InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Elsewhere ❯ Chapter Ten ( Chapter 10 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: flowers

Disclaimer: This chapter contains adult content but nothing exceeding the R rating. Read at your own discretion. I do not own Inuyasha nor do I profit.

“I know this love is passing time
passing through like liquid
I am drunk in my desire
but I love the way you smile at me
I love the way your hands reach out

and hold me near

I believe...”

- Sarah McLachlan, Elsewhere

Chapter Ten

In her room again she found herself feeling very alone. Turning music on to announce her arrival she slunk back to her bed. Lying there staring at the ceiling thoughts of Sesshoumaru clouded her mind. He was so cold and distant but at times he was almost warm and welcoming. He was childish and regal, wild and elegant. Then her thoughts strayed to Inuyasha.

There were similarities but one thing that truly separated the two was demeanor. Inuyasha was the incessant prankster and potty mouth. Sesshoumaru in the past would have been cold, arrogant, and calculating. Humans were `insects' to him thus making him seem untouchable. In a way at that time both were lacking in maturity. She knew her own behavior fed Inuyasha's actions; after all she was a teenager short on maturity herself. She had grown since then.

At the end with Inuyasha, their relationship grew deeper. `I love you,' sat always on the tip of her tongue and now she knew he felt the same way. Why was life so unfair? She had been ready to commit herself to him. All her friends back here during that time had been through many boyfriends testing the waters in their own way. She was so jealous.

The first date, the first school social, the first… time. They had all experienced sex and explained it to her in vivid detail. She felt a longing at that time that was new to her body. A burning lump in her stomach like she had swallowed a hot coal. It spread from her chest down to her toes.

She grew to understand this slow burn. Inuyasha flared it on many occasions like the time he told her his desire to be human. That was the first time she had ever `made out' like her friends called it, like she used to call it until it happened.

It was so much deeper than words, beyond language that she could speak. Especially such a vulgar term like that. She chose to think of it as `making love' even though she knew that term meant something more. Something she couldn't explain because her experience was only `making out'. She punched her pillow trying to choke back bitter tears.

“Kagome, you're home! I didn't hear you come in,” her mother said through the door.

“Yeah Mama I'm back early,” she left it at that. Her mother quickly picked up her mood and returned to doing whatever it was her mother does. Kagome turned to lie on her back again. What a fucked up world. She succeeded in choking back her tears; she wouldn't give the Gods the cruel pleasure of hearing her sobs once again. These thoughts were all too hopeless and infuriating..

She sat up to pull her shirt over her head then unzipped her pants. Catching her own movements in the far mirror she paused to study her frame. The young woman staring back didn't appear to be a little girl anymore but she felt like a child in her mind. She stood and let her pants fall to the floor followed by her bra. She always thought her breasts were too small, her hips too narrow.

She let her hand fall to her right breast. How many times did she wish Inuyasha would hold her in such a way? He was always a gentleman, even on that occasion when he found her completely nude in that bath of mineral water. She recalled how he passed out. She hurriedly fell to his side, coveting this time with him in such a suggestive situation even though she was concerned for him and played it off as such. As the memories came hot tears fell onto her breasts and slid slowly down the length of her torso, the way she wished those clawed hands had.

She fell back into her bed and sobbed herself to sleep for the all the world and the cruel Gods to see. She slipped quickly into whispered dreams of Inuyasha caressing her how she had always imagined.

After the hunt Sesshoumaru returned to his home and cleansed himself. Kagome had been so distant today, not like her open nature. He slipped on his `modern' slacks and a button down dark shirt. Even if she didn't approve of it, he would observe her slumber tonight. Maybe dreams where plaguing her again.

He locked his front door and took to flight by land. Greatly relaxed from his hunt running was exquisite, especially at night. Soon enough he was leaping onto her roof.

Something was different. Her window was open.

Then an interesting scent caught him… arousal. This was disconcerting, was someone with her? No she was alone. He supposed this was natural enough. He had never scented her personal arousal due to the fact that when she sexually matured the well opened and he couldn't get very close for fear of Inuyasha sensing him. It had been pleasant on occasion to see his hanyou brother traversing this strange and modern era. Yet making himself known even to Inuyasha would have upset a delicate balance.

He crept up to look in her window. She was tossing and turning on her pink bed sheets, barely clothed, he could smell the brine of recent tears. She must have cried herself to sleep only to slip into this plaguing dream of lust. He found this amusing and calculated the scent. It was like most human females but untouched. Dreams were plaguing her indeed; he smirked and moved closer to the window.

At least her sadness was gone. But who was tying her dreams in such a heated knot? With a husky syllable she moaned through her perverse musings he knew.

“Inu…” could barely be registered but he heard it plain enough.

Maybe this wasn't the best of omens. As he thought this her scent became laced with fear. The dream was turning from good to bad. She started crying and shivering. He quickly jumped inside and pulled the blankets around her shoulders.

Her eyes flew open.

“Inuyasha?” she whispered and reached out to him. He felt a wave of sadness and let her rest in his arms.

“No child,” he said softly. She sobbed a bit more and moved in closer bringing them chest to chest. He put his arms around her letting one hand rest on her head. “This is all to be expected, it will pass.”

“I was having a dream, it was…” she let her words trail as realization set in and he could feel her body almost catch fire. `She must be embarrassed' he thought, that he was there and she was in this manner of dress. He soon found that wasn't the case at all.

She held him tighter. Her thoughts were so jumbled and he was so close. After a night filled with struggle she didn't care what he thought. She would stay in his arms a bit longer. In an instant he regretted stepping through that window and interfering. He was at a loss. What to do?

He did what anyone would in such a situation. He began talking.

“Yes this is to expected. You are lonely and confused. Your companion is not returning, every creature goes through these same changes,” he was talking mostly to himself. She was, however, lifting her head to his neck and barely placing her soft lips on sensitive skin. Many things came to his mind at that point but none of them sane. This strange little human bringing chaos to his mind again. He started to pull away but she didn't comply.

“Please, I'm sorry, can I stay like this a bit longer?” she breathed, to his dismay, heavily on his neck. He felt something deep and feral graze his mind; the room was still heavy with the scent of her arousal, her innocent lust.

“No, I think it best I take my leave,” he tried to say with his authoritarian voice but instead it came out in a harsh whisper as her hand traveled to his neck to hook him in. “Please girl, release me now,” he said regaining a bit of his voice. She moaned and rose to bring her head closer to his face.

“I just want to feel close to someone again. You came to me, please let me at least enjoy your sympathy,” she reeked of desire and innocence. Didn't she know he could sense this? Did she care? He would make her care.

“You do not know what you ask for…” He said in growl and snatched her hand from his neck. She entwined her fingers in his. She really, truthfully didn't know, had no clue, what she was asking for. She apparently didn't care. “Your actions will not be met with a tender response, I can assure you,” he snapped trying to free his hand from hers.

She knew this; after all she had been wracked by Inuyasha's feral affections. She continued to raise her head to his, pushing against him. It was almost too intoxicating for him to bear. How long had he been without this kind of attention, a hundred years? Maybe more? He tried with added force to push her away. It was almost as if she had been prepared for this and clung to his back with her other arm. He snapped.

He pushed her hard down onto her bed running his hand in hurried motion from her back to her neck. He would convince her by force. This dominate action triggered something within him. He fought a primal urge threatening to consume his mind. Why couldn't he control this response?

In a flash sanity was gone.

He ran his lips in fluid motion across the fevered skin of her arm, so warm, so alive. His hands were filled with her flesh, her soft breath meeting the junction of his neck and shoulders. Before he knew what was happening he had clamped his fangs into her collarbone. The lesson he was trying to teach her had gone very askew. She muffled a cry, or was it a moan of pleasure?

Wanton little bitch.

Her blood filled his mouth, sweet and exotic. Human blood was something he hadn't tasted in many hundreds of years. Instinct filled his brain and took his body. He found himself flush on top of her slowly licking the wound from her bare chest to her neck, smearing blood all the way to her chin.

He moved his hand slowly down to the meat of her thighs and sunk his claws into the flesh there, so inviting and penetrable. A scream caught in her throat. As their eyes met his red tinged vision cleared slightly. Remembering suddenly who she was, he lessened his vice-like grip.

“Is this what you wanted?” he snarled at her. His angelic visage drew into a dangerously beautiful grimace. She didn't know what she wanted. The feel of him against her intensified and sank that burning coal to a spot deep within her groin. However, the pain was real enough and she could smell her own blood.

This was scary and erotic all at once. She had done this to him, forcing herself on him when he didn't want it. She began to weep for her mistake and fear for her body, a real virgin fear of the unknown. He quickly turned back into the Sesshoumaru she thought she knew and he sat up to gather her in his arms like a child.

“Now girl, look at what I have done to you,” he said softly and put his hand on her head. “Never put yourself in these situations. I am aware that you have no clue but tonight will serve as a reminder. I am not Inuyasha, I am a creature of instinct. My intimacy would not find you… unharmed,” he continued gently but firm.

However the smell of her blood was intoxicating. Choking him. He tightened his grip. He looked down and blood was languidly sliding down her left breast. In a second his mouth was on her. She let loose an audible gasp. This warm intense feeling sent sparks of excitement all the way to her toes.

This fueled his intentions all the more wrapped tightly in this spell of blood, lust, and arousal. At that moment she let all her fears go and melted into his embrace, arching her back to feel more him as his warm mouth explored the swells and valleys of her body.

There was a sharp knock on the door and his head snapped to the origin of the noise. He clutched her tight and growled deeply in his chest.

“Kagome? Are you okay?” came her mother's concerned voice. She could have strangled her mother to death at that second.

“Yes mom. I was having a dream, I left the radio on,” she answered not making sense. She wrapped her hands in his silver hair. Her eyes were clouded with a desire he sparked with his glorious mouth; she never wanted him to stop. Words from his mouth were delightful but she could stand his silence until the end of time if he would only continue.

His eyes were still tinged with red and he continued to growl. She realized he wasn't with his senses. Suddenly he jumped up clutching her to his chest and sprang out the window. The night air hit her flesh and she snapped out of the lustful spell.

“Sesshoumaru! What are you doing?” she screamed. It fell on deaf ears.

Soon she found herself in a wooded area, lying on the ground. He was pacing, blood stained his shirt and chin.

“Wanton human bitch!” he spat at her. She covered herself with her arms and fear began to well up inside.

“Yes human... Have fear, feel terror, you have brought this onto yourself,” he lunged and stopped inches from her face, hovering over her, “You smell too exquisite, bathed in blood, trembling in fear. I should give you what you want…” he whispered in a blind rage and torn her arms from her chest to pin them on the ground. “Resist me, it only gets better from here,” he snarled, a deathly breath from her throat.

He forced her legs apart with his knee, she gasped. Hot tears slid down her cheeks and wet her hair. He licked them off slowly and growled.

“So this wasn't what you wanted after all.”

He sat up and slashed at a nearby tree. It came crashing to the ground.

“By all the God's human, what are you doing to me?!” he howled. She sat up and pulled herself away from him.

“I'm sorry…” her words were breathless and choked. He looked at her, shivering on the ground. He felt suddenly guilty and afraid for her. He had hurt her in a way that may take a lifetime to heal. He leaned toward her. She flinched and pulled back.

“Come with me child.”

He quickly scooped her up and flew off again. She shut her eyes so tight she felt her eyelids would bleed. When he stopped she opened her eyes to find they were at his doorstep. He opened the door with her still in his arms and scanned the room before turning the lamp on.

Briskly he carried her back to his area of the house. He deposited her on the large bed and went for his closet. She pulled heavy breaths into her chest and took in her surroundings silently.

“You will shower now or I will forcibly bathe you,” he said over his shoulder. After everything that happened tonight she still entertained the thought of him bathing her. Muffling laughter she crossed her arms.

He turned quickly to observe her. Did she just laugh? She wasn't taking this as bad as he apparently. He sniffed the air, she wasn't afraid anymore and seemed perfectly normal. This was almost infuriating. He threw a button down white shirt and a pair of boxer shorts at her.

“The bathroom is there,” he pointed to a door a few feet away. She gathered the items and walked briskly to the door and turned to look at him over her shoulder.

“I really am sorry, I....”

“Bathe now, ramble later. You reek of blood and musk,” he snapped cutting her off. This was enough to set her on her heels through the door. He was very angry and confused from what she understood; all in all she was shaken up but unabashed.

She looked into the vanity mirror. The horror movie character staring back at her scowled. This couldn't be the same person. Her hair was matted with leaves and twigs, her chin down to her breasts was crusted with blood, the bite mark on her collarbone was blue around the puncture wounds. This startled her and she soon jumped in the shower, washing most of the strange reminders of tonight down the drain.

She stepped out and dried herself slightly then set to work on her hair with the brush lying on the pristine white sink. She could see strands of his hair in it. This was strangely endearing. Even stranger was the feel of his clothing on her. Exhaustion and loss of blood were slowly starting to take its toll, she grabbed for the porcelain sink and steadied herself. She took another look at the bite mark in the mirror. It looked awful. She touched it and winced yet felt no fear for the one who put it there; it was her fault.

He changed his shirt and went into the kitchen to wash the blood from his body. He found himself licking the remainder from his claws. What was he doing? He cursed himself under his breath and stalked back to his quarters with the taste of her blood still on his lips. She was lucky he didn't take a chunk of flesh with it.

He stood next to the bathroom door and listened. She had finished and was brushing her hair with his brush. This should have angered him, he hated his personal items even touched by humans. Yet he was not angry. Guilt was a better word to explain his mood. He could tell by the sound of her dull movements she was becoming weak and tired, most likely from lack of blood. He frowned slightly and walked to the bed to sit down as she emerged through the door. There was a moment of silence, she clung to the door frame and wondered what to do.

“Come here and lie down,” he ordered. She felt flushed and a little afraid. She stumbled to the bed however and lay down as he requested. He unbuttoned her shirt a bit, she began to blush and squirm. “Be still,” he snapped. He was surveying the damage he had inflicted; she winced as he touched the bite.

“Hhn…” he said under his breath and jerked the shirt up while pulling the underwear down on her right side. He made the same sound again and touched another sore spot. Where did that come from she wondered? “You are lucky I didn't inflict my poison on you,” he said matter-of-factly. This was where he dug his claws in she realized.

“I can heal your wound,” He stated and unbuttoned the shirt all the way down and jerked it open, her hands instinctively went to her chest. He knocked her hands away and bit down on his forefinger. He then spread a small amount of blood on the wound. “Let that dry and I will shortly clean it,” he said without emotion, again, putting up that blank wall. She lay still as he stood and left the room. He entered again with a canned beverage. “You will drink this,” he stated as he opened it and handed it to her.

She was actually very thirsty. She sat up and gulped down almost the whole can speculating as to why he had put his blood on her wound. When he mentioned healing her she envisioned Tensaiga. However she enjoyed this method much more. Placing the remainder of the drink on a small nightstand she lay back down. This was very uncomfortable, lying in his bed all but topless. Looking like she grabbed a tiger by the tail. She smiled to herself, 'More like a really big feral dog by the pelt.'

He caught her smile and wondered how she could feel happy in the least. “Why are you smiling girl?” he barked at her. She snapped out of her musings and frowned at him. “Answer me,” he said coolly. She could tell he was getting angry.

“I was just thinking, I'm really tired and my thoughts are rambling,” she said willing herself not to smile. He came to sit back on the bed next to her.

“I will not tell you again to refrain from behavior that you displayed tonight. I do not want my nature or your stupidity to break the small trust we have formed,” he said in a softer voice. He looked at her. She felt awful sitting there half naked trying to listen to him talk. She should have taken offense at what he said but she deserved it and kept her mouth shut.

At that point holding back childish laughter was her only mission. “Do you understand,” he finished and she nodded. He suddenly bent down and licked the remaining blood from her wound then sat back up and left the room. She shivered at the feel of it and cursed herself for wanting more. What a strange way of `cleaning' she mused. She fumbled her buttons back up and started to get out of bed. She felt very light-headed and hit the floor, he was there in an instant.

“You have lost blood fool, you will not move from this bed,” he picked her up and lay her back on the bed carefully. She coveted the feel of his arms around her. “Sleep now and I will transport you back to your home early in the morning,” he said quietly. The bed was wonderfully soft and she felt herself drifting immediately.

He waited until she was unconscious and looked at the claw marks on her thigh again. They were deep. He would warn her to watch them carefully. Using his own blood to seal the wound might have been a terrible mistake. Looking back at her again he couldn't believe he had inflicted this pain on her, and he also couldn't believe that she seemed to not care.

Back in the wood her tune was very different. Memories of the lust he had finally won over came to him. He would have mated her there, in the deep of the forest, in the smell of her blood and fear. Those ingredients wove the instinctual spell of mating and called to his youkai nature.

She had been very lucky. If she weren't a human and like his own, things would have been different. He walked over to his futon and lay down, drifting softly to sound of her breathing.