InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ Simple Man ( Chapter 33 )

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

“How do I look?” Kagome asked, giving a small twirl to show off her baby pink dress. The ring Inuyasha had given her was once again present on her finger, but that was little consolation.

“Too eager,” he grumbled, not even glancing at her. It was bad enough knowing she was going to be spending most of the night with her boyfriend. The least she could do was not look so attractive while she was doing it. Would it kill her to wear sweatpants?

“You look like a young lady,” Kikyo said. It was a gentle compliment that simply sounded like a regular observation and served no purpose.

Inuyasha snorted. For some reason he could not comprehend, his wife was involving herself in this. She had explained to him that Kagome’s future was Shikon’s future, but he still didn’t think that Kikyo belonged there, encouraging her daughter like a real mother would.  Kagome beamed at the both of them and grabbed her sweater from where it was flung across the back of a chair, ready to go.

“One moment!” Kikyo exclaimed, gliding over to her shuffling, impatient daughter. “No sweater. You’re in a relationship, Kagome, you have no need to hide. Let him see your shoulders.”

“B-but it’s cold—“

“Would you rather suffer a chill or have him lose interest?” she said mercilessly, one eyebrow raised. She almost sounded like she was actually asking.

The girl’s gray eyes were big and uncertain. “Um, I guess I—“

The doorbell rang, effectively ending all conversation. Inuyasha was at the door before the women could blink, anger and jealousy fueling his steps. He had heard the car and smelled its fumes before Kagome had even come downstairs. Part of him had been hoping the boy would get in an accident along the way, but fate was cruel to him yet again. Practically ripping open the door, Inuyasha glared at the tall, well-built young man he had warned time and time again to stay away from Kagome. This one just didn’t learn.

Hojo coughed and self-consciously rustled the bouquet of flowers he had brought with him. “Uh, may I come in?”

Inuyasha sneered. “No.”

At the same time, Kikyo and Kagome chimed, “Yes!”

He had been overruled. Defeated and certainly not pleased about it, he loudly retreated back to his chair and glared at them with his arms crossed. Whatever, he wouldn’t make this easy for them.

“Have a seat, Hojo,” Kikyo said, extending her arm toward the sofa.

The boy smiled at her and shyly took Kagome’s hand, settling down with a number of alarming noises coming from the leather couch, sitting a mere half-inch away from his girlfriend. Now Inuyasha wished he had sat on the sofa so he could have maneuvered between them.

Kikyo smiled at the two of them and Inuyasha could just see the dollar signs floating in her eyes as she bustled off to the kitchen to make drinks. The kid was wealthy; he knew that because his wife knew that. Kikyo had done her research. An only child, he would inherit the entirety of his family’s fortune upon the death of his father, and his mother was in the middle of transitioning from the regular legal field into politics. Given their family history, it certainly would not be surprising if they were sitting across from the son of the future president of the nation. He glared unabashedly at him and, to his surprise, the boy glared back, defiantly lacing his fingers with Kagome’s.

“Now,” Kikyo said, smoothly sliding a tray of cold drinks on the coffee table, “how did you meet my daughter? Tell me everything. I want to know just what it was about her that captivated you so thoroughly.”

Inuyasha snorted. The merry housewife image she was trying to project grated on his nerves. Sometimes he wondered if she was sick at all. If everything was a lie, it certainly had to be some incredibly elaborate ruse to have fooled both his eyes and his nose.

Hojo glanced at Kagome and slid his arm around her, obviously more comfortable now that he knew he had support. “Well, I saw this scared little girl standing in the hall, clutching a print-out of the school grounds and I just had to help her,” he said with a chuckle, smiling fondly down at the girl who was now beaming up at him. “It turns out she had geometry next and was in my class. I liked her from the start, and when I saw her struggling with the material, I offered to tutor her. She said yes and I gave her a book on brain food. Whatever happened to that, by the way?”

Kagome glanced at Inuyasha, who smirked, and then back at Hojo. “Uh, I think maybe I loaned it to Ayumi. I don’t remember.”

“No worries.”

They were plunged into silence again, everyone awkwardly sipping on their lemonade. Kikyo was staring at Kagome and widening her eyes, telling Kagome without words to start the conversation back up again and be a good little hostess. Tired of everyone concentrating on Hojo, Inuyasha leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and took a loud, slurping drink of his beverage.

“So, Hojo, how many girls did you get with before Kagome?”

His wife looked appalled at his choice of words, as did the boy. Kagome merely smiled prettily while using her eyes to promise him pain.

“Er, well, I never really had a girlfriend before.”

Inuyasha nodded. “That explains a lot.”

He could see the boy begin to sweat and was hard pressed not to openly laugh.

Hojo turned to Kagome and fiercely, desperately grabbed her hands. “K-K-Kagome, if I have ever fallen below your standards before, if I have ever disappointed you, please tell me and I will make it up to you. As long as we are honest with each other, nothing will stand in our way.”

Uh-oh. Kagome’s guilt was like a fifth presence in the room and he suddenly felt like complete shit.

“Oh, Hojo,” she sighed, her eyes glittering. “Don’t worry about anything silly like that. You’re perfect.”

The boy looked like he was going to cry in relief, but he just wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, apparently forgetting her parents were present.

“You’re the perfect one, Kagome! I promise I will never ever make you anything less than happy. If you ever cry, I will consider that a personal failure and I won’t rest until you’re so happy again that you can’t even remember what you were sad about.”

Even Kikyo seemed touched by his words, and Inuyasha himself was suddenly feeling very small and very bad. How could a human boy with the intelligence of a mentally challenged cow make Kagome look at him like that? Like he was some kind of heavenly being? It suddenly occurred to him that that was probably how he himself looked at Kagome and he narrowed his eyes. Was she hiding something from him? Was he the one being duped? His fears became facts in his mind when Hojo gently brushed a few strands of hair away from the corner of Kagome’s mouth and kissed her lips.

She was aroused.

The sound of his claws puncturing the leather chair’s arm rests broke their kiss and both teenagers looked at him, Hojo blushingly and Kagome in a daze. Kikyo appeared to have been studying him for a while, and the frown she wore told him he’d have to explain his way out of this now or answer a lot of awkward questions later.

“Please respect my daughter, my wife, and myself by not ever doing that again.”

“Y-yes, sir, I was wrong. Forgive me, but your comment made me think I was something less than she deserved and I couldn’t help myself.”

Inuyasha suddenly felt his age. This boy, for all his sweetly earnest words, was not good enough for her. He himself wasn’t good enough for her, no matter how he wished it was not so. Now feeling both angry and depressed, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He was done with the interrogation.

“Hojo, please join us for dinner tomorrow evening. If my husband hasn’t scared you off, that is. I know we’d all love to have you.”

Hojo chuckled and nodded his assent. “Certainly, Mrs. Taisho. Well, we have to leave now if we’re to make our reservation. Goodbye, Mrs. Taisho! Er, goodbye Mr. Taisho.”

Kagome murmured her own goodbyes and allowed Hojo to nearly drag her out the door by the hand. He didn’t blame the kid for wanting to run out of there. Kikyo waved at their departing car and Inuyasha wished he had any alcohol at all, even the human kind. It was a special night for the two high school students. How far would Kagome go to keep him? She was obviously fond of the boy, fonder of him than she had led Inuyasha to believe. Her arousal still lingered in his senses and the dark rage returned. Was he a game to her? Did she plan on stringing him along, laughing all the way and then dropping him like she had before? If it was about money, then she was poorly informed, because Inuyasha had more than the Hojo family and he could prove it. He thought about leaving a bank statement from just one of his accounts out to see if she’d suddenly decide that they no longer needed a “cover”. Was she truly just another Kikyo? If she continued down this path, she’d be an even worse version. The empty glass of lemonade he had forgotten he held broke in his hand, splintered by his rage-induced muscle spasm.

His wife rushed over to him, startled and concerned by the sharp noise. Kikyo knelt by his shaking hand, which was already beginning to heal with shards of glass still inside.

“Oh, Inuyasha! Why are you being this way?! I will go and get the tweezers, keep the wound open,” she commanded sternly.

He watched her hurry away and numbly began to slice at his palm with his claws. At least Kikyo was faithful. This time, anyway. Were all the Higurashi women whores? They probably didn’t even have dinner reservations. They were in a hotel room somewhere, and she’d let him do whatever he wanted and then she’d take a shower and come back to him and think everything was going to be alright. He’d make sure he’d sniff her extra carefully this time. He’d confront her.

Kikyo came back with a wad of cotton balls, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a pair of tweezers. Gently, she cradled his palm in hers and quickly, expertly removed the tiny shards of glass. She then quickly doused his hand in the alcohol and blotted away the blood with the cotton balls. He was healed in about thirty seconds.

“Thanks,” he muttered sullenly.

His wife sighed and placed a hand on his knee. “She’s growing up, Inuyasha. You can still be friends, but there’s going to be a distance there. It’s inevitable.”

Inuyasha refused to look at her. Why was she always this understanding and helpful when he needed it most? Maybe she was right. It was wrong of him to hope. But it was even worse that Kagome had made him hope. The dark rage returned.

“You know,” Kikyo started, eyes lighting up, “we’ll have the house to ourselves for a good few hours.” Her fingers stroked his thigh with a purpose and he hardened despite himself. He and Kikyo were compatible, there was no doubt about that. And if Kagome was out enjoying herself, should he not do the same?

His wife unzipped him and he pushed her back and away, making her fall to the floor with a loud, unladylike grunt. He couldn’t do that to Kagome. Not now, not after they had both promised.

“So it’s going to be one of those nights, then?” Kikyo said, her eyes sharpening. “I love it when you get rough with me. Come and show me how strong you are.”

Her husky voice coupled with his rage and depression had him on her before she could take another breath. She wanted to see how strong he was? He’d show her. She got off on being dominated, and to be completely truthful, Inuyasha liked to dominate. It was how their relationship had survived so long after so many red flags for the both of them. He could never treat Kagome like this. The times he had tried had ended in her tears. He could never just thrust into her as hard as he could without a care for her own pleasure, whispering insults and dirty words. Kikyo took pleasure from that. And so did he.

Maybe that was why he kept ending up with her instead of Kagome.

Inuyasha finished in Kikyo without letting her orgasm. He withdrew immediately, already slipping back into old routine. Kikyo bit her lip until she drew blood and looked pleadingly at him to finish her off. He shook his head and forced a sadistic grin, all part of the game. Tears running out of the corners of her eyes and down her temples, she began to touch herself. Spreading her legs open when she tried to close them in a false attempt at modesty, he kept them there and forced her to touch herself as he watched, using his semen as an extra lubricant. She came mere seconds later and licked the mess of her fingers, one by one. Zipping up his pants, he returned to his chair, kicking aside the broken glass in front of it.

“That was better than usual,” she said breathlessly, clothed chest still heaving.

“Clean yourself up,” he muttered, too disgusted with himself and his partner to even look at her.

She ignored him and stayed on the floor. “Inuyasha?”

He grunted, not in the mood for pillow talk.

“What if… I became pregnant?”

The word echoed in his ears and the shaking returned to his hands. Pregnant? With his child? Again? He had assumed she had gotten her tubes tied or at least took birth control after the horror story Kagome had told him. He knew she was still physically capable of having children, but he had never thought she’d want one with him. And then there was Kagome. Kagome had always wanted a sibling, but he doubted she’d want one with his blood and her mother’s combined.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice going hard.

“But what if I was? Would you mark me?”

Inuyasha snorted. So that was what this was about. “I’d tell you to get rid of it,” he said, purposefully not addressing her second question.

“You don’t want a baby with me?” she asked, her usual seriousness returning. Her frown was almost childish.

“Is that so hard to believe?”

She crawled towards him. “I want another baby. It’s your responsibility as my husband to give me one.”

“I don’t have to do shit, Kikyo,” he growled. If he had a baby with her, then Kagome would leave him for sure and he’d end up marking his wife just to avoid more loneliness. All thoughts of Kagome’s tryst with Hojo had left his head, their public kiss temporarily forgotten.

“Are you still in love with someone else? Even now?”

Inuyasha knew it was cruel, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Fuck, I never stopped.”

His wife crumpled before him and he stepped over her to go wait by the door for Kagome.

“How can you be this way?” she whispered tremulously. “After everything? I’ve done so much just because I love you. Why can’t I have a little of your love in return?”

He thought it was best if he didn’t answer her, so he didn’t. Eventually, she went to her room, where she stayed the rest of the night.

Inuyasha waited for over half an hour, keeping his arms crossed and his posture intimidating, staying completely still as he did not know when they would be back. Deciding to wash the feel of Kikyo off of his skin, he did so, going to the kitchen sink and making sure his manhood was clean again. Then he went back to the door and waited another two hours. After a while, his neck ached and his leg began to fall asleep, but he didn’t budge. If they walked in and caught him shaking out the pins and needles, it would completely ruin the effect and take a bite out of his pride.

Thankfully, Kagome returned sans Hojo just before eleven, brushing off his glare and growl and plopping down on the couch across from him. She groaned as she slid off her shoes, not used to high heels. The girl was silent and relaxed, and although he hadn’t gotten even the faintest whiff of sex, he was still suspicious. Her arousal had been instantaneous and strong. What was it about the boy that had made her react like that? Should he ask?

“So,” she sighed, leaning on the arm rest and bringing her legs up to rest on the cushions.

“So,” Inuyasha echoed, waiting for her to make a move.

“You’re not yelling at me.”

He snorted. “Obviously not.”

“Does that mean you’re not jealous?” Her eyes were big and questioning.

“Obviously not,” he said again, clenching his fists. If she saw through him so easily, he’d just end up being manipulated like her goddamn puppet.

“I was hoping you would be.”

His mouth dropped open in consternation. “Why?”

She shrugged, the spaghetti strap of her dress falling down her left shoulder. “I like it when you get jealous. It makes me feel… all sorts of things.” She shivered attractively and his mouth went dry.

Recovering himself, he stood and turned his back to her so that he could form words. “If you like me so much, why were you so turned on when that boy kissed you?”

Kagome laughed and he heard the fabric of her dress rustle, and then she was embracing him from behind. “Is that why you’re like this? Again, Inuyasha, I like it when you’re jealous. I was imagining how you’d be when I got back. All mad and tearing at my clothes, trying to claim me for yourself.”

Her whispered words gave him goose bumps and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his neck. “Not here,” he groaned softly, his eyes darting to the ground and realizing they stood on the very spot where he had taken Kikyo just earlier. “To the room.”

The girl slipped away from him and was gone in a flash. Eagerly, he hurried after her. She didn’t stumble once on the dark staircase and he mentally congratulated her. He flicked the lights on when she didn’t find it and ran to push aside the game table, unlocking the door with practiced ease. She crawled between his legs to get inside and he laughed, swatting her bottom.

“Woah, how long did this take?” she asked, still on her knees.

“A couple days,” he said proudly, standing at her side. The bed was only a full, and he had bought it himself at Ikea and put it together over the course of eight hours, with many breaks and bursts of frustration included. He was a little unsure as to whether or not the bed would hold the two of them as he had a few parts leftover and it rocked from side to side when he crawled on it, but there was no time to fix it now.

“Thank you,” she murmured, kissing his thigh through his jeans. “I like the bedspread.”

“It reminded me of you,” he admitted with a slight blush, feeling somehow effeminate. The blanket was a light gray and embroidered with little silver and white rosebuds.

“Thank you,” she said again, rising to her feet. Her lips touched his face softly, over and over, everywhere. “I love you so much.”

The guilt came, even though he tried to rationalize his actions and forget. He had washed himself after what he had done with Kikyo, but that wouldn’t be enough. He could never make it up to her. Why did she have to make things so confusing all the time? He frowned as Kagome kissed the corner of his mouth. It was so sweet and she was trying so hard. He should just be happy, forget it all, and make sure she’d never find out, the latter being his number one priority.

Kagome went to the bed and lay down on it, miraculously not making it creak or rock. Slowly, she slipped out of her dress, looking at him like he was crazy for not being on her already. Telling himself that not touching her would tip her off that something was wrong, he crawled over her, allowing her to remove his shirt while he unzipped his pants with one hand, kicking them off to the side. The mood suddenly seemed very serious and he knew she felt it too. He wanted to make it up to her, have her screaming and writhing and pleading while he tortured her with his mouth. But that just felt so wrong. And he didn’t deserve the pleasure of seeing her like that.

She stroked him and he kissed her forehead, an apology and a promise that she was ignorant of. They moved slow, and her climax was gentle, the look on her face pleased but troubled. He had tried to lose himself in her and failed. That had never happened before. She lay on his chest, staring at him as he stared at the ceiling, and, to his alarm, burst into tears.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered before he had even said anything. “I just love you so much and I hate that we can’t really be together normally. But I’m willing to wait.”

He sneered and sat up, not understanding his own anger. “If you were willing to wait then you’d just ditch your stupid boyfriend.”

“You know I can’t do that!”

“Are you in love with him?”

Finally, he had said it. He had been afraid of something like that from the start. After all, why wouldn’t she love the boy? He was rich, attractive, athletic, book smart, devoted to her, young, and human. And what did Inuyasha have? Money, anger issues, and a wife who happened to be her mother.

Kagome screamed in frustration and slapped his thigh. “God, don’t be an idiot!” Drying her eyes with the back of her hands, she sniffled and attempted to regain her composure. “Inuyasha, I love Mother but I am sleeping with you because I love you so much more, more than anything and anyone, even myself.  Do you know what it’s like for me to talk to her, look at her, be in the same room with her and act like everything’s okay? Sometimes…” She took a big, shuddering breath and a few more tears escaped. “Sometimes I get so jealous that I don’t even recognize myself and I wish that she would just die. Do you know what it’s like to be such a terrible person?”

Her big gray eyes were full of misery she had never before allowed him to see. Her face, neck, and chest were bathed in her tears and he felt like the worst being in existence. Taking her in his arms, he stroked his claws up and down her back.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I never… I’m an ass.”

Kagome removed herself from his arms and grabbed her dress from where it lay on the floor. Dressing with her back to him, she stayed silent. Her shoulders were high and tense and he was afraid to touch her.

“Just… Don’t give up on me. Please, angel.”

She said nothing and left the room, leaving him alone and naked with no company save for the furniture and his discarded clothes.

Why was everything always so wrong?