InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Someone To Watch Over Me ❯ Comforts ( Chapter 15 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
*Chapter 15*
-=-=-=-Comforts-=-=-=-
****Lemon warning. There is no clean version of this chapter****
She shook her head again. Why didn't he understand her worries? They were his friends, too, and he was far more versed in things of a spiritual nature than she was. Sango looked out the open window into the night that seemed to be beckoning her closer. Miroku sat next to her, so close to her that all she had to do was lean a little and she could rest her head on his shoulder - if that was something she wanted to do, that was. Turning her brown eyes back to his violet gaze, she tried once more to make him understand.
“Miroku, if this dark sor-“
Her words stopped her brain unable to fully grasp what had just happened as her eyes fell closed and her hands gripped his shoulders. He had only meant to quell her worry, to silence her fearful babbling, but the moment his lips touched hers all time seemed to stop. Moving his mouth over hers, hearing her whimper, feeling her tug him closer and push him away not knowing what she wanted was his undoing. His right hand, encased in cloth and sacred beads, rose to her face. His long fingers combed into her hair behind her ear, tilting down and massaging the scalp at the base of her neck as he pulled her closer.
Sango's hands moved from his shoulders down his chest to fist in the robes he wore. She wanted him closer, needed him desperately. Her lips opened against his as she gasped, taking in a shuddering breath only to whimper when the monk took full advantage, slipping his tongue into her mouth to explore the confines of her hot cavern. A choked guttural moan sounded from low in her throat when he dragged her into his lap, her kimono kept her from straddling his hips as she wanted to, her legs draped over the side of his leg instead.
Miroku tugged her closer, crushing her against his chest as he tipped his head, deepening the kiss further. His right hand, still cupping the back of her head held her as he leaned over her and began to lay her back. She was so responsive, so hungry for his kiss and he knew that it would be his undoing. He felt her hands release the cloth of his robes only to slide up his chest and comb into his hair, dislodging the leather band that kept his hair tied back. His hair fell loose around his face as he laid her back against the futon they'd been sitting on. She called out his name, clawed at his robes, nearly sobbed when he pulled away just enough to look down into her passion fevered face.
He wasn't stopping. He couldn't be stopping. Staring up into his eyes, almost black with the intensity of the feelings she could see brewing in their depths, she pulled him back down to her offering up her mouth to him in a kiss that seared her soul. She felt his hands worrying the knot of her obi and she wished she had her dagger still tucked inside it only so that she could cut the cloth away. She felt his chest vibrate, heard the deep sensual chuckle at her show of impatience when she ripped the sash of cloth away only seconds after he had tugged the knot loose.
He parted the folds of her kimono, his mouth moving away from hers only to trail scorching open mouthed kisses down her cheek and over her jaw, nipping at her chin. She tossed her head back, cried out and thrust herself at him when his hand slid up her side to cup her breast through the binder she wore around them. His mouth closed over the pulse of her throat and Sango whimpered at the tug on her skin, the brush of his teeth against her and the feel of his tongue smoothing against her flesh. Her hands moved, tugged at his clothing again and before she could rend the cloth under the strength of her impatient need, he sat back from her, resting his bottom on his heels as he swiftly undid the knots of his clothing and tossed cloth aside, baring himself - save his loin cloth - to her eyes.
“Need…you,” Sango panted her voice thick and drowsy with lust.
Sitting between her legs as he was, Miroku couldn't help but stare down at her. Her skin, soft and supple over hardened muscles begged for his touch and he reached out. Running the tips of his fingers over the hollows of her stomach, the soft skin pale and silken to the touch rippling under his exploration as goose bumps erupted on her flesh. Her knees fell to the sides, her legs opening wider as she invited him closer and he was powerless to resist her wordless call. Moving slowly, kneeling over her, he flattened his palm against her stomach, feeling the heat of her skin through the cloth and beads covering his hand. Bending close enough that she could feel his warm breath puff against her skin, his mouth closed over the skin of her flat stomach and she cried out. The touch of his tongue and teeth, the feel of his lips moving up, over her abdomen, scraping against her ribs so focused on the trail of fire he was creating with his kisses, she didn't notice when his hands slipped beneath the sides of her breast binder and slid it up and off of her.
Her hands fisted painfully in his hair, pulling him closer and holding him to her. He didn't think about it as he grasped her hands in his and held them together at the wrists in one hand, pinning her arms above his head as he continued his exploration. Wetness pooled between legs, a feeling of almost pain tightening her stomach, twisting deep inside of her and even as she wondered if she were dying, she wanted more. Her head arched back, baring her throat and she cried out when his teeth scraped along the underside of her full breast, her nipple pebbling painfully and she sobbed when his hot mouth closed over her.
Honey and wildflowers, he thought as he swirled his tongue around the taught flesh of her nipple. Sucking her flesh between his teeth and rolling her nipple between his teeth and tongue, he listened to her half sobs, her whimpers and moans as she sang her pleasure for him. His hand holding her wrists opened, his blunt nails scraping against the skin of her arm as he dragged his hand down slowly to cup her unattended breast. His fingers twisted and tweaked her nipple as she writhed beneath him. It was his turn to be left breathless when she wrapped her leg around his waist to draw him closer and pressed her heat against him, her pink satin panties - a gift from Kagome - and his loin cloth the only barriers left between their bodies.
Her dampness, the blazing heat of her center pressed against his rock hard length and he twitched against the feel of her, his head thrown back as he cried out her name. She had the power to shatter him, to break him and heal him all at once. He clenched his jaw as he fought against the incessant need to rip the cloth away and pound into her with mad abandon. A powerful shiver ran through him, making him shudder above her as he reclaimed his control. He grinned wickedly at her as he pulled away from her, slid down her body, only to lay his hands against the inside of her hips and hold her secret folds open for his perusal.
The sight of him kneeling with his face between her legs was too much and she closed her eyes, jerking when he blew his breath against her center. Her sharp whimper was followed closely by her deep moan when his tongue pressed against her and dragged slowly up her slick folds, damp with her juices and he sucked greedily at the nub of flesh that beckoned him. Her hips lifted off of the futon, her head tossing from side to side as he tortured her with his ministrations, bringing her to the edge, stopping before she could find her release only to start her on the climb again seconds later. His tongue plunged into her depths and Sango arched her back, her hips thrusting against his mouth, her head falling back as she screamed his name.
Neither one heard the shoji door open, nor did they see the miko standing just inside the doorway, her eyes impossibly wide as she stared at them. Having come to investigate the noises she heard on her way back from the bath, she was frozen in place watching Miroku pleasuring Sango, his face buried between her thighs. Arms wrapped around her from behind, carrying her away from the door as another person shut the door quietly.
Miroku's hands caught Sango's, his fingers twining with hers as he moved back up her body and kissed her deeply, the taijiya tasting herself on his lips. She felt his hardness press into her slowly, teasing her with a promise of pleasure as sheathed himself inside of her burning heat. Halfway in he pulled back slightly before thrusting in, burying himself to the hilt inside her and kissing her as he held still inside of her. He caught her hip in his hand, tugging her leg up as he drove deeper into her and felt her nails scrape against his back and shoulders as she cried out and pulled him closer.
His hands moved to her breasts, massaging the pillowing flesh and tugging at her nipples as he thrust into her, creating a rhythm that was languid and deep. She moved, her legs crossing at the ankles behind his back as she met his thrusts, matched his rhythm and begged for more. Her hands moved lower, her nails scraping against the skin of his buttocks almost painfully and he gasped, crying out her name before his careful rhythm broke and he thrust into her, bearing her down against the futon time and again with the power and speed of his ministrations. He felt her walls flutter and clench around him, her voice crying his name over and over again as he felt himself swell and explode within her, her name falling harshly from his lips.
His mouth found the pulse in her neck once more and he nipped her flesh, soothed her skin with his tongue as he came inside her and stroked his hand over her thigh soothingly. Rolling to the side and dragging her with him, he lay on his back, Sango's panting, boneless body lying on top of his. Miroku was still buried inside of her, petting her hair as she lay on his chest. He reached to the side, catching hold of his robes and dragging them over their bodies as Sango fell asleep in his arms.
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“Wow,” Kagome murmured her eyes wide as Inuyasha sat with her on the futon and handed her a bowl of rice.
“Keh! It's about fuckin' time that monk claimed her,” the hanyou snorted.
Sesshoumaru sat next to them with Rin sleeping in his lap. He had been carrying her against his shoulder, her face tucked into the curve of his neck when he and his brother hand come across the miko frozen in place as she stood just outside of Sango and Miroku's room. His brother had to lift the girl in his arms to move her away while he shut the door leaving the mating couple in private. He was thankful the child had been asleep, her curiosity knowing no bounds, and he had no wish to answer the questions she would have had she seen the monk and taijiya mating.
“Well, I guess it explains why Kirara came to join Shippou, Rin and I in the bath,” Kagome giggled and ate her rice slowly.
It had been five days since her last nightmare, five beautiful, glorious days. She was able to eat without her stomach twisting in knots or having to endure the pain of throwing up her food. She was sleeping more, sleeping peacefully, tucked in between Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha as she slept, Rin and Shippou in the middle with her. She was still very thin, but was gaining a bit of her lost weight back. She looked down at the tray in front of her. What was Inuyasha hiding under the overturned bowl?
“Keep your hands away, wench,” he grumbled when she reached out to investigate. “You finish what you've got there and you can have what's under that.”
“But I don't even know what it is!” she protested, letting him pull her back against his chest as she ate.
“Feh. Does it matter? Sweets are sweets, isn't that what you always say?”
Sesshoumaru was hard pressed not to show his amusement, his lips twitching when he saw the excitement on Kagome's face at the mention of sweets. His brother's miko was so much like his Rin. His eyes dropped to the sleeping child and he felt the twinge of loneliness twist his heart again. He would never part with Rin, the human waif that had become his daughter, but as he had joined with his brother to protect Kagome he found himself longing for a mate of his own. Rin stirred in his arms and he looked down at her, her face buried against his stomach.
The child moved, her head turning and her eyes - still blurred with sleep - searched for the one person who had always meant safety to her. Sesshoumaru's snowy hand cupped her cheek, his long fingers combing into her hair as he chaffed the skin over her high cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. Her small hand wrapped around his wrist and he frowned at the tears that filled her eyes. Curling his long arm around her, cradling her as though she were little more than an infant, he brought her high against his chest and tucked her face into the side of his smooth neck as he whispered to her.
“What is wrong, Rin? What makes you sad?” Sesshoumaru asked his voice soothing.
She trembled in his hold and wrapped her arms around his neck, trying not to cry as she wanted to. Rin wanted to tell Sesshoumaru what had happened, what was bothering her, but couldn't. She had learned the hard way to do as she was told and not question any instruction that was given to her. If only her family hadn't had to die for her to learn that lesson…
Suki-sama was inuyoukai just like Sesshoumaru-sama and was a poison bearing youkai as well. When Hana-san, her best friend and favorite caregiver at Sesshoumaru's castle, had been nearly killed protecting her Suki-sama had taken no time at all in telling Rin that it had been her fault. Suki had never once hidden her disdain for the human child, and the few times that Rin had been left with Suki for instruction, the girl had been told over and over again how much her presence dishonored the great taiyoukai and brought shame upon the Western Lands.
Rin closed her eyes, pressing her face tightly against Sesshoumaru's neck as the first few tears slipped out between her lashes to dampen his skin. Squeezing her eyes closed as the memories assailed her, she felt Sesshoumaru's arms tighten around her and she clutched the silk of his haori tighter in her small hand.
Rin awoke slowly, stretching her arms above her head. She had snuck into Sesshoumaru's chambers after waking twice from nightmares only to find that he was absent from the room. Curling deep in the blankets that covered his futon, she had hugged his pillow and waited for his return only to wake up alone. She didn't know where he was, but wasn't concerned too much yet. She knew that he didn't always sleep, sometimes going for two or three days without sleeping when they came home to the castle. Carefully straightening the blankets and setting the pillow back into its place, she giggled and skipped from the room.
She headed down the hall intending to go into Sesshoumaru's study, figuring that she would find him bent over his desk studying scrolls and papers while talking with Kanaye-sama as he usually was. Rin clapped her hands and smiled brightly when she saw Kanaye walking down the hall toward her. Calling his name, she ran up to him and giggled when the kitsune reached down and ruffled her hair.
“Good morning, Kanaye-sama!” she cheered and laughed when he swung her up to sit on his hip as he walked down the hall with her.
“Hello, Little One,” he said and tweaked the tip of her nose with a smile. “Sesshoumaru-sama had to leave the castle late last night and Hana is sleeping today.”
“Is Hana-sama all right?” Rin asked with a frown.
“She just needs sleep is all. You, however, have been summoned to the bathing chamber.” Leaning down, he set Rin on her feet laughing at her pout. “Now, Rin, you have always liked your baths, at least that's what Hana has told me.”
“Rin likes her baths with Hana, because Hana is gentle. And we play.”
Kanaye knelt before her, taking her hands into his and looking at her seriously. “Rin, is someone not gentle with you? Does someone hurt you?”
Her eyes widened and Rin shook her head while trying not to make it obvious that she was looking around them. “Rin is fine,” she said, hating that her voice shook slightly.
He wasn't satisfied with her answer and she knew it, but her friend and Sesshoumaru's most trusted general sighed and brought her close for a tight hug. “You will tell me if anyone hurts you,” he said, his words clearly an order and not a request. Leaning away, he cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “It is not just Sesshoumaru-sama that you are precious to, Rin. Come to me at once if you feel unsafe and Sesshoumaru is not here.”
Rin nodded before turning around and walking through the doors of the bathing chamber. Closing the door and turning around to face the spring, Rin stopped cold. She felt frozen in place, her eyes wide and legs leaden as she stared at Suki, the female poison-bearing inuyoukai standing impatiently beside the spring. Her voice was cold, harsh and impatient as she called to Rin, demanding the child come to her and disrobe for her bath. When Rin didn't move, she snapped her poison whip at the child's bare feet, Rin yipping in surprise and moving quickly lest she draw more of Suki's ire.
Rin still wasn't quick enough for the inuyoukai's liking Suki demanded Rin's absolute silence as she dragged her to the edge of the spring, removing the child's clothes almost violently. Scratching her claws purposefully against the child's skin, delighting in the sight of the raised red lines across the girl's back, Suki growled low, dangerously and let her poison enter the claw of her index finger as she cut the child's skin below her left shoulder. Watching as her poison mixed with the blood pouring from the wound, Suki delighted in Rin's whimper of pain and fear, telling her that everything to follow was Rin's own doing for speaking out against her.
Rin gasped, cried out of help when she was forced down under the water, struggling and fighting against the hand that grasped the top of her head holding her under the water. She heard the squeaking sound of Jakken's voice, felt the grip on her head loosen its hold as she was pulled from the water seconds before darkness engulfed her.
Pulled from her memories by the sound of Sesshoumaru's voice, Rin opened her eyes to find herself held away from his body just enough to allow their eyes to meet. He had been speaking to her, but she hadn't heard his words and she felt the dampness on her cheeks.
“Tell me, Rin. Tell this Sesshoumaru what happened. Who hurt you?” he demanded of her, hating the abject fear in her eyes. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, the golden depths showing no emotion. “The only reason you would not answer my question is if you were told not to. No one is above this Sesshoumaru. You will tell me who has brought harm upon you. Who brought harm upon Hana.”
He watched as Rin's eyes widened, her tears increasing though her sobs held no sound. Slowly, with a trembling voice filled with self recrimination and fear, she told him what had happened, what she could remember of it - that was. A low, furious snarl sounded behind her when she told Sesshoumaru of the bath and how Suki had tried to drown her. The sound startled her and she turned, coming face to face with Inuyasha, the hanyou's ears folded back against his head.
“Your pup will have my protection,” Inuyasha promised his brother, his eyes fierce and his growl changed to one that was soothing and protective when he found the child staring at him. “You're safe with us, pup,” he promised her, his voice gruff, his eyes fierce and the touch of his hand smoothing over her hair infinitely gentle.
Nodding tiredly, Rin looked at Sesshoumaru for just a moment, waiting until he nodded his approval before turning back to Inuyasha and reaching out to him. Looking to his brother before plucking the human child out of the taiyoukai's arms and holding her in his own, Inuyasha held her in his lap. Kagome leaned against his shoulder and tucked the girl's hair behind her ear, offering her a piece of the chocolate bar that Inuyasha had somehow miraculously hidden away from Shippou's sharp nose, she smiled at Rin.
“You know, Rin,” Kagome's voice was soft when she spoke. “When these two promise you their protection,” she motioned with her eyes to Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru, “there's no one in the world that can make them break that promise. No matter how scary someone may seem, they won't let anyone or anything stand in their way of protecting you.”
Rin nodded silently, her eyes drooping and looked up when Inuyasha shifted her, moving her into a cradling hold and tucking her small head into the crook of his elbow. Kagome smiled softly, looking to Inuyasha and then Sesshoumaru when she heard the low soothing growls issuing from them both. Watching as Rin fell into a deep easy slumber, Kagome stood and moved to sit in front of Sesshoumaru. His golden eyes watched her, waiting as she gathered her thoughts before speaking.
“I wanted to thank you,” Kagome said, her cheeks pinking as she alternately looked into his eyes and stared at her hands. “It's been nearly a month now that you've been here with us and I know that these…dreams are not easy on anyone to endure.”
“Miko,” his voice was steady, brooking no argument and demanding her attention. When her eyes met his, he spoke further. “Over a year ago, I promised you my protection and I stand by that. Do not fool yourself into thinking that these dreams are over. You are under attack by a dark sorcerer and these dreams are just the beginning. You are not a burden on anyone and I will not tolerate you thinking otherwise.”
Kagome's eyes watered at his fiercely spoken words, hearing the kind comfort that he - like Inuyasha - his as deeply as he could. Moving before she thought about her actions, Kagome leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, thanking Sesshoumaru again for his continued protection. He was slow to respond and just when she was about to pull back he wrapped his arms around her and held her close for a single moment.
“You will always have the protection of this Sesshoumaru,” he promised her, his voice a whisper.
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He slipped quietly into the hospital through the emergency entrance that the doctor's used when going outside for their breaks. It was dark enough and quiet enough that no one saw him sneak in, no one paid any attention as he walked down the halls. The nurse at the station said nothing, didn't even look up when he read through the guest check in book and found the room he was searching for. He had searched painstakingly for the substance he had tucked away in his coat pocket.
Moving down the darkened hallway, the lights lowered for sleeping hours for the patients, he found the room - 521 - and slipped inside. There was no sound to his steps, nothing to alert the woman sleeping in the chair to his presence and he sneered at her foolishness. Did she really think that she would be able to protect anyone? She was human, not even holding the purifying powers that her daughter held. She remained sleeping as he moved to the boy's side and lifted his hand.
Parting his pinky and ring finger, Shiro pulled the pencil-thin syringe from his pocket; he pulled the plastic needle cover off and picked up the boy's hand. The child didn't even stir when he stuck the needle between Souta's fingers and pushed down the plunger slowly. The child was weak enough from his own foolishness that the rattlesnake youkai poison he had injected would take no time at all to take effect. The human's would certainly have anti venom for a standard rattlesnake - the animal, but there was nothing that would cure a youkai poison in time. The fool humans wouldn't even know what it was.
Capping the needle and putting the syringe back into his coat pocket, Shiro disappeared from the room as though he were nothing more than a shadow on the wall. He needed to gather more strength before attacking Kagome again; her power was as infuriating as it was intoxicating. He wanted to dominate her completely, to break her and absorb her power into himself. Only then could he be free, only then would he have the true power he desired.
The gleam in his eyes was wicked, malignant when he heard the alarms sounding and people rushing down the hall. The sound of Kina's tears, her cries for son and her mate falling on deaf ears as voices of doctors and nurses chased her out of the room. He knew better than to stay behind, knew better than to let himself get caught. The doors of the hospital closed behind him as he disappeared into the night.