InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Syndrome ❯ The Date From Hell ( Chapter 4 )

I do not own Inuyasha and Company, no matter how happy it would make me. Rumiko Takahashi does.

 

 

Chapter 4 - The Date From Hell

 

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`Her lips are so soft,' he thought as she placed kisses along the curve of the markings on his cheeks and on his forehead before returning to meet his own. His hands wrapped in her hair, holding her close while slipping his tongue out to taste her silky pink lips. She opened for him immediately and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, exploring and caressing every bit he could reach. Her tongue came up slowly to meet his and they battled for dominance until they had to break away, panting to catch their breath. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured into her ear before tracing the rounded shell with the very tip of his tongue. He felt her shiver in his arms and smirked. Apparently he affected her just as strongly as she did him.

 

Sesshoumaru led her from where they stood in the middle of his room to the edge of his bed, stopping to gently assist her in the removal of her clothes. Her body was perfect, full of soft curves and toned muscles. Her breasts were pale; her nipples peaked in her arousal. Once she was fully bare before him she laid back on his bed, just looking up at him.

 

“Well? Are you going to join me or am I going to stay here alone all night?” Her words made him realize the he was still just standing there looking at her. He undressed in seconds and was on her, kneeling above her prone form in a position that screamed dominance. Lowering his head, he took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, teasing each while tasting her flesh. It was just as wonderful as he'd imagined it would be. She moaned for him and he felt his already hard member throb painfully.

 

He kissed his way down her body, dragging his claws lightly over her skin, making her shiver delightfully. When he reached his destination he looked up into her eyes before snaking out his tongue and running it along her glistening folds. She was already so wet, and it was all for him, only for him. Her back arched as she gasped at the intimate contact. Sesshoumaru licked the length of her folds before slipping between them, savoring the flavor of her arousal. It was too much. He couldn't wait any longer.

 

She smiled up at him as he arranged himself over her body once more, this time kneeling between her knees instead of around them. He leaned back, catching an ankle in each hand and running his palms up the satiny skin of her long legs. When he reached her knees he lifted them slowly as she allowed him to move her as he wished. He glanced down and growled softly. He could see his hard cock just brushing her folds, so close to heaven. Pulling her knees up a bit further he positioned himself at her entrance and looked into her eyes. There were so many emotions in those eyes, like he was looking at her very soul on display. “I love you,” he said, his voice barely audible, before thrusting into her willing and waiting body.

 

 

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Sesshoumaru shot up in his bed panting, his body covered in sweat and his cock throbbing painfully. He glanced at the clock beside his bed, seeing the red numbers glowing 3:46. “Shit,” he growled. “Not again.” This was the third time this week that he'd dreamt of the girl! `This cannot continue!' he thought as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his length just like he had every other time this happened. The dreams started right before the school year started and he didn't know why. Putting all thoughts except those of her out of his mind he stroked himself. He closed his eyes and could see her again, just like she was in his dream, completely bare and laid out before him like a sacrificial offering. It took less than a minute for him to reach his release, his entire body tensing before every muscle in his body relaxed like he was melting.

 

He'd been thinking, trying to figure out how to deal with the dreams, trying to understand what they meant. He could see her body. He could see her eyes. But never in all the dreams had he ever seen her face. He was certain that it was the same girl in all the dreams though. He knew her body so well by now that he could never have mistaken it for another. He didn't know who she was, but she felt so familiar, like he should know her.

 

His words in the dream disturbed him. `I love you' was not something he could see himself saying, but every single dream without fail he had proclaimed his love for the mystery girl in some way. The dreams weren't exactly the same. Sometimes the scenery was different. They'd been together on the couch in the living room, on the dining room table, on the kitchen counter, on the washing machine, and just about any other possible surface in his home. Then there were the one's at school. They were on a desk, in the shower in the locker room, in the cafeteria, in the library, everywhere.

 

He'd recently begun to consider that perhaps the dreams were a kind of sign, his body telling him he needed release. They wound him up, made him painfully aroused, and even when he masturbated the pressure never fully left him. `Perhaps it is time for this Sesshoumaru to find a female worthy of pleasuring me. Perhaps if I were to have sex then the dreams would stop and so would this unbearable frustration.' He wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep, he knew, so instead he lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling and running through a mental list of the females in his school that were attractive enough to be bearable. None of them were as beautiful as the girl in his dream, but she was just a dream, a figment of his imagination, something his subconscious created, so he would have to settle.

 

He couldn't believe how tired he was. It was getting harder and harder to drag himself out of bed in the morning, harder to stay awake all day which had never before been a problem. He'd almost fallen asleep in math class last week because he'd awoke from his dream at one that morning, unable to return to sleep like always. He refused to allow it to happen again. He was a serious student and he would not allow his grades to slip because he was horny. So it was decided. He would pick a girl that was passable, at least moderately attractive, and he would fuck her. Then everything would be fine once again. At least he thought it would…

 

 

 

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Megumi couldn't believe how lucky she was. The cutest boy in school asked her out! Out of all the girls in the school he picked her and she couldn't wait. She was the envy of almost every single female in their high school. She'd been nervous all week, wondering what she should wear, where they were going, and what would happen. Would he kiss her? What if she didn't know what to talk about? What if he thought she was boring? Would he want to do more than kissing? She had no idea, as no one had ever gone on a date with Sesshoumaru Yuzuki before. She was going to be the first!

 

Finally Friday had rolled around and he was supposed to be picking her up in less than ten minutes. The girl was standing in front of her mirror in her room, tugging at her clothing nervously and constantly rearranging her hair. She had to look perfect for him. This was going to be the best night of her life.

 

 

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He was tired and cranky. Yes, the great and powerful Sesshoumaru was cranky. The girl he'd chosen had been hanging all over him all week, asking inane questions about what color clothing she should wear. It didn't matter to him. He didn't give a flying fuck what she had on as long as she would take it off. He'd been awoken early this morning by another dream, this time at 2:16, and like always he hadn't been able to fall back asleep.

 

When he arrived at her house he hadn't even made it halfway out of the car before she'd come running out of the house at high speed, making him wonder how in the hell she could walk, let alone run in the ridiculously high heels she had on. Ever the gentleman, at least when people were around to see, he'd gone around and opened the car door for her. If he wasn't worried about people seeing him being rude he would have simply honked and waited. When he reentered the car and turned they key, apparently the girl thought that was the signal to go because she'd started talking the instant the engine turned over and barely paused for breath the entire way to the restaurant he'd chosen. It wasn't too fancy but it certainly wasn't a burger joint either. He'd held back an arrogant smirk at the way her eyes widened as they were led to their table. Apparently she was impressed.

 

As soon as they were left alone at the table her babbling resumed and he found himself wishing for a pencil or and ice pick or anything that he could shove into his ears to make himself deaf. He took the time to look over his choice. The female, Megumi, held some similarities to his dream girl. She had black hair, though it paled in comparison to his dream girl. His dream girl's hair was so impossibly black that it was blue and his date had brown eyes while his dream girl's were the most amazing gray. She was shapely enough, he supposed, but she was nowhere near as curvy or toned as his raven haired seductress. He fought back a sigh as he found himself wishing that he wasn't here with Megumi but with the girl of his dreams, if only she existed outside his mind.

 

Megumi thought that dinner had been wonderful while Sesshoumaru was just grateful to have survived without killing either her or himself to end the torture. He was ready to drop her off at her house and drive off as fast as he could, maybe move to a foreign country to ensure that he never had to hear her voice again, but he stopped himself. He needed this girl because he sure as hell didn't want to go through another night like this with a different girl who would probably be just as bad as this one. No, he'd suffered through dinner and survived with at least a portion of his sanity. Now it was time for part two of his plan.

 

He didn't drive her home, instead headed to a park that he'd overheard other students saying was `the place' to go for privacy away from the prying eyes of parents. He glanced to the side and looked her over once again, seeing her blush as she recognized where they were, but she did not protest. He parked the car and turned the key to the utility position so they could still listen to the radio without the engine running. He wasn't about to waste more gas on this night.

 

“Did you enjoy your meal?” he asked while staring out the windshield at the trees further into the park.

 

“Oh yes! I've never been to a place like that before. Thank you for taking me.” The last was not much more than a breathy whisper. He heard the rustle of fabric telling him she was moving and he glanced towards her again, finding that she'd unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted closer to him. Before he knew what was happening she had her lips on his and her hands buried in his hair. He wanted to snarl at her. Not only was she touching his hair, something that no one was ever allowed to do, but she tasted horrible! Really, had the girl never heard of breath mints? He fought the urge to gag as she tried to force her tongue into his mouth but stilled as he felt one hand slip out of his hair and down his chest.

 

She couldn't believe she was kissing the Sesshoumaru Yuzuki! His lips looked so soft she couldn't help herself. Soon her right hand was running across his chest, tracing the amazing muscles she'd known he would have under that shirt. He seemed to relax as she continued, so she took it as encouragement, her hand now slipping down to brush over his lap. She moved her fingers teasingly over the front of his pants, waiting to see if he would stop her. When he gave no resistance she began kissing down his cheek, running her tongue along his stripes and feeling him shudder.

 

When he felt her tongue on his markings he shuddered, but it was not in pleasure. The oddest burning feeling was spreading through his stripes from her touch, like his body itself was repulsed by her touch. But he was determined. This was the only way he could think of to end the dreams so he could sleep again. He didn't move as she unzipped his khaki pants, slipping her small hand inside. `Soon everything will return to normal,' he thought. `Soon the torture will end and everything will be right again,' he repeated in his mind over and over like a mantra.

 

She was in heaven! She couldn't wait to tell everyone that she got to touch him! She slid her hand into the front of his pants, expecting to find a very large erection, very large because she could imagine no less from such an attractive male. She was rather disappointed to find a, while still quite large, very flaccid penis instead. Determined to do this right she slowly began to stroke it in an attempt to please him. If she did well than he would keep her around and she would become the most popular girl in school overnight.

 

When she touched him, he actually felt his penis shrivel in retreat at the feeling. Her hand wrapped around him and stroked but nothing was happening. He just wasn't getting aroused. He looked down at her and saw the question in her eyes. “Put it in your mouth,” he ordered. In seconds her face was in his lap and she pulled him into her mouth, sucking insistently. Still nothing happened.

 

She was confused. Why wasn't he getting hard? Was she doing something wrong? Was she not sucking hard enough? Or was she sucking too hard? Was she not pretty enough? She didn't know what to do, but she kept trying.

 

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, blocking out the image of the head in his lap in an attempt to just feel. It felt odd, not at all pleasing, and he still wasn't responding. After another minute he snarled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her forcefully off of him. As she slipped back into her seat looking very confused he replaced himself in his pants and zipped them up, trying to straighten them as much as possible.

 

“Sesshoumaru? What did I do wrong?” she asked in a small voice.

 

“Apparently everything,” was all he said before starting the car. Nothing else was said by either Megumi, looking near tears, or Sesshoumaru looking incredibly pissed. When he stopped in front of her house he didn't bother to get out an open her door. “This Sesshoumaru will be kind and tell no one of your rather embarrassing failure,” he snapped at her. She was out of the car and in her house in moments. He shook his head and looked down at his lap for a moment before pulling away from the curb and driving home.

 

He found himself feeling slightly guilty for upsetting her, but he could not allow her to tell the entire school that he couldn't get it up. Her believing it was her fault ensured no one would ever know. He didn't understand what happened. Almost every night he was awakened from the dreams so aroused it hurt and he was forced to take care of it himself, no matter how disgraceful he thought it was. But when he had a real warm flesh and blood girl rather than something he'd imagined he got nothing. Was it even possible for a guy to stay flaccid during a blow job? He didn't think so but it happened.

 

But there wasn't anything wrong with him! It got hard just fine during his dreams. What if he was no longer able to get aroused normally? What if he would only ever get a hard-on in his sleep? The idea terrified him and he decided he didn't want to know. Sesshoumaru decided that night that he wouldn't be taking any more girls out. It was horribly boring and irritating anyway and if word got out that he couldn't get a stiffie he would be laughed out of the school. No matter how much people respected and feared him he knew that it would mean nothing in the face of his inability to perform.

 

 

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Two months had passed since then, the dreams slowing over time. He'd only been awoken once this week, something he could handle. He wasn't so exhausted anymore and he could focus once again. He'd done his best to block out the memory of that night and the date from hell. He'd told no one and apparently neither had she because he never heard a word about it. She also never looked him in the eye again. Thankfully she was only in one of his classes, but he passed her in the hall every now and then and every time she saw him she looked down and away, as if afraid to see how he might be looking at her.

 

He wasn't looking forward to today. It was his worthless half brother's birthday and of course his father insisted on throwing the pathetic little cretin a party. As if that wasn't enough, he had been informed that he would attend whether he wanted to or not. So he would be subjected to unending torture all afternoon and evening as the fool and his friends did whatever pathetic beings such as they did to celebrate.

 

Apparently his brother had made a few new friends when he'd started high school this September. He'd seen them a few times but never paid much attention though he knew there were two males and a female. How a female could stand his half-brother's presence he didn't know and he didn't really care either. The female was a miko, which was strange on its own as most miko would rather be caught dead than be seen associating with demons. But this miko had welcomed the hanyou into her group which included one monk, which was just as strange as the miko, and a human who bore a demon mark but held no demon energy to explain it.

 

All three were certain to be there, but Inuyasha wasn't satisfied with a small party with his closest friends. No, Inuyasha liked to spend his daddy's money. `And of course Father lets him,' Sesshoumaru thought to himself with a sneer pulling at his lips. So not only had the hanyou's friends been invited but every single person in the ninth grade at their school which was over a hundred, perhaps closer to two hundred, individuals. His father had hired caterers and entertainment; the grounds around their large manor-like home were covered in tents and decorations. Hell, it looked more like they were holding a wedding than a sixteenth birthday party. Either that or a circus. Really, he would be happy just staying in his room but his father had made it more than clear that he would not only be present but be sociable as well, something his father should have known he was incapable of. `This Sesshoumaru does not associate with people of such a low caliber. It is disgraceful and offensive that he expects me to behave like the hanyou. I refuse,' he growled at his thoughts.

 

He cringed as he heard the doorbell ring, which was quickly followed by the sound of the half-breed racing down the steps. He didn't even need to open his door to know who had arrived. No, his brother's yell of “Kags!” said it all. The miko was here, and if she was here than the other two were as well as it seemed she went nowhere without them.

 

He could hear laughter and he raised a brow. Perhaps his brother had fallen on his face and embarrassed himself? And he missed it! The thought of having missed such an amusing incident caused him to rise from his chair and head slowly down the stairs. There was still laughter, and rather than the sound grating on his nerves it sounded like music. He found himself feeling almost lighter as he listened to it. He moved a bit faster now. He needed to see the female that could produce such a beautiful melodic sound.

 

He turned the corner and saw his brother spinning in a circle with a female held in his arms bridal style while she laughed and begged him to stop. Apparently she was getting dizzy, though he would have been more surprised if she hadn't been with the speed the fool of a hanyou was spinning her at. He couldn't even see her face, they were moving so fast. He glanced to the side, sensing the presence of others watching the spectacle as well. There, leaning against the wall with smiles on their faces were both males that associated with the miko. But that meant that the female Inuyasha was handling so carelessly was the miko. Finally Inuyasha slowed and walked a few steps as if intoxicated before plopping down in a chair, settling the girl in his lap.

 

“Damn it, Inuyasha! The room's still spinning! I know you're excited and all but geez! I think you've already had more than enough sugar today and you haven't even gotten into the cake yet!” She paused for a minute before searching the hanyou's face. “Or did you? If you got into that cake Inuyasha, I swear…” she said threateningly.

 

“Chill out, wench. I didn't touch your precious fucking cake.”

 

“And if you keep up that attitude you won't get a piece at all! It took me a whole week to find the perfect cake for your birthday. The least you could do is appreciate it.”

 

Sesshoumaru observed them in silence as no one had noticed his presence. He watched as Inuyasha leaned down and kissed the girl's forehead. “You know I do, wench.” She blushed brightly and Sesshoumaru felt something. Something shifted inside him, something he'd never experienced before.

 

Kagome reached up and rubbed a silver puppy ear, the part of him that announced to the world that he was a lowly half-breed. He'd never seen Inuyasha allow anyone to touch them. They were like targets on his head, drawing attention and taunting. He hated them. But there was this girl with amazingly black hair and a brilliant smile sitting in his lap and rubbing an ear like it was an everyday thing. Maybe it was. Sesshoumaru found himself contemplating the few times he'd seen the four together and realized that he'd never paid much attention since he did his best to pretend that his half-brother didn't exist. Somehow, at some time or another, his brother had gotten over his own self hatred. He looked happier than he'd been his entire life, and Sesshoumaru knew instinctively that it was all thanks to this girl.

 

He watched as she slid out of his lap to her feet. “Well, where is it? I wanna see!” Inuyasha laughed before standing. He bent down quickly and before she knew it, Kagome was being held over his shoulder, her legs firmly secured by the hanyou's right arm.

 

“Come on then. I'll show ya.” Sesshoumaru watched as Inuyasha turned and tilted his head at the two males. They both moved to follow, the monk more quickly in an attempt to catch up. A smack was heard followed by a squeal as Miroku took advantage of Kagome's ass in the air. As Inuyasha turned again Sesshoumaru caught sight of that ass and long legs before the group disappeared into the kitchen.

 

Sesshoumaru had to return to his room. He had a bit of a problem. The sight of that girl, with impossibly black hair, bright eyes full of laughter and life, and an amazing looking ass in a pair of very tight jeans caused something to happen that hadn't before. He found himself with an unbelievably insistent erection that was caused by a real girl while he was awake! He made his way up the stairs quickly; knowing that there was no way this one was going away on its own. Finally, it seemed, his odd issue had been resolved!

 

 

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Author's Note:

 

Megumi - blessing

 

Yuzuki - gentle or superior moon