Bleach Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Desires ❯ Regrets ( Chapter 2 )

Bleach x Inuyasha

 

These are one shots - possibly more shots, depending on how favoured the story is - involving various characters in Devil Within - which can be found on FanFiction under OutofCompleteControl penname

 

Trying to figure out what is the most favoured pairing with "captions" of what could be.

 

Pairing below

 

 

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FLASHBACK

 

The moan, it was a sound of pure delight, escaped her throat even as her fingers knotted within the soft tangles of sweat dampened hair tugging in a shameless demand for more. She could feel his amusement, the twitch of lips against the heated inside of her right thigh, even as he refused to go along with her demand. No his mouth trailed along the curve of her leg, teeth nipping the skin just hard enough to undoubtedly bruise though a heartbeat later his tongue flickered out to soothe the abused flesh.

 

He didn't quite stop there but rather worked his way back up her body. There wasn't, it seemed, a part of her he wanted to miss for his tongue or teeth or fingers were everywhere leaving feather soft caresses against her skin that were driving her insane. The feel of his lips against her left nipple caused her fingers to tighten in his hair, undecided on whether to push him away or pull him closer. She chose the latter in pulling his head closer to her chest when his free hand came to cup her other breast. Long fingers pulled gently on the rock hard nipple there in time with the suckling, and there was no other word for what he was doing, of her left breast.

 

That felt good, really good… the sensations only succeeded in tearing a soft encouraging mewl from her throat. Her breasts had begun to ache more recently. But the pull of his mouth to one breast, his fingers to the other only helped in revealing some of the feeling of them been too heavy.

 

But as good as it felt she wanted more…

 

"Amuuru." The endearment was like amour in French, a deep affection and love for the man.

 

"Ssh…" He gave her right breast a squeeze, not hard enough to hurt but enough to distract.

 

When his mouth finally touched hers, the kiss heated and demanding that she give in to the battles of tongues in a war of dominance, she still couldn't help but wonder at what sort of game he was playing. This was a man who would leave her for weeks, even months on end at a time and usually to do something else so trivial it was beyond annoying. It irritated her to be left feeling so needy, pining for release… that when he did happen by she was just as ready to kill him as to make love to him. But recently, over the last month or so, his visits had grown in number.

 

Tonight itself was different from the others.

 

He had feasted on her like a dying man… driving her so high into an intoxicating bliss by either tongue or lips or fingers. Each orgasm had been more intense than the last, her body trembling every time as he waited patiently for her to come down from that pinnacle of release before teasing her to that zenith once again. As strange as it would seem to another else she knew he was up to something… and this was an advanced apology for whatever sort of heartache he was bound to cause her.

 

She knew because it was his nature to be a troublemaker. He'd done it before…

 

But such thoughts seemed to vanish as his mouth found hers again, swallowing the shrill cry of pleasure that escaped her lips… her hips rising to accept more of him inside of her. The thrust drove him deep, a thick intrusion that her body greedily grasped at… and which drew a kick from babe inside her who was unwilling to share her body with the same man that had helped create him. With only three months before he was to be born her son had already begun to show some of his father's traits, in that selfishness was something both males possessed.

 

And yet. The splay of fingers across her swollen stomach, the touch feather light and almost teasing, as her lover shifted his weight more onto one arm was a touch not made by someone who thought mainly of themselves. Nor was the expression that crossed his angular features, the uncertainty that trickled through pale cyan blue eyes. Her lips parted, concern welling up within her, but the feel of his lips against hers… the kiss soft and enduring, as if he was trying to stake a greater claim to her than his child growing within her womb, and yet somehow still desperate silenced her.

 

She would ask him later… right now she just wanted him. Needed him even.

 

END FLASHBACK

 

 

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Her breathe escaping in something of a growled sigh, frustration warring with exhaustion, Kagome ran her fingers through ebony black hair as her mind worked through what she had learnt. Gleaning the information she wanted from the 8th and 13th Captains had been easier than she had thought. Shunsui was always pliable with the right words and though she felt guilty in taking advantage of Jushiro while he was sick she had needed to know. Still she knew if the white haired Captain had been better, not cooped up in bed and looking miserable, he would have understood her need to know such and uttered not a word of complaint anyways… Ukitake had loved her once, after all.

 

The information though hadn't made anything better… if anything the information she had gleaned from her old friends had made everything seem much, much worse.

 

Trust that man for doing something so… so… stupid. If the idiot, and she meant that literally for he was no genius regardless of how others viewed him, had not alienated so many people they may have caught on to the subtle signs. From what she had learnt listening to Shunsui, and the 8th was good with his memory even if it took a while to weasel the information out of the large brunette.

 

The one she had inquired about… he had wanted to be caught and even imprisoned so that his part would have fallen through.

 

"Are you alright?"

 

"I'm fine Ichigo." Indeed she was fine physically, mentally she was feeling shaken.

 

But she was not within the sanctuary offered within the real world and she would be damned if she let anyone within Gotei 13, despite her old alliance, know how she really felt. A part of her could feel her cousin's, they were related really only through a fluke in the time line where she had died in the past and not in the modern era where she had been born, eyes upon her. He wouldn't ask. The younger man, substitute Shinigami for he too was wearing the black robes that marked the Soul Reapers, knew she was hiding something though he had been content with her response to his curious glances earlier… she would tell him soon but not now.

 

After all she had not quite wrapped her mind around how to let Ichigo know that her lover and the father of Asshu was one of the traitors to Gotei 13.

 

He had taken hard to knowing his cousin had been dead for so many years, a Shinigami since her death.

 

Worst that had held the rank of Captain... former 10th Captain Kagome Higurashi.

 

 

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The whelp was right.

 

He had been distracted since the first time he had encountered the orange haired Shinigami. Possibly because the other's energy was similar to hers, in that it was wild… blistering against his own controlled aura almost painfully. Or maybe because of the fact that he could recall that she had occasionally complained, after returning from the real world, about her cousin with such a beacon of unusually tinged hairs. Or was it because of the few times he had skirted duty and escaped to the living world he had felt her.

 

His ability to blanket his energy until it was completely subdued had allowed him, given him the chance, to watch her, wanting to but never daring to approach. Afraid she would reject him. Still he'd spent a day, just recently truth be told, in watching her and the youngster who had trailed her, a slender youth who looked no more than twelve… a boy with hair that was slightly darker than his own silvered mane and who possessed her bewitching azure blue eyes.

 

Asshu, the child's name ultimately coming to mean ash, that was the name they had finally agreed upon when her pregnancy had been discovered.

 

She had fled Soul Society some hundred years ago when those others had become affected. Oh she could easily handle herself… she could give him a run for his money as the saying went… but it was not only herself she had had to be worried about all those years ago. Still unlike the others who had also left Soul Society he didn't doubt that old man Yamamoto had not given an order for her execution if captured, the Captain-Commander had treated her akin to a daughter more than a subordinate. And there was no doubt the old man knew of their relationship.

 

After all why else would the ancient Shinigami have ignored some of his statements, which would have gotten any other Shinigami into trouble for insolence… and then supposed murder.

 

Eyes narrowing more Gin hesitated a moment before pushing aside thoughts of her. Distractions were dangerous and this upstart was a dangerous kid already.

 

Still if he was fortunate, maybe if fate smiled, though it hadn't since that day he had met Sosuke Aizen, he may get another chance to taste and touch… make love to her one more time before he died. Make her his just once more. He needed… needed to know if she hated him before death claimed him.

 

 

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Kagome Higurashi x Gin Ichimaru - former 10th Captain [amusing, no?], former 3rd Captain

 

obviously his age is changed, older.

 

For so Rangiku fans... sorry but I don't like her