Fancy Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not my own.

Warning(s): Nudity. Sex scene (hetero).
A/N: Houshi-sama means monk.

Melancholy, Pt. 2

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As soon as I stepped foot into the steamy room, it felt as if all my troubles were insignificant. Azami—that was the beautiful maiden's name—had such a soothing voice. She led me through the steamy room, collecting my staff and setting it near the door. When her pale hands began to remove my clothing, I remember the problem in my loins.

"What is it?" She read my facial expression, and her hands stopped.

"It's nothing. I can undress myself. Really," I smiled and tried to remove my own clothing.

"I insist. I'm here to make you more comfortable, Houshi-sama." When she said my name, I saw how similar her eyes were to my beloved Sango's.

In fact, I began to imagine that it were Sango undressing me. My thoughts were unholy, and I should have scolded myself, but I was always such a lecherous man. Azami looked at me with her seemingly endless eyes and smiled. My erection was very obvious, but she did nothing to satisfy me.

When I felt her trying to remove the tekkou upon my right hand, I jolted back into reality. I caught her wrist, and then I remembered that there was nothing to hide. I no longer had my Kazaana. Azami whispered kind words to me, and then she slid the tekkou and my mala beads off.

"You'll feel much better in the water. Come here," Azami said with a flutter of her lashes.

And again, I saw only Sango. Sango was the one leading me to the indoor hot spring. Sango was the one scrubbing at my flesh. The smell of sandalwood salts only served to deepen my drowsy state. I felt the scrubbing end, and then I saw Azami begin to remove her peach-colored kimono—but it was Sango.

"Shh," Sango whispered as she placed a finger over my lips.

Months of chastity weighed down on my judgment. There was no hesitation when I wrapped my arms around Sango's waist. I pulled her into my lap, wanting to be nearer to her than ever before.

"Houshi-sama," Sango said, her breath hot upon my ear.

I almost lost control of myself. Every part of my body was burning with lust. My erection was hard and aching with need for the beauty before me. My Sango. My precious Sango.

I slid my hands over her wet flesh. My fingertips glided down her arms; my hands inched down her spine. I could hear her whimpering for more, begging me to touch her in her more secret areas. Her breasts were creamy and large, and her nipples had hardened at my touch.

Her hands had come to rest on my chest, but I felt them exploring my body. When I felt her hands upon my inner thighs, I jerked in surprise and pleasure. She looked at me with her cloudy eyes. I could read the passion—the love. Not a moment had passed between us. I was to spend the rest of my life with her.

"Sango," I moaned as her hand lightly trailed along my hardened member.

She smiled as I spoke her name, and she firmly grasped my member. Pumping it in her soft hands, she seemed every bit the woman of my dreams. I leaned my head back, grasping at her hips from any sort of support. Every inch of my body was burning with the desire to take her—to spill my seed inside of her.

"I'm ready," she said, ending my personal pleasure.

"I love you," I said in response, reacting immediately to the absence of her touch.

I helped her lower herself onto my hardened cock, and it was instant bliss. Our bodies moved in perfect unison. With every thrust, I felt myself closer to the edge. Everything was white hot. I caressed her wonderful breasts, even licking and nipping at them on occasion. When she moaned, I couldn't contain my own noises of pleasure.

"Ooh!" She gasped, our movements suddenly much harder and erratic.

As she came, I felt her tighten around my shaft. No time passed before I came. My seed exploded into her, and my body jerked some with the intensity. I knew I must have moaned her name. I must have exclaimed my emotions towards her.

I didn't want the moment to end, but she was already pulling away. Her expression revealed a shy edge, and no words could bring her any closer. Suddenly, Sango's beautiful breasts no longer seemed as perfect. Her face began to take another's shape. Her lips took on a more rosy hue. I glimpsed the dragonfly hair clip.

I watched Azami get out of the water without another word. She took her peach-colored kimono—her eyes never meeting my own—and covered her naked flesh. The water was cloudy and rather dirty from our activities, but I didn't want to move. I had wanted Sango so badly. It seemed that she was everywhere I looked. What was wrong with me?

My loins no longer cried for pleasure or release. I felt completely hollow. I had betrayed Sango. Months without sexual pleasure, and I had lost all reserve on a wicked fantasy. The perverted monk hadn't changed.

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Author Rant

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If readers are interested in the yaoi pair, perhaps a review will persuade me to reveal the lucky man sooner. Hint, hint.

Possible Question(s): Was this sex scene really necessary? Yes; this story is in Miroku's POV, and he is a man of many needs. When is the yaoi? Review for an answer.

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