It seemed
like the type of thing the hanyou would do. It
made more sense than setting up a situation where he could pounce on Miroku. Considering how many times Inuyasha had been alone with Kagome in various stages of
undress, without even peeking in many cases, Inuyasha
was probably a very safe person to be around. His groping couldn�t
possibly be serious. Miroku was just letting
the man�s teasing get him worked up.
Not that the recurring memories of what Inuyasha
had done to his body helped him stay calm. The fact that he knew Inuyasha had done those things to him was obviously
making him worry overly much about Inuyasha doing
those same things to him again. He had to be an idiot to even think that
way. His own past was a glowing reminder that having sex once did not in
any way imply affection or even that the sex would occur again. Inuyasha had said he�d wanted to get a particular image out
of his head, and now that he�d done it, it was likely he�d never touch Miroku further. Miroku just
needed to view that one night as an aberration that had been amazing, but
wasn�t to be repeated. Frankly, Inuyasha would
probably burst a blood vessel if he even brought up the topic of future sex in
a serious fashion.
The thought made him rather depressed for some reason and he sighed,
shifting as he tried to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. Inuyasha sat against the tree next to him doing the same,
and Miroku realized that in spite of the joke at his
expense, he wasn�t all that upset that the hanyou was
with him. If he ever had to pick someone to guard his back, it was Inuyasha. Out alone in the woods
next to the village, Inuyasha�s company was�comforting.
He couldn�t help but compare the secure feeling to the uncertain times when
he�d traveled on his own, perpetually in danger of retaliation from those he�d
conned, not to mention thieves and deserting soldiers. The jerk might
make him nervous and flustered and aroused, but he�d never made him feel
unsafe. Everyone in their party knew that with Inuyasha
around, they were safe as long as the hanyou had
breath in his body. He truly was an admirable person, Miroku
thought drowsily, despite his extremely irritating personality. A very
honorable, admirable�strong�sexy�person�
Miroku�s eyes slowly closed on that thought as he
drifted off to sleep.
He woke to golden eyes staring down at him.
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