So here is the next chapter.

I don't know yet who Kagome will end up with. Perhaps I'll leave her with both… after all, it's so hard to choose!

By the way, I hope none of you expect some sort of elaborate ending because, as I said, this is just a big, drawn out lemon that takes a while to get started. There won't really be a huge, climactic point in the story or anything.

"Blahblah" : speech

'Blahblah' : thoughts / sounds

Blahblah : flashbacks

WARNING! Citrus and swearing in this chapter!

Disclaimer: … you know what to do!

Recollections Of Passion

He sighed in a bored fashion as he stared at the whiteboard at the front of the class. The droning of his professor had become nothing but a distant hum, an annoying buzz at the back of his mind.

He had tried earlier to focus, to pay attention to the day's lecture, but found it nearly impossible. The only thing he really seemed to be able to concentrate on were the images he had been blessed with last night, the recollections of soft, warm hands caressing his body, a silken, pink tongue exploring every inch of him… Kagome.

His time with her had been sweet, but far too short for his liking. Now here he was, stuck in class while Sesshomaru got to stay at home and lounge around with the raven haired beauty that was their roommate. 'Lucky bastard,' he groused.

Reading the formula on the board for what seemed like the millionth time he sighed and set his pen down, slouching in his chair and closing his eyes. If he couldn't concentrate on his schoolwork, he would think of something else.

Naraku watched idly as Sesshomaru shut the door behind him, his white dress shirt soon after discarded on the floor.

Turning to look at the petite woman in front of him, Naraku noted the mounting anticipation in her eyes. Had she ever participated in a threesome? Deciding to find out, he helped her sit and lowered his smirking lips to her ear. "Have you ever been with two men, Kagome?"

She said nothing, her brilliant blue orbs flashing with nervousness. Finally, after some hesitation, she turned to him and shook her head, confirming his belief that she had never partaken in an activity such as this.

Smile broadening, he moved her plaint form about until she was sitting in his lap, Sesshomaru, who had shed all of his clothing, coming to kneel before her. Kissing her shoulder, he whispered huskily, "Well then, since this is your first time doing something like this, we'll have to make this a night to remember, no?"

He heard her gasp, the small sound echoing in his ears. His fingers gently traced her curves, stopping to mold the twin mounds of maturity to his will. Tweaking her hard nipples in a playful manner, his lips returned to her shoulder where his tongue preformed an intricate dance over her flesh. The warm, salty flavor of her skin teased his taste buds, his nostrils flaring to drink up the insatiable scent of her flowing, ebony tresses.

Her surprised squeak made him snigger, loving the blush that spread across her cheeks as Sesshomaru moved between her thighs.

"What ever is that matter? Only moments ago I was performing the very same act and you seemed perfectly comfortable," Naraku taunted.

Her coy response made him chuckle again.

"Well… that was different… I mean… there was only one of you. It seems so much more…"

"Naughty?" he finished for her. When she nodded, he nipped her earlobe and continued his attentions to her breasts, her head leaning back to rest on his collar.

When Sesshomaru began his ministrations to her sopping core, she moaned loudly into the crook of Naraku's neck, her hot breath wafting against his throat. Grinning lopsidedly, Naraku grasped both of her wrists, trapping them behind her back with a single hand. Her panicked question was expected.

"What are you doing?"

Kissing her nonchalantly on the cheek, he answered, "Binding your hands so that you don't try to interfere with what we have in store for you." With that, his free hand was once again toying with her nipples, strumming them rhythmically with his fingers.

He looked to Sesshomaru, who was currently prodding her wet folds with his fingers while smirking at the defenseless little woman and flicking her clit with his thumb.

Kagome's shy mewls turned into desperate cries of need, her writhing body wiggling erotically against him. Her full, voluptuous figure swayed to and fro, her hips jerking up toward Sesshomaru's invading hand.

Naraku eyed her glistening folds, watching as his friend slowly dipped a finger into her and withdrew tediously, repeating the action while increasing the tempo.

When they sensed her release was near, they both drew back, loving how she whimpered for them. "What's the matter, darling?"

"Please…" she began, her panting breaths harsh and ragged.

Lifting a mocking brow, Naraku looked up at Sesshomaru, who looked back at him and chuckled. His friend then proceeded to taunt her, trailing his fingers along her entrance. "Please what, Kagome?"

Tossing her head back and forth, she whined wantonly, "Please, please… don't stop."

"Don't stop what?" Naraku inquired, his thumb rubbing a slow circle over her nipple.

The little angel in his arms cried out loudly, her eyes flying shut as she begged, "Don't stop!"

Snaking his tongue out to flick her ear, Naraku pinched her nipple harshly while whispering seductively, "Say it, Kagome. What do you want us to do?"

Giving in, she cried out desperately, "I want you to make me come!"

Growling, he continued his torture on her breasts, watching with growing arousal as Sesshomaru plunged his finger back into her.

It wasn't long before she grew rigid and cried out, shaking wildly as she came. Naraku had never been so turned on in the whole of his life. Watching her get off was arguably the hottest thing he had ever seen.

Needing to find his release in her, he pushed her forward until she rested on hands and knees, quickly situating himself behind her. Sliding his stiff, fully erect arousal against her entrance, he coated himself in her feminine juices. Hands grasping her hips firmly, he pressed the head of his member against her opening, slowly easing his throbbing erection into her. He could tell it had been some time since she was last bedded, and tried his hardest to stay still once he was completely sheathed within her.

Gulping in breaths of air, he waited patiently for her to signal her readiness, his loins burning as her convulsing passage milked him. When he felt her give a timid buck, he withdrew slowly, almost all the way to the tip, before pushing back in, his hips rolling sensuously against her backside.

Her moaning was muffled, yet ever present, her mouth being currently occupied by Sesshomaru's engorged length. Focusing on her sweet backside and wet, tight walls, he picked up his pace, grunting as she bucked backward, completely enveloping his rigid cock to the hilt.

Groaning as she continued to rock into him, Naraku managed to choke out, "Oh god… you're so f-fucking… tight."

He heard Sesshomaru's groan of satisfaction, noticed the quick intake of breath as well as a rough buck of his hips, signaling his climax.

Moments later, Kagome moaned in elation, her delicate body convulsing as she too was blessed with release. "Ahhhhhh, Naraku!"

Her sheath clamped down on him like a vice, her wet, hot walls stroking him viciously, coaxing him into his own euphoria. "Kagome."

Growling as his seed burst forth into her awaiting body, Naraku surged forward a few more times, his slow, shallow thrusts prolonging his explosive orgasm. Emptying the last of himself into her, Naraku slumped over her, taking a moment to breathe as the aftershock of his release wore off.

After a few minutes of rest, he felt himself harden yet again; her silken walls still convulsing mildly. He slid out and turned her around, offering Sesshomaru his share of her delightful little box.

Watching as Sesshomaru lay flat on his back and pulled her on top of him, so that she was straddling him backwards, he took his place in front of her, feet planted on either side of Sesshomaru's legs.

He could still feel the soft warmth of her lips as she worked his length the night before, missing their tender strokes.

Never before had he experienced something so… breathtaking, so absolutely unexplainable. His night with her had been heaven, and he planned on spending several more of his nights the same way, tangled in Kagome's passionate embrace.

Her eyes alone made him hard. The soft chiming of her voice. The tender caress of her lips… lips he knew spewed many a delightful sound.

Grumbling as his pants became a little too tight for comfort, Naraku willed his erection to go away, hoping no one in class had noticed.

Then, abruptly, a loud 'snap' brought his attention to the man standing before him. Following the ruler that had slapped his desk, he gazed up at his professor with a bland expression, his erection automatically going down. He was somewhat grateful to the short, rotund, and balding man.

"Mr. Akuma," the pudgy man began, "since you seem to know the material so well, considering that you haven't been paying attention all class, would you explain to the class just how brainwaves fluctuate during ones sleep as opposed to how they do throughout the day?"

Grumbling, Naraku stood and explained calmly, "The first two stages, when one begins to fall asleep, are a simple process of slowing down brainwaves. Next, during stages three and four, the pattern of our brain slows down dramatically, the only real known function it carries out during this time is that it sends signals through the body to heal and rejuvenate. Once completely asleep, a person enters REM, or 'Rapid Eye Movement', sleep. This is also known as the 'dream stage'. During this time the brain assimilates and organizes all of the information we have received throughout the day. If the process goes correctly, the mind slips back into stage one and goes through the process again every ninety minutes." With that, Naraku promptly sat down, folding his arms over his chest.

Clearing his throat, the professor nodded and waddled back to his desk.

Naraku smirked. The look of shock on that man's face had been incredibly satisfying. So he thought to catch him off guard, hm? Well he was sorely mistaken in assuming that Naraku Akuma was a simpleton. He was, after all, the top of his class, though he probably paid the least amount of attention.

Snickering as the fat man began scribbling things on the board, his chubby face still flushed with anger, Naraku retrieved his pen from its spot on the desk and began to take notes. Every once and awhile, his mind would stray, lingering on raven hair and bright blue eyes.

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