InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blush ❯ Blush II ( Chapter 2 )

Blush II

 

 

Five years later…

 

 

Sesshomaru disliked surprises.

 

He disliked even more unwelcome surprises or anything that would add disruption to his usually well-ordered existence. Most of all, he disliked finding out that he had been wrong about a certain assumption he had made many years ago. Given the fact that youkai were long-lived and humans not, it should have been a safe assumption.

 

A hanyou, of half-human parentage, should have certainly expired some time ago.

 

“I thought you were dead, little brother,” Sesshomaru murmured.

 

Inuyasha shrugged. “You thought wrong.”

 

oOo

 

Over the years, Sesshomaru had acquired a number of hobbies and interests to occupy his time. Not the least of them was a fascination with history, having lived through much of it, and of literature, which was the point of having history. He had long since lost interest in power, in controlling others, and knowing himself to be one of the very few who could appreciate that fact, he was more than content to leave humans to their own existence.

 

But that did not mean that he stared down the black face of time with only acceptance, nor did it mean that he felt nothing of the world around him. Let humans scramble and scheme in their pitiful attempts to control their fates. He was daiyoukai and above such machinations.

 

No, he would not waste his time with the affairs of human politics and human corporations. Business itself did not suit him, and he would not stoop to play the part of the power behind the throne.

 

Wise decisions over the centuries had given him assets enough to keep him comfortable. He valued his privacy, no, he guarded it and those few that had daily interactions with him knew better than to try and broach his reticent nature. Having no desire to travel, he had never left the land of his birth. And while he had watched that land shift and change, undergo war and the reinvention after war, he had remained immutable as the moon and constant as the stars.

 

Which wasn't to say that he was without passion, without opinions, or that sometimes he didn't feel loneliness like the ache of his very soul. Many times he had wondered why he had continued, why he had not chosen to fade away as so many of youkai blood had done. Here and there, he might catch a glimmer, a hint behind human features, of a bloodline that was not human at all.

 

Dog or cat, kitsune or kappa, it made no difference to him. Those of such diluted blood were no longer even aware of their ancestry and tales of youkai and other magical creatures had long since faded into legends.

 

Was it any wonder he had such an interest in history, particularly of the mythology of this world? It was why he'd chosen to open a bookstore in the first place, dealing only in rare acquisitions, historical documents, and scholarly papers that were so ancient they belonged in a museum. He himself might belong in a museum, but over so many years, Sesshomaru had kept one rule close to his heart.

 

Let no one in.

 

So he was nothing less than unpleasantly surprised when his long-dead hanyou brother walked into his somewhat dusty shop and faced him without a word. Quietly, Sesshomaru laid aside the fourteenth century scroll he'd been examining, collected his coat, and followed his not-dead half-brother out the door.

 

oOo

 

“So I'm guessing you aren't happy to see me,” Inuyasha said, walking alongside his brother. “Thought I died years ago and pissed that you were wrong?”

 

Sesshomaru wasn't sure he appreciated being read quite that well and frowned. “Given that you are not pure youkai, yes, I had assumed that you were dead.”

 

“And how do you feel about it now?” Inuyasha kept walking, not looking at him. He could see marks of age on his brother's face, indication that the years had not always been kind. A thin scar ran down of side of his cheek, his features more rugged and worn than Sesshomaru remembered them. But Inuyasha's eyes hadn't changed, they were still sharp, full of life and the creases around them spoke of many years of laughter and sorrow.

 

“How do I feel?” Sesshomaru pondered the question for the moment that it deserved and brushed it aside. “Why should I feel anything, you are of no importance.”

 

Centuries ago, that would have made Inuyasha curse angrily. Instead he laughed, sounding oddly pleased. “Yeah, that's pretty much what I thought you'd say. Still a condescending bastard and still a pompous ass. I don't know why I thought you might have changed.”

 

Always spare with his words, Sesshomaru was nonetheless intrigued. “Why would you think such a foolish thing?”

 

Inuyasha didn't answer, but his eyes seemed to darken a bit. Sesshomaru stopped, wondering if after all this time Inuyasha might have come to challenge him. His brother could have sought him out years earlier if that were the case and although they had never been close…they had not parted as enemies.

 

That was due to her influence, no doubt.

 

And upon thinking of her, Sesshomaru sucked in a hissing breath. It had been over five years since he'd seen her and he knew he'd never have her again. The thought had been bitter at first, but he'd hardly been devastated. He'd already known that Kagome would marry Inuyasha, known that they would build a life together so far in the past.

 

He'd been there. He'd seen how…happy…they were with each other, and with their children. For a time, their companionship had been what he needed, a reason to keep living after the death of his beloved Rin. Kagome had accepted him without hesitation, smoothing over the breach between Sesshomaru and Inuyasha, letting him feel a part of what he knew he'd never have.

 

A family of his own.

 

Now he hesitated, his gaze sliding sideways to meet Inuyasha's, and it wasn't guilt that he felt, but an unfamiliar pain.

 

“You know,” he said, his voice quiet.

 

“About you and Kagome,” his brother answered steadily. “Yeah, I know.”

 

oOo

 

Back at home, Sesshomaru sat quietly and turned the small business card over in his fingers. It was strange; he'd given this card to Kagome not five years ago, yet his brother, assumed to be dead for decades, had used it to track him down. The duality of this existence was enough to confuse even him, and if it confused him, it was indeed a riddle.

 

“So what she told me of this well was true,” Sesshomaru said softly.

 

Inuyasha snorted, putting a booted foot up on his knee. “You didn't believe her?”

 

It wasn't so much that he didn't believe Kagome; it was more that he refused to think about it. It would have been too much temptation. He had deliberately never sought out her family or where she lived. Their affair had been brief, passionate, and excruciating. If he'd let himself think about it too much, he might have done something truly foolish.

 

Like to try and keep her from her future, or try to keep her for himself. He'd known right from the beginning that she would never love him, not like Rin. He'd had her body in more ways that he could count, but he'd never once had her heart.

 

Honestly, he wasn't prepared to put himself through that kind of pain.

 

“So have you come to challenge me?” he said lightly, watching Inuyasha's face. “I had wondered what you thought of on your wedding night, little brother. Did you come for revenge against the man who deflowered your wife?”

 

Inuyasha scowled, but Sesshomaru suddenly found that he had words for his younger brother after all. “She meant nothing to me,” he murmured, contempt rising like a snake within his voice. “Your Kagome owed me a debt and I collected. Right here in this very apartment, she gave herself to me.”

 

At his brother's continued silence, Sesshomaru found that he was angry. “Doesn't it bother you at all that she kept such a secret? Isn't that why you're here? All those years you had together, all those nights. Do you think that maybe she thought of me when you touched her?”

 

Silence.

 

His patience snapped. “Say something!”

 

Sighing, Inuyasha looked up and met his gaze. “She told me the night before we married. She told me everything, Sesshomaru. I wanted to kill you and I swear I would have done it if she hadn't stopped me.”

 

“Pity that you let her,” Sesshomaru muttered.

 

“Pity was why I let her,” Inuyasha snapped. His brother stood abruptly and turned his back on Sesshomaru. Inuyasha couldn't even look at him now, he decided, wishing he felt some kind of satisfaction. Wasn't it right for him to want to cause Inuyasha pain? After all, Kagome and Inuyasha had shared a life together, children and a family. Everything he'd wanted for Rin that had been denied to her.

 

So he was jealous, jealous of their love and furious with himself for being jealous. If Kagome had wanted to stay with him, she never would have gone back down that well and married Inuyasha. It still rankled his pride, that anyone, even a human woman, would choose this hanyou over him.

 

“Pity?” Sesshomaru asked dangerously. “Explain yourself.”

 

“She told me about Rin,” Inuyasha said, his voice very soft. “She told me about what losing Rin did to you. You still cry out in your sleep for her, Sesshomaru. But Kagome is probably the only one that ever heard you.”

 

He thought he must have died and gone to hell, there was no way Inuyasha should know these things.

 

“She begged me to let it go. I loved her so much I had to. And years later when you came to see us after Rin's death…after your child's death, I was glad she'd told me. I watched you with her, knowing that she'd let you make love to her, and it hurt.”

 

His brother lifted his eyes to Sesshomaru's and they were dark with memory and oddly enough, sympathy. “It still hurts,” Inuyasha whispered, “but that's not why I came to talk to you.”

 

He found he had no words. His desire to hurt Inuyasha had evaporated, fragile as a spring breeze or a young girl's life. Now he felt old and weary, all the accumulated years of living came crashing down. That was why he kept himself so solitary, so that no one would ever stir such feelings in him again.

 

He wished he'd never touched Kagome, not if it brought Inuyasha one measure of the pain he'd felt upon losing his Rin. Not when it had been Inuyasha and Kagome's children that had helped him deal with that loss. They had possessed their mother's forgiving nature. An exceptionally forgiving nature since he understood now that Kagome confessed their affair to Inuyasha.

 

And that Inuyasha had forgiven her.

 

Sesshomaru closed his eyes, covering his face with his hand as he contemplated his own mistakes and the loneliness that had caused such pain. Now he felt like he owed something to his brother and his brother must have come to collect…if not revenge, then what could it be?

 

oOo

 

Five years ago…

 

The girl sat quietly, her knees pressed together and her hands in her lap. She wouldn't quite look at him and Sesshomaru found he didn't really want her to. She'd come to him asking for his help in saving her young brother's life. At first he'd refused, furious that she'd dared ask anything from him. He really should have kept to his refusal; it would have made things much simpler.

 

Humans died. It was not his business to go about saving them and not his nature either. The debt she now owed him was too complex, too intimate, for him to be easy with. He told himself he'd saved the boy on a whim, and then before he'd known what he was doing, he'd demanded payment for that life with something that should not be given.

 

He'd naturally expected her to refuse to come here. Kagome would be appalled at what he'd asked, telling her bluntly to come to his apartment that very night to offer herself as repayment for her brother's life. If nothing else, he'd expected such a demand would keep her away from him forever.

 

He didn't like to be reminded, looking at her soft and girlish face, that he was crass enough to need something like this.

 

She cleared her throat, having been sitting on his furniture for a good twenty minutes while he contemplated her in silence. Kagome cleared her throat once more, swallowing and finally lifted her eyes to his. “I want to thank you again,” she said in a soft and vulnerable voice, “for saving Souta's life. I know you didn't want to do it, but I am grateful.”

 

“Grateful enough to come here tonight,” Sesshomaru answered, his tone neither reassuring nor pleasant. “Do you know why I asked you here?”

 

Another nervous swallow, one hand going to stroke the dark hair from her face. In this quiet room, he could hear the sound of her heartbeat racing, and smell the fear that oozed from her pores. Kagome was afraid of him and no wonder, she had asked a great and daring favor…and he had asked for compensation.

 

“No,” she admitted, looking at the floor again. “I don't know what you want from me, Sesshomaru. I really don't. I haven't got any jewel shards, so…”

 

He actually laughed, the sound bursting past his lips in a surprised bark. “Jewel shards? Are you a fool?”

 

She blushed hard and twisted her fingers in her skirt. He liked this, he liked the way she was afraid of what he might ask. Unfair, entirely unfair of him to enjoy this, but it had been a very long time since he'd made anyone fear him. His life was quiet, orderly, and he had banished mundane things like carnal desires far from his mind.

 

Until now…when for the first time in centuries he wanted to taste a woman again.

 

Specifically this woman, a girl really, but Sesshomaru refused to feel guilty. He was, after all, some six or seven centuries older than her. But she reminded him so very much of Rin at this age that he could hardly stand it.

 

He wanted to kill her for that. No one should compare to Rin, to the only woman, perhaps only living being he'd ever truly loved. And this girl…she did not love him, did not want him, and would not belong to him as Rin had, not ever. Instead she belonged to his brother and he knew how much she loved Inuyasha. And maybe that was why he wanted this.

 

He wanted to taste that love again, and remember…

 

“What do you think Inuyasha would say if he knew you were here?” Sesshomaru asked, crossing the room to kneel beside her. Kagome jerked when he touched the back of her hand with his finger, tracing the line of her bones. She looked embarrassed, mortified really, and she hadn't really let herself think too much about what he wanted.

 

“He wouldn't like it,” she whispered.

 

“No,” Sesshomaru agreed. “Inuyasha wouldn't like it. But he couldn't have saved your brother's life. You can thank his father for that, human. He did not place such power in Inuyasha's hands, you had to come to me.”

 

Slowly, he let his hand drift up to touch her face. “Tell me, has he kissed you?”

 

Kagome didn't answer, but sat there transfixed as Sesshomaru slowly traced his fingers over her lips. She was blushing now, her cheeks tinted with pink embarrassment. And, Sesshomaru permitted himself a bit of satisfaction; it wasn't Inuyasha that was making her blush so sweetly.

 

Slowly, savoring every moment of her unease, he let his fingers trail down her arm to caress the inside of her wrist.

 

“You're very easy to read,” he said, letting the words drop like rain onto a hot sidewalk, steaming briefly before they vanished. “You've wanted him to kiss you and he hasn't. Is it not foolish to care so much for someone who does not acknowledge your feelings?”

 

“It's not that,” Kagome said quickly, inching away to put some more space between their bodies. “He knows how I feel, it's just that we…”

 

Her words trailed away as Sesshomaru gently cupped her chin. “And you are content to put your desires to the side, waiting for him to be ready. What would you say if I told you that he'd never be ready? That I have seen the past, your future, and that your love for him will wither away as you wait for what is never going to be?”

 

She was trembling, his fingers holding her face without any trace of gentleness. “What would you say, Kagome, if I were to tell you that your love for Inuyasha is meaningless?”

 

“I'd say you're a liar,” she whispered, tears just starting to sparkle in her eyes. “Love is never meaningless. You must be very bitter to say so.”

 

Bitter? Annoyed, he dropped his hand and heard Kagome exhale in relief. Was this what he'd been feeling all these years, bitterness? Yes, it seemed the girl was right. The love he'd felt for Rin, the sorrow and anger he'd felt when she'd died bearing his son, it had become a painful ache in the back of his throat. As a creature that had been denied happiness, he had learned to despise it in others.

 

And Kagome was right about something else. He was a liar.

 

He sighed and leaned his elbow on the divan, resting his face in his palm. Kagome hadn't moved, he could feel her bright eyes watching him and almost laughed at the absurd nature of the dilemma he'd given himself.

 

“Your love is not meaningless,” he murmured, staring at the green fabric of her skirt. “You and Inuyasha will love each other, you will marry and have children. Your lives will be nothing but happiness and I did envy you.”

 

He'd meant to say he was apologizing for the lie, instead he'd said that he had envied her and Inuyasha. Sesshomaru winced inwardly, cursing his weakness. Things had been so much simpler when he'd had no desires beyond conquest and bloodshed. It was Rin who had changed him and the cruelty of fate that had stolen her away and left him broken.

 

Sesshomaru felt a warm touch on his arm, a soft and sympathetic palm that smoothed over his shoulder. Closing his eyes, he pretended that it was Rin who touched him, soothed him. But imagining her somehow made that touch less real and when Kagome's hand reached his face, he opened his eyes to look at her.

 

“What happened to you?” she asked, no anger at all for his bitter lies. “Sesshomaru, you're hardly the same person.”

 

“No, I am not,” he said. If he had been the same person, he never would have been able to utter these words. “Go home. You are free to leave.”

 

The hand on his shoulder trembled a bit and Sesshomaru could feel how much she wanted to do just that. So he was surprised when he heard her whisper.

 

“No, I…don't want to leave.”

 

He looked up and met her gaze, soft with sympathy. She patted his hand like she could understand the least bit of him and smiled. “If being here comforts you,” she said in her warm, sweet voice, “then I don't mind staying.”

 

For a long second, he wanted to believe her. It would be an easy thing to let his head just rest in her lap, close his eyes and dream of Rin. But Sesshomaru had lived alone with his guilt and his pain for far too long. The idea, the base presumption of this girl that she could comfort anything so vast and treacherous as a daiyoukai's loss…enraged him.

 

“You wish to comfort me?” he asked, tasting fury in his own words.

 

Kagome's smile faded slightly. “Why, I…yes, Sesshomaru. If I can…”

 

His eyes were glittering as he stood, his pale hand clenching around her delicate wrist. She cried out when he yanked her to her feet and dragged her towards the bedroom. Shoving the door open, he pulled hard on her arm and flung Kagome across the bed. Frightened, she lurched across the coverlet when he knelt on the mattress and Sesshomaru reached out to snag the back of her shirt with his claws.

 

“Don't,” he said, warning in his voice. “You agreed to be here. Do not forget that the life I restored can easily be taken away.”

 

Shocked, Kagome recoiled from him. “You'd do that?” she asked, and he was relieved to see anger and horror in her eyes rather than pity. “You…you…you couldn't!”

 

A quick yank brought her closer, close enough that her panicked breaths were warm against his face. “I would,” he hissed. “I pity no one, and I care for no one. You were the one who brought this upon yourself when you demanded I use Tenseiga. If you were unwilling to pay the price, you should not have come here!”

 

Then he released her, let her fall back and scramble away from him as if by putting a few inches of space between them, he wouldn't be able to do whatever he wanted. His eyes were bright, searing into her ruthlessly, and Kagome swallowed hard and stared past him at the open bedroom door.

 

“Now are you afraid?” he asked, letting the words fall dangerously between them. “Have you lost your desire to comfort me, to pretend that you understand anything about loss when you came to me and demanded my help?”

 

“I didn't know,” she whispered, trembling like a rabbit under his claws. “Sesshomaru, please. I'm sorry, I didn't know that using Tenseiga would be…would be a burden on you. I just didn't want to watch my little brother die!”

 

She started to cry, covering her face with her hands and Sesshomaru felt his anger start to break apart. Now he was reduced to terrorizing schoolgirls, and the thought gave him no pleasure. His rage, so long denied and shut away, had overtaken him, engulfed him with a scalding burn. For a moment, he'd become that dark youkai nature, knowing only fury and desire to conquer.

 

It had felt good, so good he was hard as a rock, his erection straining against the crotch of his trousers. It had filled him with need to tear into her soft flesh, penetrate her vulnerable body and just fuck her until she bled to death on his bed. But just for an instant, he'd seen Rin's face again…smiling as she welcomed him with her open arms.

 

He was not a rapist. He had never been so low, so filthy or so callow. What Kagome had done was awaken the dark beast of his nature, bring to the surface memories so painful they were like hot needles in his brain. She did not deserved to be savaged or have her innocence ripped away because he, Sesshomaru, could not control himself.

 

“Forgive me,” he said, the words so dry they became as dust in the air.

 

The girl's soft weeping slowed and he heard her hiccup as she calmed. Sesshomaru stared at the wall, unable to even look at her now. His skin was crawling at the idea of what he'd almost done, what he was capable of doing. After Rin, he'd denied himself any other lover, youkai or human. Perhaps it was just centuries of denied need that drove him to such lowly depths.

 

Perhaps. Or perhaps this would change everything and the Kagome who was sitting on his bed would simply return to his past and find a way to have Inuyasha strike him dead. If it were so, he might be spared the agony of loving and losing his Rin, and never have to live without her.

 

He jerked in surprise when she touched him again, her slightly damp hand reaching out to brush his cheek. Stupid little girl, he thought, grinding his teeth together. Doesn't she know when she should run away?

 

Kagome crept closer until she was kneeling behind him, putting her arms around his shoulders and letting her warmth seep into his back. “You must be in so much pain,” she whispered. “You scared me half to death, but I'm not…I'm not pitying you, Sesshomaru.”

 

He hunched his shoulders. “Go,” he said, not wanting her to leave. “Go while you can.”

 

Her arms tightened. “No,” Kagome said firmly, her lips against the back of his shirt. “I'm not going to leave you like this. I'm going to stay…even…even if you want to…”

 

Sesshomaru hated weakness, he hated weakness and stupidity and it was both to let her stay. He knew, with each hard pulse from his groin, that he would take her if she stayed. And Kagome knew it too.

 

Why was she offering this to him…he didn't understand.

 

Kagome let go, slowly sliding her hands over his shoulders, pressing against muscles that were tight with centuries of restraint. He closed his eyes and let her do what she wanted, already at a loss. Her hands touched his hair, smoothing the strands as if she couldn't help herself. She kept touching him; wrapping the silver hair around her fingers and reaching up to explore the tips of his ears.

 

It was the last thing he would have expected, that Kagome would be curious about him. Sesshomaru kept perfectly still as the girl's wandering fingers touched his face, tracing the markings he kept hidden when he went out among humans. The pads of her fingers were soft and warm as they caressed him, so soothing that he let out a soft moan without realizing it.

 

She shifted and the warm fingers moved away. Sesshomaru reluctantly turned to look at her and was surprised to see an eager flush coloring Kagome's cheeks. She didn't smell of fear, she didn't look horrified anymore. Her eyes were wide and glittering; under his gaze, she licked her lips nervously.

 

“I was always curious,” she murmured. “You were so…beautiful, but so cruel sometimes. So…cold. I never thought that someone like you ever…”

 

Her words trailed off, still staring at him until Sesshomaru felt heat flooding his body. Someone like him, she said, someone incapable of desire or need, utterly perfect within a pristine shell. That was how she'd seen him, how everyone had always seen him…save for one.

 

Rin…

 

Kagome licked her lips again and leaned closer, ready to pull away if he did anything discourage her. He sat quite still and felt her nervously exhale just before she kissed him.

 

Desire…

 

Unthinking, he returned her kiss and then cupped the back of her head when she would have pulled away. Kagome murmured something he couldn't quite understand, her lips moving against his and Sesshomaru no longer cared what she had to say, or what she wanted, or if this was just the beginning of the end for him.

 

So be it…

 

His grip on her hair tightened, pulling her down beside him to lie across the bed. Sesshomaru kissed her deeply, invading her mouth with his tongue, nothing gentle about him any longer. The desire to conquer erupted inside him, the need to claim her completely. It had already been simmering beneath his skin for years, angry and hard, slowly eating into him like an insidious corrosion of the soul.

 

“Sesshomaru,” Kagome gasped when he finally released her lips. “I…I…”

 

“Don't talk,” he muttered, shifting so he could touch her lips. Her eyes widened a bit, following his hand as it moved down to cup her breast. She cried out as he squeezed her roughly, not because he wanted to hurt her, but because he couldn't help himself.

 

Possessive instinct was like a red flash in his mind and without further preparation, he grabbed the girl's skirt and heard her squeal in surprise when he simply tore it away. His focus shifted to her soft white belly, trembling deliciously as he drank her in. The slight swell of her hips, the sloping valley between them, drew his eyes down to where her thighs met, clenched together and covered with thin, modest panties.

 

He ran his finger over her hip, tracing the elastic line where it met the flesh of her upper thigh until Kagome shivered and covered her face with her hands. Curious and sensing her arousal, he licked that intimate area and then blew softly until Kagome whimpered.

 

“Please,” she whispered from behind her hands. “It's so embarrassing…”

 

Sesshomaru's answer was to move his hand, pressing his fingers between her thighs until his palm cupped her pubic area. He pressed gently with the tip of one finger, feeling the heat and moisture through the inadequate cloth. He could feel everything and Kagome's hips jerked involuntarily.

 

He found the words were hard to get out, sticking to his tongue. “I do not care,” he said, his voice rough now. “Your embarrassment does not matter.”

 

Strangely, she calmed, relaxing under his touch. That was fine, he really didn't want her to panic. He couldn't stop now if he wanted to and already, deep in the back of his mind, he knew this was going to be too fast and hard for her first time.

 

He'd regret that, but right now his mind was still deep in a red haze. The way his hand was shaking as he touched her silky skin, the way his throat was dry, parched even, his body was insisting that he find release and now. But he still had some control over his instincts and Sesshomaru demanded that his will be stronger than his need.

 

With supreme effort, he forced himself to stand and undress. Kagome didn't move, watching his every move. He forced himself to take it slowly, unbuttoning the shirt and letting it fall to the floor. Pale skin, paler than hers even, smooth and unable to betray his many years. Keeping his eyes on her face, Sesshomaru carefully unfastened his trousers and let them drop, stepping out of his clothes gracefully, elegantly as if he wasn't burning up inside.

 

He heard her catch her breath and wondered if she'd never seen a naked male, or just never one so aroused. Smiling, he stood over her and let her look as long as she liked. It helped to salve the burning need, watching her eyes rove over his body and the slight widening as she stared at his erection.

 

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, sounding somewhat more like himself than he had before.

 

Her face flushed and he smiled again when he saw her lips tremble a bit. He didn't know if she was frightened again and he honestly didn't care. Moving around the side of the bed, he gestured for the girl to come closer. Kagome blushed again, covering her panties with her hands as if he hadn't already seen them, or the slight dampening between her legs.

 

“Touch me,” he whispered.

 

She hesitated and Sesshomaru scowled. He darted forward and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his aroused cock. Kagome's warm fingers wrapped around him and he gently guided her to explore him. As she grew a bit bolder, he dropped her wrist and sighed when she brought her other hand to touch him.

 

Inexperienced and tentative, she caressed the smooth, hard shaft lightly, rubbing harder when she heard a growl come from deep in his throat. He bucked against her hands, and she glanced up in surprise. Sesshomaru's eyes were like glowing coals, his hair seemed to move around him as if stirred by an angry wind and he bared his teeth when her hands convulsively tightened around him.

 

She had awoken the demon inside him, too long buried by necessity and relentless grief, and the sight of it made her freeze.

 

Suddenly she found herself on her back, legs in the air as her panties were roughly pulled to her knees. Kagome flinched, feeling him press against her entrance, slicking the head of his cock between her folds before he knelt on the bed and wrapped his arm around her legs. She stared up at him, lips slightly parted and quite transfixed by his burning eyes.

 

Sesshomaru's weight dropped on her, using his shoulder to press her knees to her chest and she shrieked when he finally bore down, shoving deep into her untried body with one searing thrust. Kagome cried out again even louder when he pulled back and penetrated again with less resistance.

 

Satisfied and hearing the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears, he lost himself in the moment. Her legs bounced against his shoulder, knees held tight together by his right arm. Crouching over her, driving into her, he barely heard her cries as he thrust angrily. Her hands flailed at him, grabbing his hair and yanking with each rough penetration.

 

Desire spiraled out from him in heady waves and Kagome's voice shifted, the high-pitched wail of fright and pain deepening into something else. He slowed a bit; no longer so frantic now that he was inside, and knew that she could feel the aura of youki that was enveloping them.

 

Catching the taste of his lust, Kagome's body answered his, craving more and clawing at his back and shoulders, her small, blunt nails raking over the smooth skin and taut muscles. It inflamed him, moving rough and fast, grunting like a beast as he slammed his hips against hers until she screamed out his name when he came hard inside her.

 

Suddenly dizzy, he collapsed on top on her like he'd lost whatever was left of his strength. He let her legs slide to the side and shivered when his spent cock slipped from her body. Kagome was panting hard; her eyes clenched shut and her face bright as she tried to get air into her straining lungs. He was satisfied that she was breathing, and somehow pleased that she'd screamed with pleasure in the end.

 

He could smell blood from where their bodies and joined and knew he hurt her at first. With the red-tinged lust spent and the sticky essence of climax drying on his skin, Sesshomaru managed to reach up to touch her lips. Kagome was already unconscious, sprawled limply where he'd left her. She'd probably sleep for a few hours and for once, he didn't mind the company.

 

Sesshomaru felt his mind growing sluggish as his body demanded a chance to recover. Pent up desires for centuries, answered only by his own ministrations for far too long had taken their toll. He knew that this was going to complicate his life, and hers.

 

He wondered vaguely if someday his brother would confront him, demanding some kind of satisfaction for what he'd just done.

 

Sesshomaru decided he didn't give a damn and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of Kagome's body like a salve against the long years, a sudden blush of life where once had only been the chill of a desolate and lonely soul.

 

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