A/N: Well this it it! My first fan-fic! Ahhh I'm so exited! Um, as you will see this takes place I guess after Miroku Proposed to Sango (not AU if you haven't already guessed). This is the first of the Seven Deadly Sins, and I just thought Miroku was perfect for it... This is supposed to show the worst in most of the main characters, and I think there are only two sins that have more then one sin assigned. I will be following this order . Well enough talk! Here it is!

#1. LUST

It was late in the afternoon as Miroku surveyed his surroundings carefully from the atop the hut, a perch he had only just discovered and would probably never again use. He was distracted from his uncomfortable position only by spying on his companions.

He saw Inuyasha, clad in his bright red outfit, grumbling and sauntering away from the hut in the direction of the forest, 'Someone doesn't look too happy,' Miroku murmured to himself.

He saw Shippou playing with twigs and rocks in the soft grass, 'What a strange kid,' Miroku thought. The women however, he knew where in the hut he was atop, doing something he just had to avoid.

Cleaning.

He shuddered as he sipped his tea with a calm stillness and quiet that he was sure could not be heard by the two ladies.

Quieter he sipped.

Quieter.

"Miroku!"

He sighed, he thought he could hide from them for at least an hour while they cleaned for Lady Kaede.

But no, his female counterparts seemed to have a sixth sense for slacking off, and he was always dragged into some chore duty anyway,"Coming" he sighed again.

He carefully maneuvered his way to the ground making sure not to fall flat on his face. Slowly he made his way around the hut being sure to bide his time. He didn't realize how much he had missed his peaceful life with Mushin-Sama.

No. He left Mushin-Sama's temple to help others, and at length, himself, to become a better Hoshi (one who is paid for exterminating services, phony or not), and to break this dreadful curse. He looked down at his cursed hand, 'Naraku' he growled and clenched his fist.

"Wow, you look so determined, I don't know if I want to disturb you." A voice rang out clear as a bell, the kind of voice that could break the trance of the most seasoned Monk. He opened his eyes, "Ah Sango, I always love looking into the face of a beautiful woman after a nice cup of tea." He flashed her a dashing smile and she blushed slightly, "Quiet you," she poked his chest playfully , " and how many cups of tea have you had today?" She asked eying him suspiciously, thinking it was more then just 'Tea' that he was drinking.

He caught her drift.

"Oh Sango," he touched his heart with a look of faux hurt, "you wound me, besides, you know the Proverb 'If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty.'" She rolled her eyes but smiled at him,"Well come on Kagome and I are not going to wait forever Hoshi-Sama." He bowed his head to her "As you wish, dearest Sango."

He watched her turn around with a blush and re-enter the hut, 'Holy thoughts' he repeated to himself.

'But that rear!'

With that his mantra was broken.

*.*.*.*.*

The hut was clean, the dinner was cooking, and everyone had found a comfortable spot in Kaede's home. Kagome was kneeling by the pot of stew constantly checking the taste on herself and the reluctant Shippou, who found it most comfortable on her lap. She turned to her left and motioned the spoon to an even more reluctant looking Hanyou sitting not to far from them with his sword in his lap.

Miroku and Sango, however, had opted to sit outside while dinner cooked, it was, as he had said a 'night as beautiful as she'. They sat just outside the door both not saying a word, until she spoke up, "So, your wife huh?" He was caught a little off guard by this..err..statement, but he replied lovingly nevertheless. "Sounds wonderful doesn't it? You'll never get bored I can promise." She smiled "I was never worried about boredom." Her eyes showed a certain sadness, he picked up on this. He put his hand on hers and leaned in closer to her face "I promise I will never hurt you, I promise in every human way possible. You have my heart Sango, you may do what you wish with it." Her eyes brightened as he leaned in even closer, she moved in just enough so they shared a kiss.

She loved him at that moment, everything about him, she accepted his flaws and embraced his every perfection. He on the other hand was thinking of nothing but, 'Oh Kami I hope she doesn't slap me after this.' She started to pull away after she had her fill of bliss.

But he wanted more.

She was intoxicating, even more so then the strongest Sake he had ever had. Every thought that had ever occurred to him about restraint (not very many) flew out the door. He kissed her deeper, and he moved his hand lower until it was right where he wanted it to be. Right where she wanted it the least.

Smack

"Stupid lecher, you had to ruin such a nice moment didn't you?" she mumbled getting up to leave. He jumped up trying to stop her, his hand grabbing her shoulder, his cursed hand however landed somewhere...else.

She turned around to him, the devil in her glare, and bashed him hard across the head. "And after I trusted you so blindly," he heard her mumble before he blacked out.

"Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst."

~Frederick Buechner

A/N: So? Whacha think? Reviews are always appreciated, and give me any critique you see necessary.

PS. If you of or an author you know has already finished a story with the same premise, TELL ME! I will give you credit at the end of my story.