InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Impoverished Heir ❯ The Taint Spreads ( Chapter 11 )

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“Impoverished Heir” chapter eleven

The Taint spreads

 

“Confess?” Rin asked nervously. Sesshomaru sat waiting, his eyes hooded and regarding her with not one ounce of the emotion she had seen in his bed and in his arms before. She felt her chest constrict, her heart struggling to move without his affection. She swallowed deeply. Her hands clenched together on her knees.

“I'm waiting,” Sesshomaru growled. Anger coursed throughout him as he watched his secretary try not to have a breakdown in front of him. It only served to piss him off further.

“I do have something to confess. I have been looking into your… meetings and…. Everything for my father,” Rin lowered her eyes, unable to look at the man she so dearly respected and cared for. Sesshomaru was as unmoving as stone.

“Your father?” he prompted. He felt cold snakes of dread worm through his insides, turning him as unfeeling as he looked.

“Onigumo Naraku,” she confessed and Sesshomaru did not feel anything. He knew there was a very long span of time between the name of his fathers most hated foe leaving the lips of his pretty secretary, but he did not notice anything but the short angry exhales leaving his lungs. The lips he had kissed so often and readily dared say that…

“You gave your family name as Akiyama,” Sesshomaru growled lowly. Rin gasped and looked up, fearful.

“I had to. But that is truth! My name was Akiyama before I was adopted. I promise you, Sessh, that is the truth,” she pleaded. Something snapped in Sesshomaru's heart.

“Don't address me so familiarly,” Sesshomaru demurred. Rin bit her lip, her eyes wide with pain as she was reprimanded. “So you're his adoptive daughter. You were STILL IN LEAGUE WITH HIM.”

“I… I had to! He took me in, taught me what I know, and you were…. It was….” Rin was in agony, trying to explain. The look on Sesshomaru's face said he didn't believe that getting close wasn't part of an elaborate plan. Which it had been.

“Do you bed every man you're assigned to, or was I special?” Sesshomaru spat out. Rin stood, her hands pressed against her breast.

“No! No, you WERE special, Sessh, you have to believe me! I would never betray you, I confess.” Rin stepped closer. Sesshomaru's pectoral muscles moved noticeably up and down beneath his dress shirt, indicating his sharp breathing pattern.

“Stay seated, Miss Akiyama. We're not done yet,” he ordered. If she came closer, he might lose his mighty self-control.

“I confess my Father wanted me here to watch you. I confess I never wanted to,” Rin stated honestly, walking around his desk. Sesshomaru sat in his large chair and watched her, his eyes cold and hard and unyielding. Her small hands trembled and lay against his jaw and cheek, holding him. Sesshomaru felt his control waver crazily. A vein pulsed in his throat.

“Stop that, Rin,” he commanded.

“I confess I wanted you since I first saw you. I confess that was not part of the plan,” Rin said sweetly. Her hands caressed his face and Sesshomaru felt his eyes close. Oh gods how he wanted to believe her, how he wanted to just hold her close and trust that she would turn against her own adoptive family with him…

“Rin. Take your hands off of me,” Sesshomaru heard himself say. Rin gulped and leaned down to kiss his brow sweetly. Sesshomaru felt his fingers dig into the arms of his chair hard enough to snap.

“I confess I want you still. I want you…” Rin rained kisses along Sesshomaru's upturned face. His eyes closed, his lips trying to form words. When Rin's lips met his, his self-control snapped.

Sesshomaru took hold of Rin's elbows and shoved her from him. Rin stumbled against the side of the desk, and staggered on quick steps to gain her footing in slim heels to keep from crashing down onto the carpet. The look in her eyes was so full of real pain Sesshomaru almost felt bad.

“Sessh! Please, listen to me,” she begged. Sesshomaru heard her plea, and a part of him hated her for reducing to the lowest form of bartering.

“You're fired! Get out of my sight!” Sesshomaru spat, rising from his chair. His height towered over Rin.

“I won't leave you,” Rin protested, tears sliding down her cheeks. Sesshomaru stabbed a button on his intercom on his desk and ordered security in.

“Please come to my office and escort Lady Akiyama out,” he coldly demanded, ignoring Rin's cries.

“Sessh, please don't do this,” she pleaded. Sesshomaru was as unfeeling as ice when her hands dared touch him again. He grabbed her wrist, and pushed her from him again, showing a fraction of his strength. Rin almost fell this time, barely saving her dignity from crashing down at his feet.

“GET OUT!” Sesshomaru finally thundered, matching her cries with rage. If she would not listen to cold-hearted reason, she would listen to his anger!

“I love you!” Rin sobbed. Her face was wet with her tears. Sesshomaru felt the strength coil through his hands and arms and he clenched his fists, fighting to keep himself under control.

“GET OUT NOW!” Sesshomaru strode to the wall and slammed his fist straight through. His wrist was covered with plaster as he dragged it back. A hole as large as his hand stood open to scrutiny. Rin's eyes widened with fear and she hiccupped on her sobs when her lover turned to look at her, rage in his eyes and his fists shaking with unreleased chi.

“Sessh, please,” but even as she spoke, Rin was backing up to the office doors. The security guards knocked on the other side, and called out asking if Takahashi-san was all right. Sesshomaru snarled and his fists shook.

“Get out before I change my mind!” Rin turned and fled, grasping the arms of the two tall guards that stood on the other side, dragging them away with her. She wasn't sure if Sesshomaru would ever hit her, but his pain and his anger were large enough to have frightened her that he could have.

“What was that about?” One of the guards demanded. The other called for Myoga as they sprinted to keep up with the distraught young woman.

 

“We said our goodbyes… that's all,” Rin swallowed. Tears cascaded down her cheeks to drip from her jaw. Her nose ran and she covered her face with her hands. A large hand clasped her shoulder and she looked up into Myoga's wrinkled countenance.

“A car just arrived for you. The driver was adamant on bringing you to your father,” Myoga's eyes hardened at the last part. Rin bowed as respectfully as she could while a royal mess for public to see.

“I'm so sorry, Myoga-san…. So sorry…. You have to tell Sessh that,” Rin brokenly pleaded. Myoga strode away and Rin fled Takahashi Enterprises.

 

Sesshomaru stared at the swinging double doors of his office that had seen the back of his lover fleeing from him. His breathing came out shallowly, then stronger, his pain audible to his sharp ears. His gaze went pure crimson red as sharp as blood, and he finally let the years of stress and pain out in a flurry of senseless action.

“MRRRAAAAAHHH!” Sesshomaru roared, sounding like an enraged beast cornered. He brought both fists down onto his desk, and shattered the fine oak wood. His computer toppled into the center, his fine ink pens and notepads scattered with his errant rage as he tossed the broken edges of the desk into the air high enough to touch the ceiling. Sesshomaru strode to the walls, and smashed his arm in up to the elbow several times. His rage un-sated, he grabbed the back of his leather chair. He swung like a shot-putter and hurled it out his window. His ears dimly heard vindicated shouts of surprise and shock from the street below as car horns honked and people shouted at the unexpected arrival of office furniture and broken glass. Sesshomaru felt tears clog the back of his brain and he snarled and kicked the remains of his desk clear across the room.

Myoga, having just entered, ducked in time, then stood at attention as if a piece of desk had not just almost decapitated him.

“Sesshomaru-san?” Myoga asked. Sesshomaru stood, his long hair wildly unbound, his collar loosened, and his eyes a bit wild. His fists clenched, then his fingers went slack, and he was again a smooth appearance of a young businessman.

“Myoga-san,” Sesshomaru said smoothy. “Might I use your office for the time being?”

“Uh, sure,” Myoga offered, looking around. Sesshomaru's office was well and truly wrecked.

“It will be until mine is repaired, of course,” Sesshomaru went on, and he and Myoga left together. Myoga took one last look at the work of rage his friend's son had created and shook his head. Sesshomaru must have found out something he didn't want to. Rin's tears explained that in any case.

 

* * * *

 

Onigumo Naraku ran a finger along his finely polished desk and smiled as his secretary buzzed in.

“Onigumo-san, your daughter is here to see you,” Kaze Kagura sounded rather sulky since he had demoted her to the desk outside of his office, Naraku reflected. But he cared not if her affections toward him turned maligned.

“Send her in, Kagura dear,” his smooth voice taunted her and he could hear her quiet curses through the door as his office door opened. His adoptive daughter slid in, looking small and weak. Naraku sniffed, smelling the salt of her tears as she stood, her eyes low, her arm crossed over her and cradling her other one. She looked utterly exhausted and she behaved as if defeated. Really, couldn't she sharpen up in his presence? He so abhorred weakness.

“What is it, my child?” Naraku smoothly asked. Rin's eyes lifted, looking bloodshot and pained. But she fixed her adoptive father with as ready a gaze as she could. Naraku sat patiently as her small shoulders lifted and lowered with an audible inhale of air.

“I'm done with all of this, Father. I want out,” Rin stated evenly. Her lower lip trembled, indicating her fear of his reaction however. Naraku smiled. When he thought she would grow a backbone, she was evidently still afraid of him. Well, that was good. That could be used.

“You want out; of your current position? We can handle that, daughter. Where would you like to be placed? I hear there's a secretary position needing to be filled in my offices,” Naraku leered. He swore he heard something thrown at his office door from outside, no doubt from Kagura. She had as sharp hearing as he did.

“No…” Rin's chin lifted and her gait steeled as she took another deep breath. “I'm done with you. I want out of this obligation, Father, I don't need your help anymore.”

“Don't tell me that Takahashi brat found you out,” Naraku drawled. He rose and prowled around the corner of his desk. Rin's spine stiffened but she made herself face him squarely. Naraku's long dark hair swayed around his shoulders, unbound as he stopped before her.

“He did. But I had nothing to do with that,” Rin said, and it was the truth. She had done what he had wanted, at the cost of her own heart. She wasn't going to be blamed.

Naraku laughed and chucked Rin under the chin with one eerily cool finger. Rin tried not to shudder. “I knew that kid was smarter than believed. He could smell out a rat from a crowd of a thousand,” Naraku leered. Rin found rage within her when her adoptive parent addressed her as similar as a rodent. But she had been groomed to be a mole at his company, hadn't she? And Rin hated herself for going along with him for so long, and hurting what she and Sesshomaru had briefly held together with her own two hands.

“I'm done with your games, Father. I'm getting out, and you can't stop me,” Rin quietly stated. Naraku regarded her with hooded eyes. Then he laughed.

“Don't tell me you mixed business with emotions. Rin, you never fully mastered pleasure from emotions. You have to work on that. What have I taught you over the past few years?” Naraku demanded. His hands settled on Rin's shoulders, then moved over her chest. When his hands expertly cupped her breasts through the fabric of her blouse, Rin's eyes flooded with shame and her hands fluttered. They settled at his wrists, trying to push him away, but her father reprimanded her with sharp twists and rough caress.

“Didn't I teach you better than that?” Naraku's voice was pitched low with rough anger and lust. Rin made herself nod, squeezing tears away as she was pulled close against his trim form. Naraku settled his hips against hers, letting her know what he wanted and Rin's knees buckled, leaning against him and allowing him easy access. When she tried to fight against his sure hands and iron strength, she was slapped. Rin bit her tongue to keep quiet and tasted blood.

“That's right, be a good girl. You know what to give your dad,” Naraku's smile filled Rin's world. His teeth were smooth and white and very long and she tried not to swoon under his spell once more. Her body quaked, hating the small vestiges of pleasure his hands evoked.

“No, no more,” Rin heard herself speak. In her mind's eye, Sesshomaru watched her with eyes warm with respect. Her heart surged and Naraku growled. He smacked his adoptive daughter hard enough to crack her head off her neck. Rin's head lolled she almost fainted. She leaned, feeling her body catch the edge of vertigo, then Naraku caught her. He pushed her down onto the carpet and followed her.

“You will give it to me. Who brought you in and made you what you are?” Naraku hissed. His hands were rough, making Rin squirm and cry out with pain as he palmed her body with harsh rubs and grasps. Rin knew she would be as bruised as the first time he did this, the rare other time she had tried to fight against him.

Who made her what she was? Rin saw herself from the ceiling, laying spread and half undressed at the hands of a man who was supposed to be her father. `You made me into a whore,' Rin's mind spoke and she hated this room, she hated this man, and she hated herself with every fiber of her being. Sesshomaru turned his back on her and walked further from her in her mind's eye. Her raging emotion only served to excite Naraku, his laughs filling the room as he stripped Rin of her bra, her blouse laying open against her sides. His hand ran between her thighs and removed her panties. His mouth was at her breasts, twisting and tugging. Rin's hands clenched at his shoulders and she watched the ceiling. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Akiyama Rin lay perfectly still and let Naraku take what he wanted. But she kept her being resolute, her soul small and preserved inside her heart. In that way she would not give herself to him. Naraku hovered above her, his white teeth showing in a leer, his dark hair falling on either side of her face to make her see only him. Rin did not cry out, not even when he loosened his belt and slammed his way into her. She tightened her hips around his thrusting waist and prayed he would finish quickly. Her heart could not survive much longer.

Naraku's high gasps and grunts filled the room as Rin tried not to breathe. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as he roughly tore into her, spilling his seed into her. Naraku gasped highly, for one moment off guard, then gathered his control. He leaned low and thrust his tongue into his daughter's mouth, urging her to kiss him back. One of his hands twisted her nipple, urging the peak to stiffen between his long fingers. Rin tried not to cry as Naraku smiled down at her.

“You'll always be mine, Rin. You'd best remember that,” Naraku said almost congenially. And only when she nodded did he pull himself from her body. His semen leaked from her slowly, coating her thighs. Rin tried not to sob; if she would need to have another abortion… `Sessh had always used condoms.' Sesshomaru had cared enough not to endanger her.

Rin sat up and gathered her clothing, choking the sobs back. She had mastered this over the years, and she could keep face now.

 

“Go home, and rest, Rin. I will call you to your new job in a few days,” Naraku intoned from his desk. Fully sated and in charge of his affairs, he lounged insolently before his computer, master of his domain and his charges. Rin swallowed her hate and bowed at the waist, properly attired once more.

“Yes, Father,” she said in departure. Naraku grunted and gestured for her to leave. Rin slid out of his office doors and leaned against them, trying not to lose it.

“Hey, are you alright?” The tall curvy woman at the secretary's desk asked. Rin nodded and covered her eyes with her wrist.

“I just have a headache, is all. I'm fine, thank you, ma'am,” Rin said politely. Kagura stood and offered her a Kleenex. Rin watched her warily then wiped her eyes.

“I know what kind of gentleman your father is,” Kagura offered, her eyes looking around. She walked Rin away to the hallway.

“I… I don't know… he is a gentleman,” Rin offered weakly. Kagura fixed Rin with a pointed stare.

“If you need any friendly advice, feel free to come to me.” The look in Kaze Kagura's eyes wanted revenge against the man that used her so readily as well.

Rin accepted a folded up piece of paper from the older woman and nodded.

 

* * * *

 

Kouga typed at his desk furiously. Loose locks of dark hair fell into his narrowed eyes as he prepared his rebuttal against his client's opponent. His mind was darting back and forth, and the young lawyer stopped work. He leaned back in his chair and held his hands up before his eyes. His father had had so much strength…. And what he had said…

“The wolf is in our family, son…” Kouga flicked his sharp eyes up to the ceiling and sighed. Everyone dreamed of having a spot of power now and again but his was running through his veins, rampant in his family's lineage and history. How had his father tapped his?

“There's got to be a way to get that strength,” Kouga mumbled. His fingers were long and slender, the backs of his knuckles spotted with a few random hairs. The wolf was in him and he could learn how to harness his potential.

“Dad ain't the only one who has the wolf in him,” he growled. Ookami junior pushed his chair back and put his suit jacket on. It was time to head out for a little errand. His client would have to wait.

 

* * * *

 

“Come on, Inuyasha, you promised,” Sango said. She tugged her friend by the hand and pulled him into the piercing shop. Inuyasha griped and protested.

“I don't know why I did! Damn, let me go, Sango. You're as strong as a bull!” Inuyasha growled. Sango laughed and yanked him inside.

“Well you had the day off, and we should get a surprise for our lovers. They may take us for granted,” Sango explained. Inuyasha scuffed his sneaker into the carpet and looked around. The clerk looked up from his magazine. He had about seven holes in each ear, a large piercing through his nose and lip, and various tattoos across his arms and shoulders.

“Kagome doesn't take me for granted. We share a special bond,” Inuyasha puffed his chest out. Sango looked through a laminated book under the clerk's care, half listening.

“Uhm hmm, I know. It doesn't sound any less manly when you say it that way,” Sango winked. Inuyasha crossed his arms and growled.

“Hey!” he yelled. The clerk nodded at something Sango pointed to and smiled.

“Nice choice,” he said. His lip ring and goatee pulled his lip down in a gruesome way. Inuyasha shuddered.

“Come on, Inuyasha, you have to pick out one!” Sango said. Inuyasha tugged at his t-shirt and ambled up to the counter. He selected a stud at random.

“That one looks okay,” he said, wanting this over with. He wasn't sure how much it would hurt. Sango shook her head.

“Pick a color, Yash!” She insisted. Inuyasha growled and pointed at a crimson red one.

“There, can we get this over with?” he asked. The clerk took them in the back and washed up, sterilizing his equipment.

“All right, who's going first?” he asked gruffly. Inuyasha shook his head and smirked when Sango made to point at him.

“Your idea, you do it first!” he laughed. Sango flipped him off and bounced into the chair.

“All right, hit me with your best shot,” she urged, sticking her tongue out. Inuyasha laughed when she stiffened during the procedure. Sango sat, red-faced, shifting her thighs uncomfortably.

“Felt good, didn't it, honey?” the clerk winked and washed his tools. Sango gingerly got up.

“What's the matter, did it hurt?” Inuyasha leered. Sango waved a hand at her face.

“No, I think I just came when he clipped me!” she exclaimed. The clerk hummed and readied Inuyasha's stud.

“All right, young buck, in the chair,” he told the Takahashi. Inuyasha hopped in the chair and crossed his arms.

“Hey, I don't go for guys,” he alerted the clerk. The burly bearded man shrugged and clipped Inuyasha's tongue, inserting the stud. Inuyasha's face flushed red and he grunted. A small spot showed against the lap of his pants.

Sango laughed. “Told you!” she crowed. Inuyasha grumbled and shot her dirty looks.

“Hey, that was the piercing! The piercing!” he insisted. It came out sounding like a chorus from the Peanuts' teachers.

“If I knew you lasted two seconds, I'm almost glad we never went all the way,” Sango went on. The clerk laughed as he washed up, listening to them bicker back and forth.

“Hope you and your girlfriend enjoy those tongue rings,” He offered as he rang them up. Sango laughed as Inuyasha sputtered.

“Oi! She ain't my girlfriend! Sango, stop laughing!” he growled. Sango hugged his arm, trying not to mar her face against him.

“Oh, Yash, you're too much,” she laughed.

“Have a good day,” The clerk waved. Sango and Inuyasha linked arms and walked out.

“We will!” they chorused together.

 

* * * *

 

Sango lounged on her couch and crossed her legs. Kirara crawled across her stomach and mewed. Sango smiled and stroked her ears. She had called Miroku over after the Big Adventure out with Inuyasha, and he said he would be over at this time. He had had to take the train out of Tokyo to his family's shrine to assist his father in a ritual, but would be in that night. Kirara arched her back and hissed when Miroku's customary rap sounded against her front door. Sango smiled coyly and slid her bare legs to the side and stood. She strode to the door and opened it.

Her seductive smile stretched to a wide grin when she took in her monk's son, decked out in his priest's robes, his bare feet encased in sandals. He was only missing the staff. A long strand of one hundred and eight beads was wrapped around his bare right hand.

“I came as fast as I could. The bullet train was held up, though,” Miroku greeted Sango. His eyes then surveyed her scantily clad figure and he whistled.

“Wow! What's going on?” he asked, grinning. Sango's seductive look returned and she pulled him inside.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said, tugging his hand. She made him pause at the entryway, but knelt to unlace his sandals herself. Miroku had some very un-priestly thoughts from that angle.

“Really, what is it?” Miroku followed her inside, his eyes riveted to her hips. Sango turned and stuck her tongue out.

“A tongue ring. Do you like it?” she asked coyly. Miroku shrugged, looking confused.

“It looks great, but didn't it hurt? Why'd you get it, Sango?” Miroku asked. His priest's robes rustled against his bare legs as he walked. Kirara hissed and hopped away. Miroku could only be glad for small favors.

“It's a present,” Sango smiled. She grabbed hold of Miroku's robes and pulled him close.

“Yeah, but I still don't see how….” Miroku began when Sango leaned up and caught his open mouth in a hot kiss. The tongue ring enhanced the deep kiss and Miroku's eyes widened and he moaned. He was fully erect in a minute.

“Whoa!” he whispered when Sango leaned back down. Sango played with the folds of his robes and tugged him to the couch.

“Is it a good present?” she asked. Miroku nodded breathlessly as he sat. Sango ran her hands up his clothed thighs, noticing his erection bulging against the lap of his robes. She knelt before him and tugged his robes open.

“I still don't see…. How….” Miroku's mouth went dry when Sango uncovered him and smiled.

“Your dad doesn't make you wear shorts under these?” she asked. Miroku found himself grinning. He throbbed openly before her.

“Who was going to check? Besides you,” Miroku watched, his throat dry as his breathing grew shallow. Sango kissed his tip then ran her pierced tongue around the head of his erection. Miroku gasped and leaned back when she finally engulfed him fully with her mouth. He slammed a fist against the side of the couch as her head bobbed up and down. It had never been that good!

“Oh Gods!” he screamed a few minutes later. Sango wiped her mouth on the folds of his robes.

“Wasn't it a good idea?” she smiled. Miroku leaned back and panted. He gave a thumbs-up with one shaking hand.

 

“Now it's your turn,” he laughed, reaching to haul her up in his lap. Sango fought him and they fell onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.

“Miroku! Ahh!” Sango shrieked happily. Miroku pinned her down and grinned.

“I wanted to do this to you while I was busy at the temple….”

“Worship me, Miroku.”

“As my huntress commands…”

The upstairs neighbors slammed their feet at the noise they raised.

 

* * * *

 

Inuyasha ran his hands down Kagome's thighs. He held her open to his mouth, forcing her basest instincts of clamping herself around his head to lay still. Kagome shuddered and gasped. Her bare breasts heaved, her nipples erect. Inuyasha's eyes peered up from her mound and noticed. His hands traveled up her shaking body to cup and manipulate the unguarded globes of flesh. Kagome gasped and arched her back at an especially good lick from her lover. Inuyasha chuckled, deep inside her, and ran his hands down to her belly to steady her. Her tummy quivered as she tried not to buck against him.

“Hmmm Kagome. Don't move,” Inuyasha ordered again, lifting his face to reprimand her. His mouth and cheeks were glistened in her juices. Kagome looked down at him and nodded breathlessly. Her lips were parted, her face flushed. She looked so beautiful, and very loved. Inuyasha grinned and parted her with his hand, opening her to his mouth once more. She would be very well loved before this night was through.

“Ah! Inuyasha…” Kagome gasped prettily. His fingers felt so good stroking her, but his mouth felt better at this moment. His tongue reached so far into her, and he knew when to nibble to elevate pleasure, rather than cause pain at the wrong area to apply the barest pressure of teeth. Her hands reached down to grasp his scalp, her fingers playing with his long hair. Inuyasha tried not to growl when her fingers stroked the side of his head, over his rounded ears. That felt too good! He would have to remember that for later. For now, he focused on eating out his girlfriend.

This was the most intimate they had been since Kouga's attack, and he intended to have her hips wrapped around him at some point tonight. But now, anticipation made that intended goal all the more sweet to pursue.

“Hmm! Inuyasha!” Kagome gasped. Her hips bucked against him and Inuyasha let her move as much as she needed. She rode out her orgasm against his face and fell down against the bed, her body heaving. Inuyasha kissed her thighs carefully, and licked her juices clean from them. Kagome moaned and pressed her wrist against her forehead.

“You're going to wear me out!” she protested. Inuyasha crawled up her body and kissed her eagerly. Kagome felt his pent-up passionate need in his kiss, and in what he pressed against her hip.

“Can't have that…” Inuyasha murmured. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking the nipples. Kagome pushed flush against him and rolled him onto his back. She knelt over him, watching his smile stretch his lips wide. His face was so flushed, and he was very ready. His cock stood straight up between them, twitching for attention. Kagome's wet core ached at the sight. She leaned down to kiss his lips, and down across his chest. Inuyasha's fingers sifted through her hair and he sighed mightily. His muscles stood rigid against her hands.

“You're sure you want it this way? I won't hurt you,” Inuyasha gasped. Kagome straddled his hips and lowered herself against his tip. She guided him inside and lowered until she was sitting against his hips, his rigid erection tightly inside. She panted and sat straight, her eyes closed. It felt good, but it may have been too much… She strained against him and Inuyasha watched her, his chest tight from holding back. His hands covered hers and he smiled when her gorgeous eyes opened and looked down at his dark beauty.

“It's okay, Kagome… I won't ever leave you,” he whispered throatily. His balls ached and he moved gently against her, instigating a rhythm. Kagome entwined her fingers with his and gasped, moving harder against him. The instant Kagome had settled on top, Inuyasha knew he had watched her with as much love as he could show, his heart in his eyes. And he felt they had done this a hundred times before, in a hundred distant lands. Thrust, grip, slide, bounce… His hands tightened around her hips when she came, crying out sharply. Inuyasha felt his lips stretch in a toothy grin, imagining the neighbor's consternation at the noise, and he let himself go. His eyes closed, as his vision went white at the surging pleasure. He came sharply, filling Kagome rapidly with his semen. His mind went fuzzy, trying not to spread his seeds too far into his beloved. She had not given him time to reach for a condom, and he didn't want to get her pregnant.

Inuyasha tried to move his hips, to get Kagome off of him, but she lay against his chest and belly, her head cushioned against his shoulder. And he found he couldn't stand to make her move from warm safety in his arms.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. Kagome smiled against his chest and sighed. Inuyasha's hands rubbed her bare back, ran over her tangled dark hair.

“Yes… I'm very happy,” she whispered honestly. Inuyasha's eyes darkened with passion and he cradled her on top of him. It felt too damn good being this close to her as it was. His member softened inside her but Kagome held him in as deeply as she could.

“I want you to be happy, Kagome. I love you,” Inuyasha whispered. His mind said these words all the time, but he knew they finally left his lips when Kagome raised her head, her eyes aglow.

“That's good, because I love you too,” she answered. Inuyasha hugged her tightly, his hands splayed against her hips. They slowly moved together, Inuyasha hardening again inside her. Kagome gasped highly. The moon shone down on the entwined pair through the uncovered window.

 

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Sesshomaru sat on the floor of his apartment, his long legs stretched before him. Several beer cans lined the carpet around his lithe form, and his hand fisted another as he sipped idly. He was far-gone, nursing his depression with intoxication, hoping it would dull the pain. He found for himself, it only served to enhance no matter if beer was a depressant. It would be like his weird metabolism to make beer a stimulant for his body instead.

“Damn bitch…” he mumbled, tugging at his heart. His fingers clawed the fabric of his half buttoned dress shirt. He had torn his tie off hours ago, and flung it somewhere across the living room. His hair was unbound over his shoulders and he was a real mess. Too bad Myoga didn't want to stay. He could have used a drinking partner. Sesshomaru finished his beer and squeezed the empty can in two pieces. He belched and leaned his head back, falling onto the carpet.

“Why'd you do this to me??” he screamed of no one. Across town, Akiyama Rin showered, trying to wash the filth of her father's touch away. She cried hot tears as warm as the shower spray cascading over her bruised curves.

 

Inuyasha opened one eye and watched the dark bedroom. Kagome was pressed against his shoulder, her arm slung over his waist. They were still as naked as the day they were born, and Inuyasha pulled her closer. Kagome sighed in her sleep and snuggled against him. Inuyasha's large hand rubbed her back protectively. His sharp nose took in the scents of their mingled sex, and the sweat of their bodies. When it was both of them, it was a very good smell, Inuyasha drowsily thought. Like peppermint sandalwood… or something.

His heart drifted, searching for others of his kind, as his mind drowsily pondered not the why. He was that close to the dream mind so it wasn't out of the ordinary to ponder the surging pain he felt from another just like him. Aniki…. Inuyasha's eyes snapped wide open and he tried not to growl. It would wake Kagome if he did.

`What the hell happened to you, bastard?' he thought. He really shouldn't care. But when his brother was in pain, and woke him up even, it had to be big.

 

It would have to be looked into. But hell, not right now. Inuyasha pressed a kiss against Kagome's temple and inhaled her sweet scent. She sighed in her sleep. He would keep his love intact.

 

End for now

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