A/N: Hi! This is my first yaoi fic...so I thought I might write it on a couple I totally love! D. Well, I love all couples, but you get my point, ne? Miroku X InuYasha! Please, review, if you don't mind. But whatever, I'm not a great author anyhow. -- Correct me if I screw up. I watched InuYasha long ago and I don't remember all the crap in the doujinshis. Oh yeah, it's PG – 13, but it might go up...depends on my...lustiness. LOL.

Disclaimer: I don't InuYasha, or anything else that I've incorporated in here that's probably been used already. I think the plot has been used already too. sigh If only...YOU WOULD REVIEW.

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Chapter 1 – It Starts With A Kiss?

Inhaling. Exhaling. Inhaling. Exhaling. Meditation; something Miroku often practiced. It was in the middle of the night. The group had decided to rest at a village near a hot spring, so everyone could sleep on a real bed and take a real bath. Having eaten his food and waited until everyone was full asleep, Miroku snuck off to the hot spring to be alone and meditate. His guarded purple eyes were softened and his little ponytail was let loose. The bright moon was shining on his wet body, creating a shining illusion.

-What a beautiful night...- he thought, looking upwards at the twinkling stars, the full moon, and the shimmering moon, -Ahh...the moon. It reminds me so much of InuYa...- He paused momentarily. What was he doing? Thinking about InuYasha? He liked women, he was sure of it. Frowning slightly, he resumed to his thoughts. –Such a peaceful time. Even Naraku couldn't ruin this moment. Then again, given this curse, every moment of mine has already been ruined...- Miroku sighed. It was true, that often in the midst of the night, he would be wide awake, staring at his right arm (A/N: I forgot, which hand does he have the Kazaana on?...Is it CALLED the Kazaana?...hehehe.), wondering when would the day finally come, when this unforgivable doing would engulf him as it did to his father. Although it seemed like Miroku was a cheerful spirit, he was depressed a lot. He'd always wanted to father a child, to live a happy family, to be with the ones he loved...like InuYasha.

Miroku snapped out of his thoughts right away, shocked to find that he had once again though of Inu Yasha. It was only normal to think of your best friend though, right? He did love Inu Yasha, in a 'friendly' manner. Or was it more? Miroku shook his head. –If I should think of this matter, I might as well go back. My peace and concentration has shattered anyway. - As he shifted his position to get out of the hot spring, he spotted something. Two glowing amber eyes were staring right at him from behind a bush. –Inu Yasha?- he thought. He watched the two glowing eyes, and the two glowing eyes stared back at him. After a couple more seconds of silent staring, Miroku gave up and decided to call him out.

"I know I'm good looking, but I never knew I was that good looking,' Miroku called out calmly, cocking his head to the side and sitting back in the hot spring. He looked up and smiles softly as he watched the figure slowly emerge from the bushes.

"Keh!" was the soft reply from the Inu demon. Inu Yasha walked closer to the hot spring, wearing his red fire rat robe, and sat on the grass next to the hot spring. His golden eyes were absolutely stunning in the all the darkness. Miroku felt himself lose all conscience as he stared into those protective eyes. Unfortunately, Inu Yasha noticed him doing so.

"What are you staring at bouzo?" growled Inu Yasha. Miroku simply smiled, his purple eyes twinkling devilishly.

"The real question is, what were you staring at, when I was here taking a comforting bath in the hot spring, in all my glory..." drawled Miroku, smirking at the quick change of emotions etched on Inu Yasha's pale face. It looked so smooth, reflecting the moon beam. If he could only raise a hand and stroke it softly...

-Stop- Miroku told himself. This was going too far. It was the third time already. Still, he couldn't help but look up. He noticed Inu Yasha had a faraway look in his face, like he was thinking about something else, totally unaware of Miroku's presence.

-He looks beautiful,- Miroku absentmindedly thought. Inu Yasha's soft silver hair was framing his face, wavering slightly in the mild wind. His long bangs were covering his passionate eyes, but leaving just enough room for Inu Yasha to see around him. His lips were moist and slightly parted. As Miroku was admiring Inu Yasha's beauty, he hadn't noticed that his hand had moved on its own, nearing Inu Yasha's cheek. –It must be so soft and smooth- he mused. With the back of his hand, he lightly stroke Inu Yasha's cheek. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly stopped, but his arm seemed to freeze, unable to go back by Miroku's side. He watched Inu Yasha, expecting him to hit his arm away and call him a 'lecher' and such. Instead, the corners of his lips seemed to tug upwards, resulting in a small and serene smile.

Miroku froze, slowly realizing that Inu Yasha didn't seem to mind. Either that, or he thought Miroku was someone else. OR, he hadn't even seemed to notice it. Miroku reached up again, softly stroking the inu demon's cheek, dragging his fingers on his cheek to his hair, pulling back the foreign strands of hair that had covered Inu Yasha's face. As he continued to softly stroke Inu Yasha's face, he hadn't noticed that Inu Yasha had turned to face him. He quickly stopped, when he realized that Inu Yasha had indeed noticed and was facing him right now!

"Forgive me Inu Yasha. I d-"Miroku was cut off from his apology as soft moist lips collided with his own. Miroku's eyes went wide, as he realized it was Inu Yasha who had kissed him. Inu Yasha's lips were smooth and soft. They tasted like the summer's sweet flower nectar. Even if the consequences of this one kiss might ruin their friendship, Miroku would still hold this moment close to his heart forever. While he was thinking, he felt a tongue run along his bottom lip, pleading for entrance. Miroku parted his lips gently, and as quick as light, they were invaded by Inu Yasha's tongue. His fangs were grazing softly across his bottom lip, while his tongue was roaming all the crevices of Miroku's mouth. Miroku, feeling a little brave, used his own tongue, to push Inu Yasha's tongue out and back into his own, as Miroku pushed his tongue into Inu Yasha's mouth. The battle for dominance began, as their tongues moved around in their locked mouths. Miroku let out a few soft groans, and Inu Yasha purred softly, the two sounds mixing together in between them. When the need of air had overcome the power between their tongues, they broke away, panting heavily. Both their lips were red and their cheeks were a soft shade of pink, making them look absolutely ravishing and vulnerable.

"I...what does this mean?" said Miroku and Inu Yasha in unison.

A/N: DUN DUN DUN!!!! What a horrible cliff hanger! D! Yeah...it's a new story...so...whatever. It's a short chappie! Sorry! I'm workin' on it. Hehe. R&R S'il vous plait!