10 Ways to Date a Perverted Monk

Rated: M (sexual content)

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

AN: A small series of shorts with our favorite monk and slayer battling it out…with each other.

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Chapter 4 – How to Get Away from a Perverted Monk

The loud growl flowed out deep within the cave as it echoed out, causing birds in flight to collide with fear.

Sango frowned.

Damn, she was a lot hungrier then she had thought.

She was starting to realize how stupid it was to run out on breakfast this morning. Kagome had even said about it being important to eat but did she listen? No. There were demons on the loose, killing villagers' stock. Sango rolled her eyes thinking back at how arrogant she sounded even to herself.

And it wasn't helping any that four feet away from her, leaning against the other side of the cave sat the monk in his dark purple robes, completely absent to her presence as his mouth wrapped around a rice ball that he had secretly hidden.

He was so absorbed in the ball that he barely registered her eying the morsel with want.

Gods, he was screwing with her!

Licking his fingers, he finished the rice ball, never once allowing his eyes to waver in her direction.

And it was eating away at her nerves for the past week.

After the embarrassment he'd suffered when she had pulled her plan on him, things had been…off.

It was one thing to be a little pissed off at her revenge attack, but this – okay, maybe a bit more than pissed but still.

He was torturing her. Days went by after that night where he wouldn't even glance in her direction. Strangely though he didn't hit on other women, which she thought for sure would be his way to become even.

Instead, he would maybe give a pretty girl a smile or a simple wave. No groping, cheesy pick up lines of bearing his children – nothing.

Strangely it pissed her off more that he wasn't saying those things to her. It was as if she missed those wandering hands that ominously found their way to her backside.

With a grunt, she picked up a rock and tossed it across the cave. It ricocheted off the stone wall and clunked the monk in the head, hard.

"Ow!"

A prideful smirk pulled at her lips as she crossed her legs and leaned her head back. Good, he deserved it after eating a rice cake in front of her like that.

"Watch where you aim woman." He grumbled, almost causing her to double look to make sure that it was in fact the monk and not the usual irritated hanyou.

"Maybe I would if you weren't being such a jerk!" They both huffed and faced opposite directions. Sango actually paused. 'Gods were turning into Inuyasha and Kagome!'

Peeking over her shoulder, she noticed Miroku's shoulder tensed. He wasn't happy. Not that she expected him to be but she seriously thought he wouldn't be this hung up. It had only been Inuyasha and Kagome who'd walked in on them; it wasn't like she had broadcasted it to the world or anything.

The monk shrugged, causing the Taijiya the confusion until she watched as he stood and straightened.

"Where are you" The words were cut off from the woman's mouth as another mouth was blocking any more thoughts to pass through. "Mmirowku?"

Making quick work of her clothing, the black slayer suit was pushed back so that a hand could slip down between her thighs. Immediately Sango squeaked as Miroku nipped at her neck, causing her to loll backward as he pressed a finger to her center. She was soaking wet, already wanting him. He smirked.

Agilely, he slipped the digit inside, feeling the muscles twitch. She wanted attention.

Now she was going to get it – whether she liked it or not.

Sango squirmed, only causing more friction against her nether lips. Gods, what the hell was he trying to do? "Miroku…" She whispered, but it was muffled once more when his lips claimed hers, sealing off her words tightly. So he didn't wish her to talk?

Miroku brought his other hand up to her clothed orbs and pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Immediately Sango cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as trickles of tears slipped down her cheeks.

Spinning his finger in a circular motion, he was rewarded with a soft mewl as Sango rose her hips, trying to thrust against his palm.

Oh no, she wasn't going to receive a reward, not while he was punishing her. Pressing his hand to her thigh, his finger sat just outside her center, waiting. When Sango growled out in frustration and tried to rub her thighs together, Miroku stilled her motions. She growled even louder.

"Miroku! Damn it, stop teasing me!" She tried to knock the restraints but his hands would not budge.

He simply ignored her, taking his hand away and sitting back with a calm face. Sango however panted, brushing her fussed up hair back from her eyes as she eyed him with suspicion. What was he up to?

"Are you just going to stop?" She asked after he seemed he would make no move to continue what they were doing. He simply crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, looking bored with the conversation. "Miroku?"

An eye cracked open and she felt herself frozen to the spot. "You're far from forgiven. If you so wish me to not pleasure you – then I won't."

She stuttered. "I never said I didn't want you to"

"Actions speak louder then words, Sango. You of all people should know this."

Her mouth couldn't seem to form words at what he was saying. He didn't want her any longer? Or he thought she didn't want him.

"Miroku," She whispered, but he stood, bringing her to follow his actions as he left the cave.

"We can leave now. It sounds like the demon smelled something more interesting then the live stock."

"What?"

Just then the cave shook, causing her body to gyrate as she tried to stand. "What the hell is that?"

"The demon." A gravely voice answered, his lips sneering in pleasure at seeing Sango, clothes mused up and looking like she just had a good sexing. "Ah, so this is what I smelled."

Her hand went to reach for her weapon and her heart stilled as it came up short. Shit, it was across from her. Too far away for her to get and still be able to use it before the demon attacked. A move caught the corner of her eye and they widened when there was sneer on the monk's face as he ripped open the wind tunnel. The demon screeched, trying to claw at anything to hold on for dear life but met the end of the wind tunnel. Miroku quickly sealed his hand away, the rosary beads slipping over one finger as he readjusted the robe's sleeve.

"Were done here."

Mouth open, Sango finally felt the tick of anger when realization ignited. "You used me to get the demon out?!"

Her hand connected to his face, welting a red mark. Miroku didn't flinch and merely grabbed at her hands when she made another attempt at slapping him. Pulling her flushed body to his, he crushed her up against the cave's wall and claimed her lips in such a heated kiss she barely could think or breathe.

"Y-you bastard," She breathed, her voice hitching as she tried to get air to her burning lungs. Miroku didn't give his usual smirk and instead worked a path down her neck, roughly grabbing at her chest.

"And you, dear Sango need to learn what it really means to be punished."

Something in the pit of her stomach knotted as her body heated and her lower region wet with anticipation.

Dear Gods what had she gotten herself into?

Miroku pinched a nipple between his forefinger and thumb and she groaned.

"Trouble," She gasped to no one but Miroku kissed her lips and answered 'yes.'

tbc