InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bluechat and Blood Ties ❯ Release ( Chapter 3 )

Bluechat and Blood Ties

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I make no money with this story.

Summary: Fate decides to keep their paths apart, yet it takes one night at a pub and bluechat for them to connect. But what if happiness isn't supposed to come about?

Chapter Warning: Coarse language and sexual situations.

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There were things she never said.

 

When Kagome was mad, she smiled; when she felt like crying, she tried her damnedest not to. When she felt tame, she did something crazy. It went with her description. Souta said she was crazy. Souta loved her most in the world.

 

“Say, lil' bro,” the girl said, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, drawing them closer to her chest as she sat on the windowsill. She wanted to rest her forehead on them, but it would be a sign of defeat. She wasn't defeated. “How about a movie?” The question was lame. They always went for a movie when something bad happened.

 

“I thought you said you were fine,” Souta teased, rubbing his belly distractedly. He was hungry and Kagome didn't seem in the mood to cook anything.

 

“Did I?” she answered with a smile. “I am fine, but I'd like some action to throw my brain off.”

 

“You're mad, sis,” he rolled his eyes, she was just so weird.

 

“Whatev.” She rolled her eyes too, just because she could, and decided to torment him about that new girl that had shown up at their door not even half an hour before. She'd proclaimed undying love to an astounded Souta, who hadn't been able to utter anything or move at all, since she'd jumped straight into his arms, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

 

Luckily, Souta agreed to go to the movie, because Kagome could be that annoying and because yes, he was aware of how all girls wanted more from him, but what could he do?

 

“Seriously, bro. You need to stay with at least one of them,” Kagome reminded him. It wasn't healthy to have many, many fucks and no girlfriend.

 

“But you haven't approved of anyone so far,” he complained, seeming like a lost puppy. Kagome wanted to smile, but realized it was, indeed, her fault that her brother did not have an exclusive relationship. She knew he looked up to her too much, and he'd never do something that she'd frown upon. He always needed her opinion, needed her help, always her support. She couldn't help it; she'd become much more than a role model for little Souta, who wasn't so little anymore. And it didn't disturb her, but sometimes one had to learn to live without following their idols.

 

“Souta, here's the thing,” she said on the way to the cinema. “You can't always look for my advice, cause I'm not always gonna be here to give it to you. So if you want a girl, go get her.”

 

“But I don't want any girl,” he whined. “You know I'm not good with this relationship thing.” And he wasn't - Kagome remembered third grade.

 

“I'm not good with relationships, either. Look at Miroku and I - how much did we last? I'm not much of a role model here, Souta; you're just going to have to find some other person to give you love advice. I'm not suited for this.”

 

Her brother pursed his lips in annoyance.

 

“Sis, you're brilliant in any relationship,” he countered. “You know just what to say at the right time, you know how to act with your boyfriend, you know how to keep him interested, and you most certainly know how to tie him to you. Miroku was an idiot that couldn't handle such a Fab like you.”

 

“You sound like an ass licking groupie,” Kagome giggled, knowing he'd done it on purpose.

 

“Don't I?” he winked. “Learned from the best.”

 

She punched his arm.

 

“So how was Kouga?” Souta waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

 

Kagome scrunched her nose. She did not want a reminder. “Pretty tame. I'd have thought he'd be a wolf in bed.”

 

“A wolf?” Souta inquired with confusion.

 

The girl rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You get me.”

 

He didn't, but Kagome was always a bit ahead of him. Maybe a change of subject was in order. “So what movie do you want to see?”

 

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Damn. Inuyasha couldn't believe he hadn't found anyone to screw. How was that possible?

 

And the girl he'd chatted with. Holy damn, he simply couldn't get her out of his mind. Her witty lines, the fact that he didn't know how she looked (she could be an ugly duck, but it didn't matter; in his mind she was still a fucking gorgeous thing with a body he could use for hours and not grow bored)

 

But he had to get a job. Maybe he'd ask Akitoki, one of his tamer `pals'. That boy was hopelessly boring and domestic, but he was a great help, and he had quite some relations here and there, with his parents being doctors and all. He'd help him for sure.

 

So he typed his number and waited for the boy to answer. Akitoki Houjo was only nine months his junior, though sometimes it seemed that he was a mere child compared to Inuyasha. But he couldn't blame him; his parents had always given him everything, showered him with affection. He didn't know the meaning of being lonely.

 

“Yes?” Oh, and the boy was polite, too.

 

“Houjo,” Inuyasha acknowledged.

 

“Oh, Inuyasha. Hi, how are you doing?”

 

“Fine. No, not fine. Listen, I need a favor.” He had to pray that Houjo didn't have anything else to do at that moment.

 

“I heard you ran off from home.”

 

“Yeah, sure,” Inuyasha interrupted. “But listen, I need a job. One that my father won't find out about. Do you think you can manage?”

 

There was a slight pause, a sharp noise and a grunt of `ouch', then a few tame, typical Houjo curses, and then, “Yes, of course. Leave it to me. But Yash?”

 

Damn, he hated when he was called that.

 

“Shoot.”

 

“You owe me one.”

 

“Sure, sure.”

 

Then they both hung up. Inuyasha lit a cigarette, took a drag, thought about the vixen on Bluechat, and looked forward to another night at the pub. Maybe she'd liked it too, maybe she'd come again. He couldn't wait.

 

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She was alone this time. There were things she never said, but this time she'd admit, at least to herself, that she wished she'd find the Bluetooth stranger and chat with him some more, maybe meet him, maybe stay with him forever. Now she was getting ahead of herself.

 

Get a grip, girl. You look amazing.

 

Ad she did; it was no meaningless self-praise. She noticed as soon as she entered the pub that all male eyes were set on her every move and in a way she liked it. Well, she loved it. Miroku had once confessed to being incredibly proud of walking with her anywhere because of the envious looks he received, but now she was alone and available. What a great combo. There were lots of eye candies inside, but no one drew her attention, really.

 

Until a gorgeous male specimen entered. It was her turn to do the ogling this time.

 

She watched him carelessly walk to the bar, wink at the female bartender, stare at her cleavage blatantly, then order a scotch on the rocks. So sinuous in every movement… Kagome was entranced by his graceful and limber hands as he wrapped his fingers around the glass then brought it to his kissable lips. It was official. Higurashi Kagome was hooked.

 

She saw him reach into his pocket, pull out his telephone and talk to someone - how she wished she could hear his voice, but it was too noisy inside for that - then type some more before pushing his phone inside his pocket once again.

 

But her attention was grabbed by the vibrating of her own cell phone inside her purse. Curious and suddenly remembering she'd activated the Bluetooth connection, she saw she had received a note.

 

`u ran away last night' it read. Blood rushed to her cheeks and to other regions of her body, warming her with its delicious, wicked nature. For a second she imagined drawing this stranger's blood.

 

`i did. there a problem?'

 

Whoever he was, it was fun talking to him like this, not knowing him.

 

`u left me hanging' he said and Kagome smiled. She'd got horny the previous night because of him and she'd all but jumped Kouga as compensation, though he hadn't risen to the expectations. As a result, Kagome had been left with a bittersweet taste and an overpowering desire to meet this stud (assuming he was a stud)

 

A movement to the side caught her attention as the handsome man she'd seen coming in found himself a whorish looking babe, but - surprisingly - he didn't want her. Politely, from what Kagome could gather, he shunned her.

 

Insert vibration.

 

Looking at her cell phone screen, Kagome blinked once to make sure she wasn't seeing bullshit.

 

`can't we meet and fuck already?'

 

It seemed he was quite the open type. She loved his candidness already, but was it wrong of her for wanting to prolong this? If they simply met and fucked, what more would there be to this? She wanted more; not a relationship, but more chatting. So she typed furiously.

 

`u're gonna have 2 impress me real good 2 get in2 my pants' Then she clicked send, then via Bluetooth.

 

She could almost, just about imagine his conceited smirk - he seemed that kind of guy.

 

`what do u wanna know?'

 

Everything would sound too desperate, whatever-you-want-to-tell-me, too clingy, so she settled for something her mind concocted.

 

`boxers or briefs?'

 

She jumped straight to heavy stuff, using artillery. If he said `it depends', she'd lose him. She didn't like guys that couldn't decide on one type of underwear. It wasn't that it meant something, but it was just a preference of hers.

 

`boxers.black.'

 

Ooh. Kinky. She liked that.

 

Kagome thought it was only fair for him to know the same detail about her, so she took the liberty of informing him. `matching lingerie as a rule. thongs. no bra at the moment' She'd done it on purpose; this dress was a very, very deep v-neck, showing her chest and hugging her breasts perfectly, so no bra was required.

 

`right.r u tryin 2 kill me?'

 

She giggled aloud at that and put the phone on the table, unsure how to respond. The night was one fire; she was on fire and she liked to burn. Moving seductively, she ordered a flaming Lamborghini and noticed from the corner of her eyes that the gorgeous man was looking at her, obviously entranced. Praising whoever had given her the look she had, Kagome leaned over the bar a bit, showing off the curves she knew were irresistible.

 

Not even 10 seconds had passed when she felt a hard body with a rock hard appendage pressed against her backside. The stranger - she was sure it was the handsome man she'd ogled all night long - leaned over and whispered huskily in her ear, “Dance with me.”

 

Flames from hell hotter than those of her Lamborghini, that she drank hastily, engulfed her entire body, promises of a scorching night plaguing her mind. `Yes,' she wanted to scream hoarsely, but she turned around slowly instead, looking into those violet eyes she'd noticed on the spot. He was truly god-like. Smiling suggestively, she tangled her fingers around his and did the honors. The crowd cheered for some reason exactly as they were making their way to the improvised dance floor.

 

She waited for him to choose a place for them to dance and was pleasantly surprised when he sneaked around her and grabbed her hips from behind, skillfully moving them along with his. She could feel him harden even more against her backside and it couldn't get more obvious than when he grunted in her ear, panting as if he'd run a mile. Kagome felt unexpectedly aroused by the sound. This man's libido challenged Miroku's, and Kagome couldn't help but wonder what other skills aside from dancing he had. She turned around in time with the erotic music and captured his gaze while dropping to the floor slowly, teasingly, her hips moving from side to side smoothly, legs spread until she was eye-level with his crotch.

 

She watched him gulp, saw his Adam's apple bob with the gesture as she licked her lips invitingly. Making it look like a fluke, Kagome let her cheek brush against his jeans-covered dick on the way up. Blood was set ablaze in her thick veins when he pulled on her hair and bit her neck savagely, a primal sound escaping his throat. He was a beast, the very opposite of Miroku. Kagome couldn't wait to have more of this man. The way he groaned against her skin, the delicious shivers his lithe tongue sent throughout her body whenever he licked the sweat off her chest, his cologne, the masculine scent of his skin, all of it was dragging her down toward a sin so raw that she'd spend a lifetime repenting.

 

She wanted this pleasure.

 

Their hips worked together, and when the beat went slower, he placed his knee between her legs, rotating it sensually against her clit to get her off.

 

“Name's Inuyasha,” he disclosed hotly in her ear, enjoying the way this woman moaned because of him. He didn't care he'd seen her with Kouga the previous night; she looked single enough right now. Finders, keepers.

 

“Kagome,” she replied, her name lost in a moan when the man in front of her grabbed her buttocks and pulled her flush against him. There was a frantic exchange of testosterone as they rocked against each other heatedly, their limbs intertwining messily, sweat combining, words lost between two possessed bodies.

 

They noticed a few couples had stopped around them to openly stare at their intimate dancing. Soon Inuyasha felt hot enough to light an entire forest, so he grabbed Kagome's wrist and pulled her out of the pub, ignoring the meaningful looks of the onlookers.

 

“Let's take it somewhere private,” he suggested, the chill of the night doing nothing to cool his inner fire.

 

“Sure,” she whispered, her lips smacking together suggestively. Damn, she could just see the untamed lust swirling in his eyes.

 

Then he dragged her somewhere close, a dark alley, a tall brick wall, the smell of his cologne still overpowering. Kagome was dizzy.

 

Between his kisses and moans for more, Kagome lost sense of time and space, thinking about nothing else than to have Inuyasha naked and pounding inside her. She sneaked her fingers around his body and up his polo shirt, squeezing the hard flesh of his back passionately, fingers traveling up, tickling his spine. It was a test when she raked her nails against his skin hard, possibly even drawing blood, and when he arched his back and issued an ecstatic, throaty laugh, she knew he was a keeper.

 

She hadn't felt this in long.

 

Probably high on the adrenaline she'd offered him, Inuyasha grasped her wrists in one hand and roughly held them above her head, ignoring her delicious squirming. He was strong and it showed, so he'd pay her with her own coin.

 

Smirking cockily, the man bit the side of her neck aggressively, making her writhe in pain-induced pleasure.

 

“Sweet fuck,” Kagome hissed, the pain of his bite lingering on her tongue; she wanted more.

 

Unexpectedly, she ground her hips against his, spurring him on. His eyes widened when he felt her heated core rub against his crotch repeatedly and he decided to punish her a little, eager to see more of her responses to violence.

 

His free hand twisted in her locks and pulled strongly, making her cry out. Not wasting the opportunity, Inuyasha grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed, all while grazing her skin with his teeth. He loved this. He loved the thrill.

 

Somehow, the girl managed to release her hands and quickly undid his jeans buttons, pulling his erection out of its confinement. Her gasp of shock filled him with pride, but when her mouth was full of him he couldn't move. Her expert tongue caught him by surprise, left him speechless, breathless. She worked him like a pro, moved her head to the side, licked him anywhere, anyhow; he was helpless. She sucked, she licked, pumped, did anything to drive him crazy.

 

Inuyasha decided it was time to cut the foreplay and hauled her up against the wall, perhaps a bit too harshly, because she hit the back of her head, but when she laughed out in exhilaration, he realized he'd found a crazy one, unafraid of a little pain. On the contrary - it seemed she welcomed pain.

 

He teased her for a while by sliding his moist dick along her entrance, her legs around his waist, but Kagome couldn't wait anymore. In a smooth thrust of her hips he was inside her, stretching her so good, so delicious, that she didn't want to ever be anywhere else. Her breath worked insanely fast, their heart rate escalated frantically, touching the skies. She scratched his skin, bit his ear, his neck - he did the same. Soon they were bloody, bruised…

 

Thrusting…

 

… moaning.

 

“Fuck, bitch,” he whispered huskily, his words divided in syllables because of the pounding movements. Rash moves ended up with them on the ground, their bones aching from the rough treatment, yet their reckless hearts wanted more.

 

Kagome wanted more.

 

She screamed her second orgasm when Inuyasha slowed down, making his thrusts deeper, harder. He knew just how to make her tick; it was crazy. Their sexual compatibility was mind-blowing - it was perhaps why Kagome felt more complete than ever before. He was reaching his peak as well, she noticed, when his movements became sharper, more frenzied, erratic. His heart beat strongly against hers.

 

For a few, long moments he gazed into her eyes, both unable to look away, as he gave a few last powerful thrusts. Kagome's joints ached like hell and she loved it. She could see a hedonistic world of wildness in his violet orbs, so she wanted to be part of it.

 

Their breaths slowed down, their sweaty skin finally experiencing the chill. Their lips hadn't once touched, but it was better like this.

 

“So, Kagome,” Inuyasha said as he pulled himself up and started buttoning his pants. “I'll see you around.”

 

She grinned - what a great fuck. “Sure. Count on it.”

 

Watching his perfect ass as he walked away, Kagome remembered to check her telephone. There was one more note.

 

`bring it on'