InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nothing Left to Lose ❯ The Invader ( Chapter 20 )

A/N: Thanks again, Vulcana. Yeah, it's a good thing Sesshy was distracted or I'd be down another healer. I wasn't too fond of that chapter, it came out really choppy, so don't be surprised if it gets updated this weekend. This chapter really belongs on the end of that one, but the writing was so crappy I just decided to stop for the night. Hopefully this will come out better. I know there is someone out there who wants to help me out with this stuff. *beg* *plead* Anyways, I don't own them. Lemon warning!

 

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“This is worse than any attempt on my life.”

 

Kagome dropped her head to her hands, rubbing her temples. “Can I just deal with this tomorrow? I think I've had enough for one night.”

 

Without a word Sesshomaru pulled her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed. He lowered her down, following her onto the soft silk. Her breath caught as he ran his fingers down her neck, trailing down the opening of her robe. “I will protect you,” he breathed into her ear, sending shivers through her body. Her arms came up to his hair, pulling him to her lips for a passionate kiss.

 

No matter what her doubts or reservations were, Sesshomaru could make her body feel so incredible that nothing else mattered. His hands were sliding over the silk of her robe, pushing concerns away with desire. Her eyes slid closed, only the present in her mind.

 

The sash of the robe fell away, revealing her yukata. Impatience got the better of the youkai and he ribbed it open from neck to hem with his claws. Kagome giggled, yet another piece of clothing destroyed. The youkai had no patience. He stopped her giggles by running his tongue over her breasts, moving back and forth as her breathing changed to desperate gasps. Her body lifted to his, wanting to feel his heat pressing down on her.

 

Soft hands were trailing over his back, pulling him down. She was every bit as impatient as he. Stress, fear, worry, she wanted to forget them all. She wanted to feel safe, cherished. She wanted to forget the guards at her door and the enemies in the shadows. For a brief time she could just be Kagome and just feel.

 

He could never ignore her silent pleas, or the forceful hands now untying his clothes. He helped her to pull his clothing away, allowing her hands the freedom to feel every part of him. She pulled him down to the bed, needing to feel him against her. This she could trust.

 

There was something akin to desperation in his mate's eyes. He held her close as she kissed him deeply. One small hand was straying down, sliding past his hips. The warm fingers made his breath catch as they found their target. Her mouth moved to his ear, her breath blowing into his hair.

 

“Please.”

 

A soft growl rumbled through his chest as he lowered himself between her legs. Her eyes were dark with passion, locking onto his gaze and refusing to let go. Their eyes stayed on each other as he slowly pressed himself inside of her.

 

Kagome's breathing become more ragged, but she refused to look away. Those gorgeous eyes, even with a tough of red she loved those eyes. She fought to keep her eyes open as he began to move. They were slow, teasing thrusts, pushing her body higher. She dragged her nails down his back, her body demanding more.

 

Sesshomaru's growls became louder as the sharp nails dung into his skin. He caught her hands, pushing them up over her head where they could not cause more harm. His mate growled with frustration, throwing her head back and arching her body. He was carefully keeping her at the edge, and it was driving her insane. He lowered his head and grasped a nipple, pulling a gasp from her mouth as he teased her.

 

She struggled to get her hands free, or to press closer to him, or to make him move. She did not care which, but something had to give! A low moan escaped her, the situation was getting desperate. “Please, Sesshomaru.” She hissed her plea, eyes closed.

 

He nipped at her neck, growling. “Louder.”

 

“Please, Sesshomaru.” Kagome half-yelled in the darkness, pushing against him and trying to will him into giving her release.

 

The thrusts changed from teasing to driving, pushing Kagome over the dege as she moaned under the assault. Her entire body tensed and shook. His grip on her hands tightened holding her as he drove her down into the bed. She was given no time to recover as he began to push her exhausted body back towards climax.

 

Kagome had not recovered from the first explosion when she felt her body tensing for the second one. She wrapped her legs around the lean hips pulling him deeper as her body shook. She could feel the body over her tensing, thrusting hard as his body exploded inside of her. Silver hell filled her vision as he sagged against her, holding her close.

 

Stars were still crossing Kagome's vision as she brushed silver hair out of her eyes. Sesshomaru had his eyes closed, his forehead resting against hers. With his lips so close Kagome could not resist kissing them and gently exploring his mouth.

 

The couple was very reluctant to move, but exhaustion was winning. Sesshomaru slid off of her, coaxing her to slide under the blankets before she fell asleep completely. She curled up against him, pillowing her head on his shoulder as he held her. She let out a yawn that should have split her in half and shifted so that her bandaged arm was more comfortable.

 

“Good night, Sesshomaru.”

 

“Good night, Kagome.”

 

*~*~*~*

 

“Hey, easy on that arm! I don't want to deal with that healer anymore than I have to!”

 

“Then pay attention, miko! What are you daydreaming about, anyways?”

 

Circling with her instructor, Kagome tried to focus. “Oh, the usual. Arranging a party, guest rooms, food, servants. If I had any idea that this stuff was part of the job I would have run for the hills.”

 

“Ah, getting your first taste of the position, huh? I certainly hope you have help.”

 

“Kumo is babysitting me, and the housekeeper is taking care of most of it, but the royal pain is too busy, so I'm making the decisions.” Kagome's aura flared, making the Captain flinch back.

 

“Quit your whining. It's about time you started to make yourself useful.”

 

Rin flinched on the sidelines. `Oh, Kagome-chan is going to kill the Captain now.'

 

If looks alone could kill, Rin and Kagome would have been down another teacher. As it was Kagome lunged at him, connecting and throwing him across the room.

 

“Useful? I'll show you useful!” The miko stomped across the room, glaring down at the Captain. “Are you going to yield or should I aim for a wall this time?”

 

“Yield. I yield. That temper of yours, miko. Never thought I would meet a miko that stays with youkai and has a temper like yours. Are you sure you're a miko? You're not part youkia back there somewhere? Maybe a touch of elemental, fire perhaps?”

 

Kagome pulled him to his feet. “I'm all miko, teacher. Just not a very good one.”

 

“Plenty powerful enough.” A loud pop came from the Captain's shoulder as he stretched. “Since you have such a hectic schedule why don't you go deal with it. I'm going to work with Rin on using a second sword.”

 

The miko bowed, then made her escape. She knew Kumo would be waiting for her, and the housekeeper would not be far behind. For the last two days she had been dealing with this youkai's visit, and she was already sick of him. Preparations had taken up most of Kagome's time. Kumo would pound her on her manners while the housekeeper asked her impossible questions.

 

`That's probably the real reason I tossed him across the room. So many reasons to get annoyed, and I'm supposed to look all calm and serene. This visit better not last more than a couple of days, or I'll just explode!'

 

“Kagome-sama, you are early! Wonderful, we can have you cleaned up and ready to finish meeting with the housekeeper and the rest of the staff this afternoon. All of the preparations can be finished by tonight, putting us right on time for Merkamou-sama to arrive tomorrow.”

 

“It's almost over. I can deal with one more day of frantic preparations. Then I get to be all calm and quiet.” Kagome pulled off her sweaty clothes, changing into the robe Kumo held out for her.

 

“Yes, and you need to practice, Kagome-sama. Remember how you are supposed to be behaving.”

 

“No running.”

 

Kumo nodded. “And?”

 

“No swearing.”

 

“And?”

 

“No hitting.”

 

“And the last one?”

 

“No yelling.”

 

“Very good, Kagome-sama.”

 

*~*~*~*

 

“Sesshomaru-sama.”

 

Yet another servant groveling on the floor. `What does this one want?' “Hai.”

 

“My lord, Merkamou-sama is approaching the gates. He has two others with him, the rest are still a day away.”

 

`Damn impatient fool.' “Bring him here when he arrives.”

 

Rubbing his temples, Sesshomaru sent another servant to make sure that there would be rooms for the unwelcome guests. He shoved his papers to the side, bracing himself. Kagome was going to be furious.

 

Sesshomaru could hear the voice of his ally from down the hallway. Loud, social, and volatile, Merkamou was a polar opposite of Sesshomaru. Only centuries of peace and a united front to the Lord of the East kept these two from tearing each other apart for imagined insults.

 

“Sesshomaru-sama, it is wonderful to see you doing so well!”

 

“Merkamou-sama.”

 

Merkamou dropped to a cushion in front of Sesshomaru's desk. His long red hair was mixed with feathers and his eyes were those of a hawk. He wore flamboyant red silk with his family's crest on the back. Sesshomaru carefully pulled his claws back out of the wood of his desk, trying to remain calm.

 

“How has it been for your lands? Since that hanyou was destroyed we have had more than our fill of minor youkai making trouble.”

 

“Order has been maintained, there has been little violence.”

 

A low chuckle escaped the invader. “Ah, that must be why you have chosen a mate. You have time now. You will need to start raising your heir, and some siblings as well. Tell me about this female. When someone told me you had a ningen I threw them through a wall. Now it seems to be true! I would never have thought that you would do such a thing.”

 

A low, warning growl echoed through the room. “She is a powerful miko.”

 

“There is no way!” echoed a female voice.

 

The two youkai could hear the female yelling from down the hall. Sesshomaru sighed and fought the urge to rub his temples. `Would that miko ever learn to stop yelling?'

 

“Is that her now? Kami, does she have a set of lungs. Lets go meet her.” Merkamou was already moving down the hall before Sesshomaru realized he was serious.

 

`I will not kill this idiot. I will not kill this idiot.' Sesshomaru caught up with him in the hall, already looking into a meeting room where Kagome was yelling.

 

The miko's back was to the door. Her two guards were glaring at Merkamou, but came to attention when they saw Sesshomaru. The Captain was glaring at Kagome as Kumo and the housekeeper sat to the side, going over lists.

 

“I will not have four guards following me around, two is plenty!”

 

“Sure, plenty, then how did you get that hole in your arm? It is just for the week, then you can go back to these two. Come on, miko, reasonable.”

 

“I'm being perfectly reasonable, and I say no! Can I help you?” Kagome whirled around, already knowing that Sesshomaru was there. The second youkai caught her by surprise. Kumo and the housekeeper squeaked and dropped to the floor. The Captain bowed low, recognizing the Lord of the Southern Lands.

 

Kagome took a guess and bowed to the stranger. `Oh, fabulous. So much for the lady act.' The miko was dressed in a haori and hakama, her hair escaping from its tie. `Merkamou - one. Kagome - zip.'

 

“Well, not at all what I expected. I smell a little fighter here, not a pretty toy.” Merkamou moved into the room, staring at Kagome. The object of his attention straightened, caught between looking down politely and glaring. Her hands were in fists as she fought with her temper.

 

The inu-youkai had his claws dug into his palms, refusing to kill the youkai.

 

Merkamou ducked down, trying to look Kagome in the eye. The miko was losing her temper, a slight shimmer appearing around her. Merkamou was amused. He reached out with a finger to tip her chin up. Before Sesshomaru could rip the offending digit off Kagome's aura flashed and Merkamou was jumping back, holding his hand.

 

The miko had not moved, but now she looked him in the eye and gave him a feral smile. “My lord, might I suggest you ask for permission before you attempt something of that nature again?”

 

Her victim examined his finger, then roared with laughter. “Oh, I like this one. Are you sure you can handle her? I would love to see her in action.”

 

“Perhaps another time, my lord. If neither of you needs me, then I have things that need my attention. My lord?” Kagome looked to Sesshomaru, who looked perfectly calm, despite the blood running down his hand. He gave her a small nod.

 

The miko bowed to the two youkai, then swept out, followed by the Captain, servants, and guards.

 

“Sesshomaru-sama, I have been pleasantly surprised. I should have known you would find a powerful female. Perhaps I could watch her tomorrow, a little demonstration perhaps? Some friendly sparring?”

 

`This idiot wants to fight my mate while I watch. He has no sense.' “Perhaps, but no sparring. It would not be wise.”

 

“Oh, very well. As long as I'm here we should go over some of the old treaties and get some work done. I'm sure I'll get plenty of chances to watch your female.”

 

`Will not kill him.' Sesshomaru led the way back to his office, his mantra running through his head.

 

*~*~*~*

 

“Well, Kagome-sama, you were able to do most of the things we talked about.” Kumo was laying out clothing for dinner, convinced that she could make up for the first meeting between her lady and the Southern Lord.

 

“True. I didn't run and I didn't swear. I didn't really hit him, physically anyways. And he started it.”

 

Kumo plunked Kagome down on a cushion, starting on her hair. The Captain was nervously standing by the door. He did not want to be in the lady's bedchamber, especially while she was having her hair done, but the lady had insisted on finishing the conversation somewhere far away from Merkamou.

 

“Captain, is he always that impulsive? I thought for sure Sesshomaru was going to rip his arm off.”

 

“Hai, that one always acts before he thinks. He is powerful, and makes a loyal ally, so Sesshomaru-sama tolerates his presence.”

 

“I'm starting to think that four guards may not be a bad idea. But pick smart ones, because if I'm tripping over them I'm going to send them back to you.”

 

“Understood, my lady. Is there anything else?” The Captain was already edging out the door.

 

Kagome turned her head to flash a smile. “Nope, I'm all done now. Thanks for coming down here, I didn't want to deal with trouble maker anymore.”

 

Kumo grumbled under her breath and turned Kagome so she was facing front again.

 

“Of course, my lady.” Bowing, the Captain let himself out.

 

“Kagome-sama, stay still so I can get this done. You can still show that you are a lady worthy of this position.”

 

“I don't know, Kumo. I think it was better that he met me like that. He certainly does not think of me as a pretty little thing with no thoughts in her head. He sees me as something, different. And noisier.”

 

“Now you must show him your other side, Kagome-sama. You need both.”

 

“I will never understand why the ability to wear your hair nicely and wear fancy clothes counts as a skill. Even though I think I did a good job on my talking. That was a pretty good line, even if I do say so myself.”

 

“Hai, Kagome-sama, you did very well. And tomorrow I'm sure he will want to watch your practice and see you as a warrior. But tonight you will be a lady.” Kumo was carefully pulling Kagome's hair back, turning it into loops and twists held in place with beautiful combs.

 

“Kumo, why do I feel like you will make me into a lady whether I want to or not?”

 

“You may be right in that, Kagome-sama, but it is only with the best of intentions.” Kumo slid another comb into Kagome's shining hair. “I must take care of Rin next. She is also going to be at dinner and must look the part of the lord's ward.”

 

“Oh, good luck with that one.”

 

“Arigato, Kagome-sama, I believe I will need it.”