InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The One I Need: No Regrets ❯ Control or Lust ( Chapter 1 )

AN// for those who read Dreams or Dreams come true this is the last chapter I wrote before deciding not to continue it. It was name trials due to the fact Hiei was to be tested how long he could control his youkai. Very first sess/kags fic. Be nice. I am warning you now this fic does have LEMON. So be warned….

Disclaimer: do not own.

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She didn't know how it happened. The feeling…moving as one…sweet pain diffusing. It was like nothing she had ever experienced.

She should feel a little shame but she didn't. She could have resisted, but she didn't. She could have stopped the whole thing but she didn't. She wanted it to happen. She wanted the experience he had given her.

The morning sun rose over the forest, peeking tiny rays into the hut. But why did she do it? She had no feelings for him. He was her love's rival…his enemy, and yet she felt something last night. Something she had never felt with the hanyou she so and had loved.

She turned to face her lover. He slept peacefully, his golden eyes closed. She extended a hand and gently removed a piece of silver hair. Her delicate fingers skimmed the pair of red stripes on his cheek. He had never turned his back on her after last night. Cold and ruthless, she had often thought. But after last night…

She removed her hand and traced the crescent moon on his forehead. He was gentle, soothing. He whispered kind words to her trying to make it as painless as possible, something she thought he could never do. Oh Kami, she thought. It was a mere miracle that he didn't tear her to shreds.

She sighed, removing her hand and placing it on her swollen lips. The figure beside her stirred a little making a small growling sound of disappointment and a little arousal.

Opening his eyes half way; he starred into a set of creamy, chocolate eyes filled with... filled with what? He slowly sat up, allowing the blanket to fall to his half naked body. His eyes never left the girl. Somehow his brother's wench had placed a curse on him of some sort. He was sure of it. He would never have bedded her especially after what almost happened to Rin.

Rin played happily with the toad like creature. "Master Sesshomaru," the creature cried.

Sesshomaru rested on the truck of a nearby tree. He watched the little human girl skip around his servant, Jaken, and tying him with pretty pink and yellow flowers. He couldn't help the smile turn in the corner of his lips. "Rin, try the white ones."

Rin looked at her father figure and smile. "Rin likes!!" she cheered grabbing a handful of white flowers. She placed each one carefully as if they could break any moment on Jaken. "Rin is finished." Jaken sneezed. So many flowers. How could his lord allow this pathetic human girl do this to him.

Sesshomaru quickly sat up and surveyed his surroundings. There was a demonic aura and it didn't please him one bit. "Rin, time to go," he said standing up. The little girl stopped laughing and ran after her lord. Then Sesshomaru growled unsheathing his Tokijin. "Jaken, watch Rin."

He leapt through the forest. The scent of his blasted half demon brother was overwhelming the place. He stopped, slicing a creature.

"You sonofabitch!" he heard a familiar voice.

"He heh. Inuyasha," said another voice. "You are so predictable. You really think this reincarnation of your ex-love will be able to save you?" the baboon covered figure lashed out in a wave of tentacles sending the hanyou back into a nearby tree.

"You…won't get away…with this…Naraku," Inuyasha said using his sword to get up.

Sesshomaru looked at the surrounding battlefield. The demon exterminator was slicing the tentacles and other minor demons with her giant boomerang trying to protect the fallen monk. The little kitsune was trying in vein to revive the unconscious figure as the raven-haired girl applied something.

Inuyasha stood shakily, holding the fang with both hands. "Die, Naraku." He ran towards the demon and with one final blow he sliced the puppet in two. "Damn it," he cursed. "it was just a puppet."

"A powerful puppet," said the exterminator.

"How's Miroku, Sango?" Inuyasha sheathed his sword as he walked over to the girl. "Hey, brat. The monk won't wake like that."

The small kitsune jumped and clung to the fire rat coat. "Oh Inuyasha," he cried. "He's dead!!" Inuyasha rolled his eyes as he shook the kitsune off.

Sango knelt down beside Miroku holding his shirt. "Please," she whispered sadly. "Don't leave-HENTAI!!" she kicked the 'dead' monk and he rolled several times. "My dear Sango," he said weakly, "How could you hurt the injured?"

Thus another love squabble went on as Shippo tried to stop it. Inuyasha sighed crossing his arms and walked over to the future girl. "Kagome, are you okay." The girl looked up and smiled. "Yeah. Just a little tired." She sniffed her clothes, "and dirty. Nothing a hot bath can't cure."

Inuyasha knelt down to her and held her in a tight embrace. "Mind if I join you?" he smirked. Kagome laughed then looked towards the trees startled. "What's wrong?" Kagome didn't answer and stood up, holding her bow and arrows. Taking aim she fired.

Clunk! A rustle was heard in the bushes and all fell silent. The trees started to sway back and forth as this erie sound started. It was high pitch, shrill like almost.

Out came a huge demon. It was like an elephant almost with tar like skin. It's back was filled with porcupine spiked horns. Its face was manned and distraught making Kagome want to vomit. Its paws were clawed and sawed and hacked and so mangled it was a wonder it could still walk. Its eyes were carnivorous, as it was yellow and piercing to the soul. It was like looking at a nightmare.

What was held in its mouth made Sesshomaru leapt out form the bush. "RIN!!" the little girl was filled with tears as she screamed and kicked violently, trying to break free. "Sesshomaru-sama!!"

Inuyasha unsheathed his Tetsusaiga. "What the hell is that thing."

Kagome aimed another arrow and fired. A stream of pink energy surrounded the arrow as it lodged itself within the creature. It reared its back in pain tossing the little girl to the side, blood trickling down her little forehead.

Sesshomaru lunged at the beast, his demon blood rising. How dare he hurt Rin. How dare that wench cause Rin so much pain. When he exterminates this pest, the miko dies.

He showed no mercy. The creature died most unpleasantly as demon bugs came and feasted on the spilled blood, torn flesh and overflowing innards.

He turned his anger towards the wench, anger clearly shown. Inuyasha stood in front of Kagome as Sango also came aiding the hentai. "Kagome," he whispered. "When I give the signal r-"

"No, Inuyasha," she said stopping him. "I won't run." She stood by him and look over towards the fallen girl. "I have to help her."

"I don't think that's wise Lady Kagome," said Miroku. "It seems Sesshomaru didn't like how you aided the girl. She's injured."

Sesshomaru lunged at the group. Inuyasha held up his sword blocking the blow. Sango used her boomerang only to miss as the demon lord dodged. Miroku tried to use his wind tunnel but the poison was still in effect.

"Kagome!!" Kagome eyes grew big as she fell backwards barely missing the poison of the demon. That was it. She got up and ran into the forest.

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Sesshomaru was mad. Mad like a bull. Rin was hurt thanks to that blasted reincarnation of that hanyou. He attacked the demon. Slicing him into bits. Using his nails to dig deep with in the flesh grabbing the heart. He twisted his grip snapping the creature's heart, smashing it into putty.

He turned his red gaze at the girl. How he hated her. He wanted to kill he. Slowly and painfully. Starting with her fingers. He would tie her down making sure her fingers were spread and carefully take a knife and slice a ring around each finger. Then her would go to her back. He would tear the clothes that covered her and use his nails to engrave that delicate skin of hers. Afterwards he would toss her into the worst dungeon where the rats would feast on her flesh. Finally, after her body has been gnawed, bodily scarred for life, he would do some mental abuse. Oh yes. He would torture her beyond compare then send her back to her love to have her heart finally crushed by the look he would give her after seeing her deformed body.

He charged at the girl only to be blocked by Inuyasha. He jumped back as the slayer came at him. He growled annoyed that he could not reach the girl. She would die by my hands, he thought charging again. His heighten nose caught a whiff of the girl retreating into the forest.

Jaken would retrieve Rin. Sesshomaru knew this since the imp valued his life too much. Sesshomaru dodge a wind scar and sped towards the direction the girl went girl.

She wasn't very quick and the direction she chose was terrible. It was within his borders, high guarded and not even Naraku could get in. she was scared. He could smell it and that is exactly how she should feel.

He had her pinned to a tree, his nails digging into her neck flesh. "When I'm finished with you wench, not even Onigumo (spelling?) would want you."

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Rin played around Kagome plaiting her hair. Kagome was very uneasy. She had been with the group for a week now and it was taking its toll. The first day, he had broken her arm. The second day, he had Jaken take her to see some demon who tried to mate her. The third, he raked his nails against her back. Fourth and fifth, she did not eat or sleep because of the immense pain form the eel demons electrocuting her.

"Kagome-sama, look at what Rin has made." Kagome looked up and held out her left hand since her other arm was broken. "It's pretty." Kagome was always on guard now. The little girl had in some way become like another child to her like Shippo.

Sesshomaru sat there, watching the two females at play. He had made sure the woman would suffer for what she had did to Rin and what could have happened if he was not there. But after all he had done to Kagome she never swayed. She stayed near the girl like a protective mother watching her cubs.

She just sat there in the white kimono Rin had asked him to get. Somehow she looked more mature…more desirable. Sesshomaru snorted. What does his brother find so interesting in human women? They are no more desirable than a dung beetle. He had no use for mating. The lord of the western lands did not need companionship. He did not need any female. He was fine the way he was. He was feared. And he wanted it to stay that way.

Kagome sighed and starred blankly at the demon across the meadow. How he despised her just because she was human. But he wasn't as cold as everyone says he was. She could see it, just like she saw in the hanyou she cared deeply for. He always placed on a mask to fool the world. But deep down, really, really deep down he was lonely.

"WAHHHH!!" Kagome shot up and surveyed her surroundings. Sesshomaru was already by her side ready to kill her if something had happened to Rin. The little girl rubbed her eyes and looked up at Kagome. "It's gone…"

"What's gone?" Rin held up her palm to reveal a dead baby rabbit. "Oh," Kagome said sweetly ignoring the cold glares from the youkai beside her. "It's okay." She bent down and sat cross-legged, patting her lap for the girl. "Don't cry, little one."

Rin cried into Kagome's clothes as she rocked back and forth rubbing her back. She whispered small words the lord could not hear that seemed to comfort the girl. She placed a cheek on the girl's head. Her arm began to hurt but she ignored it. No sense given the blockhead pleasure in seeing her pain. Seeing her weak. "I think its time for bed." Rin nodded. "Rin is not," she yawned, stretched, and blinked a couple of times, "not sleeping."

"Tell Jaken to take you to bed," Sesshomaru said. The girl nodded and went for her 'prey'. "Woman, do not baby her," he said coldly not looking at the girl.

Kagome got up and started to walk towards a small hut. "Answer when spoken to wench." Kagome paused. "I am no wench. I have a life. I-"

Sesshomaru grabbed her injured arm and jerked her into the hut. He pinned her to the wall blocking her way out. "What is it with you?" she snapped. He narrowed his eyes and stared deep daggers into the girl. She wasn't phased one bit but did the same to him.

Why did she make him want to ring her little neck but cannot? Why did she make him feel like taking her? Why did this wench have to be so…kind to Rin? All he wanted was for her to mess up and then he would have no problem in killing her. But when she plays with Rin it's as if, as if…he couldn't find the word but she made an impression on him. No matter how much pain he'd placed on her this past week she did not cry, she did not scream. She just held it in.

Kagome couldn't see it but he was battling with himself and losing. She just wanted to leave but something kept her here but what? She had no feelings for this mad man. She hated him. She was frightened of him for sure. But what kept her here? Rin. That's who kept her here.

Sesshomaru looked into the eyes of defiance. They held him in a trance like state. Something about those eyes…They were driving him mad. He couldn't stand looking into them but what made him look now?

LEMON ALERT!!!

He watched as she moved her mouth, gliding her tongue around pink folds called lips to relieve their dryness. He watched as she formed his name with that tongue of hers that seem to entrance him like some sort of dance. Wonder what they would taste like, he thought unintentionally. Damn this girl.

"Sesshomaru?" This was totally freaking her out. Why was he staring at her like that? She sighed. She had had enough for one day. Her arm was hurting although he had healed it with Tenseiga. "Look, I-"

Sesshomaru's lips came down upon hers like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't any normal kiss…oh no, far from it. What had possessed him to do such a thing?

"Hmm?" what was this? Had Sesshomaru finally gone mad? Was this a form of punishment? Kagome closed her eyes and tentatively raised her hands to his chest. It was firm, and well formed underneath his clothes. Her hands started to turn pink as it moved up to his missing arm. Slowly but surely his lost limb came back and wrapped around her waist pulling her closer.

He kissed her as if it was the most natural thing to do. Curse this…this what? Oh Kami, he thought. She was enjoying this. He could smell it and…what was he doing?!!!!!!

He pulled away breathing deeply. This woman had done this to him. Caused the most feared demon to be seduced. She stood there breathing heavily. Was this suppose to happen? They stared at each other for several moments but this time it was Kagome who moved.

Her lips touched his as her hands moved like water in a river around his armor. Was she also being possessed? It fell with a clunk unto the ground.

The fire in the side of the hut only increased intimacy going on within the hut, along with the ever-darkening sky.

She wasn't afraid. She wasn't delusional in what just happened between them a few moments ago. His top was bare now. His shoulders were broad. The muscles of his upper arms curved and cupped into them smoothly. The muscles on his chest could have been the handiwork of a sculptor's finger. He was lean, but every rippling cord was clearly shown. His chest tampered down to a hard flat stomach and an even trimmer abdomen.

Sesshomaru was intoxicated with her scent. It was poison…pure poison engulfing his sense of control and decency. He kissed her again. The curve of her body fitting him perfectly. Her arms wound around his neck pulling him closer. The intense warmth of him filling her.

He needed to stop and soon. His control he had work so hard to contain was starting to slip very slowly. He moved his lips to cover hers using his tongue to coax then apart. She opened her lips and his tongue entered the forbidden realm of her sweet cavern. Oh Kami, how sweet it was to him like honey. Deeper his tongue went tasting, feeling, exploring.

Curse this girl, he thought angrily. A gentle brush of lips… an exchange of breath. Angel soft but electric. Her arms tightened around him. He felt the press of her breasts against him and he nearly lost it. He had to stop now but couldn't.

Control was slipping like water through his fingers. Like sand in a time glass. As if someone tugged at a string Kagome jolted further against him, pressing in need.

He got lost, irretrievably lost, in her taste and her scent and softness. What powers she had on him. How could such an innocent child have this effect on him? A cold-blooded inu youkai for an entire lifetime and in a mere week change him somehow.

She was giving him permission to do as he wished. She needed to stop this. She must stop this. Holding her in his arms he moved over to the futon and knelt down placing her there.

His breathing was choppy and shaky. Control hung by a single thread. "Stop this… I can't now." He kissed her neck and she shuddered at the sensation. "This… is…wrong." He knew it was. No matter how strong the urge was he wasn't going to give in to his demonic nature in mating. Many females had tried to but failed so why was this one different. Was it the way she smiled at Rin, how she played with Rin…or was it how she filled the motherly feeling that he did not possess?

"It's not… wrong." She closed her eyes as Sesshomaru kissed the v-line made by her kimono. This is what she desired but she felt no shame in admitting it. She felt lost in the heated and ever increasing passion. "I don't mind." Damn woman.

All the objections he had lined up in his mind were shot down like targets in a gallery as he slipped the palm of his hand onto her back. He gentle caressed her back as his free hand began to untie the rope around her waist.

His body was on flame. He should be able to handle this type of heat being a demon lord. For the first time in his life the fire burning inside him was unbearable. The intense heat radiating from Kagome's body was igniting the flammable gases that have been confined within him and should stay confined. He was an explosion waiting to happen.

She raised her legs, cradling him between her. The kisses were like a bad dream. No matter how hard she or he tried they could never forget it. The caresses were like fever making her burn inside, turning her inside out. Consuming her, until she wanted nothing else. The warmth of him was like a forest fire running wild within her.

The thin thread of his control started to stretch.

" …stop this…" He moved his kisses lower. "Please…s-stop… this…" what was wrong with him? Was he, Lord Sesshomaru of the Western Lands, begging and to a mere human? His hand moved over her chest and downwards still. "Don't…make me…do this… to you." Make him. Now that's something. It had to be a spell she placed on him if nothing else. He had no feelings for this woman beneath him and yet this was happening.

The string was tight and now seemed to be on end. The darkness formed a romantic blanket over both. Making the intimacy even greater and more desirable. Damn it, he thought. The woman had him. Was this part of a plot this wench and his half-breed brother formed?

"I…don't want…it to stop…" Kagome said breathing uneven. Something inside her…something she couldn't quite explain…was longing to be filled. It was like a whole never quite filled with just hugs and kisses or 'I love you's. It was something every man was put on earth to do. What God intended for man to do after casting Adam and Eve out of the garden…reproduce and multiply?

Sesshomaru was going mad. Being torn in two by reasoning and lust. His body was aching in places he never knew existed for this kind of pleasure. Every muscle in his body was aching…aching. How could she do this to him! He's losing every sense of control he had worked to obtain throughout the years in this single moment of lustfulness.

He moved his hands from her back and caressed her thighs that rested on his waist. She whispered his name against his neck as he did hers.(is it just me or is it getting hot in here?) The way he said it…so full of emotion that she could have sworn that the man/demon here with here wasn't Sesshomaru. She looked down at him in the darkness. His eyes pleading for you to make him stop and yet at the same time not to.

"Make...me…stop…" he hands moved lower and ran up underneath the kimono feeling the heated flesh. The rope around her waist was undone and slowly slipping as with his control. He groaned softly as if he was in unimaginable pain. The road to hell was paved in silk. "Oh, Kami…make…me …stop…" His voice was husky and not above a whisper. He was starting to get desperate if he had to say that and right now he really needed to stop.

"...No…don't…stop…" She needed him now and not in a good way. Her body ignored the pain of her arm. The bruises, the cuts, the broken bone were nothing compared to the pain she felt that needed to be released at this very moment. "Free me…Sesshomaru." Oh lord, she did not just say that to him.

The string tweaked.

He raised the gown to her chest breathing heavily. His golden orbs piercing the darkness. He lowered his head and lazily glided his tongue over her stomach and around her bellybutton. Dang all this crap to hell, he thought slowly giving in.

She closed her eyes savoring the increasing intimacy. Her legs tightened around him as she heard him whisper her name. She felt him against her skin. Wanting…the arousal and increasing youkai hung in the air like a plague. She had the power to stop this and yet she won't. She wanted this. Wanted him deep inside her to fill that void that seem to be missing.

Curse the fates that have brought the girl here, Sesshomaru thought. What did he ever do wrong to deserve such a cruel punishment? This was a forbidden dance between an angel of God and one of Hades' servants. Banished from their rightful places they fled to earth to be together. She stripped of her heavenly positions and he stripped of the throne to rule over Hell. They gave up everything…even the life of a thousands years just to be together for a mere ten human years.

He was trudging on thin ice and oh, oh how he craved to stop. To put an end to all this. But he also wanted to feel. To feel the experience shared between a man and woman, male and female. God…how he hated her…how he cared for her and Rin.

The string slowly started to snap.

" …you're so beautiful…so beautiful…" he chanted over and over against her bellybutton, his hands moving like quicksilver acros, her body. He was even complimenting her? This had to be a spell…an extremely powerful spell. Was this how human males' felt or said before engaging in sexual activities? He wasn't a human; he was a demon and held no such emotions. But this moment was driving him mad. Was he saying these things to make this experience less painful for her…experience? He really was losing it.

She was itching for release and tightened her grip around him, gently digging her nails into his broad shoulder. Madness…complete and utter madness was happening here.

He groaned into her skin and pressed himself even closer, if possible, to the girl's body. She cupped Sesshomaru's face in her hands and pulled it close to her face away from her belly region. She planted small but powerful, sensual kisses on his face. Across his forehead…his nose…his cheeks…the corners of his lips… Nothing escaped her electric kisses. Perspiring like there was no tomorrow, Sesshomaru leaned into her neck placing his fangs into her flesh. He knew the laws of mating and marking. Someone…make him stop, he thought.

Damn it, he thought angrily. Where was that damn nimp when needed most?

The string of control was almost gone now. All that was needed was a small but powerful push to finally break and Sesshomaru was using every last strength he had left to hold his blasted fangs from marking Kagome.

Kagome was too lost to think straight. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. Her body was aching and itching like crazy. She wrapped her hands tighter around him, arching closer to close the smallest space between them. She felt it. His arousal…his need. The power was overwhelming that emitted from him. Was this what he felt? If so then only one thing she could do. She slid the kimono off her legs exposing the bare flesh against his bare back and deepening the fang nick in her neck by moving her head into his silver hair, the scent of her acknowledgement unmistakably and overwhelmingly known.

The string snapped…