"Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him."

Sun Tzu – The Art of War

A/N: Some more lemony stuff, see pervious warning.

Sango was the first to stir when morning came. At first she didn't recognize the subtly pressure laying on her naked stomach but as she regain consciousness she realized it was Miroku's arm. She blushed crimson and made to pull away, but the hentai monk simply groaned in his sleep and held her tighter. She gave up when she realized he had no intention of letting her go. She sighed softly.

"And just where did you think you were sneaking off too." He said. Her head whipped around.

His eyes were still tightly shut, but he was smiling in that lecherous way only he could. Sango narrowed her eyes.

"I thought you were asleep." His smirk grew wider and he opened his eyes.

"My dear Sango I assure you I was, but really any movement of your spectacular body against mine has the affect of instantly rendering me alert."

She blushed and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Lech," she whispered. He responded by yanking her under him and pinning her with his body. Sango gasped and her blush deepened. He stared into her beautiful eyes and his playful grin faded.

"I wish I could wake up to you in my arms everyday," he whispered, fiercely.

She felt a sob clutch at her throat and would have said something if he hadn't cut her off with a bruising kiss. She clung to him desperately and responded with all the passion she possessed. They were both breathing heavy when they pulled away and she could feel the evidence of his desire for her straining against her bare thigh. She instinctively moved her leg against him and he hissed, his smirk returning.

"Well, well taijiya. You wish to tease do you?"

She frowned, confused and started to say.

"Miroku I don't know what you'r…" She ended with a gasp. He had lowered his dark head and captured a nipple in his hot mouth, stroking and teasing until it was erect. Sango arched against him and buried her hands in is silky hair, holding him to her chest.

She was panting and when she felt his fingers trail over her hip and slip between them to brush a knuckle against her clit. She yelped. Miroku released her nipple with a tiny pop and smirked down at her.

"Sango, did I ever tell you that one of my most frequent and deliciously lecherous fantasies involved having you trapped beneath me, panting, while you came apart in my arms?"

It took a moment for his words to register through the haze of lust he had induced with his ministrations, but when it did she frowned at him.

"I don't like to be trapped, Miroku." He looked at her bemused.

"Hmmm, I would hate to displease you taijiya. Perhaps if we do it this way instead."

She was about to ask him just what he was up too when he suddenly pulled himself off of her and hauled her up with him, settling her so her back was to his chest and she was sitting between his legs. She could feel his erection brushing against her backside and when she shifted to look at him he groaned. His member had brushed along the groove between her cheeks and Miroku found the sensation nothing short of sublime.

He pushed the curtain of black silk trailing down her back to the side and breathed huskily into her ear. "Now, you are free to flee if you have the urge."

Sango opened her lips, but her protests died the moment he sucked lightly on the shell of her ear and brought his hands up to cup her breasts. She moaned as he kneaded, his prayer beads rubbing sensually over her right nipple, while he kissed a path down her slender throat. Sango arched against him and he hissed as her magnificent ass rubbed him again.

"Miroku," she panted. He smirked against her skin.

"Do you wish to escape taijiya?"

She moaned again and slow shook her head, 'no'. Miroku's grin turned devilish. His right hand continued its assault on her soft mound while his left slowly trailed down her ribcage, over her taut abdomen, and lower, to gently brush the curls near her sex. She squirmed against him and he teased her by brushing his fingers over the top of her mound, ignoring her glistening lips and her engorged clit.

She tried bucking her hips to get him to touch her the way she wanted, but he simply continued to tease the soft skin.

"Miroku please," she whined. He ran his tongue over the shell of her ear and whispered.

"Please what? Tell me what you want me to do Sango." She mewled and bit her lip, an embarrassed flush staining her cheeks.

"T-Touch me, houshi…please."

He briefly thought of making her beg, but decided that would simply be cruel.

"Your wish is my command."

Miroku's fingers trailed lower and he parted her folds to rub against her clit. Her hips jerked.

"M-More," she gasped. He smiled and this time he plunged two fingers into her dripping sex causing her to arc and rub against him. He groaned and started pumping his digits in and out, brushing her clit with each stroke. Sango started bucking her hips in time to his thrusts and undulating uncontrollably. Miroku watched her go wild in his arms and felt justifiably smug. He continued to thrust inside her, adding a third finger and increasing the speed.

Sango groaned and her cries became increasingly louder until finally she arched her back and screamed his name. He continued to pump into her until she came back down from her orgasm and collapsed back against his chest panting. She was blushing madly and she tilted her head forward to hide her face in her hair.

He brushed it away.

"Sango?" She blushed deeper.

"I can't believe how…how wanton you make me."

"Does it embarrass you, taijiya."

"A-A little." He sighed and embraced her, pulling her against his chest.

"Please my beautiful Sango. Please don't ever be embarrassed by your response to my touch. I want you to feel pleasure. I need you to so that I will have something to hold on to when…." He trailed off, but she understood.

She turned in his arms and kissed him, her tongue dueling with his as she pulled him down on top of her. Miroku groaned into her mouth and kissed her back, as desperate as she was. He wasted no time slipping inside her warmth, groaning at the feel of her velvet soft core caressing his swollen flesh.

Miroku started to move, pumping in and out, of her, gradually increasing the pace. Sango wasn't idle, meeting him thrust for thrust. Soon both were panting and moaning as they raced towards the building crescendo.

"Sango," Miroku groaned as he arched into her. Sango cried out at the same moment as both climaxed in perfect harmony. When they both came down from the heavens Miroku pulled Sango into his arms and held on for dear life.

It was the most wonderful and bittersweet moment of his existence.

Sango and Miroku left the inn later than they initially intended but neither seemed to care too much. She glanced at the monk and felt a blush stain her cheeks. He caught it and grinned back at her, waggling his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes.

"You're incorrigible." He smirked.

"Only where you're concerned, my dear Sango."

She laughed and took his uncursed hand in hers, lacing their fingers. She knew that what they had done together hadn't changed the fact that he was going to leave her, but right now she refused to think of it. Right now he was here and they were together.

It was the only thing that mattered.

He seemed to sense her thoughts and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Sango, I've been thinking. We are a half a day's journey from a temple that is cared for by an old friend of my grandfather's and it might behoove us to seek him out and see if perhaps he has more information on Lord Toyotomi. My grandfather was no fool. I believe that although he never spoke of his task, he probably left something behind that would give us a clue as to why we are being summoned."

She frowned.

"You think we should go to the temple and see? Are you sure you wish to do that Miroku? It might make us late arriving in Toyotomi's domain."

He gazed into the distance, thoughtful.

"I think it is a calculated risk. We both feel that something is wrong with this summons. Add Lady Kaede's perplexing, if obscure, vision and the feeling becomes something more substantial than superstition. I believe that we should enter the Shogun's domain with as much information as possible."

Sango thought about his suggestion for a moment. She had to admit that the closer they journeyed to the southern lands the more uneasy she'd become. Now that her emotions were calmer, more lucid, the feeling had intensified. She frowned. As a taijiya she'd long since learned to trust her instincts. They had saved her life on more that one occasion and now they were thrumming madly. Part of her had the brief thought of simply abandoning this task altogether, but then she remembered what Kaede had told Miroku of the children.

Whatever awaited them beyond the horizon she knew that they needed to face it, or else it would simply keep growing.

Sango glanced down at Miroku's right hand and felt a stab in her heart. Besides who knew how much more time they would have together. She wanted to see this through to the end.

"All right. Let's go and see him."

He nodded and together they took the fork in the roadway to the east and towards the temple.

Tatsuo had been trying to figure out a way all day to introduce the potion created by his master into the hanyou's blood stream. He'd briefly thought of simply slipping it in the well, but he did not have enough. When the serum became too diluted its affects were greatly diminished.

His next plan was to somehow introduce the serum into his food, but someone was always around inside Riko's hut. If it wasn't the half demon's little whore, it was Riko's little brat, Benjiro. The other flaw in that plan was that he couldn't guarantee that the hanyou would be dosed with the serum.

He was running out of plans until the bright idea to use some of the village's herbal weapons flittered across his tiny little mind. Now all he had to do was acquire the bait. Tatsuo slunk back in the shadows near the well and waited. It was getting dark and not many of the villagers were out and about at this time due to the recent demon attack.

His moment came when he saw the priestess step out of Riko's hut and start walking towards the well with a bucket in her hands.

"I'll get the water, Riko," she called over her shoulder. Tatsuo tensed and waited. Kagome wasn't paying attention as she passed near the gap between huts and she didn't see the man reach out from the shadows until it was too late.

He'd soaked a rag in the solution they villagers used to make the knock-out pellets and quickly covered her mouth and nose with it. Kagome's eyes went wide and she started screaming and struggling. The rags muffled the sound and soon the miko felt her eyelids grow heavy, before she finally slumped to the ground.

Tatsuo looked around fearfully, grabbed her, and laid her body on the cart he'd brought from his home. He quickly covered her with a blanket and rolled his burden out of the west gates and into the woods.

The guards posted for the evening watch nodded to him and he nodded back. They were men who were loyal to him, and therefore they did not question him. He looked back and pulled the cart as fast as he could to the cave he'd found earlier that day.

He knew he didn't have long before the hanyou realized the girl was missing. The fool was always keeping track of her.

Tatsuo reached the cave without incident and pulled the unconscious miko off the cart and propped her up against the wall. Now all he had to do was set his trap. He placed a layer of pellets at the entrance, moved away, and made sure to hide downwind. He didn't have long to wait. InuYasha came running towards him and stopped, sniffing the air.

The hanyou scowled and drew his fang. The sword transformed and he scented the air again. Tatsuo felt a bead of sweat roll down his back. He'd masked his scent in animal dung, but maybe he hadn't used enough of it. He watched nervously as the half breed looked around, looking for something in the dense forest, before turning back to the entrance of the cave.

A moment later he stepped forward, right on to the pellets Tatsuo had laid. They broke open and a wave of foul smelling gas assault him. InuYasha didn't have time to hold his nose and back away. He inhaled the gas, teetered dangerously, and fell to the ground unconscious.

Tatsuo smirked victoriously as he crept from his hiding place. Holding his breath, he removed a small vial from the sleeves of his kimono and made his way to the fallen half breed. Cautiously, and not without trepidation, he knelt down, opened his mouth, and poured the vial down his throat.

The unconscious hanyou swallowed convulsively and Tatsuo's smirk widened into a self satisfied grin. He stood up and started the journey back to the village.

Now it was only a matter of time.