InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strength of Bond ❯ Metal Bars ( Chapter 25 )

A/N: 11/8/05 Fixed “plot” problems in chapter. Jackets added in previous chapter. Thanks Okaasan-7!! I've deprived you all of your lemons… It's been nearly ten chapters. Okay this month is National Writers Month. My goal is to finish this story in this month. Ten or so chapters left! Everyone cheer. Oh yeah and I originally didn't really think this chapter would end up being this long… so basically no plot here… plot continues in chapter 26. I've deprived you all of your lemons… It's been nearly ten chapters.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha characters. Story is my own creation.

 

Translation and Pronunciation Guide: All in story except currency. Too long and I didn't want to divide the chapter into parts for some sites. Let me know if you like this method better.

Gosen-en satsu- 5000 yen bill (~$50).

 

Warnings: Complicated Lemon. You'll understand when you read. Skip lemon? Skip chapter… I honestly didn't think this chapter was going to end up this long for one bloody lemon.

 

Chapter 25

 

The cool night air was a bit nippy for winter, and he hurriedly put her jacket on her and then his own followed. Inuyasha dragged the confused girl down several streets and finally turned into an area coined the “Love Hotel Hill.” She barely understood what was happening other than the fact that she was in an area filled with hotels. She did, however, understand that this wasn't the way home. “Inuyasha, where are we going?”

 

Inuyasha seemed to be looking for a specific place, and completely ignored the inquiry. When his eyes lighted on the sign, Koneko Kirei (Pretty Kitten), he grinned and pulled her along to the building. He was barely holding himself together as it was, and felt best not to say anything at all. Her aura was beginning to become a problem to his control and ultimately his sanity. The blue waves pulsed and throbbed in wider arches as it attempted to reach out and blend into his. In retaliation, his body answered the call in tangible liquid heat racing through his veins. His youkai knew exactly what it needed and wanted, but failed to break free and communicate this information to his hanyou self. As a result, the poor boy was in a realm all his own, that literally brought his to the brink of pleasurable pain. He would have her soon and perhaps in more ways than one.

 

He stepped through the doors of the hotel and headed an entry with a few pamphlets, a closed curtain booth and a panel of buttons. Inuyasha picked up a pamphlet and flipped rapidly through the novelty rooms before he decided which one he wanted. Kagome stood beside him, and fidgeted uncontrollably like a schoolgirl virgin out on her first date. Inuyasha grinned slightly as he picked the perfect room to test out and replaced the pamphlet. He scanned the panel of buttons and discovered that luck was with him and the room was unoccupied. He pressed the number to 309 and waited for the receptionist.

 

The receptionist's voice came through a speaker, behind the curtained window. “Konbawa. Chekku-auto no jikan wa nani desu ka (Good Evening. What is (your) check out time?)?”

 

“Two hours.”

 

“That will be gosen-en satsu, sir.”

 

Inuyasha handed a single five thousand yen bill through the small opening between the glass and curtain.

 

A key appeared a moment later from the slot receptionist. “Domo arigato gozaimashita. Mata douzo (Thank you very much. Please come again).”

 

He turned from the window and led Kagome toward the elevator. He pressed the elevator button, and, when it opened, pulled her into the contraption. After the doors closed, he sagged against the back wall of the elevator. Was that awkward or what? He'd never checked into a normal hotel, let alone one of these hotels. The only thing he appreciated about these places was anonymity of it all. No one, unless they followed him here, would know. Still, this whole scenario was something he had never thought he would do or be a part of. He, after all, is a hanyou. Who would ever love a hanyou?

 

Kagome turned her gaze up to her antsy mate. “Inuyasha? Why are we here?”

 

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, and smirked when her face flushed. He sighed and pulled her into his arms, her back against his chest. He rested his chin upon her head, and his arms wrapped securely around her waist. “Remember what yase ookami (wimpy wolf) said about your aura? I think the battles of the last several days, added to the emotional tension of today, have caused your miko powers to expand. The energy you have gained is at a level that will start to attract many unwanted power hungry ningen (human), hanyou, or youkai.”

 

“Okay… So you brought me to a love hotel?” Confusion laced her voice. Why didn't he just take her to a normal hotel? What was the reason for this particular hotel?

 

He fidgeted, arms tightening ever so slightly as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. “Well, Shibuya is known for their novelty hotels, and Koneko Kirei has the best unusual designs and themes.”

 

They moved out of the elevator in a shuffled fashion, Inuyasha refusing to release her. “You mean to tell me, that you bring me here so we can… mate… in a room designed for sexual pleasures?” she asked in a strained, dumbfounded voice. When he didn't answer she sighed. “Please tell me we are not going into a swimming pool or hot tub themed room.”

 

“Feh! I rather like the more bondage driven rooms.” The pair stumbled, when the miko's legs had suddenly stopped working at the confession.

 

“Na-nani (What)?!” she chocked, her entire body frozen in shock. Bondage?!

 

Inuyasha snickered, and lifted her body into his arms. Her surprised squeak lost in the loud chuckle he issued as he carried her down the hall. One hand was planted firmly on her upper thigh, which the other loosely held her upper body to his chest. At their room, he put her down on her feet, and slipped the card into the lock. “You'll like this room, Kagome. It's right up your alley.”

 

“Bondage is not up my alley!” Before she could protest further, she found herself pushed into the room and the door shut behind her. Inuyasha switched on the lights and she found herself staring at the most unusual room she had ever seen. The front of the room reminded her of a metal, school, jungle gym composed of black bars decorated at intervals with ropes, chains, shackles, and leather ties. A foot perimeter edged around the area and led a clear path to the back of the room where a queen size futon laid. The covers of the bed were as black as the bars that appeared to be a silk-like material. A large 45” flat screen television stood to one side of the bed and a door on the opposite side led into a black enamel bathroom.

 

“You have got to be kidding me,” she murmured, her eyes wide.

 

“Come on, Kagome. It will be fun.”

 

“I thought you were a dog demon, not a monkey.”

 

“Keh!”

 

She stepped toward the metal cage, her hand running along the bars in front of her. There were varying sizes of openings between the bars that allowed for a maze like path to be formed on a three dimensional scale. Whoever had come up with this idea, certainly had an active and rather extreme imagination. How could anyone feel comfortable making love on a jungle gym? She continued to analyze the item, curious as to how anyone maneuvered through it without getting stuck. Or was the purpose of this contraption to entrap the players? She noted the relatively randomly placed bondage devices, and came to the conclusion that they were to help insure that the victim within could be restrained into elaborate positions.

 

“What are you thinking about?” asked Inuyasha, as he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his head into the side of her neck, his eyes half closed as he slowly breathed in her scent. “Kami (Gods), you smell delicious. Perhaps we should just skip the chase and go straight to bed?”

 

“Hentai (pervert).”

 

She heard his soft chuckle and felt it's vibrations up and down her spine. Her body shivered as goose flesh rose up and down her arms. She smiled ever so slightly. If he wanted to play, she would let him have his game. Besides, she hadn't done something like playing with bars since primary school. She rather thought this would be fun. She felt him bury his nose deeper into her shoulder while his hands flexed on her hips. She moved her head to give him more access, and he gave her a pleased growl and lick to her neck.

 

“All right, ko-inu (puppy). We'll play. But I get a head start and lights are off.” Fangs dragged lightly along her jugular and she swallowed slowly.

 

“Deal.”

 

“And to make it more interesting, you only get to take off one item of my clothing for each catch.” She heard him growl his displeasure, and the whole sensation shot heat straight through her core. A low masculine echo and a nip upon her mating mark answered her breathy moan.

 

“Fine, one piece per catch. Now get the hell in there so I can catch you already.”

 

He grinned as she slipped from him, pulled off her jacket to which she tossed aside, and entered into the metal playground. She was suddenly very glad she was small, as she slipped her way through some of the tighter areas. The lights flickered out a moment later and she paused attempting to get her eyes to adjust to the low lighting. Inside the room were a few black lights so she wasn't completely blind. There was no way she would do well if she couldn't see at all. She eased herself through another section, lifting her body up and over a few bars. Her eyes alighted on a blackened corner and moved as swiftly as she could.

 

She froze when she heard his soft voice stop his childish counting. Her heart rate doubled and quickly used her black hair to help conceal the blaring blue-white of her shirt and overlay of the skirt. Why did she have to wear white? She quickly sunk as low to the ground as possible, and glanced around for easy escape routes in case he entrapped her. When he stepped into the maze of metal, she noted in horror that with the exception of his hair, he appeared dressed in black, testing to the fact that he had removed his white over shirt. She could see his gold eyes glowing in the gloom, his hair a luminescent blue, the rest of him immersed in shadow. He was hunting her, purposely going slow. She had no doubt that he knew exactly where she was. Her body shivered and she pressed herself lower to the ground. He outmatched her in everyway in this game he wished to play. She had lost long before she accepted the challenge. Nevertheless, she intended to put up a phenomenal performance.

 

He moved almost elegantly in the dark, his eyes focused in her direction every few seconds, methodically making his way to her. The glow of her shirt, skirt, and ribbon in her hair gave her away in the darkness. She would not be able to hide from him until he removed some of those delightful beacons of clothing. He felt his body charge with energy, his youki crackling as it surged through his body. He would enjoy this hunt immensely. He closed in on her section, his excitement whipping around him.

 

She moved through a small opening farthest away from his approach when he was within reach of her. She nearly pulled herself through, knowing he could not follow her, when a clawed hand grasped her foot. She felt herself pulled back through the opening, her left foot caught and held into his chest. The whiteness of his fangs gleamed while he gently removed her boot, exposing a cute little black sock. Instead of releasing her foot, his left hand drifted up her leg and he rubbed it softly. She gasped at the sensation and wiggled her body to get away.

 

“Uh-huh, Kagome. One catch for me, so give me your other leg.”

 

“You're right about one catch, but I seem to recall one catch, one piece of clothing. You took a boot, so let me go.”

 

“Shoes come in pairs so they should be counted as one. Give me your other leg.” He released her left leg and grabbed the calf of her right. He heard her harsh moan at the sensation, as he proceeded to drag his hand down to her other boot.

 

Instead of doing as he suggested, she wiggled her freed sock-clad toes that had been conveniently dropped into his lap against the swell in his pants. The motion caused the hanyou to loosen his grip completely, and she quickly moved her legs and body through the opening, and crawled away from him. She heard him growl and hurried over and under a series of other bars to get away from him. As a last resort, she hefted herself up onto a section of tightly welded bars to give a sort of tunnel like feel.

 

The bars were not very comfortable upon her unprotected shins and knees, but at least the hanyou couldn't assault her in such a tight area. She paused at a slightly wider gap between the bars, and glanced around. Inuyasha had disappeared. She blinked several times, the hair on the back of her neck rising. If he were behind her, then her best shot would be to move forward. Taking a deep breath, she reached across the expanse and moved her upper body over the gap. When nothing happened, she breathed a sigh of relief, seized the next bar, and proceeded to move the rest of her body over the section.

 

She squeaked when a hand grabbed her skirt and yanked her body, ever so slightly, downward in a back bend. One clawed hand fixed upon the inner thigh of her left leg, while the other hand drifted down her right leg to the remaining shoe. She dared not breath. The shoe slipped off with a loud clunk. She felt his hand drag its palm along the arch of her covered foot, his sharp fingernails teasingly brushing through the fabric to the sensitive skin, setting nerve endings on fire.

 

He grinned at the squirming foot and sharp spike in her scent. His hand at her thigh, gripped it a little more forcibly to show he held her captive. He then slowly eased her middle upward, guiding her legs toward the opening. He was rather surprised how easily she responded to his gentle guidance. It took very little pressure for her to move her body how he wanted.

 

She made another delightful protesting sound, her hands clutched upon the bar in front of her body. The position was not very comfortable for her, but apparently her body was no longer listening to her anyway. She should have already moved along, since he had succeeded in removing her other shoe. Instead her body moved with his and soon found her legs dangling down in the gap.

 

He guided her downward; his right hand gripped her left inner thigh, while his left hand traveled boldly up her body to keep her balanced. With her sufficiently balanced, he directed her body along his frame, each nerve of his body set ablaze as inch by slow inch her body slid down against his own. He had never thought of himself as a lover of pleasurable pain, but now he wasn't so sure. He slid his right hand from the inside to the outside of her thigh, and guided it up beneath her skirt to rest in the cleft of where her thigh and torso met. His left slipped beneath her white shirt to rest on the flat of her belly.

 

She gasped in surprise, her grip that had been nearly excruciating, released upon the dual sensations caused by his hands. She hissed in pleasure as he pulled the rest of her down into his embrace, her left leg hitched on his waist, his head momentarily buried in her breasts. He growled low, and her body shivered with the vibration. She lowered her hands to his shoulders and coaxed his head up to her own.

 

Their lips met in a hesitant kiss, gentle and soft. He dragged a fang along her lower lip, and immediately delved his tongue into her mouth when she opened it. Her eyes met his upon the initiation and she was lost in the raging amber that reminded her of liquid gold. Perhaps playing this game was a bad idea. After all, when one plays with fire, there's always a good possibility of being burned. She was most definitely playing with fire.

 

His mouth was hot, so very hot, and overflowing with her delicate flavor. His taste buds were on fire as his tongue sought out the curves of her mouth. He battled with the miko's own tongue, as she challenged him further by blocking his explorations. In the end, she surrendered with a hoarse moan and he gloried in his victory by leaving no area of her mouth left undiscovered. One thing for certain, he would never get tired of her flavor or her drugging kisses.

 

Her fingers buried themselves into his hair while he immersed her in a sea of smoldering lava. So burned by him, she rather thought she would never be cold again. She tipped her head to give him better access to her mouth, at the same time as holding him as close to her as possible. She felt his clawed hand on her rear lift her, so that her center pressed intimately and tightly against the warmest portion of his anatomy. She bucked against him seeking her pleasure without permission.

 

He broke the kiss with a hiss. His eyes half-closed with the constant rub of her body against his own. His hands gripped her more harshly to increase the friction between their bodies. “You taste so good,” he whispered to her in a deep purr that spiraled up and down his frame and into hers. He bent over slightly and allowed for both her feet to touch the ground once more. He delved his nose into her hair, holding her loosely at the waist as they both caught their breaths. Finally, he pinched her on the rear and backed away.

 

Kagome glared at him for the pinch, her chest still heaving. Her glazed blue-gray eyes focused once more upon the hanyou leaning against the bars. He wore a pleased grin and appeared to be tapping his foot to some beat. It was only when he seemed to move back toward her that she realized what he was doing. She glanced around, and before he could move slipped through a narrow gap in the bars. The chase was resumed.

 

The ground was a soft plush carpet, and it felt nice upon her bare feet. She shimmied her body through a particularly narrow opening, and bowed her head low to fit the area. Just as she moved her body through, something clamped around her wrist. She paused and turned back to see her wrist held in a leather shackle. “Nani Shiyagaru (What the fuck)?”

 

“Now, now, Koishii (lover). You know better than to curse. So impolite.”

 

She turned her head to the side to see Inuyasha prowling around her boxed in location. Her wrist was entrapped in the last section, but if she moved in that direction she was doomed. At least in this enclosed net of bars he couldn't do much to her. She glared at him, yanking on the trapped arm and backing the farthest away from his form.

 

He came forward and leaned up against the bars, a mere foot in front of her. He could touch her, if he wanted, but he didn't. Instead he smirked in her direction and seemed to just stand there watching her. He watched her eye him wearily, as she tried to determine what the advantage of this situation was for him.

 

`Uh, Inuyasha? What exactly is your plan in this?”

 

He cocked his head to the side like an innocent boy would before lying through his teeth about stealing all the cookies from the jar. When she shrank further back from him, a fang peaked out between his lips. “You are going to remove a piece of clothing for me.”

 

She blanched. “Re--move… a gar--ment?”

 

He nodded his head, leaning his head against his arms as he watched her with glowing eyes.

 

“But I only have one hand free.”

 

His smirk widened. “Then you'll have to choose something you can take off with one hand.”

 

She glared at him. She had two pieces she could remove, her skirt or her socks. Oh why couldn't she have just worn a pair of panties like any normal person would? She really didn't want to remove her socks, but they were the best choice, one he would not be too happy with. On the other hand, if she chose the skirt, he would have extremely easy access on the next catch. Decisions, decisions.

 

“I suggest you pick quickly, or you may loose more than one garment for stalling.”

 

“Fine, fine,” she grumbled. With great difficulty, she lifted a leg and proceeded to hop ever so slightly to yank the piece of cloth off her foot. She heard the pleased purr he exuded for her choice, considering he had ample view of her body while she fought with the item. She struggled with the second sock, showing a great deal of leg. When at last it came free, she kicked the two scraps of black cloth at his feet. “There you get two. Now let me go.”

 

A very egotistical look had covered his features. “I do recall you stating one piece of clothing at a time. Perhaps we should play more games like these, ne? You seem so very eager to get it over with. Or is the shackle the event that makes you so very ready for me? Bondage not up your alley, hmm?”

 

A heavy blush stained her cheeks, but she just growled and yanked on the shackle. She watched him move toward her locked wrist and released it with a kiss to the palm of her hand. She fled the area, knowing he was mentally counting to give her a reprieve before the next pounce. She didn't have to weight long as she suddenly ran into a dead end; well at least for going at a decent height. Her options were limited to going up or going down. She quickly, knelt onto the ground and crawled through the opening on her back, using the bars as anchors to help the motion. She continued on the floor through two more openings before her legs were yanked back.

 

He pulled her smoothly back, spreading her legs a foot apart. He watched as her hands grabbed the bars before her and attempted to pull herself out of his hold. He gave a slightly hard pull and she yelped, loosing her grip. She found herself sprawled in the middle of the enclosed area, her upper body stranded without a hold, and legs spread wide and trapped between bars exposing her center. Cool metal bars pushed up against her legs, two for each side, her middle and upper thighs unprotected from her mate. Hands gripped her upper thighs, pressing them against the cold metal a little more forcibly. She lifted her head to see him sitting before her, eyes closed and breathing deeply. She had never felt as helpless as she did now.

 

He savored the moment, before he dipped his head between her thighs. He breathed in the heady musk scent, nearly going mad with want. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist from the drag across the ground, exposing the small nest of black curls covering her warm epicenter. “I've been wanting to do this since the first time I lay with you.”

 

Kagome looked at him in confusion. What had he wanted to do?

 

“You know, Inu-youkai are sensitive to smells, but we are also sensitive to tastes too. Now I will get to taste you.” He growled loudly as he lowered his head and nudged the area softly with his nose. He then turned his head to her upper thighs and proceeded to drop a series of light kisses up and down the flesh. His tongue flickered against the skin in small strokes, interspersed with short nips of his fangs.

 

She stared at him in shock. His tongue was slighter rougher than a human's, but she already knew that. He nuzzled her mound, nostrils flaring, and the breath upon the area sending spirals of cool chills racing through her hot body. She stared up at the ceiling, eyes glazed as she attempted to regain her senses with the first stroke of his tongue upon her lower lips. The gentle rasp of his tongue upon so sensitive a place had her hips twisting to break free. She was burning up, thrashing gently with each soft and tentative stroke.

 

He smiled at the response, his hands holding her body down as she bucked upward at the last caress he gave, which brought him over the sensitive nub held hidden inside her lips. Wanting a deeper taste, he carefully tipped his tongue into her opening. He probed his tongue inside of her and started to explore her hot wet core. He loved the taste of her musk, the truest flavor a person could have. She was his to taste, to explore, to mate and he wasn't going to let anyone take her from him if he could help it.

 

Thousand of shivers ran up her spine and she released a short soft cry with each stab and thrust of his searing, wet appendage. She whimpered and dug her nails into the carpet. Soon wave after wave of scalding heat raced through her system and her cries became less coherent and louder. She couldn't decide whether she wanted him to stop or not, as her breath and thoughts were driven from her with each deeper lick and scrap of his fangs.

He lowered his head to push his tongue deeper into the warm, wet tightness of her shaft. He reveled in her rising voice as he sucked upon the opening after each plunge of his tongue. He was lost in the feel and taste of her body. There was nothing to keep him from feeling the surrender of her body to his caresses.

She arched violently as a shattering heat filled her belly and exploded outward, down to the tips of her toes and fingers. Her breath stopped and a silent scream erupted from her lips. Her back crashed back down a moment later, tremors racing along each limb. She continued to spasm with each stroke he gave to her core as he licked her juices off. She felt him purr his approval, his arms lax against her thighs, his nose and face still buried between her legs.

 

Her chest heaved beautifully as he watched her flushed form continue to shake and squirm. He massaged her thighs, easing the tension from the limbs and the soreness of the metal biting into her flesh. It took several more minutes before her body relaxed completely, her eyes refocused. Well, several painful moments for the hanyou. “Better?” he inquired in a whisper, his voice raspy and weak. His tongue tingled with her flavor and he wished to have another taste, but not right now.

 

She eased her back off the floor to stare at him. She swallowed and gave him a slight nod. His eyes were crimson tinged, and she suddenly wondered how much more his youkai could take before he broke. She licked her dry lips. She wouldn't mind if he wasn't too rough.

 

“Good. Then what shall we remove?”

 

She blinked at him in confusion before she registered her surroundings. She dragged her legs away from his lax hold, tucking the limbs beneath her body. She moved over to the work of bars separating them and turned to her side, lifting an arm up for him to gain purchase of the strings to hold her shirt together.

 

He lifted the shirt hem easily, and untied the first side. The process was repeated as she turned to the other side. When the ties were loosened, she turned to fully face him and each of her hands grabbed one of his. With her help, he hands were guided up her body to lift away her shirt. The garment was tossed aside by her own hands, before she returned her grip to his own hands and pressed them back to her body.

 

She moved her body closer to his to allow him full purchase of her body. Her own hands delicately smoothed the silvery-blue strands of his hair, before she gently removed the black bandana for his ears, pulling the material off with a flick of her wrist. She paused wanting to reach out and touch them, but held herself still. He didn't always like to have his ears touched, even by her. It was a part of him she knew he despised more than anything. It was these unique appendages that proved that he was only half, neither youkai nor human.

 

Inuyasha stilled his hands upon her waist as he felt the cool room arm graze his now exposed ears. At first he was angry with her for ruining the moment, but then he knew how much she loved to touch them. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He needed to forget the past where only his mother ever touched his ears. He needed to forget the hate that had been directed at him for his trait. He needed to move on. He took another deep breath and the tension in his shoulders eased. This was Kagome. Beautiful, sweet Kagome. The first to accept him for who he was and allow him to continue their bonding. Even in the darkness of the shrine house's hallway, the first time he truly heard her speak, she had faced the fear of the unknown and allowed him to continue the ceremony. He had nothing to fear from her. He leaned forward and lowered his head so that she could reach his ears. She trusted him, and it was time that he trusted her. She is his mate, his everything, his Kagome.

 

She didn't question his change, only the invitation. She greedily sprung her hands into his hair for his ears. She rubbed first one ear in circular motions, revealing in the unique feel of the soft fur. She felt him nuzzle into her chest, but she didn't care. This would be the first time he had given her free reign of his ears, and she intended to soak it up to its full worth. She was more than a little shocked when his ears did not flick away from her touch, but appeared to lean toward her hands. She could feel them tremble beneath her soft brushes, but she figured that was more a physical need than a fear of her touch. Several long minutes passed as she explored each ear with careful precision, memorizing their touch and feel.

 

When she finally lowered her hands, she registered with shock the soft calming purr her emitted and the relaxed body leaning heavily against the bars. He raised his head as her hands finally abandoned their exploration. Honey sweet, colored eyes met confused gray. Then she knew. Her heart soared with pleasure and undiluted pure happiness. The once weak, golden thread flared solid gold before disappearing in the mesh of the bond. Neither noticed as they were too caught up in each other.

 

He had finally learned to trust her. Crystalline tears fell from her eyes and she hastily kissed him when she saw his face darkening with a frown. “Arigato, Anata (Thank you, my love).”

 

He smiled and brushed his lips back against hers. “You have thirty seconds.”

 

Her lips curved in a sensuous smile. “I have as much time as it takes you to remove your clothes,” she breathed against his lips, before kissing him long and deep. She pulled back and nipped him on the lower lip. “I suggest you hurry up or I might take the rest off on my own.”

 

He jumped back in surprise, only to find his hand stuck. His eyes flew to his wrist bond to the metal cage by a long white ribbon. His eyes widened in surprise and her stared at her head, as she removed the elastic and letting her raven tresses free. She leaned forward and gave him an Eskimo kiss, before darting away.

 

He growled, but gently pulled the bow off his wrist. “Conniving wench.” He hurriedly tossed off his shirt, his kotodama (rosary) resting brightly against the planes of his chest. He struggled out of his shoes and pants, leaving the black boxers on. He was on the hunt within moments. He glared around the room when a bright white material caught his sight. He moved toward it and to his surprise he found her bra. “Tisk tisk, Konoama (Bitch). That's cheating.”

 

“Think of it as a present for my pleasure.”

 

He glared around the space annoyed when he couldn't seem to find her. Where the hell did she get? He stalked around the area, but nothing moved in the darkness. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he didn't have anything in them. He could smell her, but her scent was dispersed throughout the whole area. Suddenly, he glanced upward. There, on top of the maze of bars was something white. He climbed upward, but when he grabbed the white cloth it just slid down to ground. It was her skirt. He growled in annoyance.

 

Her heard her laughter. “And that was just for kicks.”

 

His ears twitched toward the sound. It was far enough away that he knew she was no longer in the cage. He stalked through the metal bars and wound his way out of the mess and found himself standing in front of the futon. The covers were pulled back and to his great delight and annoyance, pale flesh lay across the expanse. “Cheater.”

 

“Am not.”

 

He stalked the figure on the bed that didn't move a muscle except to speak. “Are too. You left the area.”

 

She purred and stretched her body ever so slightly. “We never set boundaries. So I didn't cheat in that way.”

 

He leaned up over her body, pressing her into the bed. “Well, you did cheat on your rules, Kagome. I think you should be punished.”

 

Her arms reached around his head, pulling his lips to hers in a soft kiss. “Punish later when we get home. I want you now.” To emphasize her point she lifted her hips up to his and rubbed against his straining member.

 

“As you wish.” He kissed her roughly, feeding all his pent-up energy into that one kiss. His hands roughly dragged along her bare form, relearning their contours as her hands pulled his boxers down his hips. He kicked them off in a flourish before his mouth released hers to delve into her neck. He took his time to find each sensitive spot upon her flesh. He coaxed the rushing heat into an inferno using his hands, lips, tongue, and teeth.

Her eyes flew open as his hips finally surged forward, and he was completely encased inside her. They burned together like a candle with a colossal flame. They were melting into each other, sealing their souls, bodies, and hearts once more. Where one began, the other continued. They were one. Her hands clenched against his back, her thighs pressing against his hips, and his body pounded into hers with relentless force. The flames burned brighter, consuming their bodies into dust as they crashed together on the swells of fire tornados. They were one. The jewel lightened to a baby pink, a thick golden cord of power stretching from female to male.

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