InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Nature of Change ❯ Tuesday (Night) ( Chapter 7 )

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

A/n: Sorry for the wait. I shouldn't have made you all wait for the lemon and well...I have no good excuse for it! Bad Luna! THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER. And thank you for reviews! That's all.


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We are helpless to its effects as
it pulls us out
to sea.




Kagome didn't fight as Sesshomaru slammed her against the wall and feverishly pressed his mouth to hers with a startling desperation Kagome didn't know he had in himself. The sound of his front door clicking shut was as loud as a tidal wave in her mind over the sounds of her own keening moans.

She knew she was drunk. She knew he was, too. The voice of her rationale whispered against the torrent of her heartstrings; insisting this was wrong, insisting she was making a mistake, insisting she was betraying Inuyasha's memory, she didn't feel this way, she couldn't, she shouldn't...

But most of all, in her heart, she knew.. she was too tired to care. Even if she would come to regret this, in the darkest corners of her heart... somehow, she knew that maybe, just maybe...

She wouldn't.

Their conversation from previously echoed in her mind as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it to bear her bra-clad chest to his searching gaze.  He stared only for a moment, and Kagome fully flushed beneath his inspection. She felt his biceps tense and release under her fingertips, cords of steel and milky muscle...as well as the slight quiver that ran through his entirety, as his eyes fluttered shut. He then began his slow fall onto her bosom, inhaling deeply as he wrapped his arms tightly around her as if reluctant to ever let go.

Kagome reached up and wrapped her arms around him gently, weaving her fingers into his deep obsidian tresses in what she felt was akin to reverence. The embrace was more than a mere lover's embrace, even to her drunk hazed mind, she knew. Her heart palpitated with the knowledge of that truth.

That the embrace was a meeting of two souls that had been in pain, been lonely for so long; that the relief of finally finding another soul who understood, the solace of relieving the stasis they had both been induced with... it was a blessed moment to be cherished. It was a meeting of twin flames, and she wasn't about to release the happenstance that meeting him again was mere coincidence.

It didn't matter that it was only her liquid courage that brought them to that point. What mattered only were those singular moments when he revealed the depths of his shadows to her in the quiet moments under the dim light and smoky haze of the bar they had been in previously.

Not with his words, as much, but his eyes were a tome of endless diversity; experiences, regrets, solemn truths of endless fragments of time. All as miniscule and inconsequential as grains of sand within an hour glass, but together making up the whole of the man that held her like she was the last person on the physical plane who could possibly bring him stillness. She wouldn't fool herself-- she knew he would not, if ever, share with her how far those shadows stretched using spoken language. She also wondered if she had fooled herself into imagining it all to begin with--

Yet...

Yet, she couldn't ignore the way that he leaned into her now, taking comfort in her hold as if a child might, listening to the lull of their mother's heartbeat. His breathing was deep and even, and if it weren't for the fact they were standing she'd have assumed he had fallen asleep.

“When one outlives their progeny, one wonders what they have to live for.”

The formality spoke volumes of the things he was not saying.

“And what do you have to live for, Sesshomaru?”

“Hn, after many centuries... I'm still uncertain. You, Kagome?”

“What about me?”

“What do you live for?”

“I don't.”

“How so?”

Her lopsided smile was too sad to brighten her beautiful face.

“I was... too much of a coward to do it properly. I took the route of numbing instead.”

He blinked.

“Pardon?”

She held up her fifth drink of the night, letting the gesture do the talking. It was efficient enough to serve its purpose.

Realization dawn in his cognac eyes.

“Ah.”

The lopsided smile faded.

“Does that make me weak?”

The sound of her shirt tearing brought her slightly out of her recollection, as Sesshomaru pushed her bra up and out of his way finally.

“No.”

He sounded like he had meant what he said.

“...why?”

Impatience mounted in Sesshomaru, she could feel it, as he suddenly ripped off a ring he wore and tossed it to some unknown corner of his flat. One she had never even noticed; but she was brought to reality as silky silver hair floated timelessly around them both, brushing against her skin and causing her to shiver at the barest of touches. She felt claws, familiar and deadly as nostalgia consumed her, rip through her bra and through her skirt... in a desperate rush to have flesh meet flesh that lied underneath the tattered remains of her clothes.

“Because, you're only human.”

She whimpered, tiers trembling as heat, fangs, and moistness swirled around her areola and then fully enveloped her nipple.

She gave him a sidelong glance and wasn't sure if she felt insulted or not.

“Doesn't that translate to weak for you?”

He released a self-suffered sign at having to repeat himself, regardless of his indulgence in her sarcasm.

“No.”

“What changed your mind?”

This time, her inquiry was genuine.

Her breath hitched as he lifted her up further, scraping her back in the barest against the wall as he did so, furthering the questing of his tongue down her navel in the process. Kagome's eyes widened, shaking fingers that had been slack in his tresses previously increasing their grip until it would have been merciless-- had he been human. A mixture of fear and excitement lanced her heart, combining themselves ruthlessly to pool as heat in her womb, and the situation suddenly became unbearably real.

“Because I understand.”

Her question was tentative... uncertain. “...h-how?”

“...because...”

His eyes slid close behind full lashes, hiding his hesitance and Kagome wondered if he'd even answer as the silence stretched out longer.

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, still fully clothed himself, though he didn't seem to notice or even take a care that he was. He arched her off the wall, as he finally reached his goal. Sesshomaru's breath fanned out over her netherlips, and Kagome's pupils dilated unseeingly, as her world zeroed in on him and his intentions. Her breath was bated, as he watched her with a frozen intensity that robbed her of all air and presumptions that he wasn't about to do what he was in all actually very well going to do.

“Because... I did it too.”

Her eyes widened, imperceptibly.

“You did? What did you do?”

She had to hear him say the words. She had to, even if it meant it was a blow to his pride.

Again, his eyes closed, as if to shut out the world and her imposing questions... as well as the words he was to speak.

“I tried to do as you did. I sought to numb myself, as well.”

Kagome scoffed in disbelief.

“How?”

He merely lifted his drink as his answer.

She glanced blankly at him in return.

He didn't start slow. He shoved his face into her treasure as if a starved man. She threw her head back, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Her thigh muscles quivered under his iron grasp as he suckled her fervently, shoving two fingers knuckle deep into her tight entrance. Fangs brushed against the bundle of nerves that sent her body alight with flames and pleasure, as he pumped her slowly and curled his fingers against the walls of her channel.

She released a silent sob, her shoulders shaking from effort and lack of breath. The feeling, the feeling of him... it was too much. Too long, too long had she been untouched. Too long had it been since she'd known the attentions of a male she naturally connected to, a male she actually cared about.

To think of it, Sesshomaru had been the only male privileged to her body she gave a damn for, that she was tempted to give the entirety of her self to.

She wasn't sure how to feel about it.

“What changed?”

He arched a singular eyebrow at her.

“How do you mean.”

She gestured at his drink.

In response, he turned veiled eyes to it, then to her.

“...who said it did?”

She fell silent.

“... you, Kagome?'

“Hm?”

“What changed you?”

Silence claimed her once more, considering her truth, and how to present it.

“...well?”

He hit that spot, that aching spot deep inside her, pressing against it with all he was worth and sending her entire body taunt in his attentions. She twisted in his grasp, trying to get away from the intense euphoria of his searching fingers, and she clawed at the wall behind her for purchase. He would not release her, rolling his fingers over and over against that spot as he took long and languorous swipes of his tongue over her clit. She begged, she pleaded for him to relent but it did her no good. She had no choice but to shatter and come apart in his hold, screaming his name as the coil wound and snapped under his care.

“S-SESSHO...OH...Oh...!”

Hooded eyes turned down to the top of his silver head, as she greedily sucked in oxygen to nourish her deprived and exhausted body. His face lifted to hers, his full lips glistening in the aftermath of his delightful venture. He had a predatory gleam to his eyes, one that left her unsettled, and she watched as he slowly licked the evidence of her juices from his lush mouth as if savoring the remains. She shuddered involuntarily in response, unable to control her reaction as he gave her a feral grin in return.

She swirled the drink in her hand in such a way some may have considered the action coy, but he could only interpret it as shyness.

“It... I only decided to stop a few days ago.”

He scoffed himself, as if she had cheated him of something great. She felt her nose wrinkle as his unusual response.

“What?”

He gave her a pointed look.

“That's hardly an answer.”

She gasped in mock outrage. “Well excuse me, sir.”

“You are excused. Now, I believe I recall asking for a what, not a when.”

She was beginning to feel the warm affects of the liquor she had consumed, and she indulged in another sip of her drink.

“Whuh huh?”

His eyes turned suddenly serious, ignoring her more than slightly inebriated state of mind purposefully.

“What made you alter?”

She gazed at him deadpan, her previous warmth quickly chased away by his straight-forward inquisition.

The world had shifted. He had moved faster than she had time to register, as her body gently bounced on the downy softness of his mattress as he laid her on her back. He had removed his shirt somewhere between lying her down and climbing over her petite body. His palms rested on either side of her head, and she laid her hands with uncertainty against his shoulders. She didn't know if it was to pull him closer or push him away.

So instead, she decided to do neither.

Squirming uncomfortably in her seat, she averted her eyes from his intense stare. It didn't help, she could still feel it boring into the side of her head. Instead, she bit her lip and tried to ignore his insistent quiet.

“I-I don't know. It just...did?”

It had been a lame reply she hoped beyond hope would satisfy him and he would let it all go.

Unfortunately, it did not work.

He merely kept staring.

She gave an agonized sigh, knowing he wouldn't let up until she told him the entirety of her personal truth.

“...it... it was  you.”

He blinked slowly, as if processing her words, and said nothing more.

Sesshomaru buried his face into her hair, nuzzling the side of her neck as he laid the full length of his body flush against hers, pressing himself comfortably between her spread legs. She was shaking, nervously, and he sensed it. He pulled her tight against him and murmured to her.

“...Do not be afraid.”

She clung to him tightly, cherishing his reassurances, burrowing her face against his shoulder and spoke naught.

“Kagome.” He pressed her.

“...what?” she mumbled to him in return, knowing he would not let her alone until he was satisfied otherwise.

“... I won't betray you.”

Upon the moment the words were spoken, Kagome felt her eyes well up with unshed tears, full of insecurities and pains she had been trying to shed since the moment she met him again and he had come sweeping into her life unexpectedly.

“That's not it...” she whimpered against him, curling against his much larger frame in attempt to hide from the world, from him; all her vulnerabilities, the wounds that were raw and bleeding vastly as she came undone by his tender graces. He leaned back far enough to gaze into her eyes, mild confusing flitting through his orbs. She let out a strained sob at his concern, and she pressed her face against his neck.

“....I-I don't trust myself.”

She saw his eyebrows crease as understanding took hold of his features in the dim light of his bedroom. He stroked her cheek gently, shushing her distress softly under his breath. When his lips met her again, it was more to comfort than to be hungry. She pressed against him once more, accepting his advances and pushed her soft, full breasts against his bare chest in rising need.  

She felt him, then, against her core. His hard length, straining through the fabric of his slacks, and Kagome felt a jolt of want race through her because of it. She lifted her hips to meet his and let out a soft whine into his mouth. A returned groan answered her need as he clutched her tightly to his own person, turning the soft kiss into one of mounting passion. His tongue swept the caverns of her mouth fully, and she grabbed onto his shoulders and drew him in closer, as if she wished to meld with him fully.

Clumsy fingers, fumbling in their venture down his sculpted arms, reached the button of his pants after a faulting journey and stumbled over the process of releasing his phallus from its confines. Growling in impatience, Sesshomaru prodded her hands gently out of the way and undid the snap with one hand when she could not accomplish it with two. She would have been embarrassed in any other situation, but as long as he consumed her the way he did she could not find it in herself to care. Sliding timid, yet searching hands beneath his own, she reached into his pants, past his boxers and touched the velvet rod with stymied want.

She watched between lowered lashes as he opened his eyes wide in realization and as they proceeded to roll back into his head as she stroked his length tenderly. Twin stripes     wrapped around the bottom of it, and for some reason unknown to her she found it endearing that she suddenly had that knowledge. While she generally was not a forward person, she couldn't help but want what was about to occur... she couldn't help but want him. Jerking him forward encouragingly, Sesshomaru began to slide out of his pants, shimming them down his long legs and finally kicking them off to the floor along with his boxers.

Kagome never stopped exploring him, sliding her hand up and down the silken length... even going so far as to spit into her hand to allow herself more lubrication, though Sesshomaru did not seem to mind in the least. Instead he lowered his head, pursuing her breasts once more as he lavished attention on the one he had neglected from earlier. She arched into his advances, encouraging him further, and gasped as his clawed hands found her entrance once more. She reveled in the feel of one finger dipping into her sex, groaning in delight at her feeling but it was already not enough.

She shook her head, pushing his hand out of the way as he grunted in annoyance at her denial around their kiss. She didn't explain further, merely lead him by his shaft to her entrance and pressed into him to allow his tip to dip inside her suddenly.

She watched his eyes widen at the sudden feeling of her encasing him in warmth and he shivered, pulling her close as he completed their joining with one resounding thrust. No words were spoken. None needed to be. What it felt like was beyond words, beyond recognition, and lied only in the realm of feeling.

She choked on her breath yet again, tears coming back to her eyes with force as she rolled her hips in a silent request for him to proceed before her body had even finished adjusting to his large intrusion into her being. He complied, but with slow and evened strokes that betrayed his knowing of how he stretched her to her limits. He could tell, it had been a long time since she had last been touched, and he felt humbled by her trust in him.

Her walls clenched around him, causing her to gasp and pull him closer as he stilled at the feeling, as if relishing in the sensation. Kagome traced gentle patterns between his shoulder blades as he pulled back and pushed desperately into her, pressing the head of his length against the entrance of her womb. Had he been even the slightest bit bigger, it would have been painful. But as she was stretched to her limits, the easy feel of him sliding in and out her only left her with a feeling of what she could only describe as...

As...peace.

A garbled wail tore from her throat as he shifted his angle, pressing all his weight onto one hand as he leaned on his forearm next to her head. She forced heavy-lidded eyes to stay open, committing the multitude of expressions that crossed his face to memory. She had never seen him so... so open  before, even since she had been reintroduced to him in the current era.


His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes pinched shut in effort and consumed by the reality of their joining. The stripes on his cheeks were jagged, giving him more of a wild and feral feel, though his actions contradicted the look. She could tell, he was holding back, for her sake. Lifting a single finger to follow the marks along the delicate curve of his cheek bone, she whispered to him, “Do not hold back on my account. Make me yours...”

His eyes flew open, sharp and calculating as he stared down at her with an unreadable countenance. His decision only took a moment.

The next, he was pounding into her mercilessly, driving her higher and higher, the only words she managed to sound out were the syllables of his very own name. She felt as if her spirit might detach from her body, feeling ethereal and light, and in every sense unreal. She felt her soul stretching, reaching...

Touching him and his own aura, enveloping him with her own aura as his being shuddered violently in response; it left him snarling from the unexpected and intense reactions it was inspiring in his own person. Fangs and lips nipped at her neck, earlobe, murmuring to her quietly, “Kagome... come with me... let us finish together.”

The baritone of his voice, the deep and rich earthy quality shot straight down to her very bones and set her fate rattled her to her core as he pumped her. Her eyes widened, nails scrabbling and scratching against his back as she stared straight into his eyes and announced, “S-Sessh... I'm g-gonna...”

He growled, clutching her once more to his person and pulling one thigh higher up on his hip as his claws dug into the back of it, trickles of blood dripping unnoticed unto his sheets, “Let go, Kagome.”

His command was all it took, and she fell apart in his hands, shrieking her release out loud in the confines of his darkened room. He released his own glorious holler, her name sliding easily past his mouth as he rammed into her one final time and swelled within her cervix, releasing his finish into her awaiting womb. She choked, the feeling of him filling her to the brim prolonging her own orgasm, as she felt him enlarge beyond reason and knot inside her. She was sobbing, crying incomprehensible words as he tried to hush her emotional responses.

But it would do no good.

Kagome knew one way or another, she was lost to him...

And he had captured her fully and she doubt she could ever let him go now that she had known him so intimately.


It had taken over twenty minutes for Sesshomaru's knot to release, much to Kagome's surprise. The entire time, he had released a steady stream of his seed into her and it left Kagome feeling a bit nervous of the repercussions of their loss to their own passions. She never voiced her worries, and she hadn't needed to. He reassured her himself.

'If our union had resulted in something more than just us coupling, I would tell you.'

While it help ease her fretting a bit, it hadn't relieved them completely. Regardless, she decided not to worry and instead basked in the afterglow of post-coitus. He had her tucked into his side, seeming in no rush to go anywhere. It was well past midnight, and the knowledge he had to work tomorrow bothered her. If she had known that this would have been the outcome, she would have insisted on meeting on a Saturday so they could lounge in bed well into the next day. But she knew, it was what it was, and though she had discovered him and rediscovered him in ways she never thought possible for herself, she managed to be content with the situation.

Still, she had wondered to herself for the last few hours, and was no longer satisfied to keep her questions to herself.

“Sesshomaru?” she ventured wearily.

“Yes?” he returned non-committal, more interested in tracing small patterns on the outside of her soft globes and watching the goosebumps that raised in their wake.

“What are we?”

She chanced a glance at his face and she saw his eyes go blank as he considered his responses to her, gaining a faraway look in a place unreachable to her.

Finally, he settled on an answer, and a satisfied light entered his eyes.

“Exactly that.”

Kagome didn't even bother hiding the puzzled look from her face.

“Huh?”

He lifted a single finger to brush a lock of hair from her face as he looked seriously into her eyes, “We are what we are. Whatever it is that we choose to be.”

Kagome furled a single brow, as if trying to make sense of what his very words really meant.

“And what do you choose?”

He gave her a self-serving smirk and pulled her close.

“I choose to keep you.”

Kagome snorted into his shoulder and he heard the question in her tone as she said, “Oh?”

“Yes,” he affirmed.

“And why is that?”

She felt him brush her bangs to the side with his nose as he pressed a single kiss to her forehead, drawing the silence out for a few minutes before he graced her with the inner workings of his own logic.

“...simply because it pleases me to do so, Kagome.”