Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha.
Lips met in a frenzied hurry, desperately trying to feel the lips they sought. Hands roamed where everywhere they could reach. Clothes came off quickly, skin being exposed to the chilled air that surrounded them. The coolness that touched their flesh being replaced by the heat the other gave them as bodies pressed flush against each other. Moans and naughty whispers filled the space. They moved in a perfect motion, pleasure being given and received. They brought each other to nirvana as their end was finally reached. Heavy breathing heard as they had a moment to collect themselves. Just the slightest of touches, or their lips meeting once more was enough to get them started again. It seemed to be a never ending cycle.
Shouts and curses were thrown out and returned with just as much passion. They struggled, shoved, and grabbed the other with the intention of being heard. To get their point across. Frustrations rose, anger becoming apparent as they continued back and forth. They breathed heavily as if in battle. They fought hard. Just as hard they loved. Words were thrown around carelessly to land a hit upon the other, hoping to wound and hurt. Words they would later come to regret, but anger blinding them in this moment. Words they really didn't mean.
Which often led to them claiming they were through with trying. Their pride not letting them reach out to the other. To go after the person that chose to walk away. Pride not wanting them to be the first to break. It seemed to be a never ending cycle.
Of course, someone had to break. It was inevitable. The anger would fade. The silence that came with being alone speaking volumes. The warm body they missed not there to reach out and touch. The anger would turn inward, feelings of regret making itself known. A desire to right the wrongs that was bone deep.
They always found a way back to each other. Didn't matter how. They told the other of their revelations, and promises were made. Love expressed as they enjoyed having the other back in their arms again. It was easy, forgetting why they were even mad to begin with. It suddenly seemed so small. Not having the other besides them being the reality check they seemed to need.
Over and over they did these things. Over and over they reunited. It was just how they worked. Ingrained into them to their very core. It seemed they didn't know any other way. Even in the madness. Even through the anger they drove the other to. Beyond the hurt they felt at the hands of the person they cared for the most. The thought of not having the other there at all served as their light at the end of the tunnel. The shining beacon that they often found together.
They would continue on this path without a lasting solution in sight but that was okay. It was their normal. They accepted whatever came with being with one another. It was just how they worked.
It was a never ending cycle.
AN: Just a little short that popped into my head. I've already thought of some oneshots based around this whole darker love concept. What did you think?