InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Shed a Little Light ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Smut Alert! For the edited, slightly less smutty version of this chapter, go to my FFnet account and follow the links. My eternal gratitude to thyme_cat for betaing this fic and also to those of you who messaged me with suggestions. I think I forgot to mention that in the notes of the last story, and for that I apologize. And, last but not least, thank you to dsm1980 for the jump-start to my muse!

 

Thanks to all of my reviewers on Mmorg: docbevculver, thyme_cat, ashtonreed, White Luna

 

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Disclaimer: I do not own any character created by Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Chapter 3

 

Kagome was rudely forced awake for the second time that night, but instead of by heat, it was by a chill that seeped into her bones and settled in the marrow. Shivering and wishing that she'd dried her hair before going back to bed, she curled deeper in her sleeping bag and peered into the darkness, wondering why something felt so wrong. Several groggy moments later, she realized that her fire had gone completely out, accounting for part of the cold that was numbing her body. The other part made itself know with a glacial rumble.

 

“You let him touch you.”

 

Gasping, Kagome sat up and glanced frantically around in the inky blackness. Of course there was nothing to see: storm clouds blocked what little light of the moon there would've been and even the embers of her fire were cool and dark. “No!” she squeaked in the direction she thought he was.

 

Another low growl raised the hairs on the back of her neck. “You reek of musk and the half-breed.”

 

Finally finding her voice in the face of his accusation, Kagome hissed back, “He jumped me while I was sleeping and dreaming of you!”

 

The air seemed to lighten, the chill leaching slowly out of the hut in the silence that followed. Not liking silence of any kind, Kagome sought to fill it. “I didn't let him do anything and nothing happened. His brother....”

 

“Half-brother,” the voice was not quite as frosty as before, but was still a far cry from the sensual timbre she was used to.

 

“What?” her train of thought was derailed, hijacked, and robbed by that simple comment and she stared blankly in the darkness, wondering what on earth she had been about to say and why her lover knew or cared about the degree of fraternity shared by the two males.

 

Something scuffed in the darkness and a puff of warm air hit her neck. “You mentioned that they were half-brothers.”

 

Oh. In the cave. Right. “Yeah, but…” she murmured as the warm pads of his fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her head still as a wet tongue slid into the ridges of her ear, sending the partially formed question skittering into the dusty, cobwebbed corner of her mind. Reaching out, her fingers met cold metal, still slick with water, and she growled softly in frustration. Her lover snorted, an amused sound that dispelled the last vestiges of chill in the hut.

 

Clawed fingers wrapped around her own, guiding her hand to the leather straps that held the metal in place and with more than a little fumbling on her part, she managed to get him out of the flesh-numbing stuff to feel the damp fabric underneath. Tugging apart the material until she found bare skin, she rubbed her cheek against the hard planes of his chest. She'd wanted this so badly; she felt heavy and open and was shaking with anticipation of him filling her.

 

“What?” she asked breathlessly, his question not having penetrated the fog that gripped her brain. `The ties to his hakama. Finally!'

 

“His half-brother, what did he do?” he nipped her ear as he whispered.

 

“He…” It was just so damn hard to think, but Kagome did her best because she was the eager-to-please kind of girl, spitting out a hasty summary so that they could move on to more important things. “…pulled him off me and disappeared with him.”

 

Trailing tingling kisses down her neck, he paused at the junction of her throat and shoulder, biting lightly. “You are not concerned he will return?”

 

“What?” she gasped, her head lolling to the side as tremors rolled through her belly. He? Which he did he mean? She reached her goal and ignored the question, wrapping her hand around the thick, turgid length between his thighs. Squeezing with all her paltry human strength, she let him know what she thought of the current conversation. He groaned, a deep rumble that quickened her heart's beating.

 

His claws were on her hip, tugging at the elastic band of her panties, and she wiggled as she rose to a kneeling position, climbing out of the garment and into his lap. Wrapping an arm around her back, he guided her up and over him, his mushroomed tip prodding her entrance, but didn't give her the satisfaction of sheathing his sword. She pulled off her shirt, baring her flushed skin and moaning as his silky lips brushed against the sensitive peaks of her breasts. Whimpering quietly as he teased her folds and tongued a nipple, she buried her fingers in his hair, peppering kisses across his smooth brow and wondering at the softness of his skin beneath her lips.

 

He rolled his hips, just enough to ease his head into her body and then stopped, leaving her shuddering and yearning for more. Groaning, she tried to lower herself but his arm held her like a vise.

 

“Human, do you not fear to couple with a demon?” His voice was a husky whisper against her breast, prickling the flesh with goose bumps that he teased down with a stroke of his tongue.

 

Wasn't it sort of late for those kinds of questions? Kagome let her head fall back and shook her unruly mane of hair. “No…”

 

“Even knowing that I hold your life in my claws?”

 

Wait…was that `No, I don't fear even though you hold my life' or `Yes, I don't fear…' Damn it! In a fit of frustrated lust, she tossed away the questions as irrelevant and made a fair approximation of a growl, tugging on his hair as if it would somehow draw his cock into her oh-so-ready body. The being beneath her snorted, a short sound that could almost be taken as a laugh. `Why is he so talkative tonight, anyway?'

 

“A bit eager, aren't you?” he asked, his tongue twirling around the bud of her nipple. Without further ado, he released her back, impaling her on his impressive phallus without warning. Kagome screamed at the invasion, stretched painfully taut but desperately needing more. He gave her no time to recover, digging his claws into her hip and shoving her up with the force of his thrusts as he bit down on her nipple. The sticky trickle of blood down her chest went unnoticed as she screamed her pleasure to the roof of the darkened hut, her fingers twisted in his hair, holding his head to the wounds he was creating.

 

That wonderful tension was coiling in her abdomen, tightening as he forced her body to accommodate him, pushing against her organs and stomach muscles such that she could feel his length moving within her on the skin of her belly. Each unified rock of their hips brushed against her swollen clit, sending heady tremors of delight dancing through her limbs. Finally, his fingers clamped down on her hip, pounding her onto him with a speed and ferocity that she couldn't match, his balls slapping between her spread cheeks. He slammed into her sweet spot and she exploded, gasping and flailing as she lost conscious thought and the world condensed to his teeth, claws, and cock.

 

Still, he pressed on, the points of his nails drawing blood where they held her hip, his fangs buried in her breast almost as deep as his rod, or so it seemed to a shaking, shouting Kagome, whose orgasm had receded, leaving her ticklish and twitching. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lowered her face to his throat and bit down hard, pressing her blunt teeth into the skin and drawing trace amounts of blood. He shouted, drawing his teeth out of her sore tit and crashing her down on him so hard that she was positive that his dick had relocated her womb two inches to the left.

 

Pulsing within her and panting against her chest, he chuckled quietly. “You bit me.”

 

Nibbling at the tiny cuts she'd made, she wiggled her hips, satisfied by his sharp intake of breath and reflexive thrust. Viscous fluid began to seep down her inner thigh where they were joined. “So did you.”

 

Chuckling again, he lapped at her oozing wounds as he lowered her backward against something soft, probably her sleeping bag. She felt a pang of disappointment until she felt him settle next to her, drawing her against him and nuzzling the mark on her breast. Cuddling up to him, sighing in contentment, she brushed a hand down his chest, imagining in her mind the chiseled muscles she could feel through her fingertips. They bunched and jerked under her gentle caress and a warm glow blossomed in her chest, a feeling of power and something else that she couldn't identify. Whatever it was, it was wonderful and scary at the same time and she knew that she couldn't go long without the touch of this man.

 

“When will I get to see you? I mean, really see you?” she whispered into the darkness, her hand creeping lower to grip his now flaccid penis and give it a tender squeeze. He growled lightly and it twitched in her hand, blood filling it as she playfully tugged.

 

“I doubt you would like what you saw,” his answer was sarcastically amused and a little self-deprecating.

 

“Impossible,” Kagome murmured as she gave it a final, fond squeeze and withdrew her hand, snuggling into the crook of his arm and blinking as drowsiness snuck into her brain and started turning off the lights. `I should give it a name,' she thought, `since I don't know his.'

 

“Do not try.” Those three words hung in the air like the rumble of snow before an avalanche, promising devastation at the slightest provocation. At first, Kagome's sleep-addled mind thought he was talking about the naming of his organ, but soon recognized the warning for what it was and dropped the issue, content to rub her cheek against the satin skin of his shoulder.

 

“When will you come again?” she asked around a jaw-splitting yawn.

 

“When it is convenient for me to do so.”

 

“Mmmm.” Kagome remarked, not fooled one bit but too far gone in oblivion to call him on it.

 

XxxxxxxX

 

Kagome drew a deep breath of fresh morning air, marveling at the deep blue of the sky and cottony whiteness of the clouds that littered it. It was as if someone had taken a Brillo pad and scrubbed the earth of its impurities until each leaf and blade of grass sparkled and shone in the early morning sunshine. Everything seemed cleaner somehow, fresh, new and wonderful. Everything, that is, except for the figure trudging toward her, mud caking his red garments and silver hair.

 

Unfolding from her seat on the edge of the hut's stoop, she shaded her eyes and tried to determine whether or not he was hurt. He'd been gone all night; her lover had left while she slept and it was a little unnerving to wake up alone. She hadn't begun to worry about him until after breakfast, for the hanyou never missed a meal by choice. She still wasn't that worried; Inuyasha was strong and a good fighter. The last time he and his brother had fought, he had cut the guy's arm off, so he'd probably be able to hold his own. `Besides,' she thought as a worm of guilt buried its way through her stomach, `it's nice to have some peace and quiet, not to mention privacy.'

 

The guilt intensified as he stumbled a step, then continued with a slight limp. She took off at a sprint, a concerned frown knitting her eyebrows. “Inuyasha! Are you okay? What happened?”

 

The hanyou snorted under the deluge of questions, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling into the forest. “The bastard beat on me, then led me on a wild goose chase through the mountains. I've been chasing my own tail for hours!”

 

“That's…uh… that's terrible,” Kagome scrunched her nose as she tried to fit the mighty Lord Sesshomaru into the role Inuyasha had just described. It simply wasn't like the youkai to play games that didn't involve death or maiming. “Why would he do that?”

 

“Keh. Don't know; he didn't say,” Kagome rolled her eyes at the hanyou's biting sarcasm.

 

“Yeah, but he had to have a reason.”

 

“A bastard don't need a reason to be a bastard.”

 

“Why didn't he just kill you?”

 

Inuyasha shot her a dark look and Kagome realized with a start what that must have sounded like. “I didn't mean-“

 

“Keh. Forget it. He'll get his: watch me give it to him.” He stalked past her, pausing to sniff at her before moving on. Kagome stepped backward and glared at him as she remembered what his brother had interrupted the night before. Apparently, he remembered too, because he blushed and refused to meet her eyes.

 

Scowling at his back as he stomped toward the hut, Kagome called after him. “You promised to take me home, remember? I don't want to turn the forest upside down just so that you and your brother can see who gives who what!”

 

“Half-brother, wench!” He spun on his heel and fixed her with furious golden eyes. “Are you saying you don't think I'll kick his ass?”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes and suppressed the urge to stomp her foot. “That's not the point!”

 

“The hell it isn't!”

 

“Osuwari!” she flung back, seeing that this particular conversation was heading nowhere fast. “I'm going home and there's nothing you can do to stop me!”

 

XxxxxxxX

 

`I want to go home,' Kagome wailed silently to herself as she struggled to read her biology text by the light of their reluctant campfire. Wet wood just didn't burn very well, a fact that she had pointed out when he had insisted they camp instead of press on to the well. Not even a good sitting would convince him to change his mind and she seriously doubted that they had traveled any closer to the well.

 

At least she wasn't alone with him anymore.

 

Raising her gaze over the edge of her biology text, Kagome couldn't help the softening of her eyes or the warm little smile that stole her lips. He was just so cute sitting by the fire, his fluffy red tail twitching slightly as he chewed on the fish that Inuyasha had provided for dinner. Inuyasha hadn't wanted the kit to follow them, but Kagome saw him as a godsend: a chaperone who would prevent the horny hanyou from trying anything funny.

 

It hadn't helped her any that she'd told those horrible Thunder Brothers that Inuyasha was her lover, though he'd adamantly denied it. What a jerk, especially after that stunt he pulled in the hut.

 

`He won't try anything with Shippo around,' she thought as she turned back to her biology book. `In fact…' she arched a speculative eyebrow as the little fox child caught her attention once again, `I bet I could get him to run interference for me. It's not like he has any great fondness for Inuyasha with the way he's been bullying him.'

 

At least the hanyou's mood had lightened; the shards they'd collected from the Brothers had pleased him immensely, finally overriding his acute embarrassment over his little scene when he thought she had died. She'd seen a different side of him in that moment that he'd grabbed her wrist as she stood in the protective foxfire. His eyes had become sharp with fear and loneliness, desperation and regret marring the overconfident lines of his body. Once he'd realized that she was not dead, he regressed back to his usual Insufferable Jerkiness, but she had seen his moment of vulnerability and would always wonder what he had been about to say.

 

A log in the fire popped like the report of a gun, startling her out of her musings and sending her heart to tap-dancing school. Once it had slowed to a more sedate pace, Kagome closed her book and addressed the newest member of their little group.

 

“Shippo? I think it's time you and I had a bath.”

 

The kitsune dropped the slender bone with which he had been picking his teeth and gazed up at her with glittering, emerald green eyes. “Really? Is Inuyasha coming?”

 

“No, it'll be just the two of us,” she sent the hanyou a speaking glare and picked up her backpack.

 

He must have seen something new and determined at the backs of her eyes, because he only crossed his arms and harrumphed. “Well don't come crying to me if you get yourself killed.”

 

Kagome decided against pointing out the silliness of his comment for the sake of an easily won victory. Gesturing to Shippo to follow her, they left the camp with springs in their steps and bounce in their tails.

 

Yet another secluded Japanese hot spring ringed by dense foliage and rugged boulders, it released sultry steam into the moonlit air that caressed them with ethereal fingers. Sighing in pleasure as the slippery water soothed her skin and sore muscles, she watched with an uneasy smile as the kit bobbed on his back in the water.

 

“Shippo,” she said finally, wondering how to say this.

 

“Yeah, Kagome?” with a quick kick of his feet, he propelled himself to where she sat.

 

“Shippo,” she started again hesitantly. “I, um…well,” she took a deep breath. “You see, I meet someone periodically…not Inuyasha…”

 

He raised a bushy eyebrow, somehow looking older than his slight stature should allow. “Does this have anything to do with the demon standing behind those bushes?”

 

She followed the line of his pointing finger, and then quickly glanced away, just in case it was her lord and he hadn't quite hidden himself. Closing her eyes, she tried to reach out with that elusive miko sense that everyone (except Inuyasha) swore she had. A faint, familiar tingle crept over her skin and she shivered despite the warmth of the water. “…um, yeah. How do you know he's there?”

 

“He's hiding his scent and youki but any full demon would know he's there. But not some half-breed.” Green fox eyes caught the starlight, mischievous and calculating. “I think I can assume that Inuyasha doesn't know.”

 

“…no.”

 

“And that you don't want him to know.”

 

“No!”

 

The kit grinned and tapped the pads of his pruning fingertips together. “So what's in it for me to keep quiet?”

 

“I'll bring you candy…sweet stuff from my home. Like nothing you've ever had before!” Kagome suggested hopefully, fully aware that she was bribing a child with sugar to have some alone time with her lover.

 

His eyes twinkled merrily though his lips settled into a puckered, suspicious pout as he swam toward the bank and pulled himself out of the water. “It better be good.”

 

Kagome nodded vigorously, “Oh, it is!”

 

Shippo just shook his head and padded out of sight, throwing one last comment over his shoulder. “Two hoots of an owl means he's coming.”

 

Kagome couldn't help the grin that cracked her face as she heard a quiet splash behind her. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against a hard chest and breathed in the scent of wet dog.

 

 

 

A/N: I also wanted to thank who ever nominated “Darkness” and this fic for Single Spark's annual awards. You guys rock.