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The Red Hunger
Chapter 7
[Words in Italics are thoughts]
Was it possible to fall in love with someone because they were beautiful? As Kagome looked at the fallen angel gloriously splayed before her, she knew the question would haunt her till the end of her days.
Sesshoumaru was perfection in every sense of the word. Long, lean, lithe muscles flowed together in a seamless symphony to form a body that was so without flaw it made Kagome want to believe in Kami again. OH! Oh…. I never knew he had stripes down there! From the indent of his hip down to the curve of his buttocks were two parallel red marks, just like the ones on his wrists and face.
Following the path of the scarlet streaks, the miko gulped. How could one man be so…so….scrumptious? Ah, but he's not a man, he's a youkai.
Every time she had ever come in to contact with Sesshoumaru, it had been under the lustful pull of their unnamed affliction-- of their hunger-- his for her blood, and hers for his touch. No matter which way you looked at it their hunger was red. It was the red of lust, of passion, of blood. It had become the color of their lives.
But now….. now Kagome was looking at Sesshoumaru for the first time with clear eyes, and she was afraid. Her carefully built wall of excuses began to crumble. No longer could she claim to want Sesshoumaru because she was under the influence of some bewitchment, no longer was it some nameless instinct induced by a blind physical urge. Kagome gazed at the taiyoukai and craved him.
Step by step, she walked forward with the reverence of a Knight that had found the holy grail.
Sesshoumaru qua Blood Beast-kun had expected many reactions from the miko. There was the classic blush, or the more modern steely glare while trying to cover up said blush…..or his particular favorite, the wide eyed -cherry cheeked-- look. Unfortunately, for out dear puppet master, his puppet had cut her strings and all predictability had been thrown to the winds.
While his body was as still as the Greek marble statues it so resembled, Sesshoumaru's mind was struggling to comprehend. But , he'd made and itty bitty, teensy weensy, oh so small miscalculation: he never expected Kagome to try and touch him. This was a much larger problem than one would think. You see, not since the lingering kiss his dying Okaa-san had pressed to his cheek, had anyone touched Sesshoumaru-sama.
Oh sure there were the random unavoidable hugs by Rin, and the thing with Kagome. But he never really felt that, it was just a mindless exploration, driven by a primordial hunger. Touch led to feelings, those led to emotions.
O.k all together now…..emotions are BAD!
The taiyoukai had never gone back on his word, and he'd promised himself to never feel again. The gaping maw of guilt had almost consumed him as a child. He had the responsibility of running an empire, he could not develop suicidal tendencies over the senseless death of a few hundred people. The Great Lord simply did not have that luxury. No matter how much he ached for the cool embrace of death.
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Funny how sometimes fate will grant your wish without you ever knowing it. You aren't laughing. Why? Do you feel bad for out dearest Sesshoumaru-sama? Is there that lingering hope that underneath that delicious, yet icy exterior lies a heart that matches his eyes? Oh, I see your holding out for the 'he was traumatized as a child, by uncontrollable events,' excuse! HA. Can you be a bit more original? Really. Here is a secret, underneath those firm pectoral muscles lies….a piece of meat. It goes thump thump fifty times a minute, and serves to push that oh-so-blue blood through his veins. That's it. But wait! This is a love story, how can Sesshoumaru have no "heart?" Ah-ah, … remember who we're dealing with, Icy-sama will have to fall in love by using another organ. But lets go back to the story.
Ahem, so fate was about to grant Sesshoumaru's wish.
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Hot. Sesshoumaru remained frozen as Kagome drew closer and closer. With the greatest of will he found his voice, just as she was about to touch his chest.
"What are you doing Kagome?"
That voice, like Tabasco covered honey, didn't even phase the miko. It did make her seal that final centimeter between her finger tips and the youkai's white skin.
Hot. Burning, comforting heat sluiced though Sesshoumaru where Kagome trailed her fingers. He never wanted it to stop. Ever. This was his final thought as blood rushed to his head. Which one? I'll leave that to your imagination.
Kagome had felt the finest silk, and most luxurious fur. None of these described Sesshoumaru. She didn't know how he did it, maybe he bathed in the blood of virgins or something, but his skin was like a cool stream gently flowing beneath her fingers. She was enthralled by the ridges and dips mapped out by delicate veins before her. The miko was fascinated by this work of living, breathing…Moaning?….art.
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Kouga was very thankful for the Shikon shard in his legs. It made traveling long distances so much easier. He'd been sure to leave in the middle of the night, to avoid the plea's of his pack mates. They would have begged him to stay, to keep his pride….To condemn them to death.
Never.
So now he stood, in the seeming middle of nowhere, literally banging his head on a huge -invisible- impenetrable ward. Yes, he had reached the border of the Great Taiyoukai's personal abode. With a sigh, the wolf Prince jumped onto a tree branch, and decided to wait until morning to once again attempt to reach the abode of the Western Lord.
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She told me that my hands could not go below her waist….but what if hers go below mine? Well then, we're in luck. See, just relax. Relax? RELAX! Kami if I get any harder I'll….I….Why didn't we try this ages ago? Umm, because you're emotionally constipated. Indeed. Shut up! Without me you wouldn't exist. Really, what makes you think its not the other way around? See, this is why we haven't gotten laid…EVER. Pardon. Well, 'Mr. I have an icicle shoved up my ass,' we're about to get a hand job, and you're PHILOSOPHIZING! …..KAMI-SAMA…she's….she's…. Yes my frigid alter ego, she is.
Kagome was having an out of body experience. That was the only excuse. Riiiight. It was just too delicious, she'd become addicted to the low growls Sesshoumaru made as her hands reverently brushed their way down his body. Riding the growing feeling of womanly power, Kagome bit the proverbial bullet, and let her hands wander farther south.
Maybe she was bad at geography, or it was possible Kagome really was that naïve, but it came as a total surprise when her fingers first brushed it. The first thing that gave it away was the texture. It was like steel covered velvet. It was also hard, really, really hard.
The miko stilled and looked up into the eerie eyes of the youkai. For a moment she was startled, he looked like he was in a lot of pain. Oh….oh….oh….oh….oh….. What am I doing? Help me. Anyone. Sesshoumaru looks so upset. He must be so disgusted. Why, why, why did I do this? I should take my hand away, and start groveling. Yes. That's what I'll do.
Sesshoumaru's reaction to the removal of her hand was instantaneous, and very, very scary. He promptly pushed himself onto his elbows, and snarled in her face. It was by reflex alone that Kagome put her hand back. A satisfied hiss escaped his lips, and she just stood there. Then he said something. No, no, he couldn't of said that. You obviously misheard Kagome.
"I said, harder."
Yup, that's what I thought he said. Oh, he's…. purring. After observing the Taiyoukai's pleased reaction, Kagome threw herself whole heartedly into her task. She reveled in the smooth hardness, and the soft almost uncertain thrusts the youkai was making. Delighted in the harsh pants of breath that came forth when her other hand massaged the base of his tail. Kagome had no experience at all, so she pulled what she could from what her friends had gossiped about, and used her imagination for the rest.
From this day forth Sesshoumaru would kill anyone who implied Kagome had no imagination. For such a pure soul, the miko was very creative.
Hot. Burning, white heat raced through his body from his groin. His muscles clenched as sparkling pleasure pierced his senses. It wall all Sesshoumaru could do to gasp in air, allowing his beleaguered lungs to breathe.
Kagome was avidly watching Sesshoumaru's face as she touched him. It was the first time she'd ever seen any expression grace his features. She'd previously thought that Sesshoumaru could be no more beautiful than he already was, yet when she saw wonder creep across his guarded features, the graceful arch of his neck when he threw his head back, the heaving of his chest, Kagome realized she was seeing the most beautiful creature in existence.
It was only when something warm and sticky spilled onto her hand did the reality intrude upon the miko of the Shikon-no-Tama. What have I done?
Tell me again why I didn't do this before? Emotionally…..constipated. Ah. I do believe it is time to take control of the situation. How so? Page 69 of the Kama Sutra my dearest self. Ah.
The very happy Sesshoumaru-sama looked over at his miko and allowed a small frown to pull at his once again composed visage. Kagome was sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at her hand. Is my seed really that interesting? Maybe it's a ningen thing? Indeed, but she is not human. Ah. It would seem she is disturbed by her actions. Well then, maybe she needs to be distracted ne?
"Thank you Kagome."
Kagome strenuously fought against the instinct to pop her head out the window and check if there was a pig flying by. Not only had…had…come on now, you can say it….you gave Sesshoumaru-sama, Taiyoukai of the West, half brother and archrival to our soul mate Inuyasha, and human hater to boot, a hand job. Right. He also just thanked me for said pleasure. May the Gods save us all.
With the gentleness one saved when handling newborns, the Great Lord took Kagome's hand and cleaned it with the edge of her discarded robe. When done, his hand continued to slink up her bare arm, until his thumb brushed erotically against the mate-mark on her shoulder. Each movement caused a jolt of electricity to sing through her nerves and pool low in her abdomen.
"You have brought me great pleasure Kagome. How can I repay you?"
"N…no…no need to re….repay me Sesshoumaru-sama." She was surprised those words had actually come out. Thought was becoming impossible has his cool breath shushed along her skin, setting her pulse a flutter.
"Nonsense, you've mingled with the lower classes to long Kagome, one should always repay a favor. Let's make your moans the nights currency. " That said he ever so softly brushed his lip against hers.
Stars burst behind Kagome's closed eyelids when his tongue plundered her mouth. Yet he explored her so tenderly, she wanted to cry. Deep, deep down in the depths of her mind a forbidden thought was revealed to her, This is what a kiss should feel like. It makes me remember that I exist. It gives me a reason to fight, to live, to thrive. This is what Inuyasha's kiss was missing. This.
Soon Sesshoumaru's hands had begun to wander back down her arms, never straying beneath her waist. As she twisted further into his embrace, Sesshoumaru was struck by a bolt of inspiration. She likes pain. No, no she will use it as an excuse to escape the reality of this if she is swept away. Trust me.
With the knowledge of one skilled in the art of torture, Sesshoumaru dragged his dulled claws down her chest, not stopping even when he naughtily raked over a tight nipple. His actions were rewarded with a small mewling sound, as she pushed her breast forward, a decadent offering to a starved youkai. His lips lapped the red welts that has arisen in the wake of his fingers, soothing and erasing them from existence.
Down, down, down he went following the path of his fingers. He stopped and smiled as his tongue brushed the elastic of her panties, going where his hands couldn't.
Kagome's mind stuttered to a halt. His….his…his….hands are right next to yours. You never said anything about his mouth . But I said no sex, so what's the worst he could do?!
He nudged ever closer, to that wonderful, heady, addictive scent. That earthy tang tantalized Sesshoumaru's nose. If he could just get-a-little-closer! Now, remember the goal. This is dead blood. Yes, Yes. Now, if I can just get my tongue a little closer……
At the first tentative lick of Sesshoumaru's nimble tongue Kagome froze, at the second more persistent flick she moaned, and rather loudly at that. Then he hit that very, very special spot and Kagome was gone.
Some said they saw fire works, others heaven. For Kagome every sensation and thought was clarified to an almost painful extent. It was like going from a hot sauna to plunge into an icy river. Everything vivid. That ripe aching feeling that built each time she was with Sesshoumaru, finally -finally- was completed. For a brief moment Kagome felt whole.
Suffice to say that Sesshoumaru-sama repaid Kagome in full for her earlier favor.
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Kagome awoke when she felt the warmth of Sesshoumaru leave her.
"Wake up Kagome, it is morning. "
Once again Kagome missed another rare moment when the youkai actually made a facial expression. This time his brow quirked as he tried to understand the confused jumble that issued forth from his miko's mouth. So far he understood 'gah' and 'no.'
"It is already noon Kagome. I must patrol my borders."
"Uh-un. I wanna sleep."
"You will accompany me. Get dressed." With a glare in her direction, Sesshoumaru entered the washroom, only to have Kagome blearily walk in on him a moment later. He observed curiously as she splashed some icy water on her face.
"What shall I wear, you neglected to bring my clothing…..and the robe is…..stained."
Once again frowning because he could not read Kagome's state of mind. Mentally shrugging, he turned to answer her question, "Is there no clothing in your pack? There have been no females in the Citadel for centuries. Only Rin, and her clothing will not fit you."
No females in the Citadel for centuries? Goodness….but what do I wear? "OH! "
With that inspired sounding proclamation, Kagome rustled through her loyal yellow back pack . "AH-HA." She turned around holding up Sesshoumaru's shirt that she had begun to mend.
"Where did you acquire that?"
"You left it one night, and I decided to try and sew the tear I'd made in it. I was going to give it to you last night…..but…..erm…we were….otherwise occupied."
Inwardly Sesshoumaru was feeling very satisfied, for Kagome was doing her embarrassed expression # 3. His favorite, the wide eyed- cherry cheeked- blush.
"Indeed. " The youkai frowned when he realized how little the shirt covered. It's indecent! But she does look good in our shirt, ne? Ah well, no one who sees her in it will live anyway.
Kagome fastened the collar, and turned to Sesshoumaru, "Why aren't you dressed?"
"I will not be wearing clothing."
"WHAT?!!"
Deciding that actions would speak louder than his words, Sesshoumaru shifted.
Kagome really had no idea how right her observation was the night before when she'd thought that the bed chamber was large enough to fit Sesshoumaru in his full demon form. There before her stood a large - very large- white canine youkai with red eyes that were horrifically familiar.
The Great Lord wanted to snort at the gaping miko. Really, how did she expect for the both of us to patrol my lands? With this thought he crouched down near the bed.
"Sesshoumaru?"
Had he not been expression stunted, Sesshoumaru would have rolled his eyes in exasperation. Instead he nuzzled her stomach with his snout, and wuffed.
"Oh! It is you." A gentle, unsure hand stroked his paw. "Ummmm, what do you want me to do?"
In response he nudged her on to the bed, and sunk lower. It took a moment, but the miko put two and two together. "Let me get this straight. You want me to ride you?"
He turned and glared at her. Even though he spoke not a word, she understood that his glare was the equivalent of ' No DUH.' Kagome sighed, youkai were soooo temperamental.
With a shrug, she complied and scrambled up his haunches, settling herself around the scruff of his neck, where his fur was thickest and she could hold on easily.
Then he stood, and vaulted out the window.
"AAAAAAAAAH."
After their initial rocky beginning, Kagome was surprised to say that the ride was rather comfortable. Patrolling the border of the Western Lands consisted of walking, or riding as was the case, through a cool glade and a nice forest. But then again she was not surprised that no other youkai would want to challenge Sesshoumaru, they'd have to be suicidal. Even Naraku thought twice before approaching the Western Lord, though in he did end up twisting the youkai in one of his nefarious schemes. But Kagome was sure Naraku harbored deep rooted suicidal tendencies that stemmed from his lack of acceptance when he was Onigumo. OK, this is the last time I bring my psychology text book with me. First I diagnose Sesshoumaru with an Oedipus complex, and now I'm analyzing Naraku. GAH!
All in all, the patrol was less of a patrol and more of a nice morning walk. It gave Kagome a lot of time to think. Too much time to think.
I can't believe that he kidnapped me. Then I …..then he…..oh what a mess. A terrible, horrible mess. How could I have done that? Why did I do that? How could I have liked what he did? Then…..then he told me to go to sleep! GAH.
Fortunately Kagome was pulled from her deteriorating thoughts by Sesshoumaru going still as the ice he so resembled.
Someone has been testing the wards up ahead. Fool, he is still there.
She watched as Sesshoumaru tested the air with his powerful nose. Then he carefully lowered himself to the ground.
Correctly assuming he wanted her to get off, Kagome did so. A low growl told her to stay where she was, as Sesshoumaru stalked off to hunt his prey.
Huffing loudly and thinking evil thoughts towards all youkai, Kagome halted when she felt a familiar tugging on her senses. That…..that feels like a Shikon shard! With that final thought Kagome raced after Sesshoumaru.
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In the end Kouga would never know how lucky he really was. After all he was unconscious for the important part.
There he was minding his own business, trying to make a dent in the annoyingly resilient wards, when his world went black. He never saw the red eyes gleaming at him, never saw the deceptively tiny girl race in afterwards and start screaming, never realized he'd finally met the Western Lord.
"Put him down Sesshoumaru-sama!! Put him down NOW!"
A brittle, slightly muffled, growl answered her. If only the Taiyoukai's mouth were not clamped around the dangling form of our favorite wolf Prince, Kagome might have gotten the point better.
"Sesshoumaru, I don't think I could ever kiss again if you ate him!"
Eat him?! Eat him! She thinks I am going to eat him. How vulgar. Understanding that he would not win this argument while unable to speak, Sesshoumaru smoothly morphed back into his lovely, edible, biped form.
"You think I wish to make a meal of him miko? I was simply going to take him to the Citadel to question him. This fool has been attempting to break my wards since last night, I have a right to know why."
For a moment Kagome was embarrassed enough to stay silent. Okay, the moment finished. "Please Sesshoumaru-sama, let Kouga-kun go. I am sure he meant no harm."
Jealousy and possessiveness lit like dry kindling in Sesshoumaru's gut. Kouga-kun. Maybe I will eat him after all.
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"It seems that you are in a bit of a predicament Prince Kouga." ………..Every rumor he'd ever heard of the Great Lord's bizarre sexual practices tumbled through his mind. ………Sesshoumaru was very disappointed that he had to silence Kouga-kun. It turned out that he screamed rather loudly. ………………. "What have you done?"
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