InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tasting Amber ❯ Unbreakable Bonds ( Chapter 4 )

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

A/N: OK. Two chapters in a day. This one is pretty long to keep you guys for a bit. I can't keep up this pace, and will be on the road this weekend, so I wanted to give you guys a heads up before I disappeared for awhile. By the way, I have no idea where it's ultimately going or where it will end--PWP is growing a plot, so as always, I welcome input and feedback--Please review!

DISCLAIMER: I own Inuyasha the same way I own the rights to Star Wars-only in my wildest dreams.

Chpt 4 Unbreakable Bonds

The chirping of one particularly annoying bird awoke the hanyou from his dreamless sleep. It was almost as if he were coming back from somewhere dark and confining, a prison of sorts that he could not escape. The last thing he remembered was curling around his mate, his beautiful woman flushed from lust, high on love under the leaning branches of the Goshinbu tree. For a brief moment, he seemed to remember the midnight air, breathing painfully as if he had been running for miles, smelling sweat and blood and earth, calling his mate's name...his Kagome.

"kagome...?"

Silence interrupted by the damned bird.

Inuyasha arched his back up gingerly, reaching to his left for the warm body that he remembered had laid next to him to find only torn earth and...

"DAMMIT, WOULD YOU SHUT IT ALREADY?!!" Inuyasha's yell reverbrated through the tree above, sending the offending creature away with a loud squawk and a fluttering of green wings.

Damned birds are more trouble then they're worth...

He relaxed a bit, relishing the renewed silence, and sat up fully. The Tetsusaiga clattered to the earth, rolling off of his body in its untransformed state.

What the...

Inuyasha finally surveyed the scene around him-the scratches and claw marks around him, the scent of blood and seed in the ground, his clothing flung a few feet away. Blood...Kagome's blood...A feeling of deep-seated dread washed over him, chilling him to the bone. He didn't remember this scene. Any of this. Not the scratches or clawmarks that looked as if he had been in a battle. Not blood...NOT KAGOME'S BLOOD!

But there it was.

"KAGOME?!! KAGOME?!!!"

Inuyasha lept up, frantically sniffing to find her scent. It was hard to distinguish a fresh trail from the mixture of sex and seed in the ground before him. With an anguished cry, he stood, surveying the plain before him...and choked back a sob.

The entire meadow had been destroyed. The roots of tall grass were destroyed in clumps, tremendous ditches left by claw marks of an enraged mind.

There was only one way that he would forget such destruction...or more accurately, never remember... Inuyasha looked down at his dirt and blood encrusted claws, wincing at what he knew to be Kagome's blood. Kagome's blood...and something else.

A light breeze lifted as if to sooth the emotionally embroiled hanyou, and Inuyasha inhaled fully-there was a familiar scent and he could...just...identify...

"SESSHOMARU!!!"

***

" There he is! He must be by the Goshinbu tree." Miroku sighed as he walked next to the demon exterminator, silently cursing the mission that he was forced to embark upon to locate the hanyou and the young miko who would very clearly become his mate. If only he had had one more evening to work his charms, one more night to confess his feelings...well, Sango may well have been too...preoccupied to force him on this silly hunt for two grown people who obviously wanted to be alone.

"Are you sure we should not just turn back? The two of them obviously wanted to be alone, and it may be unwise to seek them out before they have dealt with whatever situation they wanted to discuss." He dropped the hint as hard as he could, but the young taiyija was not in the mood for it this morning-her friend had been gone too long, and even if their "discussion" was fruitful, they had been gone for two days, long enough ro come back and let her know that everything was alright. Plus, she had this feeling of foreboding, like something happened and her friend wouldn't be next to the irritable dog demon minutes from them that she had stuck by for the past three years.

"No, Miroku. Kagome's been gone too long, and I need to make sure she's alright. If she's fine, then we can go back, no questions asked. But I need to see for myself."

Miroku sighed and nodded. It wasn't like he could talk her out of it, so he resigned himself to escorting at her side...not that he minded, of course, because what a fine side it was...

Increasing his pace to match hers-damn, what that woman can do in a kimono -Miroku walked slightly ahead upon spying his best friend's distinctive silver mane blowing in the wind.

"Hey, Inuyasha! We've been looking..." Miroku stopped dead in his tracks, causing the young tayija behind him to slam directly into his back.

What in the name of Kami...?

Inuyasha was naked. Stark naked, and from the looks of it, wounded in the shade of his favorite tree. This did not bode well.

Turning quickly to Sango who had yet to see the hanyou's naked state, he lifted and pressed her against the back of the massive tree before them.

"Monk, what do you think you're doing?!! Oooh, if you don't get your hands off me right now..." Sango's face flushed a furious red color that actually aroused the monk, but now was neither the time nor the place for such thoughts.

"Listen Sango-listen to me!" He shook her roughly to cut her off. "Do not move from this tree. Inuyasha is...not well." Sango's eyes widened and she resumed her struggling with greater fury, forcing him to slam her backwards into the tree painfully. "SANGO!!! DO. NOT. MOVE."

The fury with which he pushed her and the intensity in his eyes told Sango that he was deadly serious and she backed up. She had never seen Miroku so stern, not even in fights with Naraku or other youkai. In fact, she had only seen that level of intensity when he had returned to his home and awaited death from his kazaana and Naraku's demons. Seeing it sent little chills through her spine and down her chest...she had not been so severely treated since she had accidentally thrown her Haikotsu through her neighbor's hut when training as a child and her father had bellowed at her for her carelessness. By reflex, she cast her eyes downwards and held her breath, realizing that she had never thought the monk to be a strong man. Strong physically, yes, but not strong in character. Not when he went up to random maidens in each village and flirted relentlessly. Glancing up to the lithe form above her, watching the muscle in his jaw tense nervously as he surveyed his friend, she realized how wrong she was.

"Inuyasha?" Miroku crept around the tree slowly, approaching the unclad hanyou with caution. Everything about him was wrong-his aura swirled with anger, confusion, sadness, and regret.

"Stay away from me, Miroku."

"Inuyasha, what happened?" Miroku surveyed the wreckage of the scene, trying to put two and two together as he continued moving towards his friend with small steps.

"Don't come any closer, monk. I'm warning you." Inuyasha emphasized his point with a distinct growl, causing the monk to shudder inwardly, though he showed no emotion on his smooth face.

Miroku braced his staff a bit tighter, but ignored the warning. There had obviously been a great battle, and Inuyasha was still alive, but that did not explain why he was naked...or divulge the whereabouts of Kagome.

"Inuyasha, whatever it is, I am here to aid you as your friend. Now tell me, where is Kagome?"

"DO YOU THINK IF I KNEW I'D BE HERE?" Inyuasha bellowed, releasing his anger on the monk beside him. But his head hung low before continuing. "I think...I think she's with Sesshomaru."

Miroku's eyes widened at this news. "Was he here? That would explain the field. Then we must go after him and get her back. He could kill her, or worse." Miroku's thoughts raced as he spoke. He turned back to his friend, seeing his ears droop and shoulders sag in dejection. "What is wrong Inuyasha? Why are you not clothed? Why have you not gone after her?"

Inuyasha's shoulders sagged even more deeply. "I don't think...I don't think she would want to see me. I think that he rescued her."

"Rescued her from what?"

Choking back a sob, Inuyasha gazed at his best friend with all of the hurt in his heart etched across his amber eyes.

"From me."

***

"So you and Kagome are now mates?"

"Yes."

"And you consummated your relationship under the Goshinbu tree two nights ago when you went to speak with her."

"Yes."

"And you fell asleep and didn't wake up until this morning, bloodied, bruised, and with signs of a battle around you."

"Yes, yes, and yes."

"And you don't remember...anything?"

"No, dammit!" Inuyasha growled angrily after going over the spotty details of the last two days for the umpteenth time. At this rate, the entire village would know what happened, since any nosy naysayer could have heard his repetition of the events any one of the multiple times that he was forced to recite everything to Miroku, Sango, and Kaede.

"I told you, I fell asleep next to her, knowing that she was OK and everything was right, and then I woke up like I did this morning. I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING!"

Silence greeted him in Kaede's hut. Everyone was lost deep in thought-deep in the same thought that he kept trying to reject in his mind.

Sango broke the silence with a small voice, a voice alien to her in its hesitancy and compassion, "You don't think...you don't think that you could have reverted to your demon form that night, do you?"

Inuyasha stared into the brazier before him, not answering. That's exactly what he had been thinking the entire day-hoping and praying that there was another explanation. He had even allowed Kaede to replace the prayer beads and secretly asked her to make them even a little stronger so that if what he suspected did happen and Kagome were still alive, she would never fear him. She could 'sit' him to death for all her cared once he was certain that she was alright.

Kaede spoke next. "Inuyasha, the union between a youkai and his mate is very strong, particularly with dog demon because of the strength of their blood. Though ye are hanyou, your father was a great demon and ye have strength far greater than many full-blooded youkai. Ye may be able to seek Kagome out, talk to her, and rectify the situation without moving from ye spot. Have ye tried calling out to her?"

Inuyasha thought on this. He had a vague memory of his mother falling, tripping over a tree branch while teaching him to walk in the forests by his home, her beautiful face wrenched in pain as she moved in slow motion towards the earth that sloped in a steep incline down the hill. He remembered sensing something powerful from her as she fell and then being scooped up by his father before she could touch the ground, his wife in the crook of one arm, his gift of a son in the other. He had always marveled at how fast and strong his father was whenever he saw him. He wondered where he had been and how had gotten there so fast. He wondered most of all why he saw tears in his mother's eyes as they gazed deeply into his father's face, almost as if they were having a private conversation...words that needed no air to speak.

Inuyasha closed his eyes, willing calm and darkness in his mind. He remembered the rush of air on his face as his father flew him and his mother back home, silver mane billowing in the wind, golden eyes glowing, chest rumbling with a purr of contentment. He remembered the peace and calm and love, and with all of his heart he envisioned Kagome and projected that love out to her...

Kagome...

***

Kagome thrashed in the bed. Her head was hot with a fever that had seized her soon after the demon lord had taken her, and her entire body trembled with sickness. Her forehead burned painfully-she felt as if she were being branded with a hot iron.

Inu...yasha...

She called out for her lost love, hoping that he could hear her, could sense that she needed him.

And somewhere, she felt him calling for her too, a plaintive plea to forgive him and come home.

Inuyasha...come get me...I...can't...too weak...

Kagome could almost see him, feel him, taste him. His face hovered in a dim light that brightened by the second, as if he were coming to her.

The demon lord beside her watched her impassively. He had long since woken, unable to control the wild movements of the woman in his bed. He knew that she was in a state of delirium and so gently sopped the sweat off her brow every few minutes with the cold water he had ordered brought to his room. Somewhere in side of him there was an odd twinge. Guilt? Disgust? He did not really know-it had been too long for him to recognize exact emotions save for anger and revenge. He did know that the woman was still central to his plans, and therefore could not die.

And now, he could sense her calling out to his brother, the half-breed who had tried to destroy her. Humans were such irrational creatures.

Closing his eyes, he focused on the miko before him, on the mating mark he had left on her, channeling himself to her out of sheer willpower.

In Kagome's mind the image of Inuyasha shimmered, faltered, and faded. Now all she saw was darkness and his imposing half-brother. The bringer of her pain and suffering.

Woman, you must rest. Your fever increases with each minute and you will do yourself harm.

What do you care, Sesshomaru? You're the reason I have this fever in the first place! I can't believe that you would force yourself on me. Isn't that low for the great Sesshomaru, Taiyoukai of the Western Lands?

Do not mock me, woman. I did what needed to be done in order to save you. Going back to my idiot brother was not an option-he would have killed you. It is better for your sake if you remain in the Western lands with me, where no harm will befall you. Besides the fact is that I forced you to do nothing...you were quite aroused as I remember.

Arousal is not permission. And I would rather stay by Inuyasha's side any day to a cold, heartless, arrogant demon like you.

Be that as it may, what is done is done. I cannot let you go any more than you would want to be free. You are carrying my pup.

No! I don't believe you!

Wench, this Sesshomaru does not lie. You are pregnant. I can sense the life force growing inside you even now.

NO! Nononononono...

Cease your babbling! Your condition is the cause of your fever, not our short tryst. Your body is frail, human. It is not used to having life inside of it, and your miko powers are attempting to purify the child. That is something that cannot be allowed, and you must regain your strength in order to control these errant powers.

Or else?

Or else you will kill your own child.

Sesshomaru opened his eyes. The wench must learn. Wrapping his tail around her securely, he walked into his personal bath. The water, normally warm from the hot spring that bubbled in from the floor cooled instantly with a blaze of blinding light from his hand. Sesshomaru unceremoniously dumped the fitful maiden into the now ice cold water. Kagome woke with a start.

"Aaagh! It's cold!!!"

"You must bring your temperature down, miko. You will cook yourself and your child with your incessant flailing."

Kagome glared daggers at the demon lord before her. He was, as usual, divine looking, but the intensity of resentment that welled in her surprised even her as it rolled off of her body in crashing waves.

"You may also want to control your emotions, seeing as you also transmit them to your unborn child," His emotionless face twisted into a smirk, making Kagome shudder even more.

His tail snaked into the water and drew her under sharply. The miko gasped and bobbed back up for air.

"OK! OK! I get it! I'll calm down!"

Kagome sat in the middle of the huge bath shivering, teeth chattering from the temperature of the water that came up to her shoulders. I know I have a fever, but does the water have to be this cold? I bet he's reveling in this entire scene...Ok, maybe if I relax it will get a bit warmer...

She gasped as a warm body pressed next to hers, backing away instinctively. A single hand grasped her wrist

"I will not harm you. It is beneath me to hurt a whelping woman."

"Let me go."

"I will not. You must reduce your temperature and you must also bathe. My healers have taken adequate care of you since you have been here, but every wound needs a true cleaning. I will assist you and you will comply."

Kagome felt her anger rise, but kept it in check. If she really was transmitting those feelings to her child, then she would not want to make them into the cruel being in front of her. She would want them to be kind and sweet, like the one she longed for.

"Fine!" With defiance all over her face, she untied the thin white yukata and stared down the demon lord in front of her. If she had to comply, then she'd do it, but she didn't have to like it. And stubbornness was something her child would probably get naturally, anyway.

A look of amusement spread across Sesshomaru's eyes. She certainly is entertaining. Grabbing a natural sea sponge with his tail, he dunked it in the icy water before lifting and squeezing it out above Kagome's head.

She sputtered, "Aren't I wet enough already?!!"

Not nearly enough... thought Sesshomaru as he traced the curves of her body, the deep pink of her areola and nipples, the velvety darkness of her womanly mound. She was delightfully well proportioned, and cold water brought out the flushes in her cheek and the sparkle in her inky blue eyes beautifully. He made a mental note to himself to wet her with cold water more often.

Squeezing the water out of the sponge, he dipped it into a bucket of dark, soapy liquid that smelled faintly of pine and mint before walking to the maiden before him. He wrapped his tail and lifted her from the water so that he could soap her up, moving from her shoulders and clavicle to her hips, legs and thighs.

"Hey! Put me down!"

Tsk, tsk.. "Temper, temper..."

His sponge moved up further, traveling to her inner thigh and resting directly beneath her treasured cave.

Kagome inhaled sharply. "I can wash there, thank you!" Yanking the sponge from the demon lord, Kagome gingerly washed her area, wincing at the rawness between her legs. Oddly, she felt no shame as Sesshomaru watched her intently, seeming to savor her careful ministrations and small whimpers.

"Ok, you can let me down now."

Sesshomaru acquiesced, lowering her into the tub of still freezing liquid to allow her to rinse her body and hair.

"Can you give me that again please?" Kagome pointed to the sea sponge that Sesshomaru had replaced in the bucket.

Sesshomaru handed her the soaking sponge and watched as she squeezed it over her head and began to wash her hair. He should have told her that there was another bucket for that purpose, but he would have missed her making a spectacle of herself now.

"Ow! It stings!"

"I could have told you that, human. It is not meant for the hair." He pointed a finger towards a smaller bucket to his right, laughter erupting from his eyes. "That is for the hair."

Kagome thrust her chin up in defiance and moved to the smaller bucket the Taiyoukai had pointed to. Dunking herself to rinse her hair, she repeated her actions with the sponge, filling it with the sweet-smelling milky substance in the bucket. After washing her hair once more, Kagome felt a little better. Her body had acclimated to the cold water, her senses felt alert and clean, and she no longer felt feverish. A cold bath was exactly what the doctor ordered.

Kagome felt waves crash against her as the Taiyoukai stepped out of the bath.

Good, now I can finally be alone.

She began to sink against the rim of the bath as that infernal appendage of a tail wrapped around her waist and lifted her out of the bath.

"Dammit, now what?! Can't I relax a little?!"

"The water is too cold for relaxation, woman. It has served its purpose. Now you must rest."

"I am not 'woman.' I have a name-it's Kagome!"

The demon lord stopped and then strode to face her, deliberately moving close so that she could feel the heat radiating off of him without touching her. She let out a small 'eep!' and jumped backwards into a waiting towel.

"Very well, Ka...Go...Me."

He over-pronounced each syllable to toy with her while his hand played with her above the towel, smoothing the soft fabric over her shuddering shoulders and chest, hips, legs, and inner thighs. When he reached to her inner thighs, he rode higher-ever so slightly-to gently dry the curls in that area. Kagome moaned, her eyes half-closed at the sensual touch. A pang of betrayal knifed through her heart as she thought of the person she wanted to share this moment, these feelings with. But the pang passed as she stared up into a different pair of hungry golden eyes.

"You are still wet Ka...Go...Me...I cannot dry you."

His voice was as dark and rich as his scent as he hovered above her, close to her ear. It tickled her, traveling over her neck and down her collarbone, reverberating from one muscled chest to hers. Sesshomaru's face hovered just inches from hers, his eyes half-mast, boring into her soul.

"But..." Kagome quivered, mixing with guilt and desire. "...but you can try."

Sesshomaru chuckled as his hand undulated beneath the towel, moving in slow, deliberate circles at the entrance of her sanctum. Kagome bucked in response, lifting her hips to match his rhythm, grasping onto the strong shoulders before her. Her body was hot again, alight with the fever that was spreading outwards from her loins. She wanted to go faster, plunge deeper, but he pulled away knowing that she was injured. She whimpered in response, frustrated by her human healing powers. Any youkai woman would have been more than ready for another roll in the hay. For now, she would have to be content with the agonizing pace that he was setting with his hand-the slow and gentle rocking that would bring her to completion at a much slower pace.

Gods, I can't believe this...he's actually...gentle...

Sesshomaru's manhood bumped impatiently at Kagome's stomach as she swayed on the lord's hand. He was licking her, kissing her, leaving a trail of hot wetness from her lips to her collarbone and tracing the fangmarks he left on her neck. He claimed her lips in a slow rhythm, suckling on the lower one hard before moving on to the upper one in a gentle caress. She reached out and grabbed the assaulting appendage, eliciting a sharp hiss from the demon above her as she pumped him at her pace-mercilessly fast.

Let's see how he likes that! She though triumphantly, as the pace of the circles increased, and his breathing grew ragged. He growled-defiant girl -but increased his pace to match hers, his need rising in a dangerous crescendo as his member throbbed for release in something hot and wet.

Kagome felt unbridled satisfaction at the demon lord's response, his normally expressionless face twisted with passion and pleasure, his body jerking to her command. Her pace quickened, increasing her own pleasure as he matched her wave for wave, sending her to higher pinnacles of ecstasy.

Oh, Kami...

With a passionate roar, he ripped the towel from her abdomen and positioned himself to enter her tight core, her feminine folds parted by the tip of his heat. Kagome stiffened-as badly as she wanted this, it would be excruciatingly painful if he were to move forward.

She withdrew slightly, placing a hand on either shoulder to push him away, "P-please, Sesshomaru-remember. I'm injured, remember?"

It took a moment to register as the lord attempted to make sense of this information. The girl was...not complete...torn...by his idiot half-brother... Sesshomaru growled in remembrance and punched the wall next to her in frustration, working to will back the waves of youkai lust that she had unleashed.

Kagome didn't dare blink or move-I should know by now not to toy with demons in heat. They don't understand 'stop' very well.

But maybe...

"Sesshomaru? Here, just let me..." His hand wrapped around her throat as he slammed her against the wall, feet dangling off of the ground. His eyes were blood red and seemed to be growing-he was losing the fight with his inner youkai. Kagome's heart pounded, fear now radiating of if her in copious waves, causing her skin to tingle and heat even further.

"please...just..."

She realized that she was beginning to emit a faint pink glow that crackled against the demon's yoki.

NO! I will not kill my child!

Straining herself, she recalled her miko powers and stared deep into the transforming demon's hellish red eyes, willing him to let her go.

Let me go Sesshomaru. Let go. Let go. Let go....

She seemed to connect with the youkai at that moment, felt a tug in her mind, and a snarling Sesshomaru closed his eyes in concentration. Releasing her from his grip, Kagome slowly knelt by his inner thigh watching him struggle with himself. Gods, how hard is it for them? If this is what it does to Sesshomaru, what does poor Inuyasha go through?

During her brief connection, she learned what he wanted, what the inner demon was demanding. Kagome approached the throbbing member with trepidation-she didn't want to get skewered on his claws for teasing him any more than she wanted to be impaled on his manhood for his satisfaction. Moving in slow motion, she advanced and engulfed the tip in her mouth, very carefully avoiding her teeth. The demon moaned above her, finally sensing an appropriate release. The red began to dissipate from Sesshomaru's eyes, as she gently sucked on the end of the engorged member and drew more in her mouth. Her sucking noises became louder as his flesh became lubricated with her saliva, gliding back and forth over the tongue that licked left and right over throbbing veins and arteries. She rolled her head in a steady rhythm, used to the act by now, her throat straining only slightly as she hit her barrier and then swallowed more of the demon lord's pulsing girth. His taste was addictive, salty and smooth, melting along the roof of her mouth. The airtight seal between her hot cavern and the Taiyoukai's pelvis expanded and contracted slightly as she dove faster, seeking to draw out his release. Rolling his eyes in pleasure, Sesshomaru pumped furiously into her, taking out all of the lust and frustration on her waiting orifice. He groaned inwardly, impatient for the day that he could thrust into her tight core, and with that thought exploded with a powerful surge that pushed him forward and dribbled down the corners of Kagome's mouth.

He collapsed on top of her back as she leaned against his thigh, both supporting each other's weight from the passionate energy that was released between them. Kagome didn't know what to think, what to feel, because for the first time since the night under the Goshinbu tree, she felt right...

***

"Inuyasha?"

Miroku shook his friend slightly.

"Inuyasha? Did it work? Did you see her? What happened?"

Inuyasha didn't say anything. Didn't breathe. Didn't move a solitary muscle in his entire frame. It had worked alright. He had connected with Kagome just in time to hear that she was carrying Sesshomaru's pup. Just in time to see the bath. To see what happened after...

NO!

He didn't know how his brother could share a connection with Kagome in the same way that he did, but if any of what he just saw was true, then it would make perfect sense since she was...his mate.

NONONONONONONO!

He refused to believe it. Even if he had hurt her, she would never willingly go to Sesshomaru...would she?

"NO!" He bellowed out loud, causing the tiny hut to rumble, waking Kirara and Shippou from their deep sleep.

"Inuyasha?" Sango placed a calming hand on his shoulder. He had placed his hands to flatten his ears against his skull as if shutting out unwanted sounds. The hanyou looked as if he were having a terrible nightmare, and for a brief moment she could envision him as his mother would have, a lost pup with a fierce will who did not understand the world around him.

He flinched and snapped his eyes open suddenly, decision hardening his amber orbs.

"Get some rest Sango and Miroku. We're leaving at dawn. I'm getting my woman and bringing her back home."