InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Collection of Thoughts ❯ Not Regular ( Chapter 5 )

Not Regular

 

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The bar smelled heavily of sweat, alcohol and cologne. It was night time, you could tell by how crowded it was. There weren't many new faces, just the usuals. Still, the bartender had trouble with the orders, the weekends were always busier.

 

The man in red wore a perfect, sexy scowl that could make any woman desire him like no other. It wasn't meant to be a sex weapon, but it worked as one nonetheless. And it was even better that he didn't have to pretend to be a sweetheart with all his clients, most of them just drooled at the mere sight of him. As if he cared.

 

But the girl sitting right in front of him was a mystery. Maybe she didn't like him? That would be okay, everyone had different tastes, but he knew it wasn't the truth. Her spicy scent told him everything he needed to know about just how highly she thought of his appearance, so that wasn't a problem. He could tell, his demonic senses always came in handy in these kinds of situations.

 

Still, her enigmatic smile was deluding, did she know just how fucking interesting she was?

 

His falsely bored voice tore through the air between them as he explained his few - he considered - rules, “I don't do felching, I don't do anal, I don't do role playing, I don't do toys, I don't do crimescene sex,”

 

Her sweet, innocent voice cut through his monologue, “Is there something you do?”

 

The man who wasn't exactly human smirked for the first time then, oh, what amazing teeth, “I can do you if you want me to.”

 

It was a line, what a pathetic one, what a common one, too, but she loved it. It made her tingle all over, even her bones shivered from the intense lust she was feeling, could he sense it? She'd heard from her friend Miroku that this one was best with these kinds of things. He was famous in the world of prostitutes, why did everyone say he was the most delicious? Maybe it was because he didn't look like he was enjoying himself so much, maybe because he was sulking all the time, maybe because he made every one of his clients touch heaven at least once.

 

She wanted to have a taste, so, so much.

 

“So how come you didn't talk to Kaguya?” he asked, a hostile eyebrow cocked upwards.

 

Kaguya, the beautiful, sarcastic madam. He was lucky to have such a resourceful woman taking care of the business, he always had so many clients because of her. She was an understanding one, too. When he said he didn't like a client, she didn't have him do the job, but made Miroku, his fellow colleague do it, he could screw anything female.

 

“She said I should talk to you,” the woman answered, twirling a strand of her fair on her finger, did she have any idea how fucking gorgeous she was?

 

“Keh, damn right. So she's finally come to her senses, eh?” the man muttered, glaring at the beer in front of him. When she came in the bar and saw him for the first time, she knew he was a beer-guy.

 

“What do you mean?” It probably had to be a joke she couldn't take part in, but he shouldn't mention it if he wouldn't explain.

 

“Nothing, let's just say Kaguya's never had me talk to one of my clients beforehand.”

 

Clients. Why did the word amuse and enchant her so much? Clients. It sounded as if they were doing business, and in a way, they were. It was pure business for him. He fucked, he got money in return. It was that simple.

 

Which is exactly what fascinated her. He seemed so raw, so unpolished. He was always quite grouchy, angry even. She didn't dream he'd be happy with the kind of life he had, but why so irritable?

 

“Do you need a name?” she asked, all of a sudden she felt very shy.

 

“Can't stop ya if you wanna give one to me,” he said nonchalantly, and she wondered if he ever thought before speaking.

 

“Kagome,” she said simply, smiling brightly. This threw him off for a moment, why did she seem so damn innocent all the time? He really hoped she wasn't one of those dreamy virgins that always blushed whenever he cracked a sexual joke. She didn't seem like one, was she?

 

He opened his mouth to give her his name, a name for a name, right? He should return the favor, but she beat him to it, “Inuyasha. I know. Miroku told me.” And again that smile. That perfect-teeth smile that made him think there was either something seriously wrong with her or she was a v-i-r-g-i-n.

 

“So, do you like it hard?” he decided to try and embarrass her a little, maybe she'd show her true colors. There was nothing more that could impress him now, he feared nothing. Did he fear death? No, he did not. Did he fear humiliation? That, he most certainly did not fear.

 

“Not very often,” was her earnest response that caught him off guard. There was no way she was a virgin, he concluded. It only meant she was one of those women who really had something special. Special. He didn't need that, didn't want that. He'd fallen for someone with something special before; it was dangerous, because if it had happened once it could always happen the second time, too.

 

Let's just get this over with.

 

His mind made the calls for him. Walk or talk or fuck. Or anything else that was useful or necessary in his life. He didn't rely on his heart anymore, the pesky little thing was too dangerous to let loose. So he hid it. He had many layers of clothing on him, but they didn't cover most of it, so he'd learned to lock it differently. He'd never, ever let anyone close to it again. And this girl was seriously close to it.

 

Damn.

 

“Kagome, was it?”

 

“Mm-hmm.” Her murmur coming straight from her throat. Kami, it sounded so much like a moan, he wanted to growl from the depths of his soul, she was that alluring.

 

“Let's get the hell out of here,” he suggested, flashing his shallow, easy-to-see-through smirk that women loved so much. They didn't care it was fake, didn't show any signs of objection to anything he did.

 

“Inuyasha?”

 

“Mm?” he mimicked her earlier tone richness. This time a true smirk threatened to stretch across his face at the smell of the sudden spike in her scent, but he willed it back. So she wasn't immune to his charms like any other girl, was she?

 

“Don't smirk like that anymore,” she said seriously and his face hardened. What did she mean?

 

He asked her that much.

 

“I know it's sexy as hell and I know that you know how much of a sex god you are when you do it,” he almost coughed, “but it's not right. It's not… I mean I don't want something fake,” she told him

 

Oh.

 

Oh.

 

He swallowed thickly.

 

That was awkward.

 

“Okay,” he guessed.

 

So he couldn't just pretend with this one. Okay, fine, if she wanted it like that, she'd get it. She was the client, after all, Kagome was the one with the money.

 

But is it safe?

 

Inuyasha decided to ignore every little instinct he had and just enjoy this one time event. This woman was beautiful, she was witty, she was natural. He liked that, very much so, why shouldn't he take advantage? This time he allowed himself a true smile, a natural one that she caught, when had he smiled last? He truly didn't remember.

 

Figuring it would definitely surprise her, he grabbed the woman's delicate bracelet-adorned wrist, pulled some money out of his pocket - it was on him this time -fully intending to take her to his house. He'd never brought one of his clients to his house, what was different?

 

She was. Kagome was. This woman deserved so much better, why did she want to fuck him?

 

“Why are you doing this?” he asked all of a sudden, suddenly realizing she had yet to have a reaction to the abrupt way he'd taken her out of the bar. Minutes had passed and she had offered no resistance. Odd, indeed.

 

“Why am I doing what?”

 

He really hated these games.

 

“Why do you want to do this with me?” he asked briskly, enjoying the smooth texture of her skin as he dragged her after him.

 

“I'm... not quite sure,” she offered simply and the raw honesty behind her words almost made him want to send her back home. But she'd chosen this, right? There was no turning back, right?

 

Well, of course there was.

 

“You know, you don't have to do this,” he might have said it a bit too harsh, but she didn't seem to mind. She was quiet, quiet, just like she'd been the whole way, was she nervous? She didn't feel nervous to him, he didn't smell apprehension, so what could it be?

 

“It's not like you're forcing me into it. I believe I've reached an age when I can take decisions on my own,” her voice was beautiful, too. So soothing, so mature. Too mature.

 

“Fine. Any requests?” Normally, he asked any client this question, it was standard. But why did he feel so uneasy about it?

 

“Huh? Oh, no, not really, I guess.”

 

So this woman… what did she want?

 

“So you're not here for the sex?” he found himself asking. He couldn't have stopped his mouth from asking even if he'd glued his own lips together.

 

“Don't be an idiot, of course I'm here for the sex,” she pouted, her brows furrowed, she was such a sight.

 

“Alright. I was worried I'd have to work too hard for a minute here,” he joked, wanting to see that light he knew was in her eyes, but she just raised her amazingly deep gaze to look at him.

 

“Don't do anything you're uncomfortable doing,” she surprised him by saying. Who was this girl?

 

“Don't be stupid, my job is to-”

 

“Fuck your job,” she said suddenly, simply, her voice as plain as ever.

 

“Listen, I don't really mix business with pleasure,” he really tried to ignore her sarcastic snort, “I really don't. Of course, yes, I get that kind of pleasure, but that's not pleasure-pleasure, you know?”

 

It was like something important had ended in her life, “Uh huh.”

 

“Glad we got that covered,” he muttered, frowning and averting his eyes. They were almost there. Almost th-

 

“We're here,” he announced, fishing his keys out of his pocket. He cut straight to the point - inserted them into the keyhole and opened the door to his apartment. It wasn't big, wasn't anything special, but it worked for him. Most of the times. There were times when he aspired to something bigger, something more spacious, more comfortable, more modern.

 

“Nice place,” she said with a genuine smile, he almost sighed. For a second it was hard for him to believe how relieved he was that she'd got her mood back. It was the first time in a long time when he realized that he hadn't really enjoyed having sex with someone - not since Kikyou. But he'd push this out of his mind, he had to.

 

“Yeah, it's okay I guess,” he guessed. He always guessed, why was it that he wasn't certain of anything in his pathetic life?

 

“Right,” she answered, tracing the frame of Kikyou's picture. He wanted to stop her, intended to, but on a second thought, why would he do that? It wasn't like he had anything to hide. Kikyou was just… dead.

 

Kagome didn't ask anything, he liked that. He liked that she was silent, he liked that she was still fully dressed, he liked that she didn't seem the type to jump in for sex. He hated those horny bitches, but he had to pleasure them all the damn time.

 

Time passed unknowingly as he stared at her fleshy lips, they were just so kissable. But he didn't want to start this desire-driven dance he knew so well, no, she deserved better. Maybe he'd start a conversation? But then again… maybe not. It was highly inappropriate in such a situation, wasn't it?

 

Kagome didn't pull away when he got closer and closer with each step, didn't stop him when he fiddled with the strap of her shirt, shivered noticeably when his breath toyed with the sensitive skin of her neck. She was feminine, amazingly so, he liked it very much. He'd had to fuck tomboys before, it had left him highly bitter.

 

Her hands came up in a smooth motion to wrap around his neck and pull him closer, the girl surely knew what she was going for.

 

“How many times have you done this before?” he asked her, without really thinking about it.

 

“How many have you?” she asked back, moaning when his tongue flicked out to tickle her, to taunt her every sense. Indeed, she was entirely aware of his manliness and couldn't help but to respond to the seductive signals his body emitted.

 

“Too many,” his voice was barely above a whisper, but she still heard him. There was a bit of a draft, she noticed, and stilled when she couldn't feel his touch anymore. For no apparent reason, she didn't want to open her eyes, wouldn't come back down to earth. But his breath on her collarbone was as erotic as a touch, her hands found the dog ears that showed his true nature and caressed them sensually without really putting her mind into it. She let herself go, she let herself go.

 

Inuyasha shuddered. It was as terrifying as it was enthralling, he just couldn't stop. His hands found her hips, he brought her against him in a silky movement, he'd always been praised for being very smooth.

 

It felt more like they were lovers than a male prostitute and his client, was it wrong? Of course it was, when was anything ever right in his world?

 

Her clothes went off pretty quickly, he imagined she didn't mind - she smelled just as excited as he felt. His own were long gone when Kagome decided to make herself familiar with his neck and chest, trailing wet kisses everywhere she could reach. If he'd been aroused before, it was becoming painfully obvious how much he desired her now, but she certainly didn't mind.

 

He didn't whisper I love you because he didn't love her, she didn't answer because he hadn't said anything and because she didn't love him, either, but there was something that was keeping him from being cold to her and from keeping his cool, detached self lingering at the surface. He could be himself with her, it was becoming increasingly obvious.

 

“You're so fucking gorgeous,” it was supposed to be a compliment, it was supposed to relieve him of some frustration, did she mind?

 

The hands that cupped his ass told him she didn't and he smiled against her lips with his eyes closed as he lowered her to the bed, to his bed. He hadn't shared his bed with anyone else but Kikyou until now. It sounded strange, deranged even to him, but he was glad he'd brought Kagome here, she was definitely different.

 

He had no future, there was no redemption for him, but he'd enjoy this, he'd cherish this.

 

“So fucking gorgeous,” he repeated and licked the whole column of her throat when she couldn't respond. Her toes curled and uncurled, he found out that biting and sucking on them turned her on immensely. So he did, and he felt really special because of it - surely not many knew of this little kink.

 

“I'm gonna make you scream,” he bragged, rubbing her wetness fervently, as if he'd die if he didn't.

 

“C-cocky… little… bastard,” she managed to drawl out, her words caught between a sneer and an ecstasy-filled groan.

 

“Damn right I am,” he replied, watching her intently as she tried to form words but nothing came through her lips he suddenly kissed.

 

She let him take her to those heights she'd wanted to reach, she let him spread her legs and place his body in between, she let him have her in a way no one had ever managed to. She was his for these few moments, and then she'd pay and she'd leave. It was as simple as that.

 

He felt perfect inside her, it amazed her how sinewy his thighs felt against hers as they rocked together, their pulse breaking previous records with every moment that passed. His lips, the heady quality of his scent, the way he could fuck her into oblivion, they all thrilled her.

 

The bed creaked with every thrust he gave, with every powerful movement, she thought she would break from the sheer pressure of it. Inuyasha seemed deep in concentration, his eyes were tightly closed as if he was seeking an epiphany, but he never ceased to caress her body into submission, to enchant her with more tenderness, with more maleness. His natural wildness. He was rough, his every gesture was rough, yet it made her climax, it made her inner walls contract around him, sending him into his own bliss. She allowed him to rest his forehead on her shoulder for a few minutes with their bodies still intimately entwined, just like real lovers would be.

 

It occurred to him that there wasn't any difference between an ordinary couple and what they'd just done, but no, he couldn't have that. He couldn't have it, she had to leave. She was his client, just that. They could never be anything else.

 

Frustratingly, he raised himself off her and put on his clothes, showing her she was no longer welcome inside his apartment. He wanted to regret this, but he didn't. He just hoped she didn't, either. Maybe they'd meet each other again, but he didn't think so.

 

“Thanks,” she said, leaving the money on the night table, then proceeded to dress herself. It was hell for the few minutes she did this, there was a deep, unwelcome silence, too. Her steps resounded in his head until he heard the door slam shut. Then there was only the sound of the traffic outside and the humming that came from the appliances, words no longer mattered.