Warning: Smut
Sloth
Almost immediately after those words were uttered, Kagome's gaze flattened. So he wants to play it that way? Fine.
She'd dealt with smartasses before. Nothing a little tough love couldn't fix.
Walking right over, she knelt by his side, boldly grasping the white underlayer of his hanjuban cloth first, giving it a hard tug. She successfully pulled it shut over his chest, glancing at his hankimono. He bore an orange crest, the silks more threadbare than she was used to. Smoothing the collar down, Kagome started when the chest under her hands rumbled with a dusty chuckle.
Glancing at Sloth, she yelped, her body pulled atop him via some large and very pleasant feeling hands on her waist. This resulted in her straddling the demon lord's waist.
"You're actually doing it? What a dutiful mate you'll make, miko."
Kagome growled at the teasing note in his voice, noting with despair that the movement had loosened his clothes again. Her efforts would be fruitless if she didn't grab his obi and tie it right. The only problem was that it was currently riding low around his hips, the material sliding over his lap currently between her thighs.
"Hold still or I'll purify your ass," she muttered, cheeks flushing. Honestly, she didn't know why she was bothering, but the male beneath her seemed entirely too smug and comfortable. She wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of getting to her, the jerk.
Sloth let out another chuckle, taking a drag of his forgotten pipe and watching her sitting atop him languidly. "Inuyasha is quite lucky," he mused in a silky, sleep drenched voice. "Even if he is a fool. I suppose there is a thing as fool's luck."
"What are you talking about?"
"Ignore him," Fantasy called, continuing to write her letter and otherwise leaving them be. "Lazy Sesshoumaru likes to watch clouds and pretend to philosophise. He thinks he's deep but for several years his musings were all basically; why did Father give Tetsusaiga to Inuyasha and not to me? I don't want a sword that heals things, hn, hn, hn!" She grinned, winking at Sloth.
He huffed, while Kagome took advantage of his distraction and grabbed the loose ends of the obi, making him jolt when her hand cupped something. "Calm your enthusiasm, miko. This one needs that in order to produce an heir."
Kagome blinked and looked down, slowly registering what exactly she'd accidentally groped. Gritting her teeth and letting out a noise, she yanked his obi and tied it tightly around his waist, cutting off his ensuing chuckles and making him cough on his pipe. She made to move off him but a hand seized her wrist, grip not particularly strong. Sloth's eyes were dancing despite the shaky smoke leaking from his lips, hips shifting beneath her.
The inkpot clattered a little as Fantasy set it down, frowning over at him. "Hey, you're making her uncomfortable! Let her up now."
Kagome's eyes widened, more surprise filling her as the Sesshoumaru clone grumbled and released her.
Fantasy got to her feet, accepting a bow and arrow from a random servant that seemed to have materialised from out of nowhere. Attaching the scroll to the arrow via string, she walked out into the gardens. Kagome watched the clone stop and plant her feet, nocking the arrow and readying her bow. The stance was excellent, practised. Kagome looked down at her own hands, noting the small imperfections from handing a bow for so long. The slight scar on her dominant hand. The wide knuckles. She raised her head, watching as Fantasy released, shooting the arrow up. It sailed in a wide arch up, flying through the gaps in the bars of the cage, soon sailing down into the unknown beneath them.
"How does she know her 'friend' will find that arrow?" Kagome murmured, almost to herself.
"Her scent is on it. Happiness will track it down," Sloth spoke up, leaning heavily against one of the wooden posts and pouring himself some saké.
She glanced at him, eyes widening. "Happiness..."
"Hn and he'll pass it on to Discipline. He's more likely to get results," he took a languid sip.
Fantasy rejoined them, smiling. "Sadness and Innocence will be okay now, you'll see!" She reached out and pat Kagome on the arm.
In a moment of madness, the miko grabbed her hand, scrutinising it. Her heart fluttered, giving a hard thrum.
The scar was there. She turned her palm, checking, but even the knuckles were the same as her own.
Fantasy blinked and shared a perplexed look with Sloth. "Uh…"
"Why do they look so accurate?" Kagome rasped weakly. She then clutched the hand closer, looking at Fantasy with earnest. "I need to see something! Can you show me the spot under your ribs?"
Fantasy blinked but slowly nodded, shooting Sloth a glance. "Could you maybe turn around?"
He snorted, "it's not as though I haven't seen everything you have to offer before."
Kagome's cheeks plumed rouge as Fantasy sighed, lifting a shoulder while loosening her obi, pulling the parting aside to reveal her chest and hip.
The first noticeable thing was that she wore one of Kagome's favourite bras, which was…interesting. The second quickly consumed all thought. Fantasy had a wide jagged scar from rib to hip on her left side. Kagome's breath hitched.
Mistress Centipede.
She'd gotten that scar during her first adventure in the past. It was where the shikon jewel had been ripped out.
Kagome pressed a hand to her side self consciously. "H-how does he know about that too?"
"I think you can probably guess," Fantasy adjusted her clothes back into position, making Sloth sigh, perhaps with disappointment.
Blushing, Kagome wrapped her arms around herself. "So Sesshoumaru… spies on me? It h-has to be when I'm in the hot springs. Is he a stalker?" Uncertainty quickly boiled into outrage. Yes, anger was far safer and affirming than whatever that flutter in her stomach was. "That…that pervert! Lust said he smelled me do 'things' but he must've seen me?! Watched while I was- oh god!"
Feeling a little tired or maybe overwhelmed, Kagome sat down on the porch. She rubbed her cheek, starting when a hand pressed to her forehead, "you're a little warm, miko. Do you desire a drink to calm your frazzled human nerves?"
Glancing at Sloth flatly, she wanted to push his hand away. He looked and sounded almost exactly like the demon that had apparently been perving on her while she'd bathed, but she didn't. Because it was more than that. You didn't create intricate mansions in your mind for someone who was just porn material. The fake Kagome looked too accurate, too carefully crafted.
"Don't be silly, Sloth. Kagome doesn't drink," Fantasy huffed.
Blinking, she tilted her head. "I do sometimes with Miroku and Sango, even though I'm not of age to in modern Japan."
Something passed over Fantasy's face, as though she'd just told her the sky bad been red the entire time. "O-oh, right. Of course!" She shook herself. "Anyway, maybe today has been a little too much. You're welcome to rest in a spare bedroom while we wait for word on Sadness and Innocence," Fantasy said gently.
Kagome nodded, smiling slightly with weary gratitude. "That would be nice, thanks."
Lying on the futon, Kagome curled up on her side, shivering a little. Fantasy had lingered, obviously a little concerned, but Kagome had assured her until she'd been left alone with her thoughts.
Just her and her emotions.
That was until something warm pressed against her back. Kagome shrieked, feeling arms wrap around her waist.
"Mn… be quiet. You are too loud," came a mumble from her hair.
She froze, inhaling the scent of magnolia and spice. "Sloth?" She hissed, blushing. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" A chest pressed against her, foot sliding between her ankles. "This one demands the warmth of a woman."
Kagome blinked, noting that the plumes of heat were mainly coming from the demon, warming her. She bit her lip, quieting.
A puff of hot air danced over the back of her neck, the sensation of lashes brushing flushed skin. "Now you are too silent. What ails you?"
"I'm confused," she murmured, fingers threading in the futon. "Granted, the Killing Perfection cuddling me-"
"Stealing your warmth," he corrected.
"Right, 'stealing' my warmth, isn't a regular thing. Going inside someone's head isn't normal either. But I've seen weird and wonderful, I can deal with those. Even Sesshoumaru's perverted side, for some inane reason I'm not grossed out by. But I can't just shrug off the other things I'm noticing here, the stuff...concerning me."
At Sloth's silence, Kagome dared to shift and roll over, facing him. She hadn't shared a bed with a man before, let alone a fully grown demon. The closed doors blocked out most of the light, but no amount of shadow tempered burning midsummer gold. She could see his slit pupils observing her lazily. Wisps of silver hair curled around them in loose trails.
Even tired and lazy, the demon's presence felt like something to behold. A kind of energy radiated off him in waves, but it relaxed the stiffness in her shoulders. Kagome found herself inching closer.
"The things you are noticing," the Sesshoumaru look-alike uttered tiredly. "Can you not 'deal' with them?"
"I don't know. A part of me is embarrassed, nervous, weirdly flattered...and worst of all, maybe a little happy."
"That is worst of all?"
"Of course it is. If I get happy about everything I'm seeing I'll start to want and hope for things in the real world. And getting your hopes crushed...it hurts. A whole lot."
Sloth blinked slowly, closing his eyes to snuff out those burning embers.
Kagome watched him, a little enraptured. It wasn't easy to observe Sesshoumaru so blatantly. Her fingers twitched with want to touch, to smooth his dishevelled bangs back.
"Um…" she poked his arm.
"Hn?"
"Are you going to give me some advice? I thought we were leading up to that."
"That was your assumption," he huffed. "This one is too tired for such things."
A small noise escaped her, unable to help but burst into quiet giggles. "You're such a jerk," she pressed her forehead against his arm, mildly alarmed by how comfortable she felt.
His hand curled in black locks, claws lightly scraping the line of her shoulder blade and eliciting a shiver. "And you overthink things," he sighed into her bangs, making the strands fan into disarray. "All you have to do is keep in mind what you've seen here. Then...use it to your advantage once you get out."
Kagome blinked, mulling this over. Confronting Sesshoumaru wouldn't be easy but she couldn't ignore what was going on inside his head even if they were private thoughts. He'd violated her privacy by spying on her enough to know her scars and favourite bra. Fair was fair.
She jolted, feeling something. "Sloth."
"Mn?"
"Can you stop squeezing my ass, please?" She asked sweetly.
He chuckled, opening one eye just as Kagome raised her head.
"Make me."
Cheeks darkening, she stared at him. The ensuing silence dragged on with neither parties moving. The second she did- the larger, heavier bedmate rolled over atop the smaller and allowed his entire body weight to sink down, cutting off her muffled shrieks.
Kagome tried to kick her legs but at best could muster a few pathetic jiggles of her ankles. Sloth's head rested on her chest, eyes falling shut as he immediately dropped off into a contented, quiet sleep.
The miko had no choice but to accept defeat, sighing and dropping her head back against the pillow. This did not bode well for her nap.
Despite her initial despair, Sloth had shifted off her sometime during their sleep. Kagome roused upon realising she had fully functioning lungs again, no longer crushed under the bulk of a Daiyoukai.
Hearing quick footsteps pass by her door, Kagome paused, groggily blinking fully awake. Raising her herself up into a sitting position, she listened intently. Vague, hushed voices could be heard, growing fainter. A few giggles rang out.
Extracting herself from Sloth's clutches, Kagome crept to the door, sliding it back and feeling the outside air fan pleasantly onto her face.
Two figures could be seen racing down a pathway through the garden. Her own smiling, enraptured features grabbed at Kagome's heart, and she was following Fantasy with the unknown Sesshoumaru before even realising it.
Padding barefoot over the grass, she stepped onto the smooth stones of the path, jogging to catch up with them. It took a moment to place where exactly they were heading, but soon enough her suspicions were confirmed when the couple slipped into the bathhouse together.
She knew should probably turn around.
This situation wasn't meant for her eyes, a private affair. And yet her curiosity niggled at her, pushing her to continue. That was her face and body pasted onto a figment of Sesshoumaru's mind. Didn't she have every right to see what he did with it?
Rounding the side of the building, Kagome slid the main door open, creeping inside. Laughter reached her ears, followed by splashes. Steam obscured their figures within the larger pool. Kagome ducked behind one of the potted plants acting as decoration.
Various face mushing sounds could be heard and Kagome winced, realising the awkwardness of listening to someone kiss.
"I missed you," the Sesshoumaru was purring.
Okay, one million yen says that's Lust.
"Mhm," Fantasy sighed. "...Not that much though, right?"
"Hn?"
"I met the real Kagome. She was wearing your clothes," some water lapped within the pool, and Kagome shifted, kneeling to peer between the leaves of the plant, looking at the two now separated figures. "Mind telling me what happened?" Fantasy had crossed her arms, ice underlying her tone.
It went without saying that they were both naked, the water ending at their waists. Kagome bit back a sigh, that's one million yen I now owe myself.
"You do realise, dear one, that you are both essentially the same perso-"
"Don't say that kind of thing to me," Fantasy's voice turned hard.
Lust waded closer, palms skimming her elbows. "Why? Because it upsets you to be compared to another like the dead priestess Kikyo?" He frowned slightly, hand sliding up to her cheek. "Our creator blessed and cursed you with such a multifaceted mind. You are aware you are not the real Kagome and yet have the same insecurities and doubts. It does not make much sense to me to torture yourself with comparisons."
Fantasy closed her eyes but inched back from his touch. "You don't get it. It's easy for you. You're Lust. Wrath is Wrath. Envy is Envy. I'm not one emotion, I have so many!" She burst, hands curling into fists. "I'm supposed to be this girl from the future but I hardly know anything about it because our creator doesn't know! I'm just a half baked version of the original!" She snarled in a wobbly voice, stilling when Lust wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back in, heedless of her struggles.
He sighed, "foolish woman. Do you think if I were pure Lust I could be having this conversation?" He sat down, pulling the miko onto his lap and kissing her neck, making rigid shoulders relax. "You worry too much."
"Of course I do," stroking her hands over him slowly, she trembled and sighed. "Once the real Kagome is outside, everything could be ruined. She's in a relationship with Inuyasha. She could tell Sesshoumaru how disgusted she is with him and he'll finally repress everything he feels for her. I'm helpless if he does that. I don't know what'll happen to me."
Kagome watched while the two kissed with such palpable feeling, running their hands over each other. Her brows pulled together. She hadn't known. Fantasy hadn't shown one flicker of sadness or worry around her, but Lust soothed those things away with his mouth and touch. Add to that, everyone in Sesshoumaru's head seemed convinced she was still dating his half brother.
"I don't want to leave you," Fantasy gasped against his mouth. Lust's arm moved slightly beneath the water, obviously rubbing her intimately.
"You won't. This one will keep you, no matter how small you shrink," a wicked tongue glided up the stripes on his cheek, causing him to groan. "Should think I'll have to fight lover boy for you though."
"Let's not talk about him," Fantasy mumbled. "He's been tailing the real Kagome and hasn't stopped by to see me once," she rubbed herself against him.
Kagome watched with a mix of horror and fascination as her double sank herself down without hesitation. Though the water hid their lower halves, it became apparent from their moaning that she'd sheathed his cock within her.
The image of her with Sesshoumaru was a strange one, simply because Kagome had never thought of it before. Well, maybe in passing she'd found him attractive. That his voice sounded like melted honey. But everyone thought that about him, she'd wager.
Lust panted and groaned, hands dragging up her back as he bent to suck on her breast. "So eager…"
Fantasy bucked her hips and groaned, starting to move. Her black hair fanned out with each buck and grind, body moving with a practised flare that Kagome could only blush at. Lust circled her nipple with his tongue, biting down into her breast. Kagome flinched, but Fantasy tossed her head back and cried out euphoric pleasure.
Not content to sit still, Lust swiftly moved- changing their positions with a turn, forcing her to lean back against the side of the pool as he rutted between her legs.
Their noises mingled, creating a sinful choir within Kagome's mind. Her thighs pressed together, something twisting within her lower stomach. She was pretty sure Fantasy's pleasured cries weren't her own. They sounded a little off, likely because Kagome had always been careful not to be too loud when pleasuring herself in the hot springs. She'd press a hand to her mouth and gasp into it but always tried not to cry out loudly for fear of discovery.
Their slick bodies moved as though possessed, unable to stop. Lust thrust harder and faster, making the woman jolt and sigh against him as he pinned her against the side.
Kagome swallowed thickly. Heat flared in her veins, mouth turning dry. She wet her lips and panted a little, feeling a flare of humiliation. Holy shit. Bad! Bad Kagome, bad!
And yet, she couldn't stop watching.
She watched in silent agony while Lust snarled pumping his hips erratically, silver hair trailing into the water.
Their bodies created wet, heinous noises, the water thrashing when their movements picked up into a frenzy of cries, growling and pleasured snarls, Lust thrusting hard and stilling with a strangled snarl. Fantasy cried out with him, clutching him close and panting as they relaxed, in complete contrast with their movements a second ago.
Kagome remembered to breathe and blamed the wet feeling between her legs on the steam in the air. Was this similar to how Sesshoumaru had felt, watching her?
If this was his fantasy, had he seen all that? Did he long for it?
She glanced up and realised that Lust had pulled out, soft cock hardening mere seconds after he rubbed it again. "A good thing about this not being the real world is that we don't have to tire, dear one," he purred, turning Fantasy to rest on her stomach.
Fantasy giggled in a breathy way, glancing at him over her shoulder as he lifted her hips. "No, I like that part."
Taking her from behind, Lust started to roll his hips again, causing the woman to mewl and writhe.
Kagome had seen enough. She shifted, carefully crawling over the wooden floors towards the exit. She chanced a glance over at the couple and froze, heart impaled with javelin of mortification. Lust had met her gaze.
Tempting lips curved, golden eyes flashing a touch brighter. He didn't pause or falter, claws scraping lush thighs while he continuously bucked striped hips and let out a sultry groan. "Gn...Kagome..."
Flushing crimson, Kagome bit back a squeak and frantically scrambled out of the hot springs on her hands and knees. She caught the fleeting sound of rich chuckles, gratefully sucking in the cool outside air the second her palms met grass.
Catching her breath, the girl sat back on her heels, touching burning cheeks.
It proved difficult to piece together a coherent thought, what with her lower stomach niggling at her that it needed something. A heady kind of sensation between her thighs kept calling to her. Shaking herself, Kagome shakily stood, holding her arms. Biting her lip, the miko decided to wander around the gardens to try and cool down.
So that's what you picture, she looked up at the sky.