Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Pairing: Inuyasha x Miroku

Warning: MAJOR LEMON/DEATH/PWP WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!

Between love and purity versus burning and bloodlust, Inuyasha writhed on the ground screaming. His body ached and was sore all over, with about five different coats of blood lining his once chaste body. With all his might he tries to ward off the lust to kill but it was all too late. After he'd finally slain his brother, Sango, Kilala, Shippo, and his beloved Kagome were the next on the chopping block. The scent of her cold blood pushed him between voids of harsh reality and just plain wanting to kill and kill.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" He continued to scream in agony. Tears stung down his cheeks as he fought hard to keep himself in check. Perhaps as a full-fledged demon he could be mindless enough to kill himself and this would all be over. Oh how wrong he was.

He was in immense pain. His heart burned for those of which he'd slain.

One remained though.

Not ten feet away stood the last of his comrades, Miroku. The look on his face deemed he was worried, Inuyasha noted. But, not so much worried for himself, more for the form who was trying to free himself from the master of puppets that was his youkai self.

Such a genuine look of care and concern. The clash of voids seemed to break loose of one another, leaving Inuyasha on the ground to bask in sorrow of his sins. He killed two souls and two innocents, leaving him with nothing but a one-way ticket to hell, once his time came. He hoped it to be soon. Mindless wandering wasn't his initial plan for the rest of his life.

"Inuyasha." The monk drew in a deep breath and headed up toward Inuyasha, feeling his evil had finally gone downcast for the time being. "Say something, Inuyasha."

"Kill... me�" were the only words he could discern between sobs. His clawed fingers took in big chunks of Miroku's thick fabric and he stared pleadingly. "Please... I haven't anything left to live for."

Miroku dropped to his knees and sighed at the pleading figure. Kill him? How do you kill someone you desire so? Though Miroku cared for this semi-youkai, he simply couldn't grant him the pleasures of dying. He'd made sin, and the monk couldn't live with himself knowing he killed Inuyasha for all the wrong reasons. "Quit being ridiculous, Inuyasha. Simply find another pleasure in life. You're a demon, I know you can."

"How can I? Knowing Kagome's blood lays on my hand."

"Simple," he said, leaning down to his comrade and cupping his chin in his hand. "Forget about her. What's done is done." Amber pools blinked a few times indicating utter confusion. He couldn't be angered by the cold words though. What was done was done. "This may not seem like much to you, but you have me now. I will take care of you."

No more words were spoken. Action replaced all meanings to the words I lust for you. Miroku's lips pressed tightly to Inuyasha's, craving the flavor of his beloved hanyou. In all out honesty, Miroku was also devestated by the assasination of his friends. That wasn't entirly Inuyasha's fault though. And he was the only living, breathing thing that walked this planet that could show him forgivness.

His tongue darted forth and spread joyously across Inuyasha's craving entrance to that lucious mouth of his. Once granted, the monk licked and sopped up the wonderous flavor of his desire. He wanted Inuyasha for so long, gods did he crave him.

"M-Miroku... " Inuyasha stared into the depths of the other man's oblivion. He was truly serious about caring, and he forgave Inuyasha. Forgave him so... that he started to undo his cladware. "What are you going to do?"

"Something I should've done long ago." Again he kissed Inuyasha deeply, compassionatly, to the point where both of their minds and worlds went completely numb.

Soon their clothing lay scattered among the bloody terrain as their tongues continued to battle in a run for dominance. Miroku then pulled himself back and lay sloppy kisses down the hollow of Inuyasha's neck and eventually down to his two pert buds to which the monk paid extra close attention. He nipped at and suckled on one of them, causing the half demon to let out a purr. Never in his entire life had he felt so good. He wanted more, and buried his claws into the chaotic ebony mop, undoing that tiny ponytail in back. If Miroku was going to mess him up, the least he could do was return the favor.

The dark-eyed man laid his ultimate destination down flat onto his back, traced sloppy trails among his washboard torso, and gave each ab a good bruising suck. "Heavens, do I love you," his hot breath whispered vibrantly against the other man's pelvis. "Inuyasha."

"Miroku," He squeaked out while feeling the tip of his cock receive a few good butterfly kisses. "What are you doing to me?" Miroku spread his tanned legs farther apart so he could rest up in that area for a bit while letting his partner get the feel of white lightning shooting up his spine.

"I am making love to you, Inuyasha. Now relax." His voice had never sounded more like music to Inuyasha�s ears then just that moment. And when his meat had been devoured into the hot moist cave of the priest, the half-demon couldn't help but holler to the gods. Never had something felt so amazingly incredible.

As the pale man bobbed his head up and down the erection, Inuyasha writhed on the ground, giving in to the white-hot pleasure captivating him. "Gods.... Mi...Miroku. MIROKU!!!" He pounded the ground with his fists and ripped Miroku�s head off of his burning penis.

At that moment Miroku didn't know what to expect. In fear that Inuyasha may leave him, he forged the most pleading eyes he could possibly maintain. "Please.... I need you... "

Inuyasha lidded his eyes slightly and cuffed Miroku's writsts over his head. "You need me, huh?" The man swallowed a growing lump in his throat. This youkai was starting to frighten him, right to the point of tears. He couldn't let that Inuyasha go. He couldn't let his Inuyasha leave him like this, feeling miserable and incomplete. They were all each other had left, due to the only women they'd ever cared for both being dead.

Inuyasha stared deep into Miroku's eyes and saw into his heart. The monk indeed burned for Inuyasha, so he kissed him, and smirked against those soft pearly pinks. "Then shut up and need me instead of hogging me." His shaft was slick, covered in thick saliva and precum, an easy slide into his new lover.

Abruptly, he clasps hard onto Miroku's thighs and thrust himself within the puckered entry. A piercing yelp leaked from the dark haired man as well as a few tears. It was the most wonderful painful feeling he'd ever endured, and he loved it, every single second of it. "Ungh.... ahh ha ha... "

Inuyasha felt a little sorry for doing that so suddenly. He'd already drawn enough blood that day. Not only did the man's anus trickle crimson, but the thighs he clasped to much too violently gushed in deep gorish wounds. The youkai bit his lip, getting that remorse feeling only the human side of him could fathom and spred a kiss amounst those of his koishii's. "Gods, I'm sorry, Miroku."

"It's... alright... " in spite of himself, he smiled warmly upon the lips of his mate's and returned the blissful kiss. "No... no matter what... where we go from here, I will always love you." Again lucious flavored tongues caressed eachother while the motion of sex started to rise and fall. Inuyasha enjoyed to kiss the lips of Miroku. He tasted just like love, something Inuyasha always pictured flavorless.

Again, communication through the lips took wing, driving them both absolutly wild with pleasure each and every time their pace quickened. Miroku moaned into his mouth, feeling his own hard-on were about to burst. And like a fountain, milky fluids coated the copper collered stomach of his lover. The walls in his passage tightened and shook at his release. Inuyasha snaked his palms to grab hold of his hips, laying on one more powerful thrust before spasm.

When that very spasm took place, heavy seed darted throughout the entire inside of his body. It was so mind boggling. He could've gotten shot with an arrow at that very moment and not've noticed. "Thank you.... Inuyasha." He said weakly, not being able to find it in his power to move. He was overwhelmed. If only this could've come about a way Kagome and the others did not have to parish though.

"What're you thanking me for? You're the one who loves me, remember."

He smiled at Inuyasha and nodded. "Will you remember?"

Inuyasha layed beside the other man and embraced him from the back. "How can I forget?" He planted one last kiss upon his new lover's earlobe and buried his face withing the nape of his savior's neck. "Just promise me, if I ever try to kill you kill me." He sighed and expression saddend. "It's the very least I can do."

"I don't know if I could ever have the heart to kill you Inuyasha. Just please steer clear of any subject manner that has happend before the death of Sesshomaru and try to start anew."

"I'll try," Inuyasha said quietly still thinking of Kagome. He knew in time he'd probably fall in love with Miroku, or at least come somewhere close to the connection he shared with her or his first love. `Sorry Kagome, Kikyo, I need him now. I promise I'll never forget either of you.' Then with one last yawn he and his new found lover drifted into a deep and much needed sleep. They had to start anew in the morning. A world without Naraku, Sesshomaru, Kikyo, or Kagome... It would take some time ajusting to it, but after the love and forgivness Miroku portrayed to him, there was now way he wouldn't more then make up for it. It was the only way, he could ever truly forgive himself in time.

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