Tangled In Lies
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Well it's been three weeks! Sorry my gorgeous, and most beautiful reviewers. I have been very busy. I cannot stress how busy I have been. For example, I just found out a week ago that I am pregnant! Woo. Finally. And it kind of gave me pause and made me happy and all that junk, but anyway, I am returning most of your demands, and writing the next chapter. Please, enjoy, because you might have to wait two more weeks for another one. =) But I'll try to write another one Tuesday night. Here it is, the long awaited sixth chapter… But not before what happened last time. =D
Oh… I kind of pushed PG-13 to the limits in this chapter, but I must tell you… the story IS rated M.
Quote: The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
Kagome:
She giggled. She guessed he wasn't good with gratitude, but she felt him squeeze her hand in return, and her smile grew.
She had never felt so free, and she let go of his hand and walked to the edge, staring down at the tree's that seemed to be miles below. They looked like clouds and she found herself wanting to see if they were as soft. She shook her head and turned around to say something, only to find herself falling backwards. Sesshomaru reached out, and grabbed her into his arms, pulling her against him. The rocks crumbled on the edge and he jumped back, taking them a safe distance away. He frowned, staring at the ledge where Kagome had just stood.
That had never happened before, and he pondered the reasoning as to why the cliff's edge suddenly decided to break loose. Water eroded everything with time it seemed. He looked down at Kagome, who blinked at him. Her eyes were slightly misty but she said nothing, just blinked again. His hands found the sides of her face, and he leaned his forehead against hers. "You are alright."
"I know."
"Why are you upset?"
"You are perfect, I told you before. It's not fair. I feel so hideous compared to you."
"You are not. You are beautiful."
"I…" She stopped her reply and stared into his golden eyes. "Thank you." She whispered. "Thank you." Her hands clutched his shirt and he got lost, kissing her lips with such tenderness that she wanted to cry.
It seemed there was more to Sesshomaru than met the eye.
Sango:
"I'm sorry… it's just, I just woke up and I can't remember things very well. My head hurts really bad." She murmured. Miroku frowned and reached out, touching her forehead as he sat up.
"You feel feverish. I will get you water and some aspirin. Stay here." He murmured, and stood. The blanket fell down and Sango's face heated up as she saw Miroku's naked body.
"Oh my god. Put on some clothes." She said, covering her eyes with her hand.
"That's not what you said last night." He called as he leaned down and lifted his boxers and slipped out of the room.
Sango fell back, hugging the blanket to her chest. "I cannot believe that we had sex." She whispered to herself, and closed her eyes. She remembered kissing him, and fumbling around with clothing, before a ripping sound came to her mind. Her eyebrow twitched. He had ripped her dress off, leaving her no clothing to wear home. She groaned.
This was perfect.
She hoped Kagome was having a better vacation then she was.
This Time:
Chapter Six
Perfect
Kagome woke up to a light coming in through her window. 'This feels familiar.' She thought, sitting up. She scratched her head and looked beside her to see Sesshomaru sleeping bare-chested. She blushed. His hair never seemed disorderly, and it still seemed to be true with how it was sleeping. His eyes were closed, and she had to resist the urge to touch him, and his hair.
She didn't though, and found herself brushing her fingers along his cheekbones, and running her hands through his hair. It was silkier than she had ever imagined. She sighed in delight, before she realized his eyes had opened and he was staring at her. "Is it just you, or does every human woman have an obsession with my hair?"
"Everybody does." She giggled, combing her fingers through his hair again. Sighing once more, she made a move to pull back but he grabbed her wrist. "Yes?"
"Do not stop." He murmured, shifting his body and laying his face in her lap. She blushed, and started combing her fingers through his hair again, moving it away from his back. She realized just how well defined Sesshomaru's back muscles were, and slowly her hands strayed from his hair to his shoulders, marveling in the texture of his skin. His muscles jumped wherever she touched, and her hands began to wander past his shoulder blades, running her palms along the length of his spine and back up. Her body heated up and she heard a noise come from Sesshomaru. He sat up, grabbing her hands in his and pushed her back against the bed. His eyes held red flecks, making her breath catch. He sniffed the air, before sniffing her body slowly. When his nose got to her stomach and started going lower she started to struggle against him. "You are ripe."
"I'm what?"
"You are ripe." He repeated, eyes focusing on her. His nose quivered, and magenta covered stripes began to appear on his cheeks. A blue crescent moon became visible on his forehead, and Kagome watched the golden eyes start to bleed red.
"No, Sesshomaru." She whispered, panic seizing her. He inhaled deeply near the base of her abdomen, and she began to struggle more, her heart clutched in terror. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly when she felt his lips press against bare skin on her abdomen, when the shirt had strayed up with her struggles.
"I will not do anything you do not want." He murmured to her, kissing from one hip, across her stomach, to the other. She opened her eyes, looking at him. His eyes were amber, and the stripes had faded to almost nonexistent, but the moon still stayed, as though it was engraved there. His eyes strayed up her body and caught her own, while he leaned down and kissed her stomach. A flutter danced across her skin and she inhaled sharply. His lips moved up, nose pushing her shirt up higher so he could kiss more skin and she gasped when he kissed the underside of a breast. He released her, and she clutched his shoulders tightly. His lips found her collarbone, and her neck before they hovered above her own. "Did I do something you did not want?"
"N-no." She whispered, eyes caught in the intensity of his own.
"And what would you like now, Kagome?" He questioned, watching her eyes.
"I want…"
"Yes?"
"I want you to kiss me." She whispered, a blush spreading across her face. A small smirk lifted the corner of his lips before they pressed to hers. She surprised him with her intensity, molding her body to his and clutching his hair in her hands. He growled his approval when she licked his lower lip, and pushed her body against his again. He grabbed her hips and ground against her, clothing still concealing her lush body from his. He hoped that she would give in before too much longer, or he would go insane. His hand rested on her breast, squeezing lightly and she gasped out his name before moaning. "Sesshomaru." She gasped again when his hand slipped under her silk sleep camisole, and he rubbed his thumb across her nipple.
Her scent spiked high, and he ground his jaw, grinding his hips against his own. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she ground against him back, moaning softly. It was all too much for her, and she dropped her legs and removed his hand from her shirt. Her face was red, her lips swollen, and the scent of her arousal hung in the air like an aphrodisiac to Sesshomaru. His eyes zeroed in on her purple silk sleep shorts, spotting a bit of wetness and he growled, reaching to touch her once more.
"No, no." She murmured, grabbing a blanket and pulling it against her. He growled again, and she scooted back against the headboard. "You have to wait. I can't just have sex and not be in love with you. I want to have a relationship because I am wanted in one, not because it is an easy way to… well whatever it is you're going for. I want to get married before I give in to temptation also…" She looked down at her lap, looking at him through thick lashes. "Not that I don't want to give into temptation right now, with you… but…"
"Kagome…"
"I want to be married. I want to be in love. I can't just give it to you because you are good at making my body react to your touch." She whispered. He reached out and stroked her cheek with two fingers, making her breath catch in her throat.
"I will wait."
"What if I don't fall in love with you?" she whispered. "This is only for a year, isn't it?"
"You will." He looked into her eyes, watching the blue shift from happiness to agitation. "We shall see." He moved to stand, revealing the gray sleep pants that he was wearing. As he walked away Kagome watched, her eyes narrowing.
What did he mean by they would see? She pursed her lips before she stood, feeling a higher level of agitation than before they had began fooling around. She threw the blanket against the floor and stamped her foot. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." She muttered, as she grabbed her bathing supplies and headed to the bathroom.
Sesshomaru leaned against the wall, sighing as he looked down. He growled in frustration at the bulge that he could see in his pants. Instead of feeling completely angry at Kagome for denying him something, a plan began to form. A plan that would make Kagome completely his, in all ways. He flinched when he thought of the ending result, but sighed, deciding he had no other choice. He moved from the wall and went to the little office that was in the house, and pulled out a copy of the contract she had signed.
She would be angry, but she would soon get over it.
Sango:
She sighed lightly, plopping down on the chair across from Ayame. They had chosen to meet at a park that day. The temperature was perfect, and Ayame had been staring at a magazine. When Sango saw who was on the cover, she grinned. Typical Ayame. "So… what's new with Sesshomaru and Kagome? Figure out where they are?"
"No." Ayame sighed dejectedly, but she perked up. "But I have some juicy gossip to share with you." Sango raised her eyebrows, and leaned forward, nodding for her to continue. Ayame leaned closer, until their faces were almost touching and she grinned. "They are married. This is like their honeymoon."
Sango's face went blank for a moment before she exploded. "WHAT!" Her hands struck down on the table as she leaned back. "How could she not tell us!"
Ayame frowned. "I said the gossip was juicy, not that is was completely good. They are married. Apparently they signed a contract… Sesshomaru is paying Kagome's family's debt off, well he already did, and Kagome is kind of being like… his booty call, without giving up the actual booty." Sango's lips pursed. She knew they were dating and Kagome mentioned something about a contract and money, but she never thought it would be… dangerous to Kagome's reputation.
Kagome was a saint after all.
"Wait, is this all in the tabloids?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Where did the information come from?"
"It said an anonymous source delivered tons of papers…but Sango, why? There isn't anything we can do about it."
"You underestimate me… well Miroku's connections. It's time to give that man a call." Sango flipped open her phone, and began to dial but Ayame stopped her.
"Sango… man? No lecher? Did you guys hook up?" When Sango blushed Ayame squealed. "I am so glad! Finally! How is he? Amazing. He gives awesome back massages, clothes on of course. I can't become tainted before I marry Sesshomaru…" she frowned. "Well Kouga is my next choice… so of course, you know… Have to be pure."
Sango rolled her eyes. "Hello? Miroku?"
"Sango? Miss me already? I was in the process of dressing but if you like I could stay undressed… and we could get reacquainted."
"Stop being a pervert for a moment… I need you to get a hold of Bankotsou. I need him to get rid of the tabloids most recent story… however he needs to. Call me back." She snapped her phone shut and set it on the table. A few minutes later it rang and Sango answered curtly. "What do you mean they can't? They were paid how much? Nobody has that much money… nobody except…" She gasped, and shut her phone again, looking at Ayame. "It's time we pay a social visit to InuYasha." Her eyes narrowed and she cracked her knuckles. "But first… let's get some ice cream."
Kagome:
She stepped out of her room, hair pulled away from her face in a half-up, half-down way, and curled at the ends. She hummed as she walked from her room, the simple yellow sundress accenting the tan color of her skin. She began to sing softly, but stopped upon seeing Sesshomaru sitting at the table, looking… staring at her. "What?" She asked nervously, fidgeting under her gaze. "Is there something on my face?" she whispered, blush staining her cheeks.
"Kagome. It is time we had a talk about the contract."
"Contract?" She asked, moving to sit across from him. "What about it?" He flipped the document to her, showing her the section he had highlighted. She read aloud. "And under signing this document, I, Kagome Higurashi, agree to become the wife of Sesshomaru Taisho… therefore making my name Kagome… Tai…sho…" She looked up at him. "What?" She whispered. "What does this mean?"
"Exactly what is says Kagome. We are married."
"That can't be. I can't be married to you. I thought I was just going to be your girlfriend. Not your wife. I can't be your wife! I don't love you!"
"I told you to read the contract."
"How could you do this?" She asked, fumbling to stand. "How could you make something so… so… ridiculous a part of this? I want it nullified now. I don't want to be married yet. I don't love you!" She shouted again. Sesshomaru stood, slamming his hands against the table-top.
"Silence, woman, or I will do something you will regret."
"Regret? Regret? Sesshomaru, we're fucking married!" She shouted in his face, rounding to turn away. He grabbed her arm, spinning her back around and crushed his body to hers. "Let me go Sesshomaru! I can't believe this!" She struggled against him, and he growled. Her pitiful attempts ceased, and Sesshomaru leaned down, licking her neck softly. She tilted her head to the side, but when he looked at her face, he released her. Tears trailed down her cheeks, and her eyes were void of any emotion. "I hate you." She whispered to him, turning around and running into the room she was currently occupying.
Sesshomaru sank into a chair, running a hand through his hair and he sighed. This was not how he expected her to react. She wanted marriage, a commitment. He had already given her one. And it's not like he did not want to be married to her. He desired her. He wanted her more than he had wanted anything before in his life… and he had only just met her a few weeks prior. He licked his lower lip, hearing the sobs that emitted from her room all too clearly. He smelled the salty smell of her tears as the fell, heard each drop as they hit her legs, the rustle of cloth as she brushed at her face, and he couldn't bare it.
He left.
….
Later that night, Kagome sighed, splashing water on her face to clear the redness of her eyes. She had woke with a bad ache in her head, and a matching one in her heart, and finally decided to venture for some food. She turned on a light, venturing down the hall to the kitchen. Sesshomaru wasn't there and she sighed. She had never been good at ignoring people, and since she didn't want to pretend to be happy, she simply moped as she prepared a sandwich and poured herself a glass of juice. She didn't feel Sesshomaru anywhere in the house. His presence was domineering, and she ended up looking in every room, forgetting the food and juice on the counter. Soon she was outside of the house, walking down a path and into the woods. "Sesshomaru?" She called softly. She heard a growl in front of her, saw the blood red coloring of eyes and froze. "Sesshomaru?" She whispered. He stepped forward, fangs flashing in the light. She stepped towards him. "Oh… Sesshomaru." She reached out towards him, and his eyes snapped to her hand, as she placed it on his shoulder. "Sesshomaru?" She whispered. "I'm sorry." She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth to his. He growled, grabbing her around her waist. She felt wind, before she felt softness beneath her back. She looked down at the grass and then up at the sky, noticing with sadness that Sesshomaru had disappeared again. She held back the sob that threatened to burst from her throat and went back inside, back to her bed, and when she stripped her clothes off and lay in her cool sheets, she couldn't help but wonder where he had went. She vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of the night and placing a silk nightgown on.
…
Morning came as it always did, bright and clear, and as Kagome woke, she wondered how much longer they had to be on this island. It had been almost four days, and three nights. Soon another day would pass. The café was closed for a week… so she had a few more days, but she missed Sango, and Ayame, and even Miroku. She closed her eyes again, and rolled over. Her fingers brushed something soft and she opened an eye to see what she was touching. Sesshomaru's back. He was facing away from her, still sleeping she assumed, because he didn't so much as twitch when her hand glided from the wide expanse of his shoulder down to the lower part of his back. She sighed in jealousy, at how smooth his skin was, and how toned. He was darker than she realized, noting he was indeed tanner then he looked. It was a light bronze color, and Kagome blushed, running a finger along the curve of his spine, exploring his shoulder blades and the muscled flesh of his neck.
Then she began to knead.
A groan escaped him and he flipped onto his stomach, letting her rub him. When her hands ran over his arms, massaging the muscle she couldn't help but feel a flip in her belly at how strong he felt. As though reading her thoughts he flexed, and she felt a cord tighten inside of her. 'The things he could do with all that strength…' She thought before she shook her head vigorously. 'Bad Kagome!' She mentally scolded herself, but couldn't help but admire his beauty. She was surprised when he flipped over, causing her to bounce and land on his stomach. His eyes strayed from her face, down to her hands that rested against his chest. "Am I to assume I am forgiven?"
"I can't stay mad when my…" She paused. "My husband is as pretty as you are."
"Pretty?"
"Yes." She said, as she began to rub his chest, fingers kneading his pectoral muscles, straying to his shoulders which made her blush, and down his arms to each hand, giving each one special attention. She moved down his body, running her hands against the hard planes of his abs and over his hip bones. She noticed that whenever she ran her fingers across his stomach, it twitched and he groaned softly. She looked at him, before she noticed that a bulge was under her blanket. "Oh. I'm sorry." She whispered, trying to move back. "I didn't mean to."
"Kagome… we are married. Eventually you will have to stop being this way, and accept the fact that we will be having sex." He looked at the blush that spread across her face, a hand reaching out to touch her cheek. "I accept the fact that you do not love me but it may happen sometime… even if we do have sex. It isn't frowned upon. We are married."
Her lower lip quivered and she looked dangerously close to tears when he leaned up and kissed her gently on her lips. She looked into his eyes, noticing the patience in them, and leaned her head against his shoulder. He pulled her into his lap, and she noted that he was no longer erect. His hands ran up and down her back, sometimes moving her nightgown away from her knees and drawing it up to her thighs. His lips rested against her shoulder, and she felt him placing small kisses against her skin. Relaxing, she tilted her head, which gave him more access to skin. His lips fluttered up her shoulder, and against her neck. The pulse point at the juncture of her neck and shoulder seemed to be a favorite spot of his, she noted absently as he sucked and licked, sometimes nipping. She melted, turning into goo in his arms until she was back against the bed and he was on top of her, kissing her lips, her eyelids, her cheeks. He rained kissed everywhere, moving to her neck and down. His lips moved from her ankles to her knees and to her thighs, and she sighed, not realizing that he had slid her nightgown up her body. His mouth kissed her lower stomach, and his fingers gently tugged at her underwear. She didn't know what she was doing, but soon she was naked and his breath was against her most intimate place. She gasped when she felt his tongue against her, but soon she was moaning loudly.
Something tugged at her conscious, and she looked down, seeing the amber in his eyes blaze as he gazed up her body at her.
…
"Kagome." Sesshomaru growled, shaking her once more. Her scent was spiking rapidly in her sleep and he noted that she wore nothing in her bed. His own body was responding to the call of hers, and he had to jam his claws into his hand to keep from reacting to it. "Kagome." He said more forcefully.
"Sesshomaru!" She gasped out. He shook her again and her eyes snapped open. The smell in the air was almost his undoing, and he smelled the exact moment when she had got off. She sat up, and looked at him in confusion. "Why are you dressed? I thought you were…" She blushed. "Oh. It was a dream. Oh." Her face turned darker. "Oh."
He smirked and sat beside her, removing his claws from his hand. "You make the most beautiful sounds." He whispered in her ear. "Dreaming naughty things about me Kagome?"
"I…" She shook her head. "Of course not. But…"
"Lies do not become you Kagome." He whispered, brushing strands of hair from her face. "I could make it a reality if you please." He let his hand trail down her neck, brushing her breast before he held the weight of it in his hand. She gasped and snapped her eyes to his. His burned hers, and she grabbed his shoulders when he rolled a thumb across her nipple. "Would you like that?"
"Sesshomaru." She gasped, closing her eyes tightly as her head lolled backwards and she fell back against her pillows. The bulge in his pants strained tightly and he growled low in his throat. How he wanted to take her. He wanted her to want him, no regret in her voice. "Sesshomaru." She moaned again, when his other hand rested against her other breast.
"Yes, my wife?" He smelled her arousal spike and when her eyes snapped to his, they were dark with lust. "What do you want?"
"Please Sesshomaru."
"Please, what?"
"Please kiss me."
He frowned. "It won't end in a kiss, Kagome… you know that. Touching you right now is hard. Kissing you would be harder when your body is pressed against mine… and you're naked, Kagome. Do you know how tempting you are?"
"Sesshomaru, please." Her eyes sparkled, a look of utter hopelessness and rejection passing through the blue. He lay beside her, and she rolled to him, pressing her body against his. "I know you have control. You would never make me… make me have sex with you."
"You forget that I am an animal." He whispered, though he was already closing the space between them. He had never felt so addicted to somebody before, and he had no idea what to do with her, as he molded her body to the shape of his, touching her in places she had never been touched. He took pleasure in her pleasure, though no penetration occurred. When her hand found him though a hiss escaped his lips and a groan. She pushed his pants down, eyeing the most incredible part of his body. She gulped, remembering back in school when they had shown slides of the male anatomy. Unfortunately Sesshomaru put those men to shame, and she blushed, remembering what he had done in her dream. Her lips descended on him and his hand got caught in her hair. She licked, and kissed, nibbling softly, and sucked. "Kagome." He snarled out, and she felt the muscles in his legs grow tense as he neared his release. She moved, waiting, wondering, until he finally released. He growled, holding her head still until he stopped pulsing in her mouth. She surprised him by swallowing it and when she looked at him, she was smiling.
"You taste good." Was all she said. Sesshomaru lost control, and laughed. A laugh so earnest and happy that Kagome smiled. She felt deliciously naughty, but also exhausted as she lay next to Sesshomaru, curled on her side with his body pressed against her back, his arm around her waist.
She had never felt so beautiful as she had in that moment, when the simple act of touching had put her fears at ease. Of course, they hadn't had actually sex. Only oral sex… but Kagome still felt less pure, and a bit happier at this newfound way to give pleasure. Of course, Sesshomaru hadn't been a greedy lover. He had touched her so expertly that she thought he had known her his whole life.
"I don't hate you Sesshomaru." She whispered, as her eyes drooped shut.
"I know." He whispered in her ear. "Goodnight Kagome." He whispered, listening to her breathing even out. "Soon… nobody will lay a claim to you… soon Kagome, you will be mine in every way." His lips pressed against her throat. "I can't let you go."
InuYasha:
"Kagome!" He gasped, shooting up in bed. Of course, Kagome didn't sleep next to him that night. Neither did Kikyo. He watched as red eyes flicked open in annoyance, and he closed his mouth, falling back against his pillows. It wasn't the best option… it wouldn't be good for anybody if they found out…
"InuYasha, would you like… another round?" Kagura purred.
It was just a temporary relief, and he growled, rolling over her. He pounded into her, drowning out memories of Kagome, of Kikyo… of everything. He never was happy.
He never would be again.
And that's what made him Kagura's perfect prey.
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Well? Almost 5k worth of words. I hope you enjoyed, and sorry for the delay, but I'm pregnant… so… yes, that is my excuse. =D
I really love all my reviewers, truly I do… and I appreciate how many I got for the last chapter… review so more, eh? I'm waiting.
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