Death the Kid x Kagome

Note: This drabble does not relate to the one before it. It is its own stand alone. I just couldn't help myself. -KibaSin

"Kid," she gasped, nearly breathless, as the Shinigami grazed his lips down the slim column of her neck. She had been practically squirming ever since he had began to leisurely draw figure eights on her thighs nearly an hour ago, seemingly engrossed in the movie he had insisted they watch. They had been alone ever since then, Liz and Patty silently excusing themselves with sly smirks and kissy faces when they noticed, and she had almost been at the end of her rope when she had felt his hot breath graze her cheek. The first kiss had seemed innocent enough, with him whispering sweet nothings about the symmetry of her face that only he was capable of, but she could not find it in herself to really care that she was pressed back against the couch with him hovering over her now that it was finally beginning to get hot and heavy.

She was his, after all. She had been ever since she had been thrust back into the modern era by the finished Shikon no Tama that had infused itself in her flesh, surprised more so by the youthful God of Death awaiting her with just as much confusion on the other side of the well. The connection between them had startled them both, as it quickly became obvious that they were destined to be patron God and miko to one another for the rest of eternity if fate treated them favorably. And while he had both insulted and charmed her in an odd way with his need to point out every flaw and perfection she possessed due to his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, it had not taken her very long at all to accept him once he refused to leave "his miko."

She would have been both embarrassed and ashamed for taking so long in the first place had he not told her that such was ridiculous given the circumstances once she learned of his duties to Death City and DWMA as Shinigami-sama's son. Correction, she was a little embarrassed and ashamed by it, especially after she had found her head spinning with the knowledge of Weapons and Meisters and Kishin, and—

Kid sucked on her neck rather hard, releasing the spot with a little pop to stare down at her with his intense golden stare. "Don't wander off on me." His lip tugged itself upward at the blush that quickly spread across her cheeks. "I have to make sure both of these bruises are the exact same size, or it'll throw off the symmetry," he told her then, ignoring her tiny huff. "Your fluctuating aura is distracting me."

She rolled her eyes with the statement, despite sucking in a sharp breath when he returned his attention to her neck. "That could take you all month," she whispered back somewhat jokingly. It had taken him an entire month to be satisfied with his hickey handiwork the first time, and she had almost been startled when he became upset over them fading asymmetrically every couple of days.

The Shinigami only responded by grabbing a handful of her breast with both hands, causing her to arch up into him slightly with a moan. It was one of her many perfections, he often said, and he could not seem to keep his hands off them for long these days. Not that she could really bring herself to mind when he twisted her nipples simultaneously through her tank top. It sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine every time, and she could not bring herself to deny her patron God such a gift so long as he did not try using them as an example on a perfectly symmetrical world ever again in public.

His lips brushed against her ear, as he whispered, "This one feels like its gained a bit of extra weight since yesterday," and squeezed one for good measure. Kid's eyes glittered humorously when she snuck a peek at him from under her lashes in question when he retreated a bit to watch both her breasts strain against the neckline of her top with a gentle push. "But, don't worry, they're both a vision of perfect symmetry."

"Oh," Kagome moaned, leaning up into his touch, "Shut up, you."

Kid returned her kiss just as forcefully, applying the same amount of pressure to create balance between them. He felt her little satisfied grin against his lips when he groaned, feeling her brush up against his crotch with a deliberate thrust. A simple twist of her nipples returned the favor in kind, and he could say he was rather pleased when she pulled away from him sharply to gasp.

"Mmm," she panted. "That's not fair, Kid."

But he only smiled back at her, watching his beautiful little miko as he began to trace his fingers down the soft curve of both her lovely breasts to explore her hourglass figure. Another soft groan escaped him from the way she bit one side of her lip, knowing that he would have to remedy the tiny action with similar abuse to the other side soon enough. She stiffened a little when he lightly brushed his fingers up underneath the edge of her top. "You'll let me, won't you, Kagome?" he asked softly.

She slowly nodded back at him, feeling the way his very soul enclosed around her lovingly with that simple question. It made her cheeks flame a little brighter, even as she pushed her soul back up against him with just as much affection. They had never really… well…

It had taken her quite some time just to become used to his constantly twitching hands, wanting little more than to marvel in her breasts, and he had surprised her with his resilience to remain a perfect gentleman once she had snapped at him that he reminded her entirely too much of Miroku-sama. Except worse. She had almost felt bad about it once she finally allowed him the pleasure in his own secluded room, because she enjoyed it maybe more than he did after he had become overcome with sheer joy.

Now she wanted nothing more than to please her patron God in every possible way that she could, and she had little objections as his hands began to slowly push her tank top higher on her ribs. "Please," she whispered. Her eyes started to water lightly along the edges, feeling his undying love and devotion on a spiritual level she would never have experienced with anyone else. "Please, Kid."

He kissed her again, stroking the underside of her breasts once he had bunched her top up to the point it just barely concealed their perfection from his sight. The anticipation between them was thick, and he could not help thrusting his hips into the apex of her thighs to hear her gasp for him again.

"Kid!" she pulled away immediately, watching him lazily open his eyes to gaze upon her with those shining golden eyes she loved so much. She knew he was teasing her from the playful nature of his soul, and she was quick to end it by pushing her chest toward him. She felt the soft fabric shift with the angle, revealing her flesh to the Shinigami for the first time. She tightened her fingers into the sleeve of his jacket when his eyes finally slid away from her face, attempting to remember how to breathe as his fingers traced the underside of one breast.

Then his eyes shifted lower, taking in the flat planes of her stomach with his other hand following the exact same path across her flesh. It sent goosebumps along her arms, making her want to rub her—

Death the Kid froze suddenly, his face turning pale when his eyes locked onto her hip.

Her brow crinkling downward in confusion at the unexpected change, Kagome pressed a gentle hand against his cheek. "Kid?" she asked. His stillness immediately concerned her, but it was the panic that laced through his very soul that had her trying to soothe him by brushing back his hair in a way that often pleased him late at night. "Kid, what's wrong?"

The love and devotion they held for each other had not faded, so it could not be that he found her—

The miko blinked in surprise when Kid fell away from her, hitting the floor with a rather loud thump. Beyond confused, Kagome could only lay there for a few seconds before she finally rolled onto her side to stare down at his depressed form weeping pitifully beside the couch. She had only ever seen him like this whenever somebody destroyed something he considered true symmetrical perfection.

"Kid?" The need to overcome and end her patron God's misery quickly overwhelmed her, and she had just started to reach out for him when her hand suddenly flew to her hip with a sudden realization. "Oh…!"

The scar she had from Mistress Centipede…

She shook her head lightly with a smile then, slipping off the couch to gather his head in her lap. Her fingers weaved through his hair with ease, attempting to soothe him once more, as she gently cooed, "It's okay, Kid. I had thought you would have realized there was a pretty nasty scar there, but I guess I should have clarified before we… before we… um…"

Her face was a flaming mess when Liz and Patty poked their heads back into the room. The eldest Thompson sister only blinked at the sight of Death the Kid laid up on the floor like the world was ending before his very eyes, whimpering about ruined perfection. "Is everything okay in here? We only came to check because we heard a crash, but I guess that was just Kid hitting the floor."

Patty giggled, adding, "Yeah! Boom, boom!"

Kagome tried her best to laugh, waving away the pistol sisters, as she said, "Uh, yeah, it was just… uh, the end of the movie just really got to him. That's all. Nothing to worry about."

"But, Kagome, the movie's not over," Patty was quick to point out, motioning toward the screen flashing behind her.

"Makes you wonder what you two were doing in here that made Kid end up on the floor, huh?" Liz clicked her tongue teasingly. "Especially when your shirt looks a lot less ironed than it did when we left. I thought Kid had made sure you were wearing the clothes he laundred for you this morning?"

"Uhhhh…" Oh, God, she was going to die of embarrassment if they did not leave soon, and from the grins that quickly spread across both their faces, they knew it, too!

This was all Kid's fault...