Unlikely Companions | By : EatAPeach Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 2293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
This is my attempt at an answer to Atropa’s call for a
Sango/Sephiroth pairing. Be advised, I
really don’t know the first thing about FF7, and I’ve never written a lemon
before but I thought, eh, what the hell?
So, here it is, just your standard PWP.
Read and enjoy—review if you feel the need (though it would be nice if
you did). Thanks!
I don’t own the characters of Inuyasha or FF7. This is for private entertainment purposes only, not profit.
Here’s to you, Atropa!
Sango stalked through the rain soaked streets of the city, washed
in shadow and grief as she made her way home from her latest failed attempt at
reopening the portal that brought her here.
Two years. For two long years
she’d been trapped in this hellhole, searching desperately for a way home, back
to her friends—back to the brother she’d left behind. She’d visited scientists, psychics, and masters of all dark
arts—yet still she was here, and she was alone.
She was no closer to hope now than the day she arrived.
Sango clenched her fists in anger. How could they have been so stupid? It was foolish to think she could use the well, with or without a
jewel shard. She was never intended to,
and she knew it. Yet, they couldn’t
help but tempt fate, and now she was here, dealing with the consequences of her
damnable curiosity.
She supposed she should consider herself lucky that she had
survived at all, though. Even if the
unstable magic of the well hadn’t killed her, the world she found herself in
very well could have. It took her a
while to adapt, a long while, but eventually she found herself able to
assimilate into her environments without seeming suspicious or just plain
crazy.
She’d even taken up exterminating again, of course to a
lesser degree. She simply didn’t have
the expertise she had in the feudal era.
The demons of this time were considerably different from the ones she
was used to. In truth, the demons were
no worse than the humans. It was the
hardest lesson she had to learn in her new life, one she had forgotten all too
easily before she’d come here. Not all
humans were good. The very people she’d
been trained to protect were often as vile and twisted inside as the demons she
protected them from. They were
continually warring amongst themselves with the most horrendous weaponry, that
with the capability of decimating entire cities—which they often did; it was
decidedly worse than the wars of the feudal era, and she’d wondered how human
kind had lost its empathy and sense of camaraderie. When had the future of humanity become so…hopeless?
She sighed and quickened her pace. The evening was quickly approaching, and she had no desire to
deal with the kind of crowd she would undoubtedly run in to after dark—at least
not tonight. She was tired, and not
even a good fight would lift her spirits this time.
She rounded the corner just a block from her apartment, only
to come eye to eye with a rather large, foul smelling man and his two equally
disgusting friends. “Oh, excuse
me.” She’d hoped she’d be able to pass
by quickly without incident. She hoped,
but somehow things never seemed to work out for her.
“Hey baby,” the man slurred as he wrapped a grimy hand
around the top of her arm and jerked her toward him. “Where do ya think you’re goin’?”
Oh please, she inwardly sneered. Why was it someone was always after her
virtue or her pocketbook?! She gave a
very unladylike snort and wrenched her arm away from the drunken man’s
grasp. “I said, excuse me,” her tone
was dripping with venom as she continued to try and push past them.
“What’s the matter, bitch?
Too good to party with us?” A
second man snapped with a predatory gleam in his hazy eyes. Slowly, he advanced toward her, and the
other two closed the gap as well.
She sighed heavily, they really were asking for it. Idiots. Without a word she let loose a mean left hook on the second man,
effectively breaking his nose and causing him to squeal like a little
girl. Before he even had time to double
over, his companions were experiencing the bliss of unconsciousness, and he was
pinned to the ground with a very intimidating short sword pressed to his neck.
“What the fuck?
Crazy b-bitch!” He stammered,
the fear evident in his eyes.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I
don’t think you’re really in the position to be telling me what a crazy bitch I
am, do you?” She pressed the sword ever
so slightly and the man whimpered. Her
voice was just above a whisper, but the warning was clear. “Take your scumbag friends and go. I don’t want to see you here again. Understand?”
The man nodded vigorously and Sango removed her blade. She smirked triumphantly. Well, maybe a
fight had done her a little good. She
started to continue on as the men clumsily vacated the area when the distinct sound
of clapping filled her ears.
Her head snapped in the direction of the noise and the
clapping ceased. A tall, well-built
figure stepped to the edge of the shadows in the alleyway. “Bravo,” he said in a silky baritone voice. “Though, really they weren’t much of a
challenge for someone of your abilities.”
Sango narrowed her eyes in speculation. “And just what would you know of my abilities?”
“Enough.”
Sango let out an exasperated breath, “Look, I don’t have
time for games, so either show yourself or get lost, I don’t particularly care
which.”
Slowly the figure emerged from the shadows, and Sango nearly
choked on her own breath. He was
beautiful—tall and lean, yet very well defined, with startling emerald pools
set into a strong face, and long silver tresses that framed his features and
floated down his back in a river of moonlit liquefaction. Not since Sesshoumaru had she set eyes on a
man so stunningly handsome.
She blushed furiously as he trapped her under his intense
scrutiny. “W-what is it you want?”
He sidled up to her gracefully, and despite his intimidating
gaze and close proximity, Sango found herself unable to move away. Before she could blink he had removed her of
her short sword and held it out before him, examining the blade. “Let’s get right to the point shall
we?” His tone was nothing other than
cool and nonchalant. “You have
something in your possession that could be of great use to me. Hand it over willingly and I’ll spare your
life. If not…well, I think you get the
idea.”
Sango fumed. She
didn’t care how beautiful he was, or how easily he had managed to disarm
her. She was a demon slayer, damn it,
and she refused to be intimidated.
Besides, she was fairly sure he was talking about the Shikon shard that
Kagome had given her when she tried to use the well, and she had no intention
of giving it up freely. It was her only
hope of ever getting home, and if he thought he was going to take it without a
fight he had another thing coming. “I’m
quite sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied just as
smoothly.
The familiar cool of steel pressed firmly into her throat
and the painfully rough grip on her ponytail had her fighting not to wince as
the man lowered his head until they were virtually cheek-to-cheek and spoke
softly into her ear. “Oh, I think you
know exactly what I’m talking about, exterminator. Tell me, where is the shard?”
Sango’s eyes widened considerably. So, she was right; he was after the shard. That he even knew of it was surprising
enough, but Sango was doubly confused when he spoke of her occupation. This was bad, very bad. She didn’t like it that he knew so much
about her, and it was getting increasingly difficult not to show her
apprehension. It didn’t help matters at
all that he was violating her personal space so grievously, either. His breath across her ear alone could have
turned her into a quivering mess, had she let it.
Her silence spoke volumes.
She had it all right, and he was going to find it if it took him all
damn day. He knew full well what that
sliver of a jewel could do to augment his capabilities, and he wasn’t about to
let the opportunity pass him. Not when
he’d spent the last six months of his time devoted to tracking down the elusive
energy source. Without words he yanked
her up roughly by her hair and drug her in the direction of her apartment.
Oh this is just great, he knows where I live now, too? Sango began to struggle violently, doing
everything she could to wrench herself free from his grip. Her efforts proved futile, though, and soon
she found herself dumped unceremoniously on the ground at her front door. “Open it,” he stated calmly.
“Fuck you,” she spat.
She fought to suppress a whimper as he grabbed her by the hair once
again and hauled her up to her feet.
“You will open this door,” he stated in a dangerously low voice.
Maybe she wasn’t thinking clearly, maybe she just didn’t
care, but if she had taken a moment to reflect on the situation she might have
reconsidered her actions. As it was,
she didn’t, and when she found herself nose to nose with her assailant she let
her blind fury take control, and with all the hate and disgust she could
muster, she spit directly in his beautifully angry face.
Though he didn’t so much as flinch, Sephiroth was completely
taken aback. Never, had anyone dared to
provoke him in such a way. He was
intimidating at best and practically the devil incarnate at worst, and here
this…woman, a tiny human woman of all people dared to confront him in such a
way. He was appalled, angered, and dare
he say, slightly intrigued. She was
stubborn no doubt, and to say foolishly brave may have been an
understatement. He could obviously
overpower her, yet she refused to submit, even when it was completely futile to
hope otherwise. How interesting human
resolve could be. Coolly he spoke, “Are
you quite finished, now?”
Sango was frustrated now.
He didn’t strike her, he didn’t shake her, he didn’t even move to clean
himself—any other reaction would have been welcome, but he gave none. She’d hoped he’d let go long enough for her
to knock him down and reclaim her sword.
Maybe then she’d have a chance, but apparently it wouldn’t work that
way. “Who the hell are you anyway?” She
asked heatedly.
“It is no concern of yours, girl,” he replied smoothly as he
brought a hand up to wipe his face clean of her assault. “I suggest you open the door. My patience grows thin.”
“And if I don’t?”
Sephiroth growled, she obviously had no intention of giving
in and he was growing tired of their games.
He was angry now, but for some reason found himself unable to truly harm
her. Anyone else would have been dead
long ago, but she…she was different.
Then it hit him like a smack in the face—he was attracted to
her! He, callous in all things, a
virtual God, was attracted to this slip of a human girl. He cursed himself for ever having messed
with her to begin with. Somehow, he
just couldn’t help himself, though. He
had recognized something unique about her from the moment he laid eyes on her. Her eyes had a fire to them he’d never seen
in a human before, and as he peered into those deep mahogany pools he suddenly
found himself struggling to keep even breaths.
Slowly he lowered her to the ground and loosened his grip on
her. She looked at him a moment,
cautious and bewildered, as he studied her face intently. She really was attractive, her face was
flushed from their struggle and her crimson-tinted eyes glinted in challenge
despite her confusion. Her chest rose
and fell rapidly, and Sephiroth was warring between the urge to flee or pin her
to the ground and fuck her into oblivion.
“What are you doing?” She whispered as he inched closer to
her. Her heart began to pound loudly,
and she suddenly lost all good sense.
If she had been thinking, she would have used the opportunity to get her
blade and make him sorry for attacking her.
Yet the heated gaze he fixed on her was so intense, so powerful that she
simply couldn’t move.
Before she could say another word, his lips descended on to
hers. The kiss was hungry—burning, and
threatened to consume them both. Frantically,
tongues battled for dominance as the heat began to build between them. Sango couldn’t believe it, not two minutes
ago this man was threatening her life, now here she was groping on him like
some brazen whore.
Sephiroth was in much the same state of confusion. What the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t some oversexed teenager, he had a
job to do! Abruptly they pulled away
from one another, each panting heavily and flushed from their interlude.
Angrily, they glared at one another, neither one able to
speak as each did their best to take control of their breathing. It was Sango that broke their silence. “Listen here, pal! I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but if you really
think I’m stupid enough to let you use me to get to the jewel you are sorely
mistaken!” She was angry now that she
really thought about it. Of all the
nerve—how dare he make her want him like that!
All so he could get to that stupid shard.
“What?” Sephiroth
was even more confused now. His brow
furrowed as he tried to process her accusation. He groaned when he realized just how the situation looked. Maybe it was better this way. This girl was trouble, he could see it, and
the last thing he needed was to get mixed up with more trouble. No matter how good it looked in a tight,
black, leather suit. He growled and
tried to shake the latter of his thoughts away before he did anything else he
might regret. “As if I would stoop to taking
some pathetic wench for material gain.”
Sango’s eyes flared indignantly. “You son of bitch,” she hissed.
“You started it!” She couldn’t
even think straight now, she was so angry.
Quickly she brandished a hidden blade and closed the gap between them,
fully intent on making him eat his words.
Pathetic was she? She’d show him
pathetic.
Sephiroth was once again surprised by the woman. Quickly, he side stepped to miss the brunt
of her assault and grabbed a hold of her wrist tightly, squeezing until she had
no choice but to drop her blade.
However, Sango had no intention of giving up so easily. As she dropped her knife she let her body go
slack, effectively knocking him off balance.
When he teetered she took the opportunity to sweep his legs out from
under him, sending him to the ground with a painful thud.
Before he even had a moment to blink the stars from his
vision he found himself flat on his back with the very short sword he’d held
only moments before hovering dangerously, mere inches from his face. His eyes followed the sword to its owner—a
panting demon slayer with her foot pressed tightly to his chest, fixing him
with a particularly menacing glare. Her
face was flushed with anger, and her eyes sparkled in steely challenge. Goddamn she’s beautiful when she gets
angry, he thought.
“Who’s pathetic now?”
She taunted.
Sango could have no idea how unbelievably aroused her
defiance had made him. He could no
longer deny the attraction he felt or the visceral need that was flooding into
his loins. He wanted her, God how he
wanted her, and he was going to have her, even if it meant letting her have her
little victory. It had been a long
time, too long since a female had captured his attention, and this one had so
completely he found his need to have her submit to him, to hear her scream out
his name in pleasured exultation, far outweighed any use he may have had for
the jewel. “Very well,” he breathed,
“you may keep your jewel.”
“W-what?” Well, this
was unexpected. Sango was completely
caught off guard. She had expected more
heated conflict, surely another nasty vocal exchange, but not this. She looked at him incredulously, searching
for any signs of deception and then shook her head as though she were imagining
things. “What did you just say?”
“I said you may keep your shard.”
Sango removed her foot from its uncomfortable position and
stepped back, allowing him to get up from his position on the floor. “Why?”
“I have other interests now,” he replied in a silky voice
that very nearly made her whimper. He
was infuriating, yes, but undeniably attractive, and she found it difficult to
breathe when he set her in his fiery emerald gaze.
“Such as?” She
managed to breathe out.
“You.” The reply was
simple, but the reaction it evoked within her body was not. A torrent of emotions flooded her
senses. Anger, mistrust, intrigue,
desire, need, and most prominently lust all rushed her body and left her
feeling dizzy and heated. “Huh?”
He closed the gap between them, easily ridding her of her
sword and tossing it to the ground. He
was done playing games. He wanted her,
and he was going to make damn sure she wanted him before it was said and
done. Swiftly, he backed her against
the door to her apartment and pinned her lithe body beneath his own. “Sssh.
No more words,” he whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down her
spine. “You want this, I could feel it
in the kiss. You want this as much as I
do.”
He was right. For
too long she had been utterly alone, and she longed for the company of another,
even if it came in the form of a one-night stand. She did want this, and she had no intention of denying herself,
despite the customs of her time. After
all, they weren’t in her time, now were they?!
“All right,” she husked as a playful smirk made its way to her
lips. “You want me, come and get
me.”
With that she slipped out from under him and through the
door before he even realized she had opened it. He found himself smirking as well when she lingered at the
threshold and beckoned him inside with her index finger. Now who was he to deny a lady? He rushed in and kicked the door closed
behind him, capturing her lips in a frenzied kiss as he did. He nibbled her bottom lip, silently asking
for access and she parted her lips for him, allowing his tongue to explore her.
The heat between them was building to deliciously insane
levels, and Sephiroth wasn’t sure just how long he could devote to
foreplay. Quickly, his hands snaked
down to grip her hips, and he hauled her up effortlessly, spreading her legs
and wrapping them tightly around his own hips.
Sango gasped as he backed her against the wall and thrust his clothed
erection against her core. “Do you feel
that woman?” He asked huskily as he thrust again, even harder. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you senseless.”
“Please,” she breathed out in a half moan.
“Please what?” He
asked in a commanding tone as he moved one hand to cup her breast under her
shirt and pinch her stiffening nipple.
He thrust again, harder still to emphasize his point—assert his
dominance.
“Oh, God…p-please…FUCK ME!”
He smirked proudly.
“As you wish.” With that he wasted no time in moving to the floor,
ridding her of her clothing, and covering her lithe body in fiery kisses. He trailed from her neck down to each
breast, sucking and kneading them until her nipples were painfully erect. Sango arched into his touch, panting heavily
and doing her best to remove his clothing as well. Never in her life had she experienced something so intense. The need and pure desire she felt in his
touch left her utterly breathless, and she found herself writhing helplessly
against him, desperate to relieve the ache building within her.
Sephiroth groaned as she inadvertently rubbed against his
aching erection. Seeing his response
made Sango slightly bolder then and she deftly slipped her hand in between them
and freed his throbbing manhood. She
gripped it firmly and elicited a hiss of pleasure from the man above her.
“God, you make me crazy,” he breathed as he quickly rid
himself of the remainder of his clothing and positioned himself between her
toned legs. He gripped her thighs
roughly and placed the head of his member at the entrance of her of her slick,
wet warmth. Their eyes locked, and
Sango moaned loudly as he slid his 11-inch cock into her searing heat until he
was buried inside her to the hilt.
Wasting no time, he pinned her arms to the ground with his hands and
began pumping in and out of her in long, hard thrusts.
Sango cried out unintelligibly as his movements picked up in
speed. Perspiration formed on her brow
as she tried desperately to keep up with his maddening pace. “Oh, oh, oh…”
Sephiroth was nearly mindless with need as he continually
thrust deeper, harder, and faster into her moist channel. “God, you’re so tight,” he moaned as he
slammed into her with new force. He
could feel her muscles pulling hungrily on his pulsating shaft and knew that he
couldn’t last much longer, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to get his release
until she had hers.
Suddenly, and without warning, he pulled out from her
opening and flipped her onto her stomach.
Sango was about to protest when she felt him pull her onto her hands and
knees. He penetrated her again,
roughly, and Sango let out a primal groan.
Sephiroth smirked in smug satisfaction as her gasps and
moans began to rise in pitch and intensity.
He gripped her hips tight enough to bruise as he threw himself into her
with fierce, animalistic thrusts.
“That’s right, bitch. Scream for
me,” he panted out.
Normally, she would have been offended by his choice of
names, but the new position was driving all sense from her mind, and oddly
enough, his language—no, his domination, only turned her on even
more. She was completely submissive to
him now, and it left them both excited beyond all rationality. “Oh…God…Please,” she cried. “Harder!
Please, more!”
Sephiroth nearly lost it when he heard her beg for
more. Quickly, he grabbed a fistful of
her long dark hair and yanked her back against his muscled chest as he slammed
in and out of her dripping pussy with all the force he could muster. He gripped her breasts and kneaded them
roughly as he drove his hard cock in and out of her mercilessly, almost
violently. “Come, damn you,” he
snarled. “Fucking come all over me!”
As if the sensation of his engorged length plunging in and
out of her wasn’t enough, his words and the feel of his hands on her breasts
completely did it for Sango. An
exquisite fire swept through her veins, and her muscles locked around him as
she came with a shriek, pulling Sephiroth over the edge with her. He shuddered and roared in his release,
flooding her passage with spurts of his hot seed as she called out to him—both
riding out the ebbing tide of the passion that had consumed them.
Sephiroth withdrew his flaccid shaft and both collapsed,
panting and utterly spent. Moments
later, they drifted off into a pleasant, and well deserved slumber in each
other’s arms, both knowing that no matter what happened with jewel shards and
time portals, the slayer wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon.
********
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