InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 4 Way Draw ❯ 4 Way Draw ( Chapter 1 )

Ok, so here's how this goes. A) No, I don't own Inuyasha; I don't even own a plushy of him. *)pout(* I'm poor off my ass, leave me be. B) This is part of a larger story that's one of 80 billion streaming through my mind, or what ever is left of it, but I figured I'd re-enter the writing community with only a small piece…well, small for me. C) If you're going to give me bad comments, please make them useful so next time I can fix it, and you hopefully won't have to. I know people suck and SOMEONE will ignore this, but please, I'm a respectful reviewer and I expect the same courtesy…oh, and if you are going to be a jerk to me, make sure there's no mistakes for me to make fun of you with, because if I can I will! *)Cheshire grin(*

D) An important note. This fic is a LOT of lemon. More than one pitcher of lemonade, definitely! It currently serves anyone who likes: F/F, F/M, and F/M/F/M, yes, a four-sum. With that said…

~*On with the story!*~

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As she held up the cards she breathed a mental sigh, hoping Sango had a better hand. `You've gotta be kidding me! I've never had a worse hand in my LIFE,' she thought. Schooling her features, Kagome casually leaned over and looked at Sango's cards while she did the same. They both met each other's eyes and started laughing loudly. Each putting their cards face-down on the table they looked up and across at the other team, who were staring at them quizzically. The two boys shared a look and wondered over the girl's behaviors as they shared their cards.

“What if that was a `they're so screwed' laugh,” Miroku whispered, knowing the inu hanyou would hear him. Said hanyou's right ear twitched as he thought that possibility over, discreetly sniffing to figure out the opponent's scents. Nervousness…curiosity…and...excitement?

Now he was really confused. Either she was nervous because they had a good hand, but not a great one, or that the boys would call their bluff. `Damn,' he mentally grumbled, `I really hope it's the second one!' Inuyasha gave an almost imperceptible shrug to Miroku, signaling his confusion and inability to tell. `And here I thought we'd have the upper hand in poker, with my nose…'

Miroku sighed loudly and looked up to meet the girl's gazes. “All right, how about we make a deal,” he said.

“Houshi,” Sango protested, “we're already working on the last deal you made, if you hadn't noticed.” With this she crossed her arms as the others silently nodded their agreement. Sango was least excited about this arrangement. Her and her sugar highs, why did she let Kagome talk her into this? Even strip-poker could have turned out better than this was looking to….could have.

“Well, I know, but since you girls are losing so badly, and this is your last chance, we'll give you some slack.” At this Inuyasha's mouth opened, a highly displeased sound being emitted with a choice curse or two. Miroku's hand went up to silence his ill-tempered friend. “What I'm suggesting is an all or nothing chance. Whoever wins this hand, wins overall.” Merely growling now, Inuyasha adjusted his red t-shirt and black jeans, thinking of the prize.

The girls shared a look and shrugged at the same time. “Ok,” Kagome said, “we're in I guess. Why don't we all just show now and get it over with.” With that she flipped her cards over, revealing she had…nothing. Not even a pair.

Upon seeing this both boys eyes widened and they glanced at each other. Now, either Sango had a royal flush, or the girls were out of the game…not that they knew Inuyasha's hand was a straight flush, but that was the case. If she pulled that off, the boys both thought, they would die of amazement, and Miroku would be a blood stain on the wall when Inuyasha was through with him. It was then they noticed the girls staring at them expectantly.

Miroku flipped his hand, showing three of a kind. At that Sango sighed as she flipped her hand and Kagome flopped ungracefully to the floor with a resounding `thud!' Inuyasha and Miroku now both gaped openly at the hand before them, wordless.

Inuyasha didn't even reveal his cards, he just stared at the table for a moment and Miroku's lecherous grin threatened to split his face in half. Sango's face started to do a lovely tomato impression as Kagome put her hand over her eyes, “It's a dream…wake up Kagome, c'mon…”

“Hold up,” Inuyasha yelled, tearing his gaze from the two pair, “why the hell were you laughing like that if you knew you were gonna lose!?”

“I believe these vixens of beauty were trying to deceive us and shake our confidence, my friend.”

“Actually, Miroku,” Kagome explained, sitting up on her elbows, “We were laughing at how completely…screwed over we were. Though, if we shook you, hey, bonus for us,” she finished with a grin. Sango laughed a little, adding her thoughts.

“Y'know, maybe we should start doing that on purpose some times, just to freak them out.” The two boys eyed Sango strangely and Miroku edged a bit closer to her. He knew he was handsome; he could charm a fish out of water if he tried hard enough.

“Why, my flower, I didn't know you enjoyed `freaking'…” As his hand swept across her rear a resounding smack was heard throughout the house. `Alas,' he thought with a chuckle, `Sango is no fish!'

Kagome, shaking her head at the duo, stood and dusted herself off, while very aware of the golden eyes heatedly following her every move. “Hey, bitch,” he called to her gruffly, “where do you think you're going?” Rolling her eyes at the unruly hanyou, she smirked a little, setting off his instinctual alarms and making him edgy.

“No where. I knew exactly what you two would want when you asked us about that stuff earlier. I'm just going to go change. Might as well let you guys get the full deal, since you're never gonna see this from us again. You coming, hun?” With that Kagome turned to Sango and winked. Despite her heavy sigh, Sango smiled and took the hand Kagome offered her, inwardly chuckling at the two slack-jawed boys on the floor.

“You two can wait in the den, we may agree to this, but I'm not doing this on the floor…last time I got a sore back.” The girls jumped up the nearby steps quietly laughing at the untrue statement. Yes, they'd let the guys have their fun, but they were gonna tease those two until their eyes popped out if they had their way. And by the looks on Inuyasha's and Miroku's faces when the girls went up stairs that was well in progress.

Shaking his head and snapping out of his reverie, Miroku gleefully grabbed the back of Inuyasha's t-shirt and dragged him to the den, the jingle of Miroku's chains finally rousing the hanyou.

They had done that…on Sango's floor!? After watching the two new girls to their school dance so erotically in study hall, Miroku and Inuyasha immediately were curious as to the sexuality of the two; no completely strait girls they knew danced like that together. Kagome and Sango had been there about two weeks now, and since the first day there had been obvious sexual tension, Inuyasha's passes at Kagome were blunt, and her flirtatious replies implied many pictures he deemed pleasant. Sango was a little less forthcoming, shyer (yes that IS a word! XP), but obviously enjoying the attention Miroku was lavishing her with…minus the public groping, that could have been dropped just fine.

When the two curious males cornered the girls and inquired to their tastes the girls shrugged and replied they were strait as arrows. Then Sango laughed and mentioned it was sad how Kagome knew how to please her better than any man would, and vice versa, sparking a new question in the teens' minds. Did the two best friends help relive each other's `frustrations'? Miroku, of course, was more than willing and quickly voiced this question, garnering a salacious look between the two girls and matching smirks. Kagome then proceeded to avoid the question and ask why the boys wanted to know, which was more than enough of an answer for them.

Now, after quite a bit of convincing, some arguments, a challenge, and a poker match, the boys were going to witness just how `close' the girls were. Inuyasha shook his head quickly and rapped on the back of Miroku's head. “Oi! Letch, I think I can walk on my own!”

Miroku, more giddy than he'd ever been, simply chuckled and settled in the recliner across from the couch, thinking it the perfect vantage point for the show. After all, since the rest of Sango's family was away and Kagome was spending the night there anyway, the two would probably take their time and enjoy themselves to the fullest. Or at least he was hoping as much. After all, the two were beautiful, and Inuyasha and Kouga had both already proclaimed them to be virgins, Kouga being a bit loud about it and embarrassing Kagome quite horribly.

Creaking of stairs and the sound of feet on wooden floors brought both boys from their independent thinking. Kagome was the first to walk through the doorway, and had Inuyasha not already been seated on the floor against the far wall, he would have ended up there anyway.

She was dressed in a deep red stretch-lace halter baby-doll and matching bikini style panties. She winked at him, biting her lip to refrain from laughing at his glazed over eyes and what appeared to be drool on the side of his mouth. Miroku was…decidedly happy to see her, though once Sango stepped into the room Kagome noticed the lack of her existence to said pervert. This made her smile widen. He'd see her in a minute, she was sure of it. In the mean-time she settled for waltzing over, snapping her puppy's mouth closed, and reclining on the long couch. Oh, this would be fun.

Sango was a bit more modest, sporting a deep blush that rivaled her clothing's (or lack there-of) color. She was wearing something similar to Kagome, a pink mesh halter baby-doll that was lace from the underside of her breasts up. One look at Miroku's face and she knew she'd never hear the end of it from him. He'd been enough trouble before, but now? Oh, dear. Pulling some of her loose hair behind her right ear she shimmied to the couch, Kagome giving her a knowing smile and winking playfully to calm her.

“C'mon, the boys aren't even here, right? *)wink(* After all, even if they were, you'd still be better!” Pointedly looking at Inuyasha during that comment she reveled in the low growl he emitted and the heated promise in his eyes. She'd be really lucky to get away without a hickey tonight…REALLY lucky. The joys of make-up.

Sitting up she offered her hand to a giggling Sango who took it and sat across from her, their knees barely touching as their legs were pulled beneath them, slightly parted. Reaching out, Kagome took both sides of Sango's face in her hands and pulled her in for a series of kisses, each progressively hotter than the last. As their mouths parted, intensifying their kisses, their warm hands began to smooth paths along each other's creamy skin and pulling light moans from the back of their throats.

As Kagome's left hand untied the back of Sango's halter the other trailed down and massaged up her thigh, to her hip, and then down again, creating warmth and tingling that was rapidly over powering Sango's modesty. Sango's hands also began to roam, one sliding up to cup Kagome's ample breast, the other supporting her as she pushed herself forward, sliding her knee up to the apex of Kagome's thighs. Moaning throatily Kagome used both hands to pull the baby-doll from Sango's lithe body and resumed her fondling. This time her left hand slid along her taught stomach and rubbed against the fabric of Sango's Brazilian panties. Her lust-filled mind barely registered the low husky growl and the near silent utterances of curses, mild reminders of her avid audience. She smirked into the kiss, planning on giving an eyeful.

As she stopped her massage of Sango's now wet nether regions the girl released a pleading moan, lifting her hips slightly. Kagome nipped at Sango's bottom lip as she snapped the elastic of her panties, eliciting a shocked gasp. Deftly she pushed Sango back on the couch, lying between her spread legs and slipping the underwear down her legs. As she crawled back atop her, Sango stopped her just long enough to remove her baby-doll before she was pushed back against the cushions and Kagome's mouth descended upon her.

Taking a pert nipple into her mouth, Kagome suckled on her breast as she slid a finger down between Sango's folds to fondle the nub of her pleasure. With a loud moan Sango arched up off the couch, pushing herself farther into Kagome and increasing the intense feelings coursing through her body. Smirking, Kagome began to slide down her friend's slender body, licking and suckling along the way, dragging startled and passionate sounds from her. Finally reaching her destination she sunk two fingers into her friend very slowly and traced the slit with her tongue.

“Kagome…” As Kagome looked into her friend's eyes she saw the unspoken request there and gave her a lascivious smile, licking her lips. She sat up, withdrawing her adept fingers swiftly, causing the almond eyed girl to utter a leisurely moan. With that she turned around and backed up over Sango, looking down between them and locking eyes with her as she lowered herself until they touched completely. Teasingly Kagome adjusted her body over her friend, simply to cause a wonderful friction that had them both moaning and sighing each other's names. She then leaned forward and licked down her friend's folds which prompted Sango to return the favor. As they eagerly lapped at each other's recesses they squirmed and moaned, pressing and doing what they knew from experience would drive each other wild.

Kagome sucked leisurely and gently slid her fingers in and out of her friend, setting a slow pace. Swiftly, without warning she quickened her pace, rapidly gliding in and out of the deep tunnel of her body. Sango's loud cry against Kagome's own folds were well worth the restraint despite her own pleasure. Sango was very skilled with her, oh yes she was.

Sango knew that despite Kagome's kind and sometimes meek personality she was a great deal more animalistic in passion. She knew to move her tongue quickly, nip her clit, and move multiple fingers into her in a way that looked as though it would be painful. The near bruising speed and the way her fingers moved about as she plunged them into her only caused Kagome pleasure, though. By now, they were so thoroughly into each other's bodies and their pleasure that they had forgotten their audience. A few moments more and both teens released high pitched sounds, one a loud moan, the other quite near screaming.

As the two lay across the couch, heads cradled on each other's thighs, they panted and gasped for breath, eyes closed with slight smiles etched across their flushed faces. On the other side of the room both boys were also flushed, with glazed eyes and a predatory gleam that, had the girls noticed, would have made them shiver in anticipation.

Finally having her muscles return to her control, Kagome arched her neck back to look at her friend beneath her with a lop-sided grin and a playful look in her eyes. “Remind me again why we don't do this more often, hun?” At Sango's breathy laughter Kagome began to slide her now sweat-gleaming body along the body beneath her. The resulting moans and sighs pulled the men from their stupor and did nothing to relieve the heavy ache of their groins.

With a kiss to each other's cheek the girls propped themselves upon the couch, belatedly realizing their audience was still quite attentive. When Kagome closed her eyes to draw a deep, calming breath to make a teasing comment she didn't expect for that breath to be cut off by lips upon hers. Eyes opening in surprise, her gaze locked with deep gold and she moaned in her throat, her eyes drooping shut, at the low growl that traveled across her body from their connected mouths. Eagerly she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer as the heat within her abdomen reacquired its stronghold.

Finally pulling away to draw in desperately needed air she noticed Miroku had Sango straddling him on the recliner across from them, grinding against each other, and she had to bite her lip from holding in her laughter. At Inuyasha's curious look she nodded her head at the other couple and mumbled something about how bad of a liar Sango was. Giving an undignified snort and rolling his eyes Inuyasha recaptured Kagome's lips, letting his hands wander around her exposed body, memorizing each curve with his touch, as he had already done with his eyes.

Tugging at Inuyasha's lose t-shirt she was rewarded with a deep growl as he pulled back only enough to discard the already forgotten clothing. His body was rather thin, but decidedly well built and perfectly toned. She ran her nails lightly over his abs, stifling a giggle when he hissed and drew away to glare lustfully at her. Then he smirked wickedly, sending a shiver of nervous excitement racing along her spine. He leaned in then, lips just barely touching, hot breath teasing as he spoke to her, “Laugh it up, bitch, while you've still got the breath.”

Eyes fully opening Kagome gasped as she was turned and placed in Inuyasha's lap before her mind could even register the movement. `Damn demons and their speed,' she thought. Before anything else could pass her mind Inuyasha's mouth and hands had descended upon her again.

He slid one hand up, cupping her breast as he flicked and teased the nipple carefully with one of his claws. The other scraped gently down across the plane of her stomach and between her thighs, which he kept apart with his knees under hers. Catching the gasping moans she tried to suppress he leaned forward, whispering in her ear, though she didn't have the frame of mind to remember what exactly. Whatever it was, she didn't mind as the heat in her stomach wound tighter around its self. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, eyes snapping open and mouth agape as he ran his fangs across her neck, pinched her nipple, slid two fingers into her quickly, and massaged her clit all at the same time. Sango, she quickly decided, had just lost her top-lover rank.

With a feral grin against her neck he reveled in the high pitched squeaks and moans he elicited from her. His demon blood called out to this girl, and he'd be damned if she didn't scream his name for him at least twice before the sun rose again.

Hazily Kagome opened her eyes as she gasped and panted; her thoughts incoherent under the demon's skillful assault of her senses. The sight across from her would have had her laughing at her best friend, had she been in her senses.

Miroku had his leg between Sango's thigh, his hand predictably rested on her soft bottom, while he mouthed and massaged her breasts. The leg which she straddled kept moving and Sango was mindlessly grinding herself against him as she began to disrobe him. The erotic sight combined with Inuyasha's ministrations on her body were enough to bring her to another climax that made her cry out even louder than the first time.

Allowing Kagome to catch her breath, Inuyasha kissed a trail down her neck and let a low rumbling growl permeate their bodies and the air around them. Kagome turned herself, meeting Inuyasha's golden eyes with her mischief filled orbs. “I've got an idea.”

Kagome easily finished turning herself, pulling clothes off of her lover. `Boxers or briefs,' she wondered silently. `Oh…neither!' As Inuyasha reached to pull her to the couch, she shook her head and stepped back with a wink. She turned around right as Sango was lowered onto Miroku, her back to his chest, in much the same position as Kagome herself had just been in. Sango's eyes locked with Kagome's and she walked forward. Dropping to the floor in front of the chair, she looked back at Inuyasha with a `come hither' look. Miroku took the hint and slid forward in the chair as Inuyasha dropped on his knees behind Kagome.

With Kagome on her knees Inuyasha thrust himself quickly inside her tight sheath making her moan in ecstasy. She leaned forward eagerly as Inuyasha pounded into her and licked Sango's slit, grazing Miroku's shaft lightly now and then. Miroku's hands palmed Sango's breasts as he thrust more gently and whispered things into her ear. Inuyasha held onto Kagome's hip and one tit, slamming into as hard and fast as he could and talking dirty to her. He slid the hand at her breast down to her hip using that to pull her back to him as his other hand began flicking and rubbing her clit mercilessly.

After some time Miroku's hand glided down, pulling Sango's legs farther apart and giving Kagome better access to her clit. Inuyasha changed how he was thrusting, hitting Kagome's g-spot over and over as he slammed into her from behind. He growled loudly, a sound mixed with a moan, as the other three cried out, Miroku's grunt just moments after the two girls' shrieks.

As the three sprawled out, relaxing for a moment, one thought crossed the arrogant demon's mind. `I should have known she'd be a screamer.' “Damn. Good thing you sent Shippo home with your mom!”

The other three let out breathless chortles, merely nodding. “That…was good,” Kagome sighed. With a strange light in her eye she looked back at Inuyasha, who was lazily licking designs across her neck and upper back. “Hey, dog-boy,” she purred, “you down for the count already? What, no Purina puppy-chow this morning?” At the responding growl she laughed, bringing her hand up to pull herself off the floor a little. Before she got very far she felt two strong arms haul her quickly upward, where she was deposited across a strong shoulder.

“Hey Sango, that spare room's the one up to the left, ain't it?” With a barely suppressed giggle she nodded. “Feh. Gotta teach my bitch what the word `stamina' means!” After a feral grin, growl, and a swat to the now playfully-struggling Kagome's ass Inuyasha darted up the stair, Kagome's warning to Sango of retribution echoing in the house.

As their laughter died down Miroku and Sango looked at each other, Sango blushing an undiscovered shade of red. “Well,” Miroku began in a sultry tone, “we can't let them have all the fun. Besides, Inuyasha's about to show me up, and we can't have that happen!” Sitting silently, as most inanimate objects do, poker cards were strewn across the living room floor; waiting to be picked up before the rest of the Tajiya family arrived home.