Later that night. The tension between the three friends could not have been thicker. InuYasha stood clear of Sango, as did Miroku. They spent a good amount of time in silence, until Sango sneezed.
"Bless you Sango" Miroku looked up at her and saw her blood finally come to its full boil.
"WHY DID YOU LET INUYASHA KISS YOU!"
Without words, Miroku stood up and walked out of the hut.
Miroku didn't need to explain himself, especially to Sango. He didn't know where he was going but he needed to get away from both Sango and InuYasha to clear his head. He always knew his love for Sango, and that was easy to express. His love for InuYasha was not as easy. Being known for a womanizer, he couldn't go up to him and do the things he normally does. He couldn't hold him, touch him. Be with him. He cared what people thought. And that was one thing he didn't want anyone to think. Hours, which seemed like minutes had passed and Miroku found himself near a mesmerizing lake. The moons rays shimmered on the surface, and gave Miroku a relaxed feeling. Resting his back on a nearby tree he watched as fished jumped through the lake.
"So this is where you have been hiding." miroku jumped and saw inuyasha standing there, he never looked so tempting.
"Inuyasha, I can't be with you alone...right now. Not when I'm-" inuyasha had knelt down next to miroku and began to kiss him. Waves of passion surged between the two, and before they knew it they had forcefully took off each others clothes. Inuyasha soon found a naked Miroku before him, he held back his urge to plunge into his comfort and began to trace his tongue over his soft delicate body. Slowly over his plump lips...then his neck...down his chest...until he reached Miroku's throbbing manhood. He took the member into his mouth, savoring the taste of it. Miroku moaned in pleasure as InuYasha stroked it with his tongue. Their passion continued until Miroku reached his limit. InuYasha could not hold his passion any longer so he let it go, pouring it all over Miroku's chest.
Miroku sat upright and found that he was still sitting by the lake, the sun just becoming apparent over the mountains. Miroku striped of his clothing and jumped into the cooling lake. That dream was so real, or at least it had cause a real 'reaction' to him. He submerged himself fully in the lake, letting the water wash over his built body. So maybe he did like InuYasha, who wouldn't? All the battles, not to mention all the baths they have been together in, it was only a matter of time before he started to like InuYasha. But Miroku could not help but feel sorry for Sango, all this time he had led her on and now he liked someone else. Miroku was not even sure if she liked him, so why should he feel sorry? He was not going to worry about other people. No. Miroku was going to do the right thing here, he was going to be with InuYasha if it was the last thing he ever did.