Hey! This is my first fanfic ever, so if you have any constructive criticism, go right ahead and give it. I am making my first attempt at writing a lemon (or as I call it 'the nasty', which is something I've called it since I was a kid and learned what 'the nasty' is). So sorry if it's not as good as you'd have liked.

Summary: Miroku has been keeping a secret from the gang and is worried Sango won't love him if she finds out. Contains lemon (what is a lime anyways?).

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha (pity), all of that jazz belongs to whatshisname who wrote it. Ayana, Sari, and Minoru are characters I made up myself and they belong to me, but you are free to use them if you wish.

Italics a person's thoughts

Capitol letters a loud sound, ex. SLAP!

Blah blah blah is a persons dream

blah blah blah is a flashback

blah blah blah is dreaming a flashback

Now enjoy!

Miroku sighed and leaned against the rocky sides of the hot spring, his mind lost in thought, eyes unfocused.

"Hey Monk, you okay?" Inuyasha asked with a slight hint of concern.

…I suppose not…we've been traveling together for three years now, I haven't visited them in four years. They probably don't even remember me.

"Miroku?"

His gaze focused on the half-demon that sat across from him. Sango would kill me if she found out. "Yes Inuyasha, I'm fine, just thinking."

"Perv, thinking of Sango with me right here," the half-demon muttered under his breath, but the monk heard.

He placed a hand over his heart, "now Inuyasha, how could you accuse me of such thoughts?" He paused and then chuckled, "I would have waited for you to leave before doing something such as that."

The half-demon eyed the monk in a mixture of annoyance and disgust, trying to hide the fact that it was a rather funny thing for the monk to say. He's definitely thinking about something, he lightly sniffed, whatever it is, it's causing him to worry. Inuyasha would never admit that he cared about his friends to such an extent as their emotions. But Miroku was the first guy friend he had ever had. The first male that didn't try to kill him for merely looking at a woman or mock him for being a half-breed. And he would do anything to keep this friend.

Inuyasha hesitated, his mouth opening and then closing, he took a deep breath, "if you ever need to talk about anything that's not lecherous, I'm here," he closed his eyes and leaned back. There, I did it, now hopefully he'll calm down. He thought all Miroku needed was that reassurance, he never thought the monk would actually confide in him.

"Thanks." But the monks scent didn't change, he was still worried about something.

Inuyasha shrugged it off and reluctantly got out of the hot spring. Turning his back to Miroku he dressed, his sensitive ears hearing the monk get out and pull on his robes and followed the half-demon back to camp.

SLAP!

"Pervert monk!" Sango yelled as a red handprint appeared on Miroku's face.

Kagome shook her head and Inuyasha sighed, walking beside the feuding couple, the quarrel being caused by the monk's wandering hands.

"I swear my dear Sango, it's this cursed hand!"

"It was your left hand that did it!"

"Well what one does the other will surely follow." He decided to emphasize his point.

SLAP!

"That was your cursed hand this time!" Sango fumed, he has the nerve to grab me when I'm yelling at him, although his hands are pleasantly strong, focus Sango! You're supposed to be mad at him! "I can't believe the nerve of you!" She quickened her pace and jumped on Kirara's back as the cat demon transforms hoping to avoid the monks wandering hands by moving above and ahead of him.

"Are we going to have to sleep outside again tonight?" The young fox demon asked, changing the subject.

Kagome gave the kitsune a motherly hug, "yes Shippo, there's not another village for at least two more days.

He sighed and snuggled into her arms, my mommy.

Ayana snuggled into the futon next to him. The young monk tried to object but was quieted by her wavering voice and the tears that were threatening to fall from her hazel eyes.

"I don't want to be alone tonight, onegai?" her begging voice ended any further objections from him.

The young monk sighed as he enveloped her in his arms, "okay, but just for tonight."

He closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep, when he suddenly felt warm lips placing chaste kisses on the side of his neck. He pulled away to look at her. Her eyes were filled with loneliness and lust. She moved in and kissed his lips softly, his lips responding. He sighed and nodded his consent when her hand hesitated at the tie on his under-robes that he slept in.

She shivered in excitement at the sight of his beautiful young chest as the robe slid off, leaving only the leggings he wore beneath. She traced a clawed finger down the center of his chest, causing his muscles to shiver in response.

Ayana snuggled against his chest, kissing every inch of it, intending on enjoying and soaking in every moment of this. She'd never been allowed to do this before, no one wanted to rut with a mutt like her. Sure she was a full demon and the respected protector of this village, but she was a mixed demon, half dog yukai and half wolf yukai. Humans didn't want her in that way because she was a demon and demons didn't want her in that way because she was a mixed blood. And mixed bloods just weren't something you did.

His heart hadn't sped up much, he wasn't even aroused by her gentle caresses, kisses and licks to his chest. Moving back up to his lips she placed more desperate kisses on them.

Sighing inwardly, he gave in. Returning the kiss as passionately as he could, he slowly removed her robe, revealing pale unblemished skin and large firm breasts.

She rolled on top of him and ground against him, rubbing her thigh between his legs, finally getting the reaction she wanted.

Taking his cursed hand, he massaged her left breast gently, applying more pressure when she moaned and arched into his touch.

She quickly tore off his leggings, leaving him exposed to her as her eyes explored his nether regions. She felt the heat pooling between her legs and grasped his member firmly, pumping it till it completely hardened in her grasp, his moans encouraging her.

Suddenly he flipped them over so he was on top. He reached down between her legs with his left hand and stroked her roughly. Her body shook and shuddered as the first wave of pleasure overtook her.

"Miroku!"

"Wake up monk!" Inuyasha kicked the sleeping Miroku, "time to go!"

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Just a dream, a memory.

He hoped he wouldn't dream of that again. It wasn't that it was a bad memory, it was all-in-all rather pleasant, it was just that it wasn't something he wanted to remember because with it came guilt. It had been his first time, and it had quickly resulted in a pregnant demon and the birth of twin half-demons. He felt guilty because their mother, Ayana, had died shortly after giving birth to the children, and then once they were a year old, he had left them with the headman's family and continued his hunt for Naraku. He had visited as often as one on a mission such as his could, which was at least two to four times a year. But he hadn't seen them in four years now.

The small Shippo pounced on the monks shoulder in order to avoid Inuyasha who was currently chasing him for swallowing his last two noodles of ramen (someone was definitely obsessed).

Thankfully, before Inuyasha could attack Shippo and the monk, Kagome said the 'S' word.

"Sit boy!"

THUD! Inuyasha went face-first into the dew covered grass.