Inuyasha felt her skinny fingers gripping tight onto his silver locks as he pushed her hard against the desk. She was shivering in anticipation, her scent spiking and making all of his senses fade away. As he trailed his hand up her breast, kissing her neck, he felt the strong beating of her heart underneath his palm. He could've laughed at all the intensity she was feeling, but instead, he was thinking about how soft her palms were as her hands ran over his neck so she could pull him closer and let her lips brush against his. Instead, he was thinking about how the sweet scent of her arousal drove him crazy with need, and about how good her hair smelled. He was thinking about how good it felt to have her against him.
And of course he knew that all good things came to an end, so as he bit her bottom lip and brushed his tongue against hers and pushed her legs apart, he tried to make the best out of all this mess that they'd ended up in. He wanted it to end. But he couldn't stay away from her. Her touch was the only one he seemed to want nowadays, and when she kissed him the way she did, it scared him to think about how he didn't want to kiss anyone else.
So he kept teasing her. He had learned all the things she liked. He had learned what made her scream, what made her cry out, what made her moan his name. Panting in her ear for a second, pants already tight before they'd even started anything, he kissed her neck, his hands groping and squeezing at her breasts, making her toss her head back and cry out for him and at that moment, he knew he wouldn't trade this for the world.
Growling and nearly ripping her shirt off, he continued on. He noticed how she didn't say anything about that, and she'd usually give him hell for it. She must've been just as excited as he was, and that soothed him, made him feel less crazy.
Kagome Kagome Kagome.
She was all that mattered at the moment. He smirked against her neck, and she grumbled, catching hold of the fact that he was teasing. But it felt good just to have her in his presence. She let out a breathy moan as his fingers ran up along her creamy thighs, wrapping her arms around his neck and encouraging him.
"Stop with all the fucking teasing already, Inuyasha," Kagome muttered, pressing his lips against hers again.
He smirked, his hands fumbling with the button of her tight dress pants. He took them off slowly, deciding that she'd had enough of teasing for the morning. She shuddered and let out a sigh as his claws toyed around the edge of her panties before curling a clawed finger around them hem of them, slowly pulling them off.
"Lean back," he muttered, his voice raspy and laced with lust. She quickly obeyed.
"Shirt off," she said shakily. "Leave your tie on."
He smirked, doing exactly as she said before kneeling down before her, suddenly so eager to make her cum and listen to the way she moaned his name. "Keep it down, okay? They could walk in anytime," he told her quietly before running his tongue along her clit slowly, Kagome took a deep breath and tried to relax, but she couldn't help the way her fingers knotted into his silver hair as he did it again, and she couldn't help he breathy moan she let out, either.
"Inuyasha," she moaned quietly as he did it over and over again. Her legs were spread wide for him now, hands tugging at his hair so roughly that he was sure if he didn't have demon blood inside of him, he'd be bald by now.
She was the best thing he'd ever tasted in his whole life. He peeked at the look on her face, his pants getting tighter by the minute. She was there with her head thrown back against the desk, her hands now gripping the edge of the desk so hard that her knuckles were turning white. Her cheeks were red, her mouth parting slightly for breathy little moans.
He moaned slightly, and she gasped and bucked her hips upwards. His tongue slipped inside of her, and she whimpered, bucking her hips against his mouth once again before crying out his name. He quickly went back to his assault on her swollen clit, and she was shaking, hands not really knowing where to go, her pleasure so great that she thought she'd explode, or melt, or burst into flames.
He knew he'd get hell for all of this from his father. Inuyasha was already suspecting that he knew about what was going on between him and Kagome, but he couldn't quite say that he cared. After all, he had never really favored Kikyo, and both of his parents had always leaned more towards Kagome. He wasn't sure why, but after all, they had been extremely close and almost inseparable such a long time ago, back when Kagome was innocent, naïve, and sweet. They had been best friends.
And he still wasn't sure what to do about the whole Kikyo thing, but he knew that he was tired of her making him feel the way he did. He also knew that Kagome made him feel much better. He liked making Kagome mad. He liked seeing that fierceness in her eyes, it reminded him that she was almost as tough as he was. She was strong, where Kikyo had always been a brat. Kagome was a nice change up from Kikyo. She made him feel calm. Sure, she knew how to piss him off, too, but that was fun because he'd never met someone who'd got under his skin as much as Kagome did.
He was getting addicted to her, he knew that. He hadn't thought of fucking anybody else not even once, because every time he even thought of having sex with Kikyo next time she came in town, his thoughts went back to Kagome. And it had started getting harder and harder to suppress his needs to fuck her over and over again. He smirked, wondering if she could even handle him if they were to ever live together. Of course she couldn't.
He continued to lap hungrily at her bare folds while she squirmed and melted like butter. Her legs were shaking, now, as he roughly assaulted her clit with his tongue and pushed his tongue inside of her over and over again. She called his name over and over again, and right when he knew she was about to cum, he pulled away from her and she immediately sat up, her eyes dark with lust.
"Inuyasha," she muttered, grabbing him harshly by his tie. "You really don't play fair." Her voice was still shaky, and she was shuddering, her voice raspy and almost hoarse as she pulled him close to her, a smirk on her face as she brushed her hand against the bulge in his pants.
He growled, piercing golden eyes taking her in. She looked up and her big brown eyes met his as she smirked, and he swear he saw something other than lust in her eyes. She pulled him down by his tie, brushing her lips against his slowly, a smile on her face as she pressed her cheek against his to whisper in his ear, laughing almost cruelly. "That was your surprise? C'mon, Yasha," she mumbled. "I wanna feel you inside of me." She panted huskily.
It was as if she read his mind. This is what he loved the most, how she bluntly stated what she wanted with no embarrassment and no games, and he loved how she teased to the point of insanity. He pressed her lips against hers and it was long and sweet, it was gentle. And he didn't bother confusing himself with tons of questions on where that kiss came from, he just made her lean back again, pulled his thick, hard length out, ready to feel her. He wanted her so bad he was starting to ache.
"Wait," she said, a smooth hand running up his chest and he growled impatiently.
"What is it, Kagome?"
She smirked again and he wanted to kiss that stupid little smirk off of her pretty little lips. "Fuck me against the bookshelf, and then, the conference room."
He shook his head at her, hardly believing what she was saying. "Kagome, we don't have much time and I'm not going to waste it trying to fulfill all of your weird, kinky, sexual fantasies. So c'mon," he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, and her eyes seemed to get even darker as she let out a light cry.
"Mmm, but you owe me, Takahashi." She told him with this silly, stupid, and ridiculous smile that he loved to see.
And that was how the little bitch ended up getting her way with him once again. "You'll be the death of me." He muttered, not being able to resist her.
XXXXX
He woke up to the feeling of someone's warm breath on his neck, and feather soft hair against his chest. He cracked one eye open lazily before he looked down to realize that she was wrapped tightly in his arms, and he felt the need to stay here just a bit longer. He didn't want to wake her, but he knew that he had to.
How would it look if someone found them naked in the conference room together, his arms wrapped tight around her? Not so good.
For a while, he laid there and watched her as she slept. She was very far from an angel, but at least she looked like one, especially when she was sleeping. There weren't any rude remarks to leave that pretty and plump little mouth of hers, and she looked peaceful instead of pissed off like she usually did. No, she wasn't perfect. Far from it, but she was gorgeous with her pale skin, her perfectly pink, smooth mouth, her long lashes and her cute little button nose. He wondered why people seemed to think her and Kikyo looked so much alike, because they weren't. Kagome's features were softer. She was cute, not intimidating. Kikyo was like the sunset, pretty to look at, but you couldn't reach it. You couldn't touch it. You could only admire it while it stayed at its distance.
His father and brother would probably be here soon, and he really had to stop this whole 'fucking Kagome at work' thing. This was why he didn't want her as a secretary. She was much too distracting and tempting.
"Kagome," he shook her gently, not really wanting to wake her, but he knew he had to. Her eyelids fluttered open as soon as she felt him shaking her, looking up at him before rolling her eyes and closing them again. He growled. Maybe they could get along if she wasn't so damn difficult half of the time. "Seriously. Get up. I can't get caught like this with you."
"I'm up, take your hand off of me," she said softly, sitting up and yawning before running a hand through her hair before turning to him and smiling. "Why can't we just stay here for a while?"
Inuyasha shook his head. "No."
"Yeah," she mumbled, leaning back against him. "Just for a few more minutes. Stay with me, please."
He didn't really know why, but she let him lean back against his chest, her long, wavy hair tickling his skin slightly. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, nostalgia hitting him like a train. He missed the old Kagome in a certain way that he couldn't explain. "You know how I feel about this shit," he muttered quietly.
"I know," she said softly, tucking her head into his neck. "But can you just be quiet for a second? We're not arguing or anything. It's actually kind of nice. Just let me relax."
Yeah, sure…relax, he thought with a roll of his eyes. But her body was so warm against her and he felt like he was getting a bit tipsy off her scent, and he liked it. He'd never met a girl who put as much fear in his heart as Kagome. He shouldn't be feeling like this right now.
"Hey, Inuyasha?" she asked quietly, disturbing the peaceful, slightly awkward silence.
"Hmm?" he muttered, quite distracted and not realizing that his lips were pressed against the top of her head or that how tight his arms were wrapped around her.
"Did you really mean what you said before?" she asked quietly, almost timidly. He wasn't used to her being so timid. He opened his eyes, loosened his grip on her considerably, his eyes catching hers. "The thing about using me, I mean," she muttered, her cheeks red from embarrassment.
"Yeah." He answered without really thinking. Why was it so easy to find an answer? This was starting to scare him. Maybe he just needed to distance himself from her for a while. He didn't know.
She leaned up to look at him, a brilliant smile on her face. "Thank you."
And then she pressed her lips gently against his, her mouth moving against his chastely. He felt all of those emotions again, which definitely wasn't a good thing.
He was fucking screwed.
XXXXX
He had been avoiding her all day. He'd sent her off to run stupid and unnecessary errands for him just so she wouldn't be a distraction to him. And each time she came back, he sent her off again. Pitiful, he knew, but his attraction to her was starting to scare him.
He'd seen the looks she'd been giving him. She was smiling like she actually felt something for him, and that was definitely not in his plans. Or maybe he was just getting soft. Maybe he needed to be a jerk and give it a break before thing got too serious. Maybe he needed to just let things cool down. But the problem was that he just couldn't get enough of her, his addiction to her was stronger than any drug he'd ever heard of.
She was like nicotine. She was killing him slowly, but he needed her to start his day off, and he needed her to end it, too. She was like an aphrodisiac. He couldn't get enough of her no matter how hard he tried to fulfill his needs, and it scared him.
So here she was again. It was right at the end of the day, and all he wanted to do was go home and take a cold shower and find something or someone to get her off his mind. And it was wrong to feel this way, he didn't even love her. He was really looking forward to Kikyo coming in, maybe that would help.
"Hey, do you need anything else, Takahashi?" he heard her sweet voice speak up and he groaned. Damnit, the fact that she was right there with her sweet scent in his face didn't help either. She was like a breath of fresh air, from Kikyo, from his work, from wanting to be what was expected of him. He didn't know how or why, but she was.
"No," he said simply, keeping his eyes glued to the computer screen.
But this time, he didn't want to be a jerk to her. He didn't want to make her cry anymore. He wanted to see that smile that she used to give him years ago. He wanted that old Kagome to come out again, the one who kissed him with everything she felt, the one who stumbled and stuttered, the one who walked around her house in a pair of loose sweatpants with her hair up in a messy bun. The Kagome who was actually nice at times. He liked that Kagome and he wanted to see more of that version of her.
He could sense her confusion, and he could tell that she was starting to get a bit upset at the fact that she was being ignored. Then he sensed her worry. But that still didn't change the fact that he thought he needed a break from her. So he was going to fight the temptation no matter how hard it seemed.
"Are you sure?" she asked, still sounding a bit upset, her voice low as if she was distracted.
He though for a second. "Yeah, coffee. I need more coffee." He said, glancing at her. She was fumbling with the hem of her skirt and looked up when she heard his answer. He swore for a second he saw surprise written all over her face.
Higurashi was so weird, but he smiled a little anyway.
She was back in seconds with it, it seemed, and clumsily, she sat it on his desk, knocking it over in the process and causing it to splatter everywhere. His growl almost deafened the sound of her gasp as he stood, looking down at his now coffee-stained shirt and cursing under his breath. "Fuck, Kagome. What the fuck?" He looked up to meet her eyes, and he saw guilt instantly being replaced by anger.
"I didn't mean to," she told him, her eyes narrowed. Quickly, she left the room for a few seconds, cursing under her breath, too, muttering something about stupid jerks, before returning with a roll of paper towel. She rolled her eyes and stepped closer to him, wiping at the stain on his shirt. "You're such a big baby, I swear. I'm pretty sure you can easily buy another shirt like this, you jerk."
"Don't touch me," he growled, snatching the paper towel out of her hand before pushing her away. "You're seriously so fucking clumsy."
"Don't push me around, Takahashi," she hissed. "You do that again and it's your life on the line."
He finished wiping at the stain, realizing it wouldn't ever come completely out and sighing in aggravation. He looked up to meet her narrowed eyes and realized how close she was to him. He took a step towards her, trying to be as intimidating as possible. She took a step back, but she didn't seem to fear him at all. "Really, now?"
"Really." She muttered as he cornered her. "Inuyasha, just leave me alone."
She was upset now, and he knew it was because he had pushed her away so roughly. He didn't mean to, but he'd just took his aggravation out on her. Now he regretted it, but still, it had been her fault. "Tell me you're sorry." He muttered playfully, trying to get her to see that he wasn't as mad now, and that he actually felt bad. But of course, like the stubborn little wench she is, she had to shake her head and push him away.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I told you I didn't mean to. But I deserve an apology, too." Kagome said, quite uncomfortable with how close he was to her. His face was right in hers, sharp, golden eyes almost giving her goosebumps.
"Okay, I'm sorry, Ka-go-me." He smirked, his body pressing against hers now.
His hand cupped her backside, giving it a rough squeeze before pulling her closer to him. Before she could protest, which she was definitely about to, he brushed his lips against hers gently. He felt her hands pushing at his chest and he could sense her anger, now, but he could smell arousal in the air, too. So of course he didn't pull away from her. It wasn't like she wanted him to, anyway. "Why are you so clumsy nowadays, Higurashi?"
"Get off of me," she hissed, cheeks blushing bright red.
Inuyasha didn't know what the hell he was doing. He promised himself he would stay away for a while, let things cool down because they were getting too hot, just like they were right now.
"I said I was sorry." He told her gently, his hand moving up from the small of her back to cup her chin and make her look at him. Kagome shivered from the feeling of his fingers brushing against her neck. She melted when she thought about how his lips felt against it. When she thought about how close she was to him right now.
"And then you made me feel like a fool by calling me clumsy." She said, refusing to look at him.
He chuckled. "Sorry for that, too."
"Stop saying sorry," her eyes met his and she smiled a little. "You're creeping me out."
"How…" he paused, realizing that he was being sort of creepy. He never apologized for anything, especially when it came to her. Before he could back away from her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, brushing her lips against his. But it was the one she gave out when she only wanted one thing, and he cursed when he realized that he was trying not to use her anymore. But why consider her feelings? It wasn't like she had ever considered his at all. But he didn't want to see her as broken as that one night. That one night when she'd basically told him that she was tired of being used, and when she'd let him use her anyway just because she believed that he wasn't going to. He had never liked the sight of Kagome crying. Maybe it disgusted him and aggravated him, he wasn't sure, because after high school, he had considered her to be an emotionless, conniving, deceiving bitch. But she wasn't. After that night he had realized that she wasn't a lot of the things he'd thought her to be.
It was hard not to ask her if she wanted to meet him at his place tonight when she was kissing him like that. He didn't particularly like it as much as her other kisses, he wasn't sure why. After all, all he'd ever wanted was one thing from her.
He kissed her back, his left hand meeting her face and his eyes half-closed as he watched her face. It was just them, now. He was sure everyone else had left. Just them. Just this one girl, two mouths. And he knew that he needed to put a stop to this and he knew that kissing just to be kissing wasn't part of the plan. But for some reason he felt like he was in too deep.
"Tonight," she muttered against his mouth. "I'll stop by your place."
"Kagome…" and there it was, it came out of nowhere before he could stop himself. "I'm not using you."
She looked at him surprised, and just to get over the feeling of embarrassment from his unexpected words, he took her lips into a bruising kiss, not that it made the situation any better. He pulled away, observing her face carefully, pulling his hand away from her waist and backing off of her a bit. She didn't look repulsed…actually, her eyes were watering.
"What's wrong…" he asked, sighing in annoyance. He never got used to seeing her sad or upset or whatever she was at the moment. But he didn't sense any of that from her.
She was happy…
And he felt like a fucking idiot.
"Tonight…" she muttered before gathering her things and walking away.
XXXXX
She'd met him at an after-party and he'd seemed charming and handsome enough, just like the rest of them. His skin was a deep, deep tan color and his eyes were hazel and they made her burst into flames just like his good, strong, steady hands. He was a sculptor, and he was French. God had taken precious time making him, she realized this very much when she looked at his body.
But it wasn't like she didn't love Inuyasha.
In fact, she loved him very much.
Andre was gorgeous and beautiful in every single way and he treated her with nice things. Vacations, nice dinner reservations, nice clothes and shoes and even diamonds. He treated her very different from Inuyasha. He asked how her day was, he showed up at her fashion shows, he took her to places she'd never been, mentally and physically. He was smooth with his words, as smooth as his accent, and he knew English, too. He was educated and he was absolutely brilliant, and he actually communicated with her. He tried to make things right. He loved her.
Kikyo could definitely imagine spending the rest of her life with him, and one night, when it was just the two of them, he'd took her hand and traced "I love you" in her palm with his fingers. She'd never felt her stomach hit the floor like that. She'd never met a person who interested her this much. He did everything with such ease, and he was also amazing in bed. Maybe not as good as Inuyasha, but definitely still amazing.
She had what she wanted. She had diamonds and she'd discovered the real meaning of power. Money was power, money was everything. She had an extraordinary home and an extraordinary boyfriend who waited on her hand and foot. She could go wherever she wanted to and she could handle her own things.
But she didn't love Andre. She loved Inuyasha. Even without his communication, without him holding her how she wanted to be held, without him telling her that he loved her when she needed to hear it most. Tonight was just one of those nights.
Making it to the top had been hard. You wouldn't even believe how many people she'd actually had to sleep with to be right here where she wanted to be. Her work had tore her away from Inuyasha, the men had, too. The pressure, the money, the late-nights, everything had made her feel so disconnected from him. But she was on top of the world, now. She did commercials and interviews and she made a great deal of money off of everything she did. She got offered millions, hundred-millions. She got offered the whole world. Power was the only way to make it in this world.
But she missed Inuyasha and often found herself wanting to feel herself in his arms, even if nothing was the same. Maybe she was trouble now, maybe she was no good, but she loved him. Simple and clean, she loved him. Not Andre, not any of the other male models she'd had to sleep with, not any of the other men she'd had to sleep with to get to where she had wanted to be.
Money could not buy happiness.
And maybe love isn't enough, ever. Maybe it wasn't even close.
XXXXX
His father had forced him to come to dinner tonight.
Sesshomaru, that lucky bastard, had made up some excuse about staying home to take care of Rin, declaring that she was feeling sick and that he was taking care of her and making sure that she was getting her rest. Sure, he knew it was probably true considering the fact that her pregnancy was two or three months shorter than the average human's pregnancy since she was carrying a full demon's pup, but still. Inuyasha had wanted an excuse to get out of dinner with his parents tonight.
It wasn't like he had anywhere to be. He'd caught up in his work and there wasn't really anything to do besides fuck Kagome when he got home, eat some ramen and watch TV until he dozed off. But damnit, he knew what this whole thing was about and he didn't want to be apart of it right now. He didn't need his parents trying to fuck up his life even more than it already was.
There was silence across the table as they silently ate their food. Everything was fancy, of course, but Inuyasha remembered a time when the food didn't taste so fake, when it tasted homey rather than artificial. It was still good, yeah, but he'd rather have his own mother's cooking.
He also remembered a time when they actually struggled and when they ate and cooked together like a real family. When his mom was rushing to fix dinner for his dad before he got home from work. He remembered him and Sesshomaru setting the table together, he remembered when they argued over who washed dishes that night. He remembered a time when his mother didn't have diamonds and luxury and when his father had to work hard for their earnings. Those days were definitely hard, but they were good and they held so much importance.
Nothing was the same and it probably wouldn't ever be the same again.
"So, Inuyasha," his father began sternly, wiping at the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "Since you're obviously picking with your food, I suggest that you're done. I've been meaning to talk to you about something for a while now."
Inuyasha's expression remained stoic and he had an idea of what this was about, and he wasn't up for it tonight. He didn't feel like discussing anything about his relations with Kagome, especially when his mother was right there listening. There was disappointment in her eyes, but then again, he saw a glint of hope. He stood and so did she and his father.
"I can handle this alone, Izayoi. This is men's talk, darling." He told her when he caught a glimpse of the look on her face.
His mother nodded, placing a hand on his father's shoulder and giving him a small smile. "Be easy on him, please."
His father firmly nodded and with slight hesitation, Inuyasha followed his father suite into his office, taking a seat and trying to lean back and be as nonchalant as possible, despite the fact that his palms were now slightly sweaty and despite all the voices in his head. He was expecting the worst.
"You know," Inu no Taisho began as he took a seat, folding his hands together on his desk and raising cold, golden eyes to look at his son in something similar to amusement, "Your mother has always babied you a bit too much. And you're a man. When you're a man, you've got to learn to take responsibility for your own actions and accept whatever comes with it. Do you think you're a man, son?"
"Of course I am," he spat, quite uncertain on where his father was going with all of this.
"That attitude of yours is going to get you in a lot of trouble one of these days, Inuyasha." His father told him sternly, shaking his head. "Now, what are your thoughts on the other Higurashi girl?"
Of course, he'd already seen this coming. He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat. "Don't act like you weren't as wild as me when you were younger, father."
He simply nodded. "Care to answer my question?"
Sighing, he finally spoke up. "We didn't get along for the longest time. She's annoying and manipulative, just like that cousin of hers. Call me stupid now because all Higurashi's are a piece of work, but we're not as bad now. I still don't care for her very much. I just like what she has to offer."
"You know," his father chuckled, "you're a piece of work, too. If you hate her so, then even bother?'
"Are you worried about my sex life or something? Or are you just going to say that you like her so much better than Kikyo and that she's nowhere near manipulative or annoying and that she's actually a sweetheart? Are you going to ask me what happened between us to make us hate each other so much and then tell me to suck it up and apologize to her because you think she deserves it? Things are fine like they are now. We get what we want from each other. She's not a replacement of Kikyo but she's a distraction and sort of a relief, and that's as far as things are ever gonna go between us," Inuyasha all but snarled. "And as a matter of fact, we have sex all the time. We like sex a lot, that's one thing we've got in common. And guess what? We're having sex tonight so if we can wrap this up…"
"Inuyasha…" his father gave him a warning growl. "Your mother would have your head if she even heard the shit you're giving me now…"
"I'd rather be fucking her than talking about her…" Inuyasha spat again, not exactly knowing what was coming over him but he knew he had to make a point, even if he didn't know what that point was.
"Inuyasha!"
He slowly calmed down, growling dissipating and his fists unclenching.
"Your scent is all over her, as yours is hers. And if I'm not mistaken, I'm sure she'd make you a wonderful mate someday."
"Do not say mate and Kagome in the same sentence, please," he snarled, ears twitching.
"You've known for quite a long time now, I suppose. Well, you may not have actually known, but you felt something different. Something in your gut. You suspected, if only for a second. You've thought about it before. It's different than it ever was with Kikyo. I knew just by watching you two together at that young age—"
He chuckled darkly. "Well, I'll be damned. Who ever heard of mating someone that you can barely even fucking stand."
"But, Inuyasha, you have to understand that there is a very thin line between love and hate. You hurt her and she even hurt you. But she did it because you hurt her first, that's something else you've got to understand. You loved her, you really loved her even if it was all those years ago. And you left her. You hurt her and she actually accepted you, she never, ever judged you. She thought that there was royalty in your blood, half-demon or not, and you hurt her anyways! And Kikyo, you knew she wouldn't want to spend the rest of her miserable life with a half-demon, whether she loved you or not."
"She hurt me!" he cried in disbelief. "She pushed me away! She fucked all those guys and she didn't even regret anything," he snarled. "She didn't care. She didn't feel anything. S-she…she even told her damn cousin things that I never thought she'd even dream of saying about me! She hurt me."
There was venom in his voice now and all he wanted to do was go fuck her hard with everything she'd made him feel back then, with all his hate for her. She had hurt him.
"It's easier to hate her rather than it is to love her. Hate is flexible but it's the same thing as love. You can make it out to be whatever you want it to. You can carve it out and it can be stronger. But isn't it the same thing? Hate and love are not different at all. They are inseparable. But you still thought about her when you were away from her. Your heart still speeds when you see her and you want her attention. You wanted to show her that you don't need her but how can you possibly not need a mate? You still wondered about what she was doing or how she was. Hate is so easy but loving someone takes a lot of strength. Are you a man or not, Inuyasha?"
"I'm leaving," he said simply as he stood to his feet. "And I am a man, by the way."
Inu no Taisho sighed and let his younger son leave, it wasn't as if he had much of a say to the matter. After all, he was a grown man, childish behavior and what-not.
He had tried to make things easier, but Inuyasha had always seemed to take up that undesirable stubbornness that he'd learned to grow out of when he was that age. And he sensed that his son was in for trouble, but he'd tried.
He hoped his wife would understand that he'd tried, but the truth was not always accepted so easily.
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The very moment he got her inside of the door he slammed it shut behind them and pushed her hard against the wall, regretting it a bit when he heard the whimper of pain she let out. He gulped and ignored it, his lips roughly moving against hers in this unexplainable need to make them swollen and pretty and even more plump. He wanted to make them blood red. She obviously wasn't into him being this rough but she dealt with it anyway.
He shoved his tongue roughly inside of her mouth and the moan that came from her made his ears twitch and his pants tighten. He didn't give her time to kiss him with compassion. He wanted none of that tonight. He wanted to remember all the ways she'd hurt him and fuck her just like that, with all the hate she'd caused him to have in his heart.
Pulling away quickly, he roughly yanked her shirt over her head and hardly gave her time to catch her breath.
He unbuckled his belt, her kisses to his neck making his blood scorch all the while and when they were down, he moved his big hands to her hips and hurriedly began shrugging her out of the tight pair of pants she'd worn.
Ripping her bra to shreds, next, he roughly nipped at a nipple making her toss her head back with a moan.
He had one love and he was shoving his tongue down two mouths.
One love, two mouths.
How sick could he get? This would be over with by tonight. It had to be. It had to end tonight.
He was taking her breath away, he knew this. He sucked hard at her nipple, making her cry out. His left hand met her waist, moved her towards the bedroom, those two mouths never breaking apart.
All she made him think of was fuckin' temptation. Pure addiction.
She had those intense and dark bedroom eyes again but something wasn't the same. She wanted more. He would give her more.
He eagerly pulled away her panties, running a finger over that throbbing part of her to hear her cry out for him, making sure she was just as wet as he wanted her to be.
He felt like she was his prey as he slowly laid over her, crazed eyes glimpsing at her dark bedroom one's, but not daring to search those bedroom eyes. That went against every rule he'd ever lived by.
"Inuyasha…" she mumbled, obviously wanting something.
Just shut up.
He wrapped a hand around his thick and hard length and jerked, showing her how hard he was for her with a growl and making her lose her track of thought as she licked at her swollen lips.
She tried to sit up and kiss him again.
He gently pushed her back down, growling once more.
"Inuyasha…what's wrong…"
Just shut the fuck up, Kagome.
He groaned as he rubbed the head of his cock against her wetness, making her cry and buck her hips up into the long-awaited contact. He thrust into her hard, his flesh smacking against hers and making her moan, making her cheeks redden. Looking at her wouldn't be a good thing so he focused on something else.
He wanted to imagine Kikyo beneath but he was surprised when it started turning him off.
He growled and roughly barked at her, "Get up."
"Inuyasha…" she muttered, confused and sounding a bit hurt. "Inuyasha…did I say something? What are you mad—"
"Just shut up, please, God, just shut the fuck up." He growled angrily, positioning her himself. But this didn't feel right. It didn't feel right when he smelled her tears coming on and when he could sense how upset she was getting and when…
He thrust into her hard again, his eyes clenching shut and seeing stars in the back of his head. He forgot how to breathe for a while as her tightness clenched around him. She cried out, a cry of anger and then she almost screamed, a scream of pleasure. He began pounding fast inside of her before she could say one more word.
The goosebumps we're starting to raise. "Ah…" she moaned, tossing her head back as he continued to pound inside of her. "You…uhhh…y-you're such a…" he pulled her long, wavy midnight hair roughly, letting out a snarl as he continued to pound his hips against her backside, his eyes glued to the way his cock moved in and out of her tight and hot body. "You're such a…a fucking jerk!"
He knew. How many times had she told him?
"J-just shut the fuck up, Kagome…" he muttered, tossing his head back and groaning at the feeling of her clenching tight around his hard cock. He felt as if he was going to explode if she didn't shut the fuck up.
He went balls-deep inside of her, making her see stars and cry out his name as she thrust hard back against him, panting and burying her head into the sheets of his bed, her knuckles turning white as she gripped onto his sheets for her dear life. The fact that she had her orgasm didn't seem to phase him at all, because he kept thrusting harder and harder against her, taking her breath away once more. She cried out again as she felt him fill her with his seed, eyes almost watering from the intensity of it all.
It almost hurt to feel so much.
He groaned and she heard him pant heavily, and then he began again.
She shuddered, cursing under her breath as she felt his body rock steady against hers. She was definitely upset.
He moaned, his claws almost digging into her hips as he fucked her slow and steady. She cried out, thrusting back hard against him. "Inuyasha," she started angrily but lost her voice in a breathless moan as he thrust hard against her.
He did it again and again, her name falling from his lips, so quiet she barely heard him. He was so deep and thick and hot inside of her that she began to forget why she was so angry with him in the first place, easily giving in to him and melting.
He hated her. He hated her so much for being on his mind at all times. He hated hate for being so weak compared to love. He hated forgiveness, because he couldn't forgive her. And he hated how delicious she was and he hated how gorgeous she looked as she pushed him away before crawling atop of him, hungrily sinking down onto his length. He hated how fast she was moving, he hated how greedy she was being.
He hated her. Hate wasn't even the word for it, but there was such a fine line between love and hate.
He watched in amazement as she tossed her head back and grinded against him easily, taking all that she could and using him.
I said I wouldn't use her…
He pushed all thoughts out of his head and leaned up, cupping her behind with both of his hands, kissing and licking and nipping at her neck and watching her pretty mouth as she cried out his name over and over again.
"Mmm, Inuyasha…" he swallowed her moans with his mouth against hers, bruising her lips with his fangs lightly, grasping her hips and thrusting up into her with absolutely no control.
He should feel really wrong about this. He should feel disgusted.
"Fuck, Kagome, just like that," he muttered, pulling her close to him, his chest pressing against hers as she bounced against him roughly. He licked at her neck, thinking just for a second how great it would be to sink his fangs into it, tattoo her with his mark. She was temptation, and temptation was nearly impossible to resist. He nipped at her smooth neck, almost breaking skin.
"Fuck me just like that," he gasped, eyes clenching shut as she bounced faster, her warm breath against his lips coming in labored pants. Her sharp nails dug into his shoulder, every single touch like fire and he lost it and she did too, screaming into his ear and almost deafening him as she held on to him tight, pressing her lips hard against his.
Growling and gripping her hips, moving them up and down hard a few more times, he released for the second time that night. She cried out, her body falling limp against his and she whimpered, her head falling against his chest as he fell back. Her ears caught the sound of his wildly beating heart, or maybe that was hers, she wasn't sure.
Instinctively, he wrapped his arms tight around her shuddering figure and sighed almost miserably.
Her breathing was still labored, and she snuggled tight into his chest. Everything was silent for a while and he knew she wasn't dozing off or anything, her heart was beating wild just as his. He didn't know why even let her catch his breath.
When he figured she had calmed down from the rush of an intense orgasm, he pulled away from her. "You can't stay," he said almost coldly, avoiding her searching eyes.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked gently after a while, as if she was almost concerned. He almost scoffed, but he settled for snorting and rolling his eyes instead.
"I'm fine." He told her simply.
There was silence for a while before he heard her sit up. There it was again, she was upset. He heard her rustling movements and glanced over to see that she was carefully pulling her clothes back on. Not her bra, though, since it had obviously suffered too much damage. He watched her in fascination again, eyes taking account of the dips of her curves, the thickness of her hips. He sighed again, realizing this was so much unlike him.
His bed was cold and he knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep. Her sweet scent was all around him, the scent of their sex. His scent mixed with hers. He knew then that this should have never happened.
"You're pissed at me," he said cooly.
"I'm fine." She said in the same tone as he'd said to her earlier, a dark chuckle escaping her mouth. "Don't worry about it, please. But I guess I'd better shut the fuck up and get going, right? I can't stay."
Her eyes narrowed and he groaned in aggravation, sitting up and hurriedly pulling on his boxers and pants, jumping up and catching her arm before she could exit his bedroom.
"Back the fuck off," she hissed. "For a second, I thought you were being less of a jerk. I thought you had decided to be nice. But you know, I've never really been that bright so of course I was wrong about that whole stupid idea."
He backed off, wincing at the venom in her voice. "I'm sorry," he muttered lamely.
She turned around to face him. "I don't want to do this anymore. I'm sorry."
It was probably the smartest thing he'd ever heard Higurashi say. She looked at him as if she expected a better apology, and then when he'd made a fool of himself by apologizing to her, she'd smirk and call him a jerk, say she'd see him tomorrow. She looked at him as if she expected him to stop her.
He pulled her closer, once again feeling as if he was in too deep.
"I wasn't using you." He blurted out, the look she was giving him was making him feel extremely uneasy.
"Yeah right, and you're not a jerk," she said sarcastically, breaking free of his grip.
He caught her again, not really knowing where all of this was coming from. But he pressed her tight against him, his lips just centimeters from hers. They brushed against hers softly, and she tensed, trying to push him away, and he almost smirked and held her tighter until she relaxed. But she never once moved her mouth back against his.
And here he was again, kissing just to be kissing.
"I meant what I said," he muttered against her mouth. "I'll take you home."
For the first time, she was speechless. She followed behind him, and the whole ride home was silent.
Inuyasha had cursed to himself. He really was in too deep, he realized, when he felt upset at the fact that she was still pissed at him. Because he knew she had decided he didn't mean anything at all. Maybe her thinking that way was for the best.
She slammed his car door and he resisted the urge to dig his claws in her arm and yell at her. He felt as if he was being pushed over the edge, all feelings about to boil over and spill all over the floor.
But all good things had to come to an end.
A/N: Took me a while, but I'm here. Sorry for the wait. And thanks to every single one of you who reviewed, every single time I get a review it inspires me to hurry up and get the next chapter done. You guys are amazing!
Also, I'm sorry for any confusions you guys are having. About the thing with Kagome and Inuyasha appearing to have a past out of nowhere, it may be confusing, but remember, the first night they hooked up, they hadn't seen each other in 4 or 5 years and plus they were both drunk out of their minds. But as I stated, they both kept feeling as if they knew each other and the morning after, they realized. So yes, they do have a past and yes, they were once very close before Kikyo came into the picture. And also, I'm sorry for screwing up the age difference between Kagome and Souta. There's probably more screw-ups I haven't even noticed, but practice makes perfect and I'll find time to go over it later.
Anyway, I think it'll be about 20 or so chapters at the least, I'm not really sure yet. And I'm also used to typing on my iPod and then editing when I copy-n-paste it to the site. But it messed up, and I ordered a new one but I'm not even sure if it's gonna come in. But I will hopefully be getting another one soon and be able to get back to you guys ASAP.
Once again, thanks for each and every single review, I wouldn't have even made it to chapter 3 without all the support. Keep on, you guys, and I'll keep updating. I can't say thanks enough! So until next time!