Title: Addicted

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

"Why are you here again?" His fingers encircle her throat and press hard to her skin. "Why?" his usually cold voice becomes a muffed hiss as he bares his fangs.

Same place. Same time. She came again.

As if he didn't tell her not to. As if she didn't understand him. Why?

Her eyes never leave his face. She stares at him. Even now, as she feels that her skin almost brakes under his claws. She stares back at him in silence. Her eyes, wide and teary from fear and shock freeze him. His rage sinks under the dark light of her gaze. He inches closer to her face, now she can feel his breath on her skin, and he can see a reflection in her eyes. His reflection.

And then he realizes, the look in her eyes mirrors him. Why are you here? She silently asks, and he finches. After all, he is the one who asks questions, she should stay silent. But no, not her. Even like this, with her body against the tree and her throat squashed breathless, something within her screams at him, and he listens. "Why?" This time it is a sore whisper, so quiet that almost inexistent… And he knows that he could never do that, that he could never take her breath, since it was too precious to him. His hands relax but stay firm pressing against her skin, as if he wanted to keep the chance of killing her, as if he wanted to prove that he could if he wanted to, as if he didn't want to break the contact with her, "Sango…" his voice dies in his throat and only his mouth form her name and release it in the cold night like a spell. "Now I can't let you go, not ever."

His voice becomes dark and whispery against her skin, and he presses his body to her harder. With each his word and each vibrating growl, something within her moves and trembles in the rhythm of vibrations of his voice. I am here because I am yours, every nerve of her body is tensed like a string.

She feels like one of the leaves, shaking on the wind, connected to its tree by one thin link. And this single and so fragile bond is everything the leaf needs to live. Like her needing him. And she knows that the moment he leaves her, she will fall, torn by harsh wind and taken away, she will die.

She looks at him and feels the dying pressure against her neck, but she does not care; even if his hands were to take her breath from her, even if he hurt her. All she knows is his touch; all she cares are his hands on her skin. She looks at him and takes a deep breath.

He looks at her and does not dare to breath. Her skin, her shivers make him envelop her in his arms and take her. Again.

So that is how you change. So this is how you abandon vows of hatred and become drawn in her warmness, her strength, her love. So this is how you crave … And this is why he comes here every night, for her. He needs her, he knows. Not that he would ever admit it aloud, not that he would even verbalize this need in his mind, but the feeling is there. Always. It presses and persists within him growing with each day like a rising storm.

You are mine. He doesn't say that, he probably doesn't even think that, but he feels and she knows. This is whom you belong to. I now. And I am not letting you go.

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A/N: I am looking for a beta for my next (longer) story. Please contact me if you are interested. AM