Wishing Well
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Dragon Ball Z. Even my pants are on loan. Don't sue me.
Disclaimer: This is my first fic. Expect it to suck. Don't hurt me.
Legend: "…" = speech
'…' = thought
~~~ = beginning/ending of flashback
The monk and the two half-breeds were comfortably settled in the hot springs.
"Ah, this is wonderful! The girls' kidnappings seem like a distant nightmare here."
"Once again, I agree with you, bouzu."
"There's nothing like a dip in a hot spring after a hard day," Gohan agreed.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
The three males sank lower into the water. Each one wore a satisfied smile of content relaxation. Each one was curling up to happy thoughts. Each was hit by a wave of the most wonderful scent he had every whiffed in his short, strange life.
'Tangy, so crisp. Like an early autumn day. Much like Sango…"
"That bold scent, jaunty, happy…kind of a bully. Smells of ripe fruit and Videl…"
"Hn…light scent, like fresh spring flowers. Innocent, but eager for life, just like Kagome…"
The realization hit each male at the same time. The response was the same as each male jumped out of the water in shock, forgetting their nakedness.
Kagome, Sango, and Videl stood stunned as the man of their individual dreams jumped up in surprise.
Does this scene seem remotely familiar to you?
"Heat. Kuso, after everything that's happened, Sango's still in heat," Miroku whispered breathlessly, trying to breathe as shallowly as possible.
Inuyasha no longer had to waste time pondering why Miroku could smell the changes. And he'd be damned if he tried to control his instincts. Gohan stood oblivious to all but Videl, willing his mind to run on autopilot; letting his Saiyan instincts take over.
Of course, women just have to be unpredictable.
All of the women wordlessly stripped. That alone would be a problem for our heroic males, but then when the girls proceeded to jump into the springs…
'Goddamnit is she trying to kill me?!' was the thought that ran through our heroes' assaulted minds.
Videl grabbed Gohan's tail as he stood in shock. If that didn't stop his heart, she proceeded to drag him to the farthest, deepest end of the heated pool. And hey, who was he to stop her?
Sango snagged the youkai-monk by his dragon tail and forcefully moved him to the little island…well; rock, in the middle of the pool.
Which left Inuyasha and Kagome standing near the head of the hot spring. Alone.
Which made the hanyou exceedingly nervous.
'What's this girl up to now? I know that look in her eye…she's planning to sit me and drown me I bet.'
With those thoughts in his head, it could explain how he utterly ignored the fact that Kagome had stepped behind him.
She looked pensively at the skin on his back, trying to find any open wounds. Unfortunately, the hanyou's rigid, wary stance made it hard for her to ignore his muscles, which twitched nervously every once in a while.
"Oh stop, Inuyasha, I came to tend to your wounds and help you clean up. Now keep still."
That pretty much got his attention.
"No osuwari, osuwari, osuwari? No sitting, no hentai, no yelling?" he asked nervously, his ears twitching behind him to catch her voice.
Kagome blushed lightly, remembering her previous reaction. She took her soap and washcloth, and proceeded to massage his back.
"No, Inuyasha. I can't do that to my savior. Well, not today."
Slowly, under her gentle, cleansing touch, the hanyou relaxed.
When the companionable silence had stretched for some time…rather, when Kagome was finished cleaning and checking his back and shoulders, she slowly turned him to face her, her flushed face darkening even more.
Inuyasha looked down at her and remembered all that she'd confessed in the cave. She loved him. She told him this in his most dangerous form, and he saw nothing but relief and joy in her eyes at his arrival. He believed her. Oh how he believed, but there was a small problem…
"Kagome, Inuyasha no kokoro, I-I…"
Kagome shushed him with a finger on his lips. They both trembled under that brief touch.
"Inuyasha, I need to talk while I'm still bold enough to."
Inuyasha complied, his eyes completely mystified.
"Inuyasha, I…I have been in love with you for a long time now. You remember when I told you I would stay by your side through it all? I…that was the first time that I was sure. But you had already made your decision to join Kikyou, so I…couldn't tell you.
Something happened just before Gohan and Videl came. I was alone, under the God Tree. I was thinking, and trying…to sort my feelings out. Kikyou came to me."
At this, Inuyasha's breath entered his body in a ragged hiss.
"She questioned me. She badgered me. She asked me whether I could love you enough to stay here, away from my family, friends, everything I ever knew before you."
Inuyasha heard his heart slow in his chest. Each solid thump seemed to get further and further away.
"I told her yes. And then she said that I deserved you, and she…she left. She gave up the last of her soul."
Kagome looked down from Inuyasha's face as she said this. At least, she tried to. But large clawed hands stopped her face. They softly, yet firmly brought her eye back to his gaze.
Inuyasha's gaze broke through the last of Kagome's defenses. Tears welled into her eyes as the loneliness, the passion, the apprehension, and all the feelings that he had hidden from her poured through that gaze.
Nothing prepared Kagome for the kiss.
Inuyasha used his mouth to tell her all that he had felt throughout the past two years, but he abandoned the inadequacies of speech for a more direct method. His lips and fangs delicately nibbled and teased Kagome's closed mouth, mirroring the curiosity he had felt at first. When these actions caused her to gasp, his tongue cautiously ventured past her teeth, tenderly raking across the sensitive ridges and tips of her canines. His tongue slid past the tip of her own, and both jumped back from the touch. Tentatively, his ventured closer, and slid against hers again. Slowly, gently, he coaxed her out into the open, and she responded. When she got bolder, and jousted with him, he shrank back. Then, it was her turn to slip inside his mouth and tease him back into the open.
Suddenly, Inuyasha let his passion slip. He wrapped his arms around Kagome's tiny waist, hauling her up to his chest, pressing her against his total length. His mouth dominated hers, as he sampled her flavorful bouquet like an expert wine taster, taking small samples and rolling the intoxicating taste over his palate.
It took a while for the lovers' lungs to complete their desperate S.O.S. for air. They broke away, panting heavily. Kagome's eyes were bright and sparkling as she opened them wide. Inuyasha's pair was heavily lidded, with red-gold fire burning in them.
"Oh Inuyasha!" Kagome cried as she threw herself against him, tears springing unbidden from her.
"Aa, Inuyasha no kokoro. I understand. Wakata," he murmured, as he cooed and cuddled her to him.
The sky smiled gently down at the couple.
Videl found a convenient rock ledge in the far end of the pool. She eased her body onto the seat, never letting go of Gohan's tail. When she was reasonably comfortable and Gohan was standing to the left of her, she let go of his tail to grab his waist and push down on his hips.
Seeing as how Gohan was mildly inebriated on the feeling of his tail in Videl's silky smooth hand, he wasn't quite as steady as he should have been, and he promptly fell on his ass with a huge splash.
The impromptu geyser stopped to show two sopping wet black-haired teenagers laughing their heads off.
When Videl finally got her giggles under control, she threw a capsule at the nearby bank. In a poof, it revealed a washcloth, a large fluffy towel, soap, shampoo, and a comb, among other toiletries.
Gohan looked warily over his shoulder at the comb and shampoo. Despite his short cut, his hair still had a tendency to snarl. And he'd been around women long enough to see the mission of cleanliness look in the young girl's eyes.
"Uhm, Videl, what exactly do you plan to do?"
'Fuck you perhaps?' she thought. "Well, you just spent about a day fighting wolves and stuff, so I figured you'd like a nice scrub. You may be the Great Saiyaman, but you still have trouble cleaning your back," she teased, as she rubbed the soap over his back.
Gohan grunted, and turned away again. She was right. It felt heavenly to have someone scratch that annoying area in between his shoulder blades that he never could scratch just right.
Videl worked contentedly, carefully checking Gohan's back and arms for breaches in the skin. He seemed to have escaped any injury.
'Typical. He's the same when he's Saiyaman.'
Suddenly, Videl felt a furry presence wrap around her thigh. She smothered her triumphant giggle as Gohan's tail continued to betray his true feelings.
Gohan was too absorbed in his thoughts.
'She still responds to me. I would never have believed it. I mean…I watched her at school and in her battles and in training, but I was too scared to get to know her. But it's as if I already know that she's the one. I don't want to endanger her though. My family and friends are always being called on to save Earth, and I don't want her to be threatened or killed because she's my woman. I need to ask her how she feels. If she's willing to take that risk…'
The electrifyingly smooth feeling of lather on his scalp lulled him into a daze. He leaned his head onto Videl's lap. So engrossed was he in her massage, he was unaware of her left hand traveling down his back.
That is, until she grabbed his tail and unwound it from her leg.
His eyes flew open, but he refused to move. He couldn't move.
Videl slowly stroked his tail, starting from the tip and flowing against the short dense fur to the base. She firmly circled the muscular base and then ran her soapy hand back to the tip, smoothing the fur back down.
She decided to follow the instructions on her shampoo bottle and repeat.
When she was finished, she cupped her hands and filled them with the warm spring water. She carefully poured the water onto his head, repeating her actions twice before the thick lather was completely gone.
Still Gohan did not move.
She gently used her hands push the tail under the water and stroke the lather out of it, gently squeezing it dry when she was done.
Gohan still did not move.
Videl became worried at his unresponsive nature. She really hadn't meant to be so free with his tail, but when it wrapped around her, she felt…
'Wanted. For the first time since dad fooled everyone into believing that he won that Tournament, I've felt more important than anything else. And, I wanted to return the feeling. Oh please, Gohan, you called me koi, please don't be mad at me.'
Gohan slowly raised his head from Videl's lap. He stood up very slowly, as if he was trying to control each minute movement. He turned and his eyes caused Videl to gasp.
Gohan was on fire. His eyes were still black, but the blue flame was back with a vengeance.
'That little temptress! She sits me down, and then uses those deadly hands on my hair, lulls my head into her lap where that, that…siren scent is calling me from, and then she practically fondles my tail clean! Then she expects me to be all ladidadeela when all I want is, is, is...'
Gohan's brain stop functioning as he roughly pulled Videl to him, literally sweeping her off of her feet. With his hands clasped tightly in her short hair and her full body weight supported on his forearms, which curled under her shoulders and over her back, he was in complete control.
She couldn't move if she'd even considered it. Not that she was thinking about anything much anymore.
Gohan growled, letting his overwhelming gaze scald Videl's exposed flesh. His eyes fell on her trembling lips.
Videl's breath was sucked out of her body as Gohan possessively claimed her mouth with his. He lashed and bruised her lips open, then buried his tongue deep within her, tasting every ounce of soft flesh within her orifice. He glanced over her tongue, paused, like a striking snake, then attacked, forcing her to feel his passion.
It was the most erotic thing Videl had ever experienced. Her own passion flared and she turned the tables on him, responding to his hard and silky caresses. Her arms moved around his neck of their own accord and she drew herself even closer to him.
Eventually they stopped, their lungs seared of any oxygen.
Panting, Gohan regarded Videl's sparkling sapphire eyes. He could see the love, but it was marred with confusion. 'She still isn't sure.'
Before Videl could speak, Gohan turned to sit on the rock ledge. He set her to kneel on his lap, and contented himself with holding her under his chin while gazing at the glorious summer sky overhead.
Sango tugged her…the monk to the half-sunken boulder in the middle of the spring. She let go of Miroku's hair in order to clamber up the rock, and took great care to find a comfortable position to seat her sore body in. She finally came to rest with her feet dangling in the water, the small ripples splashing her knees.
Miroku was still in the water, his head level with Sango's stomach. He looked intently at her as she squirmed on the rock. His eyes, which had returned to their normal chocolate-brown, feasted on her every erotic movement.
Until her container of soap-like plant gel embedded itself in his head.
While he soothed the growing lump, she placed her bathing supplies neatly to the left of her. When she was done, she took his hands from off her hips, swatted him with her open hand, and then placed his hands palm-down on her thighs, his fingertips lightly grazing her lower abdomen.
"Grope me, Houshi-sama, and the next time I do something nice for you will be when Inuyasha goes completely bald."
Miroku gulped nervously, even as his heart sank at the way she chose to address him. He was really beginning to hate the title houshi-sama.
Without further ado, Sango used the gel in the container to soap Miroku's hands and arms. When Miroku raised an eyebrow at her actions, she was quite straightforward in her answer.
"Houshi-sama, I've known you for two years. The last place that you'll ever get attacked is your back. You keep that and your chest far away from any enemy. That's why your weapon of choice is your staff. Avoids any confrontation that could mar your good looks."
Miroku grinned.
"Aa, Sango, you know me too well."
Sango smirked, and settled down to work. She briefly trailed her fingers along the back of his left hand before grasping it in her two. Using her thumbs, she firmly massaged the flesh between the bones, smoothing away much of the unconscious tension caused by grasping a staff for nearly twelve years. She moved over his wrist and forearm, scanning him for any broken skin.
Satisfied that her…the monk's left arm was not bitten, she moved to his right. She preformed the same treatment, then sat back thoughtfully to observe the semi-comatose monk.
He stood with his eyes hooded, a very serious expression on his face. He seemed to be pondering the events of the past day, and she did not like the expression creeping into his eyes. His hair hung limp behind him, framing his face. His stare turned to concentrate on his right hand.
Sango followed his stare, remembering the past two years. All of the days and nights when she watched Miroku in a similar position, albeit with clothing on, worry endlessly about his lifespan, or lack thereof. Some days later, his happy face and antics would seem nothing more than a brittle layer that barely kept the overwhelming doom away. On those days, she would make herself more accessible to his gropes or allow him to peek just a little longer than necessary, silently cheering him up.
Miroku was surprised when Sango turned his right palm up, and then placed the hand back on her lap. She seemed to be considering the hand. 'Wondering when the Kazaana will appear to suck her up probably,' he inwardly winced.
"I've never seen your right hand before, Miroku," Sango stated.
The statement was innocent enough, but Miroku was pulled alert by the husky undertone in her voice.
If that didn't get his attention, her fingertips whisking over the area once dominated by the Kazaana did.
Miroku hissed at the excruciating pleasure that drifted up his hand. He had not expected the removal of the curse to leave the skin there so sensitive. The new flesh and nerve endings jumped into action, causing him to catch Sango's hand in his own.
Sango, surprised by his reaction, slipped off of the boulder. Miroku wrapped his left arm around her hips to stop her from crashing into him, trying to avoid an accident that would send both of them underwater. She ended up standing in the water, pressed against him in an attempt to regain her balance.
They stood like that for a long time, just staring into each other's eyes. Tentatively, Sango shifted onto her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to Miroku's pair. He gasped, his mouth falling ever so slightly ajar, and she took that chance to gingerly run her tongue over his even teeth. Warmth suffused her body as Miroku cautiously mimicked her gesture, raking over her upper teeth.
Slowly, carefully, Sango deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with an eagerness that made up for any skill she may have lacked. Miroku opened himself to her, giving her control, only using his tongue to herd hers back to areas that brought him pleasure once her initial inspection was complete. Still shy, Sango returned the favor, allowing him time to investigate her sweet oral cavity.
Finally satisfied, Miroku raised his head, allowing Sango to breathe deeply. He stroked his thumb over her soft cheek, trying to slow his heart.
"You understand, Sango, that I don't know what's happening to me."
"Hmm," she acknowledged, "But don't think that I will let you go and hide behind that happy mask anymore when I know your hurt. I'm here now, and I'll be here forever. I have no intention of losing you, so we'll just have to feel our way through this together."
Miroku tried to stop the treacherous tears from flowing. Sango only pressed him closer to her, twining her arms around his neck while resting her head just below his chin.
"I love you, koikaze."
Miroku stopped trying, as the sun wrapped the couple in a blanket of warmth.