Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tit for "Tet" ❯ Chapter 1

This is one of my older writings, but it seemed pretty popular on AFF.net, so I thought I'd spread the smutty jam on Mediaminer's toast. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. Daydreams about a naked Youko fanning me with palm fronds is another matter entirely.

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Tit for "Tet" by Swasdiva

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What was better than having sex with Inuyasha?

Having sex with someone who looked like Inuyasha, which should’ve been hard...

...oh yes, very hard...

“Ah! Yes!” she threw her head back and cried.

...yes - very, very hard to do, unless one was in the Sengoku Jidai, where apparently beautiful, towering demon males with impossibly long silver hair and brazen amber eyes dotted the lush landscape like the daisies Rin always picked - the kind Kagome wasn’t supposed to know sometimes decorated Sesshoumaru’s hair.

She had always thought Sesshoumaru beautiful, almost mesmerizing, but even in his seductive, impressive maleness he lacked the one - or should that be two - things that wrung the womanly wetness from her core like the saliva of Pavlov’s dog.

Rewarded with a slow suck and nip on her clit - was she always this easily manipulated? - she moaned, twisting and plucking her fingers around the twin furry ears perched upon the silver-maned head currently buried in her pussy. They, her only weakness, flicked purposefully along the sensitive skin of her thighs and the sudden ‘ding’ she felt building inside sounded eerily similar to a tuning fork.

“He does have me trained like a dog.” she thought aloud.

“A fox, my dear,” he purred several pitches below the normal timbre of his baritone voice. “Do not insult my species.” She felt his sculpted lips pull into a teasing smirk against her slick skin as low laughter rumbled against her nub, earning him another strangled gasp for his ‘efforts’. A long, firm tongue darted out, pressed and twirled her clit firmly into the surrounding engorged lips and she came, screaming, around the two fingers he already had curled and rubbing against the nerve bundle inside.

“No,” she panted, “Not you. The dog. Me. I’m the dog. Me.”

“You?” he smirked up at her with glistening cum trailing down his jaw. “I guess that explains your panting.” When she ignored him, he realized her drowsy eyes lazed directly on his lips and his sultry smile broke into a full, lecherous grin. He extended his tongue slowly down the curve of his chin, gathering up each drop of moisture and sucking it into his mouth. She shuddered and wheezed again, and suddenly a fresh, warm coat of sticky sweet cream splattered against his adam’s apple.

“Is that all it takes to make you cum?” he drawled seductively. “Wanton bitch.”

“Yes,” she whined, ignoring what would’ve been an insult coming out of Inuyasha’s mouth.

...mmm, coming...mouth...

“I’m your little doggy bitch.”

With her head thrown wildly back, raven hair splayed out like a blown dandelion...

...uh-ha, blown...

“My turn, then,” he murmured.

...she missed the slight raise of his eyebrow at her unchecked, highly erotic words. With the ease of her tremors, the immodest flush of her breasts, the dirty talk still spewing randomly out of her mouth...

...gods, spewing?...

...his cock was rearing like a very large cub ready to play. He didn’t crawl over her so much as slide, making sure to bring every sinewy, rippling-hard muscle of his in contact with every one of her warm, soft curves. The pulsing head of his member trailed a salty line of precum around and up her belly, between the swell of her breasts, in the valley of her clavicle and finally up and over her chin to rest invitingly on her parted lips. Curious and hungry, her tiny, pink tongue flicked experimentally on the tip and he growled so deep in his chest she could feel it shake his cock against her mouth.

“My, you are an eager little puppy, aren’t you, now?” he cooed, low and husky. Grabbing a handful of her black hair in one strong hand, he reared her head up until her mouth engulfed his shaft. Kagome squealed timidly around his throbbing cock, making him shudder.

Seeing such a great and powerful youkai momentarily vulnerable made her feel extremely proud of herself. Insignificant little Kagome had made such a breathtaking, irresistable creature weak, however fleeting it was, and that was enough for her to forget any mortification she should’ve been feeling at that very moment.

Hell, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t done enough already...

“Here’s a treat for my little bitch, since she’s been so good. Do you like your treat, bitch?”

...so where was the shame in sucking the demon dry? Lips instinctively tightened, puckered and bobbed, bathing his engorged cock with saliva and slurping from it like a straw, while petite hands followed divergent paths to his large sack and tight buttocks. At the feel of his groan reverberating in her mouth, Kagome almost smiled, losing her suction, but instead she opened her eyes and watched, enraptured, as the fox demon’s guilded yellow eyes glowed from beneath messy, sweat-clumped silver bangs. He stared at her, ravished her with his eyes and ears focused keenly on the hypnotic sway of her head and the magic of her hands until even he couldn’t contain a grunt at the sudden swell of his penis. Golden eyes closed as his head lulled and he came so hard she nearly choked. That same strong hand gripped and held her there until every last spurt was down her throat, and finally at the last little twitch, she gave in to that egotistical smile.

“Did you find that amusing, my pretty little bitch?” he panted.

“Nuh-uh,” she giggled as her tongue finished off stray splatters of his cum, “I found it tasty.”

This time she didn’t miss both eyebrows shooting straight up under his unruly bangs in surprise. She giggled again like a schoolgirl.

“Who’s panting now, cub?” she scoffed. Immediately he regained his composure.

“Do I sense arrogance in those words?” he warned, eyes darkening in lust. Suddenly any courage she had turned tail and fled.

“Um,” she squeaked, “Maybe?” He snorted.

“I thought so.” Firmly and quickly, he removed his large hand from her hair and pulled both of her tiny wrists above her head, drawing his taught body evenly down hers like a wide, stiff paintbrush. Demon skin lit human skin on fire and she promptly melted.

“Where is your arrogance now, little girl?” he teased with his velvety voice as his other hand teased her nipples erect. She sighed and keened, again acting every bit the spoiled little puppy until, in her throes, she instinctively arched her hips against his regenerating erection and felt him grunt and stiffen.

That gave her an idea.

“I think that arrogance,” she swerved her hips to the left; he bucked, “is right about...” she rounded her pelvis right and her hip bone connected with hot, throbbing steel.

“...here.” she thrust up. Her hooded eyes dipped down smuggly to indulge in his comeupance, except of course, this was the demon master of lovemaking - or so he had introduced himself - and comeupance is rarely an expression worn by a lovemaking master, demon or no.

But that feral grin complete with long fangs shining, now that should’ve been expected.

“Oh...no...” she gulped. Lowering her hips, she curled her knees as far into the fetal position as they would go, which wasn’t very far considering they were trapped between two long thighs made of granite.

“Oh?” he leered, leaning his entire body down and forward. ”Oh..h..ho, yes.”

As wet and horny as she was, there was nothing to prepare her for the sharp, tearing pain of his demon-sized cock taking her in one quick stroke. Even a seasoned sex veteran would have trouble accommodating him, but her virgin body couldn’t decide whether the rigid head rubbing against the gate of her womb was the most excruciating pain or most immense pleasure she’d ever felt.

In between shallow breaths she noticed that he hadn’t moved since entering her, and she dared to look at him, irrationally afraid of the sneer she expected there. So she just lost her valued virginity to a demon she met this morning, nothing could change that now, but please, please no scorn. She suddenly imagined the moist grass underneath her a cheap brothel imitation of a geisha’s fine silk bedding.

Of course, fox are unpredictable, so perhaps she should’ve expected instead the strange softness dancing with the lust of his piercing gaze, just because it was so ridiculous. No one else but him could’ve made it seem so natural.

“I should’ve remembered,” he murmured a hair’s breath from her lips, “how tiny you are.”

She whimpered.

“Follow my lead and I’ll make it up to you.” Done with his version of an apology, his low voice caressed the valley where neck met shoulder and he released her wrists to sweep his arms under her behind and around her torso. He languidly kneeded the flesh there, pulling her hips up until the head of his penis kissed that same pulsing bundle of nerves his fingers had tickled only moments before.

Her body made its decision. Hot and needy, the pleasure of his member rubbing against that spot dismissed any feeling that didn’t involve his rough hands on her tits, his searing mouth on her skin, or the gentle tap of his balls against her rear. Slowly, deliberately, he glided his cock in and out in short, progressive strokes, working her body into familiarity with his. Slowly, pleadingly, she complied. With each breathless, feminine sigh his thrusts built in length and demand.

“By the gods,” he groaned, “you are so tight.”

She moaned and thrashed in a decidedly inhuman way.

“And so wet,” he growled. The sticky fluid squishing around his cock coaxed him deeper and urged him faster. Snarling, his beast sprang forth with an overwhelming desire to dominate the writhing vixen beneath him. Two long arms slid up her thighs to hook under her knees and throw them over his shoulders, lifting her ass high in the air as he loomed over her, driving his rigid length into her maddeningly.

She screamed his name to the stars. He didn’t realize she remembered his name.

For some reason that mattered.

Stopping suddenly, and earning a very vocal protest from the beauty underneath, he leaned over to kiss her. Their passion reignited instantly and he gripped strong palms on her opposing hips and flipped her on her knees. Leaning over he nipped her shoulder as tendrils of silver spun silk billowed over her nape and collarbone, and without thought she returned the affection with her hand gently stroking one cotton-soft fox ear.

The sounds of night stilled in the sudden height of intimacy.

“Little vixen,” he whispered, his voice gravelly, “Look ahead of you.”

Was that a field of his silver hair splayed out before her? No, its sheen was too dull. A leaf landed on the silver mirror and it rippled, reminding her of the tranquil hotspring she’d found yesterday morning, the serene place she thought secret enough to grant the kiss offered in exchange for the sword stolen by the fox demon earlier that afternoon.

It was the very same spring they knelt by now.

She felt his hands, still at home on her hips, push her gently forward until she met their reflection undulating in the rippling water, moving as if he was already driving into her. Without thought she reached to stir the water again, aroused beyond belief at nature’s visual insistance.

To think all of this should’ve only been a kiss. To think she might actually be grateful it had quickly avalanched into more.

“Now,” he guided her wayward hand back to his ear, “tell me what you see.”

The water stilled and stood flawless again as he sheathed himself to the hilt in her pussy. His thrusts were forceful - deep - but still that long, slow taunting that had her dripping and snarling in frustration. She bounced her hips insistantly against his pelvic bone, but true to his nature as a fox he did what no other red-blooded male would do and stopped her.

“Ah,” she growled in frustration. He chuckled loudly.

“What did I tell you, pretty?”

“What are you babbling about?” she tried to twirl her hips around the staff stretching her insides until his claws dug into her flesh.

“I told you,” he commanded gruffly, tweaking her left nipple for emphasis, “to tell me what you see.”

She blinked. A tanned, tapered hand gripped her chin and turned her head to survey the surrounding glade, ending its tour at the reflection in the hotspring.

“Tell me.”

The proverbial lightbulb went on.

“Oh. Alright.”

“Good girl.”

With eyes fixed on the couple staring back from the steaming spring water, Kagome watched the fox’s hands smooth themselves up the slight curve of her stomach, over the planes of her ribcage, and:

“Your hands are on my breasts...”

“Yes?”

“And,” she shuddered, “A..and, they’re..oh!” He stopped.

“Continue.”

“And, they’re squeezing them together, and around. A..and, they’re pulling my nipples, and pinching them.”

He pumped faster.

“Your hands are so big, so powerful. They’re making my breasts bounce, and push together until my nipples are almost touching. Ah!”

His dick twitched against her inner nerves and he shoved himself in hard. The hand she'd occupied with his ear pulled and the other dug blunt nails in the muscle outlining his hip, just for leverage, of course.

He moaned aloud.

“And..FINALLY..you’re pumping into me, from behind...ah, I can feel every inch of your hard cock in my soaking wet cunt...”

He slammed into her repeatedly, in a frenzy, and she almost toppled into the spring, losing her grip in various and sundry places. It gave him an excuse to trap his forearm under her chin like a vise and pull her flush against the solid, chorded muscle of his chest.

She screamed and he went even faster.

“Don’t close your eyes, Kagome,” he growled through clenched teeth, bending closer to the water but keeping skin sliding against sweaty skin. Blue eyes hooded in ecstacy drifted open on command and peered over his near choke-hold into the guilded pond. With the full moon moving high in the sky, the clear view of their heated sex melted into rutting shadows and outlined the wide breadth of his shoulders in a halo of moonlight. She knew he was tall, impossibly strong and deliciously sculpted, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the majestic vision of his size dwarfing her in darkness. The impressive shape of his body tapered like a mountain turned on its peak, and those slim hips pounding with wild abandon barely concealed the firm curve of his ass or the fluff of his downy-white fox tails. His gruff snarl rose above the shadows with enough momentum to disturb the peaceful water.

“Tell me what you see, Kagome.”

“I see,” she panted breathlessly, “your shoulders tensing as you slam your hips against mine. I see your arms convulse around my neck and I feel your cock do the same inside me. Ah...ah, yes, hold me still, it makes me so wet!”

He yanked her hands from his ears and cuffed them behind her back with the warning pinch of his claws.

“I see the red glow of your eyes and fangs almost as long as your cock. I see your snarl and your hair wrapping around me, touching me like a thousand more hands. My tits are bouncing so much it hurts; your thrusts are so powerful. I see you fuck me. Yes! Fuck me hard, Youko. Fuck me, please! Make me cum!"

“As you wish, my lady.”

With one final, shuddering thrust his cock exploded inside of her and their snarling screams battled like beasts to dominate the night air. Mutual orgasms echoed between their sweat-soaked bodies. Loud cries gave way to wheezing sighs, and desperate strangleholds loosened into soothing exploration as the fox leaned them both down onto the moss-covered embankment. Laying gently between the curve of his arms and the tickling softness of the moss, Kagome realized her current position hid the perfect view of their reflection.

But positions didn’t matter much when her eyes were still shut tight in the throes of bliss.

...mmm, positions...bliss...

“That’s not fair, you know.”

“Pardon me?” he snorted indignantly, “What, pray-tell, don’t you think to be fair, little girl?”

“I can’t see our reflections anymore.” she groused, “and, well, I miss it already.”

“Might you try opening your pretty eyes first?” he teased. She huffed and then, emotions turning on a dime and perplexing him all the same, smiled deviously.

“I don’t have to do what you tell me anymore. We both got what we wanted. We’re finally finished.”

“If we’re finished, then why so desperate so see my body again?”

“Wha?” she stuttered and flushed crimson as his low, jovial laughter rumbled against her shoulders, “That’s..that’s not why I wanted to see it, you egotistical bastard!”

“Oh? How conceited to only enjoy your own naked body.” He propped himself up on one elbow and nuzzled the crook of her neck, making her gasp. “Although I will admit, it is a beautiful one.”

She arched slightly and almost rolled around to begin the ‘exchange’ all over again.

“Almost as beautiful as mine.”

And roll around she did, quickly enough to slap him out of his self-appreciative reverie. Laughing heartily, he scooped her against him, pulled his skimpy haori over every strategic part it could cover and draped lazy arms snuggly around her middle.

If she wasn’t so in awe of his laughter, she would’ve scooted away. Convinced that the demons she’d met previous to him had taught her everything she needed to know concerning demon culture, she never knew one could laugh so freely. Even in her wildest dreams it never sounded so beautiful, and then she scowled, because he was right.

He was worth admiring.

Dammit.

“My dear, are you going to stare all night?” he smirked with golden eyes closed.

She huffed again, so affronted.

“Or,” golden eyes snapped open and slate grey eyebrows wiggled suggestively, “is that an invitation?”

She never had a chance to answer when he rolled her on her back and pinned her beneath the iron anchor of his body. Not that she minded, really. That laughter of his was a drug.

Surely one more try wouldn’t hurt.

Except it took more than one last try to sate them both, and by the time they finally succumbed to slumber Kagome had been de-flowered several times over. A few hours later dawn was breaking through the forest canopy and refracting its natural alarm clock off the ghostly steam rising languidly from the hotspring. Sunrays bouncing off the warm, comforting mist poked her eyelids, prodding them open a bit too much like her mother would on a rare, normal schoolday. The minute they opened, however, she was convinced she was still dreaming. How else could she explain waking up entwined with the hottest male specimen to currently grace the planet?

Breathless moonlight visions groped along her memory, making her shudder at the remembered heat of the night before. A particular demon ‘sword’ came to mind, and it wasn’t Tetsusaiga.

Oh...wait...

Tetsusaiga.

Suddenly it was very easy to explain why the beautiful demon male slept peacefully beside her, about as easily as she could explain why Tetsusaiga, ugly, rusted and useless, lay a scant few feet from their makeshift bed.

“AH!!!” she screeched. “It’s morning already!” She ‘eeped’ as a very male arm snaked its way around her waist, scooting her back enough for the fox to lick the dimples above her tailbone.

“So it is.” he mumbled and stretched like a cat.

“I’ve got to get back to the village!” She squirmed uncomfortably, already feeling the familiar heat pool deep in her abdomen and dreading - anticipating? - a repeat of last night.

“What’s your rush?”

“Hello?” she snapped, finally wriggling out of his grasp enough to turn and wave an irate finger in his face, “Inuyasha needs his sword back! You know, the sword you challenged him for? The sword you subsequently stole right after you knocked him unconscious into the ravine?! It’s a wonder you didn’t kill him with those freaky poison plants of yours!”

“That wouldn’t have been very smart of me. Would I have gotten that kiss you offered if I’d killed him?”

“Kiss?” she seethed. Her left eye began to twitch, and he had enough sense to back a few inches away. “KISS?!? You took a little bit MORE than the kiss I promised!”

“You didn’t seem to mind.” he shrugged.

“Well, I should have. You took something very precious from me, and I can’t believe I let you! I bet you put me under one your stupid fox spells or something.”

“I thought about it, true, but after a few advances it wasn’t terribly necessary.”

“So I’m just a whore, then? Just some damn human whore?” She cried, and his nonchalant smirk fell into a serious frown. Hard golden eyes were understanding and defensive all at once.

“What did I do to make you think such a thing?” his voice was softer than intended.

“I was a virgin, Youko.”

“Oh,” he blinked owlishly, rubbing the back of his head like he had just realized a sacred, unfathomable truth. Maybe he was wiser than he looked, more sensitive, more caring...

“You sure didn’t act like one.”

...or maybe he wasn’t.

“WHAT?!” She howled. He wasn’t that callous, was he? “Couldn’t you tell when you first, you know, entered me?!”

“I simply attributed your discomfort to our differing size.” Another lazy shrug.

“Well, you were wrong, you stupid fox! And now I really AM a whore!” Tears came unbidden, drenched in anger not directed at him, but at herself. After all the depraved, sluttly things they did, was she honestly so dense to think he’d feel sorry for her being loose and irrational?

But he was quite the fox, and since she hadn’t learned after two previous examples, he surprised her again.

“Don’t be so foolish,” he sighed gently, “You did nothing wrong.”

It was her turn to blink owlishly, and her breath that fled at the feather-light brush of his fingers gathering tears along her cheeks. Her own fingers suddenly itched to remember his fleeting tenderness in the shadowed steam, but she settled instead for a watery smile.

“Inuyasha isn’t going to see it that way.” she sighed. The slight quiver in her voice made him irrationally angry.

“Why do you care what he thinks?” his voice was harsher than intended, and she flinched.

“Because,” she paused, twiddling her thumbs under the intensity of his glare, “Because, I just do.”

For the briefest of moments she wasn’t sure why.

“Oh,” he nodded, fully understanding and suddenly sounding very wise.

With a dramatic sigh he pulled them both up to stand, heedless of their nudity, and as if he’d forgotten everything said since morning broke, he laughed like a scoundrel at Kagome’s sudden modesty.

“Damn fox! Just hand me my clothes and keep your mouth shut!”

“As you wish, my lady.” Memories of that same phrase resurfaced suggestively, as he intended, and those same exquisite, slate grey eyebrows wiggled at her full-body blush. He sauntered over in naked, unabashed glory with her clothing knotted in one enormous hand behind his back, and then wheeled around, playing like a cub when she couldn’t decide which hand should reach and which should attempt to cover her breasts. Growling, she caved and dove with both hands for the wrinkled clothes, snatching them away as he chuckled outright.

“You truly are a sight, little girl.” The glade illuminated with his smile, outshining the morning sun. She blushed again, humphed and shrugged on her clothing, or what was left of it, considering roughly one-fourth had been lost to his impatient claws.

“Great, just great!” Her scream shook the birds from their perches, and nearly ruptured his sensitive eardrums. Flattening his ears, he glared at her as he tied his hakama.

“What’s your problem now?” he cringed.

“I can’t go back like this! As if Inuyasha didn’t have reason enough to yell at me, if he’s even awake yet, now I come back looking like I wrestled with a potato peeler!”

“What exactly is a potato peeler?”

“WHO CARES? You owe me now, fox! I gave you MORE than what I promised in exchange for the Tetsusaiga! It’s not fair that you literally shred my last bit of dignity!” She raged. He stretched out his tall frame deliberately, pompously looking down his nose in a perfectly smug imitation of Sesshoumaru.

“Tit for tat, my darling. Or should I say, your ‘tit’ for his Tet–”

“Shut UP, you hentai! Do you have to be so crass?! Just because I thoroughly enjoyed every vulgar thing you did to me last night doesn’t mean you have to rub it in my face!”

He tensed.

...Rub...in her face?...

‘Oh lord,’ his budding erection warned, ‘please calm her down before it’s too late.’

“Kagome,” he soothed, walking close enough to smell her hair and trying desperately to ignore how his dick stood up to greet her pleasant, burgeoning scent. Still, when he touched her and felt the heat seep from her skin in all its angry beauty, he couldn’t help the shudder that ran through him, and he sighed almost to himself.

“Of all the reactions I stir in you, anger is certainly one of the most becoming.”

She gulped.

...Be...coming?...

‘Dear gods,’ her soaking panties mused, ‘what were we angry about again?’

She had no idea.

“So,” he began again. Large, lazy feet had him circling, corralling around her, “No hard feelings?”

...H...hard?...

She discreetly glanced down at his crotch.

That was a ‘yes’.

“Um, sure, no.” she tittered. Hot liquid suddenly dribbled down her thigh and she squirmed, thoroughly mortified and hoping against hope that he wouldn’t do exactly what he did next, which was involuntarily scrunch his long, elegant nose in a delicate sniff. As if knowing it would scar her further his eyes and his smirk widened in a hungry, leering taunt, goading her into yet another searing blush that, this time, dipped so low it was lost in her cleavage.

“Who’s the hentai now, my little vixen?” Those painfully perfect eyebrows arched lewdly again, and she fumed. A tantrum was brewing, whether from humiliation, indignation or both, she didn’t know, but when his words sank in it died instantly. She first stared at him in awe, which put him on edge, and then smirked beguilingly, which nearly made him bolt.

“So I’m a vixen all of a sudden?”

Catching his breath, he stopped himself from doubling over in laughter. Maybe she missed that same affectionate slip last night, being as caught up in the throes of passion as she was. Strangely, he didn’t know if he was relieved or perturbed at that thought, so he decided on being crabby.

“Weren’t you the one complaining about my being crass?”

Caught in her own trap, she blanched. “Uh, yeah...”

“Well, I think, for the most part, vixen suits you much better than bitch, don’t you?” And the upper hand was his again. It should’ve felt more satisfying.

“I...”

For reasons she couldn’t express his blunt words struck a deep, painful chord. She’d been so used to hearing the phrase that even though it hurt, she accepted it as the only way she and Inuyasha could form anything resembling friendship. She’d put up with his habit for so long that she didn’t know if it was an insult or an endearment. After all, Youko called her a vixen, and he was a fox. Granted that sounded much sexier, but was Inuyasha’s skewed remark referring to her in the same way?

He observed, scowling, as the mixed emotions flittered across her pretty face, knowing full well whom she was suddenly thinking of and why. Something raw and dark that he only felt when a rival captured his intended bounty sizzled through his veins, and visions of doing more than knocking the ignorant inu-hanyou on his ass lurked behind the frustration aimed at his own disturbing thoughts.

Since when did he begin to see this frail human girl as more than a brief tryst? When did the fiery little wildcat become more valuable a prize than the demon sword he stole from her ‘lover’?

“I don’t know what to think anymore.” she whispered, dissolving his darkening thoughts into one cohesive purpose.

“I know you think yourself in love with the mutt, Kagome, but you’re hardly a bitch.”

She gasped. Intense amber eyes met glossy sapphire and held them. Time stilled indefinitely as doubt gave way to possibility, gave way to wonder, gave way...

“Hey, wait a minute!” The tantrum was back, pounding at the base of her skull as she pounded her meager fist against his chest. “How am I supposed that take that? Are you complementing me or insulting my humanity? Do you think I’m not good enough for him, is that it? I’m not ‘dog’ enough to be his bitch? I’m too human to be worth anything?! Didn’t seem to bother you last night, you smug, arrogant bast–”

He didn’t waste time to answer, didn’t give her any more time to combust as he brought soft, deceivably delicate lips upon hers in a ghost of a kiss. Time stilled again, anticipating, and anger gave way to desire, gave way to comfort, gave way...

“You’re not worthless, Kagome.” he whispered against her mouth, and brought one hand up along the slope of her neck to cradle her chin. They watched each other, barely breathing, for what could’ve been years, but was most likely minutes. When his body parted from hers the rush of unidentifiable emotions was so compelling she feared he’d leave with more than just her virginity. He stepped further away and a bittersweet pull tugged mercilessly at her heart.

That intense pain...

Was she...falling in love with him?

Dozens of tiny, twinkling sun reflections glinted off the soft gold of his eyes and trembled across his high checkbones, drawing her attention down to something shimmering between his clawed thumb and forefinger. Blatantly, he hid his palm behind his back and the warm energy pulled again.

Wait a minute...

She pulled the shard vial out from under her shirt so fast the leather chord threatened to snap. Bringing the bottle up to her eye level, she carefully counted each precious shard.

One. Two. Three. Four...

The sunlight twinkled again, this time blinding her as he lazily flipped her missing shard from finger to tapered finger like it was nothing more than a dirty quarter.

Five...

Oh gods, no.

“I’ll just hang onto this,” he winked, “until we meet again.”

She answered with her mouth hanging open oh-so-attractively, no doubt catching flies.

“Till then, Kagome,” he smiled seductively, assuredly, and instantly, he was gone.

“Dammit, no!” she shrieked, “Come back! Youko! DAMN YOU!! Come BACK!!!” He was gone, the shard was gone, and she might as well consider her luck and virtually pain-free life gone, too.

“Inuyasha’s gonna kill me!!” she wailed.

Oh...right.

Inuyasha.

The moment Youko had kissed her so lightly that she barely believed him real, all heavy thoughts and tarnished memories of Inuyasha simply ceased to exist. Golden eyes surrounded by enviably long silver hair and impossibly soft animal ears had only ever belonged to a devastatingly sexy demon fox. She admited it was cliché, but he awoke the woman in her with a confidence she wasn’t sure the inu-hanyou posessed.

She had always imagined, always hoped, that Inuyasha would’ve been her first. But was she sorry he wasn’t? On one hand, was she ready to throw away her year-long dreams for a fleeting, meaningless trade of one precious comodity for another? But, was it really so meaningless? Furthermore, did she think having sex with Inuyasha was supposed the be the greatest thing that could ever happen to her?

Really, what was better than having sex with Inuyasha?

She wouldn’t know, but discovering Youko Kurama made for a damn good guess.