InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lemonade, Too ❯ Nothin' But A Hound Dog ( Chapter 10 )

Lemonade, Too

By Fujifunmum

Chapter 10: Nothin' But A Hound Dog

Yash was attentive, sweet and solicitous as they dried, dressed and made their way to the front door to join their luggage in the limo. However, no matter what she asked him or how exasperated she became, he wouldn't tell her where they were going or answer any of her other questions. He refused to discuss the baby. He didn't want to talk about the Artist. He didn't want to talk about the Marking. He didn't want to talk about the swords. He didn't want to talk at all. Finally, half way to the airport Kagome fell asleep. Yash woke her up to get her to the plane, but she was still exhausted and fell right back to sleep as soon as they were settled in their first class seats.

She always slept in planes. Yash hated to fly, but at least he had plenty to do on this trip. As soon as the stewardess gave him the ok, he was on the phone, his laptop, or his palm the entire flight. He called in a lot of favors, and arranged for ironclad security and protection for both of them. He completed the arrangements for the transportation of both of his father's fangs to his beach house in L. A. and set the wheels in motion for the search for Toukijin.

Miroku and Sango were sick of the sound of his voice. He had called each of them at least a dozen times to ask lots of questions, most of which they considered either stupid or completely ridiculous. He kept trying to convince them both to fly out to meet them and they wouldn't hear of it. Of course the fact that he wouldn't tell them anything about why he wanted them to come didn't encourage their cooperation.

Finally, after fourteen calls in four hours, Sango put her phone on phonemail and refused to take his calls. She had already given him all of Kagome's sizes, her favorite colors, flowers, etc., but she finally hung up on him when he asked for her bra size. She might have been more patient if he'd had the sense to ask more than one question per phone call. As it was, she was starting to be concerned that her best friend was stuck with a loony demon who'd been out in the Wisconsin woods too long.

Miroku didn't fare any better. Yash was insistent that he do intense background research on the possibilities for containing Toukijin. Miroku's ofuda would be a good start, but he asked him to get together with Kaede to see if their joint powers, along with Kagome's and the Jewel could be used to somehow contain the dangerous weapon. Of course, first they had to find it.

Kaede was spared from Yash's incessant barked phone orders only by force of habit. She was on the beach the entire time he kept calling her. When she returned at sunset, she was bound to be unpleasantly surprised by the number of messages from him on her answering machine. Each message was a little more profane than the last as Yash's time ran out and his patience wore thin.

The plane landed at approximately seven in the evening. The Las Vegas airport was not particularly busy. That was fortunate, as there were less innocent by-standers to witness Kagome's reaction when Yash woke her up, ushered her off the plane, and she discovered they were not within three hundred miles of Los Angeles.

She stood stock still in the middle of the concourse, head darting around to see the gates around them and their destinations, trying vainly to take in the fact that they were not in LAX.

"Where the hell are we Yash?"

"You showed me your home town, it's only fair that we round out this hideous vacation extravaganza with a trip here."

"Las Vegas? You brought me to Las Vegas? What the hell are we going to do here that we couldn't do at home?"

"Keep a promise. Now quiet down, bitch. Even Las Vegas isn't used to your bad Miko temper." He put his arm around her waist to drag her off to the waiting limo, nodding briefly to the clandestine security staff he had arranged to meet and guard them during this risky but necessary visit to his former home town. Unfortunately, Las Vegas was home to more demons than any other place in North America. No surprise there. They had less to hide here amid the neon glow than in any other glitzy metropolis.

The limo driver, another disguised security guard, drove them immediately to their destination, a suite of rooms that Yash had reserved at The Bellagio, an up-scale hotel and casino. Kagome, who had never been to Las Vegas before, was unaware of the specialized province of The Bellagio in offering any and all services for celebrities, and their very wealthy guests. Now that she was awake, she was intent on getting Yash to answer her many questions, especially about her child.

The trip to the hotel was short, and totally fruitless. She begged and pleaded, she cajoled and threatened, and then she lost her temper and even "sat" him during the limo ride. Her entreaties came to nothing; Yash would not yield to her or answer any questions. He kept insisting that she should be patient, that he was planning a surprise and that she would love it.

Finally, they arrived at The Bellagio. The Front Desk had been most solicitous of Yash when they arrived, assuring him that their private villa would be ready within an hour, as pre-arranged. In the meantime, they were providing this suite for Kagome's use. Again and again, the smiling sycophant assured him of The Bellagio's appreciation of his patronage, how highly they valued his patronage, how soon everything would be prepared exactly to his specifications, and other simpering remarks. Kagome wondered just what Yash had arranged to elicit this kind of extra service. Yash had the limo driver come up to the suite to wait for Kagome. He waited outside the entrance to their suite while Yash escorted her inside. It was a deluxe suite of rooms; two bedrooms, two baths, and a richly appointed sitting room with a striking view of the Las Vegas lights. Kagome couldn't have cared less.

"OK, Yash. What's the deal? Why are we here? And where the hell is our luggage?"

"Oh, I sent the luggage to our house in LA. We won't need it, and we're here, my mate, to keep a promise."

"A promise?" Kagome stopped scowling and merely frowned at her approaching mate, hoping to get some straight answers from him at last.

Yash put his arms around her and hugged her to him. "I promised your mother to marry you, and marry you I will. Tonight. Here. It's all arranged."

"Here? Now?" Kagome was shocked. "Why?"

"Toukijin."

"Toukijin?"

"Yes, Toukijin, the killing sword my Asshole brother lost in LA six months ago. I agreed to find it, and I want to make sure we are mated, marked and married before we return to Los Angeles." Yash was holding her, stroking her back and arms, and trying not to tell her more than was absolutely necessary about Toukijin.

"I don't understand Yash, I thought we were going to make our plans when we got home and wait until my family could come to attend."

"I've already got Miroku and Kaede working on ways we can contain Toukijin once I find it, and I've got Shippou working on possible leads to the sword's whereabouts. That twerp may not be as useless as I originally thought."

"Hey! That twerp works for me, not you! You don't give orders to the LAPD, you know. I'm the officer in this family, not you! Besides, this is a police matter, or should be. It's theft, isn't it?"

"Hardly, Toukijin is a demon sword. Shippou is searching as only a demon can. No way is this a police matter. What did you think? That I would land in LA, and go off to the LAPD asking for the "Lost and Found" to see if someone had turned it in?"

"How should I know? You won't tell me anything about it!"

Yash exhaled and blew his bangs out of his eyes. He held her back from him, looked her in the eyes and braced her for the dangers he was about to reveal.

"Everyone Toukijin comes in contact with is either killed or possessed by it. As far as I know, my Asshole brother is the only one strong enough to control it." He paused, watching the fear creep into her blue-gray eyes. "Toukijin has a special taste for my blood. That's why I want us to be married now. We are mated; we are marked as mates for all demons to sense. Marriage will solidify our relationship for humans."

Kagome's fear rose in her breast. Was Yash afraid for his life? Was that what was prompting his urgency to marry her?

"You're in danger? Could this sword kill you?" Kagome's fear was climbing and she was near tears at the thought of losing her newly Marked mate.

"Not without a fight, bitch," he said and clasped her to him, comforting her with his steady heartbeat and sheltering arms. He'd had to scare her to explain why they were here, but he'd been able to keep his real fears hidden so far. Again, he pushed her away to catch her gaze, staring deeply into her shining eyes as he tried to reassure her. "Let me keep my promise to your mother and then we'll go home and I'll take care of Toukijin. If you want to have another ceremony when your family visits, that's fine with me. The Mating, Approval and Marking have made you mine forever."

Kagome smiled weakly and nodded her head in agreement. He led her to one of the bedrooms and kissed her on the forehead. "I've arranged everything."

"Why don't we wear our kimonos from the Approval? They were so beautiful. I'd like to be married in the kimonos from your mother." Kagome hugged Yash, waiting for his reply when he hesitated.

"Keh. That would have been a good idea, but they are already on their way to LA. They'll be at the house when we get home tomorrow, along with the rest of our luggage." Yash hesitated again, then continued. "You'll find everything you need in this bedroom. Then the limo driver will take you to the chapel. I've arranged everything, but I'll meet you there. I want to check on some last minute details. It's almost sunset, I've gotta go." He kissed her on the nose, then again on the forehead, and released her. She nodded again, gave him a brief smile, and went into the room.

Kagome heard the door to the suite close behind Yash as he left. She went over to the bed and examined the large gift-wrapped box lying there. She felt excitement welling in her. Yash wanted to marry her so much that he had planned everything for them? That was quite a change from their last discussion of marriage. She was eager to see what he had chosen for her.

The box was beautifully wrapped in elegant white glossy paper, tied with an ornate golden ribbon and decorated with real white roses. She was glad to see that the roses had been stripped of their thorns as she carefully removed them from the ribbon and laid them on the pillows. She untied the golden ribbon and lifted the top of the box. Inside there were cream and golden colored tissue papers, completely concealing the contents. Now her fingers were rapidly pushing the papers aside so she could see her wedding clothes.

"Shit!"

She couldn't contain her feelings as she removed the white outfit from the box.

"That fucking hanyou has shit for brains! In LA he gives me Armani, here it's 'That 70's Show' rejects. Viva Las Vegas."

She laid the clothes out on the bed and stood there fuming, with her hands on her hips, wondering if the Marking would keep her from murdering her idiot mate as soon as she got her hands on him. Preferably around his neck.

Muttering obscenities and planning the many ways she intended to make him pay for this outrage, she put on the clothes her thoughtful mate had provided for her. She quickly finished and went into the adjoining bathroom to look at her reflection in the full-length mirror. There she stood, in shiny white boots that came to about mid-calf. Tastefully matching white fishnet pantyhose covered her legs. Her gaze traveled up to encompass the shiny white micro mini-skirt. It felt like patent leather. Maybe it was plastic. This had to be a joke. With her hanyou's sense of humor, maybe it was patent leather. Topping it all off, was a matching sleeveless top with a mock turtleneck and a large white zipper down the middle of the front. It was cropped short and showed a good portion of her midriff whenever she moved her arms. Scowling, Kagome figured she would show as much midriff as necessary to beat dog boy to a pulp when she got her hands on him.

Standing there with her feet apart and her hands on her hips, she looked every bit the tart-in-training she felt. Thank God her pregnancy was only two months along. She could only imagine how much this fabulous wedding outfit would be improved by her soon-to-be rounded stomach.

"No underwear. Why am I not surprised?" she said as she stomped off to the sitting room.

The limo driver was there waiting to escort his scowling charge to the car downstairs. He exchanged hand signals with the other members of the security team on the way there, but Kagome was totally oblivious to the extreme care surrounding her safety.

The limo took her a short distance away, pulling up to a white, wedding cake shaped building brightly lit by smiling golden neon cupids and garish pink hearts. These decorations receded and her peripheral vision actually blurred as she read the huge blood red neon sign over the door. Kagome stepped out of the limo, glared at the doorway ahead and muttered to no one in particular, "Perfect. Just fucking perfect. My bridal fantasy come true."

She stomped into the building, turning as a photographer Yash had hired called to her just as she was opening the front door.

"Hey babe! Give us a smile, babe. Come on, just one for the wedding pictures."

Kagome stood, smiling, in her go go boots and micro mini-skirt and top, and gave him the finger as he snapped her wedding picture, perfectly centered under those immortal neon words of wedding bliss: "Elvis Chapel of Love. No Waiting."

She walked into the chapel, fuming, and wondering where her idiot groom was hiding. She didn't wonder long. She stood in the foyer facing a closed double door. She opened the door a crack and immediately heard the lilting strains of Mendelssohn's familiar Wedding March wafting down the aisle. She barely recognized the opening notes of the famous melody from the faint chords of the background Hammond organ. The main theme was being wailed on by electric guitars in desperate need of a tuning. She was only totally sure that they were playing the right tune when the lead singer began his lament.

Curious as to why Elvis would ever sing the words of the childish chant to the melody, she opened the door completely to investigate.

Her mouth dropped open and her eyes bugged out at the scene that awaited her. There, at the front of the main chapel of the Elvis Chapel of Love, stood the fattest, oldest, worst Elvis impersonator she had ever seen, crooning the Mendelssohn into a microphone. He was wearing the well-known garb of the later, Vegas Elvis, all white and sparkly in his ill-fitting jumpsuit and massive cape. The cross-shaped stained glass window above him portrayed the various stages of Elvis. All the important events were there: Elvis with Ed Sullivan, Elvis shaking his hips, Elvis in his army uniform, Elvis with Priscilla. Elvis, hot in his black leather Comeback outfit, and finally, fat Elvis in Vegas. Wait, her eyes bulged even more as they were drawn back to the portrayal of Elvis with Priscilla. Priscilla's outfit looked disturbingly familiar. The go go boots, the fishnet stockings, the skirt and top, all were identical to what she had on. Kagome found herself wondering if the King had allowed Priscilla to wear underwear.

Her thoughts were reeling from the assault on her senses. She couldn't decide which was worse, the sacrilegious nature of the stained glass or the relentless droning of "Here comes the bride, short fat and wide," by the Elvis impersonator. He was accompanied by the cheapest boom box with the worst sound she had ever heard. Why didn't someone shut him UP?

But there were two white clad figures at the Elvis alter. It was then that her eyes fell on her mate.

He was a vision in his white cape, white skintight jumpsuit and his WWW style bejeweled belt. His black boots and bejeweled fingers were perfect. His thick wavy Elvis wig was perfect, too, although it did look a little strange on Yash. Any Elvis impersonator alive would have been proud to wear such an accurate and flashy tribute to the King. Unfortunately Kagome wasn't an Elvis impersonator, although her own outfit screamed that she was his biggest fan.

One of them had gone completely insane, and she wasn't entirely sure it wasn't her. Then Yash took off his Elvis shades and she noticed that something wasn't quite right about her mate. Something other than his outrageous outfit was off. Was he wearing contacts? Her scowl increased as she walked down the short aisle, serenaded by the disastrous Elvis stylings of Mendolssohn. She stomped her booted feet and placed her fists on her hips as she went to meet her doom. Behind her, Yash's bozo of a wedding photographer was snapping away with his camera. No doubt they would treasure these fabulous photographs.

Glancing around the room, she saw there were exactly no guests. There was only a dazed wino in the back pew and a couple of men who looked to be repairing the sound system at the back. Then she noticed they were wearing very small headsets. She turned around to stick her tongue out at the photographer. He had a headset on, too. So did the guy who handed her a bouquet as she reached the front of the chapel. It was a spray of huge long- stemmed white calla lilies tied with an enormous white ribbon. There was no doubt in her mind that they were all security guards. How worried was Yash about his life?

Her realization of the extreme care he had taken for their security for this "wedding" softened her attitude. The flowers were beautiful, but so large that if she held them in front of her like a bouquet, they covered so much of her that she looked nude except for her fishnets and boots. Suddenly she realized they would have been the perfect spray to cover a casket. Lowering the enormous calla lily blossoms so that she could see the continuing spectacle in front of her, she cast loving eyes in Yash's direction and again wondered why he looked so weird, so not himself. Then she realized it was the color of his eyes. Those normally golden orbs were now a warm dark brown. She tilted her head and looked him over, trying to figure out what else might be different. She was thinking the wig must have really smashed down his soft puppy ears when she realized there were actual human ears on each side of his head under the long fringe of his black Elvis wig. What was going on?

Yash just shook his hips, Elvis style and grabbed her arm to drag her up the last couple of steps so they could stand before the "other" Elvis who had been singing. He looked at the depiction of Priscilla on the cross, then back to her, then back to Priscilla, and then he reached over and lowered the zipper on her top until a fair amount of cleavage showed. Satisfied that she was presentable for this fiasco of a wedding, he flashed her a brilliant smile and held her hand as the Elvis from another older, fatter universe began to intone the familiar sappy words of a traditional marriage service. Of course he intoned them in his best Tennessee Elvis drawl. Kagome wasn't listening to anything he was twanging at her. Her entire attention was on Yash's hand around hers. As she slid her fingers to intertwine with his, she noticed another radical change in her hanyou. He had fingernails, not claws.

This couldn't be real, and yet in less than three minutes flat, this decrepit aging Elvis impersonator had pronounced them husband and wife. Yash placed the wedding ring he had gotten her in Madison on her finger along with her engagement ring. Then hell's Elvis wished them years of togetherness in worshipping the King and it was over. Now she was free to ask him about the changes in his physique, but first she was going to kick Yash's sorry ass into next week. She was going to sit him until she was sure this would be their only child. And then she was gonna hurt him.

They signed the brief documents required by the State of Nevada, two of the security guards acting as their witnesses. Yash tucked the marriage certificate into his ample belt, took her arm and they headed back to the limo.

As they walked back down the aisle, the photographer took a few more pictures and Kagome took the opportunity to turn to Yash and say, "You are so dead."

"What? What the fuck are you talking about? You wanted a wedding so I gave you a wedding. Seemed OK to me."

"Yash, have you ever been to a wedding?" Kagome asked, as she handed the enormous bouquet to the photographer and carefully got into the back of the waiting limo.

"Nope. Demons don't do weddings. Why?"

"Well that explains why you confused that piece of crap we just went through with a real wedding."

"Hey, it's legal, isn't it? That's all that matters at this point. Don't you like your outfit? I think you look pretty cute."

"Cute. That's every girl's dream on her wedding day, Yash. Not to mention the Elvis theme. At this point I'm just glad you didn't take me to Disneyland. Wait, maybe Snow White or Cinderella would have been better than Elvis and Priscilla."

"Couldn't do it. Both Disneyland and DisneyWorld were totally booked for today."

"Shit. I can't believe you tried them, too."

"Hey, I'm a dog with a plan. You wanted to get married. I wanted us to get married before we got back to LA. This was the best I could do on such short notice. I tried to get Miroku and Sango to come and meet us here, but they wouldn't do it."

"They wouldn't? Did you tell them we were getting married?"

"Keh."

"I'll take that as a 'No'. No wonder they didn't come. Hey, if you'd have told me, I wouldn't have been there, either."

"What! You didn't like it? I thought it was a fun wedding. You had a white dress, flowers and music. That's what Sango told me was required."

Kagome just held her head in her hands and muttered obscenities under her breath. Her idiot hanyou had tried to give her a decent wedding, and probably done the best he could under the circumstances. She hadn't even asked him about his eyes and his hands yet and her mind was already reeling.

They were back at The Bellagio in no time, but this time the limo pulled into their private entrance of their private suite. It was a separate villa on the property with it's own private entrance and private swimming pool. Yash told her he'd had it specially redecorated. She stood at the front door, afraid for Yash to open it. After his last surprise, she wasn't sure what he thought was appropriate for a honeymoon suite.

Yash nodded to the security guards stationed around the villa, and opened the door. He stopped Kagome from entering, and picked her up and tucked her under his arm, giving her a really good close-up look at his white flowing cape, which was now over her head.

"Put me down, you jerk!"

"What? Sango said it was traditional to carry the bride across the threshold."

"You must have had a bad connection. You're supposed to carry me in your arms, not treat me like dirty laundry. Put me DOWN!"

Yash thought a minute, "Hmm … She did hang up on me a couple of times, maybe I missed part of what she said."

He put Kagome down and with the cape gone she got her first good look at their bridal suite. Peeking out, she breathed an immense sigh of relief. They were in the living room, which was generous and had definitely been decorated by an interior decorator of style and taste, expensive taste. The rich dark woods of the case goods were perfectly offset by the intense and subtle colors of a very traditional setting. The accompanying dining room was a seamless match of understated elegance. Behind it, she glimpsed a full kitchen. There were two bedrooms and five bathrooms. Kagome wondered if Yash had invited the security staff to stay with them. Apparently not, since he took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom.

"This is the room I had redecorated, Kagome. Wait until you see it!"

Now she was very afraid. What was his vision of the perfect wedding night bedroom? After the Elvis wedding from hell, she was afraid to ask. So she didn't. She squinted her eyes closed as Yash opened the door and led her into the room. When he stopped walking, she gradually opened her eyes. She was in the center of the room. A very colorful room. Everywhere she looked was red. Or pink. Or fuchsia. And the orange hues of the color wheel weren't forgotten either. She covered her face with her hands and peeked out between her fingers. Looking at the room straight on hurt her eyes. There was a round bed, covered with bright red coverings. Above the bed was a pink, white and purple tapestry of cupids attacking a naked couple in a forest. The lamps had pink shades. The rug was a deep fuchsia. The overstuffed chairs were upholstered with flowered fabric in rich shades of deep rose and pale pinks. Even the small desk had been stained a dark purple-red shade. There were six or seven bouquets of long stemmed red roses placed around the large room, giving the place an overpowering scent of a florist shop on drugs. The overall effect of the room made her want to puke her guts out.

Instead, her ever-ready mate came up behind her and put his arms around her, grinding his pelvis against her, making his intentions very clear.

"You've got to be joking. This room is so hideous my eyes hurt even when they're closed."

"Are you kidding? That shampoo and the soap have been driving me crazy!"

"Oh, is that what did it, I'd been wondering." Kagome said dryly.

"What?" Yash was totally exasperated.

Kagome gave him a pointed look and then let her gaze wander around the really red room, finally running her gaze over his white jumpsuit as she crossed her arms over her chest and heaved a disdainful sigh.

"At least you could have gone early Elvis. A black leather outfit would have been very flattering on you."

"You told me it was white for weddings, didn't you?"

"Guilty. At this point I'm really sorry I ever mentioned the word 'wedding' in your presence."

"Too late, bitch. We already did the wedding thing, just like I promised your Mom." He sidled up next to her, rubbing his white jump suit along her mini-skirted body and nudging her with his caped shoulder. Changing his voice to mimic Elvis' voice as much as possible, he leered at her and said, "Are You Lonely Tonight? How 'bout it babe, time for a lot less talk and a little more action?"

Kagome wasn't amused. She kept her arms in place across her chest and gave him a brief but pitiful sidelong glance. Undaunted, he slipped behind her and put on his excellent Elvis shades. He put his arm around her shoulder as he sidled up to her other side. Putting his forehead to hers, he mumbled, "Love Me Tender, baby."

"Not a chance."

"Love me true?"

"Keh!" Kagome threw his favorite phrase back at him.

"It's Now Or Never, baby!" Yash dropped down to one knee, flourishing his cape.

"Puh-lease."

"I Want You, I Need You, I Love You."

"You are SO sad."

He got back up to wrap his caped arms around her, crooning, "Don't send me to Heartbreak Hotel, Baby. We could do a Whole Lotta Shakin' with my Hunka Hunka Burning Love."

"Yash, Heartbreak Hotel would be a step up over this place."

"But what about my Hunka Hunka Burning Love?"

"Well,…" Kagome took off his sunglasses and slipped her go go booted foot behind his leg before she pushed him square in the chest, one hand on either side of the partially opened zipper of his jumpsuit. This toppled him over onto the enormous red bed. It was easy to hop on top of him in her ridiculous white fake leather micro-mini skirt, so she straddled his torso and zipped his jumpsuit down to the top of his wide belt. "I might be able to do something about your Hunka Hunka Burning Love, but this fake chest hair has got to go, it's a real turn off." She then proceeded to rip the offending body decoration right off his chest. She tossed it over her shoulder and it landed with a smack on the floor behind them.

Yash yelped in response, the adhesive taking a few skin cells along with the layer of fake dark hair. The slight movements she made over his crotch kept him from taking too much notice of that momentary discomfort. His bride was stripping him of his wedding costume. He was more interested in encouraging her active participation than quibbling over the accuracy of his Elvis impersonation. He was even more convinced when he slid his hands under the tiny skirt. She wasn't wearing anything under those fishnet tights. His Hunka Hunka Burning Love was getting happier by the moment.

She flipped off his sunglasses and threw them on the bedside table, the one with the bright pink heart-shaped top. "Now, all these fake rings have to go - along with this cheesy belt. I've seen plastic more convincing than these fake jewels. You can keep three jewels: me, the Shikon no Tama and my diamond." He just nodded as the rings hit the floor and she reached up to relieve him of the dark wig. "And this, is next. It's a good look, but nothing beats your soft and fuzzy ears, my mate."

"Anyway You Want Me, baby. Just Don't Be Cruel when you see what's under this wig."

"Oh?" She was amazed when she got the wig off and it revealed his dark hair underneath. The soft puppy ears were definitely missing. He was gorgeous, but looked so very different than her usual silver-maned, golden eyed hanyou. She tilted her head and gave the wig a spin around her extended finger. "What gives? Who are you and what have you done with my dog demon?"

"This is the one night of the month I am human. It's the night of the new moon. My demon blood wanes and my human blood takes over. I figured we might as well get married while I was human since it's a human thing."

"And you never told me this because…"

"I hate it. I lose my demon senses. I lose my demon strength. Tetsusaiga won't transform. I'm not a demon or a hanyou; I'm a weak human. I hide it from everyone. You're the only one who knows besides Miroku."

"Don't worry about it mate, you're still my beautiful hanyou. I love you no matter what form you're in."

"Then prove it. It's Now or Never, baby."

"Don't push your luck, Yash, or it'll be Never. Wedding hell was bad enough, but to follow that up with honeymoon purgatory…"

"I Can't Help Falling In Love With You."

"That's more like it. Now cut the Elvis crap or I'm going to Return to Sender."

She had the belt off now, tossing it and the marriage certificate to the floor. It was clear she was going to have to let him up to get the full-length jumpsuit off. She shook her head in disgust and slid off of him.

"Does this room come with a Striptease? It would certainly match the wallpaper." Kagome gestured to the hideously decorated room and settled herself on the bed, leaning back on her elbows and crossing her go go boots at the ankles while she watched him undress.

Yash took off his boots and stripped off the top of his jumpsuit. He swiveled his hips sensuously at her before he dropped the bell bottomed white spandex to the floor.

"Your turn," he growled, as he got on the bed and crawled over to her. He grabbed the go go boots, flipping them behind him one at a time. He reached under her skirt and dragged down the waistband of her fishnet panty hose, and the ripped them off her body in his haste. It was too much of a hassle to remove them and he knew she hated them anyway. She was nude under the short sleeveless white plastic top and mini skirt, and his desire for her was clear for her to see.

He lowered the zipper of her top and licked at the tender skin between her breasts.

"You should have told me how wonderful the Marking would be, Yash." Her eyes were molten with pleasure and anticipation. "Can we combine our aura's again?"

"Anytime, anyplace, bitch."

"Like here? Like now?"

Yash didn't answer; he just undid the zipper, removed her top and dumped it unceremoniously on the floor. Her tiny skirt joined it on the floor shortly afterwards. Then he melded their bodies and their mouths, hugging her to him and starting their latest mating dance. With each thrust she felt the cocoon of their embracing human auras strengthening and protecting them. They were lost in the pleasure of the moment, the consummation of their marriage, the comfort and warmth of each other and their auras. It was a tender, short mating of intense passion. The slick slide of their bodies became the frenzied, driven rush to conclusion.

Their passions spent, the newlyweds kept each other close. Their breathing slowed, their auras dimmed, and they hugged each other tightly. Kagome rubbed her thigh against his thigh. Yash trickled his fingers down her side, enjoying the damp heated texture of her skin. He kissed her nose and nibbled on her lips. She caressed his human ears and entwined her fingers in his dark hair.

Yash withdrew and flopped over next to her, blowing the hair out of his eyes with a determined 'huff'.

"Elvis has left the building," he said in his best imitation of the King and then he chuckled to himself.

Kagome turned to face him, propping her head up on one elbow. "I can't believe you said that!"

In a flash Yash whipped on his Elvis aviator shades and turned to her wearing his poutiest smirk and a curled lip. Resuming his best Elvis voice, he responded.

"Thank you, Thank you very much."