InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lover Untamed ❯ Chapter five ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Onigumo was decidedly grateful that the chaos that had once been the Yukhanza Fair was dying down because the beginnings of a massive headache were clawing at his temples, threatening to break through and overwhelm his senses unless he didn’t get some drugs into his system. Quickly.

A dark scowl twisted his pale features as he stalked toward his respective carnie’s tent, nearly yanking the entrance flap right off from the palpable anger that was coming off of him in waves.  Shrugging off his sweltering overcoat and tossing it somewhere behind him along with his top hat, The Ring Leader headed straight for his travel bag and rummaged around before pulling out a small white bottle.  A gentle breeze from behind signaled the wolf had joined him and ignoring him for the moment Onigumo uncapped the bottle and swallowed the pills that landed in his palm.

Cobalt blue eyes watched intently but silently, lips pressed into a tight line and arms folded tensely across his chest. Kouga was on edge, muscles tense and hackles rose.  He wanted nothing more than to get the hell outta Dodge and go find Kagome, but this Onigumo freak obviously had some valuable information to share with him concerning his woman and that half-breed filth, and he wanted all the help he could get if it meant getting Kagome back again.

Resolved, Kouga glared hard at the man before him and growled lowly, waiting impatiently for him to start talking.  

Sinking down into a hard wooden chair, Onigumo sighed and dropped his head into his hands, yanking half-heartedly at his black locks.  God, but what a day from hell this had been.  First that stupid half-breed pet of his giving him attitude, then the temperature deciding to rise about five-fucking-hundred degrees, nearly making him have a heat stroke in his ring leader attire, then the hanyou somehow managing to escape his cage and run away with some human wench with a wolf boyfriend who obviously had some possessive issues.

What he wouldn’t do for a nice cold beer right about now.

A low, warning growl sounded before him and Onigumo directed his baleful stare toward the impatient wolf youkai.  “Shut up. I can’t think with that growling of yours.”

Kouga snorted but lowered his growl to a low rumble.  

Rolling his crimson eyes, Onigumo unclasped the suspenders holding up his slacks and reached for the cooler at his feet.  “First off, Onigumo is my carnie name.  My real name is Naraku Morikawa and you will address me as such.  Understood?” He took a long swig of water from the bottle in his hand.

The wolf demon grunted.

Emptying half the bottle, he set it back down on the counter and stared right at the wolf standing before the entrance, elbows braced on his knees.  “Let’s cut right to the chase, wolf.  My half-breed is romping around somewhere with your bitch and we both want them back, preferably unharmed and as soon as possible, otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now discussing this with me.”  Kouga remained silent as he dragged his bag over to him and dug around before pulling out a cell phone.  “I know someone who might be able to find both of them, but she’s going to want payment.” Naraku glanced askance at the wolf, gauging his reaction.

Kouga’s eyes narrowed at The Ring Leader, suspicious. “What kind of payment?”

“I know not.  She already owes me a favor but for you it can be anything from money to sexual gratification.  You’ll most likely find out when you meet her. I never know what the fuck’s going on in that brain of hers,” Naraku growled and flipped open his phone, scrolling through his contact list.

The wolf youkai grimaced but otherwise didn’t comment.  If it meant getting back his woman… “Who is she, then?”

Naraku ignored him and held the phone up to his ear.  A pause, then something sinister flashed before his eyes.  “Kagura.  It’s time to pay your debt.”

Pain, white hot and searing lanced through his beaten, bloody body and tearing a truly agonized scream from his raw throat. A river of crimson gushed out of the fresh wound to join the thick coat of blood running down his bare chest and abdomen to seep into the ever-growing pool of blood surrounding his kneeling form.

Gasping for breath, hating himself for showing weakness, the bloodied figure slumped forward, the only thing preventing him from falling face first into his own blood the steel shackles clamped tightly around his raw wrists.  Head bowed, blood dripping from his mouth and spattering onto his taut thighs, he gnashed his teeth together, trembling from head to foot as his rapidly beating heart pumped more of his life’s source out of him – much to the pleasure of the dark haired man that stood before him, holding the cause of his pain tightly in his hand.

A dark, lethal growl trickled out between cracked lips and sharp fangs snapped at the man in a dangerous move that could very well end his life.

But The Ring Leader wasn’t that nice, was he.

The aforementioned man’s sinister scarlet gaze narrowed, his hand tightening on black leather.

A loud crack of a whip echoed in the dark room followed by another scream of pain.

“Know your place, filthy half-breed,” The Ring Leader sneered and brought the leather down again, a twisted sort of pleasure welling as a bloody line appeared on his previously unmarred shoulder.

A grunt this time, having no breath to express his agony in another hoarse scream.
Naraku was unfazed. “Consider this a mere preview for what is to come should you disobey me again.”

The whip came down again and again and again, carving fresh slices onto his bloody flesh or reopening a previous wound, going deeper, harder, forever scarring him…but not in the physical sense.

Black dots were starting to invade his vision and had it not been for his half-demon status, Inuyasha knew he would have died long ago from severe blood loss.  But because of what he was, The Ring Leader continued his merciless punishment, knowing his pet would last much longer than a normal human.

And not for the first time in his miserable life – and probably not the last – Inuyasha wished that he was a normal human being so that he would cease to exist and he wouldn’t have to endure this excruciating pain, this torture any longer.

The leather came down again and a crimson slash appeared on his left cheek, blood already oozing out and leaving a warm, grotesque trail down his neck to his mangled chest.  He gasped and choked on the blood that welled in his throat.  

How many times now had he tried to end his own life?  Had taken his claws, put them to his throat and pressed the deadly tips into his flesh?

Probably about just as many times as he’d coward out at the last second, increasing his self-loathing and cursing himself.

He hated how he longed for death…

Yet, feared it.

The whip cracked right in front of his face, drawing his attention from his musings back to the sadistic gaze of The Ring Leader.

Thinly veiled hatred and disgust twisted Naraku’s pale features and his voice was like a poisonous wine, deadly and smooth all at once and making Inuyasha’s skin crawl.

“What do you say, half-breed?” he snapped, the leather in his hand creaking as he tightened his grip in a not so subtle warning to start talking.

Breathing hard and glaring with all the hatred he could muster at his despicable master, Inuyasha growled and spat his own blood at his feet as a silent rejection.

Anger boiled his blood and Naraku snarled at the vermin, his eyes narrowed into thin slits of murderous red.

Inuyasha didn’t know how it happened.  He saw Naraku’s hand move and the next thing he knew the leather whip was wound tightly around his bloody neck, biting into the tender flesh as he yanked on the handle and forced the hanyou’s head and amber gaze upward.

As expected the half-breed glared up at him in defiance, his golden gaze fierce and unwavering.

The Ring Leader growled and resisted the urge to snap the bastard’s neck. “Say it,” he demanded fiercely.

Even through Inuyasha’s wind pop was being crushed from the pressure on his neck, he still managed to choke out two, hate-filled words.

“Fuck you.”

The taste of blood, then darkness prevailed.

The sound of his own hard breathing woke him up and Inuyasha’s eyes shot open, wide and panicked as he frantically looked around, the warm weight on top of him momentarily forgotten.  Cold sweat covered his skin in a light layer and he swallowed compulsively, his mouth like sandpaper and his tongue feeling swollen and heavy.  

Jesus…what a nightmare that had been.  Inuyasha frowned and unconsciously tightened his grip on the pleasant weight atop him.  Wait…no, not a nightmare. A memory, one from way back…when that fucking Naraku bastard first caught him and forced him to submit.  A growl trickled from between his lips as he glared at something only he could see.  God, how he had loathed the man at that moment.  Thinking back on it now, Inuyasha was proud that he never submitted to him, proud that he had lost consciousness not because he gave up, but because of the lack of air getting to his lungs.

Even now he reveled the look of complete rage on The Ring Leader’s face before everything went black.  

Warm breath fluttered against his neck and Inuyasha blinked his vision back into focus, frowning in confusion for a millisecond before realizing that his mate was lying on top of him, fast asleep and she was safe and warm in his arms.  Immediately his features softened and he smiled, leaning forward to bury his nose in her hair and inhale deeply.  God, she smelled delicious and probably tasted even better.

That particular thought had a certain part of his anatomy responding and he growled lowly, closing his eyes and absently slipping his hand under her shirt and running it up the length of her smooth back.  His female murmured and shifted in his embrace, bending her knee so that it hugged his hip.  The movement brought her hips closer to his and he shuddered in barely suppressed want.  

Ears flattening against his head, Inuyasha swallowed hard and flexed the hand that was splayed between her shoulder blades.  Her skin was sticky from dried sweat and it was hot beneath his hand but he didn’t move it as his other clawed appendage migrated to her hip and squeezed possessively.  Her hot breath on his beck was making his skin tingle and his body hardening, his muscles trembling as he forced himself to stay still and not take advantage of his slumbering mate like he desperately wanted to.  

Jesus, even in her damn sleep his female was seducing him!

Breathing hard, and not because of the trapped heat between them, Inuyasha gritted his teeth and viciously held back the urge to wake her up in a rather unique way that she probably wouldn’t appreciate.  

Feeling as if she were in a sauna with a thousand other bodies pressing against her, Kagome slowly drifted from the land of nod and into a sluggish wakefulness, her vision bleary and her face coated in a light layer of sweat.  It’s hot… she thought and lifted her head, her cheek sticking to whatever sticky surface it was laying upon.  Which happened to look like human flesh. Male human flesh.  

Kagome blinked and stared down at the very male chest her cheek had been lying on judging by the red spot inches from her face.  And then her pillow shifted and mocha eyes widened before snapping up to gaze at Inuyasha’s face and she wondered why he looked like he was in pain.  

Instantly concerned and ignoring just why she was sprawled out on top of her half-demon guest, Kagome sat up and leaned in close, a frown of worry etched onto her features as a hand rose to touch his cheek. “Inuyasha?  Are you all right?  Are you in pain?”

Aware that his bitch was awake now and talking to him, hazy sunset eyes slowly cracked open to stare into the concerned face of Kagome and his heart swelled with adoration.  Was the concern for him endless?  Swallowing thickly and managing a weak smile, Inuyasha reached up and brushed a damp strand of ebony away from her face, not missing the way her already flushed cheeks darkened in color.  “M’fine,” he husked, brushing his thumb across the sweat slicked skin of her forehead and down to her cheek.

Kagome’s chocolate eyes widened a fraction, his fingers feeling hot against her flushed skin.  “O…okay.” Even as she said this she couldn’t bring herself to move, to stop staring into those fathomless golden eyes, her heart skipping a beat at the emotions she found swimming in them.  It can’t be…

“K’gome…” he mumbled and released a sigh, his breath making her lips tingle.  

It was then that she realized just how close they were exactly and she squeaked, suddenly sitting up and staring down at the very naked and now confused Inuyasha.  “I—uh—I’m-I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I—how did I—” Her eyes rounded for the second time.  “Ohmigod, you’re naked!” Scrambling to get off of him, she heard him grunt before she suddenly found herself laying on the floor on her back, the blanket that was usually thrown across the back of her couch cushioning her fall.  What’s it doing on the floor…? Was a wayward thought as she stared at the ceiling, blinking.

Then she was looking up into Inuyasha’s face as he leaned over the couch, amusement shining in his amber gaze as he stared down at her. “Kagome?” he questioned, his head cocked to the side in a very dog-like manner that made said woman want to giggle insanely for the next ten minutes or so.

She blinked again, caught a glimpse of a bare behind and flushed all over again before scrambling away from him while simultaneously getting to her feet.  She didn’t quite know how she accomplished that.  “I, er, um, you, uh, shower!” She turned tail and zoomed out of the living room and down the hallway.  

Inuyasha watched her retreat and heard a door slam shut followed shortly after by running water.  

He blinked.  What the hell was all that about…?

Fifteen minutes later found Kagome refreshed and significantly calmed down from her embarrassment earlier as she snuck across the hallway to her bedroom in naught but a fluffy white towel.  Quickly she dressed into some light sweats and a tank top, brushing out her hair and bunching into a damp and messy bun to get it off her neck.

After that she puttered around her room for a bit, reluctant to exit her private sanctuary and face the very naked half-demon that she knew was out there.  She blushed as she recalled the brief glimpse of his bare bottom and without realizing it decidedly declared that it was perfect, round and firm and she wondered how it could feel beneath her hands…

Cinnamon orbs rounding once she realized just what she had imagined, Kagome flushed darkly and dropped her head in her hands, shaking it back and forth, releasing a groan.  “Oh, god, I did not just think that!” she groused and forcefully shoved that particular image in the back of her brain where it shall remain for a very, very, very long time.  She hoped.

After another quick ten minutes of uselessly tidying up her already clean room, Kagome realized she should probably go out there and play the good host.  She did have company, after all…even if it was a (naked) half-demon who had the ability to make her blush with just a glance and one that liked to keep constant contact with her.  Maybe it was an insecurity thing?  

Shrugging it off, Kagome found herself facing her closed bedroom door, biting her lip and clutching a pair of Kouga’s jeans in her hands.  “C’mon, girl…time to face the music,” she muttered to herself and grabbed the doorknob. “Besides, it’s not like you’ve never seen a naked guy before. You’ve seen Kouga naked plenty of times before…under different circumstances…” She groaned again.  

Sucking in a breath intended to calm her nerves; Kagome nodded resolutely to herself, turned the knob, and exited her bedroom in search of her hanyou houseguest. She found him in the kitchen, still bare as the day he was born, rummaging around in her cabinets and sniffing at its contents.  Kagome wondered how he could be so comfortable strolling around in nothing but his birthday suit.

She forced her gaze to stay above the waist and couldn’t contain the small smile that surfaced on her features as she watched him poke around her kitchen, making a face everything he didn’t like how something smelled.  

Then Kagome realized she was gawking quite shamelessly at him – or more like his toned chest – and she cleared her throat, lifting her gaze back to his face.  She smiled once he turned his attention toward her and held out the pair of jeans in her hands to him.  “Here.  You should, um, cover up so you don’t get sick, or…something.” It was a lame excuse but it was the best she could come up with.

Curious, Inuyasha ambled his way over to his mate and took the offered garment in his hands, pleased that his female had thought to give him something.  Leaning forward he took a cautious sniff of the material but then instantly recoiled and made a face, glaring at his bitch. “Smells like wolf,” he growled and held it back.

Kagome frowned at the jeans the lifted her gaze back to him, a frown marring her features.  Placing her hands on her hips in a typical female stance, she stared back at him, defiant.  “Well nothing of mine is going to fit you, and I’m pretty sure you’re about Kouga’s size, so it’s either that—” She nodded to the jeans,  “—or my frilly pink bathrobe that smells like a Avon lady exploded in it.”

Inuyasha had no idea what an avon lady was but what got him was the frilly and pink part of that statement.  He may have been in the dark for an odd number of years, but he certainly knew what that meant. Grimacing in defeat, Inuyasha growled his displeasure and painstakingly yanked the jeans over his legs, gritting his teeth as the scent of wolf assaulted his senses.

Looking triumphant, Kagome smiled and bounced over to her cupboards, ignoring the heavy sigh coming from the grumbling hanyou. “So, I guess you’re hungry from the way you were looking in all of my cabinets, so let’s see what I have…” She bent over and disappeared into her pantry, shoving things aside and offering Inuyasha a tempting view of her luscious backside.

A few minutes later a sound of victory echoed from within the depths of the pantry and Kagome emerged with a Styrofoam cup wrapped in orange cardboard.  “Aha! I knew I had one left.” Grinning, she tore away the cardboard and plastic as she ambled over to the sink, Inuyasha watching her every movement.  “I don’t know if you’ll like it or not, but it’s probably the only instant thing I have right now and I don’t want you to starve, so it’ll have to do for now.”  After filling it up with the appropriate amount of water, Kagome placed it in the microwave and set it for three minutes.  “It’ll be done in three minutes.”

Wordlessly Inuyasha nodded; pleased that his bitch knew him well enough already to figure out that he was hungry.  God, could he love her any more?  She was always giving and asking nothing in return.  The dog-demon wanted to give her something back, but he know what she would like.  Meat, maybe?  He was a decent hunter and knew he could provide for her when it came to food, but it looked as if she was already prepared in that aspect.  He frowned.  Furs?  No, it was already way too hot for heavy bedding and clothes.  What else did women like…?

“Done!” Kagome suddenly exclaimed and he focused on her as she brought a now steaming cup of something that smelled absolutely scrumptious to the table.  “Careful, though, it’s hot and I don’t want you to burn your tongue.” She stuck a pair of chopsticks in the yellow noodles and stood back with a smile as he approached the good-smelling food.

The first taste and he was hooked.  

Kagome laughed at his heavenly expression, glad that she had found something he obviously liked very much.  “Glad ya like. It’s called ramen, and it’s cheap so I can get as many as you want, okay?” Why was she suddenly talking like he was going to be staying for a while?  He couldn’t stay with her…right?  He was her kidnapper…

Right?

It took less time for him to consume it than the time it was in the microwave and when he was done, Inuyasha released a satisfied belch, leaning back in the chair and patting his still tender but full belly, grinning widely at her.  

Kagome blushed but smiled back, glad that she was able to make him smile like that at her.  “Well, uh, if you’re still hungry, I’ll go look for something else to cook up for you—” A clawed hand suddenly snagged her wrist and she was being pulled forward until she landed in a warm lap as strong arms wrapped around her lithe frame.  Her cheeks blossomed in heat and she placed her hands on his chest, pushing against him. “Inu-Inuyasha, let me up. I need—” His nose diving into the flesh of her neck shut her up and her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open as her back stiffened and her nails dug into the skin of his chest.

Inuyasha barely noticed.  He was surrounded by her scent, the aroma of banana and coconut invading his senses. He’d have to ask how she’d come to acquire such a unique combination of scents.  He hummed in appreciation and tugged her closer, a hand dropping to her lower back to push her more firmly against him.  His bitch fit perfectly against him, like she was made just for him and him only.  

A fierce possessiveness swept through him and he growled, parting his lips to test his earlier theory of just how she tasted.

A swipe of something hot and wet met the flesh of her neck and an involuntary whimper escaped Kagome’s lips.  He did it again, this time scrapping his teeth along the sensitized flesh as Kagome’s hand moved up this shoulders, clutching him tightly and squeezing her eyes shut tight at the sensations his mouth was delivering unto her.  

He was right.  She did taste even better than she smelled.  He groaned and pulled her closer, moving her legs so that she was straddling him and shuddering as her pelvis pressed into his. Lapping and nipping at her neck, Inuyasha’s hand traveled from her waist down to her hip, squeezing possessively before shifting onto her thigh and smoothing his palm down her leg, his claws a sinful caress.  He wanted to shred the damn fabric that was separating her smooth flesh from his hand.

Kagome gasped and bit her lip, struggling to contain the moan of pleasure that threatened to bubble up from her throat the longer he licked and bit at her neck.  She shouldn’t be doing this.  She shouldn’t be on his lap, letting him ravish her like this.  But…it just felt so right.  Like she belonged there in his arms, like he almost had a right to lick, bit and kiss every inch of her neck like he was currently doing.  

Finally melting into his embrace, Kagome’s arms swathed around his neck of their own accord and her eyes drifted close, a sigh whispering past her lisp.  “Mmm…”

Aw, shit.  Inuyasha grit his teeth as his cock stiffened in response to that sound and he growled heatedly in want, giving her neck one last, wet kiss before leaning back only to dive forward and trail his tongue under her chin and across her cheek, up to her temple then returning to gently nip at the tip of her nose to gain her attention.

Mocha eyes fluttered open to stare at him and satisfied that she was focused only on him, Inuyasha shifted her on his lap then deliberately lifted his hips, grounding his hardness into the heated softness of his mate and watching intently as her eyes flew open all the way and her mouth dropped in a soundless gasp of pleasure.  

Good.  Know that she knew what she did to him, she ought to know what was to come next. Rumbling low, Inuyasha leaned forward, took her lips with his own, and then—

…He was grasping at mid air.  What the fuck? Where’d she—

A loud, shrill ringing sound echoed behind him and his ears flattened in response.  Growling low at the disturbance, and most likely the reason why his bitch wasn’t in his lap anymore where she belonged, Inuyasha stood and turned around to see Kagome staring at a white device in her hand in which was causing that shrill sound, a horrified expression etched onto her features.

Frowning in confusion, he ambled over and looked over her shoulder, glancing at the screen.

The digital letters spelled out Matsuno, Kouga.