InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tainted Flesh ❯ Tainted Flesh ( One-Shot )

A birthday gift!fic to the beautiful and talented Inugrrrl and a bit of a sequel to “The Parlor”. A little tragedy, a lotta love, and a human Inuyasha just for you girl!

 

The song featured here is real. It's called “Contact” and is from the musical RENT. It's featured during a flash of sexual fantasies (that don't end well for them, but it's not the end of the musical!). Red lights, writhing bodies…yeah…

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Kagome. Those rights are reserved for Rumiko Takahashi. But since she won't let them get it on, I have to take it upon myself.

 

Tainted Flesh

 

Hot-Hot-Hot-Sweat-Sweet

Wet-Wet-Wet-Red-Heat

Hot-Hot-Hot-Sweat-Sweet

Wet-Wet-Wet-Red-Heat

 

The buzzing was accompanied by the sensation of skidding buck-naked along a rough patch of carpet. It moved from tolerable rug-burn to the personification of fingernails along a chalkboard, but Kagome could handle it. This was her anniversary present to herself, though what she was celebrating-independence, freedom, love-had been a five year struggle.

 

When she first came to the city, she knew no one, had a couple hundred dollars in stolen cash, and turned out exactly as her mother had warned her. She didn't trust cops or doctors, had nowhere to stay, and was just as apprehensive of women as men. Then she met him. Inuyasha Takahashi. He was pulling the gate down outside a tattoo shop when Kagome first spied him. His hair was to his waist, midnight black and tied in a loose tail, spilling over a black Spineshank hoodie. Ripped up and worn out jeans covered a pair of gray work boots.

 

She saw him, but her slate gray eyes were focused on the zippered bank bag in his hand. Gripped loosely in his hand. Her stomach growled so loudly she trembled. `How long had it been since she ate something hot and fresh?'

 

Before she could talk herself out of it, Kagome darted forward, using the darkness and the fact that she was much tinier than the average person to her advantage. She had the bag in seconds…and he had her. Both hands were gripped in one of his, while that same forearm was being used to cut off her air supply. His free hand was balled into a fist and aimed at her face, while one muscular thigh was wedged between hers, his hips making absolutely sure that she couldn't nail him in the balls.

 

“What the hell? I'm getting ripped off by a ten year old?” He growled. His voice was low with just a hint of gravel to it.

 

“Fuck you. Let me go, asshole!” Kagome struggled, not looking him in the eye.

 

“Fuck me? Asshole? You're the one trying to rip me off. Look at me, little girl,” He demanded.

 

Kagome looked up, her eyes blazing, and she froze. His eyes were like concrete mixed with amethyst, an amazing combination of gray and purple. She was lost.

 

“Name, little girl.” It wasn't a question.

 

“Kagome. And I'm not a little girl, I'm twenty-one.”

 

She watched warily as his hand dipped into his pocket. To her surprise, he pulled out a couple of bills and tucked them into the front pocket of her pants.

 

“I don't think you'll take much help, but I open and close Tuesday thru Saturday. Hours are on the sign. We aren't open on Sunday or Monday. It's my shop and I spend the last couple hours by myself…with the doors locked in case you get any smart-assed ideas. And I'm Inuyasha, by the way.”

 

With that, he let her go. When she checked, he'd put close to fifty dollars in her pocket. She bathed and slept at the Y when she could, but they got suspicious if people came around too often, and shelters…well, shelters asked too many questions that she wasn't ready to face the answers to. But he asked nothing other than her name. And he gave her cash when she was trying to rob him. Shaking her head, Kagome bee-lined, not to a fast food joint, but to a sit-down diner for some real food.

 

After that night, she started to hang around the shop, Tainted Flesh. She watched the other employees interact with the man who helped her. He seemed like a decent guy, but she'd been fooled before. But she wasn't fooling him. He knew she was there. He'd wait till she crossed the street and would hand her food and cash, sometimes a bag with clothes. Eventually, Kagome would tap on the glass after the last worker left and help him clean and set up the shop for the next day.

 

Inuyasha kept the talk simple, his questions mostly impersonal, at least concerning her past, but he had no trouble sharing about himself when she asked. He offered numerous times to introduce her to his staff, but she was afraid. It took a year, but Kagome began spending her days at Inuyasha's apartment, complete with her own spare key, leaving n each night to help him at the shop. There was no way to avoid his friends with this arrangement. She met the first one when she was in the shower. She came out in one of Inuyasha's tee shirts (well aware of what she looked like. Even though she'd gained some weight with Inuyasha's care, she still looked like a twig), toweling off her hair.

 

The man had shoulder length hair that was rarely down (though it was that morning) and bright navy eyes. He was a huge flirt. This, Kagome knew just from watching him through the shop windows for so long. Before the man could even make a move towards her, Inuyasha had him in a headlock.

 

“Touch any part of her other than her hand and you'll wake up with “I'm your bitch, master” tattooed on your forehead,” Inuyasha said.

 

Kagome smiled softly. Somehow, he knew a very big part of what happened to her, without her ever telling him. And for that, she was thankful. Specifics were still left out, but she trusted Inuyasha more than most people at this point.

 

And that was the real beginning of her new life. A year on the streets, then close to another year of not quite being sure of a handsome, funny man who wanted to take care of her. Now, she worked at the shop as an artist and receptionist (not brave enough to actually get near the needles, but thankful that Inuyasha thought her `doodles' were worth the time and effort he put into showing her how to convert them into smooth, flowing tattoo designs) and she allowed Inuyasha to take her as his lover.

 

Hot-Hot-Hot-Sweat-Sweet

Wet-Wet-Wet-Red-Heat

Sticky-Licky-Trickle-Trickle

Steamy-Creamy-Stroking-Soaking

 

“Kagome? I only have the flowers between your shoulder blades left. Do you want to get up and walk around a bit, or do you just want me to do it to you?”

 

Kagome laughed. She'd convinced Inuyasha that the feeling of the tattoo needle in that area hurt particularly badly and she wanted it done last. The truth was far from it. Oh, it hurt like a bitch, the constant rubbing of the needles over places that were already raw had her ready to leap out of the chair at points, but this was different. This was-erotic. After all Kagome had been through, she'd never thought she'd find pleasure in pain. It was very much the opposite. The first time she and Inuyasha made love, she was so scared she threw up. She was certain it would hurt, that he would do things to her that would hurt, even though he'd never before caused her pain. She was used to his temper, she'd seen it in the shop many times before she'd even approached him, and she KNEW he'd never hit anyone. But sex was different. Sex always hurt before. Her ex…her ex's new lover…

 

But it didn't hurt with Inuyasha, at least not much. He explained to Kagome that she was too tense, she needed to relax or all she would feel would be pain and pressure. And he offered to stop and just hold her. And to pleasure her with that amazing tongue of his again. That, more than anything, helped her through it.

 

The needles did something to her. They sent these shockwaves, sort of like the feeling of waking up a sleeping limb, the pins-and-needles, straight to her inner thighs. And because he was coloring the tattoo now, he was rubbing back and forth, over and over, until the urge to move came over her. Damn it, she knew she was soaked under her skirt. It wasn't like he was rubbing or licking her clit until she couldn't take it, she didn't even think she would orgasm from this, but fuck it, if she didn't want to rub her thighs together to ease the mounting pressure. And she wasn't allowed to fucking move!

 

“Kagome?”

 

“Huh? Oh, no, that's okay, Inuyasha. I'd rather you just finish up and let me see it. Then we can go out and meet your friends.”

 

The faintest whisper of a kiss was pressed to the back of her neck. The tiniest flick of tongue over heated flesh.

 

“They're your friends too, ya know.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Inuyasha chuckled. “I didn't put too many blossoms here. Shouldn't be more than twenty, thirty minutes tops. Can you handle it, lover?”

 

Kagome's hand swung back and connected with his solid thigh. “I can handle anything you can dish out and more, sweet cheeks.”

 

He was still laughing as he picked up the pink ink. This had to be his best work, but he was only going to photograph it if Kagome wanted him to. He hadn't even mentioned pictures to her before he started. And the shop closed early just for this. She didn't want anyone around when she had her shirt off but him. Not that Inuyasha blamed her. Five years, three of them spent with him, and he still discovered hidden places, dark spots, that brought Kagome nightmares. She was terrified of rain, it might develop into an electrical storm, and she was afraid of the dark. Couldn't sleep with the closet door open, but was borderline claustrophobic and hated putting her head under water, even in the shower. And some nights, when she woke up screaming and clawing from nightmares, for a split second she didn't recognize him, didn't know she was safe, and that killed him inside. But, then her eyes would clear and she would fling herself into his arms and sob, slowing letting him heal a lifetime of neglect and unfortunate choices.

 

The moment the needle tip touched down, Inuyasha watched Kagome's flesh quiver; little ripples and waves in tiny muscles just under the surface of the skin. The base was laid last week, a huge sakura tree, with a strong trunk wide supporting branches, and grasping limbs. Kagome had drawn it herself, and was very specific about how she wanted it colored. It was mostly blacks and grays, just a faintest traces of browns added through it to give it life, depth. She wanted nothing solid except for the flowers. Sporadic blooms of white and pink, no leaves whatsoever, just the flowers and petals. Some attached, some drifting down intact, some simply petals. Feminine and strong; dainty and vulnerable; beauty and rebirth. Everything that Kagome was.

 

As he worked, he noticed her shifting her legs, a whisper of movement. Kagome knew he hated when his clients moved around and then complained when he simply stopped working and waited until they were done. He didn't save this part for last because it hurt, though it was one of the more painful areas, but because it contained a plethora of nerve endings to the rest of the body. No, he knew she was becoming aroused and he planned on using it to both their advantages. He knew partly because of how her muscles moved, he could see her thighs quiver, but also because every time he touched a certain spot just off her spine, her foot hopped. She'd apologized profusely and he laughed, knowing it was a reflex.

 

Kagome knew ever branch, every flower, and she knew the exact moment when Inuyasha finished. Which was why she didn't hesitate to raise her head when she saw him reaching for something off his table and bring it back to the chair.

 

“Inuyasha? I thought you were don…holy shit…”

 

He snickered.

 

She should have known he was up to something. The wipe-down was soothing, probably the best part of the tattoo, and he lingered just a bit too long. But she had no idea what he had between her legs! She didn't like sex toys, didn't trust them, but this felt different, and God above if she wasn't about to come in his hand. It pulsed fast and hard, shaking not only her cunt but rubbing Inuyasha's knuckles against her thighs

 

“Damn it, Inu…AAHHH!”

 

He held the plastic wrapped tattoo gun against her a moment longer. Not wanting to risk having anything lying around that might make her think he was cheating, this was the next best thing. And was more aggressive.

 

“Happy Anniversary, lover,” he whispered, placing the instrument of delicious torture back on the table and sliding his warm hand up the inside of her thigh. Kagome was still hesitant about foreplay, but he loved bringing her around. And the fact that she was wearing one of the simple cotton thongs he bought her made him all the harder.

 

“But, Inuyasha, my back, we can't…” she was still panting. Sex was okay-alright, sex with Inuyasha was amazing, but she didn't want to become too attached to it. What if that was all he wanted her for? What if he started to want to trade her off to his friends so they could experience her? What if…

 

Damn…

 

His fingers were stroking up and down the damp flesh between her legs, catching and squeezing her clit before dipping into her channel. He curled his fingers and hit the chair lever.

 

Kagome felt the front of the chair release and she scooted back so it could be raised. Inuyasha slipped into the space, his shirt already off, revealing the smooth, tan flesh of his chest. He always looked tan, no matter what the weather and Kagome suspected there was someone darker in his bloodline, gracing him with the golden skin of a god. Where she had scars, he was perfect. His marks were self imposed, the tattoo of an arrow piercing his heart, the echo of a woman who almost broke him when he was younger. On his thigh, the representation of a family heirloom, a katana rather than a broadsword, bold and firm (directing the eyes to another part of him that could be both bold and firm on occasion). His back was covered by mount Fuji, shrouded in mist, and in that mist, a great phantom beast rose in the form of a dog demon.

 

His lips descended on hers, warm and soft; teasing, nipping, sucking, until she opened and let him in. His tongue moved against hers, lapping, stroking, flicking against the roof of her mouth. Kagome thanked God for giving Inuyasha such a talented mouth. The steady throb in her back was overridden by the throbbing between her legs. God, how she wanted him. She always wanted him. Her fingers swirled around masculine nipples, tangling in the spray of dark hair under his navel, until she reached his belt. Making fast work of the cloth and metal, Kagome was shocked to find him going commando, but quickly gripped his length and gave him a soft squeeze. She was still unsure when it came to pleasing him, but he was so warm, so hard, like living marble.

 

With a moan, Inuyasha's head fell back. He loved it when she was willing to touch him, when she took the initiative to touch him. Struggling to open his eyes, he focused on her perfect breasts and caught a nipple in his mouth. Tracing the areola with just the tip of his tongue, he flicked her nipple with the barbell decorating the appendage. One thing Kagome came to love was his piercing. But he didn't think he could hold out tonight. She feared fast, feared that it was only for the man, but he was going to have her screaming in pleasure and soon.

 

No bothering with removing her panties, Inuyasha wiggled his pants down his hips, freeing his erection and ensuring Kagome wouldn't get snagged on the belt or zipper. Without a word, he lifted the woman and impaled her.

 

“Fuck!”

 

“That's what we're doing, lover,” Inuyasha laughed.

 

Both of his legs hung off the table and hers hung over his hips and off the back. It allowed limited moment, but that was half the fun. And it would keep them both from damaging the fresh ink on her back.

 

His hands steady on Kagome's hips, he jerked his up. Hard. She squealed and tried to find purchase for her knees, but there was nothing.

 

“Move your hips, baby. Just move your hips.”

 

Please Don't Stop Please

Please Don't Stop Stop

Stop Stop Stop Don't

Please Please Please Please

 

Rocking, grinding her hips against his, Kagome could feel the heat building, her clit all but grinding against the course hair of Inuyasha's pelvis, but it wasn't enough. And she could tell by the way Inuyasha had his eyes scrunched shut, it wasn't enough for him either.

 

“Inu-Inuyasha, I need more. I-I-need to turn or..or go on my stomach.”

 

His movements stopped. She hated when he tried to coax her onto her belly, she said it made her feel exposed because she couldn't see what he was doing.

 

“You sure?”

 

She nodded.

 

He moved in a flash, and Kagome found herself facing the back of the table, her belly on the cool leather, her hips resting on the padded edge. He gave her no time to think, he was suddenly inside her, stretching, rubbing, arousing. Like this, she could feel each thrust up in her chest, her pelvic bone bumping the table in time with his movements. Her aching nipples stuck to the shiny leather, but it only caused her to become more aroused.

 

Inuyasha's hands slid down her thighs and lifted her feet off the floor. Not that flexible, Kagome could only bend her knees, giving her lover a bit more of a grip. He pulled her back and forth, not only using his hips but his hands to drive into her. He'd push her forward as he pulled out and then drag her back as his hip slammed into her. It was consuming, Kagome could only hang on and cry out. Each time she thought she had reached the end, she'd build even higher, Inuyasha shifting inside her to hit her G-spot over and over, sending her into twitching spasms. Their cries and grunts were punctuated by squeaking leather.

 

“Please, baby, please, don't stop. I'm so close.”

 

“Kagome-Kags, tell me what you what…tell me what you need.”

 

“Harder, I think.”

 

“Keep your knees against me, baby.”

 

She squeezed Inuyasha's hips with her knees and groaned as her inner muscles clenched onto his dick. His hands surrounded her hips and arched her, angling each thrust down so he slammed against her cervix. The pleasurable pain that shot through her with that thrust was enough. Kagome screamed.

 

“INUYASHA!”

”FUCK! KAGOME!” He slammed into her a few more times before releasing. Her body felt like it was trying to suck him in, tight to the point of pain, but Inuyasha wouldn't' give it up for the world. He wanted nothing more than to collapse against her, but the fresh tattoo wouldn't allow it. Instead, he withdrew and staggered to an armless chair, plopping down and making Kagome straddle him. She was panting with her eyes closed, cheeks flushed, black bangs clinging to her forehead. The heat was practically pouring out of her pussy in waves, warming his stomach and teasing his dick. The scent of arousal and sex was damn near overwhelming. There was no way he was ready for round two here. That would come at home and involve silk scarves and long stemmed roses.

 

Brushing his lips over her hair, he smiled. “You okay?”

 

She smiled and opened her eyes. “Better than okay.”

 

“I wasn't too rough?”

 

She could see the worry swirling in his beautiful eyes.

 

“Not at all. Now, can I see my tattoo?” Kagome smiled to show she wasn't kidding about being okay. He worried too much about her sometimes. She liked it. A lot.

 

Standing and adjusting his pants, Inuyasha lead Kagome to the full-length mirror at the back of the shop. Holding a second mirror before her, she directed him until she could see the whole length of her back. And gasped. The gnarled roots and sturdy limbs reached upwards, bare but for the smattering of blossoms giving it life. It was perfect. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

 

“You saved me, you know that? I was as bare as this tree until you found me, used and tainted.”

 

Inuyasha wrapped his arms around her waist and let her head rest against his heart.

 

“You saved me as much as I saved you. You were never tainted; you were just waiting for the right person to see how beautiful you really are.”

 

The End.