i had to do a lot of editing for this chapter because I wanted it PERFECT. Like, I added in a lot, i didn't want it rushed, I wanted it perfect.. Tell me what you think guys!

Coercion

Chapter 4

Dinner was rather quiet when all of the friends were reunited. It was an awkward silence that couldn't be avoided. Even Kaede felt rather uncomfortabe.

Kagome seemed a little frazzled by her thoughts. She kept to Shippo and entertained him for the evening to keep her mind busy. InuYasha brought Sango into the hut just before Miroku took his seat away from the other members of the group.

Sango gazed at the monk for quite a while. He refused to make eye-contact with her, much to her disappointment. InuYasha felt obligated to distract her from her feelings for Miroku by shoving her forward. She turned back to him, glaring harder than he expected. All he seemed capable of doing was shrugging as if it was something he hadn't really gave much thought.

Shippo felt like it was alright to laugh at Sango's obvious stumble, only to be silenced by the fierce look in her eye. They continued forward to get some of the food Kaede prepared.

InuYasha seemed to wolf everything down in front of him like he always did, eating the bones and all. Of the chicken she had prepared. That was his favorite part about the elderly woman. Her cooking.

Sango filled her plate, feeling her stomach growl as the scent of the food found its way through her nostrils. Never had she ever anticipated eating, much less licked her lips in such a primeval way at the thought of food.

It was another thing she had gained through feral instinct so soon.

It wasn't until she started to eat when her desire to wolf everything down came forth. The thought of disgust and lack of manners was all she thought of whenever she saw InuYasha do it; now it was as if she had a full understanding of it all.

The food tasted like ambrosia for some reason, and Kaede's chicken and rice was common to the point where it wasn't a big deal to her. But now, it was almost as if it wasn't even what she had been used to eating in the past.

Miroku's eyes shifted to Sango for a brief moment in digust, only thinking how disgusting she looked trying to eat as much food as she could at once.

Was that really the woman he loved? The one who ate like an animal? Like a disgraceful heathen?

He had such hate in his heart, it was almost inexplicable. It wasn't towards her though, it was based on what was inside of her. That being that was growing inside of her wasn't something that they created together.

Miroku's mind even started to think that maybe the demon had forced himself on her. Maybe even convinced her to bed with him. Not unlikely, Sango was a beautiful, powerful maiden whom many humans and demons longed for in the past. He took pride in claiming her as his and now...

Could he even still claim her?

"Is it really good, Sango?" Kagome giggled as the Demon Exterminator paused in mid-chew to look at everyone in the room. InuYasha smirked to himself before continuing to gulp down his own serving of food.

"Um... Yeah, I didn't even notice how hungry I was..." she said before trailing off. She glanced at Miroku once more, making eye-contact only for a moment; it wasn't what she expected though. Her eyes were hoping for some kind of desire and love. She only recognized a look of disgrace and regret in his eyes.

Swallowing the bit of food in her mouth was more difficult than she expected.

"I guess so, it is considering your feeding for two!" Shippo chimed in, resulting in Sango actually mustering up a smile. InuYasha's hand made its way to her cheek, distracting her for a brief moment before he wiped a grain of rice from her face.

"... Thanks," was all she seemed capable of saying.

"It was bothering me, that's all. Don't take it to heart," he sneered before returning to his own food. Rolling her eyes, Kagome gave InuYasha a terrorizing look.

"Well, have you thought about anything in depth really?" Kagome inched, unsure of how far the discussion could get. InuYasha noticed the pained expression on his face at the idea of discussion the child.

Rather embarrassed from all the unwanted attention, she briefly shook her head, continuing to eat her food. InuYasha gave Kagome the look to shut the hell up, even though it went ignored.

"Well, I think that you and Miroku are going to make great parents!" Shippo said with excitement. Him being so young and naive, he hadn't been told about why the situation was so painful for the monk. Sango's eyes widened, as did Kagome's at the kitsune's words.

"Sh-Shippo, I-"

Miroku stood up and placed his dirty plate and instruments on the counter before dismissing himself. There was only so much he could take at once. InuYasha rolled his eyes, feeling as though Miroku was being overdramatic about the whole thing.

Sango, feeling a sense of regret and betrayal overwhelm her, lost the taste of her food. No longer did she feel as hungry as she was before.

She put her plate to the side as well, unsure of how to feel. Her stomach started to turn again, only to eased by the feeling of InuYasha's hand covering hers. Her eyes were watering again, only this time, she refused to cry.

"What? What'd I say?" the kitsune asked, more confused now than ever.

"Just shut your pie hole, runt!" InuYasha finally barked, only causing Shippo to yelp and bite his lip. Kagome didn't even respond; she more than likely agreed with InuYasha's sentiment. He had said too much and upset Sango and Miroku.

"Shippo.." Sango started. InuYasha looked at her, surprised that she even spoke.

"Sango, you don't have to-"

"Sometimes, things happen that you don't expect them to, and you have to pay for it in the end. That's what's happening to me. You'll understand one day when you get older," was all she seemed capable of pushing out.

She pulled her hand away from InuYasha's before walking out the hut. Kagome stood up as if she was going to go after her, but InuYasha stopped her. Shaking his head, she paused and sat back down.

He would make his way to her later on. Even though he wanted to rush to her asap, she still needed to have her own space and her own air to breathe. It would also raise suspicion if he continued to follow her around like a dog.

Sango took a deep inhalation of breath, trying to calm herself down. She never really let herself get out of hand when it came to her emotions, but now she felt so out of control, it was making her feel sick.

She had wandered around the edge of the village, not too far away, but just far enough that she could have some privacy.

A pain shot through her stomach, one that was not what she had expected. She clutched herself as she sank to her knees, feeling the youki start to release again.

Swearing under her breath, Sango sat down completely, trying to slow her breathing down. It had suddenly became labored without any intention or realization. Swearing, she rubbed her stomach, whispering consolidations to the child.

Sango gave up; assuming the unborn baby would hear out her pleas to stop the pain were just as pointless as she had thought before the attempt. What else could she do though?

The baby wasn't going to give up without a fight; She remembered Myoga saying that the baby cried out in response to it's desire for the father near, and the desire for the mother to be mated. While she turned over, still wretching in pain, the idea of being InuYasha's wife for the rest of her life wasn't as bad as she had begun to think.

"Damn it!" She swore as a large pain shot through her body. She began to pray to the Gods to have mercy on herself and her womb. Even though she wasn't very religious, she was starting to become desperate.

Where was InuYasha?

Then the pain started to ease. It was almost as if it was a miracle. Sango laid back and relaxed in the grass, still attempting to catch her breath.

"Thank Kami," she gasped, rubbing her stomach lightly, thanking the Gods before smiling at her stomach. "And thank you. That doesn't feel good at all, you know."

"Why are you talking to it as if it can hear and understand you?"

Sango jumped at the sound of a voice, frozen in a brief stupor when she realized who it was. It was the last person she ever expected it to be...

Miroku.

"M-Miroku... I-"

"Don't mind me, Sango. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I had a little angry moment, but I'm fine now," he said nonchalantly as if it was nothing. Sango's usual suspicion wasn't up to par to notice.

He took as seat beside her, laying back on the grass with her. The silence was welcoming to her; she didn't need any words to feel comfortable with Miroku. She was glad he even wanted to be around her at this point in time.

The night time breeze felt welcoming on her face, just as the heat from the moon made her feel lovely. The intensified senses were starting to kick in and she was enjoying every moment of it. Never had she felt so relaxed, so calm, so...

"Sango?"

"Yes?" she answered without missing a beat. The sound of his voice was so soothing to her ears, she loved it. She turned to look at him, his deep sapphire eyes enchanting her like they always would. His smile was possessing her. He knew that he was her weakness.

"You know I still have great feelings for you, right? And that I love you very much?" he asked slowly, Sango's eyes lighting up like the very moon above them. She nodded, knowing that her hope wasn't just a fantasy that was impossible. InuYasha didn't know what he was talking about.

"I love you too, Miroku. I really do."

He chuckled before leaning over to her, capturing her lips with his. She reached for his face and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. Sango could feel her hormones start to rage like never before. Miroku smirked as he continued to kiss her his hands starting to roam and grope at her legs and butt.

Sango began to moan through the kisses they were exchanging just as he pulled himself over her. Grinding on her lower body, Sango started to feel him become hard on the inside of her thigh.

"Miroku," she gasped as he started to leave brief kisses on her neck and collarbone. He was driving her insane, she wanted him so bad. She was on fire, longing for him to do what they both wanted him to do.

Opening her yukata, Miroku paused in the moonlight, pulling everything back to reality. The heat and passion in the moment dissapated. Sango opened her eyes, unaware of how much her breathing had sped up and became labored from her overactive hormones.

Miroku stare down at the inside of her yukata, seeing blood stains on the inside layers before seeing teeth marks on her breast. Sango's eyes widened. She had completely forgotten about the incident with InuYasha before dinner.

Miroku knew better than she would ever give him credit for. The wound was fresh and he could tell not only from the blood stained on her clothes, but that it hadn't healed all the way yet. It wasn't a normal wound either, it was one from a demon. The only thing he could think about and consider was that the child's father.

The child.

It had been so easy to forget in the heat of the moment. Now his anger and frustration had returned. The beast, that monster had dared to put it's hands on his woman once again.

It had wounded her this time. That was the more angering part that he didn't like the thought of. It was almost as if he had made her submit under him, coherced her in some way and then made her do whatever it had wanted to.

Sango covered her face in fear. There was no InuYasha to protect her from the wrath of the monk. She already could tell by the look on his face that he knew it had to have been the father of the child to do such a thing to her.

"Miroku, I-"

"He forced you this time, didn't he? That's why he wounded you," Miroku said in a consoling tone to her. Sango's brow knitted together in confusion. It wasn't the response she was expecting, she was expecting him to be upset.

"... I... Wait, what-?"

"Are you still in pain?" he asked, his own voice sounding hurt that she had been touched. Her eyes softened.

"No, Miroku, I'm fine. Nothing happened, it just-"

"Nothing happened? You're bleeding out, Sango. More than anyone could anticipate. I know about demon births with a human mother... The child longs for the father, that's why you allow yourself to be taken advantage of," he said as if he was trying to justify it all.

"Miroku, please, you don't-"

"Shh," he whispered, his finger gracing her lips to silence her. She looked at him, not sure where his thought process was at this particular moment.

"Sango, this is what I wanted to talk to you about," he started before laying his head on her bear chest. Sango remained silent, unsure of what to say or how to react. This conversation wasn't going the way she thought it would.

"I can't stand seeing you like this, carrying this... Demon child," he whispered in a tone soaked with animosity. Sango only frowned, the statement hurting her feelings, but she didn't speak out about it. She wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I feel like this is a mistake, that this is taking away from our future later in life. I was talking to Kagome and-"

"Kagome?" Sango spoke without meaning to, unsure of how she fit into his whole discussion.

"Yes, and I expressed an interest in handling the whole issue," Miroku stated calmly, Sango's eyes widening. Was he talking about what she thought he was talking about? "It's simple, really. I simply perform an exorcism on your unborn child. There is a possibility that it'll survive, but it's unlikely-"

Sango shoved Miroku off of her, catching the Monk off guard. He looked up at her, a little disoriented until he saw the fury and disbelief in his eyes. It didn't register completely in his mind about why she could be upset.

"Sango, I-"

"You are trying... To convince me to kill my baby?" she whispered fiercely, as if she didn't believe what she had said herself. "I thought you said you loved me? Didn't you used to tell me we could overcome anything?"

"That's what I'm trying to do," he explained, his hand grazing over her abdomen. "It's only a minor setback-" Sango slapped his hand away from her body.

"How dare you touch me? This child may not have been planned, but I would never do a soulless thing as to take it's life when it hasn't even been able to live," she seethed. "You of all people are supposed to understand forgiveness and mercy. The act was a sin, not the child."

Miroku's eyes widened at the passion and fury in her eyes to defend her baby. He thought she wanted the child gone just as much as he did. He loathed the thing more than anyone would know, he only anticipated the feeling would be mutual.

"... I only felt as though you would want to remove the child. It's inconvenient-"

"Instead of pointing out what's wrong with me having a baby, why don't you work on building back the relationship we had? Clearly the child has nothing to do with us, and it's the only thing you can stay occupied with!" Sango yelled.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to think about it so much if it was mine!" he yelled back, louder than he should have. Sango gasped, biting her lip just as the tears started to form behind her eyes. The moment they stated to roll down her cheeks, he felt the guilt seep in. "I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to hear it!" She yelled, pushing his arm away from her. Starting to stand, Sango collapsed before she could get up from a kneeling position. Screaming in pain, she clutched her midsection just youki starting to release itself again due to her over active hormones and stress level. She laid in a fetal position on her side, sweat beading from her brow.

"Sango!"

"Look what you had to go and do," a new voice muttered. Miroku turned around, seeing InuYasha approaching. His expression showed plenty of distaste. They made eye contact before InuYasha knelt down beside the woman in pain.

"I didn't do anything-"

"The child responds to her stress levels. Obviously she was upset," he sneered before trying to calm the fetus down. Miroku glared at the Hanyou, but didn't say anything. Maybe he hadn't heard what he had been talking about with Sango.

Miroku kneeled down by Sango in hope to comfort her, only to receive a death glare from InuYasha. His protective nature was at a new level. He didn't want Miroku near Sango or his child more than ever now.

The monk wasn't aware that the Hanyou had heard his words. Trying to kill his child and take advantage of the mother, at least this was how InuYasha saw it. He bit his tongue and withheld ripping his throat out when he dared to put his lips on what he saw as his own.

Saw as his own? The thought had crossed his mind. Myoga said he would long for her and vice versa, but he thought he only meant sexually. He wasn't expecting to feel anything like jealousy.

Sango writhed in agony, despite InuYasha's attempt to calm the youki of the unborn child. He swore under his breath, realizing that the child was responding to his mother's anxiety and fear. He saw the Monk's hand creep over by her stomach before InuYasha grabbed it before it could touch her.

Snarling at the man for daring to put his hands on her or even go near her with his original intentions, InuYasha moved his hand before diverting his attention back to the woman writhing in pain.

"Get lost! I'll take care of her. It's the least I can do after the shit you just pulled," he muttered before Miroku rose, feeling guilt overwhelm him. He bowed his head in respect before whispering apologies, going back to Kaede.

Sango's shuddering body didn't relax even after the dismissal of Miroku. Squeezing her eyes as tight as she could, she bit her lip; the pain feeling like a fire that was burning through her insides only seemed to increase.

"Make it stop," she whimpered. The demon slayer no longer had any energy to scream in agony; it didn't help it stop hurting. InuYasha picked Sango up and cradled her in his arms as if she was a small child. He turned her over to lay on her back and used both hands to caress her stomach. Sango's yukata was still open where her breasts were visible in the soft moonlight.

"Slow your breathing down," he whispered back. Sango attempted to take slower, deeper breaths, feeling the stress to try and take control. As if started to ease, Sango opened her eyes, only to find herself gazing into InuYasha's amber golden ones. He was calm and collected in the situation. The way they illuminated in the night was mesmerizing.

He moved laid her body down on the grass before he turned around and laid his head on stomach as if he was listening for something. The pain in the woman was almost gone at this point. He smiled into her belly before looking up at her, smirking and satisfied that her aching had come to an end.

Sango's body temperature began to rise when she looked into his eyes. The way he looked right then was just, priceless… Almost as if she was being controlled by someone else, her hands reached down and cupped the Hanyou's face. Even he was caught off guard when she pulled it to hers and pressed her lips to his.

Pulling away, InuYasha looked down at her once before, confused by the gesture. The look in her eyes could have been easily identified as lust. Never had he expected her to do that or for Sango to guide his lips back to hers once more. Almost as if it was impossible to let go of her, he kissed her back this time, the fire that they both had experienced earlier only returning hotter than ever.

Sango couldn't deny that the heat from her sex was far hotter for InuYasha than she had ever expected. The fragrances from one another flowed into their nostrils, only resulting in the more aggressive kissing and groping.

"InuYasha," she moaned before he darted for her neck, his tongue exploring and suckling every inch of her that he could get. He loved the way his name rolled off her lips. It was refreshing and more arousing than he anticipated. His hands yanked open her yukata even more and hiked up the bottom of her skirt, exposing her body from the waist down.

Her forced her legs back just as he untied his haori; he looked frustrated with the fact that her legs wouldn't stay in the position he had wanted them to be in. Sango had never seen him so impatient about anything, especially not Naraku. Neither of them had realized that their breathing had become heavy, almost panting due from the excitement and rising temperature bodies.

He looked down at her again just as he positioned her ankles to rest on his shoulders. The lust in his eyes were just as strong as hers if his weren't stronger. They both knew that they were out in the open for anyone to appear and see what they were doing, but they didn't care. Ironically, InuYasha was the one who had more hormonal control over himself and still was just as stuck in the moment as the woman carrying his child.

"You don't have to let me do this if you don't want to," he reminded her, almost as if he was trying to feel guilty about the position he was in. Sango's facial expression didn't change, she just avoided his eyes, biting her lip. Deep down he was hoping she wouldn't deny.

Her eyes returned to him, from his crisp, toned body and bare chest to his face, with those beautiful eyes and that sexually charged smile of his. She only felt her body burn even more for him, and she knew at that moment what her decision was.

"I know. But I want you to."

InuYasha had managed to pull his manhood out of his pants without any delay. He had been hoping she would say that, but he wouldn't admit to it. He just had a jolt of painful guilt hit him in his chest about Kagome.

Fuck the monk, was what his brain was telling him about him. He just tried to take his child's life. He was a selfish asshole, a terrible excuse for a man. Why would he care about his feelings? But Kagome's feelings was a different story…

InuYasha slid into Sango, all thoughts of Kagome vanishing from his mind. He groaned at the warming pleasure took over his body. Sango wasn't quiet about her enjoyment either. Her hands rose up, clutching his arms that held him up as he towered over her.

Sango let out another loud cry before one of his hands reached over and covered her mouth. He continued to stroke her, Sango's still incapable of staying quiet, struggling to keep her volume low. He bit his lip as he smiled at her pleasure, feeling her getting wetter with each thrust.

She couldn't even moan before he pressed his body against hers, grabbing her thighs. Her body only grew tighter and tighter around him with each stroke that he made. His head rested near her collarbone, his body starting to feel the urge to clamp his teeth into her soft, delicious smelling skin.

Sango's body shivered against his as she started to feel her herself about to climax. It had never felt this good to her before. It was almost as if she could feel every a fiber of him inside her, rubbing every part of her, stimulating everything to a new level of erotic sex. It almost felt like an unrealistic dream to her.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, InuYasha's speed only increased as he plunged deeper into her. He could feel her fluids dripping all over his body, only making him that much more aggressive and arousing. He only bit his lip harder, drawing blood in hope not to attack her. Sango could feel his tension building up by the way he gripped her thighs. It was painful, and it couldn't overwhelm how good she felt.

His nails started to sink into her flesh, Sango finally let out a yell of agony. InuYasha's grip or thrust didn't stop. She grabbed at his silvery hair and pulled as he pounded against her body harder and harder. She figured out what was wrong with him when she heard a snarl from his lips.

"InuYasha," she barely spoke as he groaned into her shoulder. "Do it…" He finally opened his eyes, realizing what she was implying. "It's okay…"

"Sango, no.." was as he could say, his stroke starting to slow down.

"InuYasha," she whispered this time clearer than before. "You can go ahead… I've decided."

He started to lift his head before she pushed him head back down by her neck, embracing him. InuYasha was no longer in motion. He was still almost as if he was frozen in time, unsure of how to act. This time he tried to pull his head up and looked down at Sango, her face holding a new expression. Comfort, understanding, loyalty.

"Do you know what this means, Sango?" he asked cautiously. "You can't have the monk-"

"I don't want him anymore…" she interrupted, the hurt in her voice obvious. The way she avoided his eyes when she said it only added on to the pity he had for her.

"Don't cling to me because you feel like you have to," he added quickly, before Sango shot him a glare.

"I don't because I have to, it's just because I want to," she corrected, rather pissed off. "You're all I have now, InuYasha."

He lifted his hand up to stroke the side of her face, only resulting in his eyes widening. His fingertips were covered in blood. It wasn't until he turned and looked at her thigh and buttocks before he saw where all wounds he had created on her body. He felt a new guilt overwhelm him.

"No, Sango, I'm all you want… You won't always need me. I keep harming you, and one day, you'll find someone who won't do that, someone who isn't me or the monk…" InuYasha removed himself from being above her and started to re-dress, only confusing her.

"W-wait, InuYasha, let's talk about this-"

"Get dressed. We've been gone way too long," he said coldly before tying the final knot on his haori. The demon slayer seemed to struggle with getting redressed from the pain inflicted in her body. He helped her, Sango's obvious disappointment and pain on her face.

One day, she'll understand…