InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Not Always Opposites ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

 

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Sorry this is so short...I love you all!

 

Chapter 5: Compromise?

 

Did you know that when you mix red hair dye, pink kool-aid, and hair bleach (peroxide) together in a large container of water that it comes out a sickly green and fuchsia color?

 

Did you also know that when said mixture is sprayed onto black hair, it becomes a horrid patchy green color, but when sprayed onto white/silver hued hair, it seems to turn into a patchy yellow/gold and red/puke print not unlike that of a leopards skin on acid?!

 

Funny, but you wouldn't think that would be so upsetting to the teen turbulence of enemies currently facing the wrath of two very powerful beings. It would seem that neither Sango, Inuyasha, nor Miroku enjoyed the fact that they might very well be referred to as the soccer ball heads within their circle of friends for the next, oh...month? Pity really, because Kagome and Sesshoumaru were quite enjoying every little aspect of their little 'sprinkler trap'.

 

Kagome smiled mischievously as she watched the three 'victims' saunter, or storm in some cases, in to the house. Each of them had their own surprise waiting, and each surprise was well worth the effort.

 

For Sesshoumaru, nothing was more fun than watching his younger sibling and his snag of friends get bombarded by the set of traps he and Kagome had set. It was his ultimate gain as far as he was concerned; revenge truly could be sweet sometimes.

 

Kagome looked to Sesshoumaru and noticed the small smile hinting at the corner of his lips and smirked. She noticed he was watching her from the corner of his eye and so she cocked her head to the side in silent inquiry. When he turned his head and full attention to her, she spoke.

 

"Why are you staring at me?" Sesshoumaru had the decency to smirk and answered her.

 

"I expect you could answer that question yourself?"

 

At her crestfallen look, he just smiled and winked. It seemed so out of character for him, even in her privileged relations with him, that she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. She looked around the room quickly and spotted something that would occupy her mind for now. Before carrying out her plan, she looked to make sure the door was locked...it was.

 

He watched as she stood and moved away from the window, only to begin rummaging in his personal belongings on his desk. It wasn't quite clear what she was trying to do so he simply watched and waited for her to reveal her intentions. A click and a hum met his ears making him all the more curious.

 

Kagome turned around and kept her hands behind her back, resting them just behind her while leaning her hips against the desk. A small strum and thud was heard and he suddenly got the idea.

 

He listened as the song played. Unexpectedly, a question hit him; how the hell did that cd get into his collection? Must be Sango's, because Kagome surely didn't listen to that...that...crap, did she? Ugh, the thought was revolting.

 

He tuned back into Kagome, and that song, as he realized she was beginning to move. Her hips swayed from side to side and her body dipped slightly and as the music began to take shape with her movements, he found himself not caring what song was playing.

 

She walked a bit, one slow step after the other. Sesshoumaru could feel his body reacting in heat waves that racked his body. He was undeniably turned on by his little spitfire, and the Gods be damned if she didn't feel the same thing.

 

The only problem was that it was merely physical and he just couldn't do that to her, he wouldn't. She was a virgin, albeit a very mature, very sexy virgin, she was nonetheless. Her dignity and honor rested on her virtue and purity and he wasn't about to strip that from her.

 

Oh but how his body disagreed. The girl was moving as though she were born to grind in slow sensual movements that sent his mind reeling with ideas. That was it, she was sent to earth to torture him with unreachable pleasure.

 

She came closer still, just a few steps from his body setting lag against the bay window seating. His entire being was screaming to capture her, bring her to him, keep her close, and fulfill every dirty little fantasy he'd ever dreamt of with her.

 

Her hands were suddenly very close to him and coming closer. He watched in pleasurable agony as she swayed her hips until each leg straddled him, without touching. Her hands were roaming his upper body slowly, again without touching.

 

A small groan managed to escape him as his eyes grew heavy and his head dropped back to rest against the wall. Too much, it was way too much. He was the epitome of self-control, but this vixen knew how to press every one of his buttons so why would sex be any different? Gods, how he wanted her!

 

His fingers twitched with the need to touch, to feel, but there was something ultimately erotic about the way she wasn't touching him. He felt the shudder rush through his body, the same as he saw hers move at the exact same time. What a feeling she could provoke without even knowing it.

 

“Something tells me...”

 

Her head moved around his to whisper in the other ear just as his eyes found the strength to open.

 

“...That you...”

 

She pulled her head back and locked eyes with him. It was a daring move on her part, but even more daring that he had met the challenge. She whispered again with a finality so convicting, he had to wonder what she really wanted.

 

“...Like this.”

 

It was his turn to dance on the thread that ran between them. He couldn't let her get away on top now could he?

 

“Do I?”

 

Just as she was about to pull away, he stood causing her to tumble down backwards onto the bed just a few feet behind her. The momentary shock gave him ample time to follow her down.

 

“Or is it...”

 

He gave her the same, unbearably sweet treatment as she had given him. This time, however, he had every intention of carrying out the one task she didn't...touch.

 

“...That you...”

 

He pulled his head back far enough to see her body dancing to his every whim, while her face played the description of pure pleasure. Perfection was sweet.

 

“...Like this?”

 

She tried to speak, he could tell, but something had stopped her. The way her mouth moved to create words that had no voice was driving him absolutely insane with want.

 

There was one thing wrong with the position he had gotten them into; they weren't on the bed enough for his liking. He could fix that.

 

His leg moved until it was just above her slightly parted ones. He pressed in and was rewarded with her right leg moving further out to occupy the new body. Once both legs were between hers, he made his move.

 

His right knee came up and pressed at her core just enough to get her attention, and then more so she would move. Like magic, her body glided up the bed with his until he could comfortably lie in between her legs.

 

Still, he did not touch her beyond that move. He was quite enjoying the idea that he could play her every string without even touching her. The connection between them was simply remarkable.

 

However grand the play might be, actors need their props. His was so devastatingly painful that he could no longer ignore his growing need.

 

He looked down into the face of the one woman that knew the real him, the only one that he would ever share a moment like this with. She was the only thing in this world that was beautiful to him, as intelligent as he, and the only thing worth his time.

 

It was suddenly clear to him, she was more than just a physical attraction...she was his world. Just as sudden as it dawned on him, the need to touch her became too much for him to control.

 

His hand slipped down from above her and caressed her breast with such a tender citrus that it left his body begging for more. The small touch was never going to be enough.

 

She felt the energy of the touch more than she felt the actual touch; it sent her body into fits of shivers from the sheer volume of anticipation it left her with. For a moment she was going to protest, but the second her eyes opened all words were too far from her grasp.

 

He looked so sure, so content, and so perfect. There was such conviction in his eyes that she didn't think she could deny him anything.

 

The thought stayed with her when his hand moved down to her hip and pressed, bringing his body up further and then back down. She could feel him pressing against her inner thigh but she didn't feel scared; instead, she felt her body heat and rise to meet his.

 

Her body was acting of it's own accord. It was as though it knew what to do when she didn't, and for that she was thankful.

 

She watched, blissfully entranced as his lips descended upon hers, bringing with them a dawning clarity; she wanted him. Not just the physical brims of gorgeous grace he had become, Kagome wanted Sesshoumaru as a woman wants a strong protector and loving man to stand with her. Kagome wanted Sesshoumaru to the point that she needed him.

 

His lips were soft, warm, and ultimately inviting in all their glorious delectability. But that moment was not to last, as life was in its perfect timing; life and annoying half-siblings had a way of breaking in on the perfect moments.

 

“They will PAY!!”

 

Inuyasha stormed up the stairs and headed straight for Sesshoumaru's room, knowing full well that at least he could find him quickly. Kagome he could find the coordinates on from his brother, just as soon as he was done throttling him.

 

Sesshoumaru's hands pressed her shirt over her head, set her back down gently and delighted in the smooth textures and curves of her skin. He noticed her hands had already discarded his upper clothing and were making quick work memorizing his muscles as well.

 

He slid a hand between her back and the bed to find the clasp to the evil contraption known as the bra. Once found, the clasp came undone and his hand came around to remove the stupid confinement.

 

His hand slipped under her bra and worked its way out towards her arm, effectively removing it from one side of her body. He did the same with the other side, but his hand stilled on her breast when his door was flung open, giving way to a very irate, very pukish-hair-colored half demon.

 

All three of them froze in the midst of carnal sins that were being revealed exposed.

 

Kagome pressed herself into the bedding with all the strength she could find though still resting her hands on Sesshoumaru's chest. Sesshoumaru was frozen still with one hand holding him up while the other was left on her breast.

 

Inuyasha, on the other hand, was holding the handle to the door as though it were a lifeline, and trying with everything he had to process the sight. The set of keys he had made for Sesshoumaru's door all for blackmail suddenly didn't seem so sweet...

 

“Brother...”

 

Inuyasha's eyes snapped up to meet Sesshoumaru's with a hint of fear screaming out of them.

 

“Leave. Now.”

 

He barely had the strength to nod and shut the door before he saw the glint of evil in Sesshoumaru's eyes. Somehow, his strength had returned full force once the door was shut.

 

Inuyasha slid to the floor against the wall opposite the room he just exited and laughed. He had caught them in the middle of quite a compromising position.

 

“Score one for Inuyasha, none for the goons. Whoa, wait, make that two, cause there's two of them.”

 

“Two of what?”

 

Inuyasha looked up to see Sango and Miroku standing over him looking quite curious and insanely ridiculous. At that moment, nothing was funnier; his laughter started anew.

 

Sango looked to Miroku and raised an eyebrow at him, whom merely returned her look and shrugged. Both of them were having a hard enough time holding their own laughter in as they watched their now pukish haired friend chortle at something they couldn't see.

 

“They...” He pointed to the door opposite his position and tried again, all the while gasping for air and laughing between words.

 

“They...were...it...them...together...naked...oh gods...”

 

Miroku and Sango cast wide eyes from the door to Inuyasha and held their own breaths.

 

“You saw Sesshoumaru naked?”

 

The thought sobered Inuyasha quickly and he nearly fell over in shock and disgust.

 

“Oh my gosh, I saw my brother...gross!”

 

At that the three of them broke out in peels of laughter that sounded for the entire world like hyenas. Well, it was until Sesshoumaru's pissed off form appeared in the doorway.

 

“We're dressed. Run.”

 

The three of them looked from one to other, then to Sesshoumaru; all took off at break-neck speeds down the hallways to Inuyasha's bedroom laughing the whole way. Unbeknownst to them were the many surprises they had yet to discover in that room alone.

 

 

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Tada. For you. I know I wasn't going to update this right now, but I found this chapter in my computers back-up files nearly complete and so...you know. I'm even leaving you with a bit of a cliffy (like that's new right?)::Evil Cackle::

 

So I think this might be just the thing I needed to get past the writer's block and re-ignite a bit of interest in this story. Fair warning, I'm not updating a lot right now...I promise to make it worth your time when I do update.

 

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