InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strength of Bond ❯ Battlefield ( Chapter 13 )

A/N: If you are a friend of mine, no comments allowed in person. Post a review only… any comment and I'll give you the cold shoulder for a long, long time. As for everyone else, take a cold shower… or two. Shorter than the last… learned my lesson about too long of chapters. Oh yeah and this story is officially over 90 pages. *blink* I'm impressed.

Warning: Lemon in chapter

Chapter 13

He stepped back from her sprawled out form upon the tatami bed. The comforter had a dark crimson background with a black and white pattern of a dragon curled upon it. The blankets beneath were the softest of cotton, dyed black. The sheets were a deep red polyester and cotton combination just as soft, which meant that these sheets were well used. Three feather soft pillows lined the small headboard against the wall. The bed itself was a raised tatami mat platform one foot above the ground. The futon bedding, the actual mattress-like cushion, comprised the full height of the bed to a mere one and a half feet.

Not that Inuyasha was actually noting the bed in any way, other than the comparison of how well Kagome matched it. Black hair fanned out across the bed, red susojoke parted to reveal a bit of creamy flesh, and long smooth legs of creamy white skin matched his bed perfectly. It was strange to see how well the two- Kagome and the bed- complimented each other, that one had to wonder if he had her in mind all along when he picked out the set.

He clinched his fists, which caused him to wince in pain. He reluctantly tore his gaze from the girl to glance at his hands. They were both covered in various sized splinters and wood chips. He cursed and growled softly, before he stalked out of the room, without a second glance to the bed.

Kagome sat up in bewilderment to the growl issued by the hanyou. The orbs grew wider as she watched him stalk from the room. She blinked a few times. Wasn't he about to… ravage her or something along those lines? Where the heck was he going? She heard him shuffle in the next room along with soft muffled curses. Eventually the light of the sitting room went out followed by silence. A moment later, clad only in his black kimono, Inuyasha stalked from the darkness, eyes intent on his next destination- the bathroom. She watched, opened mouthed, as he once again completely ignored her. Did she do something wrong?

She quickly moved off the bed, and stumbled several footsteps that almost made her fall flat on her face. Thankfully, her legs remembered how to walk, and she made her way to the bathroom. She could hear the soft curses whispered from the hanyou within. She stepped into the doorway, and saw what he was doing. She found herself stunned as the boy appeared to be picking out… splinters?… with his claws?! Unsuccessfully, she added as he cut his hand with his claws and yelped. With a sigh, she moved toward him, and took a clawed hand delicately in her own. "You know, I didn't think it was possible for a solid wood chair to shatter, not to mention the chair attacking back in revenge."

He growled and pulled his hands away. "Konoama."

Kagome's eyes widened. "What did you call me?"

He glared at her, his fangs bared. "I called you a bitch, konoama."

Her eyes narrowed. "That's what I thought." She reached up and yanked on one of his ears. He yelped in pain, and struggled against her hold. She yanked again, and brought his face to her own. "And who, pray tell, was the last person you called that to?" She watched as his eyes widened slightly as realization slowly dawned on him. "Am I to be compared to that… woman… now?" She yanked again to emphasize her point before she released his ear.

He patted his ear with the arm, instead of his splinter infused hands, and back away from her with a growl. "Wench that fucking hurt! I'm you mate! You can't just do that to me!"

"Well, look at that, I just did! And don't call me wench! It's Kagome. Kah-Goh-Meh! Not wench and certainly not ko- ko… Female dog!"

"But you are a konoama, wench. You've forgotten that you are mated to an Inu-youkai."

"Oh, so does that mean that woman back at the Magera building was also mated to you?"

"Fuck no! Kikyou's just a bitch, specifically Naraku's."

"So, you are saying that I'm the same thing as her?"

"NO!" He snapped back. "You are nothing like her!"

"Then don't call me a ko-ko-something-or-other…" She growled off.

"But you are one! You are my konoama!" He snarled.

"Didn't I already state that I didn't want you to call me that?!"

"I'll call you whatever the damn well I feel like, wench!"

She reached for his ear again, but this time he wisely stepped back to protect the precious appendages with his hands. She watched as he hissed between his teeth as he realized a little too late that his hands were still full of splinters. She sighed, her anger dissipated, and she turned away from him to look through the bathroom drawers for a pair of tweezers.

"Hey! Don't turn your back on me! We aren't finished!"

She ignored him as she turned back to him with tweezers in hand. "Come here, Inuyasha." Her voice sounded cold and tinged with more than just a little anger. He refused, growled back at her, and moved further away. A touch of miko energy expanded from her, without her own conscious doing so, and repeated her command.

With a flinch, he shuffled back to her in order to prevent the nasty little jolt she had just yielded him. When he was a mere foot away, she grasped his hand gently, and pulled him toward the sink. She hopped up onto the counter, and pulled his hand into her grasp as she began to tweeze out the multitude of splinters.

When she finished one hand, she drew the hand under the faucet of the sink and washed any blood that had appeared from the hanyou's claws. She then rubbed her fingers up and down the hand, searching for tender areas as well as pinpricks of splinters. When she was satisfied with the hand, she moved to the other and repeated the process. She never noticed that he had settled himself between her spread legs, the finished hand rested lightly upon her right hip.

Inuyasha was, to say the least, lost and confused. One minute she yelled at him for calling her names, and the next she was gently taking care of him. Did he miss something? Apparently he must have, since the girl before him completely did a three hundred and sixty degree turn around, and currently hummed a soft tune as she picked the wood from his hand.

The fact that her red silk covering slowly opened further, did much to help him forget the whole incident before. Although her greatly exposed legs- due to the hop she had made onto the counter that allowed the material to ride higher up her thighs- were also a fairly good distraction. His hand drifted down the material, and helped to raise the cloth up further to expose more of her leg. He shifted his weight a little to expand the gap between her legs more.

Kagome finished plucking the pieces from the hand and leaned over to wash it. The hanyou was a bit antsy, and he shifted a bit restless like. She wondered if he never allowed people to help him when he was injured. It would make sense on how he became defensive upon her entrance. Was it truly such a horrible thing to ask for help? She sighed sadly, as she checked the hand thoroughly for a final time. Could she really stand to stay with a man who did not want her help? She released the hand and looked up to catch his gaze.

Inuyasha turned his eyes from her legs when his hand was released. He caught her line of sight, and his ears flattened to his head. Her eyes were a watery blue that suggested tears were emanate to fall. Did he really hurt her feelings when he called her those names? She had not snapped at him before for the wench bit, but did she really have to get on his case about the `konoama' bit too? He's a dog demon. All women are bitches, though an important point would be to add who the woman belonged to. He had said she was his, so why did she get all pissed off at him? He would never understand women.

"Inuyasha?" Her voice quivered with a mixture of emotions even she could not put names to.

"Hmm?"

"I… gomen nasai. I didn't mean to intrude to make you angry. I… I just wanted to help. I guess I'm a failure twice in one night." She bowed her head and gave a teary sort of sob. "Gomen ne," she finished in a near whisper.

He groaned inwardly. How he hated it when girls cried! What the hell was he supposed to do about it? He was about as good at comforting another as a porcupine is in being soft and cuddly. Awkwardly, he reached his right hand out to cup her cheek and lifted her gaze back to him. The other hand, still upon her hips, shifted and moved her more forward on the counter. The pad of his thumb brushed over a couple escaped tear drops, and his nose rubbed her's ever so slightly.

Her eyes widened as he brought his mouth to her's in a soft, gentle caress. The kiss was languid and slow, but it nevertheless stimulated every nerve in her body. She whimpered as he pulled back after a moment, and proceeded to drag his tongue over the salty trails upon each cheek. Her eyes, however, continued to leak out tears that he continued to catch and remove them from her face.

Slowly he drew his head back, his tongue tingled with the flavor of her skin and salt. Brushing his nose against her's again, he kissed the corner of her mouth. He then proceeded to nibble upon the corner, before he attempted to grasp the lower lip between his own. His body trembled with suppressed pride when she finally closed her eyes and relinquished control to him. Deliberately, he danced a fang upon the lip before he delved his tongue into her now parted mouth.

Was it possible to get lost in a kiss? Was it possible to be lost in the taste- stronger than the most heady wine- and the touch of another person? Kagome felt that anything was possible with the spiraled bursts of light behind her eyes with each point their bodies touched. Still, he kept the kiss gentle, and allowed it lack the fierce possessive waves of previous kisses. Nonetheless, it was still just as powerful to blow her away. Her hands lifted of their own accord and reached around his neck to pull him closer to her.

The action pulled the two together, a mere inch gap at the widest space between their bodies. He delved his tongue deeper into her. A soft moan of surrender answered his demands, as he continued to assault her senses. His hands shifted beneath the red silk, as they sought out the smooth slopes of her body, and slowly explored it with barely touching fingertips.

"Wait!" she gasped out in response.

The reaction was instantaneous. One moment he had been close to possessing what he had wanted since this morning and the next he was a foot away. His ears flattened and a fierce scowl focused on her face. "WAIT?! What the fuck for?!" He snapped, though he maintained a wary distance.

Kagome blinked in surprise. She was, of course, startled that he had actually moved and stopped, but even more so she was amazed that he was actually angry at her for putting a stop to… what? Where was this eventually going to lead to? Would she even be able to deal with the repercussions of such actions? "I… I can't do this," she whispered.

A strange look came over his face and with slow, calculated words he asked, "You can't do what?"

"This!" she shouted, throwing her hands up in frustration. "You, me, this whole damn thing! I can't lie to myself that everything is just fine because it isn't! I don't know you, let alone l-love you, and now I'm married and basically trapped in a life I have no control over!"

"First of all wench, you aren't the only one `trapped' into this. Unlike humans, my chosen mate is the only one I can ever have. I'm shit out of luck if I choose wrong. Secondly, everything is just fine, otherwise we wouldn't be here in my brother's home now. We would be dead one way or another. Third, I don't believe in what humans deign as `love,' but if you insist on that ideal then I, too, don't have that kind of feeling for you or anyone else. So stop making such a big deal on all this."

He watched as she opened her mouth to retaliate, but her cut her off. "And before you yell my ears off, there are some things I do know. First," he stepped closer to her, "from the instant I saw you image on the vid six years ago, I knew that you were… different," he finished lamely.

Kagome's jaw dropped in astonishment. Was he trying to compliment her? Her mouth went dry as she struggled to gain a hold of the multitude of emotions swimming through her head.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat, "I also know that this situation is going to be difficult to adjust to especially… uh, married life, but… fuck… I don't know." He sighed running a clawed hand through his hair in frustration. "We get along well and no offense but we also heat each other's blood a bit too well. Fuck… I mean-"

"Inuyasha?" she asked, cutting him off. A faint blush tinted her cheeks as she hesitantly continued, "It's okay. We are both at a little bit of a loss, ne?"

Inuyasha nodded his head slowly.

"And there's nothing we can really do to change anything, right?"

He nodded again, a bit more slowly, a confused mask falling into place.

She took a deep breath and said, "I think I'd be more comfortable… exploring… this relationship if I knew more about you."

A devilish smirk wound itself onto his face and he quickly closed the gap between them. Kagome gasped in amazement, her eyes wide as she stared into two very dark molten gold orbs.

"So what do you want to know?"

Kagome swallowed the lump in her throat. What did she want to know? With a choking voice she asked the first question that came to mind, "What's your favorite color?"

Inuyasha quirked an eyebrow, but answered with one word. "Red." His eyes flared over her form and she blushed.

"Oh," she mumbled, and silence fell again.

He sighed. This wasn't getting them anywhere. "Do you prefer dogs or cats?" he asked her.

This astounded her more so when he picked her up off the counter and carried her out of the bathroom- switching off the light. This time he eased her up on to the bed, before he crawled over her to the other side, and pulled a pillow to lean on.

Kagome turned to face to him, still a bit in shock.

"Hey, wench, this `get-to-know-you' was your idea. So spit out your answer already."

She glared back. "Cats. I like cats and it's Kagome!"

"Keh, cats are stupid and lazy."

"Whatever, Ko-inu." A growl from him lead her to her next question. "What kind of dog are you? You know husky, Sheppard, Chihuahua?"

"What the fuck kind of question is that? I'm not a dog, wench. I am in no way related to them."

Kagome leaned up and rubbed an ear before he could swat away the offending appendage. "Oh really?"

He growled. "Ask my brother then. I never cared much about my heritage to bother asking questions. Do you always ask stupid questions?"

"Probably. So what's your-"

"Oi! It's my turn to ask a question."

"But you just-"

"I did not. Now what's your favorite season?"

"That's easy. Spring. I love it when all the flowers are in bloom. What hobbies do you have?"

He shrugged. "Fighting related stuff like weaponry, hand to hand, youkai tactical warfare, that sort of stuff. I guess I like history and music that doesn't hurt my ears."

Kagome giggled and it escalated as he flicked his ears toward her.

"How do you find that funny? Loud noises aren't that pleasant for humans either, even with their pathetic hearing capabilities."

She subsided to look correctly admonished. "Gomen ne."

"Keh."

"What does `Keh' mean?"

Inuyasha glowered at her, "Oi it's my turn to ask questions."

"But how will I know your answers when I get to ask a question and I don't know what your favorite terminology means?"

"It doesn't matter. Now my question is what color is your underwear?"

"NANI?!" she sputtered. "What kind of question is that?!"

He frowned, but his eyes were alight with hidden mirth. "You never put restrictions on the questions. Thus, I have every right to ask what color your panties are." He watched as she blushed profusely and mumbled her answer. His frown disappeared into a rather cunning smile. "Are they really?"

"It's my turn to ask a question now," she said, ignoring his curious tone and gaze. "Have you-" she cut off into a screech as Inuyasha lifted the edge of her susojoke.

"So they are red, and I was so sure you had lied."

"You hentai! I can't believe you just did that!"

The furious gaze and blushing face of the girl, widened his smile a smidge. "You can't still be embarrassed by…" He trailed off as he saw her gaze become closed off and her cheeks to darken. "You are, aren't you?" A weak nod was his answer. "Well… I guess I will just have to help you out."

~~-LEMON-~~

With a startled gasp, Kagome found herself dragged across the small space between them to press intimately against him. Her head shot up to catch his gaze for one frantic moment, before his lips descended upon hers. She groaned as she pushed her body farther into his warmth. She left reason to the wind deciding that it took too much out of her life enough already. She wanted to feel him like this as often as she could, to hell with the consequences.

Inuyasha grinned and slowed the kiss into an erotic thrusting motion. His left hand dragged deliberately along the curves of her body while his right, trapped between their bodies, tunneled it's way up the front of her robe. He whimpered as her body pressed harder against him in areas specifically below the belt. He trailed his left hand further down, his hand smoothing over her outer right thigh. With an aggressive move, he hooked his hand behind her thigh and lifted her leg upward. He shifted his weight and spread her legs wide, before draping her lower thigh to rest on his waist. Changing the force of his kiss into a near desperate bruising, he received the desired affect of her body pushing harder against his own.

She struggled with the kiss, trying to get a grasp of sanity to heal her frayed nerves. As the kiss turned a bit more primal and violent, her back arched to lesson the pressure of it. In return, her lower body pressed more intimately to his where she slowly began to rub against him. She moaned at the sensation the smooth silk fabric caused as it slipped against their bodies.

He broke the kiss with a growl, and his head dipped down to her neck to lavish attention upon it. Breathless moans slipped out between her swollen lips, and he turned his ears to focus on the sounds. His left hand moved to the small of her back and pressed her lower body firmly against his. A whine and a deep moan was the response to the motion, which heightened as his right hand grasped one small pert breast.

The feel of flesh on flesh was enough to send Kagome reeling. She shifted closer and to the dumbfounded pair, rolled him over onto his back. A short pause followed, as the pair gazed into each other's eyes. Straddled firmly upon him, one of his hands on her back and the other on her breast, she froze.

He saw confusion begin to sink into the pleasured haze he had previously induced. The corners of his mouth twitched in humor as the situation began to dawn. She probably had no idea what to do with her new dominate position. When she continued to stare at him, anxiety and embarrassment starting to cloud her judgment, he decided to take matters back into his own hands. He raked the tips of his claws of his right hand down the smooth skin within the folds of silk, while his left shifted to hold her waist. Her eyes closed as he guided her into a soft grinding motion. It was pure torture to watch her take over the motions, pressing firmly into his lower body. With panting breaths, his senses overloaded as the scent of her arousal began to permeate the room.

Kagome moaned, loving the feel of the movements her body created. It was too late, she realized soon enough, that there was no way she would ever deny him this. If he craved her as badly as she craved him in these reckless, passionate moments then she could learn to deal with the consequences. "Kami," she whispered softly as he bucked up against her.

"Ka… gome," he whispered hoarsely. "Are you…ahh… going to just…mmm… sit there…uhhh." His eyes danced over her exposed chest, the susojoke opened invitingly to him. Duel toned jewels of sweat glistened globes of skin, peaked in and out of sight through the loose silken cloth. He moaned as his hands upon her hips crushed her tightly against his straining member, and bucked harder against her. He finally decided he had enough, and flipped her onto her back when her hips had started to rotate in circles.

She gasped, but swallowed her sounds as he assaulted her senses and took little to no time in stripping her of her garments. She opened her eyes to watch him until the black kimono, revealing smooth, strong, and toned pectoral and abdominal muscles. He slipped the material from his shoulders, before tossing it off in a random direction. She blushed as she noticed that he wore no undergarments. Either he liked to go commando, which she doubted as she recalled maneuvering her hand through another set of clothing earlier, or he had removed them when he had removed the hakama pants in the other room.

He leaned down upon her and captured her mouth for a sweet kiss. As she wrapped her hands around his neck, his hands caressed her legs to open a little more. With a little shifting, and his sweet kisses turning into mad battles of tongue and teeth, he slipped himself into her. He growled against her lips in half broken words of "good," "sweet," "hot," and several less than appropriate words that applied to those three adjectives.

The coupling was hard and fast, and consisted of bruising hands clenched into hot, slick flesh, and mouths that twined together to muffle screams, as their bodies pushed each other to the brink of sanity. Lights flashed behind their eyes and auras crashed, as their bodies slammed against each other. Then as if in slow motion, wonder crossed each other's faces and they broke their kiss. A feminine, weakened scream shouted, and a masculine snarl was muffled by a bite administered to the other.

For several minutes the pair stayed there unmoving and unresponsive except for the loud gulps of breath. Inuyasha's fangs were sunk into her shoulder, and he slowly withdrew them to lap at the spot to reseal the skin. Other than that small movement his body remained over the small girl beneath him. "So," Inuyasha said as he pulled his head back to look at her. "I do believe you were about to ask a question. What was it?"

Kagome for her part was gazing up at the ceiling with blurry eyes, too tired to even will herself to move a muscle. Her eyes, now a soft silver instead of her normal blue-gray, narrowed ever so slightly. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He grinned and leaned over and nipped at her nose. "Sure you don't, and you don't curse either." He rolled his body over drawing her with him as he fell upon his back.

"I don't curse."

A smug look came across his features as he removed himself from her. "Now that is a lie."

She glared down at him, shifting herself to get comfortable along his side. His arms remained wrapped around her form which made it difficult to pull up the blankets that had gotten pushed down during their `playtime'. "When have I ever cursed?"

"When you were upset in the bathroom earlier. I quote, `You, me, this whole damn thing.' Sounds like there's a curse word in that phrase." He yawned and helped pull up the blankets to wrap around them.

"I think you're hearing things, Inuyasha," she replied with a yawn. "I don't curse."

"Feh, whatever wench." He leaned over and turned off the light to the room and settled down to rest. Kagome, in turn, buried herself into him. Together they fell off into a dreamless sleep.

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Translation and Pronunciation Guide:

Gomen nasai- (goh-men nah-sigh) I am very sorry (very formal).

Gomen ne- (goh-men neh) Sorry (very informal, slang).

Hentai- (hen-tye) Pervert. Also means mental or sexual perversion.

Nani- (nah-knee) What.