Disclaimer: No, I still don't own anything of this story but the plot and the OC. Inuyasha's characters are not mine
A/N: The end of this chapter contains mild sexual content.
Chapter Two: Fever
As the days went by, Inuyasha realized how much more difficult he initially thought being away from Kagome was. He couldn't look away from her: more the once his eyes were glued to her breasts, the pale and smooth skin of her thighs, her luscious backside and at night, while he sat in the highest branches of a tree, he had to force himself not to grab her and have his way with her away from prying eyes. He found himself at her feet, inhaling her fresh scent that sometimes seemed to hold a spiced tone as if he was detecting the remains of her arousal. He wanted to run his hands on her legs, raise her skirts and caress her buttocks, see if they were firm like they appeared to be.
He could say that his behaviour seemed suspicious. Miroku was starting to look at him funny, especially when he was clenching his hands to fight the urge to touch her, when his eyes were focused on one specific target or when he was easily distracted. He had no time to deal with pervert monks, even if he admitted that, lately, he could comprehend more clearly his needs. He couldn't let himself fall into the trap: Miroku would tease him, nudge him, force him to confess, and finally, he would convince him that he could do it, that he should go for it and confess Kagome his real feelings towards her.
If he could also be sincere with himself, he would understand that he had nothing to fear, that even if Kagome came from the future, she would stay in the past with him when the well closed... if only he gave her a chance. He knew she was in love with him; she made that abundantly clear, and he thought he could confess his love as well, especially now, after Naraku's death. But then, strangely, as soon as his instincts began to press him, urging him to mate her and create the bond, he backed up and couldn't find the strength. How pathetic! He really was pathetic; he could fight demons but couldn't confess to the miko that he truly loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
The more he denied himself, the more the demon inside himself wanted to show up and let his instincts flow, but he couldn't let him. The more he denied himself, the more he started to get hotter, more aroused and the constant need to find release was unbearable. He couldn't think clearly anymore. More often than not, while they were travelling, he had to stop, shut his eyes, and try to find peace within himself, only to find a lusting demon.
In the following month, Myoga started to check on his master. When he realized that Inuyasha didn't have much time left, he tried to speak to Kagome alone, only to be intercepted by the half-demon and be threatened. There was no hope.
It seemed like a normal day when the fever started. In the beginning, it was bearable; even if he looked more flushed than usual, he didn't let anyone come near him and refused their help. But when the breathing became harsh, and he started to sweat profusely, no one could deny that something wrong was going on with the half-demon.
"Inuyasha? Are you ok?" Kagome asked tentatively.
"Damn! Stop talking, please," he couldn't even stand her voice, the urge was too strong, and he found that he couldn't even move. "Fine, wench! I'm fine!" he managed to say, strained and tense. He closed his eyes, he tried to inhale some fresh air, he really tried. Yet, when he took a deep breath, he found himself covered by her smell. "Fuck! I can't do it; I can't do it! Damn!"
She had come closer while he wasn't thinking clearly.
"You don't look fine, Inuyasha. You should lay down and let me look at -" she tried to reason.
"NO! Don't come near me. I said I'm fine, damn it!" He couldn't let her near him now; it would do no good. He would lose himself, and that wasn't what he needed now.
"He smells funny," Shippo stated.
"Funny? Funny how Shippo? Is it bad?" Miroku asked him; he found strange this suddenly fever. Moreover, considering that Inuyasha didn't seem to be in his right mind since last month... he was starting to think that something strange was going on.
"No, it's not bad, but I cannot say what it is."
"AH! See? Even Shippo say that's nothing to worry about! Leave me alone! I just... I just..." that said, he disappeared before he even had the time to finish the sentence.
Kagome stared at the space where only a few seconds ago Inuyasha was standing, trying to understand what the hell was happening. What was really his problem?
"I don't understand..." their relationship didn't get better after the last big fight they had. Sometimes, she thought Inuyasha was looking at her strangely; she could even see the longing in his eyes. But then, if that was the case, why should he put distance between them? He knew how she felt. It's not like he could fear her refusal. No, something else was going on, but every time she tried to speak with him and ask him, he made himself scarce like he really couldn't stand to be in close quarters with her for more than some minutes. And it hurt her, hurt like hell because for some time she thought he was going to open himself to her, she saw a possibility, she dared to hope, only to find the door slammed in her face.
"I wish I could say I had some answers, but I don't. It seems like he is not even himself anymore!" Sango exclaimed, frustrated.
"Do you think it is something I have done? It did start after we fought, this strange behaviour of his." Kagome tried to appear calm but with poor results. She bit her lips, trying not to think negative. What if it was really something she had done without even realizing it?
"I don't think so, Kagome-sama. If that was the case, he would have probably shouted, sulked and earned a Sit. He's not the type to keep something like that to himself. I think it's something else he doesn't want us to know. But why?"
Shippo looked at them, worried. Maybe he could help them; he could tell them what he had overheard between him and Myoga. He was now sure that the two things must be connected somehow, but then, if Inuyasha found out - and he was certain he would - he would likely kill him. Plus, he didn't want to hurt Kagome more than she was.
"I think I'm going home," she finally said after mulling it over.
"Kagome?" Sango asked uncertainly, "Are you sure? You don't want to wait for Inuyasha to return?"
"No, I'm sure," she said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat and stop the tears that threatened to fall. "I think I need to leave now. Don't worry, I'm going to come back soon. Can I take Kirara?"
Sango nodded, her own emotions unstable, and while she looked at Kagome running away, she had to lean on Miroku for support. Everything seemed blurred. What had gone wrong?
Inuyasha laid immobile on the river bank, only slightly cooler, trying to think about what happened back at the camp. Was it really the bottom line? Couldn't he stand it anymore? What was he going to do? "I fucked up. How am I going to explain all of this? Maybe Myoga was right; maybe I had to think about harder before it came to this". But why had he reacted that way when this morning he seemed to be relatively fine? Just slightly hot, like he had always been in the last few days. When he took another breath, he realized startled a month had already passed and that the reason why he reacted so badly was Kagome's scent. She was in heat again.
He didn't register when he started flying through the forest, following the enticing aroma that was Kagome. The last bit of restraining he had was gone too, and soon he found himself engulfed in the bright light of the bone-eater's well. He didn't even think about the foul stench that always covered the future world; her smell was too empowering, and he couldn't stop himself anymore.
With two leaps he was at her window; he closed his eyes and focused only on her. What he found shocked him. She was breathing heavily, and he was sure he heard moans; no, it couldn't be, he must be delusional. But when he inhaled again, he recognized the unmistakable signs of her arousal. His ears swivelled; they caught more moans and whimpers. Then, when he finally opened his eyes, he became unable to look away from the sight of Kagome - his Kagome - lost in pleasure.
When she finally arrived home, Kagome found it empty. A note on the fridge informed her that her mother, brother and grandfather went to Kyoto and would come back by tomorrow evening. They had planned to go visit her mother's parents for her grandmother's birthday, and she had totally forgotten. Another thing on the list of the reason to be angry with Inuyasha.
She was overwhelmed by a rush of different emotions, mostly violent; she didn't even want to cry anymore. Instead, she was angry and bothered by his behaviour. Why must he be so stubborn? Why he couldn't open himself just a little? Why not let her understand why one day he seemed to be fine with the idea of being with her - for real, like Miroku and Sango -, and the other he was back at being the old grumpy half-demon? He really didn't make sense. But then, couldn't she say the same thing for herself?
She laid down on her bed after she removed her clothes. It was like that in the last months; the more she thought about Inuyasha, the more she got hotter. Since she had understood the meaning of what her body was telling her, she had started exploring herself more. She had figured the meaning of the heat that strangely pooled between her thighs, or of the moans that escaped her is she tried to touch herself just there. And when she started, first cautiously and then with more firmness, she found that she couldn't stop. She needed this feeling; if she couldn't have him, then she would have settled with thoughts of him like this... exploring her, savouring her, enjoying her.
And even now, still angry at him, she couldn't stop; she was already wet, and when she ran her fingers firmly on her clit a moan escaped her. She didn't even have to worry about her family; she was alone, she didn't need to be quiet. She brought her other hand on her breast, and she kneaded it; she pinched her nipple and sighed, imaging something else there... plump lips and a fang scraping delicately. Oh, that was really good. "Yeah, like that," she murmured.
The finger of the other hand suddenly moved, and she inserted them between her folds, thrusting them, thinking of another set of longer and sharper fingers. Then a mouth would follow, the same that had been suckling at her nipple, a tongue would replace the fingers and then, oh, then... "oh please don't stop. Inu...Yasha, don't stop."
And then suddenly she felt as free as ever, the pleasure became blinding, and the moans became louder. Back to her senses, her breathing was erratic, her chest rose and fell rapidly. Yet, she dared to open her eyes, letting her fantasy dissipate.
What she saw wasn't really what she was expecting. There on her bed, naked like herself, was Inuyasha, face between her thighs, licking his lips as if he had really done what she had been fantasizing about.
The infamous smirk was also there; he clearly was satisfied with himself. "Good?" he asked.
"Oh, gods," she thought. He was there; he had really done those things. This time, she hadn't imagined those fangs, those lips, that tongue. She shivered at the thought and then red covered her cheeks. "What the fuck? Had he?"
"Inuyasha? What?"
He didn't give her time to continue. Inuyasha was there; he had already tasted her, watching her writhing in pleasure underneath him. He couldn't back away anymore. It wasn't enough, he wanted everything, and he wanted her just for himself. He wanted to hear his name escape her lips with a moan again - and again, and again. He kissed her with a passion he didn't even know he had; she tasted herself on his lips and then allowed his tongue to enter her mouth and seek hers. They battled for dominance, and then he started kissing on her chin, her neck and throat, leaving marks on the way to her breast.
She started to explore him too, touching him everywhere, like she couldn't believe he was there: his chiselled chest, his broad shoulders, his tight ass and then she came back to his face. His golden eyes were now looking straight at her. It was like he was searching for her very soul, she could feel all the passion and love he had never revealed, and while her hands found their way to his ears, their lips connected again.
It seemed that in a single night the two soon-to-be lovers wanted to make up for all the time they had lost in pointless arguing, yelling and temper tantrums that now seemed even more immature. Everything was happening so fast, and neither of them seemed to mind. They wanted to discover each other, to love each other, and they were about to do exactly that, quickly and frantically. The fear that this was all a dream and that they would find themselves alone again and even more empty if they opened their eyes was too much.
And so plump lips met warm skin, cautious fingers touched those parts of each other that usually didn't see the light of day, and their bodies intertwined and met in an attempt to become part of each other, in the hope that nothing could ever truly divide them again, not even the end of that very real dream.
With some courage and shortness of breath, Inuyasha positioned himself between her legs, and she felt the tip of his hardened cock seeking entrance between her wet folds. She stiffened, finding the movement a little bit uncomfortable. "Hey, if you don't want to, I can stop." No, actually, he couldn't, but he would if she didn't want that if she wasn't ready.
She didn't answer, instead, she reached for him, letting the tip go deeper until he found himself sheathed inside her hot, wet, tight walls covering his cock; he hissed, finding the pleasure almost unbearable, slowly starting to stretch her to accommodate himself.
The pain wasn't so much for her, or at least it wasn't how she feared could have been. She waited until she was sure she could feel comfortable with this new presence inside her. Then she let him know he could move, slowly he began, kissing her delicately, whispering words of love in her ears that she could never have thought could come from his lips. And like it had begun, the pain gradually disappeared, replaced by mild and then intense pleasure. Until all that it could be heard was flash against flash, their moans and cries, until they both found themselves shouting their names, and he emptied himself inside her.
He couldn't understand why he had waited so long for something so beautiful and so good, why he had let his irrational fears overwhelm him. And while he started thrusting harder inside her, Inuyasha swore he would never let her down again. She was his heart, she had always been his anchor, and now she was his mate, their souls merging in the final act of pleasure, forever binding them together.
They went on like that all night long, trying to get acquainted with every inch of their respective bodies, memorizing every bit of flesh, every moan and sigh. They knew it was just the beginning, yet they weren't aware of the trials and challenges that now awaited them.
A/N: Anyway, if you think it was so soon for them then let me tell you that the intent of this story is not making them realize they love each other but what comes after that, their life together and the role Sesshomaru would play in it. That's why I decided not to spend too much time on what comes usually before.