InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Purity 2: Defiance ❯ Distractions ( Chapter 26 )

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~~Chapter 26~~

~Distractions~

 

Toga stifled a sigh as Sierra dragged a brush through his hair. `Such a baka . . . I can't believe I agreed to do this . . . willingly . . . .'

 

“Take off your shirt.”

 

Toga blinked and opened his mouth to protest before catching the happy little smile on Sierra's face. With a sigh, he clamped his jaw closed and started unbuttoning his shirt.

 

“I feel really stupid,” he grumbled as he shrugged off the shirt and dropped it on the sofa. “Beyond stupid, actually---about half-way to downright ignorant.”

 

“You don't look . . . stupid or ignorant,” Sierra remarked casually as she tossed the brush onto the sofa and retrieved her camera from the coffee table. Taking her time as she adjusted the lens, she held the camera up, pointed at him but didn't snap a picture. “Might need more light, though . . . .”

 

He sighed in response as he crossed his arms over his chest and tried not to look completely self-conscious. “Did I say I think this is a really bad idea?”

 

She nodded as she set the camera down again and wandered over to turn on a lamp. “Yeah, you did. Just remember, it's for charity,” she reminded him as she removed the lampshade.

 

“I'd be happy to make a sizable donation,” he mumbled.

 

“You're going to,” she agreed, “by posing.”

 

For a moment, Toga wondered just how big a fit his mother would throw if she knew. Visions of Kagura coming after him with her fans made him grimace inwardly, and he tried not to consider what Sesshoumaru might do if he found out about this. His foul cousins, the terror twins would have a field day if they knew, and he could only imagine Uncle Yasha and Aunt Gome's reactions . . . .

 

But Sierra . . . .

 

Humming lightly under her breath as she checked her camera again, she seemed pleased with the results as she waved a hand toward the silver satin sheet she'd arranged over a table to drape onto the floor. Toga shot her his version of the sad-puppy-look, hoping one last time to play on her sympathies. Damned if she didn't smile at him for it.

 

“Okay,” Sierra said, waving one hand toward the sheet as her expression clouded over with her concentration. “Why don't you . . . um . . . kneel there?”

 

Toga did, arms still crossed over his chest as he humored her.

 

She frowned. “Come on, Toga, you look like you're going in to arrange your funeral. Spread your knees a little.”

 

Stifling a sigh, he did as she instructed.

 

“Put your arms down, will you? You look like you're being held at gun point.”

 

He complied, his movements stilted.

 

Sierra rolled her eyes at his pose and set the camera aside as she knelt before him. “Come on, Toga . . . relax a little, can't you? There's nothing hot about a man who looks like he's about to be shot at dawn,” she coaxed as she grasped his arms and shook him. “Just . . . try to do something that feels comfortable.”

 

He wrinkled his nose. “That would be putting my shirt back on,” he grumbled.

 

She grinned as she pulled some of his hair over his left shoulder. “You promised, remember?”

 

Her answer was a long suffering sigh as he stuffed his hand into his pocket.

 

She shook her head and quickly kissed his cheek before turning around and scuttling over to her camera without standing up.

 

Toga winced as she leaned forward, one hand on the floor to retrieve her camera off the table. Presented with a very nice view of her backside, of the way her low-rise jeans gapped away from her body, he bit his cheek as the short white tee-shirt rose, revealing a decent amount of her skin as she stretched out her arm. `Knock that off, baka . . . . If she knew what you were thinking, she'd . . . well, she's got other things on her mind, so forget it.'

 

She sat up as she pivoted around on her knees, staring at the camera with a slight frown before she lifted her gaze to meet his again. She stared at him for a breathless moment, bemusement lighting the depths of her eyes as she lowered her camera to the floor.

 

“You going to do this?” he asked, breaking the silence as he reminded himself that she was supposed to be taking his picture.

 

Her cheeks pinked as she jerked the camera off the floor and hid behind it. “You know, Toga . . . you could . . . maybe . . . uh . . . .” Trailing off as she lowered the camera again, she looked like she wanted to suggest something but wasn't sure how to say it.

 

“Out with it, wench,” he growled.

 

Her blush darkened. “Maybe you could . . . undo the top couple buttons?”

 

“Buttons?” he echoed as he glanced down. “What but----oh, no . . . .”

 

“It'd add to the picture,” she argued.

 

“It would not. Putting my shirt back on would be adding to the picture.”

 

“Oh, where's your sense of adventure?”

 

He snorted. “Feh. No.”

 

“Toga---”

 

“No.”

 

“. . . Please?”

 

He narrowed his gaze at her as her lips turned up in an impish smile. “Don't do that.”

 

Impish shifted into wicked. “Pretty please?”

 

“Sierra---”

 

“I'm begging,” she remarked as wicked melted into exultant.

 

He sighed. “I am not doing it. If you want them undone, do it yourself.”

 

Her mouth dropped open in surprise at his challenge as her cheeks reddened even more. Satisfied that he'd won that round with his pride still in-tact, Toga couldn't help his own smile that surfaced---until she set the camera down and scooted toward him again, absolute determination apparent in the set of her jaw, the light in her eyes.

 

“Oi! Wh-what are you doing?”

 

Sierra gently slapped his hands away as he tried to block her. “You said I have to do it myself, right? So I'm doing it myself.”

 

“But---damn it, you weren't supposed to want to do it!” he blurted.

 

Sierra stopped, slowly lifting her gaze to meet his as her eyebrows arched. “Why challenge me then?”

 

His expression contorted into one that his aunt normally deemed `the pout'---an expression that Toga rarely made.

 

Sierra giggled as she pulled open the top two buttons on his jeans. “Okay, Toga. It's all downhill from here, I promise.”

 

Somehow, he didn't agree at all. Sierra's giggle escalated into soft laughter as she picked up her camera and clicked a few shots. “The pout works,” she teased. “Why don't you stretch out on your side?”

 

Toga shot to his feet, buttoning his jeans as he stomped toward the kitchen. “That's enough,” he grumbled. “This Toga is finished.”

 

Sierra laughed softly as she set the camera down and ran after him. “Now, Toga . . . you said you'd let me take a few pictures for me, too, remember?”

 

“That's fine,” he told her. “You said no one else would see them, right?”

 

She nodded. “I promise.”

 

He relented. “Let me get some water,” he agreed. “You want one?”

 

Sierra shook her head and let go of his arm. “Toga?”

 

He dug a bottle out of the refrigerator. “Hmm?”

 

She leaned in the doorway with a slight frown on her face as she stared past him at the darkened window. “Will you remove your concealment for me? I'd rather . . . I'd rather see you as you should be.”

 

He smiled slowly as he opened the bottle of water. “For you? I could do that.”

 

 

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“Just show me.”

 

“Show you what?”

 

“Come on, Toga . . . cooperate.”

 

“I'm letting you take pictures of me, aren't I?”

 

Sierra shook her head. “Why don't you want to?”

 

He shrugged. “I didn't say I don't want to. I don't know what you mean.”

 

“Just hold it like you normally would.”

 

Toga sighed. “I can't.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because I don't normally wear it unless I'm wearing my ceremonial clothes, and I didn't bring those with me.”

 

She grinned. “Then why did you bring Mokomoko-sama?”

 

“Because you like it.”

 

“Toga . . . .”

 

He winced as he leaned on his elbow. “Will you hurry and take the picture?”

 

She reached over and draped the end of his Mokomoko-sama over his hip, unable to hide the smile that toyed with the corners of her lips as the simple pleasure of feeling the silky fur under her fingertips. Toga frowned but didn't move the furry piece except to drag the end of it up under his cheek. The sudden calm in his gaze touched Sierra deep down, and she reached out slowly to touch his hair.

 

A low rumble, almost a growl but much more pleasant issued from him, and she couldn't help the warmth that stuttered to life somewhere between her chest and her navel. A beautiful sensation, a wondrous lethargy as he blinked wrapped around her, cosseted her.

 

“You'd better take that picture,” he murmured huskily.

 

Sierra scooted back and lifted her camera. Staring through the lens, she marveled at the quiet strength that emanated from him. His gaze touched her like a caress, his rumble chasing away the edges of the fear, the hysteria that lingered around her, unshakable, unbreakable.

 

Snapping a few pictures as he slowly sat up, Mokomoko-sama falling to pool around his hips, Sierra tried to concentrate on what she was doing, but when Toga rose up on his hands and knees and crawled toward her, a strange glow alight behind his eyes, Sierra lowered the camera, sat transfixed, unable to look away, unable to move.

 

“I-I-I'm not finished,” she stuttered in a whisper.

 

“You're finished,” he countered as he stalked her.

 

Stomach erupting in a thousand jolts of sensation, of undulating yearning; she leaned back as he overwhelmed her. “Stop looking at me like that.”

 

“Like what?”

 

She gulped. “Like you're going to . . . pounce on me.”

 

“Tempting.”

 

“Toga---”

 

“Hmm?”

 

Leaning over her, his face inches from hers, gaze intent as fire burned bright, Toga refused to back down. Hands shaking, stomach trembling, she couldn't think, couldn't breathe. The vibrant markings on his cheeks combined with the sight of his fangs lent the gentle being she knew an entirely visceral air. Claws scraping softly against the hardwood floor, he leaned in closer, his breath misting her lips as a violent surge of molten sensation shot through her, left her weak.

 

“Sierra.”

 

She blinked in response as her name tumbled from his lips, washed over her with a gruff stroke.

 

“I want to taste you.”

 

“God . . .” she murmured as another detonation of flame engulfed her. His shocking disclosure completely devastated her faculties. The light-headed feeling aroused by insufficient oxygen was secondary to the rush of dulcet heat, the heightened flecks of gold that danced in Toga's gaze.

 

The brush of his lips against hers exacted a soft whimper from her as the capricious shift in her equilibrium upset the balance between ambition and exigency. His arms twined around her, supporting her when her bones incinerated under his command. Hands kneading shoulders, she held onto him, powerless to stop his ungovernable incursion on her senses as his fangs raked over her lips almost brutally but completely welcome.

 

“Tell me . . . if you want me . . . to stop . . .” Toga murmured between kisses.

 

Sierra shook her head, unsure if she was telling him to stop or asking him not to.

 

Toga chuckled as he nudged her head until she let it fall back as he dragged his lips over her throat, licked the fevered skin that quivered under his touch, scraped his fangs against her pulse as she moaned softly, as her hands sank into his hair.

 

The fire bathed his body in tawny hues, in stark shadows and ambient light, as his mouth seared her flesh. Her breathing was rushed, shallow, punctuated by soft sighs, by weak moans. Pushing her back, Toga stretched out alongside her, nuzzling the soft fabric of her tee-shirt. The sultry inflammation amplified a swelling tide of desire. She pitched under him, reveled in his proximity, struggled against the inexplicable frustration brought on by the separation of their bodies.

 

Convergent heat suffused her body, tangled in her mind, a web of need caught her in the silvery strands of a palpable lust. Hidden fantasies and silent desires manifested in the touch of lips, a sigh in the darkness. Toga pushed her shirt up, palms spanning her ribs as the material gathered in soft folds. Skin erupting in a riot of goosebumps, she shivered as he heat of his hands left her abandoned flesh. With every new sensation came an agonizing ache that worsened, a deepening throb that almost hurt.

 

He pulled her up enough to tug the shirt over her head before tossing it over his shoulder. She would have laughed at his actions if he weren't still staring at her in such a voracious manner. His words taunted her, echoing through her mind. `I want to taste you.' She shuddered. In that moment, in that heartbeat, there was no doubt in her head, no misunderstanding. He was a man yet not human, and a wicked passion was building thicker and deeper.

 

Amber eyes boring into hers captivated her as he leaned forward, hooking his finger under the delicate clasp that held her bra closed. It snapped open, and she gasped as it burst, the shock of his actions rivaled by the combustion of the flesh that shook her to her core.

 

The thought of covering herself from his arduous gaze didn't cross her mind. He slowly reached out, dragged a single claw from the waist of her jeans upward, delving into her bellybutton, along the slight hollow that ran up the middle of her stomach. Bolts of lightning seemed to fire off, one by one, as his claw passed over nerve endings, as her flesh heaved under his inspection. “Toga,” she breathed as her eyes closed, unable to watch as he devastated her sanity.

 

Turning his hand, letting his fingers drop against her skin as five streaks of fire blazed through her body, Toga trailed his claws against her skin. Higher and higher, he drew nearer to her breasts but didn't quite touch them before his fingers returned to her waist only to start the ascent all over again. He had to be some sort of devil, some wicked being sent to torment her. She couldn't summon the strength to raise her arms to reach for him, couldn't think, couldn't make a sound as she tried to draw air. When she finally opened her eyes again, she found that he was staring at her so seriously, so reverently that her breath caught all over again, trapped somewhere between her lips and her lungs.

 

He lowered his mouth to hers, a soothing stroke of his lips as his hand closed over her breast. She arched into his palm, dragging her lips away as a strangled cry welled up inside her. He recaptured her lips; the soft sounds that escaped her were muted by his kisses as he leaned over her. If she could be just a little closer maybe she could make sense of the throbbing ache that was driving her crazy . . . .

 

Spiking desire coursed through her as Toga's tongue sought out the recesses of her mouth, as he broke down the last gentle strands of her resistance. She felt him slip his arms under her back, under her knees but didn't think much of it as he lifted her off the floor. Laying her gently on something warm and soft, she smiled as she realized what he'd done. The fur of his Mokomoko-sama surrounded her in a lethargic comfort as she slowly opened her eyes. Watching through the haze of her lust-clouded gaze as Toga carefully unbuttoned her jeans, pushed them down far enough to hook her panties as she lifted her hips to help him. The jeans rode down as he removed the garments, leaving her bare in the firelight, lost in the heat blazing in his stare.

 

Sensation rippled through her, body erupting in tremors as the lure of his gaze captured her, held her spellbound. Dropping to his hands and knees again, he stalked her once more, leaned over her, tangling his fingers with hers as his chest brushed against hers in a riot of perception. Lips merging as an encompassing surge of passion streaked through her, she was lost, reacting on instinct, unable to discern anything except the desire to be with Toga, the need for so much more than kisses, than febrile touches.

 

His mouth burned a path down her throat, along the hollow of her collarbone, torching a route along the vale between the swell of her breasts. With a choked gasp, she tried to say his name. Her mouth and throat were dry; a stark contrast from the balmy heat of Toga's breath, of his kisses on her skin. The violent shock of fangs meeting flesh raged through her as he dragged them along the inflamed rise of her body to drop his mouth over her aching nipple, the comfort of his tongue both soothing and electric as she let go of the last strands of her will, as she gave herself up to sheer sensation.

 

He growled, a sound issuing from his chest, both unnerving yet wholly delightful. The idea that she pleased him was heady, completely disarming. The absolute possessiveness in his actions, in his control thrilled her. Sierra tried to pull her hands away, the desire to touch him precluding all else as he barraged her senses time and again. The demanding tug of his mouth on her breast released as he nuzzled his way to the other one, leaving a trail of conflagrant flesh in his wake.

 

Her body demanded his touch, rose to meet him of its own accord. Time and space gave way to need and the throbbing ache that grew thick and heavy inside her. Voicing her desperation in moans, in broken murmurs, Toga ignored her pleas as he blazed a trail of liquid heat down her stomach, as he scorched her from the inside out with butterfly kisses, the caress of his skin on hers.

 

Letting go of her hands as his fingers coursed along the lines of her silhouette. Sierra sank her fingers into the thick warmth of his Mokomoko-sama. Palms brushing over skin that rippled and twisted, Toga's kisses left her weak, trembling, reeling.

 

Heated breath against flushed skin, a combustion of kindled desire woven together with the balance of emotion. The whispers of her heart were challenged by the absolute need to hold him close, to hold him forever. His hair tickled her thighs, sensation that cut through the fog of her mind. Curious wonder as the tightening knot of pressure soared into a fluid ache, the last of her sanity was ripped from her as a gentle flick, an insistent pressure invaded her. Hips lifting off the ground as she sought to escape the mindless tide of conflicting feelings, her body told her that she wanted this, wanted him even as her mind argued that his torment was going to destroy her.

 

Dissolving into a fractured burn, Sierra forced her eyes open as Toga's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs. He was kneeling between her legs, eyes closed as he tormented her, his tongue dancing against her as the tension inside her swelled even more. Falling back as her world erupted, her cry shattered the silence as the pain that twisted her body unleashed. Vaguely she heard his answering growl as wave after wave of consummate fire tossed her. Time and again he goaded her higher, sent her spiraling into shadows and light, always there when she returned, if only to set her free once more.

 

And suddenly she found herself wrapped in his arms, cradled against his chest as her ragged breathing mingled with his, echoing in her ears. After a few moments to gather what was left of her reason, she craned her neck to stare at him. Amber eyes still lit with unspent emotion, he met her gaze and tried to smile. “Why did you . . . you didn't . . . .”

 

His pained smile shifted into a grimace as he sighed and shook his head. “I told you, Sierra. That's forever . . . unless you want that, too?”

 

Closing her eyes against the guarded hope in his voice, she pulled away from him as tears burned her eyelids, choked her. “Toga . . . .”

 

He pulled Mokomoko-sama over her shoulders, gently tugged her hair out from under it. Clumsily brushing the tears from her cheeks, he uttered a soft whine, a sound she understood. “It's all right, Sierra . . . I didn't mean . . . I wasn't trying . . . .”

 

“You don't understand,” she whispered, trying to stave back her tears. “I want that, more than . . . God, more than anything, but I . . . I can't do that until I know.”

 

He lifted her chin to make her look him in the eye. Shocked by the change in his demeanor, the anger that burned just below his calm façade, the only emotion in his expression was the irate light in his narrowed eyes. “Do you really think that's going to matter? Do you think that I'll leave you if you have it?”

 

“You could find someone else,” she mumbled, ignoring the pain inspired by her own callous words. “You don't need me, and I won't let you stay with me out of pity.”

 

“Pity?” he repeated as he shot to his feet, turned his back on her as he struggled for a calm that he was far from feeling. “You have no idea, do you, Sierra? Once a youkai chooses a mate, there is no going back. Whether you'll have me or not is quite arbitrary because I'm already yours. Do you really take me for a fickle fool? Is that really what you believe?”

 

She shook her head slowly, words caught behind a fresh wash of tears. She wanted to tell him that she didn't believe that, not for a second. Maybe it was better, though, not to say anything at all. He swiped his shirt off the sofa, strode past her to the patio doors. She flinched when he threw them open, watched in silence as he stepped outside, slamming the door closed behind him.

 

`Toga . . . .'

 

The last thing she'd ever wanted to do was to hurt him, and now . . . .

 

Struggling into her clothes once more as tears clouded her vision, she yanked her tee-shirt over her head as she tried to forget the beauty of the moments she'd just shared with him. Crossing her arms over her chest as she stared sadly at the doors, she padded over to look outside, and what she saw wrung a moan from her, even as her hand lifted to silence the mournful sound, even as her eyes begged her to look away.

 

Standing barefoot in the snow on the sloping land, Toga had his head back as the wind ripped over his body, his unbuttoned shirt billowing behind him in the cold. If he felt the temperature, he didn't show it. The vision was unsettling, shredding at her soul as her tears fell. Something sad, melancholy about him, something broken and torn, something she didn't want to understand. `There's something about youkai . . . something he doesn't want to tell you . . . .'

 

Shaking her head to disburse that thought, Sierra reached up, touched the glass doors as Toga lifted his head. She didn't need to see his face. It was enough to feel the poignant reverberations that reached her where she stood. Silhouetted in the light of the full moon, his hair tinged with the night's blue tint, she understood what he had been trying to say. Even if she did carry the gene, even if she sent him away, he was the only one she'd ever love.

 

`He would find another,' she assured herself. `He'd have to . . . .'

 

And if that were true, why did she know in her heart that she was lying to herself?

 

 

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Final Thought from Toga:

…::siiiiiiiiiiigh:: …

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Blanket disclaimer for this fanfic (will apply to this and all other chapters in Defiance): I do not claim any rights to InuYasha or the characters associated with the anime/manga. Those rights belong to Rumiko Takahashi, et al. I do offer my thanks to her for creating such vivid characters for me to terrorize.

 

~Sue~