Title:   The Lies of the Heart

(In keeping up with the corny Harlequin Romance titles! ^^)

Rating: R, for naughty Inuyasha and Miroku language, and sex…. Oh, and violence. ^^  What can I say?  They're pirates!

Authors:  In alphabetical order: Emmie1 and the Personification of Fluff

Disclaimer:  Do we own Inuyasha and all affiliated characters?  No.  However, we would like to start a monthly payment plan so I can get Miroku, and Emmie can get Inuyasha, Sesshy, and Naraku. (One is never enough!  They're like Lays potato chips!)

Summary:   This takes up where 'Love and Treachery at Sea' leaves off.  Hopefully, you've read it. ^^  If not, go read it now, and if you have, hopefully you remember that wonderful little cliff hanger we left you with.  Yes, I am evil.   Inuyasha, Kagome and Miroku encounter trouble after trouble when Sango is kidnapped and taken to the demon realm.  They of course have to go save her, but sadly, Naraku still rules there, and he doesn't quite like the idea of a Priestess being in his land.  Can two romances made on a pirate ship last in the face of kidnapping, war, and brainwashing?  Watch for special guest appearances! 

AN:  We're back!  Fluff here, introducing our new fic!  We hope that you all like it, and find it as entertaining as the first!  Once again, a nice long, fat chapter, that we hope that all Mirosan, as I have started seeing them called, fans will enjoy!  Hoorah for flashback chapters! Kindly read and review, as we love comments and Emmie needs a reminder to update!  (Just kidding, Em, I know that you are busy and actually have a life… unlike me….)  ENJOY! ^_^

Chapter One: Sango and Miroku

As inviting as Kagome's kitchen was, Miroku could not help but think back to that morning and waking up with Sango in his arms.

Sango was already awake.  She was a demon killer, and kept long hours.  Sometimes Miroku wondered how she could find the energy to keep up with him, or to still be happy when she was occasionally living off of four hours of sleep.  Sango was up with the dawn every morning, but rather than get up, she'd often stay in the bed roll they shared and watch Miroku sleep.

'He looks so much gentler when he's not awake,' she always thought to herself.  'Like a big kid or something.  He certainly doesn't look like the kind of guy who would have tried to sell his soul for more power.  He looks. . . .'  And she was never able to finish that thought.  Sango could never find the proper words to describe Miroku.

Miroku had often felt her move over him and would open his eyes to look up at her. That morning was no exception, only this time he remembered that she hadn't been drinking any of the Sake the night before, so he couldn't help but reach out to her. And do the most unexpected thing, without any arousal at all, he pulled her to him and just held her there close to his chest, so that he could feel her heart beat and hear her blood rush.

His Buddha beads gentle not to hurt her skin, he kept her tightly against him. "You should sleep in." Miroku told her softly after a while, his hands smoothing her hair back away from her face so he could gaze up at her. "How can you be so delicate and so strong?" Miroku had asked his thoughts out loud, the same thoughts he thought admiringly each morning when he gazed at his wife.

Though not the same thoughts he had each night when he watched her sleep. They kept different hours. She liked being more awake during the day time, he the night. It was a matter of habit he told himself, grinning at the thought: How she had changed him. She almost made him regret selling his soul, almost made him want to go buy it back. Almost…

 Miroku pushed those thoughts away as he massaged her shoulders. "There aren't any demons around for you to slay today."

"There haven't been any demons for awhile," she sighed.  Sango wasn't sure if it was a sigh of happiness or if she was sad there wasn't anything to fight.  She'd spent so many years trying to find the demon that had killed her family, and now she had.  Miroku may have played a part in his banishment, but Sango couldn't help feeling that she had done nothing.  What had she done?  She'd almost gotten herself thrown overboard, that's what she had done. 

But the point was that Sesshomaru was gone, and so she hadn't taken the potion last night.  In fact, she hadn't drunk anything last night, which somehow just made it all the more interesting.  And what made it interesting was that the possibilities were literally endless.  She kissed his nose, wrinkling hers as she smiled down at him.  "In that case, Miroku, what do you feel like doing today?  We're near the ocean. We could hang around until night time and go skinny dipping."

Miroku laughed and shook his head. "There is a festival in the town, for the new harvest. I heard there would be fire works, and I want to show off my wife." He told her, wondering if they could manage that AND skinny dipping.

"A festival?"  Her eyes began to glow.  "You mean the one at the fishing village, don't you?  Does that mean we can stop in and see Kagome and the others?"  She nuzzled his chin, a pleasantly fuzzy feeling filling her heart as her mind lingered on the words 'my wife'. "Please, Miroku?"

"Convince me," he teased, even though those were his plans. Sliding his hands down to hers he nodded. "I know you miss Kagome, and I haven't seen Inuyasha in a while, plus I want to laugh at him. I have been hearing rumors about the Priestess's demon lover," Miroku joked. "But be sure to wear something that you don't mind getting wet," Miroku told her, smelling the salt air. "We have a swimming date for later."

She arched an eyebrow.  She doubted that Miroku would want to be teasing Inuyasha about being a "demon lover" if he'd heard the same rumors as she.  She looked at their bags.  "I don't think I have a lot of choice in what I wear."  Now that they were back on the road, she was back to living out of her travel bags. 

Her mare snorted, as if agreeing that she didn't need more clothes as it would be more work for her.

A small frown passed over her lips as she looked around them.  Their horses stood guard, the fire was still smoldering.  Their bags were covered in dew from the early morning air, but things were at least dry and warm in their bedroll, which they had unrolled on the softest patch of ground they could find.  And it would probably be fish again for lunch.

"I guess that if we're honestly going to be trying to start a family, we should find a place and settle down.  A nice little house out in the country, so that my horse can retire."  She toyed with his fingers as she thought.  "Think we could find a place by Kagome's like that?"

Miroku nodded. "I'll talk to Inuyasha about finding some land and building there," Miroku promised her, liking that they were talking about the future; about them. That it was around settling down, settling down also meant a family which meant- Miroku grinned and leaned forward, his hands caressing Sango's perfectly flat stomach. "What do we call him?" Miroku asked dipping his head to kiss her bare shoulder.

She laughed, and began to trace little circles on the tips of his fingers.  With the right action she knew that they could be a very sensuous spot.  Why did Miroku have to have all the fun all the time? 

"Who says it's going to be a him?" she demanded, only pretending to be angry. Sango wouldn't mind a little girl that she could teach to be strong and independent, just like herself and Kagome.  Too many girls were content to sit around at home and become good mothers!  But then, wasn't that what Sango herself was planning on doing after she had a kid? 

Miroku let out a contented sigh and moved her fingers up to his mouth for a kiss. "A son first. Then girls, all beautiful like their mother and then more sons," Miroku said probably startling her. They hadn't ever talked about the number of children they wanted.

Laughing, she returned his kiss.  Her leg rubbed against his, as if she were trying to get more comfortable.  "And just how many kids were you planning on having?" she inquired softly.  "And how were you planning on feeding them all?  I'm having trouble picturing you working as a fisherman or a blacksmith.  Although I know you have enough strength to be the later."  As if to illustrate the point, she lifted her hands to his biceps and rubbed his arms.  How was it that she could always feel so safe in those arms, when none had ever sheltered her before, as she had no need of them?  She settled on a number.  "Let's have six.  No, eight.  Three girls, three boys, and a pair of twins that could be either."

Miroku groaned. Sango was definitely his undoing.  From making him a rogue pirate to actually settling him down to getting a damn job. Bringing her to sit down on his lap, Miroku leaned his forehead against her forearm and thought about it. He liked the idea. Eight children. Twins. Well, they better start working on it right away if they wanted to be young parents! One hand caressing her knee up to her thigh, Miroku smiled warmly.

"As long as they are ours and take after their mother," Miroku said reaching up to lower her head to meet his for a kiss, pulling her over him. "I'll be a monk. I'll work as a monk, casting off evil spirits, selling charms, working at altars.  I... I'll make you happy, you won't be in need of anything, Sango," Miroku promised, deciding he'd leave the fact that he WAS a pirate on the side and thus he HAD treasure stashed away. Let her think he worked hard for their living. Yeah.

Sango grinned, watching his hand as it moved over her skin.  He had such nice hands… it was almost a shame he always had to keep one of them hidden all the time.  But he had more than enough skin for him to tease.  "Take after me?  What about taking after their strapping father?  Or were you just trying to sweet talk me again?"  She settled over his body, moving her gaze up to his blue eyes.  Sango's smile slowly filled with love.  "Whatever we name our kids, let's not name them Miroku Jr.  I can't imagine a kid being stuck with such a horrible, silly, roguish… ack!"  She stopped teasing him when he gave her posterior a pert pinch.

            Miroku ducked away from her slap. "I'd like to call the first born after my father." Miroku confessed, his eyes looking past Sango at something etched in the past, before refocusing on her in the present, and his future. "I don't need to sweet talk you, I know what you really feel about me - Sake is the key to you." Miroku said wondering how she would look with a belly. He couldn't help himself. He liked the thought. His hand once again passed over her flat, well toned stomach. "So, you think I'm strapping?"

"Well, I suppose that I also could have said devious or handsome, considering that I don't really know the definition of the word 'strapping', but I think it sounds right."  She also thought that it was sweet that he wanted to name their baby after his father. 

That word –sweet- could be used to describe Miroku too, but she'd never say it to his face.  How come she could imagine him showing up with a bouquet of flowers for her?  But there the sweet Miroku ended as he probably would have taken advantage of her arms being busy to sweep her off her feet and carry her into some private place and proceed to make love to her until both of them were sore.

'It almost doesn't sound right, me being in love with someone like that, but I am,' she thought, as she told him that she would be honored to have her child be named after Miroku's father.  One day she'd have to drag some stories out of him.  She wanted to know everything about him. 'Thank God being a demon hunter taught me some patience!'

Miroku watched her closely. "My Lady Sango, what in the world is going through your mind?" he asked, practically seeing the wheels turn there in.

"I want to know about you," she said, sounding almost shy.  "I have so many questions!  Why did you decide to become a monk?  Why do you look past me when you talk about your parents?  Why did you decide to sell your soul?  How did you end up on the pirate ship?  How did you become friends with Inuyasha?" 

He silenced Sango with a kiss but she pushed him gently back down on the ground.  Her eyes began to turn sad, and her voice was possibly the gentlest that she'd ever had it.  "Miroku, why do you keep on calling yourself soulless?  I can't believe that it's true.  I can't, because otherwise why else would I be in love with you?  What else would cause me to feel this way about you, if it wasn't for the fact that right from the start I've seen somebody who was brave and selfless?"

Miroku was touched. An odd warmth growing in a place he didn't know it could. It touched him. It made him want... Miroku leaned up and kissed her. He really was in love with her, he didn't just love her: he was IN love with her. Sighing, he figured it best to answer everything short and to the point now.

"My grandfather was a monk, so was my father. It runs in the bloodline. I can feel Buddha's holy powers," he explained and moved on. One point at a time. "I don't want to look at you and think of sad memories, you are only good ones," he confessed. "I sold my soul for power," he answered shortly. "I ended up on the one ship with people going against Naraku. They wanted to take him down, and I joined them. Inuyasha and I had a mutual understanding from the first day.  We're as strong as the others, but don't fit in. Friends kicked away from the clique," he explained not giving away more of Inuyasha's own tale. It was his. "My price for power will come when I die and my soul gets devoured... I rather think of myself without a soul now, so that I won't regret missing it later," Miroku explained and kissed her. "I don't need one anyway, now that I've got you. You are my new soul."

Blinking, she realized that there were tears in her eyes.  She closed her eyes tightly and leaned on his chest.  She'd never thought that he would say something like that.  Never!

It touched her more deeply than she'd have ever thought possible.

Sango dried her cheeks and tilted her head to kiss him back; giving the hand with the Buddha beads on it a squeeze.  If that was what he had given up his soul for, then she doubted she could ever hate it or any other powers he'd gained, knowing that he looked at her and didn't just see a wife or a demon killer but something eternal as well.  She felt all her love for him pouring out of her as she let her lips wander over his.

Grinning, she slipped out of the bag.  What should she care that she was naked?  Let Miroku have the view!  They were in the middle of nowhere, and she doubted that the grazing horses would care that she was naked.  She pulled their favorite scroll out of the bag and then climbed back in beside Miroku.  She unraveled it, and looked at the pictures.  "I believe that it's my turn to choose.  I think we should try this one.  They say thirteen is a lucky number, so maybe this will be the one that'll give you that son you want so much."

Okay, sure, so it was dawn, but without any demons to slay she had a lot of pent up energy!

Miroku actually gaped at Sango. His mouth dropped wide open. Not only for the excellent view she gave him, although it was most assuredly part of the jaw dropping, but the fact that she brought the scroll, chose the pose... Offered a son. He didn't really know why it mattered to him so much, but it did. Thinking about 'sons' Miroku couldn't help but remember his father, how he had died, and the knowledge that he too would probably die soon once he had his revenge on Naraku. It made him want an heir. Someone to continue the bloodline, someone who would look like him. Miroku quickly corrected that last thought as he collected Sango in his arms, shifting her weight just so as he got up onto his own knees.

He wanted them to look like her.

More then anything, he found himself lately wanting to just simply create a life with her. Who would've guessed that from some perverted stalking he would actually fall in love and find someone who was his equal on so many levels? Spreading his hands over her back, he moved his hands over it.

"You never stop amazing me. From where you keep your swords and how you use them, to how much you can make me desire you with one single look," Miroku breathed against her lips as he leaned close to kiss her deeply.

The feeling was returned whole heartedly.  Miroku sometimes just had to look at her a certain way, and she had to resist the urge to jump on him.  She allowed herself to be lost in the kiss, practically melting against him.  Sango opened her mouth to his, Miroku's breath sweet on her skin.  Propping herself up on one hand, she let the other absentmindedly doodle on his chest and stomach.  Her tongue dueled with his in love as much as it did in conversation, proving to him once again that she was his equal in every way, even if she didn't have to go around hitting on every man she saw.

Although Sango was pretty sure that whatever it was he did that made her breath catch and the world feel safe was pure Miroku, and could not have been taught but only freely given.

Their clothes still laying discarded –'Mental note: make sure to dust out my clothes before I put them on.'  Sango didn't want to get dressed only to find that her clothes had developed spiders overnight- she let herself enjoy the feeling of her skin against his.  When she felt his growing excitement, she gently rolled off him and lay beside him, her legs still tightly wrapped around his.  She laughed foolishly, as she stopped kissing him to stare at him.  Miroku really did like to feel that, did he?  She lifted his hands off her derriere and placed them on her hips before lowering her head and kissing his chest, not quite through showing him just how much she knew.

When he hissed as she bit him, she barely heard him growl before he had pulled her away and proceeded to repay the favor.  She heard herself moan as Miroku all too eagerly demonstrated that he was not as concerned with everything below the equator as she had originally thought.

Suddenly Sango found she couldn't wait anymore, but would Miroku take advantage of her in this relaxed state to try and create their first child? No.  'The bastard!  That stupid, perverted idiot!  Making me want him and then he tries to turn it into a bloody marathon!  How the hell can he keep it up so… oh.  That feels good.'  She relaxed even more as his hands wandered back down and his lips took over.

He heard her breathing quicken, while his own was still as normal as it was he was sleeping.  Sango let go of her emotions too quickly.  He grinned mentally as she moaned his name.  For as sweet as her voice was, damn she had long nails.  His grin turned into a wince when he let her recuperate for a second as he glanced over at the picture she'd chosen.  Okay, so they had the sideways thing down already.  He blinked.  'Damn.  Can she even bend like that?'

As if hearing his unspoken query, she shifted, and proved that she indeed could.  But this just gave him even more access, and he quite gladly pleased her some more before he….

Then he realized that he was pinned.  'When the fuck did this happen?'  He forgot the question as she grinned at him before leaning over to bite at his bottom lip, rolling it between her teeth teasingly, making him wonder if she was just trying to piss him off or if she was actually going to kiss him.

'The poor boy should have realized that I wouldn't let him do that to me if there wasn't going to be some kind of payback.'  She kept her eyes watching his as she let her mouth brush his slightly now and then, teasing him.  His eyes shut as she touched him, and she giggled.  Sango's laughter was quickly silenced as he broke free of her pin, and they just so happened to conveniently find themselves in the position she'd chosen: lucky number thirteen in the scroll.  She'd bet anything that the jerk had planned it all along!

There was a smile in his voice as he kissed her throat.  "I don't think so, Sango.  We'll save that one for later.  Do that now and I don't think I could wait any longer."

Sango made a note in her mind to try that again and circled it several times.

Her thought was nearly forgotten as he kissed her passionately, and pushed himself forward.  Her response was well known and earnest, as she met him with each action.  They stared at each other lovingly, as they entered into a pace that they knew well by this point, and that did not change no matter what scroll they used.  Their breaths were too fast for words, but their eyes said everything.  Sango held him tightly as he slowed; letting himself enjoy the sensation of their unity on each level he could before the roller coaster of emotions started again.

The horses, used to such morning and nightly, and sometimes even noontime displays, continued grazing. The only sign that gave that they even knew something was going on, was what could only described as an equine wince as they finished in a loud and gratifying display of courtship.

Sango let Miroku curl up against her.  She was sore, but Miroku had to be tired.  It seemed the thought about this one being the one that would get him a male heir had greatly encouraged him.  Sango smiled; like Inuyasha, she hadn't quite gotten used to controlling the "morning after" glow. 

She brushed his hair away from his face and dried his forehead.  "I hope this means that you're not going to start thinking of our sex life as work, Miroku, love."

Miroku panted, still fighting to catch his breath. Everything about Sango stole his away from him. And after the exercise they just had... Miroku doubted if he'd be able to catch his breath again for the rest of the day. It had never felt that way for him. He couldn't really explain why it was, but this time he actually felt as though he had soared.

Looking flushed, Miroku leaned down and kissed her, shifting their positions so that she was under him, balancing himself on his elbows so he didn't crush her, he was careful not to separate himself from her. He didn't want to. More then anything else, he wanted to remain one with her for as long as possible.

"I..." Miroku began, his lips pulling in a damn grin. For the first time in ages, in... Thinking about it, Miroku understood for the first time since he had actually made the deal for his soul, he was happy. He had achieved what many only dreamt of. Feeling a response to his heart's swelling, Miroku moved his hands down to her hips, holding her closely against him.

Dipping his head, Miroku kissed her neck, her shoulder, everywhere his lips could reach. He wanted to cherish her with everything he had in him. Groaning, Miroku knew that today from one their encounters she would get pregnant. He could feel it. He didn't know how to describe it. But he felt unbridled, just like his passion. As though the love connected with the act was all it took.

"I think this is the first time," Miroku whispered in her ear. Carefully moving, taking his time, a completely different rhythm then their usual one. "I've never understood before," Miroku whispered, though quite raggedly against her cheeks.

"Sango," he whispered and kissed her lips, taking a while before speaking again. For a while in fact, he didn't think he could.

Searching out for her hand, Miroku grasped it and pressed it against his wildly beating heart. "You're my first," he said, all the more grateful now for the Sake that had caused her to marry him, to lay with him then, to make her accept him those first few nights. "Here," he said flattening her hand against his chest.

The horses stood on the side. The mare raised her head, disdainfully chewing on a long stem of grass.

The stallion huffed.

The mare chewed.

Then they both lowered their heads to eat again.

Kissing her fully on the lips, Miroku licked her bottom lip and once again dipped his head to kiss her everywhere possible. "Sex with you will never be work. Until you're rounded with our child, then we'll just have to work at new positions. That's all." He said, his usual self back, trying hard to quench down the silly grin and dumb bright glow about him.

The stallion seeing the 'I-had-sex' look on his riders face huffed again and nudged the mare.

The mare in return made a sound and turned down to the water bed to drink.

Well, at least one male was getting some.

'I should probably tell him,' she thought, knowing what he was thinking with an uncanny third sense.  But his kisses were too fervent and too close to give her a chance to tell him.

Nor did she have a chance to tell him on the third go.  Or on the fourth, and by the sixth she just had to start wondering if maybe she should save it for his birthday.  Finally, Miroku seemed to have run out of energy by the seventh time they had intercourse, which was good because she was starting to feel tired too.  Sango wondered if it was even possible to do it so long if she weren't in love with him so.  Now the grin that not only showed her love, but that she was a very satisfied woman, was positively radiant.  Sango kissed him passionately, but not deeply as she dared not risk making him think she was not satiated yet.

She crawled out from under him, wishing she could stay in the blankets with him.  "You stay here and rest.  I've got to go and do some washing."  Not to mention some relaxing! 

She was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something. Sango smacked him upside the head very gently.  She would have done it harder, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to hit Miroku any harder.  "That was for all the groping you did!"  How many had he done, exactly?  She'd lost track by round three of their early morning exercise.

Miroku wasn't phased by anything. In fact, he doubted that anything, ANYTHING, could ruin his good mood. He looked like a silly teenager after the first time, as he watched her collect her things. "Would you like me to join you?" he asked, though didn't dare get up. He doubted he could. He had never worn himself out this much.  Over woman. For one woman, rather. Laying back, with his arms folded under his head, Miroku watched her with delight. "You aren't nervous, are you?" Miroku asked realizing that this was all done without the Sake. Maybe Sango had thought he was joking about a family, maybe she was still under the influence when she agreed to stop drinking with him...

Her face softened, and she lowered the hand that had been about to smack him for suggesting that he join her.  Sango finished wrapping one of their blankets around her body to kneel down beside him.  "Miroku…" She sighed, as if talking to a little kid.  That grin looked so cute on him.  "The most I'm worried about is how cold the water's going to be," she confessed. "Okay, and of morning sickness too, but I wouldn't have agreed to have carried your kids if I didn't want to carry them."

And then she decided to tell him.  Perhaps it was a little cruel, as he was already so deliriously happy, but she couldn't hold it in any longer.  Sango smiled at him.  "You're thinking that I got into this whole mess with you because you got me piss drunk and then you decided to kidnap me instead of having a long engagement, but that's not true, Miroku.  I may have been drunk enough to not remember the wedding ceremony, but I wouldn't have stayed with you if I didn't feel a natural partnership with you in the first place.  Why else do you think I put up with all the groping?"

"Because you like it and are later rewarded?" Miroku asked reaching out to bring her down to him. Wrapped in a blanket or not, he could still feel her curves. Or maybe his hands were simply so use to feeling them, his mind was already imagining it. Miroku thought about what she said and smiled warmly, deeply touched by these simple words. "Thank you." He said wondering how soon it would be before they knew.

Maybe, for good measure, he shouldn't let her go and trap her in this blissful meadow until they were sure... Looking around, Miroku found himself. A pirate. A shipman. A man use to the waves and the lull of the waves, considering building a house. This place was nice, not too far out of town. But no, he'd built them a closer home.

"So, want me to lather your back?" He asked pulling at one of the scrolls that actually described a similar situation. No words needed be said, he simply wiggled his brows at her instead.

She giggled and flicked his forehead.  "Pervert."  Then she thought about his question.  "Tomorrow morning," she promised. "I just don't know how much more I can take."

And then she kissed him again and disappeared in the bushes that surrounded their quaint little campsite, heading for the stream they had gotten the water from last night.

Miroku fell back onto their make shift bed, his arms pillowing his head. Closing his eyes, Miroku's imagination trailed back to earlier hours. Sighing, Miroku opened his eyes to look up at the sun in the high noon sky. Sango looked like an angel, he realized and wondered if it was possible that she might actually be one. But remembering the way Sango slayed demons, he crushed that thought. Groaning, Miroku sat up and noticed the sun really was high up in the sky...

"I must've fallen asleep." Miroku said sitting up. He collected his robes and draped them over himself. Standing up, Miroku used his staff to help him stand. Who would've known he could feel this weak? "Note to self, next time you sell a soul, sell it for something better then a hole in your hand," Miroku muttered and looked around. Really looked around. "Sango?" he called out.

After a long search, without any results Miroku concluded she must've left him to sleep and headed on ahead. He refused to accept the other dreads about her disappearance.  After all, her things were missing...

Looking at his horse, Miroku groaned. "I do not think I can ride you, if I am to have children," Miroku told the beast as he gained the reins and lead him down the road towards the village, undoubtedly where Sango had gone. Of course. "Not after a day like today," Miroku said, setting his jaw into place, almost breaking a molar.

This wasn't Sango. Something was wrong.

When Miroku had arrived at Kagome's house he found out that his comrades had not seen his wife.  Still, he refused to believe that something horrible had happened.  After all, she had left with a smile on her face and a sway in her walk that implied she was a dancer instead of demon hunter. Glancing outside, he saw that his horse was still shuffling nervously.  Both of them had been doing that since they had left the campsite.  Too bad the horse couldn't speak!

And then the fox-demon had run in and screamed that Sango had been kidnapped.