They hadn't quite gotten over the fact that Miroku was suddenly a gay monk and he was bothered with the odd tanong when out on small errands with Sango or kagome,
as for Shippo, well his tanong were usually madami on the lines of

'are you going to get pregnant?'

Everything had smoothly run along this course for a good-4 days. And than while sharing a room (at the expense of a suspisious elderly couples judgemental glare)
Inuyasha opened his big mouth, it was shortly after a slightly burned meal, and a small gesture of a hand grasping under the mesa sent Inuyasha freaking out and Miroku
shunned and reacting like a scorned woman had been refusing to put out that night- Inuyasha would not have this.

"Why are you ignoring me?"

He sinabi to a ultimately cold shoulder

"Goddamn it Miroku I wanna get it on"

"-"

Inuyasha, being the immature little douche he was began impatiently scratching needily at the neglectant back. Miroku stood up, the demon perked at this action but was
quickly dissapointed when a qutie rude slam of the door left him to gather his thoughts, and grunt loudly. The monk stayed with Kagome and Songo for the night, they
acted.... well they painted eachothers toenails, shared stories of arrogant boys and concluded tha Inuyasha had to learn to respect woman, or in this case, Miroku.

"Inu-yasha!"

Kagome sung out in the peek of the morning, he shifted in his coff but didn't wake. Sango smugly walked over and tossed water onto the sleepy lump, and tossed fresh
and bitchyly freezing water, followed sa pamamagitan ng a wail and him violantly jumping up, grasping his arms only to be greeted sa pamamagitan ng something so perculiar, Kagome had what she called
a note book pressed to her hip, pen in hand. Sango and Kilala were smiling, innocently enough, above him. Ropes deviously gripped in their hands. Inuyasha shot a
confused look, both mused together, forming one voice they chuckled and lifted him out of the door fufufuing

"It'll all be clear soon enough..."

Miroku looked down at Shippo who was Gusot with various make ups, trying to apply some sort of coloured brush onto Miroku had proved a challenge. He was dissapointed
that Sango and Kagome had left him in the beauty care of a 2 foot tall child. He found himself pasted in some sort of foundation, with a skanky outfit on. It looked
surprizingly good on him though, he was just long and thin enough to fill out the laundry that Kagome had borrowed from her friend. His arms neatly tucked under the
netted fabric, thin pale shoulders gracefully accompanied sa pamamagitan ng a deep black the contrast was lovely. What wasn't lovely, however, was the mess of black liner and blush
spread across (unevenly) on either cheek.

"done!"

Miroku feared what his face had become, and questioned if he'd be better off doing it himself. He ended up reapplying the marscara and eyeliner sa pamamagitan ng himself, which Shippo
really couldn't complain about because he saw the deeply flawed way he'd done it, and Miroku was surprizingly professional at it.

"NONONONONONONON!"

Kagome's eye beamed in maniacle rage, she stalked around Inuyasha who was potitioned onto a satin unan in the middle of at least twelve woman. Sango leaned in, Resting
her hands on the shoulders of the petrified man.

"rope."

Inuyasha shuddered at the devils emerged carrying a thick rope, and bonded him with them. The tallest of the woman had flooded to the back of the crowd, and when the knots
where as tight as all Kagomes experience could offer, she came forth with a... oh god, what looked to be a whip.

"NONONONONONONONONON!"

Shippo bounced about, as the very unenthused Monk sat, resting against on arm, cloth fallen down one shoulder, lips pucked in a glossy red, Shippo faced him. Pouting.

"You have to say it like you mean it!"

Miroku rolled his eyes, how could he say a line like THAT to Shippo, he admitted he felt quite sexy in the outfit, but that was just uncomfortable.

"touch me inuyasha?"

He couldn't help it, his audience was SHIPPO, for god sake. Shippo's brow furrowed, before it shot up along with his arms, his face glazed in excitement.

"I HAVE IT!"

Than the pitter of his feet, scurried away leaving the small man muddled and alone. Kinda wishing he didn't get angry at his beloved partner.He did miss the extra
attention, then again he god a decent amount from shippo and the girls attempt to reuinite them.

"inuyasha..."

He whispered to the window, a longing gaze Nawawala towards the forest.

"INUYASHA!"

the shrill voice of Kagome shreiked as the continued to teach him mesa manners, and romantics of the first grade. The girls crowded him, the whip didn't hurt, it was
a kinky sex whip not a -slave punishement. But it did hurt like a bitch.

"I can't do it Kagome it's to damn hard..."

Sango scoffed and came behind him,

"your going to treat Miroku right, your going to hold his hand and romance the SHIT outta him, ya hear?"

he retracted, finally have been told WHY he was hear.

"I treat him right..."

"OH REALLY?"

"than why was he upset?"

Kagome chimed in.

"he came to our room, almost in tears! YOUR SO GODDAMN- SITSITSITSITSITSIT"

Thee repeated painful thuds thrusted inuyasha to the floor numerous times.

"I didn't know."

he groaned at the mercy at her feet. Triumphantly she stood above him, grabbing his hair lifted him to eye contact

"than you will learn how to treat him!"

The night was long, for both teams. Shippo ended up getting Miroku into segundo base with a crude drawing of Inuyasha, And sinabi demon had finally passed expectations
when miroku's picture of him crying was held up a Inuyasha's mistakes. It was time to let everything fall into place. Sango and Kagome led the beaten alfa male to a
sanctuary deep in the forest (they discussed it being the most romantic spot) Candles were lit along the entrance stairs, giving it a welcoming glow. They smirked as
they had in the morning and bid him ado (and luck.)

The door opening almost scared Miroku, he had prepared all night for it, but when the silver hair finally entered the room he disregarded what he had learned. One shoulder
was bare, he sat on a kama made out of a cott and at least twelve pillows. Candles were lit inside as well.

"holy shit"

Miroku frowned, it wasn't the best thing he could hope to hear but smiled as he glanced down at a very excited member. He stood up, confidently grabbing hold of the rope
holding together the red cloths, and tugging him forward, hungrily examining his body. He becamed very flushed when Inuyasha planted a chaste and needy halik along his
exposed skin. Causing the pathetic grament to fall altogether, pooling at his feet Inuyashas kisses became madami intimate, as they travelled along his neck, and suckled
at his earlobe. He grasped at his back, pulling as them together as best he could, Biting his bottom lip his white skin enveloped around the warm figure. His back arched
at the touch of the cold hand. Clinging desperately, rolling together.

"Touch me inuyashsa"

A flash of red, left a nude Inuyasha displayed in front of Miroku, at his knees. Kisssing the erection perhaps most tenderly than he should have. Dragging out a half
pant moan, it was half assed on his behalf, but inuyasha tackled him onto the heep of pillows. Grinding quite feircely against him, he wasn't satisfied till he heard
a soft plea exscaping and evaporatiing into the air. As he continued to halik tenderly along the frail horizon of his body, Miroku's nails dug deeply into Inyuasha's back,
causing him moderate
pain that was completely ignored in the heat of the moment. After several passionate segundos of experimental kissing, Inyuasha exhaled slowly and paused.

He sunk his face into Miroku's soft black hair, and spoke softly in his ear like a gentle whisper to an injured beagle.
"I know .. I know why you set those guys lose on me Miroku,
I know .. How you feel about us.
You don't have to go seeking my attention in such extravagant ways."

Miroku pulled away suddenly from Inyuasha's warm body, pushing him back into the pillows
"MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE I NEED AFFECTION INYUASHA.
It's out, okay?
You're mostly what I think about.
I can't keep craving your pag-ibig like this,"
Miroku's voice trembled, and his words were toned with truth and sensitivity.

Inyuasha rolled his eyes, knowing it would annoy Miroku but was unable to resist the temptation.
"But there are boundaries Miroku! What do you want to hold my hand for anyway,
it's so pointless."

Miroku looked down, deflated, and then shot a long, Nawawala gaze into Inyuasha's fierce amber eyes.
"Maybe.. it's not about holding hands Inyuasha,"
a slow smirk swept across his face as he held Inyuasha's hands and pulled himself into his chest.
"Maybe it's about....
connection."
As the lips of the asian men met,
the winds blew calmly outside the sanctuary.
It was like all the tension in the last few minutos had vanished with Miroku's words.
They held each other peacefully, breathing in each others scents.
Finally, Inyuasha got up.
"Well, I should probably go Miroku, but.. for future reference.. . I fucking pag-ibig you,"
He stroked Miroku's cheek and walked out cooly.

Miroku stood there, completely consumed sa pamamagitan ng love.

Several hours later Miroku was still sitting in the sanctuary when Sango came sa pamamagitan ng to check up on him .
"So what happened between you and Inyuasha earlier, anything hot and juicy I can get my hands on?"

"I came pretty close to fucking him , but then we had this weird silent connection thing, I feel like it meant something."

"Or... maybe you're getting fat and he just didn't want to touch you.." Sango laughed.
They both exited the sanctuary, Miroku with a smile that just wouldn't leave his face.