I do not own Inuyasha or the songs used in this story.
Please refer to Chapter 1 for trigger warnings.
KAGOME
Warmth.
It's the first thing I notice when I come back to the land of consciousness.
A heavy pressure lays across my midsection and another is weighing down my hip. Small, warm gusts of air tickle the nape of my neck, and a solid wall is molded to my back. I squirm slightly before opening my eyes, and the heavy ropes of muscles around me tighten.
The room is dark, but when I finally manage to turn over to lay on my back, there's no mistaking the halo of silver hair that frames the beautiful, rugged face of Inuyasha.
His ears flick in my direction and zero in on me, no doubt detecting my waking.
His eyes flutter open next and the gold in his irises glow in the dark, almost as if they're emitting their own light. His leg is pressed over my hips and his arm is over my middle. He doesn't move his limbs other than to prop himself up on one elbow to look down at me.
"You're awake." His deep tenor rumbles. His eyes roam over my face as if checking for any sign of distress.
That's when the events of last night hit me.
The back alley of the club.
Seeing Kouga.
Racing to Sango's.
Panicking, panicking, panicking.
And then…
Inuyasha.
No doubt smelling my whirling emotions, I feel a calloused hand stroke my cheek. "You're safe." He whispers softer this time. The words are almost like a prayer, something he's trying to convince himself of as well as me.
"You're still here," I whisper back.
"I couldn't… I can't…" He trails off with a shake of his head, struggling to find the words he wants to say. As if he needs to explain himself.
I react out of instinct, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him closer in a comforting embrace. Comfort for both of us.
He doesn't hesitate for a single second in reciprocating.
We may have only known each other for a short time, but there's no denying the connection between us. Inuyasha makes me feel safe.
Wanted.
Protected.
Dare I say loved?
"What happened?" I whisper finally.
"Sango showed me the file." His warm breath ghosts along my neck, but its not what causes the shiver that strikes like lightning down my spine. I stiffen against him and he tightens his hold, not letting me see the anguish on his face that I can clearly hear in his voice.
"You saw…" I squeak out, my voice failing to hide the raw emotion etching itself into my throat. Tears prick the corners of my eyes and I bury my face further into his neck.
I don't know why, but knowing he saw me like that… it feels like a knife being twisted into my chest. I'm scared he'll look at me differently now. That he'll see me the same way I see myself.
Broken.
Damaged.
Degraded.
Weak.
"Don't…" He whispers pleadingly. "Please don't cry, baby."
His plea has the opposite effect, though, and the dam breaks. My tears soak into his hair. I hear a pitiful whine escape his throat and then the oddest sensation takes over. Like a low vibration that thrums through the quiet room, pouring straight from his chest.
Purring… he's purring.
Pulling away only enough to capture one of my cheeks in his hand, he looks down at my teary eyes with his own pained golden orbs. His forehead rests against mine.
This is by far the most intimate moment I've ever experienced.
"I wasn't strong enough… If I had just-" I start, my voice cracking.
"Don't you dare. Kagome, don't you dare blame yourself."
He isn't getting it. He isn't understanding.
"But I-"
"No." His voice is hard like it physically pains him to listen to me. "Baby girl, there isn't a fucking thing in the world that you could've done to deserve even an ounce of what he…" Inuyasha takes a big inhale, regaining his composure. "You'll never have to worry about him ever again. I promise, Kagome, he'll never hurt you again."
I let his words surround me like his yoki that's blanketing me in a protective cocoon, much like his arms. After a few moments without a response from me, he brushes away a few stray tears from my cheeks and looks into my eyes, into my soul.
"I will protect you, Kagome. I'll never hurt you, I'll never let anyone or anything ever hurt you again. I promise."
The hope that blooms in my chest makes my breath catch. But I can't help the bout of doubt that seeps through the seams.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Inuyasha." I plead, my voice so low, I know normal ears would miss them, but not his.
"I can, and I will." His words are laced with finality.
It doesn't take much for me to accept them. Believe them.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, my eyelids close on their own accord. I drift back into a deep sleep. The last thing I'm aware of are warm, soft lips caressing my temple as clawed fingers combed through my hair.
"Are you okay?!" Sango practically pounces on me the second I leave her room. It's roughly 2pm when I wake up again, only this time to an empty bed and a new contact on my phone followed by 2 new texts.
Inuyasha: Had to go to work, but I'll be back around 5. Text me when you wake up, baby girl.
Sent at 6:03am.
Inuyasha: PS. Tell Sango I'm sorry about the door, I'll replace it asap.
Sent at 6:05am.
"I'm fine, San. What happened to the door?" I ask, poking my thumb behind me to gesture at the broken doorknob and obvious claw marks on the frame.
Sango glances behind me and sighs. She motions for me to follow her to the kitchen and I do, taking a seat at one of the bar stools at the breakfast nook. Sango busies herself with making coffee while she explains. "Inuyasha lost his shit when he saw the file." She turns and fixes me with a sheepish look. "I'm sorry I showed him, Kags, I just didn't know what to-"
"It's okay, Sango." I interrupt, giving her a reassuring smile. "He helped me. And he was bound to find out eventually."
Sango lets out a relieved sigh. "Well, when he did find out, he turned full demon."
My brows draw to the center and I scratch my bedhead. "What do you mean 'full demon'?"
Sango places a steaming mug in front of me. "Because he's only a half-demon, his human and demon blood are almost like separate entities in his body. Heavy emotions draw his demon out, and sometimes, he can transform into a full demon out of instinct." She explains.
She must read the question in my eyes because she sighs solemnly before she continues. "When he saw the pictures… he just lost it. His eyes turned red… his claws and fangs grew, he had these purple jagged lines on his cheeks and shit… he barely even registered that Miroku and I were in the room. He just got up and went to you. Damn near tore the fucking door down in the process." She finishes that last sentence on a murmur.
My mind is working double time to process what she just said.
Why?
Why did his demon blood kick in when he saw me hurt?
Why did it affect him so much?
Just… why?
I shake my head to clear the mental barrage that does nothing but confuse me. Deciding to let it go, I take a sip of my coffee and pull my phone out.
Kagome: I'm up. Thank you for last night…
Sent at 3:14pm.
His response is almost immediate.
Inuyasha: No thanks needed, baby girl. I'll always be there for you. I'll be at Sango's in a couple of hours with the lecher.
Sent at 3:15pm.
Kagome: See you then.
Sent at 3:15pm.
Looking back up from my phone, I catch Sango's knowing smirk and roll my eyes. "He said he's coming over after work with Miroku. He also promises to fix the door."
"Fucking better." She mumbles as I try to hide my smile behind the rim of my mug. After a few moments of silence, Sango just can't seem to take it anymore. "Alright, spill. You barely meet the guy a week ago, and now you're smiling like a teenager over a few text messages."
I sigh. "I really, really like him, San."
She nods in response. "Yeah, I can see that. He really, really likes you too, ya know?"
I swallow and search her eyes. "Do you trust him?" Sango is the best judge of character, especially when it comes to demons. When I was with Kouga, she was very vocal about her feelings towards him. Reminding me to always keep my location on for her, so she'd always know where I was just in case. She was adamant about something being off with him, but I could never see it. Knowing how right she was now makes me seek her validation when it comes to Inuyasha.
She looks at me with an almost motherly look. After a few tense seconds of letting the question hang in the air, she slowly nods. "I trust him. But he better not make a habit out of wrecking my fucking apartment."
Inuyasha made good on his word and came back to Sango's with Miroku after work and fixed the door. Inuyasha and Sango keep exchanging a look I can't decipher, but I assume if they want me to know, they'd tell me. I call my friend, Shippo, and ask if he'd cover my shift at the club tonight. I plan on staying in and hiding. As pathetic as that sounds.
Fate doesn't seem to agree with that plan.
I'm sitting on the couch next to Inuyasha as he and Miroku argue about demons and humans playing on the same sports teams. He's wearing a plain white shirt and blue jeans. His long silver hair is in a bun. One of his ears is focused on Miroku and the rest of the room. His other is completely trained on me.
I don't know why, but the notion that he's always looking out for me, listening for me, makes my heart do cartwheels in my chest.
His leg shifts at one point and presses against my thigh. If he notices, he doesn't acknowledge it whatsoever. He's as cool as a cucumber, if not a little annoyed with Miroku and his idiocy.
I, on the other hand, am very aware of our legs touching.
In fact, I am completely aware of him.
He smells like leather and sandalwood and it tickles my nose in the most delicious way. I'm hypersensitive to everything he does. The way his fangs catch the late evening light trickling into the room from the windows. The way he emphasizes his arguing points with his hands, the way his shirt cloaks his broad, muscular chest like a second skin. All of it makes my mind wonder.
Memories of his body covering mine when he was comforting me. I imagine being in that position with him again, only sans clothes. I wonder if he'd be as gentle with me as he was last night, or if he'd be rough and hard all over. I've never felt this ache between my legs for anyone until now, and it makes my cheeks flame just thinking about all the things I want Inuyasha to do to me. That I was to do to him.
I've never seen a real, up-close, and personal penis before. I bet he would be big. Shit, it has to be. Inuyasha is a wall of a man, strong, sturdy, and huge all over.
He'd probably split me in two…
The thought, although obscene, makes my thighs clench, an action that unfortunately doesn't go unnoticed by a certain hanyou.
Inuyasha and Miroku finally decide to drop the debate, and he leans back against the couch, causing our shoulders to touch. Without a second to prepare, he turns to me. Head cocked to the side, he takes a deep breath through his nose, his ears flicking a few times before completely turning towards me;
His lips curve in a slow, predatory smirk.
Fuck.
With a barely audible squeak, I find my hands in my lap awfully interesting. My eyes refuse to meet his,
As if saved by a guardian angel, the chorus of Psycho by Puddle of Mudd broke through the haze and the moment is over.
Inuyasha's eyes and ears follow the noise and he chuckles, a dark and low vibration that I feel in my core.
"You know, your ringtone says a lot about you as a person." Inuyasha snickers. Sango flips him off without turning around on her way to get her phone from the kitchen.
INUYASHA
"Hello?" Sango answers the phone in the kitchen and walks back into the living room to retake her seat on the arm of the couch next to Kagome.
The close proximity gives my ears the opportunity to pick up on her conversation, innocently of course. It's not like I'm trying to eavesdrop. It just comes naturally.
"Hey, cinnamon bun, guess who's back in town?" A deep voice teases on the other end.
Sango gasps, gaining Miroku and Kagome's attention. "Oh my Gods, when did you guys get back?"
"Last night. I haven't heard from you or my little artist in a minute, what's up with that, huh?"
Little artist? His little artist?
He better not be talking about Kagome.
"Mine."
"We have lives, you know." Sango counters. The unknown man on the other end chuckles.
"Well, we're doing a pop-up show tonight at Third Eye. Is Gome with you?" He asks.
"Gome"? Who the fuck is this guy?
Sango looks at Kagome, a sly smirk working the corners of her lips.
I don't like that look.
"Yeah, she's here."
"She finally dump the wolf?"
Sango rolls her eyes at that. "Yes."
And he'll be fucking dead soon, too.
The man on the other end pauses a second, then asks, unable to mask the hope in his voice. "So, she's single again, huh?"
At that, I have to swallow the growl scratching its way up my neck. No one else seems to notice that I can hear the other end of Sango's conversation. That is until Sango looks up at me at the guy's question. Without exchanging words, I glare at her and her eyebrows rise in amusement.
"Sorry, bud, you snooze, you lose."
Releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding, my shoulders lose a bit of tension. My arm snakes its way behind Kagome on the back of the couch. I might as well put a stamp on her forehead that says my damn name.
"Damn! You know, I've been trying since college." Mystery man remarks, although his comment sounds more joking than serious. Sango chuckles.
"Yeah, you and just about the whole male population, jackass. It's never gonna happen. You're bro-zoned."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So, tonight? Third Eye? You and Gome down?"
Sango nods even though he can't see her. "We'll be there. Oh!" She turns and looks at Miroku. "Um, my…boyfriend will be with us as well. He's human, so could you-?"
"I'll put a plus one by your name. What about Gome?" A pause. "She bringing someone too?"
Sango makes eye contact with me over Kagome's head.
Yeah, she knows I can hear their conversation.
I nod once and she grins at me.
"Yeah, but he's a demon so no need to put him on the list."
"I better be meeting these two punks. You know, I only want the best for my girls."
His girls? Motherfuck-
"Says the guy who will fuck anything with two legs and a wet hole." Sango fires back. A loud bark of laughter follows. They exchange goodbyes and Sango hangs up the phone. She looks straight at Kagome.
"Your favorite shitheads are back in town."
Kagome sighs, not a response I was expecting. "I assume we're going to Third Eye?"
"What's that?" Miroku interjects. "And why'd you have to mention I was human?"
"It's an all demon bar." Kagome answers. "Humans aren't welcome unless invited by a demon, and the demon has to be pretty damn important to have enough pull to put your name on the list. We'll probably be the only humans there."
Miroku nods, but that raises a red flag for me. "So, who do you know that's that important?" I don't mean to come off rude, it's just how the question came out. If Kagome thought it was offensive in any way, she didn't show it. She looks up at me from the side with amusement in her eyes.
"A couple of friends from college. Demon brothers." Kagome clarifies. "They're in a band and only do pop-up shows, so you have to be invited to see them live. They're really popular overseas; that's where they were touring for the last year. Not many people know them around here, but those that do, know they frequent Third Eye."
I nod at that. My possessiveness and jealousy want to make themselves known at the thought of another demon having the hots for my mate, but I let it roll off my shoulder the second she leans closer to me. As if acting on pure instinct, she snuggles deeper under my arm and molds herself into my side. I take the opportunity to slide my arm down off the back of the couch and drape it over her shoulder and across her back, my hand resting on her hip.
My demon starts purring and I have to stop myself from doing it aloud.
Ever since last night, it's like she seeks out my comfort. My touch. My protection. When I came over after work to fix the door, she greeted me with a smile so big, it almost brought me to my knees. I could feel her gaze on me as I worked with the tools I brought to fix the door and frame. When I was finished and sitting on the couch, she immediately took the seat next to me, close enough to feel my heat, but not enough to be touching. I remedied that quickly.
Her body was so warm under my palm. Our touching thighs are sending electric shocks up my leg straight to the tip of my dick. Without thinking, I duck my head slightly and bury my nose in her hair, taking a generous whiff of the scent that's embedded itself into my very soul. Kagome doesn't seem to mind whatsoever. In fact, when I pull away, she's looking up at me like I'm a fucking God.
If only she knew the power she has over me. She's the only holy being in this room, and I would gladly bare my neck and kneel at her feet to worship her.
I am so fucked.
I fucking love it.
After running home to change clothes, Kagome and Sango told Miroku and me to meet up outside her apartment building. Sango is going to ride with Miroku in his car and I plan on taking Kagome on my bike. I know she probably wants to ride her own, however, I'd use any and all excuses to have her body pressed against mine in any capacity. Having her close is becoming more and more of a necessity, a need.
Every second spent away from her pushes me closer and closer to the edge of insanity. I'm pretty sure she's becoming a fucking obsession. And fuck me if I'm not planning on completely possessing her.
Sango and Kagome come out of the building and head towards us in the parking lot. Sango is wearing a pair of faux leather pants and a pink faded crop top, along with knee-high black leather boots. Miroku is dressed in a black t-shirt and blue jeans, pretty bland and standard but he figured since it was a bar, he'd leave his club attire in the closet.
Kagome, on the other hand, never fails to make all of the blood in my fucking body rush to the appendage between my thighs. I find myself lucky to already be straddling my bike, otherwise, I'm pretty sure my knees would buckle under me at the sight of her bare legs. I've discovered she has a thing for skirts, and I am not one to complain about that. She's wearing a tight white tank top, much like the one she was wearing the first night I saw her. Her skirt reaches her midthigh, flaring out like a schoolgirl's. It's a dark crimson color, my favorite color, and makes my fucking mouth water. She's wearing her trademark combat boots and she has my leather jacket folded over her arm as she walks up to me.
Only she isn't paying much attention to me at all.
She circles the bike with a goofy smile on her face. I can smell her excitement, a hint of nervousness and adrenaline kicking in too.
"If you need a moment alone, I can move." I quip.
Her honey-laced laugh tickles the hairs on my ears and makes my heart hammer a tattoo in my chest.
Without a word, she comes to my side and I hand her my helmet. Her small hand grasps my shoulder as her long leg swings over to straddle the bike seat behind me. I make a mental note to help her off when we get to the bar so she doesn't accidentally flash anyone the treasure that is her inner thighs.
Her thighs trap my legs and I can feel her heat on my lower back.
Fuck, she's going to kill me.
She has no reservations when it comes to leaning forward and wrapping her arms around my waist. I start up the bike and follow Miroku's car to the heart of the city. Kagome lowers her head onto my back, her cheek pressed between my shoulder blades. There's almost no part of her body that isn't touching mine. Speeding up, I weave through passing cars on the road. I feel more than heard her joyous giggle. Her thighs squeeze my legs whenever I take a turn and I can't stop the perverse thoughts that come to mind from the innocent action.
Her thighs squeezing around my waist, heels digging in to take my length, arms wrapped around my neck as her fingers leave red tracks down my back, pulling me in, deeper and deeper until I feel her walls clenching-
"We're here!"
I don't even realize when I pull over and park behind Miroku's car on a side street until Sango's cheery voice pulls me from my daydream. Kagome detaches from me, but I am not going to let her lift her leg up to swing over the bike when there are other men around, walking up and down the street. No one gets a glimpse of the precious skin of her inner thighs except me. I kick the stand down and dismount before she has a chance to. I grab her around the waist and lift her up off the bike.
She's so fucking tiny that my hands almost circle her entire waist. That shouldn't turn me on as much as it does, but I'm a lost fucking cause at this point. Being reminded of how much smaller she is compared to me just reinforces my desire to break her. Ruin her in the most delicious ways.
Worship her.
Protect her.
Make her mine.
I notice her scent leaking that sour stench of fear and anxiety, so I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her into my side. "I've got you, baby," I murmur in her ear.
Kagome looks up at me with wide, grateful eyes. The fear in her scent is replaced by that of her normal, happy one. I flash her a smile that's only meant to placate her nerves, but I underestimate what the sight of my fangs does to her. Her eyes flick down to my mouth and for the briefest of moments, her scent turns a bit spicy.
Mouthwatering.
Intoxicating.
The scent of her arousal makes me tighten my hold on her. It's only there for a second when she stares at my smile, but it's enough to make my mind wander.
What are you thinking about, baby girl?
We follow behind Miroku and Sango on the sidewalk. About half a block away from where we park, we turn towards a set of stairs tucked away in an alley. They're leading down to a heavy metal door. I take a look around and notice no one else is coming or going. This area looks almost completely deserted and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The idea of Kagome and Sango coming here at night, alone, doesn't sit right with me.
Sango reaches the door and bangs on it twice with the side of her closed fist. It opens a second later to a giant boar youkai. He's wearing a mean mug, the tattoos covering his arms and neck telling a hundred stories at once. He has murder in his eyes and his nose twitches as the wind picks up our hair.
He scans us over, then reaches around the wall and grabs a clipboard. "Name," he mutters.
"Sango and Kagome. I should have a plus one." Sango says. The boar youkai doesn't look up at us as he scans the sheet. My sensitive ears try to pick up any sounds that come from the area behind him, but to my surprise, it's eerily quiet.
"You're good." The boar youkai finally decides, shifting out of the way to let us inside. We enter a long dim hallway that leads to another, thicker door.
"Um, Inuyasha?" Kagome's soft voice caresses my ears and I look down at her. Her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth and I want to pull it out and take it between my own teeth.
"What's up, baby girl?" I ask.
"I just wanted to warn you, it can be pretty loud." As she says it, Sango opens the metal door and all of my senses are assaulted. The normal smells of a bar scene engulf my nose, but the loud music causes my ears to pin back against my head. With a scowl, I try to move my ears to adjust to the noise level. A melodic giggle sounds before I feel absolute fucking bliss.
I'm purring before I even have a second to realize what's happening.
Kagome's dainty fingers have found their way to the soft fur of my ears and she's rubbing them with careful tenderness, soothing my irritation at the abrupt noise. I look down at her and see pure adoration and joy shining in her eyes. As they catch mine, she pulls her hand away with a sheepish giggle.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. They're just so cute." She admits with a shy smile.
No one has ever touched my ears except for my mother. Kikyo looked at them with disgust, as did most of the human community.
In fact, no one's ever looked at me the way Kagome does.
I'm going to make her mine if it's the last thing I fucking do.
Walking in with Kagome tucked securely to my side, I take in the dimly lit bar. It's more like a club than I thought it would be, but instead of techno beats and pop music, the air is filled with heavy metal. I recognize the song blaring from the speakers immediately and my gaze finds Kagome.
She's mouthing the words.
Fuck, can she be any more perfect?
(B.Y.O.B - System of a Down)
There's a stage to our left with various instruments placed along the back. Demons are everywhere, not another human in sight. The bar lines the back wall and the right wall is lined with booth tables.
A lot of people turn their heads as we make our way to the bar in the back, no doubt smelling humans in their territory. I tighten my hold on Kagome, but then she surprises the fuck out of me.
She's got a habit of doing that, I notice.
Grabbing my hand from her hip, she lifts it and spins under my arm while singing the lyrics to the song.
Everybody's going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancin' in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
With her looking back up at me, I can't fight the goofy grin I give her. I pull her close, putting one of my hands on her lower back as I sway us chest to chest, singing the next lyrics with her.
Everybody's going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancin' in the desert
Blowin' up the sunshine
When the heavier verse comes up, she throws both hands in the air, jumping and throwing her head around, sending her hair in every direction. I throw my head back and bark out a laugh before joining her.
Blast off, it's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it's party time
And where the fuck are you?
I grab her face, both hands on either side as I bring her face close to mine. Her smile is the biggest I've seen yet, and we recant the lyrics to one another as if we're yelling in each other's face.
I mean, we pretty much are yelling in each other's faces.
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
By the time the song ends our impulsive heavy metal dance session, we're both laughing like a couple of lunatics, ignoring the curious and inquisitive looks sent our way. Kagome grabs her side like she's in stitches, and I wipe a mirthful tear from the corner of my eye.
I pull her close to me again as the next song plays.
(Paralyzer - Finger Eleven)
Lowering my head, I brush my lips against the shell of her ear and revel in the shiver that travels up her spine.
"You wanna grab a drink, baby girl?" I rumble in her ear. She nods, eyes shining and cheeks flushed. Her smile melts my fucking heart and makes my cock twitch.
I grab her hand and head towards Miroku and Sango who are already at the bar. However, they're not alone.
I see two demons around them, one standing in front of Sango while the other sits on a barstool to her left, Miroku on her right. The one sitting on the stool has a long black ponytail and shit-eating grin. He looks like your typical pretty boy, save for his ripped black jeans and black tank top. While he is clearly a lady's man, his companion in similar attire looks a bit more monstrous. Demonic, if you will.
We get closer to the bar and the one sitting shifts his eyes up and his grin gets wider.
"There she is!" He bellows, and I immediately recognize his voice as the one Sango was on the phone with. He gets up from his seat and stalks towards us, never once taking his eyes off Kagome.
She makes a soft chuckling sound and half-heartedly waves as we meet in the middle.
"You know I wouldn't miss it. Besides, Sango wouldn't be here without me, Hiten." She says affectionately. I grit my teeth against the unnecessary pang of jealousy.
Hiten laughs. "That's because Sango needs a constant babysitter when she drinks."
He looks at her hand in mine and follows the arm attached to it, to me. Our eyes lock and I can't help but school my features in a glare. "You gonna introduce me, Gome?"
We're practically having a staring contest as Kagome gestures with her free hand. "Inuyasha, this is Hiten, that over there is his brother, Manten." As she says this, the ugly brute-looking demon waves my way with a small upturn of the lips. He seems friendly enough, but this Hiten guy…
"Hiten, this is Inuyasha, my…uh-"
"Mate."
"Boyfriend." I bite out, releasing her hand to slide my arm around her waist possessively, making sure to drag my clawed fingers along her back in the process, just because I like the blush it brings to her cheeks.
We may have never talked about what we are, but it sure as shit isn't just friends and she knows it.
I'll claw my own damn eyes out before I let anyone with a dick between their legs think she's not undeniably mine.
Hiten's eyebrows shoot up, no doubt catching the possessive hold I have on Kagome. As a demon, he more than likely smells my scent all over her. His smile falters just the slightest bit before coming back with vengeance. He throws his hand out in front of me to shake it. "Nice to meet you, man."
We exchange greetings. He then nods his head towards Kagome. "Careful with this one, she's a bit of a spitfire with that reiki of hers."
"Oh please," Kagome mutters while she rolls her eyes.
Without looking at her, he leans a little closer to me. "She burned the fuck out of me Junior year. Spent a week in the infirmary and had to cancel three shows."
"You got drunk and fell through my canvas!" Kagome now turns to me. "It was my final portfolio piece and it took me 90 hours to complete. It was still wet when he tripped over his own two feet and ripped right through it."
Hiten throws his head back with a half groan, half bellowing laugh. "She slapped the fuck out of me with only a quarter of her power. Threw my ass out like a fucking ragdoll. It definitely wasn't my finest moment."
Kagome scoffs with another roll of eyes. "It's the last time I used my powers in anger. I'd rather heal than harm."
"Whatever you say, hippy."
The banter between the two resembles that of siblings and it makes me relax slightly. With an amused smile, we make our way to the bar.
"About damn time!" Sango yells over the music. She thrusts a glass full of what smells like whiskey into Kagome's hands. "Time to show these guys how we get down!"
It's very clear Sango doesn't get down on a regular basis seeing as she's maybe a drink and half in and already slurring.
Kagome just shakes her head and throws the drink back in one go. I have to force my eyes away from her so I don't seem like a creep standing here watching her throat work as she swallows the burning liquid.
"We gotta be on stage in 5, bro." Manten says to Hiten, who waves his hand in dismissal.
"Yeah, yeah." He grabs a beer bottle from the bar and takes a swig before looking at the rest of us. "We're only doing a few songs tonight, so stick around. Drinks on me!" He takes one last swig before turning and going towards the stage, his brother at his heels.
"How did you two end up as friends with a pair like that?" Miroku asks Sango while he nurses a beer. He nods to me and I reciprocate, telling him to get a beer for me as well.
"We had some classes together in college. As soon as Hiten saw Kagome, though, he made it his personal mission to insert him and his brother into our circle." Sango replies, drinking from her own bottle.
The admission makes me bristle.
I take the offered beer from Miroku's hand after he gets it from the bartender. Kagome leans closer to my side.
I look down at her. "So, he did have a thing for you," I say bluntly, unable to hold back the bitter tone in my voice.
Kagome scrunches up her nose and makes a cute sound in the back of her throat while Sango erupts into a fit of laughter.
"Oh, he tried so hard. Pulled out all the stops, flexed his muscles every chance he got and spent almost all of freshman year pining after her." Sango says, moving her hands animatedly. "When she let him down, he took it pretty hard. But-"
"But he knows I only ever saw him as a friend." Kagome finishes, flashing a scowl Sango's way.
Sango rolls her eyes playfully.
(Stupid Girl - Cold)
Swelling with a bit of pride, I smirk and lean down to Kagome's ear. "Good."
She looks up at me with curiosity and challenge. "Oh?" When I nod, her lips curl up in a smirk. "And what makes you think you're not in the same boat as him?"
With a growl, I grasp the back of her neck to pull her closer. "Not a possibility, baby girl. You're mine."
I see that familiar defiance in her eyes, the fire blazing in her cheeks. When she doesn't respond, I poke her a little further.
"Am I wrong, Ka-go-me?" I tease. When I still get no response, I press harder. I know exactly what she needs. "Tell me you're mine."
I watch the skin on her neck break out in goosebumps. I can't resist nuzzling my nose against it, inhaling her scent like it's my lifeline.
"Yeah," She whispers breathlessly, hardly loud enough for my sensitive ears to hear. Our faces are so close together I can feel her breath on my lips. "Yours."
Fuck. Me.
I smile proudly, my lips ghosting across hers, whispering my appreciation, my praise.
"Good girl."