Mr Brightside

by TheMadKatter13

SUMMARY~Unrequited love is always difficult. Especially when she's in love with your brother. AU. Sesshoumaru/Kagome.

DISCLAIMER~The rights to Inuyasha reside with Takahashi Rumiko and I receive no financial gain from the writing of this story.

AN~So this will probably be the longest chapter of this story but...hopefully its the best. Oh, and it has a lemon. "But, Kat!" you must be saying. "A lemon on the just the third chapter? What could you be thinking? Will it be worth reading after this?" Well, little ones. Keep confidence. I've got a plan that I'm quite sure you will much enjoy.

03 It Started Out With a Kiss How Did It End Up Like This? (It Was Only a Kiss, It Was Only a Kiss)

A timid knock on Sesshoumaru's bedroom door of the family home drew him from the work he had been immersed in for the last several hours. He strode to the door, a verbal lashing waiting to be launched from the tip of his tongue for the person on the other side, only for it to die at the sight that greeted him.

"Kagome?" The woman was standing in the hallway, sopping wet (it must have been raining outside) and eyes red from what looked like crying, but he couldn't find the scent among all the other water she was covered with. The second she saw him, she broke down in heart-wrenching sobs, and collapsed onto his chest. He bent down to loop her legs in his arms and gathered her to him. The drenched female curled against him as he sat on the bed, holding her in his lap against his chest as he ran his claws through her hair while she continued to sob.

"Tell me what is wrong, Kagome," he gently prodded, sliding a finger under her chin, tilting her face up, but she wouldn't meet his eyes and he relented, letting her head fall against his chest again. It was a long time before her sobs slowly subsided. As soon as they did, he gently ushered her into a hot shower; he knew how delicate the human immune system could be and he didn't want her to get sick. When Kagome went to close the door, she turned back to face him, her head down as she whispered a "Thank you" before softly closing the door. Her trust in him was evident when the sound of the lock sliding home failed to sound. Left alone with his thoughts, Sesshoumaru sunk into the abandoned chair, over come with several emotions: anger towards whoever had left her in such a state, joy on behalf of his beast in being so near its chosen but unMarked Mate, and sadness on behalf of Kagome's heart.

He became so lost in his thoughts he failed to notice Kagome leave the bathroom clad in nothing but a towel and kneeling between his open legs, and was startled by the feel of her fingers gingerly alighting on his knee. When the world was blinked back in focus, he was looking down into large, doe-like blue eyes blazing with concern and curiosity, for him, and down the front of a tightly wrapped towel, down to firm thighs exposed by the pull on the towel. Sesshoumaru had always had a firm grasp on his will as well as his bodily functions, but this woman before him never failed to innocently and unknowingly put both to the test. Very gently sliding her small, delicate hand into his claws, he slowly pulled her to her feet, and her other hand demurely held the towel closed. He walked her over to his closest and allowed her to choose any of his t-shirts and pants to wear while her clothes dried. This time, he watched the door from the time it closed until it opened again, surprised to see that Kagome was only wearing the t-shirt she had chosen, the pants draped over her arm.

"It's big enough to be a dress," she explained, blushing under his gaze as she placed the pants back in the closet, the shirt indeed reaching almost to her knees. Sesshoumaru had no need to complain and both he and the beast wanted to purr in possessive contentment to see her in their clothes. And though he loathed to break the comfort zone he just created for her, he had to know.

"Kagome." She looked up, the small smile she had fading at the look on his face. A small piece of him died inside at the new expression on her face. "What happened?" he asked, gathering her again to his chest as he sat on the end of the bed. New tears began to pour down her face.

"Oh, god, Sesshoumaru," she breathed, grasping his shirt tightly in her fingers. "I...I got off work early today and so I went home and when I got there, and walked...I...I...I heard them...in the bedroom!" she cried, breaking down into another round of body-wracking sobs. "Why, Sesshoumaru? Why would he do this to me again?" she cried, and while his heart broke for her, anger consumed him, and he could feel his claws and fangs lengthening and he was sure his eyes were bleeding red. The scent of blood broke through the haze and he looked down to see his claws had pricked the skin of her arm and leg where his claws had tightened in his anger. They had been down this road before-Inuyasha cheating on her with her own cousin, but it seemed that this might be the last straw to break the camel's back.

"I am sorry, Kagome," he whispered, nuzzling her hair as her tears and sobs slowed, apologizing for both the situation and the physical harm he had just caused. He shifted and lowered her to his bed, leaning over her and, one small wound at a time, licked the blood from her skin, needing to heal her but only being able to heal the physical damage, the emotional one feeling too far out for his reach. He watched his saliva heal her skin as he licked each next wound clean, making sure the five on her bicep were done before fixing the five on her outer thigh. While he was cleaning those on her thigh, he looked up to find hazy, cerulean eyes watching his every move, and a spicy scent slowly wafted into his attention. With that special scent putting his mind in a haze, a certain boldness came over him and he kissed the inside of her thigh, keeping eye contact as he did so. That special scent exploded and he heard a small gasp as he watched her eyes widen.

"Sesshoumaru?" she whispered in confusion, her voice taking on an unusual, breathless quality, and the surprise she felt evident in her expression as well. He could understand her confusion as he had never before given her any indication of his interest in her being any deeper than that of a friendship. As more of that delicious, tell-tale scent filled the room, the beast began to surge against its many heavy restraints, and golden eyes began to bleed red as the beast broke through the restraints and lunged forward to capture her lips in his own, swallowing her gasp of surprise while his arms wound tight about her. That special, spicy scent exploded again while she neither reciprocated nor rejected his actions, and he slowly eased away as he attempted to recapture the beast. His beast, still unwilling to leave the presence of the one it had chosen as its Mate, kept his body locked hovering above hers. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, panting heavily. He couldn't help but remember that he hadn't even come close to this state ever after a full session with that fire elemental and he was reminded again of Kagome's power over him. A power she didn't even realize she had.

"I am...sorry..." he rumbled, his voice guttural from his body's attempted and unauthorized transformation. She said nothing as he regained normal breathing patterns, and he felt absolutely filthy. She had placed her trust in him and he had betrayed it. If she were another youkai, she would understand his actions as it has always been part of their culture and nature for stronger males to take the better females. But she was not youkai. She would not understand and his actions now must confuse her compared to the mere friendship he had provided all these long years. It was just as well for inu by nature were possessive, and to Inuyasha, Kagome was still his, regardless that he was bedding another. Though Sesshoumaru had long wished the miko to be his, she never would be-her love for Inuyasha and the hanyou's possessiveness over her had always, and would always, prevent this from becoming true. That thought sobered him more than anything else and he went to stand, to leave the room, the house, the city, the country-he simply could not stand the pain to be around her but not be with her anymore; the pain in his chest was crippling-but a hand on his shirt pulled him back.

"Sesshoumaru," Kagome whispered again, but this time, her tone was pleasantly shocked, her eyes glazed, her face flushed, her breath coming in little pants-all little signs of physical attraction. Shocked by her reaction, completely desired but utterly unexpected, he leaned down to her slowly this time and his next kiss was as gentle as the first had been rough, and her timid, naive return had his blood boiling like no other kiss had done before. When she needed breath, he slowly kissed and nipped along her jawline and down her neck to the place he would Mark her, where he scraped his fangs lightly without leaving any marks and Kagome moaned, clutching his back with her blunt claws. He continued his way down, still kissing and nipping, slowly lifting her shirt as he went, his movements slow and purposeful, but giving her plenty of time to put a stop to his action. Finally he drew the shirt from her head and arms, revealing her form to him and he was pleasantly surprised to find that while she had put on underwear after her shower, she had forgone her bra. His eyes lazily traced her curves and she blushed, and lifted her arms to hide herself from view.

"No," he growled, surprising himself with the deepness of his voice for he was not transforming, but his claws and teeth were lengthening, signs the beast was getting ready to take her as its Mate. He clamped down harder on his control over his beast as he leaned in to kiss each of the perfect globes before kissing a path down one leg and then back up her other leg at a tortuously slow pace that had her gasping. When he reached the top of her legs, he moved along her stomach and the line of her underwear until his nose was in line with her belly button and, capturing her eyes with his, gripped the hem of her underwear in his teeth, slowly dragged them down long, lean, tan legs, never letting her eyes break from his. Those large blue eyes grew even wider and the expression on her face was of rapt, shocked fascination, as if she had never been treated to such erotic actions before. Knowing Inuyasha, the idiot probably just got right to it and left once he was done, whether or not she had found her release. He vowed then and there that this would be the best sexual experience she would ever have. Once the garment was clear, he began to trace invisible patterns up her legs with his claws, watching with his own rapt fascination as her muscles fluttered in response when his claws passed over her stomach, and even more so when she arced up when his claws traced her breasts. He sat back for a moment to admire the sight and to burn the image to memory.

"You are beautiful, Kagome," he told her, and kissed her again. He was startled when small hands became a feather-light pressure on his chest and for a moment, he thought she was finally pushing him away and then her hands were against his skin and he realized the brave little miko was unbuttoning his shirt. Once all buttons had been freed, he ripped the shirt from his shoulder, not caring a bit about what condition his clothing would end in in his haste to get his skin against hers. She giggled and reached up to help him with his belt before eagerly helping his pants down his hips, only to blink in surprise at the slightly unexpected sight behind the zipper: a gloriously hard and bare shaft. Her fingers fell back to the bed as she gasped.

"Is something wrong, Kagome?" Sesshoumaru purred, his voice still so deep and rough it sounded like he was speaking around a rock quarry stuck in his throat. She shook her head mutely but still did not look way as he slid the slacks free from his legs. He laid at her side and gathered her to him, chest to chest and urged her hands to roam her body as his roamed hers. She seemed tense but content, and he couldn't help but wonder if his half-brother had been her only partner, and if he was, he was a terrible one. One thing was for sure: Kagome's personality made it so she would always be, mentally at least, like a virgin. The thought made a gentle smile cross his face, one that would only ever be on his face for her.

Sesshoumaru let his fingers roam with a purpose as each lazy sweep of his claws got him closer to the source of the heady scent that now suffused the room. When his claws finally brushed the edge of thick curls, Kagome let out another gasp. Slowly, one finger slid into her tight, hot passage and she let out another moan. While leisurely making small pumps of his finger to prepare her for, what he was sure was, something much larger than she was used to, he slid down her body until his face was level with her pelvis, and gave the little, secret bundle of nerves a lick.

Kagome shot up with a gasp and Sesshoumaru calmly met her shocked gaze as he leaned in to give another lick to that secret bundle. She shuddered and fell back to the bed, her hands fisting the covers while her toes curled, proving the youkai's theory that his half-brother rarely, if ever, endorsed in foreplay. As he continued to lick, he gave small pumps in an alternating rhythm and as soon as he felt her walls loosen, he snuck in a second finger and the miko moaned again. The sight of her writhing in pleasure in his bed with the scent of their combined arousal filling the air was more erotic than any female Sesshoumaru had ever taken and even more erotic than any rare daydream he had allowed himself to indulge in over the years. Steadily, his paced increased and he slid in a third finger as Kagome's quickened pants and heartbeat heralded her orgasm. She came in a flash, her aura pulsing around him in time with the pulses of her release, and he almost came himself as the pulses seemed to make the beat in his shaft more apparent. Sesshoumaru had never before been with a miko, and he could now definitely understand now what Inuyasha's attraction to them was. For him though, it was just this one that held his interest, and he happily licked her juices from his fingers. When her twitches subsided, he slid up her body, neatly fitting his hips between her thighs, the head of him gently probing her entrance. He rested his forehead on hers, the motion causing his silver hair to fall in a curtain around them, and then he slowly slid into her, and yet another moan burst from her lips while her nails left marks in his back. Though she must have been taken countless times over the last few years, she was still as tight as if she had never been taken at all and the amazing pressure had Sesshoumaru panting as he slid to the hilt inside her. After a few moments, he began to flex his hips back and forth, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, allowing him to slide in deeper. Concerned he might hurt her, the youkai kept his movements contained; slow but powerful until Kagome's lips parted like she was about to say something before snapping shut with a click and she began to bite her bottom lip. He slowed and then stopped but didn't pull out.

"Yes, Kagome?" he prompted her, pulling her abused lip between his own and she arced into him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She opened her eyes, blushed, snapped them back shut, and shook her head. He nuzzled her throat, bumping her jaw with his nose in a clear indication he wanted to know.

"...faster..." he heard her murmur so quietly even his advanced hearing couldn't catch what she said.

"What was that?" he asked, propping himself up.

"You can go faster. If you want," she finally blurted out, blushing furiously. He stared down at her in silent shock for a minute as she very pointedly would not meet his eyes. When her words sunk in, he smirked at her and the sheets when flying when he flipped her onto her stomach before yanking her onto her hands and knees and slamming back into her tight heat, causing her to cry out, not in pain, as he would have expected or thought, but in pleasure and her heat around him bloomed. So his little miko liked it rough? Then he would not disappoint he vowed as he fell into a hard pace, and her nails dug into his pillows and sheets in both pleasure and as she tried to keep herself still against his grueling thrusts. She jumped in surprise when his hand came around her waist and began to rub that sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs in a frustratingly slow pace compared to his thrusts.

"Sesshoumaru!" Kagome gasped, her tightening walls pointing to her second orgasm of the night as she bit down on his pillow to muffle the cry of her ecstasy. Sesshoumaru grabbed her hips with both hands, careful not to prick her skin again, as he drove into her as fast as he could, letting her orgasm draw out his own, locking his jaw to prevent him from roaring out, as well as to prevent him from Marking her. A hidden attribute inherited from his primal side caused his lower head to swell within her upon his orgasm, locking him inside her walls, and so he simply toppled them to the side and wrapped her again in his arms. She let out a hum of contentment as he nuzzled her exposed neck, holding her as close as he could. It was as such that Sesshoumaru fell into the best and deepest sleep he had had in decades.

TBC

Hoo! It's been a while since I've written a lemon but I think it may be my best thus far. That's what I get for keeping on writing: improved skills. Bah. Well, guten nacht!

Update next week and please review!