Loverboy

by The Monday Child

A recent arrival to the city, Kagome finds work teaching at a prestigious high school for only the most elite brats of society. She expected some trouble, but she certainly didn't expect the kind of darkness that rules the school. Caught in a battle of wills with a psychopathic student intent on overpowering her, how long will she survive—and keep her marriage vows?

10. Cucked by an Angel

Ten: Cucked by an Angel

They rode back to her apartment in silence, their hands gripped together with all the intensity Kagome was too exhausted to put into words. When Inuyasha finally rolled to a stop in front of her place, they turned to look at each other as one. He almost looked scared. He knew what was coming.

"We went too far," she whispered, withdrawing her hand from his. "What happened tonight tied us together in a way I never wanted us to be together."

"I don't care." He sounded like he very much did care. "As long as we're together, I don't care how it happens or what I had to do to get there."

"What you… What I let happen tonight was wrong. It was sick." She clenched her jaw against the tears that threatened to fall again. "I should never have let you fight that battle for me. You're in my care as my student. I let you down. And me. In order for both our lives to get back on track, I'm going to have to start treating you like my student again."

He laughed and it was more like a sound of pain. "Cut the shit, Kagome. You never once saw me as your student. From the moment we saw each other, we knew that was it."

"Look, I'm eternally grateful for you stepping in and trying to protect me, but what happened was wrong. Everything, from us to Hiten and Ayumi and all the lies, it was all bad."

"No." He shook his head stubbornly. "You are the best thing in my life. Always have been and always will be. I'd do everything a million times over again so you can be free."

"This isn't freedom!" she burst out. "What you're doing, whether you realize it or not, is taking over my life and trying to cage me, to make me yours. I've been through it before."

"Better my prison than your fucking asshole husband's."

"I don't want to be Kamiko anymore," she said, unable to hold the tears back any longer. "When I'm with you, I act like her. But I'd sell myself to Hiten and worse just to avoid you giving into the darkness that I've seen in you."

"It's not just in me, Kagome. I'm drowning in it." His voice was so desperate that she was afraid to look at him. Afraid she'd want to comfort him and be comforted in turn. To drown in him the same way he drowned in his evil urges. "You are my only light. Only you. Nothing else can make me better."

She sniffled and wiped her eyes, not caring if she smeared her makeup. "That's too much pressure to put on someone. It's not right. You need to be enough on your own, Inuyasha. We both do."

"That's impossible!" He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Kagome felt herself being swayed by the intensity of his amber gaze, the bow of his lips, the curve of his jaw. "We are two halves of one whole. We can never be enough if we're apart. Why don't you know what I know?" he mourned, his hands cupping either side of her face.

She wasn't sure if he was pulling her in for a kiss or if she was gravitating towards him, but whatever it was she was close enough to kiss him. His breath was on her lips and it would be so easy to close the distance between them like she had done many times before and had counted on doing many times more. But it wasn't fair. Not for him, who had a whole life ahead of him. And not for her, who shouldn't want what she could never have.

"I love you," she said, turning away for the last time. "I love you, Inuyasha, and that's why we can't do this. We need to both go and live our separate lives. Or else we'll go crazy."

"It's the love that makes you feel that way," he said, eager. "I feel it, too. We're crazy about each other. But that's how it's supposed to be. If we're apart, it will only get worse."

"I need to work on my marriage and you need to work on getting into a good school and living a good life." She had one hand on the car door handle but couldn't resist. "…Can you kiss me goodbye?"

Kagome didn't say how she wasn't sure she would be able to leave the car if he did. Or that she was equally unsure she'd be able to go back to her husband if he didn't. Inuyasha had become her shield, her armor, her weapon. Her confidence. And all she would do for him was hold him back and warp him further.

"Hiten was right."

It was worse than a slap to the face.

"You'll never choose me unless I make you," he continued, knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Go, then."

Kagome stumbled out of the car, weak in the knees. Everything inside ached. She had just watched two people murdered in less than a week. But not even that messed her up as much as leaving Inuyasha and having him not even kiss her goodbye. Even though she knew this decision was for the best, the rejection had her wanting to run to him and beg him to take her away.

He drove away before she could do more than take a step.

Later, she couldn't remember getting back into her apartment and closing the door and sliding down to cry. But that was how Hojo found her when he came out of their bedroom from what she assumed had been an unscheduled nap.

"What's wrong?" he asked in that way of his that made her think he didn't actually want to know but felt had to ask.

"I'm cheating on you," she said bluntly. There, she finally had something she could throw in his face that was real and not just transactional. "We ended it today."

Hojo slid down next to her. She glared at him for invading her space.

"…You're crying over a break-up? Your first."

She nodded. "I won't apologize. I needed love and he gave it to me." Or what passed for it in his twisted world.

He was silent for a while. "This was about more than a baby, wasn't it?"

That made her eyes well with fresh tears. Another beautiful thing she could never have.

"It's about everything!" she burst out. "You don't love me anymore. You don't even want me. And you definitely don't want the things I want. What are we doing, Hojo? And why do we keep doing it?"

"Because you're the only one for me, Kagome."

It was so simple and so beautiful. Everything she had wanted to hear for so long. For a moment, she felt like they could get back to how they used to be. But then he kept going.

"I don't think I can start over with anyone else. I wouldn't know what to do." He took a deep breath like what he was about to say was particularly difficult. "Okay. I'll try. I'll be better. For us. And our family."

When he took her hand, she felt nothing.

O\o/O

Inuyasha didn't come back to school for a week. One week became two became three. He did the bare minimum in sending in his assignments through Kikyo. They were all typed and completely devoid of personality. What kind of madness was it when she ached for even a glimpse of his chicken scratch handwriting?

Hojo spent more time with her but still wasn't touching her. At this point, she didn't care. All her feelings had been carved out like a gutted fish and she was left raw and aching and hollow. He never brought up her infidelity and refused to even discuss it, not wanting to know who it was or any other details. Like less communication was what their relationship had needed all along. For the first time, she was even urging him to work more, trying to play the supportive wife.

"You don't have to stay home on my account," she said with a forced smile one sunny Saturday.

In the past, Hojo had even worked weekends, volunteering to take on extra work whenever and wherever he could. He thought it made him seem like a team player but she had a feeling he was viewed more as a doormat.

"Nonsense," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek and sitting beside her on the sofa. "Naraku was very understanding when I told him I wanted to spend more time with my wife."

When all else failed, Kagome still had one card up her sleeve. Sliding her hand on his thigh, she said, "So does that mean you think we can try again?"

Hojo's face screwed up like a baby tasting a lemon for the first time. "Why?"

"I'm horny." Shouldn't that be enough?

He muted the television and turned to her. "…I guess I could watch while you get yourself off or something."

This was the most responsive he had been in years. It peaked her interest just enough.

"Well, what do you think would make you more likely to want to be intimate with me? Nothing's off the table. You can tie me up, spank me, even try anal."

Kagome had done all sorts of things in her films, but she and Hojo had only ever done quick missionary before the fire and then quick cowgirl after.

Hojo perked up a little. "Maybe anal…but only if you're on top because of my bum knee."

"How about right now?"

He looked at her like she was crazy. "We just had lunch."

She sighed. What kind of guy was appalled by the idea of some afternoon delight? "Is there anything else you might want?"

Hojo hesitated. "Promise you won't get mad?"

That had her hackles up. But she had wronged him so many times so she brushed it off. "If it's what you want, I'll give it to you. Anything."

"Another woman."

Of course. Why had that surprised her enough to hurt her? He was a man after all. A man who used his low testosterone and low sex drive as an excuse not to fuck her for years but suddenly is magically cured as long as they hunted down a unicorn.

"This will make us even? Is that what you think?"

"You said you'd do whatever I want, and this is what I want."

That was true. It was a typical request. Something tons of people did all the time. Hell, she had been paid to do it hundreds of times and enjoyed it in every single instance. But Hojo had been the only pure thing in her life, the only thing safe from the sexual saturation that made up the rest of her world. By doing this, he was stepping out of the role he had inhabited for so long. And would she even be able to be with him once he did?

She wasn't being fair to him. It was one thing. One time. She owed him so much.

"Fine. I'll download Tinder and look for some possible flings. Any requests?"

"Big tits," he said. "No fat chicks. If she's blond, that's a plus. No crazy colored hair. No piercings. No tattoos. Not too tall. Or too short. Taller than you but shorter than me. Uh, great ass."

Good gods, it just kept getting worse. Hojo detailed his ideal third down to the kind of clothes she'd wear. Once he was done, it seemed like he wanted her to be some kind of virgin slut. She wasn't sure how she was going to go about matching with someone that contrarian on any of the apps she'd downloaded. Or maybe she'd just pretend to scroll through the apps and ask Sango for a favor. She decided to just think of it as foreplay. A third would make Hojo get it up long enough to come inside her. She was already taking the fertility meds again. It could really work this time. They could finally have a baby.

Kagome spent a week looking through the apps without any real gusto. It seemed to her that most of the people on them were other unicorn hunters. She'd already gotten scores of messages. Men making obscene promises, women offering to fuck her as long as Hojo wasn't involved, and couples asking to swing. The gross messages she was being bombarded with had her feeling like she should just do a partner swap thing with the least insufferable of the other couples.

Her class phone rang during lunch. Kagome jumped. It never went off.

"Yes?" she asked, answering just before the last ring.

"Miss Higurashi," the front desk secretary said. "Your sister is here to see you."

"Sister? I don't—"

There was a slight scuffle and a different voice came on the line. "Surprise, sis! Come to the front. They won't let me in until you do."

Kagome went cold at the familiar voice. Fuck. Not her.

She hung up the phone and hurried to the office building. Nausea filled her at the sight of her visitor. Short brown hair in a chic cut, dramatic red lipstick, boobs bigger than hers, and the kind of outfit that made her want to throw a blanket on top of her.

She threw her arms open wide and grinned. "Miss me?"

"Yura," Kagome said, cautiously walking into her arms. "What are you doing here?"

"So this is your sister?" the front office lady said. She glanced at their busts still pressed together. "I'm beginning to see the resemblance."

Kagome bristled at that. Yura's were obviously fake. In addition to that, she was a demon. Somehow, most people weren't able to tell either of those things. Kagome smiled and gave the secretary a quick bow before grabbing Yura by the wrist, marching away until they were safely locked in her classroom.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she hissed.

Yura just continued to smile like she was on camera. "Is that really how you talk to your favorite co-star?"

"I don't do that anymore."

"That's not what Hiten said."

Gods. Of course, he had to fuck her over even from beyond the grave. "He tried to get me to start up Kamiko again, but I said no."

"He told me to come down and get ready to bust out Kumiko again." She crossed her arms and frowned. "I just got out of rehab and he was going to give me a place to stay. I need that fucking money, Kagome. You better call him and tell him you'll do it."

Her frantic mind tried to think of something that would protect both herself and Inuyasha.

"I thought about it. I even went to set with him at this place out in the countryside here. But he went crazy, Yura. Like even worse than before. The team and I got out of there. No one's heard from him since and it's been like a month."

"Fuck!" Yura screamed, kicking a desk. It jolted across the classroom, knocking other desks down. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now!?"

"Calm down!" Kagome hissed, hurrying to right the fallen desks. "I don't fucking know, Yura. Did he give you his address? Maybe go there and see if he'll let you crash and what his deal is."

"He told me to meet him here, that drugged up fucker!" Her eyes were flashing red now and her demon heritage was unmistakable. "Let me stay at your place. Just until I get work again."

"No!" It was ludicrous. They had never been friends, just co-workers. "My husband doesn't know about my old career, Yura. I can't."

"Let me sleep on your couch or he will." Her glare softened. "C'mon, Kagome. I'm flat broke."

Kagome sighed. At least Yura wouldn't force her to be Kamiko again. And she knew the demon didn't really like her and wouldn't try and blackmail her in the future. For all she knew, Kagome was similarly broke. Teachers didn't really make much, except for at Shikon, but she wasn't sure if that was actually true or something Inuyasha had forced to happen to lure her there.

"Fine," she said. "Go to the lounge. It's just down the hall. I'll come get you once school is out."

Yura grinned and jumped up and down, her breasts staying in the same place. Throwing her arms around her, she placed a big kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks, sis! I can't wait to be roomies. It'll be just like Sneaky Sisters 4: Kamiko Makes a Daisy Chain."

Kagome cringed as she watched Yura walk away. Fuck, not that bitch. Not now. Not when things were finally starting to look okay again.

Towards the end of her stint as Kamiko, Hiten had thought she was getting a little stale and was no longer the draw she once was, despite her views having never been greater. So he created a twin sister for Kamiko. Kumiko was played by Yura, whose only resemblance to her was her large breasts. But they were fake and Yura was a demon and a bitch aside from all that, so the twin angle took quite a bit of suspending disbelief, even for porn. Kagome had hated working with her and begged Hiten constantly to forget about Kumiko or swap her out for a different actress. All it got her were some additional bruises. Finally, he came to the decision himself once Yura's drug problem made her unreliable enough that she started costing him money rather than making it. Kagome had retired not long after that.

She was so distracted and on edge that she jumped when the door opened and her students started to file back into the room.

"Kikyo," she said, reaching out to grab the girl's wrist on impulse. She stopped and looked at Kagome like she knew exactly what she was going to ask. Kagome bit her lip. "…How is he?"

Kikyo gently freed herself from her grip. "Adrift."

Kagome had been his rock, but couldn't he understand that the kind she was would drown him rather than anchor him?

"I'd like to see him again. Tell him that. Please." Kagome knew it was selfish, but she needed to see his face. To know that he was still hers even if she couldn't, wouldn't have him. And maybe he'd forgive her and she could confide in someone who knew all the parts of her and accepted them, even claimed to love them.

"Inuyasha thinks it's best if you two have a clean break. I would agree."

And she went back to her seat.

Kagome had only ever been close to this devastated after the fire. Even then, she had Hojo to live for. But now she felt even more alone. She'd had a taste of what was possible and now she was going back to living off of empty tears that would wear tracks on her face and age her and separate her from him even further. And it was all her fault. She had driven him away.

When the day was over and the kids were gone, she finally stopped biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. All she wanted to do was go home, put on some Adele, and take a hot bath with all the bath bombs she could find.

"Almost done, sis?"

"Behave in front of my husband," Kagome said, heels clicking as she walked past her without looking. "You're my friend from college, got it? And you left your boyfriend and needed a place to stay."

"Nice car," Yura said once they approached her vehicle. "Your hubby finally made it, huh? Guess that's why you stopped fucking on camera. And here I thought you were the type who'd do it for free."

Kagome glared at her. "Don't bring that up again, not even when we're alone. It's too risky."

"Fine, fine." Yura waved her hand dismissively and wrestled the seatbelt over the massive fur coat she wore. "You do right by me, I'll do right by you. What are we having for dinner? I'm starving. Oooh, let's have steak."

Were all demons such selfish carnivores? Kagome drove back to the apartment and dutifully went about preparing a nice dinner. Yura immediately took over the bath and had the kind of alone time Kagome had been looking to have for herself. She had been saving the meat for a date night with Inuyasha, but since that was never going to happen again, might as well. Hojo came home right as she was prepping the salad and she cursed. Fuck, but she hadn't texted him about their guest. She didn't know what to say.

"Hey!" she said, skidding to a stop in front of him in her slippers. "Uh, how was your day?"

He shrugged and tossed his keys on the end table that held all their miscellaneous daily clutter. "Okay. Smells good."

She laughed nervously. "About that… I, uh, wanted to make a special dinner because—"

"Kagome, that showerhead of yours is my new best friend," Yura said in the kind of voice that let everyone know why.

Kagome turned around and gaped at her "friend". Yura was stark naked and unashamed, a towel around her hair. Hojo's jaw had literally dropped as did his briefcase. She half-wondered if he was going to faint.

"Put the towel around yourself, not your hair," Kagome hissed in anger. "Uh, sorry about this, Hojo. This is my friend from college, Yura."

"Hi!" Yura said. She made her way over with swaying hips, still nude, and shook Hojo's sweaty hand. "Kagome is letting me stay with you guys for a few days. I hope that's okay. My boyfriend was a total limp-dicked loser and I couldn't take it anymore."

"Yura, go into our room and borrow any of my clothes."

"You sure? I think I'd stretch them out," Yura said, biting her lip and cupping her breasts.

"Now."

"Nice to meet you!" Hojo said, eyes on the demoness as she sashayed away.

"Sorry about that," Kagome said. "I know I should have asked you, but she has no one else. It'll just be for a bit, just until she's back on her feet." Or her back, more likely.

"That's fine. Why haven't we ever met before?"

She shrugged. "Never had an occasion. Go on and relax, I'm going to finish cooking."

Cooking usually relaxed her, but not this time. She was too tense for anything but medication—or a good fuck. The steaks were burned on the outside but still cold in the middle. The spinach had too much butter on it. The sweet potatoes were way salty. And fuck, she had forgotten about bread. Maybe she could get away with chips and dip? It was about time for Hojo to be settling in and she went to the fridge, grabbing a beer for him out of habit.

She dropped it once she crossed the short distance to the living room.

Yura was on her hands and knees in front of Hojo, a hand held to her mouth to cover up any noises, though Kagome knew from experience it probably wasn't necessary, especially with the blaring television. Hojo had not even removed any of his clothes and was balls deep inside the bitch who had once told her Kagome had the kind of face that would have been better suited to sex work over the phone.

"Kagome," Yura said in delight, like they were old friends running into each other while out to lunch. "Your hubby here was telling me all about your little deal. I'm thrilled to be the first girl you pick to open up your marriage."

Kagome glared at her. Hojo didn't even stop or glance up. Yura always did like to take whatever she could from her. She had been jealous from the start. Kagome had always had more fans, better shoots, real tits, and she was Hiten's favorite. But Hiten was dead now. Kagome wished Yura had arrived just a few days earlier so she could have burned along with that bastard. She wanted to pick up the bottle of beer, smash it, and slit both their throats. Be done with it all.

Hojo grunted his climax and slumped over. She recognized that look on Yura's face. Disappointment. A little resentment. Frustration. The demoness wiggled away from Hojo.

"Any chance you'd want to jump in and pick up where he left off?"

The timer started going off in the kitchen. A stiff Stepford smile found its way onto her face.

"Dinner's ready!"

The only indication that she was not pleased with their behavior was that she did not use the good plates. Yura sat down at one head of the table and Hojo took the other head. Kagome served herself the best portions and took the reject seat, the one that had one leg a little shorter than the others and wobbled if she even breathed comfortably.

"Finally, I'm starving," Hojo said, digging in.

"You did work up quite the appetite," Kagome said in a tight voice, fork and knife scraping on the ceramic.

"Don't be mad, darling," Yura said with a roll of her eyes. "It was the least I could do for you both letting me stay here. Now you don't have to bother with finding a third. I'm here and I'm down for anything." She looked at Hojo as she said the last part and licked the rim of her glass of water. She'd have to bleach it later.

"Yeah, Kagome. It just makes sense. Yuka here is the obvious choice."

"Yura," she corrected.

"That's what I said."

"I'd like you to find a new place within a week," Kagome said. "I'll even ask my students for help. Some are quite connected."

Yura shrugged. "I'm in no hurry. Whatever." Turning to Hojo, she said, "Hey, do you think you can get it up again in a couple hours? I'm even better at blowjobs than Kagome, I swear."

"Did you want to watch?" Hojo asked her, seemingly reluctantly.

"Nope," she said definitively, popping the "p". "I'll sleep on the couch tonight. After I clean it. You two keep it in the bedroom."

The rest of dinner was spent by her pushing her food around the plate, cutting it into smaller and smaller pieces rather than eating it. Yura was the only one who really talked and went on and on about her grand plans as soon as she was making money again. Hojo grunted here and there but it was obvious he didn't care in the least. It made her feel a little better since there obviously was no kind of real connection between the two of them. But still, in her own home? Without even asking her? It was just disrespectful.

Afterward, she dumped all her leftovers in a single Tupperware. It would be her lunch tomorrow. More likely, it would rot in the fridge unless someone else ate it.

"Don't feel bad, sis," Yura said, a lilt in her voice that told her that was exactly what the bitch wanted. "Men can't be tamed. At least this way you know where he's been."

"I had a pretty intense love affair and came clean to Hojo about it just a bit ago," Kagome said, hoping she sounded as nonchalant as she was trying to. "So I guess you showed up just in time. Thanks, Yura. Hopefully he doesn't feel so bad now."

Yura frowned and crossed her arms over her naked breasts—was she ever going to wear clothes? "Uh huh. Yeah, anytime. Guess I should just count this as getting back in practice for work. See ya in the morning, sis. I like my eggs poached."

Kagome washed the same dish over and over as she heard her husband and Yura start to go at it again. Yura was obviously faking it with her loud moans. Who did they think they were fooling? Acting like she'd never had the same average, substandard dick that had that weird bump…

She pushed those thoughts away.

The sofa was bare of any blankets and had only the basic throw pillows. There was no way she was going to go back to the bedroom to get the spares. And fuck, the vacuum was in there, too. She wiped it down with Clorox wipes and hoped for the best.

Kagome was strong enough not to cry until she looked at the place above the TV where the camera used to be. It was long gone. Inuyasha had followed through on what she'd asked—well, told him.

She had never felt more alone.

The next day was Saturday and Hojo was back to working when he didn't need to. It looked like he felt they had worked on their marriage enough as he smiled and kissed her cheek like the night before had never happened. Yura did the same. Thankfully, she was wearing clothes.

"Bye, sis! I'm gonna try and track down Hiten. Have a good day doing whatever it is you do!"

Kagome opened her mouth to fire back at her that she had a very difficult and rewarding job but then she realized it was a weekend and all her lesson plans had been prepared for her and she had no idea what to do with herself when she was so achingly alone. Yura smirked when she faltered and waved goodbye as she slammed the door on her way out. No husband, no child, no lover. She felt like a planet without a sun.

The vacuum was retrieved from the bedroom closet and she grabbed a bottle of bleach on her way back to the living room. Maybe she should just drink it. She had never been particularly good at fighting temptation, anyway. Instead, she plugged the sink drain and filled it up with water, pouring in a healthy capful of bleach and everything bleachable that Yura had touched the day before. That was going to need a good, long soak if she ever hoped to use it again. If only she could do the same with Hojo.

Scrubbing until her arms burned and her eyes stung with the chemicals rather than the tears she didn't want to let fall even with no one to witness them still didn't let up any of the pressure in her chest. When the apartment was as sterile as an operating room and still looked filthy to her, she tossed her scrubbing brush, which had gone from brand new to bristles bent at all angles, into what was left of the bleachy concoction in her cleaning bucket, sending droplets splattering all over her and the surrounding area.

The room didn't need to be cleaned. She did.

Kagome hadn't felt clean in a decade, but at least the bath would soothe her tense muscles and warm her up. She had already used powdered bleach in there and scrubbed it until it could pass for new on the factory floor, but maybe she should just buy a new showerhead to be absolutely safe…

There was a knock on the door.

Just one knock, no additional rapping. It could have been easily explained away as a neighbor dropping something or a noise outside or even her imagination, but she knew what she heard. And her own imagination didn't want to excuse it.

"Come in." Neither of her—Gods were they really her roommates?—had bothered to lock the door on their way out and Kagome hadn't either, perhaps hoping for something like this. Or a home intruder who would blow her brains out.

The door opened and Inuyasha stomped in, not even looking at her but rather glaring around at everything but her angrily, nose twitching.

"Why the fuck was the door unlocked like that? Who the fuck were you expecting?"

Kagome practically threw herself at him, just like she had been accused of doing by some of the louder gossips at work, only this time it was literal. His arms closed around her in surprise and she felt the sobs that had been gathering in her like a storm cloud dissipate entirely. He was her sunshine.

He was utterly still. His arms were rigid and reluctant. But that didn't matter as much as the fact that he was here and he was warm and because of him she would never be alone.

"Welcome home," Kagome said, lost for a moment in her fantasy that she was just a housewife and her loving husband was coming back from work. "I mean, my home. Welcome."

"…I've been here before," he muttered but made no move to push her away.

"What brings you here?" she asked, smiling up at him. Had he grown a little?

He eyed her warily, like he was waiting for her to announce this was one big prank. "Kikyo said you wanted to see me."

Kagome was so caught up in feeling the glow he lit within her that she didn't remember what he was talking about at first.

"Yes. So much. Why haven't you been in class?"

"Are you for fucking real?" he scoffed. "You know damn well why I don't want to be there."

She frowned at him. "This is what I didn't want. I didn't want what happened between us to interfere with your education." She broke away from him and crossed the room to put a whole living room of chemically-scented furniture between them. "I'm so stupid. And sorry."

"There you go again!" He stalked over to her and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her forward until they were pressed together. She didn't resist. Didn't even want to. "You go on and on about my education, but you know I've got the necessary book smarts thanks to a lifetime of college prep rote memorization. Even if I didn't, I could go anywhere I want thanks to a dead man's money. So that's not what's stopping you. Why can't you just fucking admit you're scared to love someone after your shitshow of a marriage?"

"I'm not scared," she hissed. "I told you I love you, didn't I?"

"Saying it and doing it are two different things."

Gods, but that stubborn dimpling of his chin and the way his nostrils flared when he did something so distasteful to himself as share his feelings. What that did to her was so significant she was surprised she wasn't pregnant already.

"You're bold and brave, but you're shy, too," she said fondly. "Maybe it was all the bleach I inhaled today, but you're right."

"I am?" That admission seemed like the one thing he had not been prepared to hear. One ear twitched. How cute.

Kagome nodded and ran her palms over the strong arms that held her, feeling the muscles. It was so good to be held by such a man. A man who wanted her and only her.

"After such a long time being bad, I'm trying to do the right thing. I keep pushing you away because you're special to me, Inuyasha. Because all I ever wanted was a family, and a knight in shining armor, and I know if I keep spending time with you that I'll lose both."

"But I—"

"You can tell me you want the same things and believe yourself when you're saying it, but how can I? You're a teenager, Inuyasha," she said. "And I want forever."

"I know we're at different places in life, but not in here." He took her hand and placed it over his heart. "And that's where it matters."

She sighed and laid her head on his chest, listening to his precious heart beat for her. "Now I see why Ayumi was so crazy about you."

"I never talked to her the way I talked to you. There were no promises the way there are with you."

"And what are you promising?"

"Anything you want," he said. "If you want it, I probably want it already since we are one soul, but even if I didn't, I would if you did. That's love. That's how I love you."

"So if I said I want you to be a house husband while I keep teaching, you'd do it?"

He frowned at her. "Watch the kids and keep house while my wife goes out and does who knows what—"

"Teaching."

"—and you were my teacher and look at us now!"

He had a point there. "But no one is you," she said sincerely, looking into his eyes and smiling when she saw how they softened. "And I like teaching littler ones anyway, your height notwithstanding."

"So you go out to work and I stay home and work on projects and childrearing and when you come home then what? Dote on you?"

"Sounds about right."

His voice lowered a bit and heated up to match hers. "And how would you want it?"

"When I've had a long day and I just need a break, I like two things." She stepped away and started to unbutton her now bleach-spotted work shirt. "A long, hot bath…" She dropped the shirt to the floor and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts free and her nipples harden under his hungry gaze. "And a long, hot fuck."

She turned and started for the bathroom. The smile never left her face. Fuck, but it was insane what he did to her. She was in old, dirty clothes and wearing no makeup and her hair probably looked like a rat's nest but the way he looked at her made her feel just as sexy as when she was all tarted up and Insta-ready. Inuyasha hurried past her and began to draw the bath. She didn't ask how he knew where all her special soaps and everything were located since she assumed the little psycho had probably been coming to her house and going through her things when she wasn't there.

As the room filled with steam carrying the scent of orange blossoms, jasmine, and vanilla, Inuyasha began preparing her for her pampering. A flick of his claws snapped the elastic in her hair and her waves came tumbling down. Before, she would have scolded him. But she was so glad to have him there that it made her laugh. Inuyasha smiled and began to drag down her spandex shorts. His fingertips brushed across her suddenly sensitive skin and she felt the goosebumps in the wake of a shiver that they inspired.

Once she was completely naked, he took her hand and helped her into the water. It was the perfect temperature for her, hotter than most liked it. Her skin pinkened at being warm again and even more at Inuyasha sticking his hand in the water and swirling it to make yet more bubbles. He grabbed her favorite washcloth and dunked it in the water, running it down her throat. Her lips parted and she sighed in contentment.

"This is what I dream about," he confessed quietly, running the now soapy cloth over her shoulders and igniting little fires everywhere he went. "Being with you like this. Even normal everyday things would be paradise."

Kagome pulled him to her for a kiss and tugged him in a little too far. "You're all wet," she said, fully aware of the double entendre. "Better take off your shirt so we don't ruin it."

Inuyasha grinned at her and did as he was told. He was always a visual feast and she devoured him as she reclined back. Though it had been weeks since she'd last seen him unclothed, every time she closed her eyes she was picturing all the things they could do together naked.

"You were thinking of me," he said it like it was a statement but she could see the question in his gaze, feel it where his touch roughened as though he were trying to force it to be true, embed it in her skin. "You missed me."

"How could I not?" she whispered. "You're all I think about."

His shocked eyes met hers and she pulled him in for another kiss. Even in the heat of the moment, she had never been this honest with him. Inuyasha's mouth was smiling as he kissed her. Not smirking, actually smiling. Gently, so gently it made her want to cry, he tilted her head back, resting it on the wet washcloth so her skull wouldn't meet porcelain. His lips left hers and dove for her breasts where they had a joyful reunion with her nipples. Kagome sighed with pleasure and began to touch herself between the legs at the sight of her naughty student sucking her tits like he was nursing.

"Let me," he said, one of his hands wiggling in between her own and her pussy. He pushed her fingers out of the way and began to rub her just how she liked it, no teasing since it had been so long and he must know how much she needed this.

"Yes, just like that," Kagome said, arching her back and staring at his bright head as it continued to rest on her breasts. "Oh, that's so good. You're such a—such a good boy."

Inuyasha moaned at her breathy voice and his fingers picked up the pace. The heel of his palm was rubbing into her clit and Kagome was grinding her hips down on him, feeling gloriously selfish. In her haze, she completely forgot why she had ever denied herself this. She needed so much, and if anyone was willing to provide it for her, she should take them up on it. Didn't she deserve to be happy?

"Kiss me," she gasped when she felt her orgasm approaching. "I need it, I—Inuyasha!"

The moment his lips made contact with her own, she lost it. Kagome's hips jumped up out of the water as Inuyasha continued to finger her through the waves she found herself swept away on. Gradually, she calmed down, and she felt boneless in the water. Had she ever been this relaxed, this languid? Not even as a child had she felt this kind of contentment, this peace.

"Does this mean we're back together?" Inuyasha said in that rough voice she loved so much because she knew it meant he was burning with need for her.

Kagome moved in like she was going to kiss him but bit his lower lip instead, running her tongue over it when she let go.

"Come back to class and then we'll talk."

He looked like he was about to say something that was going to ruin the mood, so she gave him a real kiss to shut him up. Humming with happiness, she cradled his hungry mouth back to her breast where he latched on with gusto. Her fingers traced the shape of his ears and he shuddered, his moan begging her.

This was it. This was destiny, fate, whatever you wanted to call it. Today, she was going to let Inuyasha fuck her and it was going to be the penultimate sexual experience of her whole—

"Looks like Hojo isn't the only one looking for some strange," Yura laughed.

Kagome jumped and screamed in startlement, covering her breasts.

Inuyasha got to his feet and threw her a towel to preserve her modesty further, not that it was necessary since Yura had seen more of her than he had at this point.

"Who the fuck are you?" he growled.

"Kagome's roommate and her husband's side piece," Yura drawled. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Inuyasha is my boyfriend," Kagome said quickly.

"Emphasis on the 'boy'." Yura eyed him up and down in a way Kagome definitely did not like. Something seemed to have clicked and she laughed, clapping her hands. "Oh shit. He's one of your hoity toity students, isn't he? Damn, Kagome, and here I was thinking you turned full prude. You're worse than I am!"

Getting to her feet, Kagome grabbed her robe and wrapped it around herself. The mood was officially ruined.

"Don't you have apartments to be looking for so you can get the hell out of mine?"

She smirked. "I have a feeling you'd be the one out on the street if your husband knew. And what about the school? Gods, the media would have a field day with this. A porn star fucking her students. You'd be famous! Famous-er, anyway."

"Do anything and I'll fucking—"

Kagome cut Inuyasha off with a simple taking of his hand. They didn't need a repeat of the Hiten situation. "What's it going to take for you to keep your mouth shut?"

Yura cocked her head to one side and looked up, scanning her brain. Kagome felt dread clawing in her gut. No more fertility treatments. No baby. All her money would go to this bitch. And she'd be reliant on Hojo for the first time ever. She didn't know if she could go on if she didn't at least have hope.

"I know what I want." Pointing at Inuyasha, she said, "Him. You already got him going, so I might as well finish him off. And it sounded like he was damn better than Hojo, though the bar is in hell with that one."

"Done."

Inuyasha looked at her with so much betrayal that she wished she could take it back. But then what would happen? Lose her husband, her job, her career, her home. Inuyasha would take her in, she knew he would, but then he'd resent her. And she would have nothing else left to do but work in porn again, and she'd wilt into nothing if she had to sell her body when she only wanted to give it freely. Inuyasha was young, too young to really commit, and wasn't she just giving him every teen boy's dream by watching him fuck a porn star?

"Oh, you are a big boy," Yura said, getting to her knees. She glanced at Kagome, obviously to gauge her reaction, so Kagome made her face into stone. If only her heart was as easy to control. "I can't wait to get my hands on that gorgeous hair of yours." She took the zipper of his fly between her teeth and dragged it down. It was clear which area of hair she planned on exploring first.

"Don't fucking touch me," Inuyasha growled. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her down on the tile floor facedown. It made a hideous sound, enough for Kagome to shriek, putting a hand to her mouth so the neighbors wouldn't hear. "Fucking disgusting hair demon," he ranted in a mumble while undoing the button on his pants. "Lowest of the low, weakest of the weak…"

"I might be weak compared to a demon like you," Yura said. Her smile showed blood between her teeth. "My pussy's got that gorilla grip, though, and I can tell that you need it, baby boy."

Inuyasha sneered down at her and for a moment Kagome thought his disgust would overwhelm all else and he'd leave, never speaking to her again. She almost wished he would so he could live a good life. But then he plunged into her, carelessly forcing his way inside Yura. The demoness' mouth dropped open and her back arched.

"Ffffucking fuck," Yura said. "I can see why you'd break all codes of ethics for a dicking like this, sis. Hojo is nothing compared to this—"

Inuyasha shoved her head down even harder and fucked her savagely, violently. Kagome thought maybe he was trying to hurt Yura, or himself. Maybe her. But Yura loved an inconsiderate partner, the rougher the better. And Inuyasha didn't exactly seem like he was having the worst time either.

Kagome watched with something she had never felt before brewing inside her. It was different from watching Hojo and Yura earlier. Then, she had felt contempt for their lack of respect and wanted them both to get the fuck out of her sight. However, it was bearable. But this was different. Now, she was so mad it transcended anything else. She couldn't rage clean or cook her way out of this one. No, someone had to hurt for this.

With one last smack of their hips together, Inuyasha finished inside Yura who was enjoying one of several climaxes. The whole thing couldn't have lasted longer than ten minutes, yet Kagome felt as tortured as someone who had endured it for hours. Blood in that bitch's mouth wasn't enough, she wanted to gut her open and tear her to shreds from throat to cunt.

"Wow, I can't remember the last time I actually came just from a cock," Yura said in admiration as she wiped the drool from her chin. "No foreplay even, not that I can feel it. Most guys are obsessed with these things." She tugged on one of her rubbery nipples and shakily got to her feet.

"I've had better," he said shortly.

Yura laughed, clearly not convinced. "Sure you have, sweetheart. How old are you, anyway? Fifteen?"

He scowled and shoved her hand away that was sneaking toward his cock. "I'm a fuckin' adult."

"At least that." She glanced at Kagome with a twinkle in her eyes, one that she hated. It said that Kagome was no better than her, that she was just a nasty slut who would do anything as long as it filled whatever void she had. "I should probably shower. The two of you are welcome to join me." She arched her back, showing off her chest.

Kagome smiled at her tightly. "No thanks."

She shrugged. "Offer stands. Especially you," she purred, blowing Inuyasha a kiss. "We should film it next time. We could make a ton."

Yura began to drain the bathwater and Kagome rushed out of the room, bile inching up her esophagus. The tears burned in her eyes and throat and she threw one of the throw pillows at the wall, wishing it was made of stone so she could see it go crashing through.

"I hate that bitch!" she whisper-screamed when she heard Inuyasha come in the room behind her. "How could you enjoy fucking her? After everything you said to me, how could you?"

"How could I?" Inuyasha grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, forcing her back up against the wall. For the first time, she noticed not only how hurt he was but how angry he was. It matched her. "You're the one who fucking sold me off to her!"

One tear fell and she sniffled. Pathetic. That's all she was. "But you liked it."

He snorted. "'Like' is a little much. I only did it for you. And because you've had me fucking hard up since I was twelve and you never let me fuck you. I'm not Kumiko's fan, I'm yours. And the Kamiko series went way downhill when they shoehorned her in. Not like I was watching for the plot, but fuck."

Kagome figured it would only get worse if she told him that in the heat of the moment she had been about to let him. "I…I never want to see you with anyone else," she said. "I know it's selfish and hypocritical of me, and even I don't understand it, but that's the truth. It didn't matter much with Hojo, but with you? I could have killed her."

His eyes shone like gold coins at that. "I could get rid of her for you."

"No! I don't want another Hiten situation."

"Not that. But I'd make it so she never bothered you again."

Kagome couldn't pass an offer like that up. No Yura plus a clean conscience? It was a hell of a deal. "You…You're not going to hurt her, right?"

"Let me worry about that stuff," he said, kissing her forehead. "I can promise you she wouldn't care if the situation were reversed."

That gave her some pause, but then she remembered the bitch's smirking face as she fucked Inuyasha—and, to a lesser extent, her husband.

"Do it."

He smiled at her and she took the time to drink him in, the annoying psycho who now consumed her every fantasy. There was a light sheen to the naked skin of his torso and she preferred to think of it as the steam from the bath and being near her rather than any perspiration worked up when dallying with Yura. His jeans were back on and zipped halfway up, unbuttoned, showing off the V he worked hard to maintain and the beginnings of his dark happy trail.

"Your cock would be in my mouth right now," Kagome said, trailing her hands over his abdomen and feeling his delicious muscles jump. "If you hadn't stuck it in that bitch in front of me."

"I can wash it off in the sink!" he said hurriedly.

"If we had met a different way, I would have been in the middle of both of you on the floor," she said, hardly believing the words coming out of her mouth—let alone that they were true.

He looked at her with a painful kind of hope. "You're teasing me. And it worked. I'm hard again just from one fuckin' sentence."

"Would a whole paragraph make you cum in your pants again?"

His laugh was pained. "That was one time."

Kagome leaned forward and licked the center of his lower lip before giving him a quick kiss. "I bet if I drop my towel it'll be two."

Before she could follow through, the bathroom door was flung open, bounced off the drywall, left a dent, and out popped Yura who wore only a towel around her hair.

"You look ready to go again," she said, eyeing the obvious bulge in Inuyasha's jeans. "What were the two of you mice up to while this pretty kitty was away?"

Kagome scowled, jealous of the relaxed glow Yura radiated. That was a side-effect of the best fuck ever. And that was her fuck. She had stolen it. And it would have looked so much better on her. In her… Again came the images of a baby with large golden eyes.

"Oh, I'm definitely ready to go," Inuyasha said, smiling with all his charm. "Wanna come with me? I've got a Sybian at my place and I'd love to see you ride it."

She opened her mouth to protest. If anyone should be riding that Sybian, it should be her, dammit! But then she noticed that his smile showed more fang than it normally did. And his eyes were hard, not the yearning mellow sunshine they were when he smiled at her.

"Kinky boy," Yura said with a smile. "I bet you wanna tie me up, too."

"That's more of my friend's thing. He's an even bigger fan of yours."

"Is his cock as big as yours?"

"Big enough."

She bit her lip. "Fuck yes." Turning to Kagome, she said, "I won't be back tonight. Tell Hojo we'll have to take a raincheck on the tit job."

While Yura grabbed her backpack and put on some clothes for once, Inuyasha pressed another kiss to her forehead.

"I love you," he murmured. "For real and forever, Kagome."

Her throat closed up. "I love you, too. And I'm sorry someone like me loves you."

"If you didn't, I'd die."

Teenage dramatics were something she was going to have to get used to again.

"Come back to school, okay? I miss seeing you every day."

"Sometimes I forget you can't see me back through the cameras."

"Did you bug the fucking classroom you little sh—"

"Ready for me?" Yura asked, looking more or less decent in a feather boa she had twisted into some kind of tube top and fluorescent orange skirt. Gods, she looked more like a hooker than she did a porn actress.

"Ever been in a Lambo before?"

Yura took his arm and gave Kagome a smirk. "Honey, I was made for luxury. I'll have a Lamborghini of my own by the time I'm done with you."

She didn't see how Inuyasha rolled his eyes and gave Kagome a nod goodbye.

After everything, Kagome should have felt at least a little guilty she was sending an—innocent wasn't quite the right word, but maybe unsuspecting?—woman away with a man (she could no longer rightly call him a boy after what they'd done together) whom she had already witnessed murder someone. But she felt nothing. Well, not quite nothing. She was annoyed by the mess Yura had already made in her life and jealous she had experienced Inuyasha's dick game before she could. And even though she knew it wasn't a good idea, she wished she could have gone with him. One, to make sure they didn't fuck again. And two, to see the look on her face when she knew she meant nothing to Inuyasha right before he snuffed her out.

The guilt never came.

Instead, she felt almost giddy. Inuyasha was hers again. They were back together. Hojo was still an issue, but that was something separate. Most people compartmentalized their lives, right? And she was no stranger to that. Hojo was her responsibility, but Inuyasha was her happiness. Her fuel.

Kagome went to bed early that night and left a note for Hojo to eat her leftovers. She needed a proper recharging before she could be a good wife to him again.

O\o/O

The next morning found her waking with the sun and singing with the birds. Kagome couldn't remember the last time she had fallen asleep thinking about someone, dreamed of them, and then woke up with them on her mind. Maybe Hojo back at the beginning, before they'd had any kind of physical intimacy. She'd told herself that was a teenage feeling, something that belonged in storybooks and high school and never lasted. But her secret filled her with so much happiness she could barely breathe right.

Even her students seemed to notice her mood. They whispered among each other and glanced at her as she hummed while setting up her laptop. Inuyasha took his seat just as the speakers chimed and she smiled at him, trying not to make things too obvious, but the surprised look on his face let her know she'd done a poor job of it.

"Today we'll be continuing our discussion on Catherine the Great—"

"Did she really fuck a horse?" Inuyasha broke in.

She glared at him. "You know very well she did not, Mr. Taisho. Raise your hand and wait to be called upon if you wish to contribute to the discussion."

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Guess I need some pretty intensive tutoring, then."

Fuck, she felt her face color. Turning back to the class, she attempted to continue her lecture with a blank brain. Was she actually teaching them history or was she just regurgitating The Great plot points? Who cares, they were all a bunch of rich kids, anyway. They'd be fine.

After she somehow made it through, the kids filed out to lunch. All, of course, but Inuyasha, who sauntered towards her with a sly smirk that rather than infuriating her made her knees weak.

Gods, that bleach really had brain damaged her. At least her new brain wasn't stingy with the serotonin and the dopamine.

"'Bout time you followed through on tutoring me."

She resisted the urge to flutter her lashes. No, that was Kamiko. Kagome was the teacher and they were in school. It was Kagome time.

She grabbed him by the tie and tugged him just short of her lips. "Weren't you bragging about how you didn't need an education just yesterday?"

"Might not need it, but I want an education in you." He grabbed her by the waist and she gasped as he brought their bodies together. "I wanna know what all those guys in the videos did. How your hot little pussy feels wrapped around my cock. What your voice sounds like when you lose it from screaming for more of me. The electricity in the air when you—"

Her heart was beating too damn fast. "Text me your address. Maybe I'll find time in my schedule."

He perked up. "Tonight?"

She shook her head. "I have to have a talk with Hojo about where Yura went."

His eyes darkened. "Just tell 'im she got back together with her boyfriend and good fuckin' riddance. Donate her shit to charity 'cause she'll never bother you again."

"…Are you ever going to tell me what you really did with her?"

Inuyasha kissed her. "I'll text you. Yes, I already have your number. No, I didn't pay someone to hack your phone so I can watch you doomscroll while you're on the toilet."

That was specific enough to make Kagome think he had done that. Yeah, she definitely was not going to the beast's lair anytime soon. Especially after she got the promised text, which turned out to be a picture of Inuyasha's cock with a text overlay of his address.

Or that was what she told herself until she got home after work.

There was a note from Hojo.

Throw out the leftovers. If you don't want them, no one else does.

It felt a bit too much like a fortune cookie for her and she found herself doing as the note from her husband bade, washing the Tupperware and putting it to dry. What was she going to make for dinner? Maybe they should just order a pizza if he didn't like anything she did.

Why was she treating herself like the leftovers when she knew damn well she was fucking wanted?

Hojo was out doing gods knew what, so she was going to have fun too. Kagome opened the dick pic she had saved and had already memorized, getting an Uber to the address. It was kind of far and she was definitely going to do more than fuck Inuyasha. They were going to talk and they were going to kiss and they were going to drink and it was going to give her enough to live off of for who knows how long. Grabbing a bottle of wine, she slipped it into her laptop bag and went out to meet the car.

Though she didn't know the city that well, she knew enough about the part of where Inuyasha lived to know they were in a very exclusive community. Money wasn't enough to get a place here, no, you needed a fucking pedigree. She was pretty sure she had filmed in one of these godsawful mansions. Kamiko is Maid to Suffer had earned her the greatest accolades of her former career. Sometimes she still dreamt about the sunken tub group sex scene. Maybe she could try and recreate it…

She shook those thoughts off by the time they drove up the long driveway of the immaculate estate. Kagome thanked the driver and tried not to get in her head about what she was doing. She and Inuyasha had been together before and done everything except penetration, so why was she suddenly so nervous?

The house had no bell that she could see, so instead she rapped on the heavy wood door, her knuckles stinging. Fuck, but that was a quality mahogany.

The door opened and she was hit full in the face with the smell of weed and about six different types of alcohol and three mixers.

Inuyasha blinked at her dully. "You work for Pizza Hut too? Or am I having a reverse of my pizza delivery guy meets Kamiko dream?"

Kagome glared at him. "I thought you wanted me to tutor you, but I can see now you're fine with letting go of the opportunity."

He grabbed her by the hand and tugged her inside, shutting the door behind her and pinning her to it. Squinting, he seemed to be willing himself to sober up.

"Didn' think you'd come today," he said unsteadily. "Or ever, really. Thought I'd hafta keep showing up at your place and eventually we'd fuck in your marriage bed and you wouldn' wash the sheets even when your dick husband came home."

"That's never going to happen." Not anymore, anyway.

Inuyasha tugged her along passed a dozen or so stuffy rooms until they were in an elegant but more lived-in parlor. There was a television bigger than any she had ever seen in stores along with every gaming system she had ever heard of and a few more. Plopping down on the leather sofa, he dragged her onto his lap.

"I won't be able to concentrate on anything 'less I have you in my lap," he said, brushing her hair off her shoulder and kissing her neck.

It was too easy for him to make her melt. Kagome rolled her hips into his and caught his moan with her lips. Her skirt had ridden up to the point her ass was bare and her lack of panties was reflected by the television screen. Inuyasha cursed softly and ran his hands along her bottom.

"You've got the greatest ass in the world. I don't know which one of your holes I wanna fuck more."

Kagome kissed him and began to unbutton her blouse. "You said you wanted to be tutored in me, right? I love anal. If you fuck my ass right, you hit my g-spot and make me lose my mind."

He moaned. "I'll do it right, I'll fuck you better than anyone, I swear."

"You fucking better." Kagome pushed him down on the sofa. "Do you even know how hot you got me when you took care of that bitch for me?"

Inuyasha was panting as she palmed his cock over his jeans while unzipping them. "Oh fuck, it's happening. It's finally fucking happening."

"If you cum outside of me, it's never happening again."

He bit his lip and looked at her imploringly. "Then for the love of fuck, Kagome, get on my cock."

Unluckily for him, she was feeling mischievous. "Maybe I miss the taste of you. Just a little."

Inuyasha's expression was caught between pain and wonder. "Oh fuck, no, I can't, I won't last—"

"You will if you ever want to fuck me."

His face turned red like he was trying to hold in his orgasm by holding his breath. Kagome laughed softly and squeezed his rapidly stiffening cock. Sticking out her tongue, she swiped it across his flared tip as her eyes locked with his. Inuyasha made a strangled noise and his head went back, hitting the sofa cushions. The familiar taste of him filled her mouth again and her nipples poked so hard and hot they were like pebbles heated by a summer sun. Her lips wrapped around him and she moaned at the thought of taking his cock and hugging it between her breasts, of swallowing his cum, of him ramming his length in her ass, of his seed taking root in her womb.

"Hey, are you eating the pizza without me—Oh fuck, Miss Higurashi!"

Kagome screamed and jumped away from her student. Inuyasha got up on his elbows and looked at her blearily before growling at their intruder.

"Fuck off, Miroku!"

His friend did as he was told.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me we weren't alone?" Kagome hissed. She was trying to button her blouse back up but her hands were shaking so bad she couldn't, so she gave up.

"I forgot," he said simply. "I saw you and kinda thought I was dreaming anyway."

Kagome sighed and tried to think of a way to keep this a secret when it made her so crazy people kept finding out. Maybe they could lie? But she'd had his cock in her mouth.

"Is he going to tell anyone? Sango?"

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and sat up. "Everyone knows we're together. Don't worry about it. They already thought we were doing things we haven't even done yet before you worked here."

The fact that she had believed the two of them to be a secret inhabiting a world only the two of them could enter had made her feel more secure. She had even romanticized it. Now that she knew everyone thought they had been fucking and that was probably why she had been hired in the first place made it all seem kind of gross.

"Who's that?" she asked, pointing at a picture hanging on the wall of a smiling woman. It was the only photo in the room.

Inuyasha didn't even glance at it, the corners of his mouth turning down. "…My mom."

The woman in the photo looked so young. So beautiful and full of joy. If anyone traveled back in time to that day and told her the date and time of her death, she would have laughed.

"I'm sorry, Inuyasha," she said, putting her hand on his. "Sometimes I forget you're a real person and you're just a kid. I know what it's like to lose your whole family in one moment. I was in high school when it happened, too. It destroyed me. And here I am, trying to fuck you when I should be trying to help you and understand you."

He took her hand and pressed it to his heart. "You do understand me, Kagome. You're the only one who does. Because you love me. You were always meant to love me."

That got her lower lip trembling.

"And anyway," he continued, "it wasn't like with your family, Kagome. I didn't hurt like you. They had to die."

She froze. "Why?"

He paused for a moment, looking at her with eyes as soft as they were inhuman. "Because they didn't give me what I want."

For whatever reason, Inuyasha thought that was the perfect time to lean in for a kiss. Kagome allowed it, telling herself her heartrate increased due to fear and not excitement. He didn't scare her anymore. Rather, he thrilled her. Inuyasha was dangerous. She knew that. But maybe it was just some edgy comment, or maybe she had misunderstood. Or maybe she just didn't care enough. None of it mattered because when she looked at him, she forgot everything he had done other than how he made her feel.

Kagome allowed herself to be gently lowered to the sofa cushions. The weight of his body on hers was bliss in and of itself. Her legs came up to wrap around him and she rocked against his still hard cock. His mouth began to nip, tongue plunging deeper and asking for more in return. And she wanted to give him more. Her heels dragged his jeans down and she rocked her hips, searching for the cock that would make her whole.

"Yo, Miss Higurashi, do you wanna drink with us or—Oh, fuck, I didn't think you guys were going to go for it again."

Inuyasha cursed and threw a pillow at him. "Just fucking go home already, asshole!"

Kagome laughed. He was class clown even outside the classroom. "You know what? Why not. I'll take a drink."

Miroku smiled and handed her an entire bottle of tequila. "We already started it, so I figured why not finish it."

Rising to the challenge, she took a swig. She hadn't had tequila since college because she was always trying to get pregnant, but it looked like that was years away yet. Why not? Hojo was out there having fun and not caring about the consequences, so why should she? And it's not like they could do much more than drink with Miroku there.

"What were you two doing before I got here?" she asked, trying to keep conversation light.

"Talking about things Inuyasha doesn't want you to know."

Inuyasha reached up and punched him on the shoulder hard enough that Miroku stumbled and fell to the floor, deciding to just sit there. Kagome laughed and took another sip. She was already feeling warm. She should make sure to take smaller mouthfuls.

"Like what?"

"Like if you ever saw his room you'd run away screaming and never come back."

"Miroku!" Inuyasha said, slapping him upside the house. Turning to her, he said, "Don't listen to him, he's drunk and stupid."

"Hey, I'm not that drunk," Miroku frowned. "I am pretty high, though. Did you get the pizza or not?"

"It isn't here yet. Go home and you can order another one."

"Inuyasha is obsessed with you," Miroku blurted out.

Kagome laughed as Inuyasha cursed his friend out some more. "I figured that out on day one."

"Now, I mean like in a scary way." His grin was big and teasing. Kagome put a hand on Inuyasha's so he wouldn't give the poor guy a concussion. "I was with Inuyasha the first time he saw you. Did he tell you that?"

She nodded, remembering that time in the nurse's office where she had once again chosen fight over flight.

"It was like the first time he ever watched porn. Late bloomer," he snickered. "And we searched 'big boobs' because we were kids and what kid doesn't? Even though I'm more of an ass man, just ask my dearest Sango. You were on the first page. It wasn't the most popular video or anything like that, but Inuyasha went straight to that one."

"Which one was it again?" she asked, turning to Inuyasha since she knew he'd be more likely to remember.

"Kamiko Goes to College," he answered at once.

"Yeah, whichever one had you getting your tits sucked by two bitches with small tits while getting face fucked by a guy who sticks a vibrator up your ass and you cum like a hundred times and squirt."

"That's the one," she said, taking another sip of the tequila for courage. That had been a good shoot.

"Inuyasha was hard at just the thumbnail and came in his pants within the first minute."

Kagome laughed and Inuyasha turned bright red. "At least you didn't make a habit of it…or did you?"

"From then on, whenever we hung out together, Inuyasha didn't want to do anything but watch Kamiko. Not even video games!" he said like it was utter insanity. "He saw every single thing you were ever in. He even lost his virginity while wearing a VR headset and watching one of your POV videos." His eyes turned sly. "But before that, you know what we did whenever we watched you?"

"That's enough," Inuyasha warned.

"Tell me," she urged. Kagome couldn't quite blame it all on the tequila, but this was making her so wet she was sure there would be a spot on her skirt if she stood up.

"We'd suck each other off."

Kagome gasped. Inuyasha looked at her with worry and maybe even a little shame on his face. To console him, she took his hand while she downed as much as the tequila as she could stand.

"More," she demanded.

His blue eyes had gone dark. "We'd sixty-nine and blow each other, experimenting and pretending like it was a girl doing it. Of course, Inuyasha was always watching Kamiko while we did it. My favorite was eating your boyfriend's ass, but Inuyasha pretended not to like it. He preferred to fuck my face while saying your name."

"I wanna see," she said, leaning forward. "Show me, Miroku."

His eyes widened. "Y-you what?"

"I want you two to play how you used to," she said, feeling breathless. She tugged her top all the way off and then unclipped her bra, tossing it away as well. "I want to see you eat him out."

"No deal," Inuyasha said. "I like women."

Miroku snorted. "You don't like women, you just like Kagome."

"I said no! fucking go home already, I'm sick of you. And lay off the drink, it's making you crazy." Inuyasha tugged the tequila away from her.

Kagome took off his t-shirt and grabbed him by the back of the neck, smashing his face between her breasts. His mouth found her nipples of its own volition and his glare softened as he sucked. She moaned and settled back down on the soft, trailing her hand down his muscled back.

"So all you needed was a pacifier, crybaby," she said, feeling a mix of horny and fond that defied categorizing. "Miroku, as your teacher I am telling you to eat your best friend out while he sucks on my nipples. You can call it extra credit since you're not doing so great in social studies."

The boy on the floor didn't need any more urging and worked Inuyasha's jeans down and off, his boxers going with them. Miroku stared at the golden peach like it was the rarest of rare treats and darted forward with barely restrained furor. His hands parted Inuyasha's cheeks and he dove in, licking up and down his crack enthusiastically before stabbing his tongue inside his asshole and teasing it open. Inuyasha moaned into her breasts and sucked harder when Miroku's tongue wiggled.

"Is that good, baby?" Kagome purred, not recognizing her own voice.

Inuyasha made a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine and nodded, never leaving her breast.

"That's what I like to hear," she said, reaching between them to stroke his cock. "You're making me feel good too, so I'm going to help you."

His sucking turned frantic the moment she touched him, his mouth turning into a vacuum. The sound of Miroku's licking quickened and she watched as his head turned to the side and sank down, going for his balls. He began to suck his scrotum and Kagome rubbed the head of Inuyasha's weeping cock against her pussy, bumping it against her clit. Adjusting her position, she spread her legs wider and prepared to take his cock inside her only to be sprayed with a sudden jet of cum.

"Fuck!" Inuyasha groaned, her breast falling out of his mouth. "Fuck, Miroku, you did that on purpose you fucking dick!"

He shrugged and wiped his mouth. "What?"

Inuyasha shoved him away. "She was gonna let me fuck her raw! And you fucked it up by making me cum."

"How the fuck is that my fault?"

"Because you—"

"Both of you shut up and decide which one of you is going to get me off," Kagome said, more than a little annoyed.

Miroku leaned forward but Inuyasha grabbed him by the ponytail and dragged him away. Taking his familiar place between her legs, he parted her pussy and stared at it with a small smile on his face.

"Fuck, I missed you," he murmured. "You're even prettier dripping in my cum."

Kagome pulled him into her by the ear and said, "Clean it up, puppy."

Inuyasha wasted no time in sticking two fingers inside her and licking her clit. He slurped up her juices and his own seed with little difference in his noises of enjoyment. It was like just the privilege of being the one to touch her was enough for him to lose his mind with pleasure. Such devotion was contagious and Kagome felt like nothing less than the little goddess her porn name had symbolized. A divine being who deigned to descend to earth and bestow favor upon her most ardent worshipper. Taking what she wanted to take, giving what she wanted to give and nothing more. It was more intoxicating than the tequila. How had she thought the regular orgasms doing porn gave her could compare to something like this?

With her enlightenment came a climax and she screamed, squirting for the first time off film.

"You're amazing, Kagome," Inuyasha said, face dripping as he continued to massage her pulsing pussy walls through multiple smaller orgasms. "I'd drink it all down even if it drowned me."

Her only response was a laugh as she floated bonelessly on a cloud of their own making.

"Damn, dude, all that practice definitely didn't go to waste."

"Will you go the fuck home already, Miroku?"

"Fine, fine. What kind of pizza did you get, anyway?"

"You were the one who was supposed to order it, fuckin' moron."

Kagome gently lowered back to earth as the front door slammed behind Miroku. She yawned and stretched in the wet spot on the couch. No way was she cleaning that.

Inuyasha picked her up and carried her to another room near where they were. It was pretty, like something out of a magazine, all done up in bright pastels.

"Is this your room?" she slurred, confused.

"It's yours," he said, gently tucking her into the bed and crawling in beside her. "I had it made for you before I even graduated middle school."

"Gods, you're weird," she said, turning to face him with a small smile on her face regardless.

"Miroku didn't tell you everything," he said, putting an arm around her. "Before I saw you, I thought I was in love with Kikyo. I still think I was. She and I would be really in love and married if I never saw you."

Was he trying to piss her off? "Sorry for existing where you could see me. and sorrier that your parents didn't keep a better eye on you guys."

"I'm not done," he said. "Even if Kikyo and I did end up getting married and having kids and stuff, if you and I ever met, it would have been over. I would have been crazy for you."

"Guess it's a good thing for those imaginary kids that you never did tie the knot."

He continued like he hadn't heard her. "I really do mean crazy, Kagome. For so long, I've wanted you. When I got old enough, I hired hookers that looked like you to reenact your movies with me, but even that was never enough. Only you are enough. I've been restless and yearning since that first video and it's only now that I have you that I'm able to get the slightest bit of relief."

"But you don't have me," she said, voice quiet even in the silent room. "Not really."

"…Just don't go home. Please? That will be enough. That will have to be enough for now."

"I didn't plan on it. I'm drunk and tired so I'll crash here. Hojo can bitch about it tomorrow."

"I meant ever. Don't go home ever."

She rolled over onto her back to avoid looking at his eyes that shone with the intensity she had tried for so long to ignore even though it turned her on. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Your very own living Kamiko fuck doll."

"Not Kamiko. I never wanted Kamiko, not really. I always wanted you, Kagome."

It sounded honest. She knew if she looked at him, she would be fooled. But even if he believed it when he said it, she was the real adult here. It was her responsibility to know right from wrong, and even though she didn't act on that, she should at least keep straight what was true and lasting and what would fall apart under the slightest bit of pressure.

"How can you even want something you don't know about, Inuyasha?" she said, exasperation coloring her tone. "You didn't know me and had no way of knowing me. You just projected whatever you wanted onto a giant pair of tits."

"Not true! I'm not an idiot, Kagome. I know the only thing that was real about you in those movies was how you came every time. You liked it, and I loved the woman who could make everything an act but that."

She had never told anyone that. How had he known? Not even Hiten knew. He assumed he had faked most of it, and if she had obviously came that she was thinking of something else or just going through the motions. But she had been living in the moment and having a hell of a time.

"No one ever gave me an orgasm off-camera," she said. "Until you. Hojo could never… He never even tried. More than the money and everything, after a while I was just going back so I could feel good. Pretty. Wanted. All those things he never said or did."

"I swear I'm never going to let a day go by without you knowing what you are."

"And what am I?" she asked before she could control herself.

"The love of my life."

They lay there in silence, her buzz slowly wearing off as Inuyasha slept next to her. More than the fact that she had been drinking with her students and watching them perform sex acts on each other and herself, falling asleep in the same bed with Inuyasha with the intention of staying the night scared her. That was too much. Too far. Too good.

Somehow, she was becoming Kamiko. Or had Kamiko just been her all along?

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It took about a hundred kisses and promises of a titjob, but she finally got Inuyasha to let her shower alone. She didn't cry, didn't scrub her skin until it turned red, didn't ask the gods for forgiveness. No, this wasn't a movie. Kagome's hands moved across her own body like a wanting lover's. Her breasts were full and she loved how her fingers glided across the peaks leaving suds in their wake. Her nipples stood at attention when she remembered the noises Inuyasha made last night when he sucked them while getting eaten out.

Why had she demanded to shower alone again?

Her alarm went off and she remembered. Fuck, she had to go home and change before work.

Rinsing off, she did no more than put her discarded clothes from the night before on and put her wet hair in a quick bun. Inuyasha was dozing sprawled across the bed. He wouldn't have to get up for another couple hours yet. Giving his left ear a kiss, she moved to leave but was prevented by his hand on her wrist.

"I said don't go," he said, sounding fully awake.

"I have to," she said patiently. "I need to change and grab my stuff so I can teach today. And you will be there." Her voice was stern. "Just because we're together doesn't mean you can play hooky."

"What if you play with me?" He put her hand under the tented sheet and her palm closed around his cock as if by reflex.

"Save it for the weekend," she said, giving him a good rub to remember her by before she got up and walked away. "See you later, Inuyasha."

"Love you, Kagome," he said sleepily, half-muffled by the pillow.

She couldn't stop smiling. Even though she knew the Uber driver knew exactly what she had done by the look in her eyes, the missing buttons on her blouse, and the love bruises on her neck and chest. She had finally found a perfect balance.

Only to have Hojo throw it all off again.

The lights were on when she got home, but she didn't think too much of it. Without her there, Hojo probably forgot. Or maybe he was being uncharacteristically considerate and leaving them on for her.

"We need to talk," Hojo said, his voice coming from the dining room table.

Kagome jumped in surprise. It was barely dawn; he never got up this early. Even more shocking was the fact that he had breakfast waiting for her. A smoothie and omelet from her favorite place. Hesitantly, she took a seat. Was it poisoned?

"About what?" she asked, voice pitchy even to her own ears.

"You were with him last night, weren't you."

It wasn't a question. She thought about lying, about a hundred different lies. But none of them were good and she didn't feel like expending that kind of energy to maintain them.

"Yes."

He slumped in his seat. "I won't ask why. I know why, Kagome. I've always known you'd leave me. Look at you. You're beautiful and kind and fun and you even make more money than me. We don't make any sense. So many people have asked me like it's a joke what you're doing with a guy like me, and I laughed but I never had an answer."

Instead of it making her sad and beg him to believe in her like she would have before, she was pissed off. "None of that mattered to me. If I didn't want to be with you, I never would have married you and stayed with you. But you do nothing but hurt me since we moved, Hojo."

"I…" He took a deep breath and looked at her with miserable, bloodshot eyes. She had never seen him like this before. "I know. I've been the worst. And I couldn't even believe I was doing what I was doing. Yuka was a wake-up call for me. I went to therapy."

"Yura," Kagome corrected automatically. "Wait, you actually went to therapy? You always said it was for crazy people." And she had always ignored that as she had a standing weekly appointment with her therapist back in their hometown. With everything that had gone on since the move, she hadn't been able to attend. But if Hojo was doing it, then she definitely should.

"It was only one appointment, but I'm seeing him again next week. It was… It was really good. I get it now. We covered a lot. He helped me realize that I loved you so much and I hated myself for being not good enough for you. Instead of trying to work through that, I started to resent you. And that made me hate myself even more. And it just kept going in circles."

"Wow, I had no idea." How could she have been so blind to her husband's struggle?

He nodded. "Neither did I. So when you told me you were seeing someone else, it just made sense. It always seemed inevitable. You're beautiful, and I can't even fucking walk right." He laughed bitterly. "I'm crippled and disfigured. I hurt you and ignore you. But the worse I was, the harder you stuck with me. And I told myself it wasn't love, it was guilt. Because no one could love someone like me unless they felt they owed me." Hojo reached out and took her hand. "But you do love me. You always did. I was just too angry and depressed to realize that you are good and perfect and deserve everything."

Kagome smiled at him to cover up the shame. It was only when he said it that she realized he had been right. There had been love there once, so much love. But day by day he had strangled it, beaten it to death. And she was left with guilt being the one tie that bound them.

Carefully, she said, "Hojo, you were my first love, my first everything. You're my husband. If that seems weird to anyone, then they're the ones who are weird. I chose you and I choose you every day. That's what marriage is." That's what their marriage had become. A difficult choice.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," he choked. His eyes glittered with tears. She hadn't seem him cry since the hospital. "If you leave, I get it. That's what I deserve. But I can't let you go without telling you that if you keep choosing me, I'm going to be better. I'm going to try."

"Of course I'm not leaving you," she said automatically. Kagome opened her mouth to say she would stop the affair, but stopped herself. She didn't want to stop. She needed it. "You're my only family, Hojo. We're in this together."

"We can go to couples therapy too, if you want," he said. "And as far as the baby goes, we can start trying again and see another specialist. I'll take whatever drugs they want, I'll let them poke and prod me. I'd even carry the baby myself like a seahorse if I could." The two of them chuckled. "I mean it. I'm here for you. I'm going to do my best to be the man you fell in love with and better."

It was everything she had wanted to hear for so long. Unfortunately for their marriage, it was months too late for her to be loyal. Now that she had met Inuyasha, she would always want something more.

But that didn't mean she didn't know a wife's duty.

"We can work up to trying for a baby," she said softly, leaving her seat and going to her knees before him. "We can pretend we're kids again. Sneaking around and going little by little." She placed a hand over the crotch of his pants, and when he just sucked in a breath and didn't stop her, she continued. "Learning each other's bodies all over again." She breathed against his flaccid cock and kissed it, licking the head. A twitch. "I still have my school uniform. I think it's so tight across my breasts that I might pop the buttons." He had a decent semi now and she sucked him down.

"I remember the first time I saw you, he breathed, combing his fingers through her hair. "You were in the uniform. Walking down the hall with your eyes on your feet and your books in front of your chest like a shield. So beautiful."

Kagome moaned and worked her throat muscles, closing around his cock in the hopes he'd fill her mouth like someone else. One hand held him at the base and the other brushed against his balls. Again she remembered the sight of Inuyasha getting tongued and whimpered, wishing she could fuck herself to the memory right now.

"Right then and there, I asked everyone I knew about you. Transferred to your math class even though I had already taken it." He laughed and it ended with a groan as she pretended to gag. He had never told her that. "I sat behind you for a year before you even remembered my name."

As suddenly as they had started, it stopped. Hojo had gone soft. Kagome tried and tried with all her considerable skill until her jaw ached, but had no luck.

"Sorry," she found herself apologizing as though this was somehow her fault.

"No, I'm sorry." He sighed. "Looks like we'll have to work our way up to even this. I'll make an appointment with he doctor and see if there's anything they can prescribe me. I want to be your husband again, Kagome. I'll do whatever it takes."

He kissed her hand and got up and went to take a shower. Kagome quickly found an outfit for the day, feeling more confused than anything else. Her mind was buzzing with the new revelations. She was committed to Hojo and now that he was committed to her too, she should be doing everything she could to save their relationship, right? But all she wanted to do was lie to him and then go to Inuyasha and complain about the truth.

And if he really loved her and wanted her, why could he get it up with anyone but her?

She shook her head, figuring it was more psychological bullshit that his therapist would figure out with him. Able to relax now that she wasn't being pursued by mooning eyes, Kagome went through her morning routine. Cute but work-appropriate makeup and attire. Blow drying her hair so it was full and shiny. And just because it felt really good to be a little bad, leaving one more button than was suitable undone on her blouse. Should she wear garters and stockings today? She decided yes, foregoing panties yet again. Hopefully Inuyasha would be up for eating out for lunch.

Calling a goodbye to a still bathing Hojo, she walked out the door only to be met with her surly-faced student.

"You're gonna be late," he said, following behind her as she continued on her way. "I'll take you. What were you talking about anyway? Why is he here?"

"Because he's my husband?" Kagome said, rolling her eyes. "You can't keep showing up here without notice. He's going to be suspicious of us."

"He's an idiot if he isn't already." Inuyasha grabbed her hand and pulled her to his car. Kagome let go but climbed in anyway. This car had a driver and she only hoped the panel between them was soundproof. "What the hell is with you? I thought we had fun!"

"We did," she reassured him. "But we need to scale it back. Just a little. Like nothing in public, no staying over. Hojo is—"

"Don't talk to me about him!" he shouted, hitting the window. "Just be honest and tell me what I did."

"It's not because of you, Inuyasha," she said, the love she felt for him bleeding into her tone. How she wanted to hold him and take care of him and reassure him forever. "It's because of me."

"You're perfect, even if you lie," he scoffed. "Is it because of Miroku? Because I like women, you know that. We haven't done that in years and I never woulda done it if you didn't want to."

"Yes and no." She bit her lip. "I wanted more. I wanted to watch you fuck him. I wanted to watch you fuck him, push him face first into the ground and dominate him. Then I wanted you to come back to me and be my sweet, good boy." She took a deep, shuddering breath at the mix of shame, freedom, and arousal that filled her at her admission. "I…I wanted to make people do what I want."

"Me too, Kagome," Inuyasha said, taking her hand. His eyes were big and shimmering with something that felt like fate but looked predatory. "That's what I want. I want to be yours if that's what it takes to make you mine."

"But it's wrong! You were drunk and high and vulnerable and I didn't care." She crossed her arms and looked out the car window, unable to hold his gaze. "I don't want to be Kamiko anymore, Inuyasha. I don't want to scar you and hurt your relationships with your friends or twist them or make them weird."

"You're doing it again. You're pushing me away."

"No! No. I promised I wouldn't do that anymore and I meant it. But I need time to control myself so I don't become a monster and turn you into one too."

He snorted a laugh. "If you think anything you could do to me or anyone I know would fuck us up, then you're far more innocent than your internet career lets on and I should be the one worrying about corrupting you. But if that's your excuse of the day, then fine."

They had arrived at the school. Inuyasha began to open the car door to leave, but Kagome grabbed his sleeve, unsure of what would happen if she made contact with his flesh.

"Wait, Inuyasha, please. I love you! I'm not ending anything. Please tell me you understand. If… If you won't have me, I'll have nothing left."

His shoulders relaxed some, coming down from their elevated, irritated position. "I understand better than you do, Kagome. But I want all of you. Even what you named Kamiko and bury deep inside yourself." Turning to her, he leaned forward until they were close enough to kiss. His hot, peppermint breath ghosted across her lips and all she could think about was his fangs on her nipples. "And I'm gonna bury myself inside you even deeper, so there's nowhere she can hide anymore."

"Yes," she breathed before she could stop herself. Kagome shook her head and scooted back, separating herself from temptation. "I mean no! I mean, Kamiko isn't the only problem. I'm not scared of acting like her as much as I am scared of being Hiten. And that's who I was last night. I was going to manipulate you and Miroku the way he did me when I was your age. And I was going to like it," she choked, holding back tears.

"Kagome, don't tell me you honestly believe you are in any way like that bastard."

"How could I believe anything different when I know what he did and I basically copied it! Hiten and I made Kamiko, and that was who you fell in love with. And I'm trading roles with my abuser now. I'm not breaking the cycle, I'm the worst part of it."

"Look at me," he said sharply in a way she couldn't help but to comply with. To emphasize his point, he grabbed her chin and would not let her turn away. "If you seriously don't believe I love you, every fucking part of you, after everything I've done so far, then I'm gonna have to do some really fucked up shit to prove it to you."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, trying to tell herself her lower lip was trembling in fear and not anticipation.

He kissed her, nipping right where her muscles fluttered. "I killed Hiten for you. I killed for you before, too. And I'll kill again. This time, your irrational fears."

Once again, the biggest thank you to heartrush/doginabirdcage for being the best editor and BFF in the history of the world.