InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eat You Alive ❯ Chapter Bob Continues..... ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer: The crooked man who lived in a crooked house was too busy trying to get his house up to code to get them for me. Also Blink 182 does not belong to me. Even though they broke up, they still rock on in my heart. Love you Mark, Tom and Travis!

 

Chapter 14: Chapter Bob continues…..

 

“Totosai give me your phone.” Inuyasha held out his hand, waiting for the old man to comply.

 

“Why?” He slowly handed to phone over.

 

“I need to talk to the head of the label.” He punched send once he found the number on the contacts list. “After watching the girls I finally figured out an argument.”

 

“What is it?” Miroku asked.

 

“Shut up.” Inuyasha listened intently to the other end. “Hey, it's Inuyasha…..Sengoku…..Yeah, I need to talk to the head…..Because I have something to ask him about our next tour…..Yes, it's urgent!…..I'll hold.” He started tapping his foot.

 

“What is your plan Inuyasha?” Miroku asked tightly.

 

The hanyou sighed and slid his eyes over to his best friend. “We've changed our sound, so we need to get people from our first album mindset to our next album mindset.” Sango looked at him blankly. As did Totosai.

 

“So we need two bands to make that transition,” Miroku smiled. “Good idea. But that only lets us take two. What about the other three?”

 

“I'm going to tell this guy to get over here and scan the underground circuit for some new stuff. New York isn't the only place that has great music.”

 

(AN: Like Oklahoma! We're not some dustbowl, inbred, hillbilly state like everyone seems to think. And I happen to have a full set of gleaming white teeth, thank you. I mean, come on, Ms. Oklahoma won the Ms. America pageant in 1998, or something like that. Plus, The All-American Rejects aren't our only band, ya know. Sheesh! But I digress.)

 

“Sounds like a good plan, for once.” Sango gave him a pat on the back. The hanyou growled and hit Miroku over the head.

 

“Ow, Inuyasha! What was that for?” The monk shouted.

 

“Humph, why not?” Inuyasha turned his attention back to the phone. “Yeah, I'm still here…..Thanks…..Mr. Takagi, this is Inu-…..Oh, you do…..Yes I have an argument that actually makes sense!…..Well, I'll tell you when I'm damn good and- Miroku! Give that back!”

 

“Let the eloquent ones speak.” He put the phone to his ear. “Mr. Takagi?…..This is Miroku…..Yes. What my crass friend was trying to say, is that we're going back to our old sound on this next one and we need someone to bridge the gap between the two genres…..No we haven't discussed this change with the company…..Well, I guess we thought you'd be fine with…..No…..No…..Yes he-…..Um…..Uh, we…..Sango, take the phone and try to explain.”

 

He practically threw the phone to the taijiya who deftly caught it and waited for the yelling on the other end to calm before putting it up to her ear. “Mr. Takagi?…..Sango…..Yes, we understand the `possible repercussions of our actions'…..Sir…..Sir…..Sir, if you would please just listen…..Thank you. We believe that since we were discovered playing upbeat songs, it would be acceptable to revert back to that sound. If you have any reservations, we will rewrite and record the entire thing over. But it will take a lot longer than the three weeks you gave us to be done with it……Yes, sir, I think it would be in the best interest of the company to trust that our decision regarding this is best…..” She raised a brow. “No, sir, I don't think that Totosai is a `poo-poo headed doormat of a manager' who's `too incompetent to deal with people a quarter of his age'…..Well, he might be a little flighty and senile, but he's a good manager otherwise…..Thank you sir…..Uh-huh. Goodbye.” She sighed and pushed the end button.

 

“Well?” Inuyasha asked from where he was holding back Totosai's meager attacks to get to the phone and tell the head just what he thought of that.

 

“I just saved Totosai's job,” she said dryly.

 

The hanyou growled. “And?”

 

Sango half-heartedly smiled. “He gave us two. No more.”

 

“We can deal with two.” Miroku ran a hand through his hair. “I just feel bad that we can't do anything about the others.”

 

“I can talk to him about setting up a scouting expedition.” Totosai picked at a hangnail.

 

“Is that for recruitment or poaching?” Inuyasha raised an eyebrow.

 

“Burn!” Miroku screamed.

 

Sango tried hard not to smile. “So, have we decided on the two we're taking with us?”

 

“I think that was decided before they started to perform.” Miroku rolled his eyes. “Why else would our argument be that we needed one serious band and one giddy band?”

 

“So you all agree then?” Totosai looked around at them.

 

They nodded and said in unison, “Mortis and Kamikaze.”

 

@_@

 

The bands crowded around backstage waiting for the verdict, even though it was pretty much apparent who had won. They were all glaring at the group of four females like they were the cause of world hunger.

 

“Why are they staring at us like they want to eat us?” Rin asked Ayame.

 

“Because they know we rock and totally kicked their asses,” the wolf explained.

 

“Oh. Okay.”

 

Kagura looked back towards the stage, waiting for the emcee to come and say that they'd reached a decision.

 

“This is taking way too long.” The elemental turned back to her band. “I'm going to leave. Who's coming with?”

 

“You can't just leave Kagura,” Rin pleaded. “What if they announce it right after we go?”

 

“Would that be so bad? We didn't want to come in the first place and they know where to find us. No big.”

 

“But-”

 

“No buts! The only reason I agreed to come was to see if they really meant what they said about changing their sound,” Kagura sighed. “If they keep ignoring us like this, then I don't even want to know.”

 

“They're changing their sound?” Tasuki was suddenly at her side.

 

“That's what they said.”

 

“Maybe that's why they kept all us punkers and not those rock-heads.” He laughed shortly. “Makes sense now. Wondered why they did that.”

 

Kyoukotsu sneered as he overheard their conversation. “Why would they want to sound like all of you?”

 

Kagura glared up to the ten foot high man. “Maybe `cause we actually sound good!”

 

“Why you bitc-”

 

“Kyoukotsu!” Ren yelled. “Shut up. Not everything is about you!”

 

“That's a good one brother.” He crossed his arms. “But I think you're mistaken.”

 

“You think?” The lead singer lifted a sardonic brow and stared at the giant. “Cause from where I'm standing, all you got is your size.”

 

“I'm stronger than you shrimp.”

 

“You wanna prove that?”

 

“Let's go.”

 

Rin looked between the glaring men. “Is this normal for them?” She asked their drummer.

 

“Yeah,” Suikotsu sighed. “Kyou doesn't like to admit the Earth circles around the Sun, and Ren tries to bring him down. Mega-man over there used to pull the same stuff with Bankotsu. He's our leader.”

 

“Leader?” Ayame frowned. “Sounds like your in a gang or something.”

 

“In a way. We'd call him our older brother, but that's not really accurate.” Suikotsu thought back, wondering why he was sharing all this with these girls. “All five of us were adopted, and one more too. Our foster parents only had one boy, Bankotsu. He was born a few years before we got brought into their home, but he's the youngest. And the one with the best ideas. He's really strong too, stronger than Kyoukotsu over there, though Kyou doesn't like to admit it.”

 

“Are they really gonna fight in here?” Tasuki took a defensive stance between Kagura and the bickering men. The woman just rolled her eyes.

 

“No, they usually reduce each other to half-assed insults right about,” he looked at his pocket watch, “now.”

 

“You pansy assed son of a bitch.”

 

“At least I don't smell like a road killed skunk.”

 

“Oh yeah, well, you, uh,” Kyou couldn't find anything worse than what had already been said. “Booger-brain.”

 

“Good one, I'll have to remember that next time I meet a three-year-old.” Ren tilted his head back and laughed.

 

“Shut up,” Kyoukotsu sulked. “You're dumb.”

 

“No, you're dumb.”

 

“No, you're dumb, stupid.”

 

“That's so redundant, stupid.”

 

“Shut up.”

 

“Make me.”

 

“Oh god.” Suikotsu sat on one of the cases carrying his drums. “This could go on for hours.”

 

The people watching the moron fest around him just nodded.

 

@_@

 

“Sorry I'm late,” Kagome said out of breath. “I didn't think it would take five hours to find one outfit. Should've known better.” She sighed and collapsed into a seat beside Inuyasha.

 

“That's fine.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You missed everyone playing but we haven't announced the winner yet.”

 

“Do you know the winner?”

 

“Yeah. We got two.”

 

“Two? They let you pick two?”

 

“I had to talk them into it, but yeah.”

 

“You talked them into it?” Miroku asked sarcastically.

 

“We all did.” The hanyou admitted.

 

“Aw, you're so humble.” She kissed his cheek.

 

“Come on.” He tried to hide his blush by giving her a bone crushing hug and burying his face in her neck. “Don't say stuff like that in front of the guys.”

 

“Alright.” She lifted his head from her shoulder. “How can I make it up to you?”

 

He gave her a lopsided smile. “I can think of a few ways.”

 

“Really?” Kagome smiled with a sparkle in her eye. “Something like this?”

 

Moving in with a saucy smirk, she tentatively touched his lips. Slowly moving her tongue to lap at him, she gained access and dominated the kiss. With a growl, he surged up and grasped her hair in his fist, tilting her head back and taking control of the lip lock with an ardor to rival a cat in heat.

 

After getting over the shock that Inuyasha would allow this to happen in public, Sango wolf-whistled and Miroku tried to cop a feel on the distracted taijiya. But only succeeded in getting another red handprint on his face.

 

The mood broken, Kagome and Inuyasha reluctantly broke apart.

 

“Later, lover. Promise,” the hanyou whispered huskily.

 

Kagome blushed beet red at the endearment meant for her ears only.

 

Miroku cleared his throat. “Shouldn't we be announcing the winner now that we know how many we can have?”

 

“I guess we can do it now,” Sango feigned exasperation. “After all, we've made them wait almost an hour.”

 

“Because of me?” Kagome turned big, dewy eyes to her boyfriend.

 

“Naw. `Cause we were negotiating,” he clarified.

 

“Ah.”

 

“So, let's do it. Totosai,” Inuyasha snapped his fingers at the old man, “get the guy.”

 

“Aye, aye Captain Dick.” The youkai mock-saluted. “Tator,” he finished lamely after catching Inuyasha's glare and, cowering, went to find the emcee.

 

@_@

 

The emcee gathered the bands and brought them back onstage. What few people were left whistled and cheered for their respective loved ones.

 

“Ready girls?” Kagura asked over her shoulder.

 

“Yeah,” they chorused and prepared to carry out the plan.

 

“Thanks for waiting,” Miroku shouted to the stage full of people. “We wish that we could take all of you with us, unfortunately our label won't allow it. So we've reached an agreement with them and each other. We can only take two and we've chosen Kamikaze and Mortis.” The crowd grumbled and some of them started to leave. “I'm sorry to you all, but we will get someone down here to check out the club scene. So keep yourself out there and available. Thank you and-”

 

“Wait!” A young woman's voice boomed over the milling people. They stopped and turned. “Since we were auditioning for your newest album, could we have a preview?”

 

The crowd parted to reveal Kamikaze standing tall and looking defiantly at Sengoku. Each of the girls switched expressions immediately, once the people had parted, to an assuaging look of pleading desperation.

 

“Yeah!” and “Let's hear it!” was heard from the bands and even the people in the chairs.

 

“We can't disappoint our fans, Inuyasha,” Miroku stated.

 

“But what song are we gonna do?” Sango looked at the boys.

 

The hoard of people watching them held their breaths as it seemed to them that the band was discussing if they should or not.

 

“I don't know.” Inuyasha looked at Kagome, begging her to say something that would make some kind of difference.

 

“You need one to show them what you'll be playing next time. Maybe one of your happy ones?” She shrugged, having next to no clue what their new songs were.

 

“I think I know what we could play,” Sango grinned. “How about that one Inuyasha wrote after his big night.” She slid her eyes to Kagome who looked back with confusion.

 

“What night?” the girl asked.

 

Miroku grinned and also looked at Kagome. “You mean the night that he-”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I love that one.”

 

“Then let's do it.”

 

They all stood and moved towards the stage. Everyone released their breath, resulting in a wind effect to come rushing from the bleachers, ruffling Sango's hair, plastering Inuyasha's to his head and mussing Miroku's bangs. The girls in the crowd squealed and the boys whooped and hollered.

 

“What one are we doing?” Inuyasha asked.

 

“First Date,” Sango answered.

 

“Oh, that one,” Miroku sulked.

 

“What one did you think I was talking about?” The girl frowned.

 

“Nothing!” He said quickly.

 

Sango narrowed her eyes at the monk. “You were thinking about that perverted one he wrote after he…..weren't you?!”

 

“Noooooooo?” He drew out.

 

“I thought we decided not to do that one.”

 

“Maybe,” he jumped onstage, “maybe not.”

 

“Grrrr. Boys!” She threw her hands in the air. It caused everyone to cheer. “Oh, forget it.” She grabbed a bass and waited for the cue to start.

 

Miroku pounded on his drums to open in a tripping manner. Inuyasha and Sango joined strumming a fast and upbeat melody. Inuyasha backed off for Miroku and Sango to take up the melody while he sang.

 

He grabbed the microphone and leaned forward, staring at Kagome. Hoping she knew when this was written, he smiled widely at her, causing the other girls around to swoon and/or scream. She smiled back.

 

In the car I just can't wait

To pick you up on our very first date.

Is it cool if I hold your hand?

Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?

 

He joined his friends with one note strumming over and over.

 

Sango had forgotten why she was so exasperated by this time into the song and was swaying while she played, absolutely hypnotizing Miroku. He couldn't keep his eyes off the straight line of her back swooping into a curving waist that accentuated itself whenever she moved back and forth.

 

`Hmmmm, me so horny. Mm-mm, me so horny,' he chanted along with the Asian girl singing in his head.

 

Do you like my stupid hair?

Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?

I'm just scared of what you think.

You make me nervous so I really can't eat.

 

Kagome had to laugh at that. `Liar. You ate like a pig.'

 

The hanyou's one note turned into a quick riff. The riff punctuated the end of the first two lines, and was joined by the drums and bass for the third. Miroku also harmonized with him on the vocals for the third line.

 

A swivel of his hips was used to further punctuate it. And to make Kagome smile.

 

Let's go

Don't wait

This night's almost over

Honest

Let's make

This night last forever

 

The chorus hailed back to the beginning when they opened the song with a jam session.

 

Forever

And ever

Let's make this last forever

Forever

And ever

Let's make this last forever

 

Inuyasha pulled back again to repeat the same signature for the duration of the song. Kagome was laughing loudly by this time and it almost made him forget the words. He loved her laugh.

 

When you smile I melt inside.

I'm not worthy for a minute of your time.

I really wish it was only me and you.

I'm jealous of everybody in the room.

 

His eyes turned dewy as he sang the next part. Kagome just laughed harder. `He pulls that look off a little too well.'

 

Please don't look at me with those eyes.

Please don't hint that you're capable of lies.

I dread the thought of our very first kiss.

A target that I'm probably gonna miss.

 

`You never miss!' She wanted to scream out, but bit her tongue, choosing instead to laugh again when he moved his hips again for the chorus.

 

Let's go

Don't wait

This night's almost over

Honest

Let's make

This night last forever

 

Forever

And ever

Let's make this last forever

Forever

And ever

Let's make this last forever

 

Sango strummed a triple meter ascending chord and nodded her head. Inuyasha slowly filtered in at a higher pitch and Miroku hit one note for every three that they played to complete the bridge.

 

The hanyou blew a kiss at his love and the girls in the audience screamed louder. Kagome looked around and glared at them. It went unnoticed.

 

When Miroku hit four drums one after the other, they knew it time to end.

 

Let's go

Don't wait

This night's almost over

Honest

Let's make

This night last forever

 

Forever

And ever

Let's make this last forever

Forever

And ever

Let's make this last forever

 

Inuyasha changed the standard chorus to reach the song's end. Instead of downing the last note in `forever' he went up in his vocal range to reach it.

 

Forever

And ever

Let's make this last forever

 

And then he reverted back to end it.

 

Forever

And ever

Let's make this last forever

 

Like the girls they ended with slight feedback. Everyone screamed and cheered. Kagome jumped from her seat and rushed the stage, creating a mass exodus from the chairs. Inuyasha caught her arm and swung her up, drawing her into a searing kiss, staking her claim to him and his to her. Luckily the girls from the crowd stayed at the bottom of the stage, pawing to catch a finger to pet.

 

“Wow,” Kagura sighed as she watched them behind the curtain.

 

“Way better than they used to play,” Rin squealed.

 

“Almost as good as their old stuff,” Kanna smiled.

 

“It was just as good I think,” Ayame defended.

 

“Enough of this.” Kagura stomped out. “Good job. We'll be happy to head your tour.”

 

Inuyasha smiled into Kagome's eyes. “Good.”

 

“Very good,” she agreed.

 

“I don't think they're talking to us,” Rin quietly said.

 

“They're in their own world,” Sango sighed. “Again.”

 

“This happens often?” Kagura cocked a brow at the bassist.

 

“Only every time they're together.” Miroku laid a hand on Sango's shoulder.

 

“Hand, monk,” Sango growled.

 

“But my dove,” he began with a boyish smile, “why waste the good vibes here?”

 

Sango blushed and shrugged off his hand. “Because you have no taste.”

 

“Are you saying that you are tasteless?”

 

“What?! NO!” She turned around to smack him, but he caught her hand first.

 

“Such a lovely palm.” He traced the lines from her wrist to her fingertips. “Should I read it for you?”

 

“I don't think so.” She tried to control the shivers running down her spine as she stared into his violet eyes. But they felt too delicious to dismiss.

 

`Where did the air go?' She wondered as his eyes got more intense in their perusal of her face. `I want him to kiss me. Is that wrong?' No matter the arguments her brain had, her heart told her that anything with him was right. `But why now?'

 

She broke his gaze and looked at Kagome and Inuyasha. They were glancing at her from the corner of their eyes. They knew something. Something she couldn't figure out.

 

“What's wrong with you people?!” She shouted and stomped away.

 

“I think we've just seen the first step to self-actualization,” Kagome said matter-of-factly.

 

“You think?” Inuyasha looked at Miroku. The monk was staring after Sango with longing. Suddenly he ran after her. “I think we've just seen the first step across the line of friends to lovers.”

 

“Same thing.” The girl shrugged and looked around. “When did all these people get here?”

 

The entire crowd was staring and all the bands were trying to be inconspicuous. Except for Kagura and the girls.

 

“We've been waiting here for you to come down from your cloud for five minutes,” the elemental said dryly.

 

The couple blushed and laughed nervously.

 

@_@

 

“Sango wait!” Miroku yelled down the short hallway. “Don't leave yet. Please.”

 

His pleading tone made her turn. “I have no reason to stay. We're done here.”

 

He caught up to her. “Are we?” His hand was gentle as it sought hers.

 

“Miroku, don't do this.” Her eyes were troubled as they peered into his. “Not now. I need some time alone.”

 

“For what?” He frowned. “To talk yourself out of the way you felt back there?” He dropped her hand. “Damnit Sango, why can't you just let yourself feel for once, instead of trying to be detached from everything and everyone? Especially me.”

 

“Miroku don't-”

 

“Sango, you know how I feel about you, don't you? I've been trying to show you for years, but it just doesn't seem like you get it.”

 

“What have you been trying to show me, Miroku?” She glared. “That you like to grope women? That you have a thing for my ass? What?”

 

“That I love you, okay?!” His angry gaze softened as he realized what he'd said. “I love you. And I want the world to know it.”

 

Sango was shocked by his confession. She'd figured he'd just been trying to get in her pants since she was the most accessible woman half the time. This was the last thing she'd expected.

 

“You love me?” She asked quietly.

 

“Yes.” His hands settled on her shoulders. The warm weight was comforting. “I…..love…..you.”

 

She shrugged out of his hold. “I need some time Miroku. I told you that already. If you really loved me then you'd respect my wishes.”

 

His eyes burned when she walked out the door to the parking lot. “This did not go the way I always thought it would.” He banged his head against the brick wall. “Ow.”

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*That Night*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

“Is it me, or is something wrong here?” Kagome asked Inuyasha when they'd gotten back from a light dinner to find the house deserted.

 

“It's not you.” He sniffed the air and found the house to be completely empty. “No ones here, but they should've been back hours ago.”

 

“Wonder where they are…..” Kagome racked her brain to think of where they could be.

 

It was a Wednesday night, so not the Jewel. They might be out together, but they all drove their own cars. She thought Totosai would be home at least.

 

“Who cares,” her boyfriend said grandly. “We've got the place to ourselves and I know what I wanna do.” He pulled her into his arms and smiled a predatory grin.

 

“What's that?” She asked innocently.

 

He smiled gently at her. “Do you love me?”

 

She grinned back. “You know I do.”

 

“And do you want to be with me forever?”

 

“As far as I can tell.” She half-joked.

 

His smile dropped. “Now either you do or you don't.”

 

“Well, that's a really big question, Inuyasha.” Her brow creased as she thought about where he could possibly be going with this. Was he going to ask her to marry him? Did she love him enough to say yes?

 

“It is a very big question, Kagome, but I have to know.” He stared deeply into her big brown eyes. “I have to know if you want to be with me.”

 

She smiled softly at the pleading look in his amber orbs. “I want to be with you Inuyasha.”

 

Suddenly his lips were on hers. The soft, tentative touch quickly grew into a deep and searing kiss. She was swept away with the heat of it all and her mind melted into a puddle of quivering jelly. He wound his hand around her back and found her strapless bra. With one hand, he undid the clasp and pulled it out of the top, flinging it across the room.

 

Her own hands were not idle, clenching his shoulders and sliding into his hair, burying themselves in the warmth. Moving to a rhythm of their own, her hips ground into his as she felt the proof of his arousal through her thin pink dress.

 

The entire time, they had stayed in a tight lip-lock, until he ripped away and stared deeply into her eyes with hazed liquid gold, slowly bleeding into a red.

 

He gave a low growl and released her. “Run.”

 

“What?” She stumbled backwards as he stalked her. “Where?”

 

Instead of an answer, he sprang at her with a joyful noise. She screeched and fled. Laughing, she ran through the hall. Last time he did this was at the park. He chased her until she collapsed and then he carried her back to their picnic site where he hand-fed her grapes and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. That was a good day.

 

For some reason, she thought this might end differently.

 

Probably because this time, he kept sniffing the air and howling. It would have scared her if she didn't love him so damn much. Instead all she could do was laugh and run. She looked behind her and there he was, leaping down the hall, like an excited puppy.

 

There was no way she could deny that having him chase her, smell her, and growl for her turned her on. The evidence of that made running easier, extending her hips further and making the glide more effortless.

 

She leapt through the living room, spinning around the couch and daring him to corner her. He put both hands on the arms and snarled playfully at her smiling face. She faked running one way and took off the other. His growl sounded like a chuckle as he followed her erratic movements.

 

Her chest began to hurt as the tug of her unbound breasts bounced up and down as she ran. She looked for her bra but couldn't find it. Racing through the kitchen and up the stairs, she thought, `I'll find it later. This is no time to worry about stretch marks.' Her hands held them steady while she continued to play the prey.

 

At the top of the stairs, the corridor spread before her, giving two choices of where to run. She turned down a hall, catching her weight on a pillar and slinging herself around it. She could hear him sniffing, trying to figure which way she went. Seeing an open door, she ducked into one of the guest bathrooms.

 

The miko stepped into the clean tub and ducked behind the curtain. It was spacious enough to accommodate her laying flat on the bottom. Kagome tried to control her rapid breathing. She could hear him now, smelling the doorway. Her heart thudded, it was only a matter of time.

 

Inuyasha had stalked her through the hall, giving her time to try to escape him. She could ever escape him. His predatory instincts urged him on and all he could do was obey the rush of power coming from deep within.

 

Blood was rushing through his body, making his entire being thrum with restrained desire. From the bottom of his toes up his spine to his brain, surging back down to his nose heightening his senses even further and on to his straining member, eager for it's mate.

 

Her scent was clinging around him and all of his attention was focused on finding the source of that intoxicating aroma. He followed it down one end of the house, tracing it into one caged chamber. She was in here, he could smell it. Careful not to frighten his prey, he moved through the room. Finding her scent to be strongest in the porcelain tub, he pulled back the curtain and smirked at what he found.

 

Kagome had curled into a ball, hoping to prolong the chase. She closed her eyes tightly, childishly believing the myth that if you couldn't see it, it couldn't see you. Yet, at the same time, with adult knowledge, knowing that that was a bunch of bull.

 

She heard his growl and cracked one eye to find him leaning over the lip mere inches from her face, his eyes red and glowing. She screeched, causing him to rear back and hold his ears. He growled louder and leaned forward again, intending to haul her from the tub and into his arms. At the last second, she twisted and sprang out.

 

She didn't get far.

 

He caught her around the middle before she could leave and carried her back to his lair. The place where his own scent was strongest in the whole house. His human self reminded him that it was called his room, not lair. No matter. His bitch was in his arms and he was going to prove to her how strong and capable a mate he would be for her.

 

She had never seen him like this before and, frankly, it kind of scared her. She wiggled in his arms, staring at the red eyes and markings on his face, the way his fangs got longer and overlapped his lip. Miroku had told her something like this might happen when she went back and talked to him privately last week, but she didn't think it would be this drastic.

 

He could smell her fear and he didn't like it. His mate should never be afraid of him. He held her closer and tried to comfort her the only way he knew how at the time. The rumbling growl echoing from his chest eased her fear and she looped her arms around his neck as he walked.

 

He laid her on the bed and settled beside her. A finger gently traced her cheek and a thumb glided across her pouty lips. His mouth descended on hers, the fangs receding to their smaller shape to make it easier for him to kiss her human mouth. The kiss was everything she had come to expect and more. Passion, fiery and hot, bled from his mouth to hers and his probing tongue traced every facet of her cavern, feeding her own desire to near insanity.

 

Her clothes were too tight, too clingy. She needed to be free, to breathe without constraint. She arched into him, begging silently for him to undo the zipper and slip off the dress. He complied to the unspoken request and slid the straps from her shoulders. He tore his lips from her to nip along her neck, laving the spot that he would place his venom, marking her forever as his.

 

Eventually he reached her shoulders and drew his lips across her delicate skin, teasing her nerve endings. She moaned for him to hurry up and take her. She couldn't stand the torture. Her core was throbbing and she needed relief. He chuckled and buried his nose in her neck, breathing deeply of her aroused scent.

 

She ran her fingers through his hair and reached his ears. The undisguised appendages were twitching in her direction and scouting instinctively for signs of anyone possibly disrupting them. She rubbed the base and delighted in his moan. The first time she had discovered how sensitive they were, she was surprised by his reaction. He had nearly humped her thigh. This time he ripped her dress completely off and bit her nipple.

 

She almost screamed at the shock that caused a spasm to tear through her womanhood. Her sharp gasp reached his ears and he smirked.

 

`So my bitch liked that, did she? Let's see how she likes this.'

 

He drew the nipple from between his teeth into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tip. She gasped again and dug her nails into his scalp. He growled and shook his head to dislodge her claws. She got the message and began rubbing his ears more fervently. He moaned and sucked on the other nipple before releasing it and placing kisses down her chest.

 

She whimpered, mourning the loss of his ears, and arched into the touch. He licked down her lean stomach and kissed along the border of her sex. She grabbed his head, not comfortable with him being that close to it with his mouth. He growled and shook out of her hold.

 

“Please don't,” she moaned. “Not yet.”

 

Hearing her voice filter through his youkai, Inuyasha's eyes warred back to a golden hue as he returned from himself. He looked at the situation with new eyes. What had he done? She had bite marks on her neck and her breasts were glowing from all the attention he had given. She was incredibly aroused and it teased his nose. He climbed from the bed and stood by the window.

 

“What's wrong?” She propped herself on an elbow and looked at him.

 

“I bit you.” He looked at her. She saw that his eyes were back to her favorite shade. “I almost took you, Kagome. I don't think you're ready for this.”

 

“Are you?” She asked him from beneath her lashes.

 

“Yes,” he groaned. “I've been ready for you for thirty years.”

 

She smiled knowing that he loved her enough to overcome any embarrassment she had about her body. “If you're ready, then I'm ready.” She laid back down and spread her arms behind her head, exposing everything she had to offer. “Don't keep me waiting, lover.”

 

With a moan, he turned to look at her and saw with extreme appreciation how she looked spread seductively across his bed. This seemed oddly familiar. He decided to give her a show, considering she was already nude and he head yet to even take off his shirt.

 

He slid his hands down his stomach and lifted the edges of his black Harley-Davidson shirt slowly over his head, flinging it away and taunting her with his toned muscles. He lifted glowing golden eyes to her and shook out his white hair letting it float around his smooth tan shoulders.

 

She gasped at how familiar this seemed. Like she had lived it once before. Then she remembered her dream. The one she had lied to Kouga about having. She leapt from the bed and raced to the bathroom. Now that she could see the images together it was a wonder she hadn't noticed before that his room was the same as the dream room. Right down to the red shower curtain.

 

He followed her into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her waist, cradling her from behind.

 

“What's the matter? Am I too much for you?” He smirked.

 

She laughed throatily. “I'm just having the strangest deja-vu.” She turned in his embrace and wrapped him in one of her own. “I could swear I dreamed of this.”

 

He dipped his head and stopped right before joining with her. “You could say all of this has been a dream, love. Because I never thought I'd have someone like you want me.”

 

He closed the distance and backed her against the wall. He grasped her buttocks and lifted her against him. Her legs wrapped around his hips of their own accord. He moaned into her mouth and tried to keep his breathing under control while her hot core pressed against his member, aching to be free of the denim prison.

 

Kagome sensed his discomfort when he dropped her in the sink. She hissed when her back scraped against the faucet, but pulled herself back out to stand on the floor and tried not to laugh at him fiddling with the button of his pants. His claws kept getting in the way in his haste, so taking one swipe, he popped the button off. He chocked when two small hands reached his and finished pulling down the zipper. The warm fingers traced over his hips as they dragged the jeans down to the ground. He stepped out and moaned when he felt the lips kissing up his inner thigh.

 

Kagome ignored the hairy legs and bypassed his boxers, choosing instead to stare him in the eye while she took them off, and averting her eyes when they pulled over his manhood. He was enthralled at the small movement, how her back muscles flexed when her shoulders shimmied to free him. Especially the way her butt wiggled and her torso hid itself between her legs. When she straightened again, he drew her tight against him and walked them back to the bed. He kissed her deeply and let her drop onto the sheets, his hand cradling her head and his hips firmly planted between her thighs.

 

He moved his kiss from her lips to under her chin, giving his submission to her will. He moved back over her, kissing her forehead and giving her his love. Then he moved her onto her stomach and nipped the back of her neck, proving his dominance.

 

She felt dizzy from his kisses and woozy from the small surges of power she felt coming from him every time he moved to a new place on her body. She felt like he was claiming every inch of her and marking his place on her soul. He spread over her back and growled in her ear. She turned her head and nipped under his chin then rolled over and gave him her neck. She had no idea why she did it, but it felt right.

 

He was pleased with her show of submission. The youkai smiled and retreated fully after his command to the voice that he could handle this alone. He kissed her deeply and positioned himself at her entrance. Looking into her eyes for any sign of resistance, he slowly eased in.

 

It was like sinking into molten gold. So tight and hot that he had to stop for a moment just to keep from taking her too roughly. This was her first time too and she deserved more than some animal taking out his pleasure without giving any to her.

 

Kagome winced at the stretching. It was a pleasant pain, but it was still pain. And the pangs got sharper the farther he got in, keeping her from being entirely pleased at the intrusion. She was relieved when he stopped and flexed her muscles around him, trying to ease the freezing shards ripping through her. She whimpered at the same time he moaned.

 

How odd that something giving her such pain could give him pleasure. If she were a more philosophical person, she would say that it was a woman's burden to bear the pain and keep her man happy. But she was never one for deep-minded thoughts at times like this.

 

He lifted his head from where it had fallen against her chest and looked into the pinched face of his lover. He whimpered and kissed the side of her neck, saying sorry and trying to comfort her. He knew that he was the one causing her to hurt and he hated it. Breaking her was breaking him in a way. Thus was the burden of men: To sacrifice a piece of himself for the woman he loved.

 

The pain finally let up enough that she could finally enjoy what having a man inside her felt like. He filled her in a way she had never felt before. She had always imagined what it would be like to have this every time she pleasured herself and felt that ache for something more. But this was above anything she thought. And he wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? She was stretched out and ready for some friction! Did he not know that?! She figured not. So her hips tilted into his and she moaned when he slid further in.

 

He groaned and steeled himself from hurting her anymore, tentatively pulling out an inch and sliding back slowly. Her head pushed against the pillows and she clutched his back. He stared at the straight column of her throat and wondered at the small noise that came out. Testing the waters, he repeated the action and delighted when the pleased cry came again.

 

Getting more confident that he wasn't hurting her, but in fact pleasing her, he pulled farther out and slid back in a little faster. Her moans became more audible and he couldn't get enough. She pushed against him, trying to get him to go faster. He heeded her command and dug his knees into the mattress. Her nails scratched against his back while he picked up speed, pounding faster.

 

The wet slap of skin against skin was almost enough to make her giggle, until he hit one spot that had her screaming her release. He grinned and went faster as the slickness between them made it much easier to move. She was flowing onto his sheets but neither of them cared. He grabbed her hips and sat up, making her do a halfway backbend. She moaned deeply when he stretched her stomach muscles and hit a deeper spot. Her hands went behind her head, supporting her and letting her push against him harder.

 

He growled when she clenched her inner muscles around him, dragging him down to a spot that opened and closed in rapid succession. It pulled at his tip and he moaned when his release came nearer. He felt a white hot tingling in his lower back and moved her back down on the bed. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and got back on his knees. The new position causing his member to tilt up and repeatedly hit that one spot as he lost himself in the rhythm. His thrusts became faster and faster and Kagome held onto the bedposts to hold off on her second release long enough to grant him his own.

 

It took a lot of effort to look at him, but she forced her eyes open and truly saw what he was feeling. Her legs dropped from his shoulders and he surged over her. His mouth had dropped open and moans escaped erratically from both of their lips. Kagome couldn't wait anymore and threw her head back into the soft pillows as her body shook, clenched and un-clenched faster than she believed it could. He felt her spasm around him again and let his own climax burst through.

 

Riding the waves of ecstasy, he bit into her neck, hard enough to draw blood and release his venom. The venom was not poisonous and was only released during mating. It blended her scent with his for all youkai to know she was claimed. He would have to replenish it every month to keep it strong. The scent wearing off would cause him to go insane with the need to fix it, so she was in for a lot of rutting.

 

But he would think more about that later.

 

Right now, listening to her breathing even out and deepen was enough to calm him down. She would need all the strength she could get to weather tomorrow, because he planned to show her just what youkai stamina meant. He pulled out of his mate and stretched next to her, giving in to the sweet abyss of sleep.

 

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