InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I Loved Him ❯ I Loved Him as a Brother, Part 1 ( Chapter 7 )

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LES: Next up, everyone’s favorite perverted monk Miroku! And, in honor of the lecherous monk himself, this chapter will deal with sex. No… not in a Yaoi way, just two guys discussing sex. Oh, and this chapter will make references to the events of Chapter 3.

Chapter VII: I Loved Him as a Brother, Part 1

“Ohhh! Kami! Come on! Come on!”

Miroku was now starting to deeply regret his decision to stay in this inn.

It was not like there was anything wrong with the inn in particular. What was wrong was the amorous couple being loudly intimate in the next room. Really? Did they have no shame? Miroku thought to himself as he raised his knees slightly to conceal his painfully hard erection. As if it were not bad enough that he had gone the last few months without any sex, he had to listen to some young couple get lucky in the middle of the night?

The only good thing about the situation was that everyone else in the room was asleep and had no way of knowing what state he was in. He didn’t even want to imagine Sango’s reaction to this whole situation.

Even Inuyasha seemed to be deep in sleep, which struck Miroku as odd. Inuyasha almost never slept deeply. In fact, he’d never seen it himself, only heard about it from Kagome. Inuyasha, it seemed, was more comfortable having a deeper sleep in her time than his own time.

Miroku was just on the verge of jerking off really quick to relieve the ache that he felt below when he noticed that Inuyasha seemed to be too deeply asleep. He wasn’t asleep, just pretending to be to an outrageous degree. Miroku also noticed that at least one of his ears was turned in the direction of the amorous couple next door. Of course Inuyasha could hear them. If Miroku could hear them, then the Inuhanyou could certainly hear them.

“Can’t sleep either, Inuyasha?” Miroku asked quietly.

The hanyou snorted. “Pretty hard to do that when all I can hear are two humans fucking like rabbits in the next room.”

That was a pretty good shock to Miroku. The monk knew, of course, that Inuyasha had a foul mouth on him and could curse anyone into submission. ‘Fuck’ was one of the hanyou’s favorite words, but Miroku had never heard Inuyasha use the word correctly, as a reference to sexual intercourse. Miroku had been pretty sure that Inuyasha was, well… ignorant when it came to sex.

“You… you’re aware…? I mean… you know…?” Miroku stuttered.

Inuyasha opened his eyes and glared at the monk. “Yes, I know what sex is. Now drop it.”

But now Miroku was intrigued. In this day and age, it was generally assumed that young boys learned about ‘the facts of life’ from their father. And Miroku doubted that it was any different fifty years ago. But Inuyasha had not known his father. How could he know about sex?

All of these thoughts, Miroku let out in a highly articulate “Huh?”

Inuyasha’s ears turned in his direction and his eyes followed soon after. With a heavy sigh that wouldn’t have sounded out-of-place from a man willingly allowing himself to be executed, he shifted closer to Miroku so that they could talk without disturbing the sleepers in the room. Not that they thought they would wake up. If they could sleep through the noises in the next room, then they could certainly sleep through a quiet conversation between the hanyou and the monk.

“I said I know what sex is.” The hanyou repeated. “Any more questions?” He meant the last part sarcastically, and Miroku knew it, but he decided to take the hanyou up on his offer anyway.

“I understood what you said perfectly, Inuyasha.” Miroku said. “I’m just having trouble understanding how you could know about sex. You told me you don’t remember your father?”

Inuyasha shrugged. “He died when I was newly whelped.”

“Ah… then perhaps it is your Youkai instincts.”

“Why do you care how I know about sex?” Inuyasha spat.

“I am simply curious.” Miroku answered. “I mean… I very much doubt that you’d have any first-hand experience…” Miroku trailed off at the look on the hanyou’s face. Perhaps Inuyasha believed that he was keeping his expression neutral, but he had the same problem as when he was pretending to sleep. The imitation was too good. Miroku stared. “No…” He gasped.

“No, what?” Inuyasha snapped.

“No, you cannot… you did not… isn’t that impossible?” Miroku asked.

Now Inuyasha was getting annoyed. “If you’re going to ask questions, at least finish them so I know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“You’re not a virgin?” Miroku asked, as clear a question as he could manage.

This time, it took Inuyasha a while to answer. In fact, he kept fidgeting with the Tetsusaiga. “It was… a long time ago.” He said finally.

“Kikyou?” Miroku asked.

Inuyasha snorted. “Kikyou wouldn’t even let me hold her hand while she was alive, let alone let me lay with her. No… it was… before Kikyou.”

To tell the truth, Miroku was a little shocked. In every story of Youkai lore that he knew, he’d never known stories about hanyous being able to find mates. There was not a Youkai who would consent to lay with one. And humans? Well… Kagome aside, he’d never known a human who would be willing to lay with a hanyou. “So it is possible for hanyou…?”

“Possible, but rare to the extreme.” Inuyasha answered. “There are two ways it could happen… the first way is for the hanyou to solicit the services of a prostitute during their mortal time. But it’s risky still. The last time I heard it happening, both the hanyou and the whore were killed after the deception was revealed.”

“And the other way?” Miroku asked. He couldn’t imagine Inuyasha paying off a whore. It just wasn’t like him.

“The other way is to find another hanyou.”

Miroku nodded in understanding. Yes, that would certainly be the way to go. Hanyou were not prejudice against other hanyou. He had seen firsthand how Inuyasha treated other hanyou differently than he did humans or Youkai. He would go to the ends of the earth to save another hanyou because he empathized with them. Certainly if a male and female hanyou ran into each other, they’d give sex a try because there would likely be no other chance.

“You met a female hanyou…” Miroku said.

“She was a Nekohanyou named Miyako.” Inuyasha answered. “We only knew each other that one night. I mean… it was just a chance meeting. She was the only mature female hanyou I had ever met, and I was likely the only mature male she ever met. We came together for one reason only… sex.”

“But then… you could have offspring out there?” Miroku gasped, shocked. Sure, they would be over fifty years old, but…

Inuyasha shook his head. “It’s not possible. Inuhanyou and Nekohanyou cannot reproduce anymore than a dog and cat can reproduce. Because children were not possible, we were not true mates. We parted way immediately afterward. I only ever knew her name.”

“So then… Kikyou?”

“I met Kikyou about a year after that.” Inuyasha said. “My relationship with Kikyou was different. There was nothing physical between us, but…” He trailed off. “She cared about me. She spoke to me with kindness. No human had done that to me since my mother’s death. I can’t deny that I fell deeply in love with her.”

Throughout Inuyasha’s talk, Miroku couldn’t help but notice that Inuyasha was speaking in the past tense in reference to Kikyou, especially about his feelings for the miko. But, come to think of it, Inuyasha had taken to referring to Kikyou in the past tense lately. “And now?”

“Now? It’s complicated.” Inuyasha caught the glare that Miroku sent his way. “It ain’t like that. I do still care for Kikyou. She was my first love. But the past… and the future that we were going to share together… that’s gone and it’s not coming back. The Kikyou that was brought back… she’s not the Kikyou I once knew.” Miroku nodded in encouragement. He knew that Inuyasha knew these things, but the hanyou really needed to say it out loud. “But… that doesn’t change the fact that I’m partially responsible for her death. I owe it to her to defeat Naraku at the very least. But after…?” He trailed off. “Well, we’ll never be what we were.”

“No one expects you to do any less for Kikyou.” Miroku nodded. Naraku needed to pay for his crimes, of that there was certainly no doubt. Many wrongs would be avenged with the death of Naraku. Kikyou’s death was just one of many wrongs. “Even Kagome understands that.” Miroku threw out Kagome’s name on purpose, to judge the hanyou’s reaction.

It was just as he expected. Inuyasha’s ears pulled back and his eyes dropped. “I know she understands.” He admitted. “She’s far more understanding than anyone has the right to be.”

“Lady Kagome is truly a wonder.” Miroku prodded.

“She is.” Inuyasha admitted.

“You care about her.” Time to stop beating around the bush.

“Course I care about her!” Inuyasha whispered harshly, still aware of the sleeping girls on the other side of the room.

“I meant how you once cared about Kikyou.” Miroku clarified.

“I don’t care about her like I cared about Kikyou.” Inuyasha said. “No… It’s stronger than that. Much stronger. Kikyou cared about me, but Kagome… her feelings are unreal. I never thought I would meet anyone who could love me as a hanyou since my mother. Kagome is just so…” Inuyasha didn’t even have the words to describe what Kagome meant to him. She was everything to him.

“Perhaps you should tell these things to Kagome.” Miroku said.

“What things?”

“About Miyako, Kikyou, and about herself. Everything.”

“No. I can’t say anything. And you can’t say anything about this to her either, monk!” Inuyasha hissed.

Miroku raised his hand. “I promise I will say nothing to Lady Kagome. But you should, Inuyasha. Kagome just wants you to be honest with her, you know.”

“I… I can’t. Not yet. I’m not ready.” Inuyasha said.

Miroku sighed. Well, then there was nothing to do to help him. They both fell silent for a few moments before Inuyasha spoke suddenly.

“They’re quiet next door.”

Miroku listened in with a shock. It was true. The noises next door had stopped. They had talked and managed to distract themselves through the whole thing. Thank the Kami.

“Well, it looks like we will be able to sleep tonight after all. Good night, Inuyasha.”

“Night.” The hanyou answered simply. Miroku fell asleep quickly, but Inuyasha remained awake for a while longer, contemplating the things that Miroku had spoken to him about.