InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Do you know how to dance? ❯ chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
3
Of all the thoughts that crossed his mind that day, it was that he cursed the moon, further more cursing his father and his mother, and their damn love that made, no, birthed him a hanyou. Had he not been hanyou he wouldn’t have to worry about the new moon, had it not been the night before the new moon, his senses would have been better. He could have scented the stink of his half-brother deeply imbedded into the female that he took into his home, Kagome’s home, his brain reminded him dejectedly, knowing that ‘his’ female actually owned and paid the bills for this house. Mostly he could have prevented himself from falling into this bottomless pit a situation, he could have prevented having to deal with a very pissed off yet murderously calm Kagome, let alone a livid but seemingly placid Sesshomaru. On a thought that had nothing to do with his current situation Inuyasha had to wonder, just how one could be angry enough to tear the world apart and yet have an indifferently calm face all the time, both Kagome and Sesshomaru could do that and it was unnerving. As he dressed he cursed himself, he cursed the moon again, he cursed his father again, he was more or less just annoyed about his mother for he could never truly curse her, but he cursed Kikyo, he damn sure cursed Sesshomaru, and he cursed Kagome most of all.
He thought about everything as he pulled out a grey button down shirt with some kind of crimson print on the hem of his left side lapel, it was a shirt that Kagome had gotten him, and began mindlessly buttoning. Inuyasha thought about three years of his life that he had been faithful, loyal to only her, had waited for her to open up to him physically and not just emotionally, about how he had tried to be the best male a female could want. But Kagome wasn’t just any female, she was smart, a genius even and independent… defiant… fiery, she didn’t need him for anything. But she asked him to stay knowing she didn’t needed him, and that had comforted him for a very long time. But she didn’t want him, he thought, Kagome didn’t fawn over him, didn’t try to seduce him, more often then not she pushed him away and forced him to feel like the bad guy for wanting a more physical relationship.
Kagome was the one always gone on business trips, and she was the one that left in the middle of the night on, ‘strolls to get her mind together’, she was the one with the obsession with her job and her computer, and even her photography. She didn’t make room for him to live along side her as an intended should, she had never really allowed herself to be more then a roommate with ‘petting privileges‘, he thought with more anger, she had always used him to be a shoulder to cry on, the male that gave the comforting hugs, said ‘It’ll be alright.’ True he was just a few months younger then Kagome, and now he knew Kikyo too, he hadn’t had sex in three long hard years if it didn’t include his hand, no sex since he was twenty one, until tonight, he thought. And the more he thought about himself, Kagome, and their relationship, the more he was glad that this had happened.
Somehow his despair at the situation was slowly turning to anger. How dare she!, he thought angrily, she should be the one on her hands and knees asking for forgiveness, had she not held out so long, it would have been her in the shower. Kagome was literally a bitch, and he was tired of putting up with her and everything that came with her. In one night with Kikyo he had literally made a deeper connection then he had with Kagome after three years, and he was honestly glad for it. Now the only thing he had to worry about seeing as his mind was made up that no matter what he would not return to the relationship with Kagome,-- if you could even call it that, his inner-self retorted--, was how this was all going to work out. He still had to worry about Kikyo, and Sesshoamru. Kagome he figured he could deal with, or more or less he hoped he could, she was something else when pissed.
His older brother was not known to share well, and in his new found resolve Inuyasha wanted Kikyo by his side, no, sharing would not be an option, but to take something from the taiyoukai was like asking for death on a silver platter, specially his precious ‘chew toy‘. Finishing dressing he was already angry, he’d had enough unwanted conversations to know exactly what type of male his brother had been to Kikyo, and his anger boiled at the idea of the almost depraved things he had been told. He looked at the female who still sat on his bed, with worry in her eyes, and the sight made his heart clench, he wondered what she was thinking, or even if she was thinking along the same lines as him, he needed to know, but he was afraid to ask.
Kikyo was not much better off, her fears were now going from one evil to the greater other evil , Sesshomaru’s wrath was fearsome to say the least but so was Kagome’s. Of all the things she knew her sister could do and get away with, of all the things Kagome could literally inflect upon her from curses, to hexes, and even physically hurting her, Kikyo was just unsure. Her thoughts became even more scared, knowing that if Sesshomaru so much as scented Inuyasha on her being he wouldn’t stop Kagome no matter what she did. If anything she had learned was that it was never good to be on Kagome’s bad side, one broken jaw, many stitches, and a few weeks of healing had taught her that much, her jaw still clicked when she opened it took wide, even years later. Not to mention that the taiyoukai could literally melt her, and there would be no evidence, she nearly cringed at the idea.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad, maybe this was the point, maybe she wasn’t supposed to be with the hot headed, evil tempted, mean, callous cold inu youkai, she only hoped that no matter what she and Inuyasha would be alive when the sun came up. Kagome was well with in her legal rights to kill Inuyasha in ‘defense’, and so was Sesshomaru in her own case, though she was a horribly weak miko, she was still a miko, and it wasn’t a secret she wasn’t exactly the purest one out there. She sighed audibly while she watched the white hair hanyou dress, he had such boyish charms, and though he was crass, and arrogant in a cocky way, it was all together charming. It seemed that her dealings with Sesshomaru had at least prepared her well for Inuyasha, in fact Inuyasha was like a cakewalk, and if anything she felt so much more at ease around this male then her own.
Minutes later and finally both willing partners in crime were dressed, it was awkward to say the least, though she could feel his anger rolling off of him, she would see the slight blush on his cheek letting her own that he was somewhat embarrassed now. She smirked a bit and knew she was going to have to be the adult, they needed to confront their supposed ‘loved ones.’ Finding Sesshomaru would be easy, she knew without a doubt that he would be at home, waiting for her like always, she gritted her teeth at the idea, but for once the prospects were not so bad, for once she would be able to walk away from his anger, or at least she hoped she would be able to. Kikyo laced her fingers with Inuyasha’s and lead them downstairs, she stopped in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, she had a feeling she’d need to be hydrated no matter what the out come of this night, yes finding Sesshomaru would be easy, according to Inuyasha finding Kagome would also be easy, it was surviving them that would be hard.
They took her car, leaving his because at least his was registered to that house, Inuyasha didn’t tell her it was also because the car was in Kagome’s name, and if she was in a rightfully vengeful mood she could call into the police and report it stolen, but then he didn’t know that Kikyo’s car was listed under Sesshomaru’s name. It took about forty minutes for them to reach Sesshomaru’s home, Inuyasha had never been there, frankly he wasn’t paying attention for the drive and had no idea how they’d gotten there, or how long it had taken. “The lights are all out, is he in there?” Kikyo had also been in her own thoughts about all the various ways her tiayoukai would probably attempt to kill her in, she had to admit she had a fucked up mind to think of some of that stuff, but then know it was still a very real possibility that any of those thoughts could easily become the truth.
“What? Oh, he always has the light off, says he doesn’t need them to see.” She answered nonchalantly, as she fumbled with her house keys while going to the door, she was at least a little relieved to note that Inuyasha was still with her, that he wouldn’t leave her alone in ‘the lion’s den.’ Kikyo expected to have the door flung open, a snarl in her face, roaring under his breath about where she had been, she expected pain, and physically flinched in anticipation of what never came. Inuyasha had been puzzled by her actions, but then he thought better of it, knowing himself, being a half-breed, Inuyasha knew Inu were possessive, even he was sometimes bad about this, he could only imagine what it was like to have to deal with a full inu, Sesshomaru at that. He placed a soothing hand on her back and rubbed for a bit which seemed to calm her greatly.
“I don’t smell him here, I mean his scent is everywhere but I don’t smell him here, now.” He didn’t want to lie to her, Sesshomaru’s scent was indeed all over the place, but he could barely smell it, thought there was another scent a familiar scent he couldn’t place he brushed it off with a mental ‘Keh.’; He mentally cursed the new moon again, tomorrow he’d be human but now his senses were already going off, he hated it. Kikyo nodded and turned on the first light switch, before putting her small purse and keys on the table by the door, slipping her shoes off, Inuyasha followed suit, and walking in. Helping her pull off her coat Inuyasha got a good look around, the room was decorated in crimson and cream, it didn’t really look like something Kikyo would pick which meant that this was Sesshomaru’s tastes. Inuyasha would never admit it, but he liked that way it all looked, it was strong and masculine, and if he didn’t hate his brother so much he could give credit for the look to the older male, but he did hate him, and so with that came his hate for the crimson and cream coloring.
Kikyo stepped farther into the house to brave the wrath of the easily enraged demon lord leaving the male at her side to do as he pleased, Inuyasha settled on the sofa, it was firm but soft in all the right places, getting himself more comfortable he soon noticed what seemed to be Kagome’s camera. If it was possible for him in his olive skinned glory to pale, he would have, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so he turned it on. It looked just like Kagome’s, like the one she had earlier that night, when he and Kikyo had been in the shower. Stealing himself for the possibility that it was in fact Kagome’s camera, he turned the small silver device on, and waited for the light buzzing to end, signaling that it was on. Turning the camera, its small 4.0” x 2.75” screen reflected what was before him, obviously it was ready to take a new image, studying the mechanics of the camera for a moment Inuyasha flipped through the images, he was relieved to see that none were of him and Kikyo, he had thought they would be. Instead the small silver device was filled with imagery in black and white, captivating, stills of an old man and a small boy that looked very much like that older human.
There were images of a shrine, a holy place, he didn’t it too strange, he knew Kikyo was a miko, even if her powers weren’t very strong, but he did think it odd that he had such a simi-professional camera, almost as if it was a hobby. They hadn’t talked so much about their lives, but he knew Kagome had the same hobby, and her room’s walls were covered in black and whites of things she’d seen and done in her life, images that while not similar in life, were similar in imagery. There was a nagging feeling he had, holding that camera, something that didn’t sit right with him, something he had to ask, “Hey Kikyo?” he waited for her reply, which by now was coming from upstairs. He threw his arm on the back of the sofa, and turned his face expectantly to see when she came back down.
“Yeah?”
“Did you leave your camera down here on the sofa?” he asked, hoping that he was wrong that this was in fact either Kikyo’s or at least Sesshomaru’s. Kikyo was coming back downstairs now, she had gone upstairs to see if her tiayoukai was up there, she hadn’t taken the time to really look around for the details of the rooms, only that the being was not. Had she actually looked, she would have noticed that some of his clothes were thrown about as if taken off in a hurry, which was unlike him entirely, or that in his perfectly stoic and set organized closet a suit was missing, along with a tie from the tie shelf, but she hadn’t taken the time to notice these things, she had gone looking for him and didn’t find him. Reaching the down stairs level of the house, for it was no home for her, Kikyo looked at Inuyasha, and held her hand out expectedly for the camera, she wasn’t disappointed when it was thrust easily into her open and waiting hand.
Looking at the images, she knew it wasn’t her’s and she doubted that it was Sesshomaru, why would he have images of a shrine, pushing passed those images though, she ended up confirming Inuyasha’s fears. Her startled breath alarmed him, and when he turned to see her, Kikyo looked as though she was going to cry, but the look was odd, he could tell if it was due to anger or due to stress, or worse if the image she had found had really upset her, standing quickly and throwing himself over the sofa so that he was now on her side, he leaned in over her shoulder to look at the image. There in color was Kikyo and Kagome along with a younger male that looked like them both, the girls had smiles on their faces, though he could see it didn’t meet either of their eyes, both dressed in the same horrible looking Christmas sweaters that only a mother could think was cute, he knew then the camera was Kagome’s but he had to ask, just to be sure, after all no matter what they were family, right? Family no matter what always stood up for family, right? It was then that an images of a sneering Sesshomaru crossed his mind, and he preyed to all the kami’s above that this was Kikyo’s camera, the implications if it weren’t were too much for even him to think of at the moment.
Across town…
Sesshomaru and the guys had been having an interesting conversation, he would admit to himself that the male with violet eyes, though obviously a lecherous cad, was indeed a male worthy of note. He felt oddly proud that these were the beings in his soon to be mates life, though they were an odd mix of beings, he could see very well even after only a little bit of time having been spent with them the virtue they both held. As it related to Kagome, they both acted as though they were older brothers, and neither male had showed him fear, even though he knew the kitsune could see just who he was, and judging by the fact that Sesshomaru could feel the holy waves of energy rolling off of the violet eyed male‘s body, Miroku he thought, he was fairly sure that he could see those markings as well. He wondered if Kagome even knew that the male on her arm this night was not just a prince of the lands as Inuyasha was, but an actual Lord, She had shocked him with her powers, he hadn’t felt them, but he was thinking about it, she had to have known.
Just as the males were about to get back into the conversation on politics, and society, the females returned. The youngest of the bunch ran up happily to the kitsune kissing his cheek and whispering things only lovers should hear into his ear, while the eldest sat pleasantly beside Miroku, placing her hand on the human’s thigh and rubbing it while leaning into her male. It was amazing to read the body language of this group, they were seated at a booth, Miroku and Sango in the back of the booth, the males arms were up and resting on the back of the seating, so that when his female came back he could put his arm around her possessively. Though the male had no reason to fear Sesshomaru, and he showed no such fear in either visional or by scent, it was an obvious declaration, this female was his, even her only subconscious reply, the stroking of his thigh spoke as much.
It only took seconds to process all of this as hi eyes darted to the pair ‘in love‘, the kitsune had his arm around the young ones waist, pulling her into him as she in turn cupped his ear to her moth and spoke non-sense that left the young kit smirking like a cat that caught the mouse. It was then that he turned his head to see his own vision of perfection walking towards him, Kagome had pulled her hair down from that ridiculous bun, having noticed her hair being pulled up on the drive over, seeing it down again made her look like a dark angel, but that dress made her look like the devil’s spawn, he could think of so many naughty things he would be doing to her before the night was over. Standing Sesshomaru pulled out her chair for her, the booth wasn’t big enough to accommodate six, specially 2 of them being youkai, so they had pulled chairs out, and sat on the other end of Sango and Miroku.
The other two females had actually given Kagome a look that said in so many ways, ‘How sweet’ or possible, ‘So charming,’ either way he was pleased, Sesshomaru wanted to gain ground in her small pack, and no matter how much the males might like him he knew all to well even in a patriarchal society it was the woman that ruled all, hell even his mother could still bend his father’s will and they had been divorced since he was three. As his female sat, though, he noticed just how she looked, her hair looked tossed and wild, the mere sight made him want to run his fingers in the silken mass. There was a slight blush on her slightly sun kissed skin, her lips were glossed still and ever so pouty, and her eyes held this smug look of satisfaction at her friends reply to him being a gentleman. Honestly she hadn’t expected it, it wasn’t like she was used to be treated as such, specially not after being around Inuyasha for so long, honestly it was a bit of a shock. She noticed that his arm found the back of her chair, but it was not in a sence that he was attempting something, though she didn’t think she’d mind if he did.
Casting her eyes to the side, a ‘Mona Lisa’ smile playing on her face, Kagome drank in the sight of Sesshomaru, he was indeed a handsome male. He looked the picture of relaxed sitting next to her, she leaned in towards him just a bit, her legs crossing at the knee under the table, while his did the same in a more masculine way so that his ankle sat on his knee. She wasn’t paying attention to the conversation any of them were having, her mind set on licking his person with her eyes, but she was keeping an ear open just in case they did happen to address her, always and odd but useful talent she had. He just looked so yummy, so lick able, she thought as she pulled her lower lip with her teeth distracted at the sight of him, again causing her arousal to spike, but of coarse only Shippo could smell it besides Sesshomaru.
It had been over an hour since he had first gotten a sniff of Kagome’s arousal, and now in this place it smelt fantastic, Sesshomaru swallowed dryly, trying to keep the red from his eyes. It was then when Kagome saw his eyes that she was very aware of her attraction to the silver haired sex god of a male that she had come here with. Inwardly Kagome had the overwhelming desire to be dominated roughly by him, to have his claw rake down her body leaving sinfully painful yet pleasurable streaks down her form. She could feel her breath becoming a bit erratic, her heart beating a bit faster as her wild thoughts ran rampant, while visions of naked Sesshomaru’s danced in her head.
Sensitive ears picked up on the miko’s sinfully delightful problem, it was then that he placed his hand on her thigh, honestly no one could see his hands so they had no idea that while the right hand began to caress Kagome, the left had been handling the memory card from her camera. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to keep the images, it was just that, if he needed proof for any reason against his brother, or his ‘chew toy’ he’d have it, Sesshomaru was simply not a male to be trifled with. Kagome’s eyes fluttered closed, as her lips parted allowing her to let a small puff of hair to be released, the tiny almost inaudible moan leaving her throat caused Sesshomaru’s hand to tighten just a bit, and Kagome’s eyes opened once again.
The music had just started, meaning it was time for the live band’s second set, standing in one graceful moment Kagome offered her hand to Sesshomaru, “You did say you danced.” she said rather huskily, while her eyes cast down upon him the wanton bitch he knew her to be. Mischief played behind those bright blue orbs, He could hear the distinct sound of an acoustic guitar being strummed and she pulled him up and out of his chair without saying a word, he paused in her ministrations to pull of his jacket, laying it on the back of his chair, and followed her swaying hips out to the floor. She wasn’t being a minx, he could see that, it was the natural sway of her very round perfect hips that moved on a subconscious level with the sound of the music, soon the sound of the drummers high-hat chimed in time with the seducing music that had her hips moving.
The guitar player began to sing, but Sesshomaru didn’t really hear the words as he was paying attention to the woman, She had spun in spot casting those alluring eyes his direction, the piano too started playing lightly with the beat, and Kagome held out her hand, he wasn’t sure what dance to dance to this music yet, but he waited for her queues.
Across town….
Kikyo realized that Kagome had come to her home, and the absence of her taiyoukai made her feel sick, what were they doing what were they up to, he knew, and she knew and that was back for both Inuyasha and herself. Yet at the same time she was pissed, why come here, why come after her? She thought, Kagome didn’t retaliate towards her, ever, the broken jaw had been the only time she had ever returned a favor that Kikyo had given her. Why now? What was Inuyasha to her that Kagome would come to Sesshomaru, it was a question she needed answering, so without fail she turned to him and asked, “ Just what kind of relationship do you and my sister have?” she asked the hanyou.
“Not much of one.” he answered thinking about it honestly. Really they didn’t have a relationship, he was just there, but he had been the only one there for a very long time.
“How long have you been going out?” she asked him.
“You don’t know?” he asked almost incredulously forgetting that the two women were like day and night, they preferred not to interact, and she gave him an according glare to say as much. Sighing heavily, she knew she needed to get changed, and they needed to find Kagome and Sesshomaru. Going up to her room she finally noticed the slight mess, and the missing cloths, Kikyo was by far not a house wife type, yes she liked to spend money and go to tennis matches with other ‘elite’ women, women that belonged to men of power like her taiyoukai. She thrived on it, but the suit, shirt and tie that were missing were not what her taiyoukai would ever wear, she had always wanted to see him in the black three-piece, thinking them sexy, and the crimson shirt was a dire change from his stiff whites, blacks, grays and blues, his boardroom colors. That shirt was the bright spot in his collection of chair mentality clothing, she had always wanted to see him in some color, but he had never worn it for her. EVER. And now she found it missing along with the male in question.
Anger started to well in her like a snake waiting to strike, what had Kagome said to the tiayoukai to sway him so? what would she give him to make him leave her like this? “Two can play at this game, sister.” she said angrily to herself as she went to her own closet and found a light grey dress, the dress itself wasn’t all that ornate, but it was shimmered a bit, and was form fitting. She didn’t get blessed with Kagome’s body, she had always been jealous of that, Kagome’s breasts were bigger, and didn’t leave a male wanting for more, or wishing for less, Kagome’s legs were longer, her hips wider, her hair fuller and darker, even her lips pouted better then Kikyo’s own. They were not identical, and Kagome was the younger sister, but genetically speaking Kagome got the better end of the deal, though both were beautiful, Kagome had a classic beauty that many paid to copy, while Kikyo was also beautiful she had to work much harder to attain the same effect.
Dressing with the speed of a mad woman, Kikyo dawned a pair of black pumps, giving her legs a lengthier look, dashing down the stairs quickly she found Inuyasha sitting looked still at the pictures in the camera. She tugged on his arm telling him it was time to go. Getting out of the house, she had left the lights on everywhere, she didn’t care, depending on how this night turned out she doubted she’d see this place again alive, but then who knew stranger things had happened before. Not waiting for Inuyasha to open the door because she had already figured out that he would not, she unlocked her car and tossed the keys to him, as he got in the drivers seat, “Lets go.” was all she said.
“Where?”
“You said you knew where Kagome would be, well she’s with Sesshomaru so he’s there too. Go there.” answered Kikyo a little pissed about the situation.
“Is that why you got dressed up?” he asked as he began his way to the interstate, towards Harajuku.
“Hn.” was all she said as she took time to think of why she was going this, what were her reasons. She didn’t know by knowing they were going to the Harajuku district, she knew she had a bit of time to think on it.
At the club…
Kagome’s leg was wrapped around his hip, her heat pressing dangerously into his own, causing a damn fire to burn deep within him, oh yes he knew what she was doing but it didn’t matter in the end he would have her, and she would pay for teasing him. Her body was taught against his own, his hand on her lower back holding her to him, as he bent in and kissed her torso up as she came face to face with him, those heated kissing lingering on her neck longer then she thought possible. Her eyes were glassed over in a full bloom of lust. The words of the guitar playing barley registered to their brain and secretly both thought it an ironic play on events in the words of such a simple song, ‘I know I don’t know you, but I want you. So. Bad. Everyone has a secret, but can they keep it?‘ He pulled her around the floor in a circular motion, their bodies moving like liquid, so perfectly, and seductively, that other couples including those in their own group and those not were being effected by their dance.
Locking her half laden lust filled eyes with his own, they had a silent conversation, as he pulled her body towards his own, allowing her to sway here and there with him, as they had sex on the dance floor. No they were not in the throws of passion, but their dance could nearly be mistaken for such, the looks in their eyes, the touches and feelings they both had when at the mercy of the other, it was erotic to watch. Rin at one point or another had to take a drink of water watching them just to calm herself, ideally she wondered if this what they dance like what will it be like when they couple, the idea had her thinking of her own mate. Turning to Shippo she noticed he already had a faint blush upon his own cheeks, of coarse unlike the rest of the room he and Sesshomaru seemed to be the only demons, so he and the silver dog were the only ones aware of how much the dancing couple was really effecting everyone. Shippo couldn’t even look at Miroku, the waves he was giving off was ridiculous.
Ideally Sesshomaru wondered how long he’d have to stay here, he supposed it would be until his idiot brother and the ‘chew toy’ showed up. He wasn’t really sure about the plan of hers as far as it related to upsetting and getting back at their former other haves but he would admit to himself that it was well worth coming out and dancing with her, to have her body pressed against him like this. This was probably the most clothing he had ever wore for foreplay, and by the scent of her that’s exactly what this was, he found himself wishing Inuyasha and Kikyo would just show up so that he could take Kagome home and have his way with her. All thinking though had to stop when he brought her back for the end of the song, and her lips met his, it was a passionate kiss but not a needy one, when they parted he could clearly see the blush in her features, and the spike in her arousal, my what a fun night indeed.
Of all the thoughts that crossed his mind that day, it was that he cursed the moon, further more cursing his father and his mother, and their damn love that made, no, birthed him a hanyou. Had he not been hanyou he wouldn’t have to worry about the new moon, had it not been the night before the new moon, his senses would have been better. He could have scented the stink of his half-brother deeply imbedded into the female that he took into his home, Kagome’s home, his brain reminded him dejectedly, knowing that ‘his’ female actually owned and paid the bills for this house. Mostly he could have prevented himself from falling into this bottomless pit a situation, he could have prevented having to deal with a very pissed off yet murderously calm Kagome, let alone a livid but seemingly placid Sesshomaru. On a thought that had nothing to do with his current situation Inuyasha had to wonder, just how one could be angry enough to tear the world apart and yet have an indifferently calm face all the time, both Kagome and Sesshomaru could do that and it was unnerving. As he dressed he cursed himself, he cursed the moon again, he cursed his father again, he was more or less just annoyed about his mother for he could never truly curse her, but he cursed Kikyo, he damn sure cursed Sesshomaru, and he cursed Kagome most of all.
He thought about everything as he pulled out a grey button down shirt with some kind of crimson print on the hem of his left side lapel, it was a shirt that Kagome had gotten him, and began mindlessly buttoning. Inuyasha thought about three years of his life that he had been faithful, loyal to only her, had waited for her to open up to him physically and not just emotionally, about how he had tried to be the best male a female could want. But Kagome wasn’t just any female, she was smart, a genius even and independent… defiant… fiery, she didn’t need him for anything. But she asked him to stay knowing she didn’t needed him, and that had comforted him for a very long time. But she didn’t want him, he thought, Kagome didn’t fawn over him, didn’t try to seduce him, more often then not she pushed him away and forced him to feel like the bad guy for wanting a more physical relationship.
Kagome was the one always gone on business trips, and she was the one that left in the middle of the night on, ‘strolls to get her mind together’, she was the one with the obsession with her job and her computer, and even her photography. She didn’t make room for him to live along side her as an intended should, she had never really allowed herself to be more then a roommate with ‘petting privileges‘, he thought with more anger, she had always used him to be a shoulder to cry on, the male that gave the comforting hugs, said ‘It’ll be alright.’ True he was just a few months younger then Kagome, and now he knew Kikyo too, he hadn’t had sex in three long hard years if it didn’t include his hand, no sex since he was twenty one, until tonight, he thought. And the more he thought about himself, Kagome, and their relationship, the more he was glad that this had happened.
Somehow his despair at the situation was slowly turning to anger. How dare she!, he thought angrily, she should be the one on her hands and knees asking for forgiveness, had she not held out so long, it would have been her in the shower. Kagome was literally a bitch, and he was tired of putting up with her and everything that came with her. In one night with Kikyo he had literally made a deeper connection then he had with Kagome after three years, and he was honestly glad for it. Now the only thing he had to worry about seeing as his mind was made up that no matter what he would not return to the relationship with Kagome,-- if you could even call it that, his inner-self retorted--, was how this was all going to work out. He still had to worry about Kikyo, and Sesshoamru. Kagome he figured he could deal with, or more or less he hoped he could, she was something else when pissed.
His older brother was not known to share well, and in his new found resolve Inuyasha wanted Kikyo by his side, no, sharing would not be an option, but to take something from the taiyoukai was like asking for death on a silver platter, specially his precious ‘chew toy‘. Finishing dressing he was already angry, he’d had enough unwanted conversations to know exactly what type of male his brother had been to Kikyo, and his anger boiled at the idea of the almost depraved things he had been told. He looked at the female who still sat on his bed, with worry in her eyes, and the sight made his heart clench, he wondered what she was thinking, or even if she was thinking along the same lines as him, he needed to know, but he was afraid to ask.
Kikyo was not much better off, her fears were now going from one evil to the greater other evil , Sesshomaru’s wrath was fearsome to say the least but so was Kagome’s. Of all the things she knew her sister could do and get away with, of all the things Kagome could literally inflect upon her from curses, to hexes, and even physically hurting her, Kikyo was just unsure. Her thoughts became even more scared, knowing that if Sesshomaru so much as scented Inuyasha on her being he wouldn’t stop Kagome no matter what she did. If anything she had learned was that it was never good to be on Kagome’s bad side, one broken jaw, many stitches, and a few weeks of healing had taught her that much, her jaw still clicked when she opened it took wide, even years later. Not to mention that the taiyoukai could literally melt her, and there would be no evidence, she nearly cringed at the idea.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad, maybe this was the point, maybe she wasn’t supposed to be with the hot headed, evil tempted, mean, callous cold inu youkai, she only hoped that no matter what she and Inuyasha would be alive when the sun came up. Kagome was well with in her legal rights to kill Inuyasha in ‘defense’, and so was Sesshomaru in her own case, though she was a horribly weak miko, she was still a miko, and it wasn’t a secret she wasn’t exactly the purest one out there. She sighed audibly while she watched the white hair hanyou dress, he had such boyish charms, and though he was crass, and arrogant in a cocky way, it was all together charming. It seemed that her dealings with Sesshomaru had at least prepared her well for Inuyasha, in fact Inuyasha was like a cakewalk, and if anything she felt so much more at ease around this male then her own.
Minutes later and finally both willing partners in crime were dressed, it was awkward to say the least, though she could feel his anger rolling off of him, she would see the slight blush on his cheek letting her own that he was somewhat embarrassed now. She smirked a bit and knew she was going to have to be the adult, they needed to confront their supposed ‘loved ones.’ Finding Sesshomaru would be easy, she knew without a doubt that he would be at home, waiting for her like always, she gritted her teeth at the idea, but for once the prospects were not so bad, for once she would be able to walk away from his anger, or at least she hoped she would be able to. Kikyo laced her fingers with Inuyasha’s and lead them downstairs, she stopped in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, she had a feeling she’d need to be hydrated no matter what the out come of this night, yes finding Sesshomaru would be easy, according to Inuyasha finding Kagome would also be easy, it was surviving them that would be hard.
They took her car, leaving his because at least his was registered to that house, Inuyasha didn’t tell her it was also because the car was in Kagome’s name, and if she was in a rightfully vengeful mood she could call into the police and report it stolen, but then he didn’t know that Kikyo’s car was listed under Sesshomaru’s name. It took about forty minutes for them to reach Sesshomaru’s home, Inuyasha had never been there, frankly he wasn’t paying attention for the drive and had no idea how they’d gotten there, or how long it had taken. “The lights are all out, is he in there?” Kikyo had also been in her own thoughts about all the various ways her tiayoukai would probably attempt to kill her in, she had to admit she had a fucked up mind to think of some of that stuff, but then know it was still a very real possibility that any of those thoughts could easily become the truth.
“What? Oh, he always has the light off, says he doesn’t need them to see.” She answered nonchalantly, as she fumbled with her house keys while going to the door, she was at least a little relieved to note that Inuyasha was still with her, that he wouldn’t leave her alone in ‘the lion’s den.’ Kikyo expected to have the door flung open, a snarl in her face, roaring under his breath about where she had been, she expected pain, and physically flinched in anticipation of what never came. Inuyasha had been puzzled by her actions, but then he thought better of it, knowing himself, being a half-breed, Inuyasha knew Inu were possessive, even he was sometimes bad about this, he could only imagine what it was like to have to deal with a full inu, Sesshomaru at that. He placed a soothing hand on her back and rubbed for a bit which seemed to calm her greatly.
“I don’t smell him here, I mean his scent is everywhere but I don’t smell him here, now.” He didn’t want to lie to her, Sesshomaru’s scent was indeed all over the place, but he could barely smell it, thought there was another scent a familiar scent he couldn’t place he brushed it off with a mental ‘Keh.’; He mentally cursed the new moon again, tomorrow he’d be human but now his senses were already going off, he hated it. Kikyo nodded and turned on the first light switch, before putting her small purse and keys on the table by the door, slipping her shoes off, Inuyasha followed suit, and walking in. Helping her pull off her coat Inuyasha got a good look around, the room was decorated in crimson and cream, it didn’t really look like something Kikyo would pick which meant that this was Sesshomaru’s tastes. Inuyasha would never admit it, but he liked that way it all looked, it was strong and masculine, and if he didn’t hate his brother so much he could give credit for the look to the older male, but he did hate him, and so with that came his hate for the crimson and cream coloring.
Kikyo stepped farther into the house to brave the wrath of the easily enraged demon lord leaving the male at her side to do as he pleased, Inuyasha settled on the sofa, it was firm but soft in all the right places, getting himself more comfortable he soon noticed what seemed to be Kagome’s camera. If it was possible for him in his olive skinned glory to pale, he would have, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so he turned it on. It looked just like Kagome’s, like the one she had earlier that night, when he and Kikyo had been in the shower. Stealing himself for the possibility that it was in fact Kagome’s camera, he turned the small silver device on, and waited for the light buzzing to end, signaling that it was on. Turning the camera, its small 4.0” x 2.75” screen reflected what was before him, obviously it was ready to take a new image, studying the mechanics of the camera for a moment Inuyasha flipped through the images, he was relieved to see that none were of him and Kikyo, he had thought they would be. Instead the small silver device was filled with imagery in black and white, captivating, stills of an old man and a small boy that looked very much like that older human.
There were images of a shrine, a holy place, he didn’t it too strange, he knew Kikyo was a miko, even if her powers weren’t very strong, but he did think it odd that he had such a simi-professional camera, almost as if it was a hobby. They hadn’t talked so much about their lives, but he knew Kagome had the same hobby, and her room’s walls were covered in black and whites of things she’d seen and done in her life, images that while not similar in life, were similar in imagery. There was a nagging feeling he had, holding that camera, something that didn’t sit right with him, something he had to ask, “Hey Kikyo?” he waited for her reply, which by now was coming from upstairs. He threw his arm on the back of the sofa, and turned his face expectantly to see when she came back down.
“Yeah?”
“Did you leave your camera down here on the sofa?” he asked, hoping that he was wrong that this was in fact either Kikyo’s or at least Sesshomaru’s. Kikyo was coming back downstairs now, she had gone upstairs to see if her tiayoukai was up there, she hadn’t taken the time to really look around for the details of the rooms, only that the being was not. Had she actually looked, she would have noticed that some of his clothes were thrown about as if taken off in a hurry, which was unlike him entirely, or that in his perfectly stoic and set organized closet a suit was missing, along with a tie from the tie shelf, but she hadn’t taken the time to notice these things, she had gone looking for him and didn’t find him. Reaching the down stairs level of the house, for it was no home for her, Kikyo looked at Inuyasha, and held her hand out expectedly for the camera, she wasn’t disappointed when it was thrust easily into her open and waiting hand.
Looking at the images, she knew it wasn’t her’s and she doubted that it was Sesshomaru, why would he have images of a shrine, pushing passed those images though, she ended up confirming Inuyasha’s fears. Her startled breath alarmed him, and when he turned to see her, Kikyo looked as though she was going to cry, but the look was odd, he could tell if it was due to anger or due to stress, or worse if the image she had found had really upset her, standing quickly and throwing himself over the sofa so that he was now on her side, he leaned in over her shoulder to look at the image. There in color was Kikyo and Kagome along with a younger male that looked like them both, the girls had smiles on their faces, though he could see it didn’t meet either of their eyes, both dressed in the same horrible looking Christmas sweaters that only a mother could think was cute, he knew then the camera was Kagome’s but he had to ask, just to be sure, after all no matter what they were family, right? Family no matter what always stood up for family, right? It was then that an images of a sneering Sesshomaru crossed his mind, and he preyed to all the kami’s above that this was Kikyo’s camera, the implications if it weren’t were too much for even him to think of at the moment.
Across town…
Sesshomaru and the guys had been having an interesting conversation, he would admit to himself that the male with violet eyes, though obviously a lecherous cad, was indeed a male worthy of note. He felt oddly proud that these were the beings in his soon to be mates life, though they were an odd mix of beings, he could see very well even after only a little bit of time having been spent with them the virtue they both held. As it related to Kagome, they both acted as though they were older brothers, and neither male had showed him fear, even though he knew the kitsune could see just who he was, and judging by the fact that Sesshomaru could feel the holy waves of energy rolling off of the violet eyed male‘s body, Miroku he thought, he was fairly sure that he could see those markings as well. He wondered if Kagome even knew that the male on her arm this night was not just a prince of the lands as Inuyasha was, but an actual Lord, She had shocked him with her powers, he hadn’t felt them, but he was thinking about it, she had to have known.
Just as the males were about to get back into the conversation on politics, and society, the females returned. The youngest of the bunch ran up happily to the kitsune kissing his cheek and whispering things only lovers should hear into his ear, while the eldest sat pleasantly beside Miroku, placing her hand on the human’s thigh and rubbing it while leaning into her male. It was amazing to read the body language of this group, they were seated at a booth, Miroku and Sango in the back of the booth, the males arms were up and resting on the back of the seating, so that when his female came back he could put his arm around her possessively. Though the male had no reason to fear Sesshomaru, and he showed no such fear in either visional or by scent, it was an obvious declaration, this female was his, even her only subconscious reply, the stroking of his thigh spoke as much.
It only took seconds to process all of this as hi eyes darted to the pair ‘in love‘, the kitsune had his arm around the young ones waist, pulling her into him as she in turn cupped his ear to her moth and spoke non-sense that left the young kit smirking like a cat that caught the mouse. It was then that he turned his head to see his own vision of perfection walking towards him, Kagome had pulled her hair down from that ridiculous bun, having noticed her hair being pulled up on the drive over, seeing it down again made her look like a dark angel, but that dress made her look like the devil’s spawn, he could think of so many naughty things he would be doing to her before the night was over. Standing Sesshomaru pulled out her chair for her, the booth wasn’t big enough to accommodate six, specially 2 of them being youkai, so they had pulled chairs out, and sat on the other end of Sango and Miroku.
The other two females had actually given Kagome a look that said in so many ways, ‘How sweet’ or possible, ‘So charming,’ either way he was pleased, Sesshomaru wanted to gain ground in her small pack, and no matter how much the males might like him he knew all to well even in a patriarchal society it was the woman that ruled all, hell even his mother could still bend his father’s will and they had been divorced since he was three. As his female sat, though, he noticed just how she looked, her hair looked tossed and wild, the mere sight made him want to run his fingers in the silken mass. There was a slight blush on her slightly sun kissed skin, her lips were glossed still and ever so pouty, and her eyes held this smug look of satisfaction at her friends reply to him being a gentleman. Honestly she hadn’t expected it, it wasn’t like she was used to be treated as such, specially not after being around Inuyasha for so long, honestly it was a bit of a shock. She noticed that his arm found the back of her chair, but it was not in a sence that he was attempting something, though she didn’t think she’d mind if he did.
Casting her eyes to the side, a ‘Mona Lisa’ smile playing on her face, Kagome drank in the sight of Sesshomaru, he was indeed a handsome male. He looked the picture of relaxed sitting next to her, she leaned in towards him just a bit, her legs crossing at the knee under the table, while his did the same in a more masculine way so that his ankle sat on his knee. She wasn’t paying attention to the conversation any of them were having, her mind set on licking his person with her eyes, but she was keeping an ear open just in case they did happen to address her, always and odd but useful talent she had. He just looked so yummy, so lick able, she thought as she pulled her lower lip with her teeth distracted at the sight of him, again causing her arousal to spike, but of coarse only Shippo could smell it besides Sesshomaru.
It had been over an hour since he had first gotten a sniff of Kagome’s arousal, and now in this place it smelt fantastic, Sesshomaru swallowed dryly, trying to keep the red from his eyes. It was then when Kagome saw his eyes that she was very aware of her attraction to the silver haired sex god of a male that she had come here with. Inwardly Kagome had the overwhelming desire to be dominated roughly by him, to have his claw rake down her body leaving sinfully painful yet pleasurable streaks down her form. She could feel her breath becoming a bit erratic, her heart beating a bit faster as her wild thoughts ran rampant, while visions of naked Sesshomaru’s danced in her head.
Sensitive ears picked up on the miko’s sinfully delightful problem, it was then that he placed his hand on her thigh, honestly no one could see his hands so they had no idea that while the right hand began to caress Kagome, the left had been handling the memory card from her camera. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to keep the images, it was just that, if he needed proof for any reason against his brother, or his ‘chew toy’ he’d have it, Sesshomaru was simply not a male to be trifled with. Kagome’s eyes fluttered closed, as her lips parted allowing her to let a small puff of hair to be released, the tiny almost inaudible moan leaving her throat caused Sesshomaru’s hand to tighten just a bit, and Kagome’s eyes opened once again.
The music had just started, meaning it was time for the live band’s second set, standing in one graceful moment Kagome offered her hand to Sesshomaru, “You did say you danced.” she said rather huskily, while her eyes cast down upon him the wanton bitch he knew her to be. Mischief played behind those bright blue orbs, He could hear the distinct sound of an acoustic guitar being strummed and she pulled him up and out of his chair without saying a word, he paused in her ministrations to pull of his jacket, laying it on the back of his chair, and followed her swaying hips out to the floor. She wasn’t being a minx, he could see that, it was the natural sway of her very round perfect hips that moved on a subconscious level with the sound of the music, soon the sound of the drummers high-hat chimed in time with the seducing music that had her hips moving.
The guitar player began to sing, but Sesshomaru didn’t really hear the words as he was paying attention to the woman, She had spun in spot casting those alluring eyes his direction, the piano too started playing lightly with the beat, and Kagome held out her hand, he wasn’t sure what dance to dance to this music yet, but he waited for her queues.
Across town….
Kikyo realized that Kagome had come to her home, and the absence of her taiyoukai made her feel sick, what were they doing what were they up to, he knew, and she knew and that was back for both Inuyasha and herself. Yet at the same time she was pissed, why come here, why come after her? She thought, Kagome didn’t retaliate towards her, ever, the broken jaw had been the only time she had ever returned a favor that Kikyo had given her. Why now? What was Inuyasha to her that Kagome would come to Sesshomaru, it was a question she needed answering, so without fail she turned to him and asked, “ Just what kind of relationship do you and my sister have?” she asked the hanyou.
“Not much of one.” he answered thinking about it honestly. Really they didn’t have a relationship, he was just there, but he had been the only one there for a very long time.
“How long have you been going out?” she asked him.
“You don’t know?” he asked almost incredulously forgetting that the two women were like day and night, they preferred not to interact, and she gave him an according glare to say as much. Sighing heavily, she knew she needed to get changed, and they needed to find Kagome and Sesshomaru. Going up to her room she finally noticed the slight mess, and the missing cloths, Kikyo was by far not a house wife type, yes she liked to spend money and go to tennis matches with other ‘elite’ women, women that belonged to men of power like her taiyoukai. She thrived on it, but the suit, shirt and tie that were missing were not what her taiyoukai would ever wear, she had always wanted to see him in the black three-piece, thinking them sexy, and the crimson shirt was a dire change from his stiff whites, blacks, grays and blues, his boardroom colors. That shirt was the bright spot in his collection of chair mentality clothing, she had always wanted to see him in some color, but he had never worn it for her. EVER. And now she found it missing along with the male in question.
Anger started to well in her like a snake waiting to strike, what had Kagome said to the tiayoukai to sway him so? what would she give him to make him leave her like this? “Two can play at this game, sister.” she said angrily to herself as she went to her own closet and found a light grey dress, the dress itself wasn’t all that ornate, but it was shimmered a bit, and was form fitting. She didn’t get blessed with Kagome’s body, she had always been jealous of that, Kagome’s breasts were bigger, and didn’t leave a male wanting for more, or wishing for less, Kagome’s legs were longer, her hips wider, her hair fuller and darker, even her lips pouted better then Kikyo’s own. They were not identical, and Kagome was the younger sister, but genetically speaking Kagome got the better end of the deal, though both were beautiful, Kagome had a classic beauty that many paid to copy, while Kikyo was also beautiful she had to work much harder to attain the same effect.
Dressing with the speed of a mad woman, Kikyo dawned a pair of black pumps, giving her legs a lengthier look, dashing down the stairs quickly she found Inuyasha sitting looked still at the pictures in the camera. She tugged on his arm telling him it was time to go. Getting out of the house, she had left the lights on everywhere, she didn’t care, depending on how this night turned out she doubted she’d see this place again alive, but then who knew stranger things had happened before. Not waiting for Inuyasha to open the door because she had already figured out that he would not, she unlocked her car and tossed the keys to him, as he got in the drivers seat, “Lets go.” was all she said.
“Where?”
“You said you knew where Kagome would be, well she’s with Sesshomaru so he’s there too. Go there.” answered Kikyo a little pissed about the situation.
“Is that why you got dressed up?” he asked as he began his way to the interstate, towards Harajuku.
“Hn.” was all she said as she took time to think of why she was going this, what were her reasons. She didn’t know by knowing they were going to the Harajuku district, she knew she had a bit of time to think on it.
At the club…
Kagome’s leg was wrapped around his hip, her heat pressing dangerously into his own, causing a damn fire to burn deep within him, oh yes he knew what she was doing but it didn’t matter in the end he would have her, and she would pay for teasing him. Her body was taught against his own, his hand on her lower back holding her to him, as he bent in and kissed her torso up as she came face to face with him, those heated kissing lingering on her neck longer then she thought possible. Her eyes were glassed over in a full bloom of lust. The words of the guitar playing barley registered to their brain and secretly both thought it an ironic play on events in the words of such a simple song, ‘I know I don’t know you, but I want you. So. Bad. Everyone has a secret, but can they keep it?‘ He pulled her around the floor in a circular motion, their bodies moving like liquid, so perfectly, and seductively, that other couples including those in their own group and those not were being effected by their dance.
Locking her half laden lust filled eyes with his own, they had a silent conversation, as he pulled her body towards his own, allowing her to sway here and there with him, as they had sex on the dance floor. No they were not in the throws of passion, but their dance could nearly be mistaken for such, the looks in their eyes, the touches and feelings they both had when at the mercy of the other, it was erotic to watch. Rin at one point or another had to take a drink of water watching them just to calm herself, ideally she wondered if this what they dance like what will it be like when they couple, the idea had her thinking of her own mate. Turning to Shippo she noticed he already had a faint blush upon his own cheeks, of coarse unlike the rest of the room he and Sesshomaru seemed to be the only demons, so he and the silver dog were the only ones aware of how much the dancing couple was really effecting everyone. Shippo couldn’t even look at Miroku, the waves he was giving off was ridiculous.
Ideally Sesshomaru wondered how long he’d have to stay here, he supposed it would be until his idiot brother and the ‘chew toy’ showed up. He wasn’t really sure about the plan of hers as far as it related to upsetting and getting back at their former other haves but he would admit to himself that it was well worth coming out and dancing with her, to have her body pressed against him like this. This was probably the most clothing he had ever wore for foreplay, and by the scent of her that’s exactly what this was, he found himself wishing Inuyasha and Kikyo would just show up so that he could take Kagome home and have his way with her. All thinking though had to stop when he brought her back for the end of the song, and her lips met his, it was a passionate kiss but not a needy one, when they parted he could clearly see the blush in her features, and the spike in her arousal, my what a fun night indeed.