InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Caged ❯ bitter sweet ( Chapter 4 )

He woke with a start, tugged out of sleep by the awareness of anothers presence. He turned over and was met with the sight of a very naked Kagome sleeping peacefully curled up in his blanket, in his bed….in his bed? He vaguely recalled passing out after a very heavy sex session. It wasn't so much the physical exertion that bothered him, it was the emotions that had drained the life from him. They had literally taken his last supply of will and pushed him inward causing a retrospection of long dead emotions.

 

Emotions, how foreign, he had thought himself rid of all emotions, void of all meaningful anything. That was how he played his life, emotionless, and cold. Only receiving heat from the nameless bodies he rubbed against his chilling skin. That is how he thought of himself, cold, slowly dying and decomposing. It only made sense to become cold once one is no longer able to pump blood to their limbs, unable to feel the beat of their ever allusive heart, cold. It was something he had prided himself on, being mercilessly cold.

 

He had no problems kicking a girl out of his bed right after sex, crying and all, she still had to go. Yes, he had pushed half naked women out of his door as soon as he came, not caring if she came. But not her, this Kagome, he wanted her to stay, no needed her to stay, she was warm. She caused electricity to flow through him, from her fingers, from her lips, to his anxiously waiting skin. Lit up with a million unseen sparks. This was concerning, next to her he did not feel cold. He felt warmth rush through his body when his hand grazed her back, yes she was warm. Her warmth communicated through skin and clutched onto him, he was warm. Her warm.

 

He stared up at the ceiling, contemplating his odd situation. Here he was in bed, with a woman that he'd just had sex with….and she's asleep…..and he wants to touch her. It was physically impossible for him to keep his fingers from tracing the outline of her spine, or shoulders and curves. He needed to wrap his arms around her, accept all her warmth, suck it into him so he may remember what it felt like to be alive. Would she push him away? Did it matter? Any amount of time that he could be in such close contact with his new favorite drug was worth it. Part of him hated her severely for making him question his life and self. But the overwhelming part of him wanted nothing more than to die from an overdose of her, he was addicted.

 

There was something about her, something in her eyes. She was dead, or dying, she was pained and painful. He saw her fire, he saw her skin, lit with flames burning beneath her surface. She was burning from the inside out, unable to contain whatever it was she was trying to kill. That man she called her fiancé was killing her.

 

He could not stop himself as his arms wrapped around her, his drug, his woman. He fought back the urge to push her violently out of his bed and out of his perfectly constructed lie, life. An internal war waged inside his fevered body, viciously battling for claim. An instant was all it took to change his mind, never able to stay strong and hate her for long. And yet he did hate her, he wanted to hurt her, have her hate him too. He itched to rid himself of this nuisance, so why did he cling to her as if she would disappear? Like she was a sweet dream sent to torture his emotionless vessel, a taste of heaven for his ever hell-bound soul. He squeezed her tightly, wanted to make sure she was there, she was solid.

 

She woke with a start, unaware of her surroundings. She twisted violently in his grasp still unaware of who she was with. As realization dawned she settled beneath him, allowing him to assault her flesh with brutal kisses and harsh hands. Finally fed up with being over powered she bit down hard on his lower lip causing him to wince back in pain as blood dripped from his mouth onto her chest. The deep red against perfect porcelain skin was beautiful and he allowed himself to admire the sight.

 

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He'd haunted her dreams, she couldn't escape him. Her frustration built beneath the surface of slumber and was forced into the light by his arms constricting tightly, jerking her into waking. She couldn't remember where she was, why she was not in her bed, she panicked slightly fighting whoever held her. Those lips, his lips let her know that it was him.

 

Every frustration, every confusing thought that bit at her skin returned full force and she had the sudden urge to hit him, hurt him, get him away. He bruised her with kisses and bared teeth, he gripped her tightly not allowing her room to move. Her anger grew, she was not going to be dominated, not by him. She bit him, successfully halting his assault.

 

She glared up at him with angry sad eyes and he internally sighed at the beautiful picture. She pushed him roughly and moved so quickly he'd had no time to protest as she maneuvered her way on top of him. She held his shoulders down with her small hands, her nails biting into his skin causing little crescent moons to form on his susceptible flesh. Her mouth crashed down onto his, hard and unforgiving.

 

The metallic taste of blood laced their passion, forming a new bond between the two angry lovers. Their tongues battled for dominance, thrashing wildly, warning back whispered acclamations of emotion. Starved for the taste of his skin she detached from his mouth and sated her desire. Her swollen lips felt rough and right on his sweaty chest, forcefully moving downwards towards his apparent arousal.

 

She pinned his hips to the bed, refusing to allow him any freedom of movement. She took him into her mouth, sucking roughly, unmercifully attacking his engorged penis. This was not a tender moment, she did not want to coddle him, make it `sweet'. She wanted to release her frustration and anger, she wanted him to know.

 

He sucked in a deep breath when he felt her teeth rake across the shaft of his penis, it felt so damn good. The mixture of intense pleasure with slight pain was amazing, she applied just the right amount pf pressure. Kagome's eyes were fixed on his own, not allowing him to forget that she was the one causing this pleasure, not allowing him to forget her. He tried desperately to buck against her as she sucked but she held him firmly, keeping him in his place. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, it was too intense. His body convulsed as his release resonated through his body, head to toe and back again.

 

She sat up with a triumphant look on her face and made a point to look him straight in the eyes as she swallowed deeply. That was the last straw. Inuyasha leapt onto her causing the two to tumble off the bed and onto the beige carpeted floor. She grunted under the impact, taking the brunt of the fall, and stared defiantly up into his eyes. He smirked down at her, she would get hers.

 

Inuyasha nipped his way down her jaw line and neck, traced her collar bone with his tongue and finally took a tempting nipple into his warm mouth. He sucked and nipped at the rosy bud while palming its neglected twin. `Perfect fit.' He thought with a surprising lack of sarcasm.

 

Noticing Kagome's eyes were closed he took her by the chin and forced her to watch him, keep eye contact the way she had. He ventured downwards towards the juncture of her legs, pausing to smirk up her before dipping his tongue into her sensitive core. His talented tongue lavished her folds and suckled her swollen nub, causing her to arch into his mouth. She fisted her hand in his hair, keeping herself steady. The changing sensations of his tongue and fingers, with the heated gaze beneath his lashes pushed her over the edge as she rode out her orgasm with him still between her legs.

 

Before he could make another move she reached down and grabbed his re-erected penis, pulling him up to her.

 

“Now.” Her voice was deep with lust and demand, a demand he was glad to oblige.

 

He thrust into her fast and hard, a frenzied rhythm. Pounding away at the anger, frustration, passion, and undeniable emotion growing between the two sweat glazed bodies. She rose up to meet his frantic pace, equally as eager and angry. It was as if they were trying to fuck away the feelings. Fuck each other to the point of pain, they were hurting each other, they wanted to hurt each other. It was mutual, he knew it the second she bit him, and he loved her a little more because of it. He was pounding his love into her, trying to bury it deep inside away from him. But the harder he thrust the harder she met his thrusts, and the harder he fell, for her and into her.

 

They screamed their simultaneous release, the pressure snapping. He stayed inside of her, supporting himself on elbows and breathing heavily trying to regain his senses, as she did the same. As their breath slowed and bodies cooled, he stared down into her cobalt eyes with a fierce determination.

 

“What the fuck have you done to me?”

 

“Fuck you.” She spat as she pushed him off of her and stood, searching for her clothes.

 

Inuyasha rose and strode after her.

 

“What the fuck is your problem?”

 

She whirled on him, rage boiling in her veins.

 

“My problem, is you!”

 

“What are you talking about?” he knew what she was talking about.

 

“I can't keep coming here like this, I can't keep seeing you.” He took notice that she didn't say `fucking you' and wondered why…

 

“Then why do you keep coming back?!” she knew he was right, she did keep coming back…..

 

“Why do you keep calling me?!” he knew she was right, he did keep calling her….

 

“I like fucking you!”

 

“I like fucking you too!” she heaved a sigh of exhaustion and collapsed on the bed.

 

“Fuck.”

 

“Seriously.” They shared a small laugh, a bitter laugh, a laugh to mask what was truly going on.

 

 

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Okay I know that this doesn't really advance the plot much, but I wanted to establish a little more about Inuyasha. I also felt that it was getting too fluffy too quickly, so I wanted to make this a little dark. This isn't supposed to be a super fluffy story. There will be moments, but overall all it's meant to be desperate and passionate. Let me know how you feel about the lemon k? I'm not sure if it was good or not, I kinda suck at imagery. Anyways! I wanted to update quickly because I got some great reviews that motivated me to write, and made me feel great btw. Keep em coming ! luv! I'm sorry it's so short, I promise a longer one next time.