Chapter 6

The sun spilt over the peak of the mountains, pouring onto the sleeping eyes of Kagome, Sango, and Shippo. InuYasha was awake already, and had been for hours. Miroku had completely disappeared from his ear shot and from his sense of smell : the monk was nowhere to be sensed. This worried the half demon, and his irritability at his worry for the lecherous monk made sleep illusive.

Kagome awoke first, with a yawn and a rub to her eyes to wipe away the remaining sands of sleep. Noticing InuYasha and awake and fully alert, she looked to him in a confused sort of fashion.

"InuYasha?" she said, her voice still groggy.

"Hmm?" he looked down at her. "What?"

"Why're you awake?"

"You got something against it?" he snapped.

"Geez, craaaanky! I was just asking, you don't have to bite my head off!" a bit peeved herself, now, she got up and rolled up her sleeping bag, starting to pack up so they could go on their planned search for Miroku. Kagome had to admit, she was overly worried about him. True, he could take care of himself...but she cared for him and it was natural to worry.

Speaking of caring for the monk....

She looked over at Sango, who was just getting up herself, stretching and yawning away the night. If Kagome was worried, she could only imagine how out of her mind Sango must be...she would never admit it, but Kagome knew she cared for Miroku. REALLY cared for him.

"Good morning Sango. Ah, you too Shippo!" Kagome tried to sound her cheeriest in hopes of keeping everyone in high spirits dispite the disappearance of their friend.

"Good morning Kagome, InuYasha." Sango said delicately, moving from her own sleeping parcel and packing it up immediately.

"'Mornin' Sango....'Gome...yaaaaaawn InuYasha..." Shippo seemed to be less the morning person out of the group. He looked around at everyone, rubbing each eye in turn. "Why're we packing so early?"

"We're leaving to search for Miroku today, you idiot. Or did you're little brain forget that already?" snarled InuYasha.

Sango arched a brow at her half demon friend. "My, my. Someone is touchy this morning, aren't we?"

"Yeah, he's been like that ever since I woke up! Don't pick on Shippo, InuYasha. He probably just wants breakfast first!" Kagome began rummaging in her bag for something for the little fox demon to munch on.

"Yeah Inuyasha, don't be such a stick in the mud! Thanks Kagome!" One rice ball was plenty for little Shippo.

Sango stood up, adjusting her pack comfortably onto her back before turning to InuYasha. "InuYasha, can you sense him at all?"

"No. He's gone beyond all reach of my senses. Where ever he is, he's far. We're going to have to double back to where we all think he disappeared." His arms folded, he stodd in the familiar position he always took when trying to establish some form of authority over the group.

"Where would that be?" Asked Kagome.

"I think I remember seeing him last when we spotted the hot springs yesterday afternoon." Sango offered.

Shippo nodded vigorously, his mouth and cheeks filled with rice ball.

"All right then." InuYasha nodded toward the east, and the rising sun. "That was on a hill way back there."

Kagome stood, adjusting her pack, smiling to Shippo as he hopped onto her pack, finishing his breakfast. "Let's go then!"

Chapter 7

Miroku was wide awake, laying on his back and looking up at the Heavens, hands behind his head. Kouga and he had spent the night together.

Holy shit, thought Miroku.

They hadn't had sex. Miroku tried to ease himself with that. But what they had done was...well...let's just say he was a bit more acquainted with Kouga than he thought he'd EVER be.

Speaking of Kouga, he was sleep next to Miroku in fact. They had used Miroku's robes as blanket, both sleeping naked.

Miroku looked over at Kouga, sensing he was slowly starting to awaken, even saw his eyes twitching. Turning his head back, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Wonder what he'll do, Miroku thought.

And in fact, Kouga DID wake up. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up slowly, the monk's robes falling off his shoulders and slipping down to his hip, revealing those mouth watering abs (mmmmmm...demon wolf abs....heh! - -). Running a hand through his hair, he looked over at Miroku who was sleeping peacefully...

Sleeping peacefully my ass, Kouga thought irritably. What does he think I am, stupid?

To prove he was indeed NOT stupid, Kouga threw the robes up for a moment to allow him more movement so that he position towering over Miroku, legs on either side of the monk's body and hands on his shoulders. As well, for added fun, the wolf decided to grind his body against the monk's to "wake him up".

And it did wake him up.

Miroku's eyes snapped open and he grabbed onto Kouga's arms, starring up at him in surprise. The monk's half opened mouth was struggling with a moan that was begging to be let loose. He sustained, however, as he knew it was Kouga wanted. "And here I was thinking I could fool you..." Miroku's voice was low and husky, his blood racing in these early morning hours.

"I'm not stupid, Monk." I always was the dominant one, Kouga thought to himself with an inward smile. He liked it that way. He liked winning his prey by force......it was then, when he associated Miroku with his "prey", that a vivid sexual game popped into his head which caused a tremble to go down his spine.

Miroku felt said shiver and looked at Kouga with concern. "Cold are we?"

"Not in the least. I was just imagining something..." Kouga looked down at Miroku, licking his lips.

The monk swallowed nervously, but his voice was cool and collected. "Oh? And what would that be?"

Kouga then laid his full body on top of Miroku's, slidding his body along the monk's until he was in a comfortable position, running a hand through Miroku's hair so that he could grab a good handful of it in the back, yanking his head up so that Kouga's lips hovered over Miroku's, Kouga's words beating down onto and into the monk's mouth with an overwhelming heat capacity. "You as my prey...."

Roughly, Kouga feasted upon Miroku's mouth. Last night was the night to savor. Right now was what the wolf leader had wanted to do : be rough, be vicious, take all that he wanted like the sexual glutton he was.

And he would. And he did. For hours, his tongue and teeth and hands found ways to make Miroku cry out from quick, hard pleasure. Kouga wanted Miroku to feel pleasure from pain, and that's what he'd do. He tasted Miroku in ways that took the monk's breathe from him, his hands molding into Miroku's flesh and his tongue tasting all the tastes a holy man's body had to be tasted.

((To what few fans I have! : Thank you so much for the support! 0.0 I never thought that my writing would be as popular as it is! I'm sorry I haven't written in awhile. I've been distracted with MANY things but I'll work more on this yaoi as I see it's appreciated Thank you, once again!))