Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA.

A/N: WARNING THERE ARE LEMONS AHEAD! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!

Izakaya To Unmei

Chapter III.

Mistake

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"What..?"

Her voice was cautious, barely above a whisper. Sesshōmaru weighed the consequences if she accepted. They would be in very close proximity, forced to see each other at least for meals, with chances to randomly bump in to one another. But then… it wasn't as if he minded that. She was frozen, her finger hovering an inch just below the water's surface. He could smell her shock as well as her trepidation. He knew his silence unnerved her.

At last she stood, carelessly brushing her palms on the skirt of her dress. It seemed as if she were trying to muster up the courage to give him an answer. Many women would not have batted an eyelash before jumping at his offer. But Rin had never been like other human females. She was pure and unaffected by the restraints of so-called 'normal society', always delighting him with her guileless, carefree attitude. He had missed her.

"May I have some time to think about it?"

He smirked. Rin turned towards him then and his expression quickly reverted to his usual cool façade. Her eyes were so expressive, just another one of her traits that he'd always enjoyed, they were pleading and earnest. He nodded his assent. She no doubt wished to talk to her human family, to gain their approval first before giving him her answer. It would be just like her to try as hard as she could to not step on any toes. She smiled wide, making his chest swell. Unable to control himself he brought his hand up to cup the side of her face. She relaxed at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Thank you, Sesshōmaru-sama," she sighed.

Stroking her cheek, he thought what it might be like to touch her lips with his, perfectly plump and inviting as they were...

Enough.

He forced his hand back to rest at his side, instantly missing her softness and warmth as he did so. This had to be enough for him. At least for now.

"I'll take you home."

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"Mmph!"

Rin grunted as she fell face first onto her bed. What a day! Sesshōmaru had driven her back to the Higurashi's residence, walked her to the front door – which was quite a ways away from where he'd parked on the street, silently trekking up the steps to the house beside her – and had only given her polite nod when she'd said goodnight. Did he already regret making his offer for her to live with him? Was he disappointed with her girlish, painfully average looks? Admittedly she was very self conscious around him now that she was a teenager… A very immature teenager.

"Argh!"

She threw her pillow across the room, watching it hit the wall opposite her bed and land on the floor. Why was she feeling so… complicated? It was like knowing she would win the lottery, but too afraid to buy a ticket. Of course, the moment she entered the house everyone swarmed around her to interrogate her about her dinner with Sesshōmaru. She was then bombarded with presents and a surprise birthday cake made by Mama Higurashi and Aunt Kikyo. Kohaku had been invited by Mama to stay overnight and had been given a spare futon to sleep on in the den, just next to the kitchen. It had been wonderful to finally talk to him in person after so long. They had so much to catch up on.

Why couldn't I have fallen in love with Kohaku… a normal, nice human boy…

Rin had been so surprised when he'd asked her out his senior year of high school, she'd been perfectly oblivious up 'til then. It had made her more than a little uncomfortable at the time, and in her blundering nervousness she'd laughed like it was a good joke. He'd even humored her by laughing with her, but she knew she'd hurt him. She'd hated herself for a while until Kagome finally forced her to talk about it. Now that had been an awkward conversation. Rolling onto her back, Rin stared at her ceiling. Ever since she'd received Sesshōmaru's e-mail, she felt as if she were living in a dream. Tonight had especially felt so unreal that once she'd taken taken off her nice clothes and makeup, soaked in the bath and donned her pajamas, her mind was still reeling from the excitement of her reunion with her beautiful savior. Turning off the light, she tried her best to fall asleep.

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Lemons Ahead!

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"Unh..!… Ah..!… Yes!"

Kagura bleated like a sheep as he rammed into her from behind, his powerful hips slapping against her round buttocks at a frenzied pace. He'd shut her out since he'd first pinned her against his desk, fantasizing that this obnoxious woman was actually his sweet, untouched Rin. The image of Rin's face contorted with pleasure, her pulsating core slick with desire for him nearly drove him mad. His memory of the scent of her arousal and sweat spurred him on, not even bothering to spare a single glance at the female writhing before him.

"So good-! Ah-n!"

He felt her clamp down on him. He knew she was getting close. She was arching her back, clearly wanting to flaunt her giggling cheeks in his face, causing a nearly unbearable friction between them. In his mind's eye, he only saw Rin's body glistening with sweat, panting, begging him – screaming his name. He couldn't help letting a feral growl rumble low in his chest.

"I-I'm coming!"

Shut UP. His mind snapped as he drove into Kagura's dripping folds mercilessly, vainly trying to block her out. Why did she have to be so vocal? Fuck!

"FUCK!"

Kagura's abrupt orgasm, coupled with his fantasy, catapulted him over the edge. A death grip on her hips, he thrust into her several more times, until his body slammed into hers one last time, his hips grinding into her as he rode out his own climax. To his dismay, he let a single grunt slip from his clenched teeth. Thank god he hadn't accidentally said Rin's name. He didn't need anyone knowing his private fantasies. As soon as he'd calmed down, he quickly extricated himself from Kagura, who's legs her quaking from the effort of staying upright on her six-inch stilettoed feet.

Just as he pulled out, he noted with some disgust when a plop of her cum dripped onto the floor, to have his carpet steam cleaned tomorrow. She was still trying to catch her breath as she slowly stood, yanking down the hem of her very short strapless dress. When she turned to him, she smiled that irritating, self-gratifying smile. Taking a few tissues from his desk to clean herself – and the floor – she threw them in the waste bin and slinked over to where he was standing by the door, already open to usher her out.

"Such a gentleman, as always," she drawled, smirking.

He didn't deign to look at her. He wouldn't give her that satisfaction. Shutting the door right when she'd crossed the threshold, he heard her yip as the heavy door thwacked her bottom. Serves her right, he thought as his pale lips twisted smugly. Kagura knew the drill. She had been his mistress for the past two years. Since his divorce with Sara, a human woman who'd somehow entrapped him in a joke of a marriage for three years, Kagura had been the one to help him escape her. It wasn't difficult. Just a few well-timed rendezvous that afforded Sara to witness them as Kagura liked to put it, 'In the throes of passion,' and she had finally agreed to sign the divorce papers.

Before that, Sara had acted like a psychopathic stalker; jealous, possessive and unnervingly obsessed with him. A thrill of revulsion made him shudder at remembering her tear-stained, reddened, snotty mess of a face when she'd run out of their bedroom the last time she'd attempted to pleasure him. In that department she had failed miserably, never eliciting even the stirrings of lust within him. So much so that he wondered just how they had stayed married for the amount of time they had. True, three years wasn't much time to him and he could only guess that she could hold on as long as she did because she was: In. Point. Of. Fact. Psychotic.

A few months into their ill-fated union, he'd found her prescription drugs were not at all the usual pain-killers and sedatives humans generally kept in their medicine cabinet. He discovered that she was a progressively worse schizophrenic. She was also abusing quite an alarming cocktail of medications that did nothing to help her already crumbling mask. Thinking back, she had been the one to push him into marriage. Falsifying a pregnancy, accusing him of being the father, cornering him into a match made in hell… It wasn't any wonder why he'd immediately applied for a restraining order once they'd officially separated.

Nearly five years ago, he'd lost his mother to a wasting disease brought on by a very strong demonic poison. Her death had made him vulnerable to Sara. She'd started out as a one-time distraction. Then she had shown up on the Taishō's doorstep, claiming to be pregnant. Though his father had been unable to use his influence to clean up the mess; the damage had already been done. Word had already leaked to some shady gossip column, shackling him to her in order to save face. It hadn't even mattered at that point that she wasn't pregnant. His flawless public image as the eldest son of Tōga Inu no Taishō had to be upheld.

Kagura had gotten him out of the whole mess, and so he entertained her fancy for him by allowing her to be his mistress. It was an uncomplicated arrangement that suited the both of them. She had the privilege of being his outlet for whenever he needed to relieve his frustrations, as well as an uptown condo and the cushy position as his secretary. He knew that she felt more than sexual attraction to him, but he pointedly ignored it. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. It didn't bother him in the least that she was also sleeping with his business partner, Naraku, or that she had a few female lovers. Sleeping with Naraku, a powerful but exceedingly vulgar hanyou, ensured that he kept his rival in line.

His thoughts turned back to his dinner with Rin. Honestly, the girl didn't look like anything special at first glance, but there was something about her that captivated him. On her thirteenth birthday, he'd wanted to surprise her by showing up at the Higurashi's. But the day before, he'd somehow ended up at her school, intent on catching a glimpse of how she'd fared under the humans' protection. A master of stealth as he was, it wasn't at all difficult to observe her through the classroom window. She looked wistful, staring out the window, though not really focusing on anything. Something about her had struck him in the heart that day. He didn't go through with his plan the following day. He stopped paying visits altogether after that.

Sesshōmaru felt blood rushing to his groin when he remembered how lovingly she'd smiled at him when she'd said goodnight. He'd nearly kissed her then. The curve of her full lips had called to him, but he'd resisted. It wasn't in him to taint her. Well, at least he could do whatever he desired to her in his mind. Now his groin was aching, the bulge straining against his trousers once more. He let out a disparaging sigh, knowing he couldn't very well call Kagura back to take care of it now. Most likely she had already sped across to the other side of the city.

Oh well…

Shirking off his suit jacket, he carelessly dropped it on the floor, his oxford shirt and pants following soon after as he left a trail leading to the full bath at the other end of the hall. Naked, he slipped into the shower, the bathroom filling up with steam as the hot water rushed over him. That mouth… He'd wanted to ravish it until it red and swollen… Then he would suck her lower lip. He tried to imagine what she must taste like from the scent of her breath as he'd stroked her cheek. Already he was erect… He grasped it, his pulse racing as his thoughts drifted back to how he'd seen her in his earlier fantasy. Moving his hand along the stiff shaft, he bit back a groan as pre-cum began to seep from its tip.

"Ngh..."

A rising heat blazed from his groin to the pit of his stomach, his hips bucking under his harsh ministrations. Her soft, sweet voice echoed in his lust addled brain, manipulating the memory of her sighs and the dangerously addictive way she said his name… It was driving him crazy. His fantasy-Rin would eagerly open herself to him, like a budding flower, her body flushed with excitement. He recalled how the scent of her arousal was so pungent he could literally taste it. His hand gripped harder in desperation, rushing towards orgasm, the sensations causing him to throw his head back in a strangled growl as ecstasy jolted through him like a bolt of electricity-

RIN – !

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She couldn't sleep at all. For the past hour and a half she'd been tossing and turning so much, her skin felt like it was being rubbed raw. She couldn't stop thinking about Sesshōmaru, his sudden reappearance in her life, the even more sudden invitation to dinner, being swept off her feet in a whirl of emotions. And then there was Kohaku… Poor, perfect Kohaku who had been there for her at the best and worst of times, ever patiently waiting for her to someday notice his true feelings. Did he still feel that way about her now? No… that was her ego talking. Well, a barely-existent ego, but, ah, well, she'd never had one in the first place. There was no way a handsome young man like him wouldn't have all the girls wrapped around his fingertip.

Giving up, she headed downstairs to the kitchen, forgetting that same young man was sleeping in the next room. Opening the fridge to take out the pitcher of filtered water, she stifled a shriek when Kohaku appeared right in front of her when she turned around to place the pitcher onto the counter top and lunged forward to catch it as it slipped from her grasp.

"Kohaku!" She exclaimed in a loud whisper, clutching her pajama shirt just over her left breast.

There was a tense silence as they stared at one another; she in her pajamas, her hair wild, eyes wide, face flushed with embarrassment; he in his t-shirt and plaid boxers, hair hanging loosely around his shoulders, his gaze warm but penetrating. He set the pitcher down on the counter, momentarily breaking eye contact. When looked back at her, his eyes lowered to the hand that was still clutching at her shirt. Lifting his gaze back to hers, he hesitantly stepped forward, closing the distance between them, effectively backing her against the fridge.

"Rin..." he could barely breathe, his heart thudding against his rib cage.

He couldn't be doing this…

He felt himself lean in towards her, haltingly, afraid she might bolt at any second. Rin stood unmoving, giving him a small hope that she'd allow him… Just before his lips touched hers, the spell was broken. She nearly jumped out of her skin and with a gasp, she quickly sidestepped him, leaving both the kitchen and Kohaku in a crushing silence. Hearing her door click shut upstairs, he braced himself against the fridge, willing himself not to cry.

He was so fucking pathetic.

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What had he done?!

Once inside her room, she locked her door just for good measure. Her face was so hot it was burning. She couldn't risk sneaking to the bathroom, he might catch her and then-

What?

It wasn't as if Kohaku's feelings were unknown to her, but she'd been so sure he'd moved on. That the past was behind them and that he'd truly gone back to being her friend and not wanting something… more… Oh, god! He'd kissed her! Hadn't he…? She threw herself onto her bed with a dull thump, her body sinking into the mess of blankets. Grabbing her pillow, she hugged it violently to her chest, trying to calm the frantic beating of her heart. In an effort to distract herself, she started thinking of Sesshōmaru. But when she started thinking of Sesshōmaru, her heartbeat pounded for another reason.

I wanted him to kiss me…

The thought alone sent a shiver of pleasure down to her core. Her thighs instinctively clenched together, stoking the fire that had begun to spread between her legs.

No… I shouldn't…

Now there was a wetness, the scent of her sex perfuming the crisp night air. Defiling it. She struggled to stop her thighs from squeezing, her hips from bucking, but she just couldn't. It wasn't as if she hadn't stroked herself before. In fact, the first time she'd ever touched herself was when she was twelve. She had felt awfully dirty and guilty for some reason, ashamed even. It still hadn't stopped her from doing it again. She'd even brought herself to orgasm many times since then, becoming quite adept at it. No, she was already past embarrassment. But she was afraid that if she allowed herself to fantasize over Sesshōmaru pleasuring her instead of her fingers, that she was setting herself up for a devastating rejection.

Another jolt of pleasure made her gasp into her pillow, her core clenching and pulsing in anticipation. If she didn't give in now there would be no sleeping tonight. Mulling it over for a few minutes, the image of Sesshōmaru's long silvery hair flashed in her mind. She'd always wanted to touch it. The warmth in his amber gaze had been different somehow… It made her feel as if she were but a candle; he the flame. He was melting her with his gaze, as if he could strip her bare with just a look. This did nothing to douse the pulsing of her sex, her hand reaching down to deliver a feather-light touch to that oh so secret place.

NO!

She bolted upright, practically leaping off the bed and landed as silently as a cat. Grabbing her laptop from her desk, she turned it on and sat back down on her bed. Once it powered on, she clicked on her e-mail. Then waited.

W-What…? What is this?

Another e-mail from Sesshōmaru! She looked at the time it was sent.

1:25 AM

No... Way…

Terrified of the possibility that he might retract his offer, she only allowed her eyes to read very, very slowly.

From: Sesshōmaru

To: Rin

Subject:

There is no need to rush your decision. Make sure to seek the counsel of the Higurashi clan if you must have their blessing. Respond at your leisure.

P. S. -

Your company was unexpectedly pleasing.

A/N: Well... That was my first time writing a masturbation scene... Interesting... Please leave a review on your way out and don't forget to add to your follow/fave list to receive updates. As always, thank you for reading!

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