InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Centre ❯ Going Up? ( Chapter 16 )

First of all, thank you all who reviewed. Because of you I am updating on a regular basis rather than whenever the mood strikes me.

Second, I prefer to answer questions in my story so if you are wondering about something, please wait until the end (this will be 30 some odd chapters I think) to ask them since they question you ask may be answered at some point. Kind of hard to throw all the info in one chapter…that would be a mighty long chapter indeed.

Lastly, this is a lemon. Yes, there is sex in detail…not just "and then they had sex", that would be boring. You are hereby warned so my ass is covered as far as MM.org is concerned. Well, this is NC17. How they do age check is beyond me (?_?). Goodness knows the public library lets you get romance novels steamier than this fic….but I'm just following orders.

Chapter 15: Going Up?

Miroku followed Sango down the street and into a very expensive looking apartment building. His eyebrows rose a fraction as Sango produced a plastic card, slid it in the door and opened it when the green light blinked.

"Just out of curiosity…." Miroku began. "How did you get an apartment so fast…and such a nice one?"

"My father is a senator," Sango said in a dull, toneless voice.

"He's still alive?" Miroku said, startled, and then realized that sounded bad. Sango didn't take offense, thank goodness. He still had bruises from the last beating.

"My family is a clan of demon slayers. When we kill our first demon we perform a ritual that includes a blood binding. I'd give you details, but then I'd have to kill you," she said with a wicked smirk. Miroku gave a nervous chuckle.

"So you live as long as any other blood bound human? That's handy. I assume you've contacted your father?"

"I left him a message, he sent me an apartment key and an appointment time."

"Appointment? You need and an appointment to meet with your father? You've been gone what, 70+ years?" Sango gave Miroku a glare as they entered the elevator, missing the Do Not Use today between 8-9pm. The clock on the wall opposite the elevator read 8:10pm.

"He is a busy man, Houshi. Yours too preoccupied to pay you a visit?" she retorted.

"Mine are dead."

All the anger, frustration and annoyance drained out of Sango. How could she have been so senseless? She'd know his parents were dead too. Oh, stupid stupid stupid!

<In the basement>

"Nobunaga, you done with that circuit yet?"

"Also….there!"

"Ok, shutting down power to the elevator."

"What if someone is in there?"

"We put up a sign. No one is that dumb."

"Ok," Nobunaga said, flipping the switch on the wall.

<Elevator>

"You have got to be kidding me," Sango said as the elevator shuttered, the lights flickered and it stopped. Emergency lights came on, bathing the elevator in a soft glow.

"Hopefully this won't take long," Miroku said, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes. He looked relaxed and peaceful.

Any other day Sango would have been nervous as a cat under a rocking chair, having to sit in an elevator with Miroku the pervert. Today he seemed tired, even too tired to grope. Either that or he finally learned his lesson with the last beating. Trouble was…Sango disliked the lack of attention far more than she disliked the excessive attention.

This is all just a result of traumatic experiences in the past few weeks, Sango thought to herself. Built up tension, stress and the emotional release from the collar. A hot bath could have relieved the tension…somewhat, but she was in an elevator for god knows how long. Or killing something. No, that would hardly be legal and Sango couldn't stomach the idea of killing something, even a legal something, just to relieve her tension. That left one option she could think of. Sango looked up from the floor, eyes looking Miroku up and down. Perfect.

Miroku, for once, was actually thinking of something totally unrelated to sex.

Chicken, yeah. I haven't had a chicken sandwich in such a long time. And French fries, but not from a fast food place. I'll get potatoes, slice them up…yeah. Oh I shouldn't think of food, it'll make me more hungry and we have no idea when we'll get out of here. Hmm, what to have for dessert? Sango in a whip cream bikini….yeah.

Ok, so his mind went back to sex.

Yeah, whip cream…and that sultry, dark look as she walked toward me, hair pinned up so I can mess it up.

Miroku was half smiling as he expanded his fantasy. He could never have Sango in reality, but he could dream. Dream of her turning to him and-

"Miroku," Sango's voice purred, low, soft and incredibly sexy. Miroku's eyes flew open, half afraid she'd guessed what he was thinking and was going to beat him up again. The look Sango gave him was not one of violence. In fact, far from it. She was giving the sort of come-hither-look playboy models perfected. His jaw dropped as she stepped up to him, sliding her hand up his chest.

Maybe it was her look or her words. Maybe it was that he'd been having a fantasy about her seconds before. Maybe it was how tired he was or the fact he really hadn't gotten any in a while. For whatever reason, Miroku shuddered, ejaculated right then and there…in his pants.

Sango felt him shudder and looked down. Great. So much for that idea. Sango released him with a great sigh.

"Sorry," she said lightly. Miroku did not immediately answer. He was still in partial shock. That and now he had a bit of a mess in his pants. Walking home was going to be embarrassing. Maybe he could bum a few dollars off of Sango to get a newspaper. Sango had wrapped her arms around herself and was standing next to the button panel. He could practically feel the tension rolling off her in waves.

Hell, a willing woman was here, alone, with him and he was standing around like an idiot. Miroku gave himself a mental slap and stepped up behind her, cautiously wrapping his arms around her, stopping when he felt her stiffen. He was careful to not touch any of the most….sensitive areas of the female. They seemed to consider that rather fast. Instead he pulled the hair from the nape of her neck and placed a gentle kiss on it.

"Houshi, it's too late now, you already-" Sango began. Miroku grabbed her chin, pulled her head around and silenced further conversation. Her soft lips yielded immediately as he coaxed her into opening her mouth. Sango gave a low moan as he deepened the kiss, one hand against her jaw as the other turned her to face him, slipping around her waist to hold her firmly.

When Sango finally pulled away she was breathing heavily, her head spinning and her knees in danger of giving out on her. Miroku looked entirely too pleased with himself. A new energy coursed through her veins, exciting every nerve, heightening her senses. If Sango thought she was frustrated before, she was strung as tight as a bow now. Miroku looked like he was sharing the same issue.

"You don't seem to be complaining now," he said, his voice a deep husky baritone. To be completely honest he was having trouble breathing. How many men got to do it in an elevator with the girl of their dreams?

"But now I want more," she whispered, too far gone to feel embarrassed by her words. Miroku smirked, a devilish look entering his eyes.

"Name it. I'll do whatever you want."

"You're the perv," Sango retorted. "Let your imagination run."

Miroku's eyes had been burning before, now they were smoldering. The woman of his dreams telling him to have his way, any way, with her. In an elevator. Kinda kinky. Miroku loved kinky.

Sango gave a short squeal in surprise as Miroku suddenly lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist and placed her butt on the shining golden hand rail. The slightly cool metal was like ice against her skin which made Sango gasp. He already had her pants and underwear off her hips as he placed firm kisses along her throat.

"Next time…." He said between kisses. "Wear a skirt."

Sango did not bother to answer. His hands were firm and warm as they slid her pants down one leg, not bothering with the other. Before she could ask why he captured her lips again in a demanding manner, pressing her back against the wall. Sango was surprised by his aggressiveness. She would never have thought HE would be aggressive. She'd always figured he was more the extremely gentle, touchy type.

Then she felt his fingers there. The very part of her that was way too warm and excessively wet from all the excitement he was causing in her. Sango gave a small whimper, leaning her head against the elevator side. She could feel Miroku smirking against her neck. He was greatly enjoying sliding his fingers in and out of her. Almost too much. He was beginning to recover from his previous response. In the meantime he wanted her moaning until she begged him to stop.

Sango's body was giving slight shudders in response to Miroku's fingers and sensual kisses. One hand had slipped under her shirt, caressing her breast through the fabric of her bra. Sango wasn't sure how much she could handle. She was already exhausted from everything else and now Miroku's ministrations were taking away what was left of her energy.

Miroku began to pull his fingers out of her when Sango grabbed his shirt, pulling him nose to nose.

"First you finish without me, now this?" she growled. Miroku let out a chuckle, pulling her hips flush against his. If she couldn't feel THAT she was more far gone than he gave her credit for. Sango's mouth formed a silent o of amazement, looking downward. She quickly got over her fascination, grabbed the top of his pants and began undoing the button and zipper. He stood there, amused, as he let her practically yank them down, but groaned as she pulled a bit too tight for his comfort. She gave him a challenging look as she pulled a bit slower.

Miroku would have given anything for a camera right then to capture the look on Sango's face.

"C-commando?" she sputtered at his lack of underwear.

"Always good for a quickie," he said with a smirk. Then he realized something. "Sango, I don't have a condom…do you?"

"And we need one why?" she asked, eyebrow lifted. "I'm infertile and we both know the only things you've slept with for the last 50 years were youkai, all of which are immune to disease." Miroku's mouth opened to retort…but he found he had none to give.

Sango pulled herself up, pulling him toward her with one leg. Her hand closed around him, bringing him into alignment. Miroku's eyes were closed in total pleasure. His hands found their way to her hips, fingers digging in. As she removed her hand he pulled her down upon him, reveling in the warm and wetness around him. He could feel her muscles move in response to his presence, contracting slightly as he shifted. It was the most blessed feeling every, sending tingles of pleasurable sensation up his spine. This was the reason he thought about it so much. The feeling was indescribable and heightened as he began to move against her.

And Sango's response. Her hips met with each thrust, her tongue snaking into his mouth in a frantic effort to gain some control. Her arms were around his shoulders, fingers dug deep into his hair, holding him firmly. Miroku was amazed at her strength. How she fit all that muscle in such a petit looking body was beyond him.

Miroku slowed, unable to keep up anymore. He had broken out in a light sweat, muscles straining. Sango gave him a gentle kiss.

"I'm not going to orgasm, Miroku. I'm too tired. Just finish, it's fine," she said quietly, her normally fierce eyes giving him a soft and gentle look. Miroku let go the breath he was holding, his body giving a shudder similar to the one that had happened a while ago. Sango held him close until he was done. He pulled her from the rail, lowering her to the floor. They were both breathing heavily. Sango felt exhausted…and relaxed.

Then the elevator kicked on and began to rise again. Sango pushed Miroku until he rolled off of her, still recovering. She pulled her underwear and pants back on, grateful they had been around one leg. The elevator stopped at the top floor and the doors opened. No one was around so Sango held the door open button down, turning back to Miroku.

"I have no regrets, Miroku. That was given freely, no strings attached. Thank you," she said, leaving him on the floor (pants still down).

Miroku lay there in a stupor. Was he just…used? HE WAS! An idiotic grin splayed across his face….only to quickly fade.

"But….I want the strings attached," he said to himself. He quickly rose, pulling his pants up, mind working furiously. How could he get Sango to realize he was serious? He pushed the ground floor button and leaned against the wall, eyes watching the glowing numbers descend right next to the clear glass panel where a security camera no doubt was hidden, recording everything.

Security camera? Miroku smiled to himself, a plan already forming in his deviously perverted mind.

<Rin's apartment>

"What do you mean no?" Rin said from her position on Sesshoumaru's lap.

"No, that's what I meant," he replied, picking her up and placing her on the couch, standing up and walking away from her.

"You can't tell me you aren't attracted to me, Sess, I know better. You are more than attracted."

"My attraction does not matter," Sesshoumaru replied, not meeting her eyes. Rin jumped off the couch, following his footsteps. He stopped with his back to her. "Rin, don't make this harder-…more difficult, than it already is."

"I'm not!" she replied. "You are! And I don't understand why!"

"Whether I am attracted to you or not is irrelevant."

"Why, Sesshoumaru? Why is it irrelevant?" she pleaded to his back. Sesshoumaru did not answer her or turn around. "Usually I understand you…usually I know what you are thinking, but this time you're going to have to spell it out for me because obviously I am not understanding you. I am attracted to you, you are attracted to me, and no one is here. What's the problem?"

"Rin, I am one of the last, if not the last, of my kind. If a female dog demon ever appears, I am honor bound to make her my mate. To refuse that would be an insult not only to my family and lineage, but to my very species. I CANNOT bend my honor like that," he snarled. Then his face softened just a little. "Which is why I cannot make you my mate, Rin. No matter how badly I may want it. Don't push me….please," he added, almost too softly to hear.

Rin felt tears collect in her eyes. Sesshoumaru's hands were clenched so tight a slight trickle of blood was collecting on one. She stepped around him, looking up into his fierce face, eyes glowing with the conflict within him. How insensitive she felt. He had a responsibility to uphold.

"I'm sorry," she said gently, a hand reaching up to his cheek. Sesshoumaru flinched from the touch. A twinge of anger entered Rin's conscious. Why did he feel the need to distance himself with coldness? Damn men, all of them. So dense.

Sesshoumaru left her standing there, making his way to his room. It would take time to get her smell out of his nostrils, and to get his muscles to relax. He fell back upon the bed. Why he had not moved out was beyond him…perhaps it was that he didn't want to leave. Of course he didn't want to leave. And of course that made things harder.

"Sess?" a quiet voice asked at the doorway. She would not enter his territory without his approval. No other human…or youkai for that matter, would ever be as attuned to him. Sesshoumaru suppressed a sigh and lifted a claw, motioning for her to come in.

"I'm mad at you," she said. He almost smiled at the firmness of her voice. She might be mad but she would forgive him if he asked. He felt the bed move as she hopped on it. His eyes flew open, giving her a dark glare. He was surprised to find she was giving him an equally dark one. She ran a hand through his long hair, her thumb rubbing little circles across his sensitive ear. She leaned over him, softly pressing her lips to his and pulled back when he did not respond.

"I never said ANYTHING about being your mate, Sesshoumaru-sama," Rin said, the edge in her voice sharp and crisp to get her point across. Sesshoumaru's eyes widened as he looked into hers.

<Morning, Kagome's apartment>

"Inuyasha," Kagome said softly to the still sleeping hanyou. "I need to go to school."

Inuyasha mumbled something incoherent and rolled over enough for Kagome to move out from under him. She replaced herself with the pillow, pulling the blankets around his chest. Thank goodness he showed no signs of bleeding all over the place. What a mess that would have been!

"Shippou, I'm going to school. Keep an eye on him, don't let him leave and call me if you need anything," she said to the sleepy fox cub sitting at the kitchen counter.

"I don't have to get him stuff, do I?"

"Shippou, he's injured. Be nice. I'll bring you chocolate back if you do."

"Ok," Shippou agreed, eager for the bribe.

Kagome left the apartment, nervousness setting in. School. She hadn't been to school in years. How far behind would she be?

A figure across the street watched as she made her way to the train station, dark eyes narrowing.

:Musou, follow her: Naraku's voice commanded the tall, dark haired human. Musou did not question the voice within his head. He had no idea how he had come to be…nor did he really care. He crossed the street quickly, making sure to keep at a safe distance. The girl had no clue she was being followed. He smiled to himself as he kept her in his peripheral vision. This was too easy.