InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ You've Had Your Fun ( Chapter 31 )

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

Time flew by and then it was summer. Inuyasha and Kikyo were a real couple again, with her picking out his clothes and forcing him to attend boring parties and him picking out what underwear she wore and making her late for work every morning. He was content. The only problem was Kagome. Now that it was summer and school had let out, she was around all the time, with her stupid boyfriend more often than not. They never spoke unless it was some petty argument over how much she was out, how much she stayed in, the clothes she wore, and even over passing the salt when forced to sit down to a family dinner. Kikyo always took her side, and Inuyasha was left fuming by himself.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the two teens weren’t so obviously insanely happy with each other. Hojo showered her with gifts, some of them pretty weird, like a t-shirt with a giant picture of his face on it, a thirty-pound gummy snake, a jar of sand so that she could make sandcastles at home, and a fucking real live cat which Kagome named Buyo and promptly began to overfeed. His only consolation was that she never gave him anything back, but then the thought occurred to him that they were having sex and that was a more than acceptable gift. From then on, Inuyasha made a point of loudly stomping to Kikyo’s room for sex every night, just to let Kagome know he wasn’t pining away for her, and then silently slinking back into his own room for sleep.

Then came August, and if he wasn’t already stressing out enough from the unbearable heat, Kagome’s sweet sixteen was approaching. She got Kikyo’s permission to have a huge bash at home and she had invited the entire school. She had apparently become quite popular since the whole kidnapping incident. Kikyo had insisted that the two of them should stay and monitor activities in case the kids managed to sneak in alcohol and end up burning the house down. He reluctantly agreed after she explained that some of the kids would probably end up working with or for him in the future and it was best to intimidate them a little now rather than later.

And that was how he wound up in a stuffy house full of sweaty teenagers bumping and grinding to some Miley Cyrus song that made him wish time travel was possible so he could convince her parents to terminate the pregnancy. The song finally ended, only to have its place taken by the eye-roll inducing stylings of Kesha. He verbally excused himself even though no one was paying attention to him and went outside, watching the party through the window.

Kagome was the belle of the ball, and rightly so. Even if it had not been her own party, people still would have congregated around her. She was laughing and dancing and looking so beautiful that his heart ached. The dress was white with lace and ribbons, making her look like a bride. It was long and sleeveless and her bare shoulders begged for sweet kisses. With her dark hair up in a complicated-looking bun and make-up skillfully applied by her hive-mind slave trio, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Everyone wanted to talk to her and only her, but she brushed them off and stuck with her lame boyfriend, who looked as captivated by her as Inuyasha felt.

They sat, stood, and danced together all night, whispering back and forth and giggling and exchanging small kisses. At one point, Inuyasha just couldn’t take it anymore and smashed his flute of Martinelli under his foot, stomping on it until he felt marginally better. He had thought Kikyo would help him forget. He had planned on marking her if she survived the winter. But how could he when, try as he might, all he could think of was Kagome? And she had changed, too. She was acting like a little Kikyo and it made him sick. One Kikyo was fine, but two? No. They were spending a lot of time together, going off on mother-daughter trips to the mall and stuff. At first, he had been amazed at the change in Kikyo and glad that Kagome finally had the chance to experience what a real mother was like. But then, whether subconsciously or not, Kagome became more and more materialistic and haughty, the coldness she tried to imitate ending up coming out like rudeness. It was unbelievable and he just wanted everything to go back to the way it was. Maybe not exactly, since their situation was never ideal, but he wanted his sweet little girl back.

Inuyasha looked back in the window to see Kagome finally getting up from where she had been seated on Hojo’s lap for the past twenty or more minutes. She gave him a very wet-looking kiss and sauntered off, swinging her hips. A path cleared for her, and where it didn’t she just lightly shoved people out of her way. He wouldn’t be surprised if they thanked her for having deigned to touch them. A plan forming in his mind, he checked to see that his wife was still animatedly talking to one of the caterers and slipped back inside.

“Hojo, there you are!” he boomed, sneaking up behind the boy and clapping him on the back. The teen flinched and turned around.

“Oh, M-Mr. Taisho, h-h-how—“

“Good to see you, too,” Inuyasha lied, wondering at the failure of natural selection in front of him. “I was hoping we could have a little man-to-man chat.”

Hojo was surprised and terrified, as he should be, since Inuyasha had never been anything but rude to him. “O-oh, well…”

“Perfect! Right this way.”

Inuyasha led him down the hall, making small talk all the while, and right when Hojo began to relax the littlest bit, he shoved him in a closet and locked the door, wondering if it would be too much to stand there and cackle like an old-timey villain. He didn’t know what purpose a closet with an outside lock served, but he was damned glad he had it. Whistling, he jogged in the direction he had seen Kagome go, up the stairs and to her bathroom. Picking the lock with his claw, he checked if the coast was clear and then hurried inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

“What are you doing?!” Kagome shrieked, looking at him in the mirror. She had obviously been in the middle of fixing her hair. Part of the bun was down and a lock of hair fell past her shoulder. He eyed her hungrily before the rage came back and he glared.

“What am I doing? What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You’re acting like a spoiled brat.”

He shoved her shoulder more roughly than he intended and she fell backwards, grabbing the open shower door but falling into the dry tub anyway, her knees hanging over the side in the most undignified manner. She looked delicious.

“A goddamn spoiled brat,” he said hoarsely.

Leaning over her, he turned the shower on, the cold water blasting her and making her yelp. Inuyasha could see her nipples hardening through the now see-through dress. He turned off the shower, everything suddenly feeling sluggish and dream-like. He yanked down the tight bodice of Kagome’s dress, hearing it rip. He no longer cared about her reaction, he just wanted to taste her. The one loose, wet tendril of black hair snaked its way down her shoulder and chest and curled its way around a nipple. Breathing heavily through his nose, he took the cold, stiff nipple into his mouth, warming it up and playing with it with his tongue, using the lock of hair to tease it, the combined taste and texture driving him wild. Instead of immediately trying to push him off, like he expected, he heard her moan. She placed a hand on the back of his head and grabbed his hair, pulling him up and kissing him. Kagome seemed just as wildly lustful as he was, and he scrambled into the tub. Somehow, she ended up on top of him with both his hands on her breasts, pinching and pulling and rubbing. Grinding into him, her darkened eyes told him that she wanted to go further, and he shredded the dress off of her, nicking her in a few places in the process. She didn’t seem to notice, so he stopped caring and let her take his cock out of his pants and lower herself onto him. She bounced on him, her breasts doing the same, and he thrust up as best he could, one hand holding the side of the tub so as not to slip around and the other squeezing Kagome’s plump ass. Her breasts and bottom had become a bit larger in the time they’d been apart, her torso longer and stomach smaller, more toned. She had lost that bit of adorable plumpness and now looked completely like a woman. His perusal of her was interrupted by her orgasm and then again by his.

Kagome collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard and fast, not separating from him. “You ruined my dress,” she gasped.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he said with a small smile, feeling confident enough to kiss her on the lips. “You… You wanted to do this, right, Kagome?”

She laughed and lightly slapped his arm. “Inuyasha, I came so hard my stomach hurts. And I was the one riding you, or did you forget already?”

He laughed and lay there, playing with her wet hair, completely sated for the first time in months.

“Inuyasha,” she whispered after a few minutes, “I want you back.”

His hand stilled, as did his heart. That had been all he wanted to hear for months. But what about Kikyo? He couldn’t just abandon her after everything. Sex meant certain things in a marriage. It was a physical promise that she was the only one. And she had been, for a while, anyway.

“Do… Do you not want me?” she asked quaveringly.

“No, I do,” he reassured her quickly. “I just feel so fucking easy.”

She laughed in relief and kissed his chin. “I love you, Inuyasha. Forever.”

“I love you, too.”

Kagome kissed a line down his throat and then to his chest, her tongue darting out and flicking his nipples the way she had made him like.

“Round two already? What, your boyfriend can’t satisfy you?” he joked, still jealous but feeling triumphant.

She stopped her ministrations and turned her face up to look at him, all serious. “Inuyasha, Hojo and I haven’t done anything but kiss. The furthest we ever got was that first time when you stopped us.”

His eyes went wide and he choked on his own gasp. This entire time, he had thought that they were physically intimate. That had been one of the main motivations for him being with Kikyo. Now that he thought about it, Kagome had been pretty tight. Of course they hadn’t been together. They only smelled like each other because of those weird gifts and the fact that he was always making her wear his clothes. It brought a smile to his face.

“You don’t know how happy I am to hear that,” he said truthfully, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing gently.

Earnestly, she looked into his eyes. “You were just pretending too, right? You and Mother never did that, right?”

She looked so worried and hopeful that he just kissed her and said, “No, Kagome, you’re the only one for me. My greatest love.”

At least that last part was true.

Her smile was so big and sunny that his guilt faded. She began to kiss his chest again, rubbing her lower anatomy against his.

“I want thing to be the way they were,” she said in between kisses and licks. “But I think we were too obvious. We would have been caught. I’m going to keep Hojo around as cover. Plus, Mother likes him.”

Inuyasha scowled. He had hoped that idiot was out of their lives for good. “Do we have to? We could just be more careful.”

“We’re going to be more careful and have cover. You keep up appearances with Mother and I’ll do the same with Hojo. They’re happy and we’re happy.”

He stroked her cheek, wondering if she was really clever or really devious. “I won’t be truly happy until we completely belong to each other. Will you still be my mate?”

“If you want me to be.”

“I do,” he assured her, punctuating it with a kiss. “I just want to know. Why?”

Kagome immediately burrowed her face into his chest to avoid making eye contact with him, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He could feel her eyelashes flutter against his skin and her tears ran down his ribs and into the tub.

“I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t tell you. It hurt too, too much.”

His arms tightened around her. “What did they do to you?”

After a deep shuddering breath, she said, “They told me about you.”

He froze. Did she know what he knew?

“They showed me pictures and even a few paintings,” she continued in a mournful tone. “There were so many women, Inuyasha. And all of them… they were all pretty like Mother.”

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

“They showed me all these women you had been with. All the ones they knew about. They said it was only a fraction of the true amount.”

Inuyasha felt the blood drain from his face. Who knew that much about his past relationships and why would they be cruel enough to show Kagome?

“So many of them. And then they took me out and showed me their graves, the local ones, anyway. Just those would have been enough to fill their own cemetery. And the dates! I know how old you are, but it never hit me until I saw the dates. One-hundred, two-hundred, even three-hundred years old.” She began to cry again, and he wasn’t sure how to comfort her so he did nothing. “And they brought in these women to talk to me. They were all little old ladies, some in wheelchairs and walkers, and they told me about how bad you are. How you seduced them when they were young and then threw them away like nothing. How you had a group of men threaten them if they said anything about your relationships to anyone. And then they showed me pictures from when they were young and they were all like Mother,” she sobbed, quickly becoming hysterical.

He wished he could kill those bastards again. It was true that he had a type. Once he found something he liked, he stuck with it. It was just the way he was. He liked tall, leggy, brunette human women who were around his apparent age. Although Kagome looked considerably like Kikyo, the archetype of his kind of woman, she did not possess the body type he had always preferred and she was about five years younger than his usual choices. Kagome was the only one who didn’t fit the mould.

She sniffed and continued, calming herself. “And you were married before, Inuyasha. How could you not have told me? So many times.”

Now he was impressed with the Band of Seven. It must have taken a lot of money and time and research to come up with that information. It was true, he had been married a total of thirty-one times, all over a century ago, before proper records were kept. Sometimes, that had been the only way to get a girl he had had his eye on, and he had been far more callous and unscrupulous in his younger days. Always, he left them after the first night or two. Inuyasha hadn’t thought about any of them in years, and now he felt a shadow of guilt rise up in him and he apologized to their spirits. It was very likely that he had ruined their lives. With no virginity to offer a man and a reputation for having been tricked, what would they have done? Spent the rest of their lives alone, starved, become whores. There weren’t so many options back then. He felt like crying with Kagome, even though their faces all blended together and he would have been fine had this girl in his arms remained unaware of his past.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think back then.”

“They told me about my father, too.”

He stilled. This was it. Recalling their position, he realized that if she knew, then that meant she was just like him. She didn’t care what anyone else said. Love was enough. “Are… Are you mad?” he asked, hesitant.

Kagome sighed. “No. I hate him, but I’m not mad. Onigumo was the one who ordered the entire thing. He knows about us and said I had to suffer and be punished before I could really be his daughter.”

“Onigumo?!” No, anyone but Onigumo. Even him before Onigumo. Inuyasha knew it was sick, but he was angry at Onigumo for being Kagome’s father instead of him. If he was, anyway.  Inuyasha still had a chance. He had seen pictures of the man, and Kagome didn’t look a thing like him. Kagome looked almost only like Kikyo, but he felt there was a vague resemblance between his human half and her. Having Kagome as all his had made him feel unbelievably complete. Losing that extra connection with her would be a blow to his inner warmth, his soul.

“Yeah, he and Mother were together for a long time before she left him. Why did she leave him because he was like you and then just went ahead and married you?” she asked curiously, not expecting an answer. Laying a cheek down on his chest, she continued. “They told me how you were just using me and that you’d treat me like all the others soon enough. That hurt me so badly that I thought I’d die. I wanted to die.”

“I’m never going to let you go, Kagome,” he said passionately, raising his voice. “I promised you’d be my mate and I meant it. I mean it.”

“I tried to hate you all this time, but it just didn’t stick. So when you came in here, I decided that even if it’s all true, I can’t not love you. Even,” she took a shaky breath, “even if you will throw me away, I will continue to love you.”

Inuyasha was both touched by her devotion in what she believed to be a temporary fling and angered by her lack of faith in him.

“You’re not like the others,” he said firmly, grasping her hand for emphasis. “I know I’ve been a bad guy, but I’ll only be good to you.”

“Why?” she scream-whispered. “Why am I different?”

He paused. He had felt how different she was to him immediately, how right she was. He knew now that though he could not smell her blood that came from him, he could feel it. It had made them feel close to each other and they had misinterpreted that family bond for something else, love, which was now true. But he couldn’t tell her that. So he only told her part of the truth.

“Because we’re soul mates. I’m it for you and you’re it for me.”

She scooted up and they kissed again, slow and sweet. Kagome hummed and broke away from him.

“How am I going to go back out to my party without clothes?”

Inuyasha hadn’t thought of that. “Lock the door and I’ll go to your room and grab another dress. I’ll knock twice, pause, and then one time when I come back,” he said, disentangling from her and hopping out of the tub.

Hand on the door knob, he glanced back at her, taking in her still wet hair and glowing skin glistening with cool sweat, wearing only that smile of pure joy he had not seen on her in so long. He knew his own grin was much the same. Blowing her a kiss like the lovesick idiot he was, he slipped out the door and made his way toward her room. His ears picked out the sound of Hojo yelling for help from that closet, something no one else could hear over the pounding music that never ceased. In Kagome’s room, he rifled through her clothes until he came upon the yellow sundress she had worn on what he now considered their first date.

“So here’s where you got to. What are you doing with that? Where’s Kagome?” Kikyo asked distractedly, glancing at the dress he held in his hand.

“Uh, she spilled some Martinelli on her dress and was too embarrassed to come up here herself so she asked me.”

Kikyo shook her head. “And that dress was so expensive, too. I knew she wasn’t ready for such nice things,” she mumbled. “I can give that to her, you go back downstairs and watch those children. They’re doing body shots with Capri Sun.”

“Er, that’s okay. I think she’d be even more embarrassed if she knew you knew.”

“I’m her Mother, that’s ridiculous.” A crash came from downstairs and Kikyo turned around in panic. “But alright, I guess it is her birthday after all. You give it to her and make sure she knows to be more careful with her clothing.”

Relieved, he waited until she hurried down the stairs and then went back to the bathroom, quickly performing the agreed upon knock. Kagome opened the door and he decided not to tell her about Kikyo seeing him with the dress since it was the first time she had ever let him have her while her mother was in the house, and he certainly wanted to do that again. He helped her put on the dress, stroking her bare skin until she giggled and told him to stop. When she was done, they kissed, and she pulled away just as he was about to suggest they go for another round.

“We’ll be careful this time, Kagome,” he promised, referring to their relationship. “Really careful. This is going to work no matter what.”

“I know,” she smiled at him. “You come first in my life from now on and forever.”

He nodded happily. “Same here. Alright, so I’ll go out first and you wait a few minutes and then follow.”

Immediately upon leaving the bathroom, he went right to the closet where he had placed Hojo, hoping no one had freed him. Opening the door, he grabbed the frightened boy by the collar and threw him against the wall.

“If I ever see you touching Kagome again, I will rip your fucking face off. There’s your man-to-man talk, now get the fuck back to the party.”

The poor boy stumbled away, tears on his face. Inuyasha laughed quietly to himself and followed, going directly to his wife’s side and glaring at the teenagers in order to keep them in line. He spent the rest of the party pretending to listen to Kikyo while staring at Kagome, who was sitting next to a catatonic Hojo and blushing whenever she glanced his way. When it was all over, they left the staff to clean up and went upstairs, Kagome to her own room with an inviting glance at him. Inuyasha made plans to follow later and turned to go to his room when he felt a pair of thin arms wrap around his middle.

“Mmmm, those kids were so annoying. I can’t believe I really used to be that age.”

“Mmmhmm. Anyway, uh, I’m feeling pretty beat so I think I’m just gonna head to bed. See you tomorrow,” he said in a rush, pulling away from Kikyo and giving her a lame salute as he walked to his room.

Kikyo’s disappointment showed on her face and he felt bad, remembering that she had broken it off with Suikotsu in order to be with him. But he couldn’t live a lie, especially when the woman he loved was just down the hall, waiting for him to sneak into her window and torture her with his lips and tongue and hands and other parts until the sun came up. He smirked to himself. Their reunion would be one to remember.