Disclaimer: Inuyasha doesn't belong to me. If he did, Miroku and him would be doing floorshows for me all day long. . . *drool*
Anyhoo, this I wrote originally for my drabble group, but revamped it a bit for more interesting-ness.

The Slap
Rating: PG
Pairing: Inuyasha/Miroku (hintings)

The slap resounded through the forest, startling slumbering birds in a nearby tree to take flight on the early misty morning. All was calm for another second, as if the sharp noise had never happened. And then:

"You stupid perverted monk! What the Hell do you think you're doing?!" The defiant, enraged voice of Inuyasha demanded with a slightly higher pitch than normal. He glared angrily at the monk, growling softly as he backed away on all fours.

Miroku, the monk in question, was ruefully rubbing his tender cheek, and the sleep from his eyes. "Ouch! You didn't have to smack me that hard, Inuyasha!" He grumbled, nonchalantly passing the moment off.

It only infuriated the hanyou more.

"Of course I did! You were. . . You were. . ." The hanyou growled, even though a tomato red blush was creeping across his cheeks. He could still feel the spot where the monk had been groping his rear, all too well.

The monk chuckled nervously, holding his hands up in defense. How was he going to talk his way out of this one? "Hey, I didn't mean to grab you there. By all means, I thought you were Sango. . . or Kagome. . ."

If Inuyasha were any angrier, Miroku swore he could have turned full youkai.

"WHAT?! Why you letcherous freak!" Balled fists trembled at Inuyasha's sides, and he could feel every vein in his face twitch with anger. The monk hadn't even known who he was grabbing?!

Miroku let it slide, rubbing his stinging cheek. "Hey, a guy's gotta keep trying. My heir's not gonna make itself." He looked away, masking his face in a decidedly bored expression with the topic. He really hadn't thought that one simple grope would lead to all this. . .

Inuyasha looked like he was going to explode, as he stood there, ripping the monk apart in his mind. The monk had groped him, which he didn't ask for, or want in the first place, and now it was okay because it was for one of the girls?!

The silence stretched on forever, until Inuyasha couldn't take it anymore.."You're disgusting!" He snarled before he stalked off. In all truth, and he was ashamed to admit it, hell, even think it, that he had liked the feel of the monk's hand upon his -he blushed- ass. Not that he'd ever admit it aloud. Or give Miroku the satisfaction of knowing. Or even think of it again. Hell no. No way. Not ever.

The hanyou let out a frustrated sigh, leaning against a tree. Dammit.

Back at the campsite, Miroku smiled sadly, stroking his reddened cheek. At least the hanyou had touched him. Even though he knew Inuyasha would never feel the same way about him, he could revel in a stinging slap brought about by little white lies, and a wayward hand.

~*~*~FIN

*sniffle*