InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ RavynSkyes's Drabbles ❯ Unrequited ( Chapter 3 )

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By: Ravyn Skye
Title: Unrequited (unoriginal I know)
Author: Plumespixie
Prompt: unrequited
Rating MA
AU/Canon: Canon
Summary: His hatred remained unrequited...
Author's Note: I don't write fics that they don't ahem get together... even if he hates every minute of it. Also, I'm assuming the word count is a MAX and not a requirement? I hope, cuz this is short then.
Word Count: 615

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 735 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or the characters, but c'mon, you knew that!
A/N: originally for MFSanctuary LJ community drabble 'Unrequited' Prompt
Title: Unrequited (unoriginal I know)
Author: Plumespixie
Prompt: unrequited
Rating MA
AU/Canon: Canon
Summary: His hatred remained unrequited...
Author's Note: I don't write fics that they don't ahem get together... even if he hates every minute of it. Also, I'm assuming the word count is a MAX and not a requirement? I hope, cuz this is short then.
Word Count: 615
"I despise you" he growled, even as his mouth crashed to hers again. His fangs drew blood from her tongue.
"I know." She pulled him down again, hands fisted in his hair. She had become used to the taste of her own blood.
"You are human, I hate humans, you are an insignifigant wench." He sliced through her obi, tugged her kimono open and allowed his hands to explore once again the familiar territory. He knew her body better than he knew the western lands.
"I can't hate you." It was an unnecessary admission. She parted the folds of his robes, and ran her blunted fingernails down his back. She couldn't even leave a mark on the skin of the Taiyoukai.
"I should kill you, I can kill you." He seemed to be reassuring himself not of the physical ability, for that was a given.
He tugged his hakama away and ripped the fundoshi from his loins.
"I know, and one night, you will." Strangely, she was reassuring him as well. She felt his errection spring forth, pressing against her opening. She knew he would not take her like this, on her back…
He flipped her on her hands and knees. He prepared his fangs to come to her shoulder, not a mate mark, but simply to hold her in place.
"I hate you, you make this Sesshomaru weak." He growled and entered her swifly, clamping down on the shoulder he had been eyeing.
"I'm sorry." She cried in both pleasure and pain. Tears formed as he pumped his hips, sending them to oblivion. She sobbed and shook… This was why she came back… she told herself this was better than the village, better than the miko, better than being "married" to some human boy…
She needed more… more of his hatred…
"Show me how much you hate me."
Insulting bitch!
He channeled all his anger into powerful thrusting. He would drive her into the ground, destroy her, punish her with his cock.
She continued to sob and shake beneath him, long ago having gone slack and open to whatever he gave. She took it all, willingly.
She could feel his anger as he drove her mercilessly into the dirt, and shoved her face to the ground. He showed no mercy, gave her no quarter.
She screamed and climaxed, spilling her juices, anointing his cock, and dripping down the backs of her own thighs.
"Sesshomaru-sama!" He cry piercing the night sky.
He gripped her hips, his claws drawing blood as he slammed himself into her even more roughly, ruthlessly, driving the weakness from himself, even as he indulged in it.
He was moving so rapidly, the slap of his hips against her ass and thighs became a hum, even as she stuggled to remain conscious. Perhaps, this time, he would kill her…
He snarled as he shot his hot wet come deep inside her quivering cavern. She collapsed beneath him as he pulled out, remaining in the dirt for long moments as he stared down at her.
He finally gathered the broken girl into his lap, holding her firmly against his chest. He held her and tenderly stroked her hair, licking the tears and the dirt from her face. She stared up at him with wide dazed eyes, and he regarded her with his cool, frozen honey ones.
"I love you" she whispered.
"I know." He had always known. That would not change. She knew, and he knew, that one night, he would kill her, and finally be rid of this disgusting human weakness. Tonight was not that night.
His hatred was unrequited, her love was not.
It was the very reason he hated her.