InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Tale Twice Told ❯ The Completed Man ( Chapter 10 )

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“Had fun?”

Inuyasha was surprised to detect a bitter edge in Kagome’s voice. He had just returned from his dinner with Kikyou. Kagome had surprised him by staying awake even though it was two in the morning. Why was she mad at him? And why was she up so late? He quickly discarded the idea that she had stayed up to wait for him. 'Must not have been able to sleep,' he thought. He paused to take in her crossed arms and the calm look on her face, so calm it appeared to be forced.  Suddenly, he was cautious about divulging too much information, something about Kagome's tone and body language suggested that she would not like it at all.  So he merely shrugged and tossed his watch on to the dresser as he replied.  “Eh, it was okay.”

She pointedly glanced at the clock. “You two had a lot to discuss, it seems.”

Again, Inuyasha bit back the reply that had come to his tongue. He did not know if it was Kikyou’s influence or that of the wine, but he had ended up sharing a lot of intimate details regarding his marriage. Now that prudence prevailed, he decided that Kagome would not appreciate it if she came to know about it. Making a mental note not to get carried away like that ever again, Inuyasha proceeded to say a half-truth, though his soul rebelled against it. “I told you we’re funding her research. We needed to chalk out the logistics.”

“So, this Kikyou person is just a friend of yours?”

Inuyasha noticed that Kagome’s voice shook slightly as she asked. He paused in the middle of taking off his coat. Oh what the hell, she’s no fool anyway.

“As a matter of fact we used to go around in college. It was a long time ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me because?”

“You never asked,” he replied truthfully, before bending down to take off his shoes. Kagome crawled a step forward.

“So this marriage was just a compromise for you? You are actually in love with Kikyou?”

What? Inuyasha looked up, surprised. “Where is this coming from?”

“Oh you can drop the act now. I know you only married me because your brother forced you to. Kikyou is your obvious first choice.”

Inuyasha sighed as he literally escaped into the bathroom. He could not deal with another jealous, angry woman tonight. One was more than enough. ‘But why would Kagome be jealous of Kikyou when she’s not even in love with me?’ a part of him wondered as he splashed cold water on his face. He could not figure out his wife’s strange reaction. ‘She seemed fine a few hours ago,’ he thought as he turned on the shower.

He sorely needed to wash off his guilt – for in his mind he had strayed from his ideal. Was he right in going out for dinner with an ex without his wife? Was he right in staying out so late? There was a time during the evening when he was lost in the conversation, so much that he did not even notice the time. True, Kikyou had done all the flirting, but did he not flirt back even once? At any rate, he did not stop her either, and a part of him had actually enjoyed the attention. Then the incident in front of the lift – true, he had come out of it honourably but for a moment he was almost tempted. Why had his resolve wavered? Was he actually weak or did some part of his heart cry out for affection after being neglected by his wife for so long?  

His skin had become almost white and wrinkly when he finally turned the shower off. It hadn’t helped at all. Maybe the guilt would wash off someday, but a single shower was certainly not enough to erase it. Inuyasha cleared the mist from the mirror to look closely at his reflection. All of this drama in his personal life – was it taking his attention away from politics? But what was he to do? He was not a robot with an automatic on/off button to switch between his personal and professional lives. Still, he knew that he would have to find some way of pulling himself together. Taking a deep breath, he put on his pyjamas and nightshirt, then walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed, only to have Kagome look at him mutinously. He groaned inwardly.

‘God, isn’t there going to be a moment’s respite? How many people will I have to apologize to when I didn't even do anything wrong?’

“You seriously want an answer to that ridiculous question?” he asked aloud.

“Yes I do! I’m your second choice after all, aren’t I? Your brother’s cast-off-”

Inuyasha silenced her mid-sentence, putting his finger upon her lips. He was furious as he locked eyes with her.

“Don’t ever say that again. I’ve never thought of you as my brother’s cast-off anything. You are Kagome, you have your own intrinsic worth, don’t abase yourself like that.”

“But you and Kik-”

“Shush! I’m not done yet. Yes, Kikyou and I were lovers in college. It was good while it lasted but she was passionate about the environment; she wanted to travel to the tropical rainforests and study endangered species. I had to come here and stay with my family, join politics, fulfil Oyaji’s dreams. Our visions never matched. So we had to break it off. All that was over a long time ago.”

“Doesn’t look that way from the way she keeps looking at you,” Kagome mumbled.

The tension broke. Inuyasha laughed out, finally being able to solve the enigma of her anger. “You are actually jealous of her?”

Kagome shrugged. “The way she latched on to you-”

“I see. I guess it’s kind of my fault for not explaining things to you sooner.” He could not help but wonder if this conversation meant what he thought it meant – that Kagome was ready to take their relationship to the next level. But he put that thought out of his mind again. There was no use getting his hopes up only to see them getting dashed again. “You see, when Sesshoumaru asked me to marry you I was outraged. I’d seen you guys together for eight years, you were going to be married to him – I had the whole mindset of looking at you as a sister-in-law. Besides, I wasn’t comfortable taking money from your grandfather…it sounded too much like barter to me.”

He paused for a moment to arrange his thoughts.

“But when the circumstances compelled me to go through with it, well call me old-fashioned or what you will but I take marriage seriously. It took me some time to get adjusted to the idea but I knew I had to give my everything to you. For better or for worse – that’s the vow I took. Even if the whole world was against you, I had to take your side. And that’s all I’ve tried to do – stay on your side. Wasn’t doing you any favors.” He gave her a knowing look at the last bit.

As he paused again, Inuyasha could not help smirking. “Kikyou can look at me all she wants but she knows I’m not available. I belong to my wife now, till death us do part.”

“You told me I could go around with whoever I fancied…”

Inuyasha looked at her unbelievingly. ‘Really! Did the girl understand anything at all?’

“What was I to do? I was so bewildered at that time. I only wanted to do the right thing as a husband.”

“You’re stupid, you know that?”

Inuyasha did not know whether to cry or laugh. So he smiled instead at the naïve young woman in bed with him. Was she his ‘emotionally distressed, mature, cynical bride’? Deep down she was as bad as him. The realization made him want to give her a tight hug and ruffle her hair. “Not as stupid as you, stupid. Favors indeed!”

“Kiss me!” It was not a command, neither was it a plea.

Inuyasha’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, before they mellowed in comprehension. He brought his face down to hers and brushed his lips against hers.

The kiss was all Inuyasha had expected it to be – it was deep, sensuous, lingering – as fresh as a spring wind with the promise of a rainbow just beyond the horizon. He loved how Kagome wound her arms around his shoulders, as if she was trying to melt into him. His hands gently caressed her hair, and he wanted to pour all his love and reassurance through that caress. He found himself unable to stop, needing more of her. His lips trailed their way across her face, kissing every inch of available flesh, her soft moans and gasps only urging him on.

“Inuyasha!”

“Yes,” he murmured into her neck.

“Sesshoumaru and I...we never got around to-”

His lips were upon hers again. “I don’t want to know. Your past is your own.” Suddenly, everything else had stopped mattering to him.

“But we never-”

Inuyasha gently caressed her cheek. “I don’t care if you did or didn’t. Let’s just live for the moment, okay?”

Not waiting for a response, he kissed her again. His hands began to trail through her hair once more as her own clung tightly to his shoulders. Still, it wasn't enough, could never be enough. Now that he had a taste of her, he needed more. As his mouth once more trailed hot kisses down her neck, his hands began to wander as well, sliding down her body to caress her back and sides.

Kagome moaned as he sucked at one particularly sensitive spot on her neck. “Inuyasha!” she cried again, throwing her head back even as she arched into his touch.

He smirked against her skin, feeling himself harden at her breathless moans and the way she cried his name. He gently lowered her to lie on the bed as he leaned over her, his tongue laving at her neck as his hands grew adventurous, brushing against her stomach before slowly working their way up toward her heaving chest.

As he shifted his weight so that he was laying atop her, though not crushing her, a thought began to nag at him. 'Are we rushing things, going too fast?' They had only just shared their first kiss, at least their first real kiss. Was he rushing her into something she wasn't ready for?

Inuyasha lifted his head, intending to ask her if she wanted him to stop. But as his eyes locked onto her own, darkened with lust, she moaned and reached up, hands fisting into his collar as she pulled him down into another searing kiss.

“Inuyasha,” she moaned against his lips, her legs splaying open as she tugged him down against herself, arms circling around his back as she deepened the kiss.

He groaned against hers in return as he hardened further. She felt so good, crushed up against him, her ample breasts heaving against his chest. He sank against her further, unable to stop himself from grinding himself against her center.

Kagome's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her as she went rigid.

Inuyasha paused, his eyes frantically seeking hers. Had he done something wrong? They were moving too fast. He saw the widened eyes, and then the nervousness. And yet, her face still held all of the signs of passion, so what-? Experimentally rolling his hips a fraction, he watched the look upon her face. There was no sign that she wanted to stop. Instead, a look of wonder and bliss crossed her face, though the nervousness remained. An idea began to form in his mind but he decided to test it.

He lifted one hand to cup her face as he placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You can touch me too,” he murmured as his other hand, which had paused in it's movements slowly rose to cup her breast through the fabric of her shirt. A moan escaped her as she arched into the touch.

She glanced at him, a nervous but eager look upon her face as her hands began to trail across his chest in return. Up and down, though never straying too far south.

Inuyasha kissed her again, more gently as he realized through that touch just how inexperienced she was. She was untouched, he would be the one to teach her, show her the pleasures that could be found in the flesh. He found himself gentling his actions, not wanting to hurt her needlessly by being careless.

Pulling back from her he grasped the edge of her nightshirt and gave her questioning look. She hesitated then nodded, and he lifted the cloth up and over her head. He took a moment to stare at her and she fidgeted before seeking to cover her flesh. He stopped her.

“You don't need to hide from me,” Inuyasha murmured as he leaned over her once more, his hands trailing up and down her sides. He kissed her gently on the lips, then trailed his lips down her body. Reaching her chest, he kissed the exposed flesh of one breast, going around and around until he had covered every inch in kisses. Only then did he pull it gently into his mouth.

Kagome hissed in pleasure. “Inu-Inuyasha!”

He continued to gently lathe it before moving to her other breast and repeating his actions.

Her hands tugged at him suddenly. “I-I want to feel you,” she whispered shyly as she tugged slightly at his shirt.

Inuyasha smiled down at her. “Your wish is my command.” He reached down and pulled his shirt off, then sat there as her hands inexpertly trailed against his flesh.

Kagome glanced at him as her hands rubbed small circles along the muscles of his stomach, then she leaned up and kissed his chest, directly over his heart.

Inuyasha swallowed roughly, then his lips were on hers once more. His hands trailed down her body, heading for her center. He could feel the heat radiating from her panty-clad core. He began to rub, swallowing her cries and moans as he brought her close to the edge and then over it. He watched the look of bliss spread across her face, a strange warmth suffusing his chest at the knowledge that he had been the one to bring her so much pleasure.

Her hands lowered quickly in return, fumbling as they grabbed at him through his pants.

He stilled her movements. “Shh, it's alright. Let this night be about you,” he told her when she tried to protest his actions. He swiftly kissed her as his hands removed first her panties, then his own pyjama bottoms.

Inuyasha settled himself over her once more and stared down into her eyes. One hand reached down and positioned himself at her entrance. He leaned down and kissed her, keeping their eyes locked as he slowly began to push his way inside.

He nearly stopped then and there as her face contorted in pain. But her hands around his shoulders stopped him as she refused to let him move away. He swore to himself that he would make it up to her as he thrust into her, breaking her barrier as gently as he could, swallowing her cries of pain. He stilled, waiting for her to adjust to him.

As he lay there, inside of her, the realization hit. He was the first person she had entrusted her body and soul to. No other had ever touched her the way he was. He swore to himself that he would do whatever he needed to to keep that trust for eternity.

“Kagome, I love you, so, so much,” he whispered into her ears, still in awe at the realization of how much she was trusting him, of this gift she was giving him.

“I love you too, Inuyasha,” she replied, a smile working it's way onto her face.

At that declaration and the lack of pain in her expression, he leaned in and kissed her again as he experimentally rolled his hips. Hearing her gasp and moan, but no cries of pain, he gently settled them into a rhythm. Thrusting into her over and over, he did his best to remain gentle as he felt himself approaching the edge. He could feel her own release closing in as well as she tightened around him and he did his best to hold off, wanting to achieve climax together.

“I love you,” he panted against her lips as she cried out again, her climax sending him into his own. He collapsed on top of her before rolling to the side, bringing her with him as his arms wrapped tightly around her body.

A smile formed on his lips as he listened to her breathing slow into the steadiness of sleep. For once he would be able to hold her as long as he wanted without fearing her waking up and discovering the action. He could hold her until she woke up, in his arms.

Finally, they were husband and wife in more than just name. Finally, he was complete.