InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time For Everything ❯ "Hit Me Up" ( Chapter 42 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Well Crap It’s been forever and a day since I uploaded last. (Life smacked me in the face I swear!) I suggest listening to the song this short is named after. Hopefully, this will get me back into the swing and I can work on some of my older stuff again. We shall see….

“Hit Me Up” Danny Fernandes ft. Josh Ramsay & Belly

She bobbed her head to the upbeat music flowing through the headphones, strands of her dark ebony hair swaying from the motions. She needed to get herself lost in the music and find the inspiration that was beginning to feel intangible as of late. How long had it been since she had been able to sit down at her computer and just let the words flow onto the computer screen? How long ago was it that her muse had abandoned her and even putting pen and paper together had left her with endless headaches and nothing to show for it?

Too long she reminded herself, the number two pencil crunching slightly from between her teeth adding more teeth marks to the already ridiculously abused item. There were stories running rampant in her mind. Stores she could see plain as day in her mind and on a few occasions could simply play endlessly across her eyes if she kept her eyes closed long enough and concentrated.

'Writing shouldn't be this difficult!' she thought to herself as she glared at the computer screen in front of her. The word document was still blank, the cursor blinking at her in a teasing fashion. Torturing her with inadequacies. There were deadlines she needed to meet if she wanted to be able to pay her bills, responsibilities that had been neglected because she couldn't get what she wanted to out of her mind and into reality.

"Goddammit, Rin!" clenched fists pounded on the black keyboards, jumbling letters appearing across the screen smoothly, showing her that, yes, the keyboard was more capable than she currently was. "Fuck you computer, fuck you!"

Angrily Rin pushed herself away from the computer, the chair rolling quietly on the hardwood floor. She pulled the headphones from her head and tossed them on the desk and she stood and headed away from the very thing she had spent countless months at writing her dreams, shaping stories, and bringing them to life.

Her bare feet slapped against the floor as she went into her kitchen and pulled a beer from the softly humming fridge. She popped the top and took a sip of the bitter liquid from the glass bottle. It was cold and refreshing, not quite what she wanted, but it would just have to do. Beer had never been her drink of choice when she was younger, the bitter aftertaste mostly off-putting, but it was just another bad habit she had acquired over the years. Just another facet of her life that seemed to remind her how different she was from who she used to be.

 

Sighing heavily, Rin trekked across the living room and slipped open the arcadia door, and helped herself into the large rattan chair, the cushion dipping slightly under her weight. It wasn't quite dark yet, the sun slipping behind the tall buildings, leaving the sky in darkening oranges, reds, and if she looked hard enough maybe a shade or two of pink. She could hear life all around her, the faint car engines, a bird or two in the trees below her, a television set or two if she strained, and the voices of her neighbors.

 

She had resided in the unit now for the last few years and it never bothered to get to know the neighbors on either side of her. It wasn't like she wasn't friendly, because she was, but Rin preferred to keep herself. Some nights the bass from the music would vibrate the walls between their units and she could feel the beat pulsing in her veins. Those nights had helped her create the worlds she lived in, her written worlds and it was a beautiful thing. Other nights it was a reminder of how lonely her reality was.

 

"Oh, it's going to be so much fun!" Rin heard the excited feminine voice, her neighbor was younger, maybe early twenties? "I don't have a designated driver though..."

 

'Call a cab? Uber it?' Rin thought to herself sipping the beer in her hand. She could have tuned the voice out, but it was a little on the higher side, the kind that refused to be ignored and Rin rolled her eyes.

 

“But I don't know her,” Maybe she could take up smoking to try and force the inspiration out, but Rin didn't think she would like to smell like nicotine or have cotton mouth. “I mean I could ask her, it's the neighborly thing to do...”

 

'Wait-what?' Rin almost spat out her drink as she struggled to catch the single-sided conversation going on a few feet from where she sat. Neighborly thing to do?

 

"Well I mean yeah, but I barely see her out, maybe she's one of those girls...." What the breathing kind? From what she could hear, Rin wasn't too certain she liked where the conversation was going. What kind of girl did her neighbor think of her as? Rin thought she looked like a normal person, no extra digits or appendages, no tattoos or piercings, just as plain and average as they came.

 

Okay so maybe she was leaving more to be desired with her attire, but why would she care about the latest fashions? Rin spent most of her time in front of a computer screen so she optimized her wardrobe based on comfortability and cheap cost. Did people really care that her dress was the highlight of the early 2000s? She hadn't been a teenager in a long time and why mess with the classics if it worked her right? Right?

 

“Okay fine I'll go ask,” the voice drifted away and Rin felt her blood run cold and she held her breath hoping that maybe, just maybe the girl was talking about a different hermit neighbor.

 

No such luck. The knock was loud and to Rin, it almost felt ominous and she took a long minute debating with herself whether or not she would answer it. The loud rap sounded again and Rin gave in, heaving herself out of her chair and crossing the room, calling out as she quickly unlocked the heavy door and opening it hesitantly, wishing that this was all in her imagination and the hallway would be empty. She liked the idea of her being crazy and hearing/seeing things over the simple act of interacting with her neighbors.

 

"hey," the girl was blonde, medium height and definitely in her early twenties Rin told herself, the large green eyes wide and friendly. Would it be rude to slam the door shut? Maybe she could glare at the girl and be rude just enough without having to bluntly say she wasn't interested. "I'm Savannah, your next-door neighbor."

 

"Rin," she accepted the hand outstretched in front of her and pumped it gently twice. Okay, she couldn't be rude, it wasn't who she was. Rin was a synonym for squid, no backbone.

 

“Rin, cool.” Hands ran through the dyed hair nervously, and Rin wished the girl would either spit it out or go away. “I know we don't know each other, but well you're around my age and I was wondering if you could do me a solid.”

 

“Thirty,” Could those eyes grow any wider? Rin thought to herself. Would they pop out of her head like a hamster being squeezed to death?

 

“What?” Savannah could have been chewing bubble gum and twirling her hair in her finger and it would have made more sense than the deer in the headlights look she had on.

 

“I am thirty,” okay, Rin was closer to thirty-one, but who was going to rat her out, the age police?

 

“Close enough,” The girl snapped out of it, shaking her head and Rin was internally screaming at herself. “Look, I totes need a favor, you know, female solidarity and all that jazz.”

 

"Uh, okay?" Totes? Did people actually speak this way in public—to other people? Did this girl even understand what female solidarity meant? Good God Rin was feeling quite a bit older than thirty at the moment.

 

"Well look," If this girl flipped her shoulder-length hair again Rin was going to yank it from her scalp. "I totes got invited to this wicked house party and I need someone to go with me. You're not an uggo and I don't look like the type to drink, so can you do me a solid and come with me? I will pay you."

 

"How much?" Rin was a capitalist at heart, money spoke volumes and it could be the difference between having to pay her cell phone bill and eat nothing but ramen noodles for the next month.

 

“Fifty bucks?” she sounded hopeful and Rin was sure she could swallow her pride and go.

 

"Two hundred and you have a deal," Savannah scoffed at her and almost turned her back and left. If the girl wanted a babysitter then Rin wanted to make more than minimum wage for her inconvenience.

 

"UGH Fine!" hands thrown haphazardly in the air and Rin was shocked. "But you have to be ready in fifteen minutes and for the love of god please tell me you have something decent in your closet?"

 

Rin looked down at herself and felt her cheeks flush bright red. She looked like a typical couch potato. Her black tank top was clean but old and the sweats had definitely seen better days, one knee was torn and ratty. She even had on tube socks leftover from a previous relationship. Okay, she was very homely looking, borderline homeless and her hair was a bit on the oily side. If she had food crumbs on her it would have fit perfectly. Maybe she could pass for a gamer chick? She was wearing her oversized aviator reading glasses after all.

 

"Totes..." See Rin could understand and speak hipster and the girl pumped her arm in victory and reiterated that they needed to be ready to leave in fifteen minutes.

 

Rin shut the door behind her and quickly went to her bedroom, tugging open dresser drawers and dumping the contents onto her habitually unmade bed. She quickly undressed and paraded around in her birthday suit. Just because she did not like the fact she was going to a house party as the babysitter, she would at least try her best not to look like a dump. Living in sweats and tracksuits for the last year was probably not the best idea she ever had, especially since she had gained five, maybe ten pounds and most of her nice pants were impossibly tight, even for her.

 

She ended up in a pair of military green cropped cargo pants and she prayed were only pretending to protest as she squeezed them over her thighs and buttoned them. A thick leather belt wrapped around her waist and she grabbed a white spaghetti strap shirt and an oversized long-sleeved dropped shoulder pullover sweater that she had found on sale a few years back. It was a light gray color and it would make it to where she wouldn't need a jacket in case it got any colder. Unfortunately, she had to live with her worn-out tennis shoes, which she always kept clean and Rin quickly ran a hairbrush through her tangled locks and tried her best to plait the long black locks into a french braid as her front door began vibrating from her neighbor's knocking. Fifteen minutes up already?

 

Rin slipped her cell phone, wallet, and a small notepad into one of her pockets and grabbed a pen or two along with her keys as she went to the door. Lights clicked off and Savannah backed up as Rin closed and locked her front door. The girl would just have to live with the large glasses Rin had, as contacts dried out her eyes and they always took forever and a day to put on. Besides, Rin didn't actually know where the other pairs of glasses she had were. They were probably in the pocket dimension that resided on her bedside nightstand, where everything disappeared.

 

"You clean up nice," Savannah's hand grabbed hers and pulled Rin down the hallway, out the front lobby doors, and out into the night.

 

“Just imagine if I had an hour,” Rin was tucked away into a sleek vehicle and within minutes they were out on the highway, her neighbor's mouth going a mile a minute as she changed lanes, speeding along the asphalt as if the devil was at her heels. Phone numbers were exchanged and Rin was given vague information on where exactly she was being taken to.

 

Wasn't this the beginning scene in all of those crime scene television shows? She really hoped that she wasn't going to be sold into a sex trafficking ring. What the hell was she thinking when she agreed to this? None of her friends knew where she was at, had no inkling that Rin would even get into a vehicle with a stranger let alone go out to a house party at her age. Nobody would know she was missing and Rin cursed her stupidity under her breath as the car shifted lanes again, nearly avoiding clipping the vehicle in front of them and Rin hoped that she would make it home in one piece.

 

It was a thirty-minute drive and when Savannah exited the freeway onto a stretch of road littered with large trees and spaced out street lights Rin felt her heart fluttering in her chest. She knew this area. Oh God no, she prayed silently, her gaze locked on the extravagant houses down the road. They were spaced out so there was enough privacy and the gaps between homes lengthened she felt her throat dropping into her stomach. She had a very bad feeling she knew exactly where they were going and she did not like it one bit.

 

“Where exactly are we going?” her voice sounded strained even to her own ears, almost fearful and she swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

 

"It's a friend of a friend's boyfriend's place I think," Savannah replied either not noticing Rin's nails digging into the passenger side door or not caring. "We're almost there, see it's the house maybe a block or two down at the end of the road."

 

Rin did see the house, she remembered the house and if she had the courage to throw herself from the vehicle, she would have. Instead, she clutched the door, desperately trying to calm her nerves, taking in deep breaths and trying to avoid having a panic attack. This was not good.

 

The gravel crunched under the tires as the car came to a stop, the click of belt buckles being released and the air was sharp and cold, it hurt her lungs as she closed the car door behind her. There were ghosts lurking in the house before her, ones she had tried to exorcise in her past, and now here she was yet again. She could hear the music, feel the beat pulsing wildly below her and Rin couldn't tear her eyes away from the site.

 

The house was larger than life, impossibly bigger than she remembered, but the white paint was illuminated by the moonlight. Three stories tall, large bay windows were open, the light curtains fluttering in the slight wind, calling her to almost hypnotically. It was the epitome of luxury, a blunt display of wealth and style, and if Savannah's hand wasn't guiding her towards the double doors, Rin would have stayed outside, entranced by her past.

 

“Remember Rin,” Savannah's valley girl tone had gone hard as a pair of car keys were handed to her. “No drinking, and I'll text you when we are ready to go.”

 

“Oh-okay,” She licked her lips nervously as she was forced through the threshold.

 

People were everywhere, pressed tightly to another as the music surged. Bodies moved fluidly like water, swaying, and dipping, bumping and grinding and as she was sucked further into the large foyer, she felt hands drifting softly over her. They weren't groping, not really, but it felt almost sensual as if she was slipping into a hungry sexual mosh pit. She was pressed against hard bodies, some aware of her proximity and not caring, others not noticing whatsoever.

 

The smell of the air was thick with sweat and heat, mixed with the bodies she found herself being seduced by the music. Her own body remembered how to move, swaying with the beat and she was hopelessly caught as her mind began drifting away. She wasn't thinking clearly, the flashing lights giving off the nightclub feel and she couldn't tell if she was blinking or not, she felt dizzy.

 

Hands brushed her shoulders and slid down, lips touched her neck and exposed shoulder where her sweater did not cover. They were on her arms, on her thighs, and caressed her, a masculine voice whispering incoherent things into her ears and it made her hungry. Her teeth caught her lips, biting softly as her hips rolled to the beat of the bass. There was a reason she stayed home, why she should have refused her neighbor and she was struggling to keep her wits about her.

 

“Rin,” Her mouth felt dry and thick air had gone a touch sweet. The voice was a memory, a warning and she gasped for air as one song ended and another began. This wasn't natural.

 

Silver hair danced around her vision several feet away and it was as if someone had dumped cold water on her. It bobbed in the crowd, weaved barely out of her vision, and if she had had a stronger sense of smell, the scent of her fear would have been palpable.

 

Demons.

 

Demons were real and they did not like to be recognized. Rin blinked, her hands pushing up her glasses as she rubbed her eyes hard. The air was intoxicating, trying its best to lure her back into the crowd and she swallowed heavily as she forced her feet to move out of the mass of sliding bodies. She needed to get out of the crowd, away from the demons hiding in plain sight, and get the hell away from this place. Not all demons were dangerous, her mind whispered as she felt the lingering hands, sliding over her shoulders, her hips, and through her hair and she felt as if she were completely naked.

 

Each touch was almost scalding and as she pushed her way towards the edge of the dancing she could already feel the eyes on her. Which directly was a mystery, but it felt like it was all around her, that he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She felt drunk and hunted and it propelled her father away from the crowds of hungry lust. Her feet climbed up the airs, her fingers grasping as the banister as she pulled herself out of the thickness of the music and the sex and the sweat of all the party-goers. When she was younger she had lost herself to the madness of it all, drowning in the feelings of it all, and Rin's chest heaved and she climbed as if her life depended on it.

 

The music was softer now, less compulsory and she licked her lips as she wandered down the hallway, her fingers clutching the first doorknob she found and sliding behind the door and closing it roughly behind her. The room wasn't dark, but it wasn't brightly lit either and she stayed pressed against the door trying to catch her breath.

 

“You don't belong here,” His voice was soft and demanding, not deep yet not feminine and it had her heart pounding.

 

She was surrounded by books. Hundreds of them, expertly placed and most of them were older than her by decades. It was the library, floor to ceiling—wall to wall books, a personal haven. The carpets on the floor were expensive and there was a large antique desk placed strategically in the center. It had always given her the impression of a principal's office and the man sitting at it was both a dream and a nightmare. He hadn't noticed her, not quite yet and she licked her dry lips as she watched him.

 

"I—uh," his long silver hair shimmered, the perfect braid trailing over his shoulder and dipping down below the desk. His shoulders were wide, but not too wide and the no doubt expensive dress shirt was unbuttoned, the fabric clinging to his muscles, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Silk, Rin was certain it was silk or some other expensive fabric. He only wore the best.

 

Molten amber eyes snapped, trapping her in place and she knew she was in trouble. She saw the surprise in them momentarily, then they clouded over and a pale hand slowly put the pen it held back into the inkwell. He was terribly old-fashioned. "Rin...."

 

It tugged at her, demanded her to go to him and she fought the urge and kept her spot, her hands clutching the door behind her. She was afraid to move, afraid to blink and she could only watch as he rose from his chair, the way his muscles rippled underneath the fabric. His clawed hand ran across the wood of the desk, he was pure seduction and if she hadn't known what he was she would have moaned. He approached slowly, closing in on her and she remembered how he had hunted her in the past without even meaning to. God, he was pure sin.

 

“I was not expecting to see you,” He was closer now, too close and Rin wished she could melt through the door and disappear. It was too late to run now.

 

"I-I," She couldn't help but lick her dry lips again. How could he do this to her? She had made sure to stay away, the way he affected her should have gone away. She should have had better resistance to him. "I w-wasn't expecting to come here.."

 

His clawed hand felt good as it traveled up her arm, the sharp points gliding across the flesh of her shoulder and resting on her jaw, his thumb tracing her chin. He loomed over Rin, easily almost a foot taller than her, his breath brushing against her and raising the butterflies in her stomach to life. He looked as hungry as she was beginning to feel and all of the instincts that told her to flee suddenly hushed.

 

“You know what this means,” his lips inched closer to her, his eyes swirling with an emotion she couldn't identify.

 

“Yes,” His other hand rested next to her head effectively trapping her between his body and the door. It snapped back some of her failing control. “I-I see your arm has regrown...”

 

His chuckle was dark, husky and those lips teased her and she felt the heat between her legs, she wanted him. "It's a prosthetic Rin. The marvels of modern technology... With enough money, you can do just about anything."

 

"O-oh," his leg slid in between hers, touching her intimately and she gasped at the sensation. It had been so long since she had felt this, even longer since she had last felt him and she was already a goner. The game they played, this cat and mouse was finally over and they both knew she would lose.

 

"Rin," How could his voice get any deeper? She felt she could come just by him speaking and his clawed hand slipped around the back of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. "Yield to me."

 

"Sesshomaru," His mouth was on her, nipping and exploring as she gave in to him. His hands were everywhere, pulling, tugging, and fire erupted along her skin from his touch.

 

Her own hands grabbed at the fabric of this shirt, yanking him to her, crushing his body to hers and she ground her hips against the bulge in his pants. She was hot, too hot and she paid no attention as articles of the clothing met with the business end of his claws and fell to the floor. She heeled out of her shoes as she unbuttoned his shirt, and pants, tossing his belt somewhere away from them.

 

His muscles rippled along her naked skin, his tongue battled for dominance with her own and those dangerous clawed hands gripped her thighs and lifted her, pulling her to him as he filled her with his need, her legs wrapping around his hips. Rin moaned loudly, her breath hitching at the feel of him inside her. Her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as he moved, his hips thrusting against her flesh. There was strength in his arms as he pushed her back tighter against the doorway, his breath erratic against her ear as he slid his length deeper inside her than she thought possible. His moans echoed her own, his teeth grazing the sweaty juncture of the neck, nipping and branding her as the walls of her inner muscles clenched around him tightly.

 

Her release took her swiftly and as she fell Rin felt Sesshomaru trembling against her body with his own, his sharp teeth pressing against her shoulder and breaking the skin and slipping into muscle. She cried out underneath him, convulsing in pleasure and she was certain she saw a black spot dancing across her vision.

 

Good God, there was no way she was going to be able to weasel her way out of this again. He had promised her that next time he would not let her go and Rin wondered if this was all a trap to get her where he wanted her. There was only so much running she could do, so much leeway he would allow her to have. Sesshomaru was a patient creature, he waited silently watching her from the boundaries of their agreement and now that she had come back into his territory willingly, she was caught. She would be his.

 

Her breathing slowed down minutes later and as Sesshomaru stepped back, releasing Rin from their passion she could have laughed. She glanced down at her clothing and grabbed at her pants searching the pockets for the pens and the small notebook. She ignored the curious glance from the silver-haired man in front of her and side-stepped him, crossing the distance to the desk and plopping her naked bottom onto the leather chair.

 

Inspiration was a fickle thing and once she was done she knew she would have to deal with the consequences of her actions. She would have to deal with everything that came with the demon staring at her from across the room, but right now Rin had to write this down.

 

TBC