InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Do It Again ( Chapter 22 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The rain had taken Kagome’s scent away with it, eliminating his primary means of finding her. Where was she? Inuyasha knew he should calm down, but he had called her cell a billion times and she hadn’t answered and he was convinced that meant she was kidnapped, by Bankotsu or another one of Onigumo’s henchmen. It was all he could do to take deep, even breaths. He had never had a panic attack before, but he somehow knew he was on the verge of one.

A shuffling alerted him to the presence of another, and before he even saw who it was, he slammed them face-first against the building’s wall. “Where the fuck is Kagome?!” he asked dangerously, his voice low and filled with frantic rage.

The man he had pinned was wearing coveralls identical to those of the janitor he had killed what felt like forever ago. He was short and overweight and carrying a rake which he did not even attempt to use to defend himself. Inuyasha sniffed in disgust. Normally, he would have killed the guy, but he was already pushing his luck and natural selection would probably take care of him sooner or later.

“I-I-I d-don’t know who that is! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just let me go!” the man wailed in fear. Inuyasha raised an eyebrow at the high-pitched voice.

“A girl. Long black hair. Pale skin. Gray eyes. She’s a student.” She sounded so plain when he described her like that. As he had frequently throughout his life, he wished for the gift of words, even though none could do her justice. They couldn’t illustrate the image he had of her in his mind, that time he had kissed her under the tree, the delicate, girlish shock that had only made him want her more. Her scent that was now a part of his life, invading his dreams and every waking thought. The feelings she inspired in him without even doing anything.

“Oh gosh, I think maybe, uh, maybe I saw her a couple hours ago. She was with some brown-haired kid and then they got into a fight and everybody was looking at them and I guess she got embarrassed and left. I’m not sure if that was the girl you’re looking for, though. Just please let me go!”

Inuyasha wasn’t sure whether he was relieved that someone had seen her or even more frantic now that he knew for certain she was gone and they weren’t just playing some crazy game of hide and seek. “Did you see where she went? Can you remember?!”

“Fuck, I can’t remember anything like this!” the man said in his high, strained voice. He was sweating and Inuyasha rolled his eyes and threw him to the ground, the man never once seeing his face. He cursed aloud the entire way back to the car, praying to someone, something, that his gut would lead him to her. That the connection they had through their love and blood would bring her to him. As he sat down in the driver’s seat, he leaned his head back, trying to clear his mind. If he were Kagome, what would he do? Ask a friend for a ride home? Yeah, that seemed reasonable. He hoped the real Kagome was as reasonable as that.

Inuyasha stumbled through his front door minutes later, her scent hitting him immediately and wrapping around him, relaxing him. Once the fear he had stored in every bone was gone, he began to get angry. Just because he was a little (or a lot) late didn’t mean she should have just run off without telling him, making him worry and rush around like a madman, nearly killing another fucking janitor just because she didn’t wait in the fucking library like anybody else would have fucking done. He stomped up the stairs as loud as he could, putting his anger into each step, following her scent to his room.

“Kagome, why the fuck weren’t you—“

The lights were off and there was a lump that could only be Kagome swaddled in blankets on his bed. Something about the scene made him feel a sense of dread and all the anger disappeared in only a moment. He approached the bed, suddenly feeling very small.

“K-Kagome? Angel?”

“Inuyasha?” came a faint voice from the cocoon of blankets. Kagome’s little face burrowed out just barely and he noticed she was paler than ever and soaked through.

“Why are you all wet, baby?” he asked, feeling almost maternal. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge.

“I-it was raining,” she said, her chattering teeth making it difficult for her to elaborate. Now that he was closer he could see that the entire bundle of blankets was shivering with her.

“Did you walk all the way here?” he asked, dumbfounded. They lived ten miles from her high school, the last three or so being on unpaved road.

Kagome covered her face back up with the blankets, more to hide from his interrogation than for warmth.

“Answer me,” he commanded sternly.

“Y-yes. I’m sorry.” Her fingers were visible where they gripped the blankets to herself and he saw that there was a purplish tint to the digits.

“Don’t be sorry, angel. Christ, you’re cold.”

“Then warm m-me.” Throwing the blanket off herself, Inuyasha was able to see her state more clearly. She still wore her soaked skimpy school uniform, and the white shirt was see-through and sticking to her skin in ways that wouldn’t be half bad if the situation were not so serious. She was still shivering and her skin was almost translucent-looking. Kagome placed a small hand on his large, clawed one and he felt just how freezing cold she actually was. “I n-need you to warm me up. Only you.”

“Kagome,” he whispered, feeling sad and scared and strangely helpless. She was just so, so cold. He knew she was going to be sick. Placing a hand on her forehead, he felt her lack of warmth again. “No. you need a hot bath, a change of clothes, some tea, and maybe even more blankets. I’ll hold you until you fall asleep and then I’ll call Myoga for some meds.”

“No, I need you!” she whined childishly. “Are you not touching me because you’re mad?” she whispered, sounding ten years younger.

“I’m not mad at you, I’m just worried,” he explained gently.

“But you were yelling!” she cried, tears beginning to streak down her face.

“I-I-I—“ he stuttered, beginning to panic. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I just want you to be well.”

“Then touch me,” she commanded, grabbing his hand and placing it on her breast. Inuyasha’s palm and fingers squeezed automatically and she moaned, her already stiff nipple hardening even more and poking the flesh somewhere along his lifeline.  “Please? I know what my body needs. I need you to make me better, only you. You’re all I need.” Kagome brought their clasped hands up and kissed each one of his fingers, her cold lips trembling as she did so. “Share your warmth with me, Inuyasha. Burn me.”

Inuyasha could not deny her, not when she was like this, when she begged and needed him this much. And, truth be told, he needed her as well. The shock from not seeing her immediately, the worry and panic and guilt, had worked themselves into a frenzy of feeling inside him and he needed her in order to calm down. He resolved to have this short interlude with her to give them what they both wanted and then he’d care for her. Drawing her into a gentle kiss, he flicked his tongue against her lips to warm them. Her tongue darted out to meet his and he shuddered; even that was cold. His poor girl. Kagome still trembled in his arms, from both cold and exhaustion. He was amazed she wanted him at all.

He broke away from her and pulled off her soaking wet clothes, tossing them to the side where they fell to the floor with a loud splat, and just looked at her. They were both kneeling on the bed across from each other and she seemed to shiver harder the longer he stared. He could see the purple veins beneath her pale skin running all along her delicate body. Removing his own clothes quickly, he embraced her, pressing her to him hard so she could absorb his body heat all the faster. Kagome murmured a protest and tried to push away from him, wanting more than just an intense hug. He shushed her, but she started licking along his jugular with little flicks of her tongue. Now he was trembling as well, and not from the cold. She knew him too well. With quick movements, he rubbed his hands along her arms and legs, trying to use friction to warm her up beyond corpse temperature. Reaching out a hand, she began to touch him as well, much more sensually than he was doing, trailing her fingers along his ribcage and making him shudder. Inuyasha grabbed her hands and rubbed them between his own until they were a light pink. Satisfied that she was recovering, he put his arms around her and kissed his way down her body, lowering her to the bed and straightening her legs out for her.

He played with her already stiff nipples, tweaking and rubbing them, careful not to be too rough. Kneading and caressing, he warmed her breasts with his large hands. Soon she was trembling more from his tender ministrations than any cold she might still feel. Slowly, he lowered himself down to her and licked at a nipple skillfully, keeping a hand on her other breast. He sucked gently and plucked at it with his lips, breathing a hot puff of air on it before switching to the other one and repeating his actions. She squirmed beneath him and mewled like a kitten, her short nails running along his scalp and down through his wild mane of hair.

“Enough, Inuyasha,” she groaned. “I’ve never ached like this. Please just do it now.”

As commanded, he plunged into her and she grunted, a sound he could not remember hearing her make before, then thrust back against him, biting her lip and clawing at his back. Inuyasha was surprised by her wild eagerness and sped up, ravishing her as she seemed to want. Kagome came with a scream, remembering his sensitive ears at the last moment and putting her hands over them. Following her, he emptied himself then pulled out of her, rolling to the side and bringing her with him, placing her head on his chest in what had become their traditional position. Inuyasha pulled the blankets over the both of them, relieved that she was at a normal temperature now and that her hair was nearly dry.

“You really aren’t mad?”

“How could I be mad after that?” he teased.

“Why didn’t you come for me?”

The dreaded question. He had almost forgotten. “I lost track of time,” he sighed. “I called you a ton of times, you know. Fuck, why didn’t you just wait for me?” Some of his earlier anger had returned and he felt like spanking her like he used to do.

“I left my phone at home. I waited and waited but you didn’t show up. I thought you forgot about me,” she whispered. He could feel her eyelashes flutter against his chest and knew she was blinking back tears.

“Don’t be stupid, I could never forget about you,” he said, kissing her still damp hair and vowing to actually start wearing a watch.

“I wouldn’t have left, but Hojo came and started talking to me. He gave me another present and even though I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, I refused it. He asked me out and I told him not to talk to me again, like you said. He got mad and started yelling at me, saying I led him on and used him. Everyone who was still at school was staring at us and I just ran away. I didn’t stop until I was half-way home, and then when I realized, I just kept going.”

He growled. So it was that idiot kid’s fault that Kagome had walked all that way in the rain. That bastard would pay for her every step.

Sensing his mood, Kagome kissed his chest. “Don’t be mad at him, Inuyasha, it’s all true. I used him for free tutoring and to make you jealous.”

He smiled. “Well, it worked. I suppose I should actually thank him. If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have done this until much, much later.”

She giggled and kissed his chest again, eyes sparkling. “Good night, Inuyasha.”

“Aw, come on! It’s only seven. The night is young and so are we. Well, you.” He stroked her hair and she giggled again before clutching the blankets closer to her and burrowing into him. Kagome went to sleep almost immediately and Inuyasha followed, lulled by her scent and the beat of her pure heart.