Author's Note: Originally written for Roxotakuas an LJ comm Inuholidays giftfic. A post-manga marriage fic with youkai!Inuyasha. Not my usual fare but I hope it pleases!

The Gift of Control

Kagome shivered lightly, watching spellbound as Inuyasha bared himself for her by the glow of the small cookfire. It was far from the first time her new husband had undressed while she watched. And she adored it, each and every time. The way his muscles flexed, the sheen of his hairless chest and toned stomach, the hungry look in his eyes: Inuyasha was irresistibility personified for her. He always disrobed the same way, too, first the robe, shrugged from his shoulders, then the haori. He'd pause to ask her how she liked what she saw, a confidence in him that stemmed from their hard-won love, struggle together and apart to build a relationship that would stand the test of time. He'd toss his hair the way she adored, just standing there, white-maned perfection. And he'd flick his ears to make her smile. Could anything be more beautiful than Kagome's smile? Perhaps only that of Inuyasha himself, broad and fanged and entirely hers.

Soon, she'd be begging him to take down his hakama, for his erection was obvious even with their loose, baggy fit. This time, he made her beg "please" then "please" once more before at last he began to shimmy out of them, making her giggle as his cock bounced and he turned away to show his tight perfect ass. "My Inuyasha," Kagome breathed at the sight of him, aroused at what she knew was coming soon, delighted at his comfort and ease in his body. "Come and kiss me," she murmured, dizzy with longing and wondering, as she often did, whether he gave off some sort of magical dog hormone that kept her wet and wanting whenever he was near. Sango laughed it off when she mentioned her suspicion, but Miroku didn't. There was magic indeed in Inuyasha, that much they all agreed.

Inuyasha kept out of Kagome's loving reach this night, however. He'd been away for almost a week, having traveled to a monastery he had been frequenting over the past half year to gain control over his youkai energy. While Kagome had been back in her time after Naraku's destruction, completing the education Inuyasha still did not think she needed—especially because it had kept her from him so long, he had experienced great flaring of his youkai. He took himself away from his friends whenever he felt the violence coming upon him, and the outbursts came more and more frequently. When Kagome returned, he worried for her safety, but her presence generally calmed him, and he could always retreat to Kouga's cave if he feared he would harm her at all. Kouga had turned out to be quite the ally for such moments, able always to lock him away or even fight him to release some of the pent-up frustration while Kagome was gone. And when she returned and made clear her choice of Inuyasha for a mate, Kouga protected her from his youkai aggression, for though he accepted Inuyasha and Kagome's love, he still had feelings for the miko. Beating Inuyasha while he was red-eyed and dangerous soothed his bruised ego delightfully.

Miroku, however, advised a more rational solution. He knew of a monastery in which the head monk had sympathy for hanyou, especially those, like Inuyasha, who had periods where there was loss of control. Though the monk would not tell all of his history, it seemed his brother had loved a hanyou female in his youth, a beautiful ookami-human blend. One terrible night, she had lost control of her youkai energy and had killed her lover. Rather than destroying her, however, the monk took her in and vowed to help her control her brutal side. With the aid of the writing of ancients, training in meditation, and the aid of the kamis, the monk had been successful with the ookami hanyou, who eventually learned to forgive herself for her horrible misdeed and mated with another human, with whom she gave birth to a son, named for the monk's brother.

To this monk Miroku guided Inuyasha, with Kagome's blessing. Though she hated to be parted from her one true love, she recognized the importance of his gaining control over his youkai side, which he kept from her but was clearly roused into even greater viciousness by her time away.

He had spoken little of his most recent trip when he arrived home at sunset. And the sight of him filled Kagome with such pleasure after their several days apart that he had only time to hastily bathe in the nearby river as she cooked their evening meal before intimacy was so necessary that their very hut sang with their blended desire. Of course, Inuyasha had redressed himself fully, for his little ritual of striptease must not be neglected.

Now he was bare before her in the fire's glow, and tantalizingly out of reach. "You are such a tease!" Kagome protested.

"I have a special gift for you tonight, my pretty wife," Inuyasha said with a small, mysterious smile Kagome had not seen on his face before.

"A gift?" whispered Kagome, for she adored gifts, though she could not see where he could be keeping it.

"Watch," he commanded, and closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were red coals, and the stripes of his father's heritage shone on his cheeks. His fangs grew and his voice roughened. "Kagome," he breathed.

Kagome gasped and cowered, for she was afraid. For Inuyasha to suddenly unleash his youkai this way was not only unexpected but terrifying. The miko's skills she had surged inside her, urging her to protect herself, to attack if necessary. But she had no arrows at hand, nor would she use them against her mate, even this side of him. "Inuyasha!" she cried, scrambling back against the wall.

"Don't be afraid," Inuyasha said with a calm that froze Kagome where she crouched. "Let your senses guide you. Let your heart know you are safe."

The words and the tone were so unfamiliar, and yet something poured from within that let Kagome know she could trust him. He looked dangerous yet did not act so. He was beautiful still, and as she watched him breathe, she found her heart rate slow again to match his. What magic was this? "Inuyasha," she said again, more softly, a plea.

Inuyasha came to her then, hand extended, claws long and sharp but palm up, welcoming. "I am in control of my energy, I swear it, Kagome. Trust me."

Those words. How could she do anything but trust him, anything but take his hand and rise into his arms? Strong, loving arms that were rough in their possession, but not more than she could enjoy.

In an instant, Inuyasha had her kimono neatly sliced open and dropping to the floor. She gasped again, but there was no longer fear. Her pulse quickened with excitement, and Inuyasha used his enhanced senses to read her desires even more fully than usual and took the opportunity to sling her over his shoulder and squeeze and fondle her pretty behind as she squirmed. "I smell your need," the crimson-eyed beast proclaimed, ravenous with yearning to fill her with the hardness between his legs that, even now, Kagome's slender calf was carelessly brushing.

Light-headed and recognizing within herself a craving she has long suppressed, Kagome squealed as Inuyasha tossed her onto their sleeping mat and covered her swiftly with his body. He nuzzled her neck and growled possessively, then licked her throat and chest. The edges of fear did not leave her, but she opened to awareness of her attraction to the wildness that has always been a part of her Inuyasha, a feral side that frightened yet drew her. Now she was facing it, but with recognition deep inside that she was safe. The beast that now laved first one breast then the other, pausing to suck and nip with dangerous fangs that he kept just enough in check not to truly hurt her, was her husband, her Inuyasha. She moaned and tangled her hands in his thick white hair and pulled him to her.

He bit and suckled her full breasts, throat, shoulders, keeping on all fours, cock dripping its wet need between her parted thighs. He watched her head drop back, listened to her sweet moans with ears more sensitive and eyes sharper than in his hanyou state. Just as the monk said, his youkai could be controlled and yet retain its unique powers. He knew routing his aggression into sexual hunger was the direction for him, and the monk laughed at his choice. A common one for those he aided, apparently, for there were more than Inuyasha suspected who shared his condition. Less isolated and determined to be the mate Kagome deserved, Inuyasha labored hard to gain the control he was now using to drive the raven-haired beauty beneath him wild with desire. He kneed her legs apart forcefully and received another gasp in response. Oh yes. She wanted this. "Are you ready to be claimed by your inuyoukai master, my bitch?" he snarled, his grin wide and lascivious.

Kagome groaned and tried to find words. She wondered if it was a dream come true if one wasn't even fully aware something truly was a dream… "Take me," she at last managed to force from her lips, and she felt the instant response of his weight upon her and his cock force its way inside.

To say that both were wet and wanting would be such gross understatement as to be unnecessary. And yet, as the youkai claimed his precious mate, there was a perfect abandon of which fantasy is made. Relentlessly, Inuyasha pumped his cock—thicker and more sensitive than he'd ever felt it—into his willing bitch. And Kagome wrapped her legs tightly around his slender, powerful hips as she yielded to his pounding rhythm. "Inuyasha," she whispered, begging for more. "Kagome," he snarled in answer.

Their sweating bodies were perfectly matched—hard and soft, arching and meeting each other with each thrust. Inuyasha's fangs pinning her throat then releasing her to fuse their mouths in a fiercely possessive kiss.

As both hurtled toward a climax more desperate and beautiful than either had ever known, two neighbors snickered in the quiet of their hut. "My, their reunion is rather…loud," Sango giggled, reaching for the teapot to fill her empty cup.

"It seems Inuyasha has at last conquered his youkai," Miroku opined, reclining beside his wife.

"And Kagome is the beneficiary," chimed Sango.

The monk reached for Sango's plump posterior. "I know a thing or two about channeling aggressive energy, you know."

Sango glanced briefly at their sleeping babes then pressed her bottom back into her hentai husband's grip. "Show me what you've got, my wild beast."

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