InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Hate the Game ❯ "Next to You" ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: YoukaiFate 
Warning LIME and BAD LANGUAGE, not to mention bad use of the English language...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 11.22.2006 | Pages: 7 | Words: 10.2K | Visits: 746 | Status: Completed
Warning LIME and BAD LANGUAGE, not to mention bad use of the English language...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 11.22.2006 | Pages: 7 | Words: 10.2K | Visits: 746 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the song(s) by Ciara that I have used for this fic. This story is for entertainment purposes only, grumble. If it were for money, I would use it to get myself a sexy little wolf and a sexier little inu youkai…
DON’T HATE THE GAME
A/N - I have sacrificed grammar for what sounds right for this story, even though a lot of it is probably rampant stupidity and misuse of the English language. Ah, well, fooey. It’s screwy. Deal. (haha, I would so get my ass kicked right now by a true OG…) Anywho, much appreciation and thankies for the reviews. The response to this little story shocked the smack out of me. Thank you! (Fate)
PS - I have another Sango/Kouga fic, called “The Source of Solace”, under the IY General Section on affnet. This is a blatant blerp to advertise my own crap. ~ end commercial.~
WARNING! NC17 LIME CONTENT! (EDIT ON FFNET)
“Next to You” by Ciara
I hope I don’t make you mad,
With what I’m about to say, boy.
Here we are once again,
And I’m having second thoughts, boy.
“Get off of me, wolf.”
His compellingly blue eyes wandered lazily over her bare shoulders and across the flushed tops of her curving breasts before finally rising back to meet her glare with a smug smirk. “Darling, I told you I wasn’t half done with you yet. Don’t you think I deserve a little something-something for all the shit you put me through tonight?”
Sango arched her back, straining to win free of the youkai’s pinning hold, but his solid weight was to his advantage, and she only managed to squirm around enough so that she now cradled his hips with hers. Her eyes widened as she felt something stir down there, and he grinned toothily as she stiffened in embarrassment. Increasing the pressure slightly, he nestled his raging hard-on between the soft juncture of her thighs. Her cotton underwear did little to hide the solid contours of his obvious interest, and the slick leather of his pants molded every inch of hard muscle between them.
Sango was squirming for quite another reason now, and she grit her teeth as her body all but begged for her to just give up this insane fight and give in to him. She wanted to shamelessly rub that screaming ache raging between her thighs against the sculpted contours of his rigid length, feel the heat of him firm between the melting depths of her center, surrounding and drowning, claimed and crowned…
He dipped his head, smelling her need and her arousal, and lightly nibbled the creamy skin just under her chin, dropping soft kisses down the long column of her white throat. Her eyes popped open, and she abruptly jerked her head to the side.
Taking advantage of her move to nibble along the curving shell of a delicate ear, Kouga whispered persuasively, “Give in, koi. What’s wrong with just giving in?”
She made an inarticulate sound in the back of her throat before arching her spine once more to try and heave his formidable weight up off of her. Kouga adored the fiesty spirit in her, even as he grinned down at her foolishness.
“Won’t work, koi.” He thrust slightly against her with a dark chuckle. She gasped, and he deliberately drove a hot tongue into her ear that had her mewling as a bolt of pure lust shot right down to her throbbing core. He continued to lathe the delicate shell of her ear with wet heat, feeling how her body hummed beneath his. Her reactions were so refreshingly honest, so utterly basic. It drove him mad with wanting her spread beneath him as he rocked his hips in a faint mimicry of what his talented tongue was doing to her sensitive ear. She panted, her bound breasts heaving beneath him, and he drew back his assault for a bit to nibble on her delicate lobe, not wanting to strain her bruised ribs or play too hard with her delicate self. He nipped, taking her lobe lightly between his teeth and tugging playfully as his chest rumbled in a wolfish purr of male satisfaction.
Emerging from that fierce assault on her senses, Sango’s breath rasped out of her. Re-gathering her scattered wits took a good moment or two as the ookami kept playing lightly with her ear. He planted a trail of wet kisses down her throat, his intent all too obvious as he shifted slightly, his blue eyes glowing a bit as he stared down at her heaving breasts. Ducking his head, he kissed the top of one, lace-covered mound, his wet lips making light patterns across her skin as he moved over the luscious curve to lightly kiss the sweet valley between.
“Stop it,” she hissed, but he just chuckled.
“Can’t rape the willing, can ya?” He murmured to her outraged glare, the angry thoughts too easily read in her dark gaze.
“You’re impossible!”
“No, just gifted,” he answered with a wicked look. His fangs scraped gently across the soft skin just above the strapless black bra that covered her right breast. Tugging lightly with his teeth, he edged the fabric down just enough to expose a dusky nipple, which pebbled under his hot regard.
“Oh, gods…” She groaned as his tongue swirled over the exposed tip, gasping as he sucked it into his hot mouth to suckle greedily. Bolts of pure lightning shot down her spine and right into her belly, where her muscles tightened into a cramp of raw need as her hips all but rose to welcome him.
Hissing out her anger at her stupid body’s betrayal, she panted as Kouga continued to feast on the sumptuous bounty of her breasts, nipping lightly and dragging a fang delicately over the thrusting point as she all but shook underneath him in reaction. Gods, she was hot, and so ready to cum if she would just allow him to…
“Damn wolf!” She grit her teeth even as her hips bucked lightly against him, her body all too willing to show its willingness to be his bitch, anyway and anywhere he wanted. She felt like she was drowning in pure, raw need, and she desperately grasped at the one thing that would get him to stop what he was doing to her, in deliberately taking her control away.
“Why fight nature, little one?” He murmured persuasively, his tongue doing too damn a good job at persuading her stubborn will that it didn’t want to fight either. But she was desperate to regain control over herself, she didn’t like how easily he could swamp through all her good sense, and make her pant for him like a bitch in heat. So she snarled the first thing that came to her mind, the only thing that might make him stop, and she didn’t care if he killed her in the process, because he was already killing her by slow inches…
“I’m a taijiya, you fucking youkai!”
He froze above her, his mouth cupping her turgid nipple, a fang lightly grazing the tip as his blue eyes darkened ominously.
I’m not messin’ with your head
But I changed my mind, boy.
I don’t know why I’m here---
At the same time I want you near.
A thin line appeared between the delicately arched brows as the young miko looked at the wide bed that dominated the room. It was done in various shades of pale cream and white, covering every shade from ecru to magnolia to snowy frost. Pillows were heaped in a plentiful assortment and variety of style that would have made an interior decorator pant at the offered manna. The few priceless pieces of scattered furniture were of a dark mahogany, which shone with careful polishing. A wide, floor-to ceiling window dominated two sides of the room, making up two walls of shiny glass, which reflected a blurry image of the room as Inuyasha flicked on the recessed lighting. The night outside was black, though the twinkling lights of downtown New Tokyo interspersed themselves among the inky darkness where their reflection didn’t mar the view.
The décor should have been somewhat plain, the creamy colors of the bed washed out, but the thick, royal blue carpeting under her heels brought vibrancy and a peculiar elegance to what seemed almost luxuriously sparse. Kagome felt uneasy at the discreet opulence, though the room’s simplicity was actually soothing. It wasn’t the room, then, but the hanyou beside her who was getting her all worked up.
Inuyasha casually sauntered over to the bed, where he promptly sat to remove his heavy boots. Kagome watched in fascination as the white claws deftly plucked at the laces before shoving them inside the discarded boots. She continued watching as he peeled first one, and then the other, sock off of his feet. His toes were as clawed as his hands, though not as long in length.
“How do you keep from scratching yourself?” She asked with idle wonder, not realizing she had spoken the thought aloud until he shot her an irritated glare.
“I manage.”
“Oh.” Kagome’s fingers were knit together in front of her. At a loss for words, she looked down at them. She seemed to be doing that a lot tonight.
Inuyasha was suddenly there, in front of her, a white claw lightly tracing her flushing cheek.
It didn’t scratch her.
“You okay, princess?” He asked softly, his voice husky. Kagome looked up into those amber eyes, those gentle, amber eyes, and promptly burst into tears.
Chagrined, the hanyou stared at her for a moment before gathering the small woman into his arms with a gusty sigh. Kagome fell into his embrace, her shoulders heaving as all of the tension of the past few hours---not to mention, the past few months---finally caught up with her. She had always felt too ashamed to want to cry in front of Sango, who was always so tough and capable it made Kagome feel so weak and stupid sometimes, much as she loved the taijiya. She felt like an idiot, balling all over a guy she had just met, but he didn’t seem to mind, and she couldn’t have stopped the tears from flowing down her cheeks even if she tried. So she gave in to the weakness, and felt the better for it when it was all over, though she lay limp and exhausted against the strong, muscled chest of the silver-haired hanyou and her eyes felt all sore and itchy.
“Feel better, princess?” Inuyasha was tenderly considerate, something which would have had Kouga staring at him in utter astonishment, taken aback by such odd behavior for the normally crass hanyou.
“Yes.” Kagome was suddenly shy. She abruptly realized just how close he held her cradled in his arms. Somehow, during her crying fit, he had maneuvered them both over to the bed, where he leaned back against a veritable mountain of pillows, the miko pulled across his lap so that her bare legs dangled over the edge. Feeling boneless, she nestled into the curve of his supporting arm.
A claw lightly brushed aside an untidy tangle of fine black hair.
It didn’t scratch her.
Kagome sighed, feeling strangely content to just lie there being held in those strong arms.
If you want me to leave,
I will understand.
See, I would just have to respect
Your wishes, boy.
’Cause if I stay, ain’t no tellin’
What may happen, boy.
Although you look so good to me,
It’s best that I leave.
Wasn’t this just fucking great. Here she was, all but naked and flat on her back, a demon’s sharp fang a mere breath from biting off her nipple, and she, dumb ass that she was, had just told him she was a demon-slayer.
Sango tensed as the inevitable crimson fury flashed across his blue eyes. Closing her eyes tight, she waited for the mayhem to start and the biting pain to come.
*Coward.*
Lord love ya, but it was all too true.
Whatever.
Coward that she was, she kept her eyes shut even when nothing immediately happened. The bastard could be waiting for her to see what he would do with her. Youkai were often cruel, sadistic fuckers. Naraku had been a good example of just how depraved a demonic beast could be…
To her astonishment, she felt his firm weight suddenly lift up off of her. Blinking in surprise, she stared up at the distant, night-blacked ceiling for a moment before coming to her senses and abruptly rolling out of the way. She grunted as she tried to sweep up to her feet, and landed on her bruised ankle. She fell back on her ass with little grace and a whole lot of acute embarrassment.
There was a low chuckle behind her, and Sango turned a glare on the ookami, who had sat back against the velvet chaise lounge, one knee crooked so that he could rest his forearm on it, the other leg straight out along the thick beige carpeting in a pose far too casual for a demon who should be wanting to kill her right about now. The blood was gone from his glinting blue gaze, and he looked sexily mussed, his blue silk shirt rumpled and open at the throat, his black leather pants clinging too tightly to the muscled hardness of his sculpted thighs.
Her cheeks warm, Sango turned her attention away from his charismatic presence. Damn youkai was all but laughing at her. She wanted to kill him.
Furious now, she decided to sit down right there like a mule, rather than trying to get back on her feet and making an ass of herself again. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at him and demanded icily, “Kagome?”
A black brow rose, and he grinned at her ire. “She’s fine.”
“Where is she?” Sango wasn’t buying it.
“She’s with the hanyou.”
“Inuyasha?”
“You look a little tense, koi. I could give you a massage, take some of that tension away…” He waggled his claws suggestively, his blue eyes guileless.
“You are unreal, you know that?”
“Oh, I’m real, baby. I wouldn’t mind showing you just how real I can be…” The suggestion was in his eyes now.
“I’m a taijiya,” she reminded him sharply.
His eyes darkened for a moment, but then he shrugged. “You’re also hot.”
“You can’t be that hard up.” Sango’s reply was more wondering than biting.
He just grinned, fangs flashing.
*He’s crazy. I gotta get out of here.*
“Where’s Kagome and Inuyasha?” She looked around the lavish room, as if she could pull them out of thin air. She wasn’t quite sure just where she was, but she was damn sure it wasn’t Oz, though she felt as out of place as Dorothy ever had.
“Sleeping,” he said with a smirk. Sango stiffened. Kagome wouldn’t just go off with a man---er, hanyou---she had just met, though she had been acting quite giddy over the guy back at the club.
“Which you should be.” The ookami interrupted her startling thoughts, his gaze direct.
“What?” Sango shot him an accusing look.
“Sleeping,” he said, getting to his feet in a single, fluid motion she downright envied.
“What the fuck are you…” She scooted back on her butt as he purposely came toward her. She felt the solid mass of an arm-chair behind her back, and used it to lever herself back up on her feet. Muscles pulled at the strain, and she all but tottered like one drunk. “Damn it.”
“You’re exhausted, koi.” His voice was low, considerately compassionate.
She didn’t trust it, or him.
“I’m fine, damn you. Tell me which room Kags is in so we can go.”
“I don’t think so, koi.” He drawled the words out, crossing his arms over his broad chest when he saw her flinch away from his initial gesture of assistance.
Sango gave him a look of utter disbelief. “I don’t see how you can stop me, wolf.”
He just smiled.
I’m scared of bein’ next to you
Because of what I think I might do.
Boy, you’re turning me on right now,
I can’t get down like that right now.
Kagome fought back a yawn as the hanyou’s claws idly combed through her long black tresses. The motion felt soothing and reminded her of home. Her mother had often brushed her hair for her as they had chatted on long, lazy Sunday afternoons…
“Sleepy?” He nudged her chin up with a light knuckle.
Kagome bit her lip, suddenly reminded that this was not her mother, and that she was alone in bed with him, a guy she had just met.
Though it sure felt like she had known him for a hundred years…
Don’t want to disturb the flow,
But this is not my M.O.
Hold up, wait a minute, movin’ too fast---
I want something like this here to last.
“I’m leaving. Now.”
“With no clothes? I’m impressed, koi. I didn’t expect you to be so freaky.” The ookami’s grin, if anything, widened.
He would find it amusing, the damn perv.
Sango’s lips twisted in self-derision. “I don’t know what you did with my dress, wolf, but I want it back. Now.”
“You say that word an awful lot. Does it ever actually work?” He leaned back against the tall table that stood beside the plush, maroon lounge. His blue eyes were far too mocking for her taste.
Sango glared, furious with his goading. “It’s all a game to you, isn’t it?”
He merely shrugged. “Life’s a game, darling.”
“You can quit calling me that, youkai,” she snapped. Why was he toying with her? She just wanted her clothes and Kagome, in that order, and she would get the hell out of his hair. She was a taijiya, damn it. That in itself should have been enough reason for the ookami to want to see the back of her, and right quick.
“And you can quit calling me that, koi,” he replied with a mild flash of his reddened eyes.
The blood anger withdrew from his amused gaze as she promptly growled, “Why? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“Don’t hate, gorgeous.” He pouted, actually pouted.
Sango couldn’t believe to what lengths that cheesy wolf would go. Though that pout was too damn sexy for his own good, or her relative peace of mind.
“Look, playa, I don’t know what your true deal is, but I’ve had enough of it to last me a lifetime---”
He suddenly sprang forward to catch her as she tried to stomp toward him and all but fell on her face.
*Damn ankle.*
Gods, she must be tired, to keep forgetting about it, though it was throbbing right now with an insistence that pissed her off right good at her body’s weak betrayal. A headache loomed, and she slumped against him as the adrenaline of waking up abruptly wore off and every single bruise decided now was just a perfect time to start alerting her brain that her resources were slim and her strength gone.
*Damn it…I hate being this fucking weak…*
(R.Kelly)
Don’t say no, baby.
Not right now, baby.
I want you to be my lady.
You got me goin’ crazy.
“You’re stubborn, you know that?” He stared down at her, his eyes smiling. He rather liked that about her. As he did the way her brown eyes turned nearly black when she got real good and pissed, like she was now. Gods, she affected him like nobody had in a good, long time, and she didn’t even know it, the little darling. There was something so…untamed…about her, something so real and genuine. She was so direct, her feelings right out there for anyone who cared to really look. She was fierce, and loyal, and all too damn wolfish for his peace of mind.
It was almost enough to make him forget what she was.
*Taijiya.*
He should have been shocked by the revelation, but it didn’t even startle him, really. Not every onna had the wherewithal---let alone the cheek---to fend off eight youkai attackers all on their lonesome. Though he had helped her out a bit, she had maintained her own against them until he could get to her side.
“You can let go of me, youkai.” She nearly ground her teeth together over that one. Kouga grinned even as he swung her up in his arms.
“When you stop calling me youkai, darling.” He sauntered over to the nearest sopha. She was not as heavy as he would have thought. “My name is Kouga.”
Damn her sexy, stubborn self, she just rolled her eyes as he gently laid her down on the plush leather. Forking a beige chenille blanket off of the nearest chair, he draped it across her up to the chin, knowing she would feel more comfortable for the covering, though he didn’t really want to cover up a single inch of that adorably creamy skin.
She wrapped the soft blanket around her like a shield. Kouga pouted, even as his eyes glinted in amusement. Turning to the closest liquor cabinet, he opened the trestle top and snagged a glass. Cocking a questioning brow in the girl’s direction, he asked, “Drink?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. Damn, she was suspicious. It must come from being a taijiya. Or perhaps, given Kagome’s few remarks concerning that foul monkey, Naraku, it was just a natural reaction to the youkai she had known in the past. He wondered how well she had known those youkai, and that youkai in particular. Naraku was known to have certain---appetites---and the girl Sango was damn edgy around him, Kouga. Perhaps she had had first-hand reasons to fear demons of any kind. He didn’t like that thought, and was rather surprised at the anger that seethed through him at the idea of it. Sure, the girl was hot, but he was acting all protective and shit. Funny, though, it didn’t disturb him as much as it should have…
Liberally pouring for them both, though she had not accepted his offer of a drink, he adroitly added a few sedatives to her glass, cutting it with club soda to flavor and hide any trace of the dissolved drug. With any luck, she’d be out for the count in less time than it took her to drain the glass…
Picking up both, he turned with a slow, curving smile.
Well, I guess I’ll stay for a minute,
Then I have to go, boy.
This moment is so temptin’.
Right now it’s not what I want boy.
Eying the extended glass suspiciously---not to mention, the bearer---Sango debated taking the youkai’s offer of a drink.
*With my luck, he’s laced it.*
He smiled at her, a knowing smile, almost a damn smirk. Raising a sardonic brow, he raised his own glass to her before drinking heartily. Ice clicked against the glass as he set it to his lips, and Sango watched with wide-eyed fascination as his tongue flicked out to catch a small cube and suck it into the drawn hollow of his mouth, suckling lightly before slowly swallowing.
She suddenly had to remember how to breathe, and a flush stained her cheeks as his half-lidded eyes glinted under lashes too thick and sexy for a man---or youkai---to have.
Trying to hide her discomfiture, she snatched the second glass out of his hand and took a healthy swig. She paused, frowning, as she tasted something odd in the mix of strawberry soda and hot vodka.
“Too warm?” A hot voice breathed too close to her ear for comfort. Sango jumped, and turned her head to scowl at his impertinent ass, which was now sitting on the carpet beside her sopha. Blue eyes the color of a clear summer’s day regarded her with innocent amusement as he propped his chin on her bare shoulder. “Want me to add some ice, darling?”
Sharply shifting her shoulder away from his chin, Sango growled, “No, thanks.”
Lifting the glass, she drained the rest of it so he wouldn’t get any more stupid ideas. A strange, hazy feeling started spreading up from the warm knot in her stomach where the alcohol had created a warm glow in her belly. Sango blinked, trying to focus eyes that were suddenly heavy.
Shit.
Her voice was thick even to her own mind, which was screaming in a hazy, drunken way that the fucker had just drugged her.
“Damn youkai…”
She slumped, and the world went black.
Maybe if we just embrace,
With a simple kiss, boy,
But that’ll only make things worse.
Hope I’m not getting on your nerves, boy.
Was he…was he about to kiss her?
Kagome bit her lip, looking into those compellingly golden eyes that could make every sane thought just seem to fly right out of her head. She trembled, wondering if this was going to be it, if this was the moment in which she, Kagome, would get her first, real kiss---and from a man she hardly even knew.
His claws, which had combed so carefully through the long tangles of her fine hair, had come to rest gently along her cheek. His thumb lay along the edge of her jaw, lightly stroking her lips as his other fingers drew soothing circles along the curve of her ear and neck. He stared at her, and she at him, and they said nothing, but Kagome trembled, and he smiled slightly.
“Do I frighten you, princess?” His voice was so low and husky, Kagome could only shiver in response, her eyes wide.
She was honest though, always honest, although the answer surprised her, because it was so true. “No.”
“You’re…something, princess.” He grinned, fangs flashing, and drew her chin up with his thumb so he could kiss her, a light kiss, one that was a mere brush of his firm lips against hers.
Kagome mewed, frustrated somehow, and when he would have drawn his mouth away, she followed, her hand coming up to curve in the heavy tangles of his silver hair at the base of his neck so that she could keep his mouth on hers. With a daring as strange to her as her sudden need for him, she opened her lips beneath his, her tongue lightly seeking entrance, as she had seen other couples do, on TV or in the park.
He chuckled, low in his throat, and complied with her unspoken wish. Deepening the kiss, he twined his tongue with hers, opening her swollen lips so that he could explore her wet depths with a thoroughness that had Kagome clinging to him, her lashes fluttering closed as she gave herself up to a new hunger and a new depth of pure sensation that she could never have imagined…
Eventually, they broke apart, and she gasped, needing air. He laughed, and kissed her temple, snuggling her closer against him as her cheeks flushed hot and her eyes turned dewy with awakened wonder. It had been her first kiss, and it had been everything she had ever dreamed, and it was because of him…
He’d done it. He’d made her toes curl.
I just want it to be right for both of us.
When you don’t have to say a thing to make me comfortable.
Boy, you make me so weak when you look at me.
But right now I’m a little confused, I think it’s best that I refuse.
She’d fallen for it---literally.
Chuckling, Kouga surveyed the slumbering taijiya with a triumphant smirk. He’d rescued the empty glass just as her limp fingers had let go of it, her eyes rolling closed as she muttered her last “damn” for the night.
Abandoning both glasses on the nearest table, Kouga picked her up, blanket and all, and strode from the living room, the woman held firmly in his arms. Her head lolled until it came to rest against his shoulder, her long hair tangling around her cheek and bare shoulders.
He managed to kick the unlocked door to his bedroom open, swing her inside, and casually elbow it shut behind him. The recessed lighting along the upper walls had come on as he entered, highlighted the warm beige marble above the line of abstract mirrors cut in odd patterns along the lower half of the back wall. Traversing the airy space, with was rounded into a three-quarter circle on the outer edge, and lined with giant floor-to-ceiling windows and doors, a narrow balcony circling beyond them, he climbed the raised dais to where his custom-made bed sat in singular glory.
He’d paid a hefty stash for that bed, which was as round as the three-stepped dais it sat upon. Mountains of pillows in alternating shades of bronze, chocolate, black, rust, cream and beige were strewn on and around the bed amidst the pile of furs he preferred to costlier fabrics. The room was sparsely furnished, a small, chocolate divan in one corner, a closed cabinet in the other.
Dropping one knee on the bed, he bent down to lay the taijiya amid the piled furs. Pulling the chenille throw from around her, he swept back the covers to expose the creamy satin sheets beneath. Nestling the slender girl within a cocoon of fur and satin, he paused, looking down at her thoughtfully.
Muttering under his breath, he stalked to his closet and slid the door aside. Glaring at the rows of expensively tailored suits and more casual wear that hung on padded, silken hangers, he finally swiped the closest T-shirt and returned to the bed. Lifting the girl in one arm, he had her black bra off with an easy, practiced twist of his claws. He stopped to admire her breasts, which were larger than he’d thought, though not too top-heavy for her narrow frame. The dusky areole surrounding her rising nipples made him touch the tip of his tongue to one fang in a sexy smirk of delightful contemplation.
Damn, she was tempting. She was also knocked out, and in no position to appreciate his singular interest in her body---or the raging hard-on that was threatening to burst right out of his tight, leather pants. He wanted his women awake and aware, thank you. With a regretful sigh, he covered her delightful charms with the T-shirt he had filched from his closet and tossed the covers back over her. Combing the tangled black hair from her cheek, he finally left her side to go take a long-needed shower---and to go handle that insistent bulge that had him adjusting his sleek leather pants with a wincing grimace…
I’m scared of bein’ next to you,
Because of what I think I might do,
Boy, you’re turning me on right now.
I can’t get down like that right now.
Don’t want to disturb the flow,
This is not my M.O.
Hold up, wait a minute, ya movin’ too fast---
I want something like this here to last.
“I…” Kagome swallowed, not sure how to explain why she felt so hesitant, why she suddenly felt so shy. He would take her for a tease, plastered against him in a giant bed, all but begging for his kiss, and then backing off like she’d just switched the tag to fool…
“Hey.” He nudged her chin up, making her raise her down-cast eyes to meet the amber humor in his. “I got you, princess. I understand. We just met, and you ain’t used to this, are you?”
Kagome blinked, surprised that he understood her so easily, so completely. “Um…yeah.”
Man, she felt like an idiot saying that, but he just smiled, a warm smile. “S’okay, princess. You sleep now, don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“I…thank you,” she could only whisper, feeling it was inadequately lame for all that he just given her, but she snuggled against his shoulder, grateful. His arms tightened around her as she felt exhaustion creep up over her conscious mind. She couldn’t have heard him right, it must have been her imagination, but she could have sworn she heard him growl as she dropped off, the words burning into her dreams...
“Damn, I’m caught. Fuck.”
Supposed to be playin’ cards,
Or watchin’ a movie.
But we keep lockin’ eyes, boy.
Now why you tryin’ to tease me?
Stretching the crick from the back of his neck, Kouga tried to concentrate on the stupid screen in front of him. Even with high-speed access and extra memory built into the laptop, it was trudging along like it hadn’t a care in the world. Scowling at the stupid site, which was taking forever to load, he switched over to play Solitaire while he waited. Chugging black coffee, he winced as Inuyasha emerged from one of the guest rooms, a shaft of brilliant sunlight piercing through the un-shaded windows behind the hanyou to smack Kouga right in the eye before the mutt finally closed the door.
“Shower,” Inuyasha muttered in scant greeting, slamming another door open, this one to the guest bathroom.
“Morning to you, too, dickhead.” Kouga groused, still wincing from that stupid ray of piercing sunlight. Dumb dog had forgotten to close the shades last night in his room. Thoughtless, as usual. That bedroom faced east, into the rising sun, and would wake that girl Kagome up, unless she was as dead to the world as that other girl, Sango.
Kouga winced, for a far different reason this time. Even thinking of that stupid girl gave his dick an excuse to make itself uncomfortably cramped inside his pants. *Fuck.*
Reaching down, he tried to adjust the clingy black silk of his pajama bottoms just as the bedroom door opened for a second time, and Kagome cautiously peeped her head out around the corner, her angelically blue eyes wide as she stared straight at him and his fumbling claws.
Double fuck.
Chagrined, Kouga quickly tried to stand up and hide his abortive movement. Hot coffee sloshed over the side of his mug to splash across the back of his hand. “Fuck!”
“Are you okay?” Kagome scurried over to his side, concern written all over her sweet, heart-shaped face. Picking up the cloth napkin he had rested his cup on, she tried to pull his waving hand into hers so she could assess the damage.
Kouga looked down at the bent black head, blue eyes lighting as he noted that she still had on the little red dress from last night, and he had a grandstand view of the luscious valley between her perky breasts. Not as full as Sango’s, perhaps, but not half-bad…
Wincing, he noticed his dick was taking an interest in the miko’s tits, too. Complete retreat was the best strategy in this situation, and so Kouga slapped the traitorous mug down on the coffee table, grabbed the napkin out of the girl’s hands with a terse thanks, and sauntered off to the kitchen, where he could run cold water over the scald until his youkai hide could heal itself. Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, and the ice-cold water might make his dick think twice about twitching so damn much.
Damn, he needed to get laid, and badly. He hadn’t felt this horny---or hard up---since junior high. It was all that stupid taijiya’s fault. He’d spent the whole fucking night aware of her lying right there next to him in his bed, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. How long had it been since he’d had a woman in bed with him and all they did was fucking sleep?
Or not sleep, as the case was. Tossing and turning while his dick kept howling wasn’t a good way to get any rest. Having such a hot little piece passed out right next to him hadn’t helped one fucking bit.
He’d had to give up the goat and finally go sleep on one of the sophas in the living room, and if that wasn’t fucked up, then he didn’t know what was…
This room is getting heated,
Won’t you open a window?
I think that I should go now,
’Cause I can’t take this no more…
Still blinking, Kagome could only stand there as the wolf stalked away from her with a scowl, his blue eyes dark and smoldering. Feeling weird, she wrapped her hands around her bare, upper arms and stared around her. The spacious living room was even more overwhelming by day, and she felt stupid standing there in her red dress, her bare feet sinking deeper into the thick, beige carpet.
Something bleeped, and she looked down at the open laptop on the coffee table beside Kouga’s abandoned coffee cup. Wrinkling her brows in a frown, she shook her head in wonder. The web site that had popped up on the screen was a women’s clothing store, an expensive one.
*Why is he looking at women’s clothes?* That was just---weird. Unless he owned it. Hell, he could. She had no idea what Kouga did or owned---well, besides that nightclub, Rave. She just knew that he was loaded---he had to be, living here, at the Towers, and in the penthouse, no less.
“Hey.”
Kagome turned, blushing, at the sound of that husky voice.
Her eyes widened, because he was standing there in only his blue jeans, which were unbuttoned, a damp towel draped over his broad shoulders as he used one end to scruff the damp tendrils of his silver hair, which clung to the corded muscles of his bare chest. There was a faint, darker line of silver trailing down his navel and disappearing into the top of his jeans that had her cheeks flushing so hot she wanted to fan the heat from them with her flapping hands.
“H-Hi.” She was stuttering, actually stuttering!
He grinned at her, using both ends of the towel now to fuss with his hair. Dropping it on the back of a nearby armchair, he strode over to stand in front of her, hands on hips and amber eyes glinting. “Sleep good, princess?”
“Uh…yes, thank you.” She sounded so prim, it was ridiculous. Why was she suddenly so shy and tongue-tied around him? Kami, he must think she was a real dork.
“I like dorks.” He said with another of those heart-melting smiles.
Did she actually say that aloud?
“I like you, princess.” He gave her a hard hug and a quick peck on the cheek.
Kagome blinked.
“Want a shower?” He asked, chuckling at her emphatic nod.
“Hell, yes.” She looked around, baffled by all the doors and forgetting which one he had emerged from.
“Third on the left.” He nudged her with his hip in the general direction, and she smiled her thanks as she made tracks for the bathroom, eager to get clean and just as happy to flee his overwhelming presence, and the crazy way he had of making her heart thump a mile a minute just by staring up at him…
I’m scared of bein’ next to you, (Next to you…)
Because of what I think I might do. (Think I might do…)
Boy, you’re turning me on right now.
I can’t get down like that right now.
Closing the door behind her, Kagome leaned back against it with a weary sigh. He was even more overwhelming than the stupid living room, and she didn’t know why she was acting so crazy around him. She was just so unused to having someone affect her like that, someone she trusted so completely, so totally, and so suddenly.
Shaking her head, she decided to let it go for now. Following his invitation, she peeled off her clothes and ducked into the shower, which was as opulent and tastefully expensive as the rest of the apartment. There was a built-in bench, for gods’ sake, and frosted etchings across the clear glass of curling waves in abstract design. She had her choice of numerous bottles of this and that, and was startled to find so many were feminine.
Picking at random, she stumbled through the complicated levers that finally turned the spraying water to the temperature and force she wanted, and allowed the steamy water to wash her worries away…
Don’t want to disturb the flow (Don’t wanna…)
This is not my M.O. (That just ain’t me.)
Hold up, wait a minute (What, I’m sorry!), ya movin’ too fast…
I want something like this here to last.
Inuyasha cocked a brow at the laptop. *Women’s dresses? That’s a little freaky, even for Wolf-boy.*
“Coffee?” Kouga growled behind him.
“Black, sugar,” Inuyasha replied, eyes still on the thin computer. There was a rather complicated shopping list flashing on the screen, just waiting for the youkai’s final approval. He looked up when Kouga nudged his shoulder with a full cup. “Thanks.”
The ookami merely grunted, dropping to the couch beside him. “Stupid thing finally loaded, huh?”
Waving the coffee cup clutched in his claws at the computer, Inuyasha demanded, “What the hell is all that?”
“Clothing, dumb ass,” Kouga answered, clicking acceptance of the total bill.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Inuyasha paused to suck down some coffee before adding, “but what’s it for?”
“Who’s it for, rather.” Kouga answered, sitting back with a smirk.
“Well?” Inuyasha growled, chugging down more coffee. Kouga made a good pot, but then again, he had Starbucks delivering fresh beans every other day, and even a butt-sniffing wolf youkai couldn’t fuck that stuff up.
“It’s for them. The girls.” Kouga shrugged at Inuyasha’s raised brow. Shrugging himself, the hanyou dismissed it as unimportant.
“What are we gonna do about them?” Inuyasha asked instead, intent on the wolf’s answer. He already knew what he was---and wanted---to do with sweet little Kagome, but he wondered if Wolf-boy meant to do anything more than give that other girl, Sango, a good time and a few days’ sanctuary.
Kouga shrugged carelessly. “Help ’em, what else?”
“They’re into some deep shit.” Inuyasha said, more musing his thoughts aloud rather than bitching about it.
“Yeah,” Kouga agreed, and they fell into silence, sipping their coffee, each lost in their own thoughts until Kouga interrupted with a blunt, “But, you know, Mutt-face, I don’t think I mind all that much.”
“Yeah.” Inuyasha said, amber eyes brooding.
I’m scared of bein’ next to you, (I’m so scared…)
Because of what I think I might do.
Boy, you’re turning me on right now,
I can’t get down like that right now.
Waking up was a process. Normally, she could go from sleeping to woke in under a second, trained from childhood to always be ready for the unexpected. Surprise attacks always came when you weren’t ready for them, and most assassins preferred to work in the dark.
This morning, though, she seemed to be swimming through a hazy swirl of dreamy layers as reality slowly crept in around her and sleep receded like a lingering caress. She gradually became aware of a thick warmth surrounding her in a bed that felt as soft as a cloud. Rubbing a cheek against the delightfully soft fabric of her pillow, Sango blinked open her eyes and yawned, stretching luxuriously in the soft embrace of the best bed she had ever slept in, awaking from the best damn sleep she had ever had…
Her mind refused to focus just yet, still muzzy with sleep. Lazily looking around her in an uncharacteristically contented way, Sango mulled over the fact that she didn’t quite know where she was. That fact should have had her jumping out of bed ready for mayhem, but she just yawned again, blinking at the strange furry blankets that surrounded her beneath satin sheets that bore a stylized K/Y in fancy black embroidery on the edge. Blinking at the initials, she wondered what they meant, though she wanted to giggle at what KY could be used for…
Giggle? She wanted to giggle?
Rousing from her stupor by the stupid thought, Sango flipped the blankets back and darted from the bed like it was about to bite her----
Only to stumble down the three steps of the raised dais the bed sat on like a wind-milling dumb ass, finally falling on her butt with a loud, horrifying shriek.
Don’t want to disturb the flow, (Don’t wanna…disturb my flow…)
This is not my M.O.
Hold up, wait a minute (This ain’t me!), movin’ too fast…
I want something like this here to last… ( It just ain’t me!)
To her complete and utter humiliation, her startled yell was followed not a minute later by the bedroom door slamming open, and all three of them piling into the room with various looks of shock and alarm written all over their faces.
“Sango?” Kagome looked positively frightened, flying to her side with a white face and wide blue eyes. The wolf was faster, though, and swept her up in his strong arms before she could so much as squeak out a protest, plopping her on the bed with a frown for the scare she’d just given him.
“Sango, are you all right?” Kagome’s hands fluttered over her, trying to slide around the ookami’s bulk to see for herself.
“Yes.” Sango wanted to die right there. The ookami was staring down at her, his blue eyes tilted slightly at the corners in a mocking smirk of pure amusement at her expense. Not sure what expression would be dignified after such a crack to her dignity, she settled for scowling back up at him.
“Afternoon, darling.” His fangs flashed as he grinned down at her.
*Afternoon?* Eyes widening, Sango stared around the room, which was draped in dim shadows by the thick beige curtains that hung in a circular arc around most of the wide space. Lights recessed into the marbled wall behind her had her blinking as she stared up at the ceiling in bewilderment.
The damn wolf had mirrors built into his ceiling.
A flash of her own reflection just behind her made her head turn, and she realized that he also had mirrors hung along the back wall, though these were in a pattern of abstract shapes that cut dissecting designs of her image at odd intervals. Still…it was damn creepy, and just too damn…playa-playah.
What next, a disco ball and heat lamps?
“You are unreal, you know that, youkai?” She said in disgust, tossing the blankets off of her with a sharp motion. That’s when she got a good look at what she was wearing---an over-large, black T-shirt that had to be his---and the simple, white, block letters spilling across the front of it.
FUCKED.
Sango’s eyes widened, and she stared up at him in horror, her voice flat with denial. “We didn’t.”
His amusement died into a dark scowl as Kagome giggled, and the hanyou snickered.
“Not cute, taijiya.” He glared.
“Taijiya?” The hanyou’s snickering died as his amber eyes narrowed.
“Uh-oh.” Kagome sat down on the bed beside her with a thump. “Guess we should explain…”
“We’re not the only ones,” Sango added, her eyes flashing dangerously.
This ain’t me, (Not hardly, ain’t me!)
I’m scared of bein’ next to you, (I’m…so…scared…)
Because of what I think I might do.
Staring at herself in the mirror above the sink---though she could have stared in the sink, or the counter, or the floor, or anywhere else in this crazy bathroom that only a crack-headed wolf youkai could have dreamed up---she still couldn’t believe how crazy she looked.
*Speaking of crack-heads…*
Her mascara had smudged around her eyes, leaving a raccoon in the mirror to blink back at her. The faded bruising around her right eye only added to the effect, as well as the nice bruise just above her left cheek. She looked tired out, her hair a dark tangle that hung around her shoulders and back, fading into the black T-shirt that drooped like a tent down to the middle of her thighs.
Grimacing at that stupid white word on the front of the giant T-shirt, Sango dragged it off her and dropped it on the counter beside her. She wondered in faint disgust just when the youkai perv had taken off her bra, and what the hell he had done with it in the meantime. Catching sight of herself on the mirrored floor below her dirty bare feet, Sango made a face.
The whole bathroom---walls, floor, ceiling, counter, shower, bath, dual sinks, every fucking thing---was covered in mirrors. Tiled mirrors. Short, square, annoyingly reflective mirrors. Her broken image bounced back at her at every angle, the only relief where fluffy white and black towels were hung on mirrored silver handles sticking out of the wall at convenient spots, and even those towels were annoying, stylized as they were with the cursive K/Y of Kouga’s egomania. Even the fluffy white bathrobe hanging just beside the free-standing, clear-glass shower bore the youkai’s stupid stamp on the right lapel.
*Gods, he’s hopeless. He doesn’t need a disco-ball, he has one built right into the walls of his bathroom!* Sango shook her head, even thinking of that wolf was going to drive her straight batty.
And if she didn’t find the toilet right quick, her bladder was going to go batty, too…
The second recessed door she tried (mirrored, of course), let into a thankfully un-mirrored water-closet. The walls in here were thankfully marbled in the same warm beige as the bedroom, the toilet as elegant as necessity allowed, with golden fittings surrounding the gleaming black surface. Real gold, if she wasn’t mistaken. Rolling her eyes, Sango finished up and kept her underwear off, dangling the white granny-panties from the silver knob on the outside of the door with a smirk.
Naked, she hobbled across the bathroom, trying not to look at herself from every blasted angle, and opened up the shower door. The floor, of course, was mirrored, as was the bench that curved around half of the expansive shower’s base. Rolling her eyes again---and wincing as she bent over, for she had a couple of bruised ribs that did not like the reflexive movement---she fiddled with the silver knobs, and got a face full of ice-cold water for her pains.
Gagging, Sango blindly turned the faucet off. That was certainly one way to wake the hell up.
She had better luck the second time around, and sank onto the bench as blessedly warm water sprayed gently around her, soothing the stiffness from her shoulders and easing the tension from her soul. She took her time, luxuriating in water that never cooled no matter how long she kept it running. Washing her hair with some type of expensively exotic shampoo and conditioner that smelled faintly of fresh-cut flowers, she was surprised to find an array of purely feminine products, including a pink loofah, sponge and razor.
*Wow, this guy goes all out, doesn’t he?*
The thought wasn’t as biting as it should have been; she was rather grateful that the black-haired youkai was so sure of himself with the ladies that he kept feminine bath products easily to hand in his very own shower. Using all of it with reckless abandon, Sango enjoyed pampering herself as she rarely would have.
*Hell, he can afford it. Still---scary how much crap he has. This guy is Big Time. He plays the game like no one I know. Damn.*
Now where they hell did that thought come from? Why should she care if Mr. KY had a band-wagon full of groupies just licking their lips to be near his hot, sexy self? She was hardly one to run panting after a man---er, youkai---and she definitely wasn’t going to start now! Though, damn if he wasn’t just as hot as she remembered, even dressed more casually in jeans and a rumpled blue T-shirt. His shirt hadn’t had any stupid junk written across the front, and reminded of her humiliation---multiple humiliations---of earlier, she frowned as she climbed out of the shower, dragging a white towel from off a convenient bar and then using it to dry off.
Thriftily using the same towel to wrap her wet hair up off her neck, Sango dragged the bulky white bathrobe over her slender figure, wincing a bit as she put too much weight on her tender ankle. Damn. She was going to be limping it for a few days, until the stupid thing healed. It wasn’t more than strained, however, and she had been rather surprised by how few cuts and bruises she had, after that heinous fight last night at the club.
Weird, that.
Shrugging off what she couldn’t explain (and hardly mattered), Sango belted the robe closed just as a faint knock heralded the arrival of her youkai nemesis. Cracking the door open, he looked downright disappointed to find her already covered by the shapeless white robe.
Sango scowled at his image in the unbroken mirror above the sink, not bothering to turn and face him. “Don’t you knock?”
“I knocked.” His grin grew wicked as he stared down at the reflective floor beneath her bare feet.
Sango’s eyes narrowed.
Boy, you’re turning me on right now,
I can’t get down like that right now…
“I brought you some clothing.” He said, by way of a peace offering, wrenching his eyes up off of the tantalizing view of her inner thighs on the mirrored floor beneath her feet with an effort.
“I don’t need another of your lame T-shirts.” She bit out, all pins and needles like a bristling porcupine.
He chuckled, remembering her reaction to his “Fucked” shirt. It seemed funnier now, than it had then. “It wasn’t on purpose, I assure you.”
His blue eyes were guileless; she didn’t seem to be falling for it, though. Taking her silence for assent, he flung the door wide and dragged in a couple of shopping bags that had arrived only a few hours ago by special delivery. Plopping them on the counter between the dual sinks, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned one hip against the sink beside him. She looked cute wrapped in that over-sized robe. The doubly-knotted belt around her trim waist reminded him of a present he wouldn’t mind unwrapping before Christmas…
“Are you done?” She snapped, not liking the effect his smoldering blue eyes had on her good sense.
“I told you, koi, we ain’t half-done yet.” He reminded her, his voice husky with desire.
She trembled, her eyes going all cinnamon and wide, and he smiled---a slow, sensual smile.
Don’t want to disturb the flow,
This is not my M.O.
Hold up, wait a minute, movin’ too fast,
I want something like this here to last… (Too fast…)
DON’T HATE THE GAME
A/N - I have sacrificed grammar for what sounds right for this story, even though a lot of it is probably rampant stupidity and misuse of the English language. Ah, well, fooey. It’s screwy. Deal. (haha, I would so get my ass kicked right now by a true OG…) Anywho, much appreciation and thankies for the reviews. The response to this little story shocked the smack out of me. Thank you! (Fate)
PS - I have another Sango/Kouga fic, called “The Source of Solace”, under the IY General Section on affnet. This is a blatant blerp to advertise my own crap. ~ end commercial.~
WARNING! NC17 LIME CONTENT! (EDIT ON FFNET)
“Next to You” by Ciara
I hope I don’t make you mad,
With what I’m about to say, boy.
Here we are once again,
And I’m having second thoughts, boy.
“Get off of me, wolf.”
His compellingly blue eyes wandered lazily over her bare shoulders and across the flushed tops of her curving breasts before finally rising back to meet her glare with a smug smirk. “Darling, I told you I wasn’t half done with you yet. Don’t you think I deserve a little something-something for all the shit you put me through tonight?”
Sango arched her back, straining to win free of the youkai’s pinning hold, but his solid weight was to his advantage, and she only managed to squirm around enough so that she now cradled his hips with hers. Her eyes widened as she felt something stir down there, and he grinned toothily as she stiffened in embarrassment. Increasing the pressure slightly, he nestled his raging hard-on between the soft juncture of her thighs. Her cotton underwear did little to hide the solid contours of his obvious interest, and the slick leather of his pants molded every inch of hard muscle between them.
Sango was squirming for quite another reason now, and she grit her teeth as her body all but begged for her to just give up this insane fight and give in to him. She wanted to shamelessly rub that screaming ache raging between her thighs against the sculpted contours of his rigid length, feel the heat of him firm between the melting depths of her center, surrounding and drowning, claimed and crowned…
He dipped his head, smelling her need and her arousal, and lightly nibbled the creamy skin just under her chin, dropping soft kisses down the long column of her white throat. Her eyes popped open, and she abruptly jerked her head to the side.
Taking advantage of her move to nibble along the curving shell of a delicate ear, Kouga whispered persuasively, “Give in, koi. What’s wrong with just giving in?”
She made an inarticulate sound in the back of her throat before arching her spine once more to try and heave his formidable weight up off of her. Kouga adored the fiesty spirit in her, even as he grinned down at her foolishness.
“Won’t work, koi.” He thrust slightly against her with a dark chuckle. She gasped, and he deliberately drove a hot tongue into her ear that had her mewling as a bolt of pure lust shot right down to her throbbing core. He continued to lathe the delicate shell of her ear with wet heat, feeling how her body hummed beneath his. Her reactions were so refreshingly honest, so utterly basic. It drove him mad with wanting her spread beneath him as he rocked his hips in a faint mimicry of what his talented tongue was doing to her sensitive ear. She panted, her bound breasts heaving beneath him, and he drew back his assault for a bit to nibble on her delicate lobe, not wanting to strain her bruised ribs or play too hard with her delicate self. He nipped, taking her lobe lightly between his teeth and tugging playfully as his chest rumbled in a wolfish purr of male satisfaction.
Emerging from that fierce assault on her senses, Sango’s breath rasped out of her. Re-gathering her scattered wits took a good moment or two as the ookami kept playing lightly with her ear. He planted a trail of wet kisses down her throat, his intent all too obvious as he shifted slightly, his blue eyes glowing a bit as he stared down at her heaving breasts. Ducking his head, he kissed the top of one, lace-covered mound, his wet lips making light patterns across her skin as he moved over the luscious curve to lightly kiss the sweet valley between.
“Stop it,” she hissed, but he just chuckled.
“Can’t rape the willing, can ya?” He murmured to her outraged glare, the angry thoughts too easily read in her dark gaze.
“You’re impossible!”
“No, just gifted,” he answered with a wicked look. His fangs scraped gently across the soft skin just above the strapless black bra that covered her right breast. Tugging lightly with his teeth, he edged the fabric down just enough to expose a dusky nipple, which pebbled under his hot regard.
“Oh, gods…” She groaned as his tongue swirled over the exposed tip, gasping as he sucked it into his hot mouth to suckle greedily. Bolts of pure lightning shot down her spine and right into her belly, where her muscles tightened into a cramp of raw need as her hips all but rose to welcome him.
Hissing out her anger at her stupid body’s betrayal, she panted as Kouga continued to feast on the sumptuous bounty of her breasts, nipping lightly and dragging a fang delicately over the thrusting point as she all but shook underneath him in reaction. Gods, she was hot, and so ready to cum if she would just allow him to…
“Damn wolf!” She grit her teeth even as her hips bucked lightly against him, her body all too willing to show its willingness to be his bitch, anyway and anywhere he wanted. She felt like she was drowning in pure, raw need, and she desperately grasped at the one thing that would get him to stop what he was doing to her, in deliberately taking her control away.
“Why fight nature, little one?” He murmured persuasively, his tongue doing too damn a good job at persuading her stubborn will that it didn’t want to fight either. But she was desperate to regain control over herself, she didn’t like how easily he could swamp through all her good sense, and make her pant for him like a bitch in heat. So she snarled the first thing that came to her mind, the only thing that might make him stop, and she didn’t care if he killed her in the process, because he was already killing her by slow inches…
“I’m a taijiya, you fucking youkai!”
He froze above her, his mouth cupping her turgid nipple, a fang lightly grazing the tip as his blue eyes darkened ominously.
I’m not messin’ with your head
But I changed my mind, boy.
I don’t know why I’m here---
At the same time I want you near.
A thin line appeared between the delicately arched brows as the young miko looked at the wide bed that dominated the room. It was done in various shades of pale cream and white, covering every shade from ecru to magnolia to snowy frost. Pillows were heaped in a plentiful assortment and variety of style that would have made an interior decorator pant at the offered manna. The few priceless pieces of scattered furniture were of a dark mahogany, which shone with careful polishing. A wide, floor-to ceiling window dominated two sides of the room, making up two walls of shiny glass, which reflected a blurry image of the room as Inuyasha flicked on the recessed lighting. The night outside was black, though the twinkling lights of downtown New Tokyo interspersed themselves among the inky darkness where their reflection didn’t mar the view.
The décor should have been somewhat plain, the creamy colors of the bed washed out, but the thick, royal blue carpeting under her heels brought vibrancy and a peculiar elegance to what seemed almost luxuriously sparse. Kagome felt uneasy at the discreet opulence, though the room’s simplicity was actually soothing. It wasn’t the room, then, but the hanyou beside her who was getting her all worked up.
Inuyasha casually sauntered over to the bed, where he promptly sat to remove his heavy boots. Kagome watched in fascination as the white claws deftly plucked at the laces before shoving them inside the discarded boots. She continued watching as he peeled first one, and then the other, sock off of his feet. His toes were as clawed as his hands, though not as long in length.
“How do you keep from scratching yourself?” She asked with idle wonder, not realizing she had spoken the thought aloud until he shot her an irritated glare.
“I manage.”
“Oh.” Kagome’s fingers were knit together in front of her. At a loss for words, she looked down at them. She seemed to be doing that a lot tonight.
Inuyasha was suddenly there, in front of her, a white claw lightly tracing her flushing cheek.
It didn’t scratch her.
“You okay, princess?” He asked softly, his voice husky. Kagome looked up into those amber eyes, those gentle, amber eyes, and promptly burst into tears.
Chagrined, the hanyou stared at her for a moment before gathering the small woman into his arms with a gusty sigh. Kagome fell into his embrace, her shoulders heaving as all of the tension of the past few hours---not to mention, the past few months---finally caught up with her. She had always felt too ashamed to want to cry in front of Sango, who was always so tough and capable it made Kagome feel so weak and stupid sometimes, much as she loved the taijiya. She felt like an idiot, balling all over a guy she had just met, but he didn’t seem to mind, and she couldn’t have stopped the tears from flowing down her cheeks even if she tried. So she gave in to the weakness, and felt the better for it when it was all over, though she lay limp and exhausted against the strong, muscled chest of the silver-haired hanyou and her eyes felt all sore and itchy.
“Feel better, princess?” Inuyasha was tenderly considerate, something which would have had Kouga staring at him in utter astonishment, taken aback by such odd behavior for the normally crass hanyou.
“Yes.” Kagome was suddenly shy. She abruptly realized just how close he held her cradled in his arms. Somehow, during her crying fit, he had maneuvered them both over to the bed, where he leaned back against a veritable mountain of pillows, the miko pulled across his lap so that her bare legs dangled over the edge. Feeling boneless, she nestled into the curve of his supporting arm.
A claw lightly brushed aside an untidy tangle of fine black hair.
It didn’t scratch her.
Kagome sighed, feeling strangely content to just lie there being held in those strong arms.
If you want me to leave,
I will understand.
See, I would just have to respect
Your wishes, boy.
’Cause if I stay, ain’t no tellin’
What may happen, boy.
Although you look so good to me,
It’s best that I leave.
Wasn’t this just fucking great. Here she was, all but naked and flat on her back, a demon’s sharp fang a mere breath from biting off her nipple, and she, dumb ass that she was, had just told him she was a demon-slayer.
Sango tensed as the inevitable crimson fury flashed across his blue eyes. Closing her eyes tight, she waited for the mayhem to start and the biting pain to come.
*Coward.*
Lord love ya, but it was all too true.
Whatever.
Coward that she was, she kept her eyes shut even when nothing immediately happened. The bastard could be waiting for her to see what he would do with her. Youkai were often cruel, sadistic fuckers. Naraku had been a good example of just how depraved a demonic beast could be…
To her astonishment, she felt his firm weight suddenly lift up off of her. Blinking in surprise, she stared up at the distant, night-blacked ceiling for a moment before coming to her senses and abruptly rolling out of the way. She grunted as she tried to sweep up to her feet, and landed on her bruised ankle. She fell back on her ass with little grace and a whole lot of acute embarrassment.
There was a low chuckle behind her, and Sango turned a glare on the ookami, who had sat back against the velvet chaise lounge, one knee crooked so that he could rest his forearm on it, the other leg straight out along the thick beige carpeting in a pose far too casual for a demon who should be wanting to kill her right about now. The blood was gone from his glinting blue gaze, and he looked sexily mussed, his blue silk shirt rumpled and open at the throat, his black leather pants clinging too tightly to the muscled hardness of his sculpted thighs.
Her cheeks warm, Sango turned her attention away from his charismatic presence. Damn youkai was all but laughing at her. She wanted to kill him.
Furious now, she decided to sit down right there like a mule, rather than trying to get back on her feet and making an ass of herself again. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared at him and demanded icily, “Kagome?”
A black brow rose, and he grinned at her ire. “She’s fine.”
“Where is she?” Sango wasn’t buying it.
“She’s with the hanyou.”
“Inuyasha?”
“You look a little tense, koi. I could give you a massage, take some of that tension away…” He waggled his claws suggestively, his blue eyes guileless.
“You are unreal, you know that?”
“Oh, I’m real, baby. I wouldn’t mind showing you just how real I can be…” The suggestion was in his eyes now.
“I’m a taijiya,” she reminded him sharply.
His eyes darkened for a moment, but then he shrugged. “You’re also hot.”
“You can’t be that hard up.” Sango’s reply was more wondering than biting.
He just grinned, fangs flashing.
*He’s crazy. I gotta get out of here.*
“Where’s Kagome and Inuyasha?” She looked around the lavish room, as if she could pull them out of thin air. She wasn’t quite sure just where she was, but she was damn sure it wasn’t Oz, though she felt as out of place as Dorothy ever had.
“Sleeping,” he said with a smirk. Sango stiffened. Kagome wouldn’t just go off with a man---er, hanyou---she had just met, though she had been acting quite giddy over the guy back at the club.
“Which you should be.” The ookami interrupted her startling thoughts, his gaze direct.
“What?” Sango shot him an accusing look.
“Sleeping,” he said, getting to his feet in a single, fluid motion she downright envied.
“What the fuck are you…” She scooted back on her butt as he purposely came toward her. She felt the solid mass of an arm-chair behind her back, and used it to lever herself back up on her feet. Muscles pulled at the strain, and she all but tottered like one drunk. “Damn it.”
“You’re exhausted, koi.” His voice was low, considerately compassionate.
She didn’t trust it, or him.
“I’m fine, damn you. Tell me which room Kags is in so we can go.”
“I don’t think so, koi.” He drawled the words out, crossing his arms over his broad chest when he saw her flinch away from his initial gesture of assistance.
Sango gave him a look of utter disbelief. “I don’t see how you can stop me, wolf.”
He just smiled.
I’m scared of bein’ next to you
Because of what I think I might do.
Boy, you’re turning me on right now,
I can’t get down like that right now.
Kagome fought back a yawn as the hanyou’s claws idly combed through her long black tresses. The motion felt soothing and reminded her of home. Her mother had often brushed her hair for her as they had chatted on long, lazy Sunday afternoons…
“Sleepy?” He nudged her chin up with a light knuckle.
Kagome bit her lip, suddenly reminded that this was not her mother, and that she was alone in bed with him, a guy she had just met.
Though it sure felt like she had known him for a hundred years…
Don’t want to disturb the flow,
But this is not my M.O.
Hold up, wait a minute, movin’ too fast---
I want something like this here to last.
“I’m leaving. Now.”
“With no clothes? I’m impressed, koi. I didn’t expect you to be so freaky.” The ookami’s grin, if anything, widened.
He would find it amusing, the damn perv.
Sango’s lips twisted in self-derision. “I don’t know what you did with my dress, wolf, but I want it back. Now.”
“You say that word an awful lot. Does it ever actually work?” He leaned back against the tall table that stood beside the plush, maroon lounge. His blue eyes were far too mocking for her taste.
Sango glared, furious with his goading. “It’s all a game to you, isn’t it?”
He merely shrugged. “Life’s a game, darling.”
“You can quit calling me that, youkai,” she snapped. Why was he toying with her? She just wanted her clothes and Kagome, in that order, and she would get the hell out of his hair. She was a taijiya, damn it. That in itself should have been enough reason for the ookami to want to see the back of her, and right quick.
“And you can quit calling me that, koi,” he replied with a mild flash of his reddened eyes.
The blood anger withdrew from his amused gaze as she promptly growled, “Why? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“Don’t hate, gorgeous.” He pouted, actually pouted.
Sango couldn’t believe to what lengths that cheesy wolf would go. Though that pout was too damn sexy for his own good, or her relative peace of mind.
“Look, playa, I don’t know what your true deal is, but I’ve had enough of it to last me a lifetime---”
He suddenly sprang forward to catch her as she tried to stomp toward him and all but fell on her face.
*Damn ankle.*
Gods, she must be tired, to keep forgetting about it, though it was throbbing right now with an insistence that pissed her off right good at her body’s weak betrayal. A headache loomed, and she slumped against him as the adrenaline of waking up abruptly wore off and every single bruise decided now was just a perfect time to start alerting her brain that her resources were slim and her strength gone.
*Damn it…I hate being this fucking weak…*
(R.Kelly)
Don’t say no, baby.
Not right now, baby.
I want you to be my lady.
You got me goin’ crazy.
“You’re stubborn, you know that?” He stared down at her, his eyes smiling. He rather liked that about her. As he did the way her brown eyes turned nearly black when she got real good and pissed, like she was now. Gods, she affected him like nobody had in a good, long time, and she didn’t even know it, the little darling. There was something so…untamed…about her, something so real and genuine. She was so direct, her feelings right out there for anyone who cared to really look. She was fierce, and loyal, and all too damn wolfish for his peace of mind.
It was almost enough to make him forget what she was.
*Taijiya.*
He should have been shocked by the revelation, but it didn’t even startle him, really. Not every onna had the wherewithal---let alone the cheek---to fend off eight youkai attackers all on their lonesome. Though he had helped her out a bit, she had maintained her own against them until he could get to her side.
“You can let go of me, youkai.” She nearly ground her teeth together over that one. Kouga grinned even as he swung her up in his arms.
“When you stop calling me youkai, darling.” He sauntered over to the nearest sopha. She was not as heavy as he would have thought. “My name is Kouga.”
Damn her sexy, stubborn self, she just rolled her eyes as he gently laid her down on the plush leather. Forking a beige chenille blanket off of the nearest chair, he draped it across her up to the chin, knowing she would feel more comfortable for the covering, though he didn’t really want to cover up a single inch of that adorably creamy skin.
She wrapped the soft blanket around her like a shield. Kouga pouted, even as his eyes glinted in amusement. Turning to the closest liquor cabinet, he opened the trestle top and snagged a glass. Cocking a questioning brow in the girl’s direction, he asked, “Drink?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. Damn, she was suspicious. It must come from being a taijiya. Or perhaps, given Kagome’s few remarks concerning that foul monkey, Naraku, it was just a natural reaction to the youkai she had known in the past. He wondered how well she had known those youkai, and that youkai in particular. Naraku was known to have certain---appetites---and the girl Sango was damn edgy around him, Kouga. Perhaps she had had first-hand reasons to fear demons of any kind. He didn’t like that thought, and was rather surprised at the anger that seethed through him at the idea of it. Sure, the girl was hot, but he was acting all protective and shit. Funny, though, it didn’t disturb him as much as it should have…
Liberally pouring for them both, though she had not accepted his offer of a drink, he adroitly added a few sedatives to her glass, cutting it with club soda to flavor and hide any trace of the dissolved drug. With any luck, she’d be out for the count in less time than it took her to drain the glass…
Picking up both, he turned with a slow, curving smile.
Well, I guess I’ll stay for a minute,
Then I have to go, boy.
This moment is so temptin’.
Right now it’s not what I want boy.
Eying the extended glass suspiciously---not to mention, the bearer---Sango debated taking the youkai’s offer of a drink.
*With my luck, he’s laced it.*
He smiled at her, a knowing smile, almost a damn smirk. Raising a sardonic brow, he raised his own glass to her before drinking heartily. Ice clicked against the glass as he set it to his lips, and Sango watched with wide-eyed fascination as his tongue flicked out to catch a small cube and suck it into the drawn hollow of his mouth, suckling lightly before slowly swallowing.
She suddenly had to remember how to breathe, and a flush stained her cheeks as his half-lidded eyes glinted under lashes too thick and sexy for a man---or youkai---to have.
Trying to hide her discomfiture, she snatched the second glass out of his hand and took a healthy swig. She paused, frowning, as she tasted something odd in the mix of strawberry soda and hot vodka.
“Too warm?” A hot voice breathed too close to her ear for comfort. Sango jumped, and turned her head to scowl at his impertinent ass, which was now sitting on the carpet beside her sopha. Blue eyes the color of a clear summer’s day regarded her with innocent amusement as he propped his chin on her bare shoulder. “Want me to add some ice, darling?”
Sharply shifting her shoulder away from his chin, Sango growled, “No, thanks.”
Lifting the glass, she drained the rest of it so he wouldn’t get any more stupid ideas. A strange, hazy feeling started spreading up from the warm knot in her stomach where the alcohol had created a warm glow in her belly. Sango blinked, trying to focus eyes that were suddenly heavy.
Shit.
Her voice was thick even to her own mind, which was screaming in a hazy, drunken way that the fucker had just drugged her.
“Damn youkai…”
She slumped, and the world went black.
Maybe if we just embrace,
With a simple kiss, boy,
But that’ll only make things worse.
Hope I’m not getting on your nerves, boy.
Was he…was he about to kiss her?
Kagome bit her lip, looking into those compellingly golden eyes that could make every sane thought just seem to fly right out of her head. She trembled, wondering if this was going to be it, if this was the moment in which she, Kagome, would get her first, real kiss---and from a man she hardly even knew.
His claws, which had combed so carefully through the long tangles of her fine hair, had come to rest gently along her cheek. His thumb lay along the edge of her jaw, lightly stroking her lips as his other fingers drew soothing circles along the curve of her ear and neck. He stared at her, and she at him, and they said nothing, but Kagome trembled, and he smiled slightly.
“Do I frighten you, princess?” His voice was so low and husky, Kagome could only shiver in response, her eyes wide.
She was honest though, always honest, although the answer surprised her, because it was so true. “No.”
“You’re…something, princess.” He grinned, fangs flashing, and drew her chin up with his thumb so he could kiss her, a light kiss, one that was a mere brush of his firm lips against hers.
Kagome mewed, frustrated somehow, and when he would have drawn his mouth away, she followed, her hand coming up to curve in the heavy tangles of his silver hair at the base of his neck so that she could keep his mouth on hers. With a daring as strange to her as her sudden need for him, she opened her lips beneath his, her tongue lightly seeking entrance, as she had seen other couples do, on TV or in the park.
He chuckled, low in his throat, and complied with her unspoken wish. Deepening the kiss, he twined his tongue with hers, opening her swollen lips so that he could explore her wet depths with a thoroughness that had Kagome clinging to him, her lashes fluttering closed as she gave herself up to a new hunger and a new depth of pure sensation that she could never have imagined…
Eventually, they broke apart, and she gasped, needing air. He laughed, and kissed her temple, snuggling her closer against him as her cheeks flushed hot and her eyes turned dewy with awakened wonder. It had been her first kiss, and it had been everything she had ever dreamed, and it was because of him…
He’d done it. He’d made her toes curl.
I just want it to be right for both of us.
When you don’t have to say a thing to make me comfortable.
Boy, you make me so weak when you look at me.
But right now I’m a little confused, I think it’s best that I refuse.
She’d fallen for it---literally.
Chuckling, Kouga surveyed the slumbering taijiya with a triumphant smirk. He’d rescued the empty glass just as her limp fingers had let go of it, her eyes rolling closed as she muttered her last “damn” for the night.
Abandoning both glasses on the nearest table, Kouga picked her up, blanket and all, and strode from the living room, the woman held firmly in his arms. Her head lolled until it came to rest against his shoulder, her long hair tangling around her cheek and bare shoulders.
He managed to kick the unlocked door to his bedroom open, swing her inside, and casually elbow it shut behind him. The recessed lighting along the upper walls had come on as he entered, highlighted the warm beige marble above the line of abstract mirrors cut in odd patterns along the lower half of the back wall. Traversing the airy space, with was rounded into a three-quarter circle on the outer edge, and lined with giant floor-to-ceiling windows and doors, a narrow balcony circling beyond them, he climbed the raised dais to where his custom-made bed sat in singular glory.
He’d paid a hefty stash for that bed, which was as round as the three-stepped dais it sat upon. Mountains of pillows in alternating shades of bronze, chocolate, black, rust, cream and beige were strewn on and around the bed amidst the pile of furs he preferred to costlier fabrics. The room was sparsely furnished, a small, chocolate divan in one corner, a closed cabinet in the other.
Dropping one knee on the bed, he bent down to lay the taijiya amid the piled furs. Pulling the chenille throw from around her, he swept back the covers to expose the creamy satin sheets beneath. Nestling the slender girl within a cocoon of fur and satin, he paused, looking down at her thoughtfully.
Muttering under his breath, he stalked to his closet and slid the door aside. Glaring at the rows of expensively tailored suits and more casual wear that hung on padded, silken hangers, he finally swiped the closest T-shirt and returned to the bed. Lifting the girl in one arm, he had her black bra off with an easy, practiced twist of his claws. He stopped to admire her breasts, which were larger than he’d thought, though not too top-heavy for her narrow frame. The dusky areole surrounding her rising nipples made him touch the tip of his tongue to one fang in a sexy smirk of delightful contemplation.
Damn, she was tempting. She was also knocked out, and in no position to appreciate his singular interest in her body---or the raging hard-on that was threatening to burst right out of his tight, leather pants. He wanted his women awake and aware, thank you. With a regretful sigh, he covered her delightful charms with the T-shirt he had filched from his closet and tossed the covers back over her. Combing the tangled black hair from her cheek, he finally left her side to go take a long-needed shower---and to go handle that insistent bulge that had him adjusting his sleek leather pants with a wincing grimace…
I’m scared of bein’ next to you,
Because of what I think I might do,
Boy, you’re turning me on right now.
I can’t get down like that right now.
Don’t want to disturb the flow,
This is not my M.O.
Hold up, wait a minute, ya movin’ too fast---
I want something like this here to last.
“I…” Kagome swallowed, not sure how to explain why she felt so hesitant, why she suddenly felt so shy. He would take her for a tease, plastered against him in a giant bed, all but begging for his kiss, and then backing off like she’d just switched the tag to fool…
“Hey.” He nudged her chin up, making her raise her down-cast eyes to meet the amber humor in his. “I got you, princess. I understand. We just met, and you ain’t used to this, are you?”
Kagome blinked, surprised that he understood her so easily, so completely. “Um…yeah.”
Man, she felt like an idiot saying that, but he just smiled, a warm smile. “S’okay, princess. You sleep now, don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“I…thank you,” she could only whisper, feeling it was inadequately lame for all that he just given her, but she snuggled against his shoulder, grateful. His arms tightened around her as she felt exhaustion creep up over her conscious mind. She couldn’t have heard him right, it must have been her imagination, but she could have sworn she heard him growl as she dropped off, the words burning into her dreams...
“Damn, I’m caught. Fuck.”
Supposed to be playin’ cards,
Or watchin’ a movie.
But we keep lockin’ eyes, boy.
Now why you tryin’ to tease me?
Stretching the crick from the back of his neck, Kouga tried to concentrate on the stupid screen in front of him. Even with high-speed access and extra memory built into the laptop, it was trudging along like it hadn’t a care in the world. Scowling at the stupid site, which was taking forever to load, he switched over to play Solitaire while he waited. Chugging black coffee, he winced as Inuyasha emerged from one of the guest rooms, a shaft of brilliant sunlight piercing through the un-shaded windows behind the hanyou to smack Kouga right in the eye before the mutt finally closed the door.
“Shower,” Inuyasha muttered in scant greeting, slamming another door open, this one to the guest bathroom.
“Morning to you, too, dickhead.” Kouga groused, still wincing from that stupid ray of piercing sunlight. Dumb dog had forgotten to close the shades last night in his room. Thoughtless, as usual. That bedroom faced east, into the rising sun, and would wake that girl Kagome up, unless she was as dead to the world as that other girl, Sango.
Kouga winced, for a far different reason this time. Even thinking of that stupid girl gave his dick an excuse to make itself uncomfortably cramped inside his pants. *Fuck.*
Reaching down, he tried to adjust the clingy black silk of his pajama bottoms just as the bedroom door opened for a second time, and Kagome cautiously peeped her head out around the corner, her angelically blue eyes wide as she stared straight at him and his fumbling claws.
Double fuck.
Chagrined, Kouga quickly tried to stand up and hide his abortive movement. Hot coffee sloshed over the side of his mug to splash across the back of his hand. “Fuck!”
“Are you okay?” Kagome scurried over to his side, concern written all over her sweet, heart-shaped face. Picking up the cloth napkin he had rested his cup on, she tried to pull his waving hand into hers so she could assess the damage.
Kouga looked down at the bent black head, blue eyes lighting as he noted that she still had on the little red dress from last night, and he had a grandstand view of the luscious valley between her perky breasts. Not as full as Sango’s, perhaps, but not half-bad…
Wincing, he noticed his dick was taking an interest in the miko’s tits, too. Complete retreat was the best strategy in this situation, and so Kouga slapped the traitorous mug down on the coffee table, grabbed the napkin out of the girl’s hands with a terse thanks, and sauntered off to the kitchen, where he could run cold water over the scald until his youkai hide could heal itself. Shouldn’t take more than ten minutes, and the ice-cold water might make his dick think twice about twitching so damn much.
Damn, he needed to get laid, and badly. He hadn’t felt this horny---or hard up---since junior high. It was all that stupid taijiya’s fault. He’d spent the whole fucking night aware of her lying right there next to him in his bed, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. How long had it been since he’d had a woman in bed with him and all they did was fucking sleep?
Or not sleep, as the case was. Tossing and turning while his dick kept howling wasn’t a good way to get any rest. Having such a hot little piece passed out right next to him hadn’t helped one fucking bit.
He’d had to give up the goat and finally go sleep on one of the sophas in the living room, and if that wasn’t fucked up, then he didn’t know what was…
This room is getting heated,
Won’t you open a window?
I think that I should go now,
’Cause I can’t take this no more…
Still blinking, Kagome could only stand there as the wolf stalked away from her with a scowl, his blue eyes dark and smoldering. Feeling weird, she wrapped her hands around her bare, upper arms and stared around her. The spacious living room was even more overwhelming by day, and she felt stupid standing there in her red dress, her bare feet sinking deeper into the thick, beige carpet.
Something bleeped, and she looked down at the open laptop on the coffee table beside Kouga’s abandoned coffee cup. Wrinkling her brows in a frown, she shook her head in wonder. The web site that had popped up on the screen was a women’s clothing store, an expensive one.
*Why is he looking at women’s clothes?* That was just---weird. Unless he owned it. Hell, he could. She had no idea what Kouga did or owned---well, besides that nightclub, Rave. She just knew that he was loaded---he had to be, living here, at the Towers, and in the penthouse, no less.
“Hey.”
Kagome turned, blushing, at the sound of that husky voice.
Her eyes widened, because he was standing there in only his blue jeans, which were unbuttoned, a damp towel draped over his broad shoulders as he used one end to scruff the damp tendrils of his silver hair, which clung to the corded muscles of his bare chest. There was a faint, darker line of silver trailing down his navel and disappearing into the top of his jeans that had her cheeks flushing so hot she wanted to fan the heat from them with her flapping hands.
“H-Hi.” She was stuttering, actually stuttering!
He grinned at her, using both ends of the towel now to fuss with his hair. Dropping it on the back of a nearby armchair, he strode over to stand in front of her, hands on hips and amber eyes glinting. “Sleep good, princess?”
“Uh…yes, thank you.” She sounded so prim, it was ridiculous. Why was she suddenly so shy and tongue-tied around him? Kami, he must think she was a real dork.
“I like dorks.” He said with another of those heart-melting smiles.
Did she actually say that aloud?
“I like you, princess.” He gave her a hard hug and a quick peck on the cheek.
Kagome blinked.
“Want a shower?” He asked, chuckling at her emphatic nod.
“Hell, yes.” She looked around, baffled by all the doors and forgetting which one he had emerged from.
“Third on the left.” He nudged her with his hip in the general direction, and she smiled her thanks as she made tracks for the bathroom, eager to get clean and just as happy to flee his overwhelming presence, and the crazy way he had of making her heart thump a mile a minute just by staring up at him…
I’m scared of bein’ next to you, (Next to you…)
Because of what I think I might do. (Think I might do…)
Boy, you’re turning me on right now.
I can’t get down like that right now.
Closing the door behind her, Kagome leaned back against it with a weary sigh. He was even more overwhelming than the stupid living room, and she didn’t know why she was acting so crazy around him. She was just so unused to having someone affect her like that, someone she trusted so completely, so totally, and so suddenly.
Shaking her head, she decided to let it go for now. Following his invitation, she peeled off her clothes and ducked into the shower, which was as opulent and tastefully expensive as the rest of the apartment. There was a built-in bench, for gods’ sake, and frosted etchings across the clear glass of curling waves in abstract design. She had her choice of numerous bottles of this and that, and was startled to find so many were feminine.
Picking at random, she stumbled through the complicated levers that finally turned the spraying water to the temperature and force she wanted, and allowed the steamy water to wash her worries away…
Don’t want to disturb the flow (Don’t wanna…)
This is not my M.O. (That just ain’t me.)
Hold up, wait a minute (What, I’m sorry!), ya movin’ too fast…
I want something like this here to last.
Inuyasha cocked a brow at the laptop. *Women’s dresses? That’s a little freaky, even for Wolf-boy.*
“Coffee?” Kouga growled behind him.
“Black, sugar,” Inuyasha replied, eyes still on the thin computer. There was a rather complicated shopping list flashing on the screen, just waiting for the youkai’s final approval. He looked up when Kouga nudged his shoulder with a full cup. “Thanks.”
The ookami merely grunted, dropping to the couch beside him. “Stupid thing finally loaded, huh?”
Waving the coffee cup clutched in his claws at the computer, Inuyasha demanded, “What the hell is all that?”
“Clothing, dumb ass,” Kouga answered, clicking acceptance of the total bill.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Inuyasha paused to suck down some coffee before adding, “but what’s it for?”
“Who’s it for, rather.” Kouga answered, sitting back with a smirk.
“Well?” Inuyasha growled, chugging down more coffee. Kouga made a good pot, but then again, he had Starbucks delivering fresh beans every other day, and even a butt-sniffing wolf youkai couldn’t fuck that stuff up.
“It’s for them. The girls.” Kouga shrugged at Inuyasha’s raised brow. Shrugging himself, the hanyou dismissed it as unimportant.
“What are we gonna do about them?” Inuyasha asked instead, intent on the wolf’s answer. He already knew what he was---and wanted---to do with sweet little Kagome, but he wondered if Wolf-boy meant to do anything more than give that other girl, Sango, a good time and a few days’ sanctuary.
Kouga shrugged carelessly. “Help ’em, what else?”
“They’re into some deep shit.” Inuyasha said, more musing his thoughts aloud rather than bitching about it.
“Yeah,” Kouga agreed, and they fell into silence, sipping their coffee, each lost in their own thoughts until Kouga interrupted with a blunt, “But, you know, Mutt-face, I don’t think I mind all that much.”
“Yeah.” Inuyasha said, amber eyes brooding.
I’m scared of bein’ next to you, (I’m so scared…)
Because of what I think I might do.
Boy, you’re turning me on right now,
I can’t get down like that right now.
Waking up was a process. Normally, she could go from sleeping to woke in under a second, trained from childhood to always be ready for the unexpected. Surprise attacks always came when you weren’t ready for them, and most assassins preferred to work in the dark.
This morning, though, she seemed to be swimming through a hazy swirl of dreamy layers as reality slowly crept in around her and sleep receded like a lingering caress. She gradually became aware of a thick warmth surrounding her in a bed that felt as soft as a cloud. Rubbing a cheek against the delightfully soft fabric of her pillow, Sango blinked open her eyes and yawned, stretching luxuriously in the soft embrace of the best bed she had ever slept in, awaking from the best damn sleep she had ever had…
Her mind refused to focus just yet, still muzzy with sleep. Lazily looking around her in an uncharacteristically contented way, Sango mulled over the fact that she didn’t quite know where she was. That fact should have had her jumping out of bed ready for mayhem, but she just yawned again, blinking at the strange furry blankets that surrounded her beneath satin sheets that bore a stylized K/Y in fancy black embroidery on the edge. Blinking at the initials, she wondered what they meant, though she wanted to giggle at what KY could be used for…
Giggle? She wanted to giggle?
Rousing from her stupor by the stupid thought, Sango flipped the blankets back and darted from the bed like it was about to bite her----
Only to stumble down the three steps of the raised dais the bed sat on like a wind-milling dumb ass, finally falling on her butt with a loud, horrifying shriek.
Don’t want to disturb the flow, (Don’t wanna…disturb my flow…)
This is not my M.O.
Hold up, wait a minute (This ain’t me!), movin’ too fast…
I want something like this here to last… ( It just ain’t me!)
To her complete and utter humiliation, her startled yell was followed not a minute later by the bedroom door slamming open, and all three of them piling into the room with various looks of shock and alarm written all over their faces.
“Sango?” Kagome looked positively frightened, flying to her side with a white face and wide blue eyes. The wolf was faster, though, and swept her up in his strong arms before she could so much as squeak out a protest, plopping her on the bed with a frown for the scare she’d just given him.
“Sango, are you all right?” Kagome’s hands fluttered over her, trying to slide around the ookami’s bulk to see for herself.
“Yes.” Sango wanted to die right there. The ookami was staring down at her, his blue eyes tilted slightly at the corners in a mocking smirk of pure amusement at her expense. Not sure what expression would be dignified after such a crack to her dignity, she settled for scowling back up at him.
“Afternoon, darling.” His fangs flashed as he grinned down at her.
*Afternoon?* Eyes widening, Sango stared around the room, which was draped in dim shadows by the thick beige curtains that hung in a circular arc around most of the wide space. Lights recessed into the marbled wall behind her had her blinking as she stared up at the ceiling in bewilderment.
The damn wolf had mirrors built into his ceiling.
A flash of her own reflection just behind her made her head turn, and she realized that he also had mirrors hung along the back wall, though these were in a pattern of abstract shapes that cut dissecting designs of her image at odd intervals. Still…it was damn creepy, and just too damn…playa-playah.
What next, a disco ball and heat lamps?
“You are unreal, you know that, youkai?” She said in disgust, tossing the blankets off of her with a sharp motion. That’s when she got a good look at what she was wearing---an over-large, black T-shirt that had to be his---and the simple, white, block letters spilling across the front of it.
FUCKED.
Sango’s eyes widened, and she stared up at him in horror, her voice flat with denial. “We didn’t.”
His amusement died into a dark scowl as Kagome giggled, and the hanyou snickered.
“Not cute, taijiya.” He glared.
“Taijiya?” The hanyou’s snickering died as his amber eyes narrowed.
“Uh-oh.” Kagome sat down on the bed beside her with a thump. “Guess we should explain…”
“We’re not the only ones,” Sango added, her eyes flashing dangerously.
This ain’t me, (Not hardly, ain’t me!)
I’m scared of bein’ next to you, (I’m…so…scared…)
Because of what I think I might do.
Staring at herself in the mirror above the sink---though she could have stared in the sink, or the counter, or the floor, or anywhere else in this crazy bathroom that only a crack-headed wolf youkai could have dreamed up---she still couldn’t believe how crazy she looked.
*Speaking of crack-heads…*
Her mascara had smudged around her eyes, leaving a raccoon in the mirror to blink back at her. The faded bruising around her right eye only added to the effect, as well as the nice bruise just above her left cheek. She looked tired out, her hair a dark tangle that hung around her shoulders and back, fading into the black T-shirt that drooped like a tent down to the middle of her thighs.
Grimacing at that stupid white word on the front of the giant T-shirt, Sango dragged it off her and dropped it on the counter beside her. She wondered in faint disgust just when the youkai perv had taken off her bra, and what the hell he had done with it in the meantime. Catching sight of herself on the mirrored floor below her dirty bare feet, Sango made a face.
The whole bathroom---walls, floor, ceiling, counter, shower, bath, dual sinks, every fucking thing---was covered in mirrors. Tiled mirrors. Short, square, annoyingly reflective mirrors. Her broken image bounced back at her at every angle, the only relief where fluffy white and black towels were hung on mirrored silver handles sticking out of the wall at convenient spots, and even those towels were annoying, stylized as they were with the cursive K/Y of Kouga’s egomania. Even the fluffy white bathrobe hanging just beside the free-standing, clear-glass shower bore the youkai’s stupid stamp on the right lapel.
*Gods, he’s hopeless. He doesn’t need a disco-ball, he has one built right into the walls of his bathroom!* Sango shook her head, even thinking of that wolf was going to drive her straight batty.
And if she didn’t find the toilet right quick, her bladder was going to go batty, too…
The second recessed door she tried (mirrored, of course), let into a thankfully un-mirrored water-closet. The walls in here were thankfully marbled in the same warm beige as the bedroom, the toilet as elegant as necessity allowed, with golden fittings surrounding the gleaming black surface. Real gold, if she wasn’t mistaken. Rolling her eyes, Sango finished up and kept her underwear off, dangling the white granny-panties from the silver knob on the outside of the door with a smirk.
Naked, she hobbled across the bathroom, trying not to look at herself from every blasted angle, and opened up the shower door. The floor, of course, was mirrored, as was the bench that curved around half of the expansive shower’s base. Rolling her eyes again---and wincing as she bent over, for she had a couple of bruised ribs that did not like the reflexive movement---she fiddled with the silver knobs, and got a face full of ice-cold water for her pains.
Gagging, Sango blindly turned the faucet off. That was certainly one way to wake the hell up.
She had better luck the second time around, and sank onto the bench as blessedly warm water sprayed gently around her, soothing the stiffness from her shoulders and easing the tension from her soul. She took her time, luxuriating in water that never cooled no matter how long she kept it running. Washing her hair with some type of expensively exotic shampoo and conditioner that smelled faintly of fresh-cut flowers, she was surprised to find an array of purely feminine products, including a pink loofah, sponge and razor.
*Wow, this guy goes all out, doesn’t he?*
The thought wasn’t as biting as it should have been; she was rather grateful that the black-haired youkai was so sure of himself with the ladies that he kept feminine bath products easily to hand in his very own shower. Using all of it with reckless abandon, Sango enjoyed pampering herself as she rarely would have.
*Hell, he can afford it. Still---scary how much crap he has. This guy is Big Time. He plays the game like no one I know. Damn.*
Now where they hell did that thought come from? Why should she care if Mr. KY had a band-wagon full of groupies just licking their lips to be near his hot, sexy self? She was hardly one to run panting after a man---er, youkai---and she definitely wasn’t going to start now! Though, damn if he wasn’t just as hot as she remembered, even dressed more casually in jeans and a rumpled blue T-shirt. His shirt hadn’t had any stupid junk written across the front, and reminded of her humiliation---multiple humiliations---of earlier, she frowned as she climbed out of the shower, dragging a white towel from off a convenient bar and then using it to dry off.
Thriftily using the same towel to wrap her wet hair up off her neck, Sango dragged the bulky white bathrobe over her slender figure, wincing a bit as she put too much weight on her tender ankle. Damn. She was going to be limping it for a few days, until the stupid thing healed. It wasn’t more than strained, however, and she had been rather surprised by how few cuts and bruises she had, after that heinous fight last night at the club.
Weird, that.
Shrugging off what she couldn’t explain (and hardly mattered), Sango belted the robe closed just as a faint knock heralded the arrival of her youkai nemesis. Cracking the door open, he looked downright disappointed to find her already covered by the shapeless white robe.
Sango scowled at his image in the unbroken mirror above the sink, not bothering to turn and face him. “Don’t you knock?”
“I knocked.” His grin grew wicked as he stared down at the reflective floor beneath her bare feet.
Sango’s eyes narrowed.
Boy, you’re turning me on right now,
I can’t get down like that right now…
“I brought you some clothing.” He said, by way of a peace offering, wrenching his eyes up off of the tantalizing view of her inner thighs on the mirrored floor beneath her feet with an effort.
“I don’t need another of your lame T-shirts.” She bit out, all pins and needles like a bristling porcupine.
He chuckled, remembering her reaction to his “Fucked” shirt. It seemed funnier now, than it had then. “It wasn’t on purpose, I assure you.”
His blue eyes were guileless; she didn’t seem to be falling for it, though. Taking her silence for assent, he flung the door wide and dragged in a couple of shopping bags that had arrived only a few hours ago by special delivery. Plopping them on the counter between the dual sinks, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned one hip against the sink beside him. She looked cute wrapped in that over-sized robe. The doubly-knotted belt around her trim waist reminded him of a present he wouldn’t mind unwrapping before Christmas…
“Are you done?” She snapped, not liking the effect his smoldering blue eyes had on her good sense.
“I told you, koi, we ain’t half-done yet.” He reminded her, his voice husky with desire.
She trembled, her eyes going all cinnamon and wide, and he smiled---a slow, sensual smile.
Don’t want to disturb the flow,
This is not my M.O.
Hold up, wait a minute, movin’ too fast,
I want something like this here to last… (Too fast…)