InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Chimera ❯ Christmas Shots ( Chapter 5 )

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

Christmas Drabbles

(AN- I researched the Hanukkah tradition for this one for Tallymark. Couldn’t find much to use in a drabble if I wanted to keep it canon, so I made it AU. And since I didn’t want to blunder with her religion (jeez, is it complex), I just took something simple to use.)

Sweetening the Deal

Inuyasha wavered on his feet, legs unsteady as they slowly but surely carried him into the living room. “Wha-Wha … ” he blubbered into the air, eyes squinted closed. The two others in the room looked up from the chess game in shock.

Alarmed, Miroku left his seat and immediately went to help Inuyasha to the couch when the hanyou continued to ramble incoherently, skin pale and eyes bright with delirium. “Inuyasha? What is it?” Finally noting the absence of a miko, his eyes widened. “Did something happen to Kagome? Is she okay? Well, man, let it out!” Inuyasha was supposed to pick Kagome up from her house for the party, but she’d been acting rather odd lately.

Miroku manfully refrained from shaking the already rattled hanyou.

Sango suffered no such sympathy. The chair she’d been occupying skidded across the floor when she literally leapt for the still-silent Inuyasha. Slender yet deadly serious fingers grabbed a forelock and yanked him forward. “Where. Is. Kagome?”

Startled out of his semi-comatose state, Inuyasha jerked his head back. Sango was having none of that, and soon he was facing the business end of a pen. Or rather, his groin was. His little puppies shriveled at the sharp prick that cut through the jeans. It was only a pen, but Sango was capable of using it!

“Damn it, let go and I’ll tell you!” He still couldn’t believe it. Mind reeling, he shook his head to clear it of the images that crowded it, threatening his sanity.

“Humph. You’d better.” Sango stepped back and folded her arms across her chest. Miroku kept his hands to himself. In her current mood, he’d sport a knot on his head for a week if he chanced a grope now. It was the most difficult thing he had ever done. She was a goddess when angered.

Sighing, Inuyasha slumped on the couch. “Remember how Kagome was supposed to make those jelly things for the hospital?”

“I believe you mean sufganiyah, Inuyasha,” Miroku corrected. “And yes, we knew she was making them and some potato pancakes for the Jewish patients who would need to stay over at the hospital during their holidays.”

“Keh. Whatever.” The hanyou waved off the correction. What the hell did he care? Jelly things were jelly things. Miroku shot Sango a knowing smile and shrugged. Inuyasha was as politically correct as a shock jock in a room full of playmates.

Sango groaned. “Kagome… ?”

“Well, if the bastard would quit interruptin’ me, I’d be done told you already!” Inuyasha retorted. Miroku raised his hands, palms out, in apology and the hanyou subsided. “As I was trying to say, Kagome had to make them things. I figured I’d show up early to help-” Sango snorted at that, but Inuyasha glared and she held her tongue. “Anyway, she already had some help. More than she could handle.”

Miroku rubbed his chin, eyes narrowed in thought. “Help? Who?”

“Sesshoumaru.” He groaned just thinking about it. Too bad there wasn’t a product to bleach his brain clean.

“Sesshoumaru!” Sango began to laugh.

Unamused, Inuyasha glared at her, but it only set her off into louder peals of laughter. “Oi, shut the fuck up! It ain’t funny! Do you know what they were doing? He had his mouth on HER, licking her like she was some sort of, well, fuckin’ bone he wanted to horde!”

At this point, Miroku snorted, nose burning with the effort of holding in the guffaws that wanted to escape. He cleared his throat, coughing a few times to cover the tremulous chuckles that managed to make it past his restraint. “Ah, Inuyasha, are you sure of what you saw?”

Sensing Miroku’s amusement, Inuyasha’s temper deteriorated further. “It was his tongue, idiot. Licking her. A topless her. A topless her with jelly smeared on her, well-” He coughed, unable to complete that sentence for the blush that had crept up to fly high upon his cheeks.

Sango began to hyperventilate. “’Bout … time … he … got … around … to … it!” she gasped out between attempts to catch her breath.

Inuyasha leapt to his feet. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” What the fuck? Had his bastard brother been sniffin’ around Kagome and he hadn’t seen it? What the hell?

Miroku lost his battle and broke into a combination of snorts and chortles. Sesshoumaru had their blessing, of course. It was knowing how clueless Inuyasha was about the whole thing that was truly amusing.

Ahhh… Miroku mused when his hanyou friend stormed from the room in a huff, the joys of the holiday seasons would never cease to amuse him. He turned to the still laughing woman and waggled his eyebrows. “We shouldn’t allow Kagome to have all the fun,” he drawled huskily.

“In your dreams.”

He grinned lasciviously. “Every night, my dear.”
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In a house ten miles away, Sesshoumaru pulled away from his treat. “Mmm…” He licked his lips, decadent allure shining brightly within his eyes.

Kagome shuddered at the masculine appeal and tightly coiled desire delineated with every heavy breath he took. “I’m not a one-time girl, Sesshoumaru,” she whispered into his shirt front, suddenly shy. She’d waited years for him to notice her, years spent wanting and dreaming.

One finely arched brow rose in reply. “And I do not share. You put up with that, and I can guarantee you will never be a one-time girl.” He’d waited long enough for her to know her own mind. He wasn’t about to give her up once she’d committed to him.

She smiled, a sparkle in her bright blue gaze. “You’ve got a spot of jelly right here.” Standing on her toes, Kagome neatly licked his chin clean. He froze stiff at the touch of her little, moist tongue on his heated flesh. When she tried to pull back he growled.

“You can finish the treats later. We shall celebrate our own special season. Now.” That said, he took her in his arms and made for the bedroom. It was the season for giving, and she had plenty he wanted to receive.

The End

AN-Written for Priestess Skye

The Daiyoukai Grinch

"There's a name for people like you."

Refusing to be drawn into the conversational trap that had been ineptly laid before him, Sesshoumaru ignored the scowl that followed his silence.

From across the breakfast table, Kagome huffed. She crossed her arms over her sweetly curved breasts. This was going to be harder than she thought. "It's Christmas, Sesshoumaru. You know it's the only time of year that I ask."

He snorted. "The holiday season brings out the idiot in everyone."

"Are you saying that I'm an idiot?" Her eyes narrowed into thin slits.

Refusing to give way, Sesshoumaru lowered the paper to regard her with a cool gaze. "Do not twist my words, wife. You know perfectly well that I would not condescend to insult you in such a roundabout fashion."

Kagome rolled her eyes. "Yeah. You'd do it bluntly, so there was no room for doubt."

He shrugged. He was who he was, after all. She was his wife, his mate. That did not mean she was accorded immunity from his wit.

"Sesshoumaru," she ground out from between clenched teeth. "Don't prove yourself to be more of a grinch than I know you are."

He remained silent, preferring to let his indifference to her 'threat' speak for itself. When she slumped over her plate of eggs in defeat, he manfully refrained from letting the smug grin loose from it's arrogant mooring."

I'll call my mother, then." Resigned to the plan, Kagome picked up her fork to dive into her breakfast. She was a married woman, and she hated to go to her mother for anything. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

The paper was tossed on top of his plate. "You will not." He wouldn't have her going to her mother of all people. She shouldn't go to anyone but him! It was his duty, his sacred responsibility to take care of her.

She swallowed the eggs before dryly replying, "I don't have a choice, now do I? You can't have it both ways, Sesshoumaru. You didn't want to give it to me, so I need to ask Mama. I can't go Christmas shopping without it."

Was it really so much to ask? he mused. She had been a good mate for him, no other could have possibly suffered his brooding silences or managed his bouts of arrogance so well. She'd even given up a wealthy suitor, some boy named Hojou that had been appointed a surgeon, for the dubious material comforts that his cover as a historian offered.

Inwardly wincing at the inevitable end to this conversation, Sesshoumaru leaned forward to fish his keys out of his pocket. He held them out over the table, pulling them back when she made to grab them from his hand. "You will not speed. You will not pass anyone. You will heed all vehicular laws."

Rolling her eyes, Kagome dutifully repeated after him.

Sesshoumaru frowned, still not quite ready to relinquish his baby to her inexperienced hands. Fire engine red, fully refurbished, his '66 GTO had just come back from the shop with chrome inlays added. "Why cannot you wait until I get home to go?"

Unable to hold it in, she chuckled. "I'm going shopping for you, Sesshoumaru, that's why. I know I don't need a car in the city for myself, since everything is available by subway or cab, but I need to go out of the city for what I want to get. That means I need to use the car." She batted her eyelashes and poked out her bottom lip. "Please?"

Unable to withstand the magic of her feminine wiles, even knowing full well that they had been unfairly levied against his better sense, Sesshoumaru handed over the keys with an internal wince. "You ha-"

Cutting off his words, Kagome leapt from the seat to launch across the table and plastered a huge kiss on his open mouth. "I love you! I promise to take care of your baby, and I'll bring it back in one piece. There won't be a single scratch on it!" She pulled away, breakfast abandoned in her rush to leave before he could change his mind.

After the whirlwind left the room, Sesshoumaru tried to get back into his paper but failed miserably. The things he did for his mate. Still... His frown turned upside down when he thought of how very grateful she'd be later.

Generosity definitely had its perks when applied with just the right amount of resistance beforehand. He wondered how long it would take her to figure that out. She wasn't the only one with the magic of her sex on her side.

A rough chuckle escaped from between his lips. Mood considerably lightened, he left the table to finish preparations for work, whistling a tune he'd picked up on the radio sometime while she'd had it blaring last night.

"So you better be good whatever you do
'Cause if you're bad, I'm warning you,
You'll get nuttin' for Christmas."

The End