8.

"No! You're not bothering us at all sweetie!" Amaya said her voice warm and welcoming. Sesshoumaru looked at her suspiciously. "Come in, come in! Sesshy is making us some coffee. By the way, that's the only thing he can do well besides writing."

"Shut up you pixiewoman!" Sesshoumaru snapped and turned away from the two. Amaya giggled girlishly and kept staring at the man by the kitchen door.

Miroku felt uncomfortable under Amaya's steady stare. It was like she was seeing right through him. Miroku had not known she had come to visit. He had just woken up, and when he noticed that Sesshoumaru was not beside him in the bed, he had gone to look for him. He was wearing only jeans. Not very appropriate attire if there are guests in the house.

"Hmm. I really like that outfit of yours ", Amaya said nodding approvingly. Apparently she did not mind that he was only half dressed. "Don't you think it suits him, sweetie?" she continued smirking wickedly.

Sesshoumaru did not turn to look. He did not even say anything. Miroku felt a little hurt because of that. He went to sit near Amaya and tried to smooth his hair. It was a mess after such a vigorous night. He had not even dried it.

"So?" Amaya asked looking very curious. "Is he any good?" She nodded towards Sesshoumaru who visibly tensed. He turned around looking angry, but Miroku did not want to give him time to interfere.

"Well, he's not bad."

"Ooh! Tell me tell me!"

"Would you two shut up?"

"Oh my, Sesshoumaru, sweetie. Are you getting flustered?"

"Let it be pixiewoman. And you, don't speak to her. She's not good."

"But I want to tell her. Things like this need to be discussed with someone who appreciates the details." Miroku smiled as innocently as he could, trying to imitate Amaya.

Amaya patted him on the head. "Good boy! You know, I might even like you."

"I honored to hear that."

Sesshoumaru sighed and decided it would be best to ignore the both of them. Perhaps they would eventually be quiet. That was not something very likely to happen though. It made him sigh again.

"Aaanyway" Amaya sang. "How's work? Have you two managed to actually do anything yet?"

Miroku shook his head. "Honestly I have absolutely no idea. He just keeps asking stupid questions but other than that, I haven't got a clue."

"That's to be expected. Sesshy?"

"Do not call me that!"

"I call you how I want. Have you been working?"

"What else would I do pray tell me?"

"The hell should I know! I don't really care either. Just make it good, okay."

"If you don't care, you should stop asking about my sex life."

"But that is the only interesting part!"

"Find something else interesting."

"I don' wanna!"

"Stop acting like a kid, pixiewoman."

"Who's small??"

"You are. Don't sit on the table!"

"I always sit here!"

Suddenly Sesshoumaru swiped Amaya off the table and carried her out of the kitchen. Miroku was stunned (he often was nowadays). Those two acted quite naturally around each other, which was weird mainly because neither of them never acted naturally even around themselves when they were alone. That last conversation had sounded a bit like they had had it before too, various times even.

Miroku heard screaming coming from some part of the mansion. Apparently Sesshoumaru was not being very nice to Amaya. Miroku was feeling a bit out of place standing there in a strange kitchen and only half dressed. He noticed that Sesshoumaru had not finished his coffee making process so he decided to do it for him. It was not like he had anything better to do anyway.

And then Amaya ran into the kitchen again. She was soaking wet and she looked like she was cold. Miroku stared at her eyes wide.

"Sesshy bastard threw me in the shower. Again", she explained.

Miroku nodded. There were no words. Or so he thought.

Sesshoumaru walked in too. "Now you can't sit on the table" he said unreasonably smug.

"Ya think?" Amaya said raising her eyebrow. And then, quite elegantly, she jumped on the table.

"You do realize that you are wet and sitting on a kitchen stand made of marble, right?"

The editor pouted. "It's cold, but I'm sitting!!"

"You are not making any sense, woman."

"That's because I am a woman. We have the right to be unreasonable!"

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and went to the coffeemaker. "Oh. I was almost certain I did not finish…"

Okay, Miroku thought. NOW there were no words.

"Did you make this?" Sesshoumaru turned his attention to Miroku.

"Yes" Miroku squealed so weakly it was pathetic. He was honestly starting to wonder what the hell was wrong with him.

"Don't do my coffee", Sesshoumaru said and eyed Miroku looking suspicious. Why? No-one knows…

"Yeah, don't do that. He gets annoying." For some reason Amaya winked.

Miroku was confused. He was in the company of two lunatics. Their behavior was totally unpredictable and Miroku had a very hard time trying to keep up with it. What made it even weirder was that Miroku was used to follow silly conversations (well, he had to deal with a lot of women in his salon) and he considered himself as a rather smooth talker. He was the master of pick up lines.

Apparently all the rules and learned things flew out of the window when one stepped inside the Taishou-mansion. Such a strange place. Miroku felt sorry for the house. It really must be terrible to have an owner like Sesshoumaru and a regular visitor like the editor.

"Aren't you cold? Not that I mind what you're wearing but still", Amaya suddenly asked eyeing Miroku's bare chest.

"Shouldn't you be the one feeling cold?" Sesshoumaru said mater-of-factly and raised one of the delicate eyebrows.

"That's why I noticed!" Her tone was like she was explaining an obvious thing to an idiot and it was accompanied by rolling eyes.

"Would you like me to get you a towel?" Miroku asked. He figured it might be better to try to be nice to her.

"Don't give her one! She'll never leave if you do."

"Sesshoumaru. You are not a nice person." Amaya pouted again.

"Same to you."

"Are you two always like this?"

"Like what?" Amaya and Sesshoumaru asked in unison.

(Like two brats on a playground!) "Never mind…"

Sesshoumaru shrugged his shoulders and left the kitchen again mumbling something about the bathroom. At the minute he was out of the hearing range Amaya got a very girly gossip-look on her face and leaned toward Miroku like they were some kind of allies in a conspiracy.

"I'm so glad you guys had sex!" she whispered loudly.

"Huh?"

"Yeah! He is so much more relaxed than usually and somehow more open, which is a little creepy but I'll handle it."

Miroku could not help but to think that Amaya seemed to be the creepiest one there. Nobody could have thought otherwise if they had seen the woman's gleaming eyes. "I'm glad I could help", he muttered.

"Oh well, it was all thanks to me really. It took you a really long time to get him to do it though. I thought you'd be humping like rabbits by now!"

"I never have sex with the same guy twice", Miroku suddenly corrected her. Somewhere in the back of his mind a small voice kept nagging that that was not the problem he should be concentrating to, but his moral sense was rather screwed up to begin with so he ignored the voice and concentrated to make sure he could keep his hobby; bed hopping.

"What about the thing that happened in the restaurant?"

"That doesn't count since we didn't go all the way…" Miroku blushed and wondered why he was telling her all this.

"You have to sleep with him again! Have you any idea how hard it is to find him someone? Not to mention that he always needs a reason! And he becomes unbearable if he doesn't have sex frequently."

"That is incredibly disturbing."

"Is it?"

"And also weirdly a turn on…"

"I knew I could trust you!" Her smile was dazzling. "He is good, isn't he? Actually that's the third thing he can do besides writing and coffee. I bet you had a very good time with him last night."

"Yeah. He's good. Especially if you think that it was his first time with a man. You could say he's a natural talent." Miroku's voice was very approving.

"Really?" Amaya was now even more interested than before. "I was so sure he slept with that one guy… Though I guess he was too easy for Sesshoumaru. That sweetheart is so picky."

"By the way, how do you know he is good in bed?"

"So what plans do you have for today?" Amaya dodged the question and flashed her beautiful smile.

Before Miroku could answer anything or ask more questions, Sesshoumaru came back. He walked straight to the coffeemaker and poured himself a full cup. Then he sipped from the cup very carefully. Miroku thought that the careful and almost suspicious look he had on his face was rather cute. A word so not suited for him.

Apparently Miroku had not managed to ruin his coffee by turning on the machine since he looked at him a bit surprised and sipped again.

"Don't you dare to forget that I want some too! And someone give me a towel. I'm frigging freezing here!"

"You could just leave and go home. That way you could use your own towels and even change clothes."

"Ah! Thanks for reminding me. I left some clothes here some time ago. After the last time you threw me into the fountain, to be exact."

"You threw her into a fountain?!" Miroku was astonished and not in a bad way. He could barely restrain the laughter that was fighting to bubble out. The sight of the tiny businesswoman soaking wet in a fountain must have been hilarious.

"Sesshy here has a bad fetish of wanting to make me wet. And not in a way I like to be", Amaya huffed not so pleased.

"It is not a fetish pixiewoman. It just happens to be so that you won't shut up unless you are wet."

"What do I have to do to make both of you shut up?" Miroku muttered but neither of them heard him because they were too busy trying to stare each other to death. "I'm just going to go now and put some clothes on", he continued with a sight and left the room.

When he was climbing the stairs to the second floor he could hear Amaya screaming something to Sesshoumaru. He could not hear the man because he never raised his voice but for some reason the editor seemed to try reaching even higher octaves than ever before.

Miroku was surprised to see the two of them behaving like they did. They bickered and fought like two little kids and tried to make each other's lives more difficult. Still it was very clear that they liked each other a lot, even though they obviously did not want to admit it. The constantly flowing insults were their way of hiding their affection.

What was their relationship anyway? They had known each other for a long time but how did they become so close? They were not exactly the most likely pair of friends. Perhaps they had been lovers in the past. That thought was disturbingly unpleasant for Miroku. He decided to ignore the clenching feeling in his stomach.

Amaya had said that Sesshoumaru was good in bed. Perhaps she had some firsthand experience. It made sense. If they had met in the army where there were no other women, and Sesshoumaru could have easily been the hottest of the men, it was not unlikely for them to…fool around. For some reason Miroku did not want to think of it as anything more. Sesshoumaru having a serious relationship with someone was quite out of the question.

Miroku opened the door to the guest room, walked to the bed and sat down. Last night started to replay in his head. It had really been a good night. Miroku laid back on the bed smile playing on his lips. He could still feel Sesshoumaru's hands caressing his skin and his kisses that made him feel so incredibly hot and –

WOW! Stop! Dangerous thoughts! He had to get a grip.

Okay, it had been a good night. So what? It was not the first time he had had good sex. He had had plenty of sex, some of it very good and some of it so bad he did not want to think about it. Why would this time be any different?

Argh! He had known Sesshoumaru would be trouble and he should never sleep with someone he would have to be dealing with later. Now there was a greater risk it might happen again and then things could get complicated. Apparently things already were getting complicated in his own head, and if something was a bad sign it was that.

Miroku sighed and shook his head. He just had be a man and stop thinking. Thinking was obviously bad. Perhaps he should pretend being a straight man for a day. That might help. He could try to be more like Inuyasha. That guy was as straight as one can be and, according to Kagome, knew nothing about feelings or thought about anything. The idea made him chuckle.

Miroku felt like he was starting to need some relaxation so he took the liberty to use the bath again. A nice bath usually helps to clear the mind from unnecessary things.

This time it did not help. Actually the warm water and the sweet aroma of the bath salts made him a bit dizzy, and feeling dizzy reminded him of Sesshoumaru, because the man was very good at making him feel that way. Not to mention the images he had in his head. What would he look like in the water all wet and relaxed? Oh yes…

Oh no! Miroku had never gotten up from a bath tub so quickly. It is very likely that no-one ever has.

He dried himself and put on clothes, this time also a shirt found its way on him. When he looked at the clock he nearly jumped out of his jeans though, just because of sheer shock. He had not realized it was so late. He grabbed his things and ran down stairs.

Amaya and Sesshoumaru were still in the kitchen. The freaky editor had finally gotten her towel and she had wrapped it around herself like a blanket. She was still wet, though, and Miroku was certain she must have been cold. However, she seemed to be too occupied to care because she was talking with Sesshoumaru about some work related thing. Well, at least it was related to work…

"…and then my boss said he wanted to fire me!" She was saying as Miroku walked in.

"Fire you? Did he get a bump in his head?"

"No. He had that a long time ago. Anyway, he was convinced that I'm up to something."

"Of course you are."

"That's what I thought but it was so rude of him to say it out loud. I actually did not expect him to be quite so smart though. And he made some kind of a war declaration, too. Still, he knowing so much is not good; I don't want him to spread the information."

"Did you manage to silence him?" Sesshoumaru asked sounding not so interested. He was eyeing a newspaper and kept talking just to amuse Amaya. She would be a pain if he did not say anything.

"Yeah. A good blowjob seems to be a good way to shut up a man for awhile", Amaya stated and sipped her coffee.

"I can agree with that", Miroku said and smirked to the woman.

"Oh I know", she said smirking even more wickedly and winked at Sesshoumaru, who tactically hid his head behind the paper.

"Listen", Miroku started, "I didn't realize it's already so late. I have lunch plans with Sango so I have to leave now. Is it okay? You don't need me right now, don't you?"

Sesshoumaru looked at him over the newspaper and shook his head. "No. Not now. But you have to come back this evening."

"Why?" Miroku did not like how he kept speaking to him like he was giving orders or something.

"Well, why have you come here in the first place?" Sesshoumaru huffed and went back to his reading.

"Don't worry about him sweetie. He just remembered again that he's a dickhead, that's all. I can drive you to the town, if you want. I'm just about to leave anyway. I want to go home to change. Besides, I haven't been there for awhile."

"Please go", Sesshoumaru muttered behind the paper.

"Shut up. So will you come with me?" Amaya asked Miroku.

"Yes thank you. You can drop me at the first train station."

Sesshoumaru lowered his paper and looked at Miroku very seriously. "Are you sure you want to go with her? I did say I need you to come back here. Most preferably alive."

Amaya threw the towel at him. "Don't always complain about my driving."

"Some people just should not be having a license to drive."

"Come on Miroku. We're going." She jumped off the table and stretched her legs. "Oh, and by the way sweetie, I'll be back tomorrow. I want to see the draft of the first three chapters."

"I can give you four."

"Even better. See you tomorrow."

Miroku gulped when he saw Amaya's sports car. It looked like it could go fast. And it did. It was one of those rare times Miroku wished he had listened to Sesshoumaru. The issue was not that Amaya would have been a bad driver; actually she was a little too good. She would have been a good formula driver. Ferrari should definitely hire her.

So when Miroku was finally standing at the train station waiting for the right train his legs were shaking and heart thumped like there was no tomorrow. He was glad to be alive.

Sango was already waiting him when he arrived to the restaurant. She was beautiful like always. She had come straight from work so her hair was tied up and she was wearing a simple black jacket and skirt with a white blouse but she was still as striking as ever. No wonder she was the only woman he had gone out with.

"Hi Sango! Sorry I'm late. I was at Sesshoumaru's and things got a bit out of hand", he greeted her and kissed her on the cheek.

"It's okay I just got here myself. How's it going?"

"Okay, I guess. He's weird though. I can't wait to tell you some of the stuff. What about you?"

"Great, actually. But let's leave that for later. Let's order first, I'm starving, and then you can tell me about the author."

They made their orders and Miroku told Sango about the week he had spent with Sesshoumaru. Sango was probably the only person who could perfectly appreciate the little discoveries he had made concerning Sesshoumaru's behavior and habits (like the pencil he carried around with him). Unfortunately for Miroku, she was also very attentive and knew him a little too well.

"So did you sleep with him?" Sango asked suddenly, which caused Miroku nearly choke to his pasta.

"What's wrong with you women" he muttered under his breath and took deep breath before answering. "I might have…"

"Really? Wow. Somehow I didn't think he would be gay."

"I don't think he is. I'm his only man so far." Miroku did not know why but saying that made him very happy for some reason.

"That's surprising. I mean, he just suddenly decides to try it with a man. That's strange."

"Yeah well, this man is. Besides, it probably happened because he's writing this book. Amaya and Kagome said something about him going to another world while he's writing so perhaps it was something like that."

"And you're okay with it?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I got to sleep with a hot guy."

"Right… So how was it? It's hard to imagine Sesshoumaru being an unsure virgin."

"Good, since he wasn't. It was amazing. I think women must usually feel it like I did last night. You know, totally giving in and enjoying the ride. Just letting the other one do whatever they want and all you can do is moan and hope that there are no other people close enough to hear."

Sango was quiet for a moment. She looked thoughtful and there was a slight frown on her forehead. "No Miroku. It's not like that at all. It's like that with someone you really like."

"What do you mean?"

"Miroku", Sango said his name gently "Are you falling for him?"

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Finally the next one. *relieved sigh* And I'm leaving you to ponder about Miroku's reaction. ^^ Please review and tell me what you liked. (read my profile if you want to know why it took so long)

News! I'm so happy! My best friend began to read my stories here. She commented to Totally not worth it in Finninsh!! That was so cool and also a little scary. But it shows what a great friends she is because even though I'm a freak *Yay!* she tries to understand me. She doesn't get this yaoi thing at all but she is still going to read my stories here. (she proofreads my other texts) Apparently this one is next and I'm very nervous. -.- She's the one always cheering me to write. Thanks sweetie!!! ^^

(Now you guys need to review and convince her that yaoi isn't a strange thing, okay? Thank you!)

~Val~