InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Between Darkness and Light ❯ Then Morning Comes ( Chapter 18 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, Rumiko Takahashi does.

Warning: Remember, this R rating isn't to be taken lightly. There's going to be tasteful sex and violence. Use good judgment!

Between Darkness and Light

Chapter 18: Then Morning Comes…

By Cataluna

She entered the room with a seemingly deliberate slowness. Days, hours, minutes, seconds… time held no importance to her, for she lived in her own world and by her own pace. Her feet were bare as always, hardly grazing at the marble floor and moving soundlessly beneath the purity of her colorless dress. A small white flower was tucked inside her silvery mass of blonde hair. Everything about her was pale and light, everything except for her eyes. They were dark, void of the usual spark a girl her age should possess. But then, she was no ordinary child, for she was his favorite, just a mere child when she was changed, and she would stay forever that way as his living doll.

Naraku waited for her beside his window, with one arm resting on his knee. He had remained in this stance since the setting of the sun, when the wench had yet again ran off for the third night in a row. His face betrayed no signs of impatience, but the clenching and unclenching of his fist said otherwise.

At last she stood unwavering before him, her feet planted neatly together, lacking the fear he could usually sense from his subjects.

He nodded for her to speak.

"Kikyo's been spying on the hanyou and the slayer, sometimes just the hanyou," she sounded small and breathy, like the whisper of the wind, but the meaning of her words screamed piercingly inside his head.

His eyes turned a dark crimson as deep rage spread like fire, and the fist on his lap tightened, straining the fabric that it had been grasping. `So Kikyo has gotten attached to that Inuyasha.' Since the fall of the Taiji, Kikyo's behavior had been more than peculiar, arousing his suspicion. Her temper was high-strung and she would disappear for hours, only to come back even moodier than before. He would have send Kanna after her sooner if not for her sudden willingness to "fuck" him.

He touched the ugly scar on his back, a reminder of his hatred for the hanyou, of the power that was almost taken away from him. Inuyasha had been a thorn in his side for far too long, always trying to meddle in his affairs, and now this... Naraku turned to face the window again. Dawn was coming soon; he needed to move to his chamber until then. `Until then Inuyasha, until then…' Chuckling softly to himself, he rose from his seated position and walked towards the door, leaving his doll behind. "Keep watching her."

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The feel of warm lips trailing down the bare curve of her shoulder pulled her gently back from the deep folds of slumber. Kagome smiled, her eyes opening to unfamiliar surroundings. The room was bright, making her wonder why she wasn't awakened by the blinding rays sooner. She moaned and inhaled deeply, stretching out her body at the same time.

Inuyasha tightened his hold on her waist and nipped at the arc of her neck, his hair tumbled over her shoulder and in between her breasts. The stubbles on his unshaven face tickled her skin, causing her to squirm involuntarily. She let out a loud snore, pretending that she was going back to sleep. Not one to be ignored, he increased the suction on her neck while his nimble fingers danced over the sensitive skin on her belly before moving downward to her inner thighs. She released a series of high-pitched giggles, and rolled away from him.

Soon, her squeals and laughter echoed through the room, along with his occasional grunt of frustration as he searched for her, not wanting to lose contact with the softness of her flesh. He made a mental note to get a smaller bed, for she was quick and elusive, even with sheets tangled awkwardly around her limbs.

He finally managed to catch her wrist before her foot could touch the cold, hard floor, and yanked her back towards him. She yelped at the sudden lost of balance and the realization of defeat, before laughing good-naturedly as she fell on top of the triumphant hanyou. He locked one arm around her back to press her close, and keep his prisoner from escaping, while she continued laughing and strategizing. He grew quiet as he observed her, completely in awed by the sounds escaping freely from her throat and the sparkling expression on her face. She was breathtaking, the most-alive woman he had ever met.

The laughter died from her throat and her lips relaxed themselves to their original state upon the discovery of her new position and the deepening of the golden hues in his eyes. She was dominant on top while he was on the bottom, with her hands trapped unyieldingly between their chests. Despite the night they had shared, her innocent persona had remained; she could feel blood quickly rushing to her face, painting her already-rosy cheeks a more vibrant color.

He took note of the abrupt change and intertwined his fingers in her hair, loosening the tangled locks. "You're blushing," he said quietly.

She lowered her eyes. "I'm not."

"You are," he stated as a matter of fact. "From here." He lightly traced a line from her cheek to her chest, delighting in the sudden shallowness of her breath and the further reddening of her skin. "To there." Her nose received a small tap from the pad of his finger. "In fact, you're as red as a lobster. I wonder what's going on in that big head of yours." He stared intently into her eyes, making her feel even more naked and vulnerable than she already was. A smirk began to form on his chiseled face as though he was seeing all the naughty pictures flashing around in her head.

Avoiding the twinkle of delight in his eyes, she squirmed desperately as a last ditch effort to escape, her fists grinding into his chest to gain the leverage she needed. It was mortifying how well he knew her.

He hissed loudly and stilled the curve of her back. "Keep doing that and you're never getting out of bed."

A chill ran down her spine, his growl was so low and dangerously that she had trouble recognizing that voice as his. She kept her breath in check and stopped moving in perfect compliance before her mind could fully grasp at the implication of what he had just said. The moment of true clarity and understanding came with the feel of his growing hardness burning against her thigh. She gasped softly against the line of his neck, and then shifted carefully to adjust her position so that every part of her skin was against his. He groaned as she moved over him, causing the ache inside him to grow stronger, screaming for a release.

"What if I don't want to get out of bed?" she whispered, smiling quietly at his apparent reaction. The silliness of the situation was gone, replaced only by a mindless array of passion. Her eyes were so dark with fervor that the only light he could see was the glint of his eyes reflecting in hers. "What if I just want to stay here forever with you?" she added with a small brush of her lips on his chest.

His mind became a jumble of thoughts and fleeting images, only on thing was clear. Mate. Without giving her an answer, he grabbed a fistful of her hair from the nape of her neck, and pulled the willing slayer up for a slow and brutal kiss. One touch of his lips, and she melted, every muscle grew weak and shaky from his hunger, leaving her sprawled on top of him with no intention to ever move from the spot. She gathered her strength and ran her hands urgently down their sides, pushing the hindering sheets away their body to leave the cool morning air and the light sheen of sweat as their only cover.

His hands stretched and unstretched themselves across the width of her back, and his leg draped itself possessively across the back of hers. "Want you… Need you…" she muttered, removing her swollen lips from their entanglement. Her teeth caught the bottom of his lips and tugged gently, before releasing it from her hold. His head snapped forward, needing to taste her again. An irritable growl escaped his throat when she deliberately avoided his request, her mouth hovered just a breath above his in a tantalizing manner. Again, he snapped forward. She shook her head and pressed her fingers against his lips to disable the hanyou, while her mouth trailed upward and downward, coming into eager contact with any surfaces she could find: his cheeks, the tip of his nose, the lines on his heaving chest, the conversing muscles on his torso, his rumbling throat…

She suddenly found herself on flat her back, pinned down by the solid weight of his flesh, and her wrists above her head, clamped together by a hand with iron-like grip. He glared down at her, with their nose almost touching and his hot breath coming in short pants against her lips. She blinked, for a brief moment she could have sworn his eyes had turned scarlet. "Inuyasha?" she called out hesitantly, not knowing what to make of the abrupt change in situation.

He seemed almost angry with her, and not at all himself. She called out his name again, a bit louder this time, wanting her hands freed so that she could touch his face in concern. He winced and drew back at the sound of her voice, coming into sudden focus on her face; the strange glint in his eyes had disappeared. His mouth opened and shut as to speak but thought better of it. Instead, he dipped his head and licked her lip tentatively, the grip on her wrists loosening to release his hold. She opened her mouth to accept his apology; her hands looped themselves under his arms and onto his broad shoulders.

One kiss eagerly followed by another, deepened and became more frantic. He caught her mouth repeatedly, crushing and grinding, thrusting his tongue deep inside for a prolong tasting. "Inuyasha… Now, please…" she pleaded in between kisses. Conforming to her wishes, he spread her thighs apart and settled himself in between her legs. "Tell me again," he panted each word with a small push of his hips, his eyes burning with feverish desire. He concentrated on her mouth, ears readied to again hear the three words he had dreamt about hearing his entire life, ears that were still finding it hard to believe that someone like Kagome could love him so dearly.

The mounting pressure was becoming too much for her. She could barely think, let alone talk. She wanted to yell at him for teasing her like that. Hadn't she convinced him enough of her affection for him last night? "I love you-" she finally managed to cry out weakly but surely, her nails already forming half-moon indentations on his shoulder blades. He smiled and rocked his hips to sink inside the welcoming warmth, once again taking claims on her body and soul, while giving back to her his entire being.

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Sango stared hard at the loose gravels scattered on the earth as Miroku closed the door softly behind him. His eyes sought for hers at the final click of the bolt, but she remained hidden behind her heavy bangs, refusing to look at him even when he was leading her back to his car, at the same time wishing they were long enough to cover the entire length of her face. If memory had served her right, this had got to be one of the most embarrassing moments of her life.

He waited until they were inside the confinement of his car before letting out a light chuckle that swiftly turned into loud laughers. She watched in horror as he pounded his hand against the steering wheel while the other crutched at his stomach. "I guess Inuyasha is feeling much better now."

Was it possible for her face to get any redder? "I guess…" She knew that they were close but never thought that they were "that" close. She chewed on the ends of her hair. The rhythmic sound of backboard pounding against the wall and the cries of passion continued to ring loud in her ears. They had gone to the cabin with the intention of checking up on the pair. She had gone in first, instantly alarmed by the sound of a low moan coming from the direction of the bedroom. Miroku had stopped her from kicking the door open just in time, saving them all from further humiliation.

"Are you okay?" He had finally stopped laughing, the silkiness of his voice surrounding her in a blanket of comfort.

She finally dared to look at him, expecting to find at least hint smugness from a guy who was probably very experienced in that matter. Instead, she found only genuine concern. "I'm just…"

He took his hand off the steering wheel to grasp her hand, rubbing small circles. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure they didn't even realize we were there."

She simply nodded and squeezed back.

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The door opened with a deafening bang, causing the adjacent walls to vibrate with its assault. His fingers tensed above the chess board next to him, and his green eyes narrowed at the sight. She stood quiet at the entrance, her large chest heaving, and her usually cold ice bored at him strangely. The shift in her aura was prominent, now nearly identical to the heavy air felt just before a severe storm. It was even more overwhelming than her outward appearance. Her porcelain skin was smeared in red and her dark hair gave off a burgundy hue. Her dress was so completely saturated with blood that a dark puddle was beginning to form under her feet. He grinned at the sight. For the first time since he had laid eyes on her, since he had began to lust after her, the dead slayer was allowing rage to entirely filtered through her body. Exactly what he had wanted and hoped for, an event that he never thought would happen.

She blinked at the realization that he was studying her. Her beautiful face quickly twisted into an ugly scowl at the cockish grin he was proudly sporting. She stomped in, the door closed with a bang even louder than the first. He steadied the chess pieces on his board, not wanting to ruin his game. "Naraku," she hissed, her heels clicked loudly against the marble floor, and her weighted-down dress continued to drip blood in her path.

"Something's bothering you, honey?" he mockingly asked the woman stationed in front of him, his eyes swept over her form greedily with great appreciation. It had been too long. The smell of blood was an aphrodisiac for vampires, not that he particularly needed its help at this moment.

She shot him a murderous look before climbing onto his lap, legs dangling on each side of his hips. He grabbed her hips and pressed her close to him, the corner of his lips began to lift into an arrogant smirk. She wrapped a hand around his throat to crush at his windpipes even though he didn't need air to live. He could stay forever like this unless she decided to cut off his head with the sharp tips of her nails. "Shut up," she whispered harshly through clenched teeth.

He squeezed hard at the soft flesh of her bottom to guarantee several large, nasty bruises by this evening. She gasped and loosened her hold on him, her upper body slumping forward. "You should know by now that I like it rough." His tongue slipped from between his lips to taste the side of her neck, drawing in blood mixed with her perspiration. A heavy frown masked across his face as his taste buds thoroughly analyzed the thick fluid coating the top of his tongue. He fought the edge to spit it back out. "You've been killing our kind?" She was covered in the blood of the dead, not at all the sweet flavor of human blood he had been expecting to find. Vampire blood tended to deteriorate quickly once it had left its host. It was incredibly delicious only if it was drunk directly from the vampire while it was still "alive," and also if the vampire was powerful. The power and the flavor were lost in the inanimate.

She ignored his obvious disapproval and reached down to unzip his pants. A heat was scouring inside her, setting her organs on fire and causing her to reluctantly seek him out for a release from her frustration. "So what?" she tried to reply breezingly, but her voice trembled with deep rage. "You have no conscience when it comes to killing our kind, so why should I?" Her hand slid his zipper down slowly, matching the rhythm of each word. "And I was pissed," she reached inside to massage his hardness.

To her surprise, he grabbed her wrist to pull her hand away. It wasn't until she had released his manhood that he dared to begin increasing pressure on her wrist, nearly crushing the bones there. She hissed at him and tried to wrench her hand free, but he held on with vice-like grip. "Because the hanyou loves the new slayer?" His tone was lowered to an intimate whisper between lovers. "Because he's fucking her right now?" He watched with great satisfaction as her face fell, and leaned in closer to her ear. "Pumping hard into her warm body? Because he's crying out her name and spill-"

She slapped him hard with her other hand. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was deafening.

His eyes turned as red as the imprint on his cheek, and his grip on her almost cause hot tears to spill down her face. "I better not find his or anyone else's dick in between your legs." He crushed his lips bruisingly against hers, forcing his tongue inside her moist crevice, before releasing her and shoving her off his lap. "You belong to me."

She caught herself with her good hand and flipped over gracefully on her feet, before she came in hard contact with the floor. Her eyes narrowed into spiteful slits at the man she had allowed in her bed on numerous occasions. His lips, which had once brought her great pleasure, were bitter and foul-tasting. She spat in his face to rid herself of it, giving him back what was his. He lifted a hand slowly to wipe away the saliva, his eerily calm eyes never leaving hers. She drew a stake from her inner thigh and pointed it at him, daring him to retaliate. "This ends now. You're never going to touch me again. I can fuck whoever I want. You made me, but you don't own me," with that she backed away from him and left the room.

He chuckled and shook his head, as the door slammed shut once more, knowing that he hadn't seen the last of her. "You're wrong my dark slayer. We have bonded, by blood and body." She wouldn't be able to resist their bond.

He turned his attention back to the side. Beside him was a chess board with every piece arranged in a precise location. Except for the unfortunate loss of his bishop, both sides were equally matched in the number of pieces. He moved the black knight toward the queen and smiled.

"Tonight."

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Love and sex.

Sex and blood.

Inuyasha tossed his head back; eyes sliding shut as a jet of cool water came rushing out of the shower head like a waterfall. To his dismay, the ice cold temperature had absolutely no effect on him. His body remained unresponsive and his breathing maintained its raged pace as though he had been running for miles. He pressed his palms against the wall to use them as leverages, the muscles on his back flexed like wings as the water rinsed away the sweat/blood mixture. The center of his forehead enjoyed the tile's coolness while the rest of his body continued to run hot, his blood rushing through his veins like molten lava.

He hungered.

The human side of him was satisfied for now, drunk on love and the joy of being complete, but his demon side raged over the denial of a drink from his mate. To vampires, blood and sex came hand in hand, tied together in a never-ending circle. It wasn't at all uncommon for vampires to drink from each other during intercourse, especially at the point of climax. With every muscle in their body contracting, the animalistic bite brought on a second wave of release. Letting another drink from them was about as close to love as it could get, for the consumption of blood meant the absorption of power. The entire process was strangely erotic and made complete sense. After all, vampires reproduced through the exchange of blood, and what was reproduction but sex?

Another wave of pain washed over him, as though his insides were being shredded apart by razor sharp claws. He balled the hands by his head into tight fists adorned with bloodless knuckles to prevent himself from punching them right through the wall. The craving had only grown stronger with each joining, taunting and beckoning him to be the first to taste her, just as he had been the first to claim her. His weakened body had allowed it to grow more vociferous about its wants and needs. That was why his palms were flat against the wall instead of enjoying the slopes of her body. And this was why he had raced out of their bed like a fucking coward as soon as both their needs had been satisfied. His strange behavior had frightened her. The fleeting look of panic in her eyes had branded itself deep into his heart. He began to growl angrily at the thought but silenced himself quickly with a sharp bite on his tongue. The last thing he wanted was to risk waking her up before his blood was cooled.

Realizing that nothing could be accomplished no matter how long he stood statically under the shower of cold spray, he stepped out of his confinement and grabbed a towel to dry off his body, half expecting Kagome to once again be standing in the doorway with her eyes downcast and her cheeks flushed pretty with shyness. He padded soundlessly out from the tiles of the bathroom to the wooden flooring at the front of his dresser.

His nostrils flared and his blood boiled as the lingering fragrance of their lovemaking invaded his senses. He dared not to steal a glance at the girl, whose soft breathing told him that she was still fast asleep and dead to the world. Without closing in on their distance, he knew that her body was blanketed in his scent, a fact that he had made certain of and took great pride in. She was his as much as he was hers.

Still, as much as he hated it, she needed to be cleansed of their scent before going patrolling tonight; it was necessary for their safety. They couldn't go patrolling tonight smelling so strongly of each other. The vampires would instantly be able to pick up on the status of their relationship and wouldn't hesitate to use it to their advantage. Another wave of the alluring aroma filtered up his nose, and his shaky hands nearly tore the handles off his dresser. He hurriedly put on a worn pair of jeans, and left the room.

To his relief, the refrigerator was stock with rows of blood which were lined up neatly on each shelf, almost causing him to salivate at the sight. He reached for the one nearest to him and gulped it down hurriedly without bothering to warm it up first. Normally, the cold metallic taste would make him want to gag, but at this point he was beyond caring. One after another, he swallowed the thick liquid like it was water and he was cursed with an insatiable thirst. The pain lessened but it was not enough. He needed to hunt, and to kill. Until his nails were bloodied and his belly was filled with fresh, warm blood, he couldn't trust himself to be alone with her.

His fingers tightened and the plastic bent easily to his will before joining its predecessors' place in the trash bin. Why must it be so hard for them? He should be able to make love to his soul mate without having to worry about his other half wanting to drain her. With so many obstacles in their path, it made him weary toward any moments of happiness. What would happen now that they were completely together and soon to face their worst enemy? He wanted to banish the pessimistic thoughts from his mind, but life had taught him that the glass would always be half empty with only occasional refills.

He finished the last cup with a satisfied sigh, and nearly jumped when he turned around. "Kagome?" a sound of panic escaped from his throat, and his eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. His palm swiped quickly across his mouth and cringed at the sticky evidence of his frantic feeding. Though she had been the one to feed him while he was healing, he wasn't ready to share the demonic side of him.

She looked as confused and translucent as she had at the Tokyo Tower. "Where are you Inuyasha? Come back, it's cold without you."

He reached out to touch her, not at all surprise when his hand passed right through and her illusion faded. With everything that had happened, the discovery of her gift had been kept at the far corner of his mind. He needed to help her control it. This new power was something they could use against Naraku. He gathered his breath to calm his pounding heart, and stood still to listen. The voice in his head was content and quiet enough for him to push aside for now. As for the hunt, it would have to wait until later; she was his priority. `But first…' He stepped over to the kitchen sink, and repeatedly splashed some water on his face. Diamond droplets mingled with the mess around his mouth, becoming pink as they journeyed down the metallic surface of the sink.

Kagome was in the same position he had left her in. Her head was resting comfortably on the underside of her arm, while her other arm was modestly thrown over her breasts. The rumpled sheet was tucked around her waist, leaving her long legs exposed to his wicked gaze. The mattress sunk in slightly as he chose to inhabit the far edge of the bed. She looked like an angel, a sleeping angel oblivious to the devil who was watching her with a greedy design. He had not had his fill of her, and doubted he would ever be.

Last night had been the antithesis of this morning. During the first, second, and third time he had been slow and gentle. They'd worked together, learning and exploring with things they had never before shared with anyone else. His mouth had familiarized itself with every inch of her surface, from the tiny scar on her left elbow to the barely noticeable mole hidden under her heavy breast. Her lips in return had delicately brushed at scars both fresh and old on his immortal body, kissing away and apologizing for any pain he might have had experienced in past. He had paid lavish attention to the tattoo on her back, for the phoenix dormancy toward him was a reassurance to the status of their relationship.

Dawn had brought on renewed lust and urges. Small bruises decorated various parts of her once flawless skin, a testimony of how hard his teeth had pressed against her at some point during this morning, and how close he had came to sinking his fangs entirely beneath into her flesh. It wasn't the sound of pain that had filled his ears; her soft-pleading cries did nothing to stop him, nor her retaliation on his body. Their experience had caused them to be rougher and more aggressive with each other, displaying almost primal-like instincts, with him pounding furiously into her and her nails digging gorges as a desperate attempt to find purchase on his sweat-slicked back.

Without realizing what he was doing, he reached forward and cupped her cheek. She stirred and leaned into his palm, her soft lashes fluttered lightly against it as her lids opened. "I was just dreaming about you," she yawned.

"I know," he replied quietly. His thumb absently traced in a swiping motion across her cheekbone, instantly lighting up her face. She caught his hand before it could leave her and kissed the underside softly.

"I missed you. Where did you go?"

He pointed to his damp hair. "I was in the shower."

She yawned again, her tiny mouth stretching wide to draw in air while her eyes forced themselves to remain open. "I'm so tired." She pulled the sheet up to cover herself from the light draft in the room, and shifted her head on to his lap, her finger traced at the lines on his stomach then at the fine trail of hair leading down to his waistband, making his muscles jumped and rippled at her touch. "You've tired me out."

He chuckled lightly, and linked fingers with her. "You're just weak," expecting for her temper to rise again

She must really be tired, or took no offense at his words, for her smile did not falter. "Stay in bed with me?"

He stiffened at her simple request, then sighed heavily. `How do you tell a girl you love that she shouldn't place her complete trust in you, that you are no better than the monsters she kills every night?' His hand curled around a strand of her hair as he thought up of a believable answer. "I don't think it's such a good idea. It's almost noon and they should be coming back soon." Even though that was half the truth, he was raked with guilt for keeping the other half from her, especially when she was gazing up at him with complete trust and adoration. "I'm sure that you wouldn't want Miroku to catch us like this," he added.

She nodded in agreement, subconsciously drawing the bedding tighter around her chest as though she was expecting Miroku to walk in at any second. "Just let me sleep here for a while longer, okay?" settling herself more comfortably on his lap.

He ruffled her hair and kissed the hand that was locked with his. Her eyes slid shut with the soft press of his mouth on her forehead. He could not deny her.

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A/N: My deepest apology and thank you for all your patience. I didn't realize that my last real update for this fic was on November the 15th! It's been 3 months already. Sigh, I really need to pick a fic and stick to it before starting another one. Since this one is about to end, I think I'm going to concentrate on this more than the others. I want to finish it by May.

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