A/n

Hi friends! Thank you so much for the Feudal Connections nomination for this story! That made my year, and it means so much to me to see people enjoying my writing. I appreciate you all ️

This chapter took a while because of the state of the world right now. To anyone else grieving the U.S. election results, I'm right there with you. I've been distracting myself by writing a thousand and ten different stories. No joke, I have over 30 docs all at different levels of progress. Some as many as 90,000 words, including this one . Some are Inuyasha, but some are One Piece because it's stolen a chunk of my brain space.

Regardless, I'm still writing and posting as much as possible, and you may even see some new stories go up if I feel really good about them. I like to limit myself, though, so that I don't get too behind on updates. Hope you enjoy this three POV chapter! I love getting inside all of their heads, and it felt especially fitting since it's been a bit since I updated.

Chapter 12

Inuyasha

I wake in a cold sweat, dreaming of Kikyo. It's one of those dreams where no matter what you do, you just can't seem to run fast enough. I'm in my house, an undead Kikyo with a bow and arrow chasing me down every hallway, running in slow motion and reaching out for doors that disappear under my fingertips. She keeps reiterating that I betrayed her and I will die for my hand in it. I feel my heart race as I run as far from Sango and Kagome as I can, but of course, this is a dream, so they find me first.

I run outside to the backyard of my home, and there in front of a massive tree are Kagome and Sango. They try to shield me with their bodies, but the arrow strikes true, binding me against the bark with finality. As my eyes close against my will, I watch the two of them die, gurgling blood on their knees before me.

Coming to, I groan, throwing the pillows over my head before jettisoning them across the room in a frustrated huff. This isn't the first time I've had a dream like this, and it won't be the last. It's then that I hear my phone vibrate, and then vibrate again, and then vibrate again.

Kikyo [7:15AM: You have to stop ignoring me at some point

Kikyo [7:15AM: The charity gala is coming up

Kikyo [7:15AM: I talked to your Mom today, and she thinks it would be lovely if we went together.

Kikyo [7:15AM: I'm wearing red. You should too.

Think of the devil, and she will apparently invite you to a charity event that your parents insist you have to go through with. Right on cue, my phone rings, and the words 'Birth Giver' appear on the screen. I roll my eyes hard enough to hurt before bringing the phone to my ear.

"Hey, Mom," I answer, sounding as unenthused as I feel.

"Hello, darling. I was just talking to Kikyo, and I heard she doesn't have a date for my Charity Gala." The way she says 'charity gala,' she may as well be capitalizing and underlining the words. She is always throwing some kind of event to show how good a person she is. "You haven't RSVP'd yet. What's going on?" She asks. She doesn't actually care, but I'm not deluded enough to think she would in the first place. All Mom cares about is that I don't reflect poorly on the family.

"I just have a lot going on right now, Mom. I was going to skip this one." I wince when I hear her dramatic gasp.

"What? You can't just 'skip' it." She enunciated the word as though it was foreign. There's a pause and a rustling before I hear muffled voices. "Toga, tell your son he has to go to this gala. It's important." She insists.

"Fine, fine. Give it here." He responds.

"Hi, son." My dad's warm voice is caked with boredom through the speaker. "If your mother says you need to go, then you need to go," he says.

"Dad, I-" He cuts me off. I don't even know why I try sometimes.

"You owe things to this family, son. You can't just coast by and hide in the shadows. If you want to maintain a comfortable life, then you need to do some things that you don't want to do. That's the end of it." I roll my eyes at him, thankful he can't see me.

"I hear you. I'll go." I respond.

"Wonderful!" He booms and hands the phone back to my mother.

"Oh, thank you, darling. It means a lot to me, you know? I love you, sweetheart. See you next Friday." She hangs up before I can respond.

Inuyasha [7:22AM: You really called my Mom?

Kikyo [7:22AM: Actually, I ran into her and just happened to mention it. You coming?

Inuyasha [7:23AM: Apparently…

Kikyo [7:23AM] See you next Friday at 6PM

I throw my phone across the room with an angry yell. It hits the wall and shatters into pieces. Fuck. I lay back in my bed and stared up at the ceiling. The carvings in the wood have always felt excessive, but on sleepless nights and frustrating mornings, the familiar curves and swirls give me something to cling to. I take my moment and then force myself out of bed like I do every single day.

The top drawer of my office cabinet has a few backup phones, so I make my way to that room and grab one, loading it up and connecting it to the cloud. Clearly, this has happened a time or two. Sometimes, throwing my phone is the closest thing I have to stress relief.

The stairs down to the kitchen feel like slow motion; much like my dream, I'm lagging. I thought I heard noise in the kitchen earlier, and honestly seeing Sango and Kagome is a new solace in my life. It helps that it's time for coffee. So much coffee. Enough coffee that I can drown in it and be revived by one of their lips'. I step into the room with a huff, and I can tell I bring a dark energy along with me. For the moment, I'm not sure how to let it go.

"Good Morning," Sango says with a smile.

"Morning," Kagome adds quietly from over her cup. She looks tired, but there's more color in her cheeks than I've seen in the entire time I've known her.

"Hmmph," I grunt, not in the mood for pleasantries before I fill a mug and tip it back. I don't even add milk or sugar; I just chug it down before filling the cup again. This time, it is more for pleasure than necessity.

"What's got you in such a lovely mood?" Sango asks.

"I just got off the phone with my mother," I say.

"Ew. What'd she want?" Sango asks.

"She said I have to go to a gala next Friday with Kikyo." I leave expression out of my face as I let her process that. Her forehead crinkles in a way that makes me want to run my fingers over the skin to smooth it out.

"Grreat." She draws the word out and rolls her eyes. "The moment you decide that you don't want to be around Kikyo anymore, she pulls this. Just fucking great." I can sense the distress under her words and quickly realize that this is hitting a sore spot. Nothing can be easy with Kikyo. It never is. I walk up behind Sango and wrap my arms around her shoulders to kiss the side of her neck.

"I'm sorry," I say gently, Trying to convey my feelings with what little energy I have left in me right now. "If I could get out of it, I would. But they insisted. Dad even gave me the 'you're part of an important family' talk. Once he goes there, there's no turning around." I say apologetically, pressing my lips to her cheek now and making my way around her. I feel her smile, and I relax a little. "I promise I'll be in and out as fast as humanly possible." I cross my finger over her heart and she laughs, the sound quickly cut off by my lips against hers. She seems to relax after that.

"I trust you. I'm just worried about you having to suffer through." She says.

"Me too. But I'll have something to look forward to when I get home that night." I wander around the side of the table and press my lips to Kagome's head as well when I catch her giggling at me. I appreciate how comfortable she seems in this situation despite the weirdness that is likely persisting in the background.

"How are you this morning?" I ask her, running my fingers through her hair. I sit down in the chair between them at the round table in the kitchen.

"Actually pretty okay. No nightmares last night." She says. She looks triumphant as she sips her coffee.

"Hell yeah! One bright spot in our shitty morning. But I guess you usually are." She blushes at my compliment, and I can't stop myself from leaning forward to kiss her forehead again. I try not to take it too far, wanting her to set the pace for us. However, there is something about that blush and smile that melts away the ice inside of me.

For the first time this morning, I'm feeling my anxiety thaw inside of me. There's a warmth in my chest that I not only desire but require. Without them, I'm not sure I could make it another day.

Sango

"Are you worried about Inuyasha? I don't know that I've ever seen him like that." Kagome asks, suddenly rolling over in bed to look at me. We've been quietly enjoying some screen time in parallel when she suddenly breaks the calm silence.

"He bounces back pretty quick, love. Don't let it worry you." She furrows her brow, and I can tell I've said something wrong.

"I'm not. I can be worried about him without it impacting where I am. In fact, it's kind of nice to have someone else to worry about." She insists.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean," I pause, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Gods, I'm such an idiot sometimes. This is exactly what she doesn't want. "I was trying to ease your worries, but I overstepped. Look, Inuyasha and his family are so complicated. Kikyo has always made things worse, and she loves to stir the pot. Sometimes, she manages to do that in a way that fucks up his life. This is one of those times." I explain.

"I see. She sucks." She deadpans, eliciting a laugh from me.

"You could say that. This is how she's always been able to worm her way back in. Well, that and taking her shirt off. Though, I have certainly played that card before, so I can't judge her too much."

"Sango!" She says, lightly smacking her hand against my arm. I giggle in response.

"He's gonna be okay. And if he's not, he has us, right?"

"Right. He has us." She smiles, confident in herself and my words, that is, until she begins to shift nervously and look around the room.

"Hey, San?" She asks tentatively, suddenly ready to change the subject.

"Yes?" I ask, hesitant about her demeanor.

"I wanna shower." She mumbles, cheeks flushing bright pink as she does. It's helplessly adorable, and I can't help the giggle that bubbles up from my chest. "Don't laugh at me!" She giggles back, burying her face under the pillows.

I roll toward her and pull the pillows away from her face to place a chaste kiss against her lips. When I pull back, her eyes light up, staring back at me with an adoration that I'm positive I don't deserve.

"I'm not laughing at you; you're just cute. Why are you embarrassed? We've showered around each other before."

"Yeah, but not like this." She argues, gesturing between us like our current situation is obvious. It is. But I enjoy giving her trouble regardless.

"The only difference is that now I won't hide the fact that I'm staring," I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward my side of the bed as I stand. She rolls over with me and follows my lead to the shower. She turns on the water and tentatively removes her clothes; I follow suit.

"What are you doing?" She asks, eyes wide.

"Showering with you. Less awkward that way, no?" She flushes again but nods her acceptance.

She steps into the warm water and sighs, tension releasing from her muscles, and I watch her roll tight shoulders. There in the junction of her shoulder and neck is that horrible mark, reminding me of everything she's been through and still has to push through.

I drop my head to her shoulder, kissing the mark gingerly before kneading her muscles. She sighs, pleased by the contact and leans into me a little further. My mind wanders away to thoughts of that mark being replaced by another yokai's. Someone who happens to be right down the hall. It brings with it conflicting feelings. There's a warmth there at the idea that she could find peace from this horrible thing Koga did to her.

But there's also jealousy. A jealousy that runs deep inside of me because what about me? If those two become bonded, what does that mean for my place in all of this? How can I complete with a mating bond between two people who may as well be perfect for each other? If they find each other, there's no more room for me. The skin under my fingers is tense and hard, and it manages to pull me away from my spiraling thoughts.

"Jeez. Do you have rocks under your skin? You're so tense." I say out loud, trying to quiet my brain.

"Yup. That's where I keep them. Makes me stronger." She murmurs, eyes closed, and I can't help but laugh. She relaxes her full body against my front, and I wrap my arms around her to hold her up.

I glance over to see her shampoo on the shelf and grab it to begin working it into her hair gently and inefficiently, one arm still holding her against me. Once it's finally lathered, I push her toward the water and let it remove the suds before applying conditioner. Caring for her like this is a relaxing process, and my brain is able to go blissfully silent for a moment.

Kissing her temple, I let go to reach for her body wash so I can use both hands to bring it to a lather. As though waking from sudden sleep, she blinks her eyes a few times and spins around to look at me with concern.

"You don't have to do all that. I can do it." She insists, reaching for the loofah.

"I got it. Let me take care of you, love." I knock her hand away lightly.

"But Icando it." She says obstinately, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I know you can. If you really want to do it yourself, that's fine, but you're not burdening me with this. I enjoy it." I insist. She briefly worries her lip before nodding once and turning away from me.

I lather suds all over her back with the loofa, rubbing in small circles all the way down her legs. I crouch to lather her legs and gesture for her to spin toward me so I can continue easily on the front. From my position on the ground, I'm level with her thighs, and the only thoughts running through my head are obscene. I shake my head a little before continuing, dragging the loofah slowly up her legs and over her abdomen. She takes in a sharp breath as I ghost over her breasts, standing as I do to work it down her arms and over her shoulders.

This time, she rinses off on her own, twirling in the water to get all of the suds off. I can't resist running my bare fingers up and down her body to help wash away the soap. She leans back into me again, this time much more urgently.

I slide slick fingers down her stomach, rubbing lightly over the curls between her legs before slipping between them. She's wet, and it spurs me forward.

"Is this okay?" I ask, and she nods fervently.

"Please don't stop." She pleads, and I'm forced to acquiesce to that voice. I rub my fingers against her in slow, rhythmic circles, and she moans a quiet sound that tells me to keep going just like that. My free hand rises to take a nipple between my fingers, my chin now resting on her shoulder so I can see her body react to my touch.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper, placing open-mouth kisses against her neck. Her hips jump toward my hand, the words and sensation impacting her. "I want to see you fall apart at my fingertips." I tease, and her breath hitches, now coming in pants.

I spin her around toward me before backing her up to the shower bench, getting down to my knees in front of her. I place my head between her thighs and wait, looking up at her in question.

"Please." That is all she says before I dive in to lavish her with my tongue. Her moans now deep in her chest and sending a zap down my spine in desire.

Her thighs clamp tightly around my head, holding me in place, and her hand follows, wrapping up and pulling at my hair, and she moans loudly. It's music to my ears. When she cums it's with a shudder before her body locks in place. She throws her head back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

I enjoy the sight, slowing my tongue against her as she comes down. She's boneless, slumped against the wall heavily with a satisfied sigh. I finish rinsing her down before wrapping her in a towel and taking her back to bed.

"Thank you," I whisper in her ear, spooning her from behind.

"For what?" She asks sleepily.

"Trusting me," I respond.

Kagome

Today, instead of reading in the library, I decided to sit on the couch in Inuyasha's studio. He plays gentle music in the background that I can passively listen to while I read. More importantly, though, I get to watch him paint.

It's serene, sitting in a beam of sunlight and watching someone do something they're so good at. I've started to notice the little things. The way he holds the paintbrush in his mouth while he's looking around for something. The way he taps his claws against the table while he thinks about where to begin or where to go next. The way he sways to the music when he thinks I'm not looking. It's adorable. He notices me staring this time and walks over to the couch, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

"You can't be in here if you're gonna be such a distraction." He says, smirking at me.

"I didn't do anything." I defend through a smile.

"Just you sitting here is distracting. How do you do it?" He asks, hovering his lips over mine and letting me close the distance.

My heart flutters every time he leaves the pace up to me, a simple action that means more than he could know. I'm at peace kissing him. A contentment flowed through my body into every pore and nerve. I sigh against him, pulling him a little closer so I can drown in him.

I suddenly suck in air through my teeth as my shoulder burns with a searing intensity. My hand flies up to cover it, doing nothing for the pain. The mark throbs and burns under my touch, and the constant discomfort drives me crazy. I become hyper-vigilant of everything around me. I can feel my clothes brushing against my skin; I feel the sunlight from the window overheating me in my sweater; I can feel the sting behind my eyes from unshed tears.

"I hate this stupid fucking bond." I angrily rub my hand over my shoulder to try to get the pain to ease up. "I can't do this anymore!" And just like that, the shoe drops. I can't be happy. I'm not allowed to be happy. "I hate him. I hate this. I'm just so- ugh!" I exclaim, losing the ability to form words from the near-constant pain. "I wish there was something I could do to get it off of me." I cry, clawing at the mark and looking for any stimulation that will make it fade into the background. I yank my sweater over my head to get some reprieve from the heat, leaving me in a tank top. I'm starting to get worked up, and I can feel my heart rising into my throat. I drop my head into my hands,

"I can't handle this constant reminder of him. I can't stand that he can find me, can feel me, through it. Every good moment is destroyed by his presence here on my skin." I whisper, the tears I held back now choosing to fall freely. Inuyasha holds me tight against him, sighing before speaking.

"Kagome." Inuyasha starts, voice shaking, but he pauses before ultimately deciding to continue. "There is one way to remove an unwanted mating mark." He says it quickly like he's trying to convince himself not to hold back. I raise my eyebrows, surprised.

"How?" I ask, but it comes out as more of a plea through a scratchy, raw throat. If there is a way to make this stop, then I want it.

"You would have to bond with another yokai. Willingly. If you did that then it would basically replace the old one." He explains.

"Well, that sucks. It's not like there's a surplus of demons who'd want to mark a traumatized girl they don't know." I say hopelessly.

"I would do it." He says. I look back at him dumbfounded, and then hope takes root in my chest. If Inuyasha could fix this… he seems to read my mind and holds a hand up to stop me. "But, I need you to know everything you're signing up for before you make a decision.

"It wouldn't be temporary because only a permanent mark can replace a temporary one, so you're making a huge commitment. It will change the dynamic between us completely. You won't be able to stop thinking about me. I won't be able to stop thinking about you. The bond is romantic in nature, and it's meant for lovers. And, um," He pauses, mulling over the words. "I can't promise that the process of marking you won't turn physical." He explains further. He looks so nervous as he runs through the details with me. And I, stupidly, can't stop thinking about the idea of what his body would feel like pressed against mine.

"Physical, like sexual?" I clarify. He nods in response.

"Yeah. It's intimate in its own right, but the bonding itself will amplify feelings like desire or lust. There's a good chance something will happen, and we won't even be able to control or stop ourselves." He doesn't look me in the eye as he finishes the thought, but I've already made up my mind.

"Do it," I say resolutely, pulling my hair away from my shoulder completely.

"W-what?" He stutters the question with wide eyes.

"Do. It." I enunciate the words. "I want him out of my head. I want this connection broken. I want my body and mind to be my own again. And being bonded to you.." I pause and look up at him, blushing from the thought of what this could be. "Well, it doesn't sound like a bad thing. Please?" I ask, and turn my body to face him more.

I'm shaking in a combination of excitement and fear. Fear only for the thought of him rejecting me right here and now. Of this offer being dangled in front of me like a carrot on a stick just to be pulled back, but he surprises me.

"Okay." He whispers it like if he says it too loudly, I'll shatter right in front of him like the fragile shell of a person I am. He runs his fingers down the length of my neck, testing the skin. I gasp at the contact, and my hands instinctively grab for him to keep me steady.

His answering groan has my head swimming. His hand collects my hair and wraps it around his fist to hold it back and tilt my head. The position feels vulnerable, but with Inuyasha it's not in a bad way. I can feel my pulse fluttering away in my chest, and I'm certain he can hear it too.

"Ready? This will go pretty quick once I start." He asks. His breath fans over my skin, causing goosebumps to prickle up.

"Thank you," I whisper in answer.

When his teeth sink into my skin, I feel the most blinding white hot pleasure I think I've ever felt. My vision flickers out, and I only exist in this moment. A loud moan makes its way out of my throat. I feel his yoki start to push into the mark, and it feels like it's flowing through my entire body and igniting every nerve along the way. My reiki rises up to meet it, but instead of pushing back like I fear it will, it blends into his energy and creates something new.

Suddenly, I've been lifted off the chair and pressed up against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist as I grind feverishly against him for relief. I can feel his hard cock pressing against his pants, and it only makes me want him more. He's breathing heavily at my throat, but he hasn't broken the connection yet.

"Inuyasha." I moan his name, searching for some way to quell this feeling. "Please." I whimper, burying my face into his shoulder. He groans and drops one of my legs to the floor.

The hand holding my hair releases and races down my body before coming to rest at the hem of my shorts. He dips inside of them and whimpers at my lack of underwear. His thumb meets wet folds and begins to rub steadily against my clit.

I bury my face further into his shoulder, with desperate moans and pants fighting their way through my throat. He readjusts his fingers so he can thrust one inside of me, and the black behind my eyes goes white. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I immediately come unglued. The orgasm that wracks through me causes every muscle to tremble, but it still isn't enough to quiet the burning desire inside of me. Finally, he disconnects his mouth from my shoulder and presses his forehead to mine.

"Fuck, Kagome." He seems at war with himself, and we share a quiet moment while he tries to pull himself together.

I decide to use the opportunity to press my lips against his. It's not a chaste kiss. It's full of need, and after the first touch of our lips against each other, his tongue has made its way into my mouth, claiming it. I moan around it, which prompts him to wrap both of my legs around his waist to grind against me.

The sensation I'm feeling is foreign to me. I feel it as I would any emotion, but I can tell it's not mine. It's Inuyasha's. I feel his trepidation, his desire, and his relief. They echo my feelings perfectly. It's his desire that has me distracted, though. It burns through us both, hot and sharp, insisting we take this further. There is something else there, too, buried under all of the other feelings trying to fight its way to the top. I want to call it love, but it couldn't be love. Not yet, anyway.

"How does it feel? The mark, I mean." He asks.

"Very obnoxiously and distractingly good." I'm crying from the relief. It's all I ever seem to do anymore. "It's so different than before. It's like I can feel you in it. Like I feel how much you care about me."

His hands are on my face as he pulls back and wipes the tears away. Before long, his lips are on mine again and he soothes all of the inner turmoil away in seconds. All I can form thoughts about is him. It feels like I'm going to die if he stops kissing me.

"I need you," I say against his lips.

"That's the bond Kagome. I don't think you're ready yet." He says. I huff in frustration. But maybe he's right, and we shouldn't push it. However, he sounds like he's trying to convince himself as much as me. "Can I touch you again? Relieve some of the ache for both of us?" He asks, hands already winding their way up and down the curves of my hips. I'm nodding yes before he's finished asking.

"You sure weren't kidding about the effect the bond would have," I say. "Thank you, Inuyasha. This means everything to me. I feel like I can breathe."

"Thankyoufor trusting me to do it." He responds reverently.

We stare into each other's eyes, and I'm lost in him. It's like there is a crackling thread of electricity connecting us, and I want to let it fry me. A throat clearing breaks both of us out of it. Sango is leaning against the doorway, smirking at us.

"Well, I originally came up here to see if you guys wanted to have dinner. But clearly, you're busy with… other things." She says.

"How much of that did you see… or hear?" I ask, eyes wide. I can't believe neither of us heard her come up. Inuyasha and I are wrapped up in each other, so there's no chance of getting out of this, regardless of how long she's been standing there.

"All of it. I probably should have left, but honestly, I couldn't stop myself from watching." Her face heats, and she looks away from us. Inuyasha puts me down and spins me around to face her all the way, putting his arms around my shoulders to hold me flush against him. He rests his chin on the top of my head, and I relish the intimacy of the gesture. Butterflies erupt inside of me.

"Ahh, Sango. Ever the voyeur. Does Kagome know you sometimes like to watch more than participate?" There's a teasing tone in his voice, but it's only making the sexual tension in the air thicker.

All I can think about is Sango watching while Inuyasha and I do deplorable things to each other. It feels like my entire body is flushed, the desire hot under my skin. I'm ashamed to admit how much I want that. He leans down to mock whisper in my ear.

"Oh, you like the sound of Sango watching, Kagome? I can smell it all over you. You two really make quite the pair, don't you?" He says, trailing his fingers up and down my arms now. His teeth find the mark on my shoulder and graze the outside of it. My knees instantly turn to jello and I can't keep myself standing. He holds me up effortlessly.

"What do you think, Kagome? Wanna put a show on for our Sango? Finish what I said I would start a minute ago?" He teases, and every part of me is screaming in agreement.

"Yes." I agree.

He lowers my body to the floor so I'm lying on my back. Sango moves into the room, and I can hear her heavy breathing while she watches us. She sits down on the nearby couch so I can still see her from where I am. I feel Inuyasha remove what's left of my clothes and run his fingers over the soft skin of my thighs before lowering his face to my neck and placing kisses along the skin there.

The sensation is intense and all-consuming. Every part of my body feels like it's reaching out to him and begging for his touch. Waves of pleasure are rolling through me, and I can't stop the noises I'm making. When he makes it down to my thighs, his proximity to where I need him to focus is almost too much to bear. My hips buck of their own accord, willing him closer.

"Are you still okay?" He asks, hovering over top of me.

"I'm okay," I assure him. He nods and then turns to Sango.

"Take off your clothes, love." He orders. She does as he asks and peels herself out of her leggings and t-shirt. Her body is always incredible to admire, but in this context, I find myself wanting to see more of her. "Touch yourself. I want you to cum when Kagome does." Sango whimpers but nods in recognition.

I watch her fingers find her clit and start moving against it slowly. She is already slick, and watching her fingers slide against herself is one of the most erotic things I've seen in a long time. Just as I think I might burst from the sexual tension inside of me, I feel Inuyasha's tongue stroke my clit with fervor.

I appreciate that he doesn't want to play it slow with me because I genuinely don't think I can take it. The current pace is making my toes curl, and I am unable to stay still. I writhe and squirm under his ministrations, and every moan that sounds from me is echoed by another from him.

One finger slips inside of me, and I cry out in pleasure. He quickly adds another, and I can feel the orgasm already cresting at the end of every nerve. He pulls his fingers back slowly, letting the sensation build for a moment. He thrusts them forward quickly, and the jolt of pleasure from the friction leaves my back arching toward the ceiling.

A free hand reaches up and pinches one of my nipples hard. It's enough to send me over the edge, and as I cum I hear Sango's answering cry from her place next to us. The aftershocks run through my body in intense waves that have me spasming with each one.

When it finally comes to an end he trails kisses up my body until he's made it back to my face. His lips find mine, and we're locked in an intimate kiss that warms me from the inside. Our foreheads rest against each other as we both fight to catch our breaths. I feel him moving over me and notice that he hooks an ankle around Sango's to pull her toward us.

"You too, San." He says, ushering her to come to his side. She drops to the floor and crawls over toward him.

He wraps a hand around her throat and roughly crushes his lips against hers. I watch her melt against him, dissolving into satisfied moans, and the sensation inside of me is foreign. Watching them enjoy each other this way makes me feel giddy and warm, which is not what I was expecting. He pulls back from her, and the look he gives her of praise and admiration unearths something buried deep inside of me that wants that. I just can't tell if I want to be Inuyasha or Sango in this scenario.

"Good girl," he whispers to her. She seems to bask in the praise.

I am very aware of his still erect cock straining against his zipper. My intrusive thoughts are screaming at me to rip his clothes off and take him to the back of my throat, but I'm certain that's a terrible idea right now. Instead, my hand reaches forward and brushes against the outline of him. His hips bucked forward, and he lets out a strangled moan, his hand grabbing my wrist to hold it still away from him.

"What about you?" I question. It seemed like he was the only one getting the short end of the stick here.

"What about me?" He asked through grit teeth. He didn't let go of my wrist.

"You need release, too," I argue, trying to get closer. His grip on my wrist kept me mainly in the same position.

"I don't trust myself with you right now, Kagome. I don't know how well I can restrain myself with the way my instincts are firing off." He said gently. This time, he dropped the hand and pressed a hand to my cheek instead. He's right, too; I can feel the possessiveness and desire to claim in him almost as if it were mine.

"Well, I'm not the only one here. I want to watch," I said sternly, trying to leave no room for argument. When I glanced over at Sango, her mouth was practically watering at the idea. She nodded her head emphatically. Inuyasha just groans.

"You sure, Sango?" Inuyasha checked in with her, clearly desperate to give in to the desire. She nodded enthusiastically again.

"On one condition. You have to pull my hair. Hard." She said, placing a kiss on his cheek and lips. Knowing she left no room for debate, she began pulling his zipper down.

The sight of his naked body has my heart pounding with anxiety. My body instinctively reacts with fight or flight, and I know I need to breathe. Closing my eyes, I take several deep breaths that rush through my body and cause my fingers to tingle. When my eyes opened again, he had put some distance between us.

"Stay over there, bonsai. It's just a show. Nothing needed from you." His words were calming, and the strain in my chest started to dissipate. I grab onto his discarded sweatshirt and press it to my chest, wrapping both arms around it tightly and squeezing it protectively. His scent is calming and helps my mind come down from its over active state.

Sango expertly takes him to the back of her throat, and he throws his head back in pleasure, groaning a sound that shoots straight down my spine. She lifts her hands to wrap around his base, but he gives her hair a hard tug.

"Uh uh." He tsks. "You can take it all." She drops her hands, sighing as she accepts the challenge. She relaxes her throat and slides slowly down his length until her nose finally touches his skin. "Good girl."

The words alone light a fire inside me, and then she keens, moaning in pleasure at just the words before picking up her pace. Inuyasha is clearly keyed up, hips thrusting up to meet her, and she bobs against him.

"Shit, Sango. I'm gonna cum." He warns, and she moves a little faster, batting her eyelashes as she glances up at him from under them. I feel the pang of need run through his chest as he releases down her throat. When they finally disentangle, Sango lands on the floor next to me and reaches out to touch me before thinking better of it and pulling back.

"Can I- hold you?" She asks. I nod and hold my arms out to reach for her. She nuzzles in beside me and presses her body flush against mine.

Inuyasha starts to grab our clothes and clean up while the two of us lay there and try to come back down to earth. Laying here with Sango feels complete. Like this is how things are supposed to be.

"Come on, bonsai. Let's get you dressed." He says, reaching a hand out for me. He helps me stand and then works on pulling my shirt over my head. Before he helps with my sweater he places a kiss against the mark on my shoulder, holding there for a second like it's something precious. Like I'm something precious.

"You too, love." He lifts Sango off the ground and lets her fall against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. They hold that embrace for a moment, and then he kisses the top of her head.

"This calls for group aftercare with shitty takeout on the big bed." He says, leading us to his bedroom, where we all curl up together under blankets.