InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Owl ❯ Feeding ( Chapter 1 )

 

Chapter One: Feeding

 

Inuyasha sighed exhaustedly as he unlocked his condo late Saturday evening. He'd been hanging out with his friends for most of the night and he was looking forward to having a nice hot shower and a good night's sleep.

 

He tossed his keys on the end table near the door and hung his coat on the hook right next to it. He took his shoes off, throwing them under his coat, and then went into the kitchen for some beer.

 

He gulped it while leaning against the front of the refrigerator. He groaned at the headache he was sporting, putting an arm over his face, "Man, oh man."

 

Though his condo was large and had many things to entertain himself with: books, music, television, a computer; he usually was by himself when he was at home, unless Sango and Miroku dropped by for a visit. Despite the fact that he kept to himself most of the time, Inuyasha did not like to be alone. Every evening when he came home, he felt miserable and tired and lonely. He felt it was hopeless to try and talk with people, let alone women. He was so awkward around others: he stuttered, made very little sense, and couldn't look them in the eye.

 

He slid himself down the refrigerator and sat on the kitchen floor. He rested his arm holding the beer bottle on his knee, his other hand fisted in his hair. He sighed again and a lump of self pity rose in his throat. He disgusted himself when he was like this. This wasn't who he was; he used to be different. He used to be an Inuyasha that everyone was happy to see whenever he entered a room, an Inuyasha that never tired of being cheerful around others. He'd changed when his heart had been broken by someone he loved.

 

It was a simple tale of man sees woman, man thinks he's in love with woman, woman decides to give man a try, man spoils woman, and woman stabs man in the back.

 

Her name was Kikyo. They'd dated for a little over nine months when, on the night Inuyasha was going to propose to her, she confessed to have been having an affair and was pregnant with the other man's child.

 

Inuyasha had given up on love at that point. He guessed there was no one out there for him to share his life with.

 

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The night air ran through Kagome's black tresses as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop, following that delicious scent that had filled her head ever since she'd returned to Tokyo. She hadn't been here for nearly a century and was glad she was finally home.

 

She'd gotten off the plane feeling wonderful; the six hour flight from Los Angeles didn't bother her at all. But as soon as she'd taken a big deep breath while they landed, the wonderful, mysterious scent hit her nostrils.

 

She hadn't fed in a little while; it had been a few weeks. The last man she drank from tasted like pure alcohol and his blood burned her throat. So when she smelled this new, irresistible scent of blood, the temptation was just too great. The scent made her feel pure bliss, made her feel light and beautiful. No man's scent has ever done this to her, made her feel this way. She longed to see the male specimen. All the while she ran, she pictured what he looked like.

 

As she reached the source, she began to slow so that she could savor the taste of the smell. She let it into her mouth, the deliciousness touching her tongue.

 

She moaned; it tasted better than it smelled. It was musky, full of natural fragrances: he smelled of tree bark after a soft rain, of fresh thyme and basil, of mountain air, of oranges, of lemons, of limes, of a creamy scent she didn't recognize, but was very delicious just the same, of dewy grass, and of freshly cut wood (her favorite scent). She continued to taste it for a few more minutes, whimpering as the desire to feel the warmth of his blood in her mouth almost became too much to bear.

 

She landed at a window, his window, and watched him. He was sitting in front of his refrigerator, a fist clenched in his hair and a beer in his other hand. Suddenly, he threw the bottle across the room so that it smashed all over the floor in front of him. Kagome frowned; the man was obviously very upset about something. Had he had a fight with someone?

 

She took a moment to examine him and his surroundings. He was very handsome: he had jet black hair that fell down past his shoulders, he had strong-looking arms (and Kagome could guess that under those black pants he was wearing, he had legs that rivaled the perfection of Michelangelo's David). She could not see his face, for he now had both hands clenched into fists in his hair, so she looked around his home through the window.

 

It was clear why the poor man was so sad.

 

He had a very boring home. Sure, the furniture was nice and it looked very comfortable, but the walls, the colors, the design... everything was so bland. The man needed excitement, thrill, something other than white and grey.

 

The man looked up from his knees and his arms fell away from his face. Kagome gasped. This man... was gorgeous. His face was young and wrinkle free, despite the pained expression on his face. He had intense eyes that were the color of hot sand. Kagome's chest heaved as she panted, tasting his scent even more. She could barely restrain herself now, looking at him. She knew exactly how to cheer him up.

 

Since she reacted so strongly to his scent, there must be a reason why he was here. Or, rather, why she found him. Perhaps he should meet her; and if he was resistant or scared... well, she had ways of dealing with that.

 

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Inuyasha stepped out of the shower and sighed contentedly. A hot shower after a shitty day was always a fabulous cure. It relaxed his muscles and rinsed his body clean of what the past twenty-four hours had put on him.

 

He dried himself off, whistling while he did so, and then he tied a towel around himself. Still whistling softly, he walked out of his bathroom to his bedroom. He shut the door behind him and started to take the towel off in front of the mirror on his dresser.

 

He couldn't move suddenly, well everything below his neck. He tried to look around but couldn't. What had happened? Maybe he twisted his spine funny...?

 

"I know you're confused, darling," a soft, feminine voice stated behind him, "but you won't be very soon. In fact, I believe you'll feel something a lot better than confusion in just a moment." The voice got closer and Inuyasha could see someone in the mirror as they walked closer to him. If he could remember how to breathe, he would have gasped at the sight of this beautiful woman.

 

She had long black hair that looked silky and smooth in the moonlight that spread across the floor of his room, she flipped it behind her shoulder and the action nearly made him faint. Her eyes were a unique shade of brown, with red bursting from the pupil into the iris; her eyes were very catlike, they were wide and they gave off the kind of intensity that a cat would give if it had spotted a mouse.

 

She wore a silk dress the color of honey and heels that looked very uncomfortable to walk in. The dress flowed away from her body as it reached her hips and it stopped just before her calves. It was spaghetti strapped and the whole thing fit her perfectly. Inuyasha thought the white ribbon tied around her waist was a nice touch.

 

But then he started freaking out.

 

"W-Who are you?" he asked, stuttering. He hated the fact that he sounded scared.

 

The woman walked forward until she was directly behind him and touched his shoulder, "There is no need to be scared, darling. I am here for you, and you alone." She suddenly closed her eyes, and a look of absolute pleasure crossed her face. The hand on his shoulder made his whole body feel like it was about to collapse from the heat it made him feel. He wasn't sure if it was coming from him or her. He started to pant when he felt her face on his back and then her tongue. He shivered.

 

She spoke again, "I thought you smelled delicious before, but now... your skin is damp, clean... Mmm... The smell of your heart, the blood..." She sniffed him again from behind, he felt her shiver as well, "Oh, what it does to me... How it makes me feel..."

 

Inuyasha tried to keep his voice normal while asking (again), "Who are you?"

 

The woman suddenly stood up straight, "Oh! How rude of me!" She covered her mouth with her hand, her cheeks coloring, "I am Kagome."

 

To his own surprise, Inuyasha smiled, "Kagome. Pretty name."

 

She gave him a kind smile as well, "Thank you. And I am sure I would think your name was nice if you would be so kind as to tell me it."

 

He cleared his throat, "I'm Inuyasha."

 

Her smile got even more kind, "Inuyasha," she repeated, "a very... strong name. Masculine. I like it."

 

Inuyasha still couldn't move his body, but he doubt he would want to after having a woman like this look at him like that. Then he remembered this woman seemed to come out of the darkness and wondered where she came from, "How did you get in here?"

 

Her smile vanished and a look of innocent surprise replaced it, "Through the window, of course."

 

"Yeah, but how? This condo is on the seventh floor."

 

The smile was back again, "Darling... all will be revealed."

 

And with that, she positioned herself in front of him and kissed his lips softly. Inuyasha, startled, slowly started to kiss her back. Kagome threw her arms around his neck and cradled his head to hers, kissing him fiercely. She moaned into his mouth as her tongue explored him, tasted him. She moved her hands through his hair, running her fingers through his scalp, her palms tangling it as she roughly kissed him. She could feel him tremble in her arms and that pleased her. She had never done this with any of her meals before, so she was glad that he was enjoying himself.

 

Her arms unclasped from his neck as he pulled away. "Wow," he said to her, breathless, "you're... I've never been kissed like that... Wow." She grinned at him.

 

She looked down at his towel and then back up at him, "May I remove the towel? It looks like it will come off soon anyway, what with the... disturbance pushing against it."

 

He looked down at himself and, sure enough, the "disturbance" she was talking about was a rather large tent in the terrycloth. Inuyasha groaned, embarrassed, "Oh, shit. I-I'm sorry, I really - O-Oh! Ahh-haaa!"

 

She'd started to work on him through the towel, "It is supposed to happen, darling," Kagome whispered in to his ear as he panted, "I am so glad that you like this. Perhaps I should take the spell off you, so that you can move...?" When she did, Inuyasha grabbed a hold of her; one hand on her bottom, the other running through her silky hair. Kagome gasped with excitement as the hand on her bottom gripped her there and forced her to move with the rhythm of his hips.

 

"Don't stop," he panted, "please, don't stop. I'll do anything." He threw his head back, his wet, black tresses slapping against his shoulder blades, "Just. Don't. Stop."

 

Kagome continued to do so, faster now with a harder grip ("Oh, YES!" Inuyasha yelled). Kagome loved the feel of his hands on her, his warm skin brushing against her. She wrapped a leg around him, dying to get closer to this incredible man. She whispered into his ear again, this time with urgency and lust, "But darling, I want to feel you inside me. I do not think I can resist you much longer."

 

To Inuyasha, this was the most arousing things he'd ever heard. He removed her hands impatiently, took off his towel and undressed her quickly (but carefully; she thought it was sweet that he cared about her dress). They stared at each other for a moment: Inuyasha panting, eyes wild; and Kagome smiling sweetly, innocently as she twirled a piece of her hair with her fingers.

 

Kagome said, "Get on the bed."

 

Inuyasha didn't remember much after that, but a few things he did remember as the beautiful, polite woman was on top of him: her sweet smell of fresh roses, her catlike eyes, and the pearly white fangs that he only got to see for a second before they sunk deep into his neck.

 

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Inuyasha stared at his ceiling. He'd been doing this for about two hours now, since about four in the morning. Kagome, the vampire woman, was still here, but she wasn't in the bed with him. No, she was making breakfast. Breakfast. There was a vampire in his home making him breakfast.

 

Not that it didn't smell good, it smelled delicious, inviting.

 

He sat up, his right hand rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes as he did so. He wanted to do something normal, something that didn't remind him of the fact that he'd had sex with a vampire last night. He didn't regret it, but it just seemed so weird. Inuyasha decided that brushing his teeth seemed normal enough, so he headed to his bathroom.

 

As he swept the minty substance along his teeth, spat, and rinsed, flashes of what happened last night went through his head: skin, sweat, panting, hot, moaning, whimpers (on her end), fangs, blood, the headboard smacking against the wall, and the rustling of the sheets as they quickly changed positions. He wiped his mouth with a hand towel and walked back into his bedroom.

 

He struggled around for a pair of pants or boxers or something that would cover himself. He was still searching when he felt a hand on his back. He jumped back, a startled gasp escaping him. And then he saw Kagome standing there, in black pants that had creases down the front of them, and a violet shirt that had a dip that went modestly into her cleavage.

 

Her face held concern for a moment and then she smiled slightly, "I am sorry for startling you, darling." She stepped forward to touch his face, another look of worry showed on her face, "I do apologize for my... boldness last night. If I had handled it better, perhaps the pleasure we shared would have seemed less frenzied and wild..." She trailed off, her eyes breaking contact with his. She smiled thoughtfully, "Although... I would be a fool to say that it was not satisfying."

 

Inuyasha blushed, not sure what to say. He looked back at her, and she saw the question in his eyes. He didn't know how to ask it without sounding stupid.

 

Her kind smile was back, with a hint of mischief behind it, "Five."

 

His eyes bugged out of his sockets, "Five? Five times?" He calmed himself, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Wow..."

 

Kagome nodded, her soft giggle made him feel light. "Although," she said again, "I am not including the times you pleasured me without your lower half."

 

Inuyasha tensed and then blushed a darker shade of red. He remembered that part... vividly.

 

She continued to search his eyes, wondering why he was acting this way, "Have you not done this before?"

 

He said, "Which part: the sex part, the fact that this was a one-night stand, or the part where you drank my blood?" It came out a little angrier than he intended it to.

 

Kagome took her had from his face, taking a piece of her hair to play with instead. She looked down at the ground, "All of it, I suppose." Her voice was soft, sad. Inuyasha immediately regretted how he'd said it.

 

He said, trying to make his voice apologetic, "I haven't done any of those things." He sighed, "I'm sorry; that didn't come out right."

 

She nodded, looking up at him, "I have not done this before either." She hesitated, "Well, I have drank blood before. Just the first two you said; no, I have not done them." She laughed good-heartedly and smiled at him, "Have you really not had sex before?"

 

Inuyasha blushed (again) and nodded, "I don't have that much luck with women. That's not to say that sex is something that I have to have in a relationship, I've just never really connected with a woman on that kind of level." He continued to stare at the carpet, "I'm not sure that made sense."

 

Kagome shook her head, "No, I understand what you mean. You are saying that you have never been in a relationship long enough to want to explore that area of it; or you have been in a relationship long enough, you just fear you will disrespect her or that you two have not gotten to know each other that well."

 

Inuyasha still stared at the carpet, "Yeah, it's kind of like that."

 

She stared at him, smiling thoughtfully, "Well I think that is... fascinating."

 

He looked at her, wondering what on earth she meant by that, "Huh?"

 

Kagome genuinely smiled at him this time, her eyes kind and gentle, and she flashed him her sparkly white teeth, "It is extremely rare these days to find a man who thinks that way. I find that very attractive."

 

Inuyasha's face was still flushed, but he was pleased that she didn't make fun of him. If it had been any other woman, he was positive they would have thrown their head back and laughed. But this woman didn't; she was special.

A few moments of silence passed between them. They stared at each other, still smiling. And then Kagome spoke up, "Well, darling. I have breakfast prepared for you. Shall we eat?"

 

He lifted an eyebrow, "'We'? You eat food?"

 

She smiled, "Of course. I also breathe and bleed - occasionally, if I hurt myself by accident - I require sleep, but it does not have to be during the day in a coffin. I am actually claustrophobic. I love walking down a sunny beach in the middle of the day during the summertime. I have been to several different churches and cathedrals and none of the crucifixes have ever burned me or hurt me." Her expression turned thoughtful again, "I have not been stabbed in the heart with a steak, though. But that cannot kill me; nothing can penetrate my skin except for another vampire's claws. I cannot walk up walls - I can jump over them, though. It does not matter how high they are. I can also -"

 

Inuyasha put a finger to her lips, silencing her, "Can I have breakfast before you dump all this on me? I would really like to get to know you, and I have no doubt that you're a vampire: when you sunk your fangs in my neck last night, I felt the pinch of them as they pierced my skin, I felt the way your lips sucked the blood out of me, I heard the noises you made as you tasted me. I... would just rather know all this on a full stomach."

 

He took his finger off her mouth and watched her reaction. She bit her lip and started to twirl her hair around her finger like she had last night, "You really want to get to know me?" Inuyasha nodded. She smiled and bit her lip again, looking down at the floor. She still twirled her hair, "I put the food in the oven to keep it warm... just in case."

 

Inuyasha tilted his head to the side, "In case of what?"

 

She didn't answer for a moment; she just kept twirling her hair. Then she said, "I really like you. I have never felt this way about a man before."

 

Inuyasha smiled, "I really like you, too."

 

She still didn't look at him. When she did look up, though, she had the cat-eyes again. He noticed she was breathing heavily, the mischief back on her face. He suddenly felt that he was full. He didn't think about food at all.

 

"I need to feed again. I do not think I had enough last night." Kagome said, "Get on the bed."

 

"Yes'm," was all he said.

 

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A little more graphic than I wanted it to be. I hope you all like it, though. Please review!

 

Wishing you well,

Oddery