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M.I.A	By : Maddiesan Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Kouga/Kagome Views: 4873 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
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A/N: AN UPDATE ON TIME OMG.
M.I.A
Chapter 10: Oh, What a Night
Two men.
She had fucked two men in the past two days and it had done nothing. It had not even come close to extinguishing the fire burning in her loins. Whatever Kouga had done, however he had touched her, it had lite a fire inside of her and she could not even deal with it. Instead, she was forced to spend her days bothered by it. She wanted warmth, she wanted his touch - and it enraged her. He had taunted her, he had made fun of her, telling her she would be begging for him. She had said no, but now? She was not so sure she could have turned him down. What was it about him that he could satisfy this craving that nobody else could?
She did not want it to be him.
She did not want him to be the one to please her.
She groaned loudly as she buried her head under her blankets. At least she did not have to get out of the house today. It was Saturday and she could remain home. Every time she stepped outside in the streets, she feared that she might run into him. Every time she turned a corner she thought she would smack into him. It was not good, it was not healthy. She could not live her life like this forever. She needed to see him leave, she needed to see him return to the life he had before. And she did not want him dwelling on Ginta and his family. Ginta had probably been better than him and he had probably wanted a family.
Kouga did not want that life. Kouga could not handle that life.
He could barely take care of himself. He could not sacrifice himself to take care of another life.
"MOMMY!"
And her moment of thinking and pondering was over. It was probably best that way. She should not be allowed to think - it stressed her and she had bad coping mechanisms when it came to stress.
"Hey pumpkin," she said as she pulled her head out of the blankets.
"Grandma said mommy sleeping. She said Haru, can't wake mommy."
She laughed; and he had woken her up anyways. Sometimes she wondered if he felt her slipping away, if he was afraid she might leave because she was so unstable. If he was anything like his father, he could sense her and maybe, although unconsciously, he could feel her emotions through him. Usually, whenever she felt down, he would show up. He really was the only thing keeping her grounded. If she lost him, she would lose herself forever. At least there was one good thing that came out of Kouga and the mess he left behind in her life.
"It's okay, mommy overslept." Mommy was not getting a wink of sleep and it was taking a toll on her. "Did you eat?"
He nodded. "Grandma make eggs!"
She smiled. "That's good. Do you know if she made any for mommy?"
He shook his head. "Just for Haru."
Kagome raised a hand and began ruffling his hair. "Well, aren't you lucky."
"I make eggs!"
She bursted out laughing. "I think I'm going to help you with that."
Before her sentence was even finished, he was already jumping off the bed and rushing downstairs. His speed was something else he had seemed to get from his father. Although, those were not things she enjoyed dwelling upon usually. Every time he got older, every time he learned to do something, she saw glimpse of Kouga in him. She wondered if he would look like him when he would be older. He probably would. And one day he would have questions and she would have no answers for him. If she ever told him, he might go looking for him and she could not afford her son turning out like him - or even like her.
She let her legs dangle over the bed for a moment, a familiar tremble going through her body. Withdrawal. She had not drank in over two days. She had only let herself indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. She knew she had to be better for her son and now he needed her to be more alert than ever. It was impossible for her to quit everything. It brought back too much pain and - and it was the way she was shown how to cope with bad things that happened to her. However, between the two, she picked the lesser evil. She could do less damage sleeping with random men than she could drinking herself away.
At least she would be sober, she would have a full head and she would be able to make better decisions. There was a part of her that knew that eventually, Kouga would come sniffing around. From their latest interaction, she could tell that he was not done with her. He would come for her again, until he got what he wanted. Unfortunately for her, she had a feeling what he wanted was her. He wanted to fuck her brains out. He might have pointed out that it was never as good with the others as it was with him but he forgot to mention one thing; it clearly was not as good for him either.
Why else would he come after her? He had chased her away, he had kicked her out and now? Now, he was stalking her, he was touching her and she knew he wanted her.
Then why break her down? Why make her leave?
Then again, it had probably been the best thing. If she had stayed, he would have found out about the pregnancy and it would have all spiralled down. Her life was better now.
"Mommy! Where are you!"
"Coming!" she shouted back as she finally got up from the bed.
There was no sense dwelling on the past. She had no control over her life, and she knew it very well.
It scared her.
-M-
"Mommy, look!"
"I see you. Please be careful!"
She knew her son was stronger than most and he could handle quite a few injuries. Actually, she barely could remember him getting a scratch. It did ease her worries as a mother but it did not mean that she wanted him to recklessly throw himself at everything around him. Also, she did not need him attracting unnecessary attraction. What if he fell from really high, everyone saw it, and he got up without a scratch? People would begin to wonder and she had enough problem as it was. She did not need anyone investigating her family or taking her son away. It was during moments like these that she understood why Kouga hid himself away from everyone.
It was complicated to not be human nowadays.
"I will."
"Adventurous little kid."
Her blood froze and her hands crisped by her sides. They were too many people for her to make a scene and again, she did not want the attention on herself. She tried to breathe out, hoping it might slow down her racing heart. She had tried to be on the high alert but she had no found him. She knew he had to be watching but - when her son had asked her to go to the park… what was she supposed to say? You can't go because your father might be stalking me. It was not quite a topic of conversation she could have with Haru.
A children's playground was not somewhere he could lurk. He could not stay by the trees and watch or some parents might come up to him and ask him what he was doing there. She had chosen a place that made him quite uncomfortable for him to keep an eye on her. Then again, why did he need to keep an eye on her? He had to. She was everywhere and he wanted a taste. Plus, he was fucking upset and he knew if he could just get those legs around him, he would feel better. Although, if he got those legs around him, it would make it even harder to leave and it was already nearly damn impossible
"Leave," she whispered between tight lips.
Instead of listening to her, he sat down beside her and watched the children play. Ginta had some of those. And apparently they did not turn out to be complete fuck ups. He did not even know how that was a possibility and yet it was. He could not take care of a child. He would wreck it, he would break it and it would turn out worse than him. His life was meant to be life alone. Of course, that plan would have been better executed if he had not put his fucking mark on her stupid neck. Now he was like a dog on a leash, tied to her and it was driving him absolutely insane. It was not enough. Nothing was ever enough.
"I don't want you around him."
"Why not?"
Because you're a fuck up, because you're his father. But she could not say any of that. She feared that if he stayed long enough, he might see it. He was too blinded now to notice it. They resembled each other. The eyes, the hair. He had to know she would be smart enough to hide his heritage. But it never even crossed his mind that he could be his. He probably did not even know how old he was. That was good. She did not want him to know anything about Haru and she did not want him to connect the dots. She wanted him to stay stupid and ignorant. And she wanted him to stay away.
"Because you're dangerous."
He was after her and he would wreck chaos on his way if he had to - she had seen it. He was a much colder version of who he used to be.
He was indeed dangerous. Because he wanted her, because he needed her. All that because he sunk his fangs in her pretty little neck. That and probably left over feelings from centuries ago. She was the last person he had a chance to love. After that, the whole world turned to shit and he got stuck on her. Life hated him and life was punishing him. It was fine, he could handle it. It was why he fucked, it was why he drank. Although, her he could not handle. And she was right, he was probably dangerous around her child. A child she had with someone else while being mated to him. Still, the facts were there. She had that child with some guy. He was a bastard.
In old times, he would not raise another's man cub. Then again, back then, he would have done anything for her. Heck, he probably would have taken her in even if she had been pregnant with Inuyasha's pup.
But that was a different time and a different him.
Plus, he did not want her right? He just wanted to fuck her. He wanted to get her out of his head long enough for him to bolt away. It was the plan anyway.
"Why, you don't want him to find out what his mommy is?"
No. She never wanted him to know how broken and damaged she was. It took her everything to put up a facade in front of him and she would not let Kouga tear down her hard work.
"What I do with my son and how I raised him doesn't concern you."
"Does he know he's a bastard?" He loved pushing her buttons, he loved it when her nostrils flared. It was by angering her that they had the mindblowing sex. It was when he pushed her to her limit that it was the best. "Does his father even want him?"
No. His father did not want him and it made her happy.
"Mommy?"
She held her breath, panic flashing through her eyes as her son approached them. No, no, no. He had already been close to him once and that was already too much. She did not need them side by side another time. Her throat clamped up, sweat began to build on her forehead and it took everything she had for her to not grab her son and run away as far as possible. She wanted to puke and her guts were twisted as though someone was stabbing her in the stomach. Oh god - how was she supposed to escape this nightmare?
She liked her dry lips and offered her son a smile, ignoring the way her mouth felt like cotton. "Hey pumpkin, is something wrong?"
He shook his head. He had seen his mother talk to a man he had seen before. Last time, his mother had been afraid and now, she did not feel good - he could tell.
"Why don't you go back and play?" If she could not run away, she would send him away. He was safer over there than he was by her side.
But Haru barely registered her words - instead, he shifted his focus and looked at Kouga. At first, the older man was not looking at him but when he felt the tiny pair of eyes on his person, he turned to meet his glance. Kagome gulped a little too loud as they looked at each other. He would feel it, he would feel the pull or he would feel that something was not quite right. She could not breathe - she would choke, right here on this bench and she would die. She could not hear anything, not the sounds of the other children playing, not the sound of her own heart pumping blood at an alarming rate. She was deaf.
"Who are you?"
Kouga almost scoffed. For a little boy, he was not easily scare. Kouga did not exactly give out a friendly vibe and usually people avoided his path. This kid did not even care.
"Who are you?" he returned the question without answering.
"Haru. You?"
"Kouga." He did not know how to be around kids - he did not know how to talk to kids. He did not even want to be around them; it made him uncomfortable.
"Haru, go play." Her voice was shaking and trembling. Kouga had to know by now that she was absolutely nervous. Hopefully he would not figure out what was putting her in such a state. For her, it was terrifying. Seeing them side by side brought out too much similarities and she feared the truth might come out.
The kid looked like Kagome. Except for the lighter hair. He had blue eyes like her. "Where's your father?"
Asshole. Why would he ask a kid that? Why would he put a kid through that by asking such a disgusting question? He had figured out by now that she was no longer with the father of her child and yet, he decided to make the situation worse; he decided to make her son suffer. He was not his play thing to torture. His current actions were only proving that she was right about him; he was not fit to be a father. He only spread pain and desperation everywhere. He would ruin Haru like he had ruined her. Tears of rage formed in her eyes and she glared at him.
"Mommy said he was gone."
He had asked about his papa once. It happened when he saw his little friends had a dad. And she had answered the best she could. Kouga was in the process of screwing it all up and she would not let him.
"Haru, go play," her voice was no longer loving and kind. She needed him to leave - she would deal with the repercussions of her actions later. She needed him away. Her chest was constricted, she could not breathe; she was about to have a panic attack if Kouga remained by her son's side this long.
He would see. He would know.
And then what would she do?
"Mommy?"
Her aura was intolerable. Kouga wanted to almost get away from her because of how crushing it was. He had never seen her this anxious, this nervous before. Her emotions had not even been this much of a wreck when he had chased her out of his house. What in the world? He was not going to kill the fucking kid. He was trying to annoy her and it was working but - despite his lack of soul, he was not going to walk up to her kid and snap his neck. He was just trying to get under her skin. He could not get a moment of peace and he did not want her to get one either.
Her bottom lip trembled and she did the only thing she was able to do; she panicked. She hopped to her feet and without thinking twice, she repeated her actions of the other day. She grabbed her son in her arms, safely tucking him against her and she began walking away as fast as she could. Her only protection was the many people surrounding them. She knew he did not like to bring attention upon himself; he would never follow her to the shrine, at least not know. She had a moment to get her son away from him and a moment to collect herself.
Although, she knew he would be coming for a visit later. It was okay, she would be prepared then and her son would not be in the middle of the crossfire.
Once he came for her again, she would be ready.
-M-
Haru was fast asleep, barely affected by the events that had happened earlier. It helped that he was young and she had done her best to dodge all the questions that arose. After a good meal and a good bedtime story, he had fallen asleep. Meanwhile, she had been forced to endure his nagging presence. He was not hiding himself; he wanted her to feel him. He wanted her to know he was lurking around. She was his prey and he was a deadly predator. She had almost enjoyed that when they had been fucking. She did not enjoy it anymore.
She knew exactly where he was; he was by the well house.
It was probably best to meet him there. That way it put some distance between him and the house - between him and Haru. Her entire body was trembling as she headed for the door. She barely registered that her mother said something to her. She ignored it, and instead she kept on walking away. Once she reached the outside, she felt the cold wind on her face and goosebumps emerged on her skin. She needed that; her skin was on fire. She crossed her arms in front of her chest as she made the dreaded walk to the well house.
She imagined he would be drunk.
It was already a surprise that he was sober at the park. When was the last time she had seen Kouga sober? It only happened for brief moments. Maybe he did not have any money left for alcohol. After all, he was not a very rich man and he had been staying in Japan for quite a while now. Hopefully that would also push him to leave. That and her giving him what he wanted. She would not anything for him to leave. If he kept staying, if he kept on torturing her, she feared she might return to habits she was trying to discard. She had to be a good mother for her son and he was ruining that. Did he not understand that Haru needed at least one decent parent?
She could not completely fuck him up.
"Why are you here?"
She could not see him but she knew he was right there, laying against the side of the well house.
"Why do you keep coming back?" She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream. She was so frustrated that it was bubbling inside of her and she had no outlet for it. He was messing with her mind, he was slowly driving her to insanity. Why did he enjoy torturing her? What was he getting out of it?
Her instincts were right; he was there. Except, he was done being calm, he was done being civilized. Before she could take her next intake of air, he zoomed in front of her. There was a loud bang as he pushed her against the well house, the wood of the walls creaking under the unexpected pressure. He had one hand on her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh while his other hand went up to her neck. He was not squeezing, he was not applying pressure; he was just holding her. His body was near hers, never pressing, never touching. Because he disliked being touched. She was already hot, her core wet, awaiting his entrance.
But she did not want that.
"I want you."
He did not. He should not. She was too close, they had been touching too much, especially the previous time he found himself tangled with her and he did not want to want her. But maybe, if he had a taste. Maybe he could find the strength to walk away.
"You threw me out."
"And now I want to fuck you."
"And I don't want to." Her voice was shaky as she spoke and even she could hear the lie. Maybe her mind was against it but her body was craving him. Him, the only one who could make her orgasm, the only one who could send her into throes of passion.
"I think you do."
He let his hand slid down until he reached them hem of her purple skirt. His fingers worked their way up until he touched her already damped underwear. He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest. He inserted one finger past the lacy material and before she could move, he had inserted one digit inside her awaiting cunt.
"Feels like you do anyways," he added, his hand still on her throat.
She did not want to moan, she did not want to enjoy the feeling - and yet, she buckled her hips against his finger. The finger was not what she wanted - and it was not enough. Her legs were wobbly as the sensations were filled with promises.
"If I let you fuck me, you'll leave?"
She wanted him gone and it enraged him - but he could not blame her. It was better if she hated him, it would give him motivation to leave. "Yeah," he whispered back.
"Then fuck me."
She reached for the buckle of his pants and slowly began undoing it. She knew he did not like to be touched, but that hardly applied to undressing him. She got rid of the belt and worked her way to the button and the zipper. It was insane to do this here; they were outside, where anyone could see. It was a good thing it was dark and the shrine was so up high but it did not save them. Although, she did not think Kouga cared about any of that. He was too busy finger fucking her. It was hard to keep her mind straight as she fumbled with his pants, but she managed to set him loose.
Carefully, he slid his finger out of her and she moaned at the emptiness inside of her. All he did was lower his boxer and pants to free his cock from the constraints. They were outside. He was not about to get naked. "Keep your hands away," he warned with a growl. He preferred warning her in case she forgot.
"What if I wanna burn you?"
He did not answer.
He was dying to feel the pain, especially considering the hell he had been living in these past few days. It was tempting. But he chose to remain quiet; he wanted to see what she would do out of her own free will.
Kouga grabbed her underwear and snapped them off of her body. She winced in pain while he discarded them on the ground. He riled her skirt up enough to give himself access and then, without a warning, he plunged himself into her awaiting cunt. She was stretched, she was thrusted into like she had not been since he last fucked her. She moaned loudly, breathless as he rapidly slid in and out of her. Her legs were threatening to give up as he pushed and pushed, hitting that fucking spot over and over again. She was dying to grip at his hair, to touch him, to just - anything, but she was frozen in place.
He licked her earlobe, his breath warm and thick as he whispered in her ear. "Do they make you feel like this? Do they fuck you like I fuck you?" Jealousy was pumping through his blood and he wanted to own her. He did not want anybody to be allowed inside of her, he did not want anyone tasting what was his.
He slowed his thrust, torturing her as he nearly pulled out, leaving nothing but the tip in, and then shoved himself back inside. "Do they?" he was dominant, he was demanding. And she was falling apart beneath him.
"No," she answered, her breath caught in her throat. No they did not. She could not come, she could never be pleased. But him, one thrust and she wanted to squeeze and orgasm all around his cock. His fingers were leaving bruises on the side of her hip and she did not care. She wanted more.
"Good girl," he said as he bent forward and licked the side of her neck. He could feel the mark beneath his tongue but he ignored it. He was having what was his and his cock was pulsing inside of her and he wanted to empty himself inside of her. He wanted to fill her, he wanted to coat her with his scent so that all the other men would know who she belonged to - he wanted to ruin her for everyone.
He did not know that he already had.
Her legs were itching to wrap themselves around his waist but he was so peculiar - but she wanted him deeper inside. She panted, leaning her head forward, her sweaty forehead pressed against his. Why was he the only one who could make her feel good? Why was he the only one who could stretch her like this? Her wet walls tightened around his erection and she heard him moan. He should feel the pain that she was feeling. He needed to be more tortured, he needed to pay for making her life a living hell. She did not think twice as she pressed her palms against his chest, a bright pink light surrounding her fingers.
This time he groaned louder - a lot louder.
She let her powers flow through her as she slowly burned at his skin. It allowed her to let go of some of the rage she had been holding on to for years. All the pain she felt cause of him, all the suffering he inflicted on her life; she let it all go through her fingers. She was freeing herself from a part of the burden she had been carrying around since she left his house. But the pain she was giving him did nothing to stop him. He was still mercilessly pounding her, her ass knocking loudly against the wood wall of the well house. She relished every inch of pain, every twinge of suffering she felt from the hits.
It felt good, to touch him. She could not touch him without giving him pain and she decided to take advantage of it. She slid her hands down, burning through his shirt, burning through his skin and she only stopped when she reached his waist. He tried to recoil from her, he tried to push his body away but his mind was ordering it to stay where it was. He could feel blood rising to the surface as she never even faltered - her power remained strong through and through. He could feel her hatred for him through her fingers.
And he deserved that.
Before, she hurt him because he asked her to - now she was hurting him because she wanted to do it. And it felt even better.
He felt himself swell inside of her as she constricted around him. Every time he tried to pull out of her, she sucked him back in. She was panting by his ear, her soft fingers burning him away. And he wanted more, and he wanted more.
Kagome was lost in the moment, her juices spilling down her legs, her moans filling the silence of the night. It was not until she felt a pulsing inside of her - a familiar one - that she panicked. Ohmygod. She had slept with a lot of men since he had turned her away and there was one thing she had never forgotten; a condom. And now, she was being a fucking idiot. This was the man who had left her alone with a child, and she was fucking him bare. His presence was intoxicating enough for her to forget. The need for him, for his cock was so overwhelming that she had forgotten to not be a fucking moron.
"Stop," she whispered, the light around her fingers dying out.
He shook his head. "I'm not done with you."
"Stop," she tried again. She could not say the words she wanted to scream but he was enraging her. She tried to push against his chest but he would not have it. How was she supposed to focus when she was so close to an orgasm? The worries, the concerns; it did nothing to lessen the build up inside of her. Her toes curled, her head was thrown backwards and she tried to hold it back - but she failed.
She screamed his name, she twisted her body, she arched her back, and she came. He pulsed inside of her, his cock unable to hold back after finally being inside of her for so long. He wanted to empty himself inside of her - he needed to do it. It happened in the matter of seconds; Kagome felt him ready to explode inside of her and she panicked. She let her power surge out of her, full strength, and she pushed him as far from her as she could. He did not land far from her, but her powers formed a faint pink aura around the vicinity. She landed on her ass while his release spurted on her leg while he fell not far from her.
She panted out, watching him while he looked at her with red eyes. It was not how he had expected this to finish. His cock was throbbing and his head was swirling while the fire on his chest was slowly dying out. He breathed out, scrambling to his feet. It took him a moment before he was steady on his own two legs, her surge of power knocking the air out of him. He knew she had wanted to hurt him but he did not know she had that amount of power. He could still feel the prickles of pain traveling on his skin. It had extended far.
"What the fuck?" he answered, tucking his cock back into his pants. He had gone from finding nirvana to a pure rage.
She pulled down on her skirt, using the wall to hold herself; her legs were not steady enough to support her yet. "You can't cum inside."
"What?"
"Kagome!"
At the sound of her mother's panic voice, Kagome's heart stopped beating. She turned her head to the left and saw her mother running in her direction. What she saw froze her blood like ice. Her mother was running with Haru tucked in her arms. Once she reached Kagome and Kouga, she dropped to her knees, showing the boy to Kagome. The skin on his body was lightly red, as though it had been burned.
"He woke up screaming - and then, it was like he was burning."
Tears formed in her eyes and she dropped to her knees. Oh god, she was a horrible mother. She had tried to push Kouga away, she had tried to - get him off her. And - and she had hurt her son with her own fucking power. Oh my god. She gently caressed Haru's hair, trying to soothe his pain away.
"Mommy, it hurts."
"I know baby, I'm so sorry. Mommy is so sorry."
"What happened?" Miyu asked, her own eyes glistening.
"I- I burned him."
Kouga stood there, pale, confusing dancing upon his features. She had burned her son? How could she have burned her son? She was a miko - he had to be holy as well… The only way her powers would affect him was if he had youkai blood and…
He stared at her. He stared at the brown hair, blue eyed boy.
No.
Nope.
"Kagome."
But she was not focused on him. She was letting the tears slide down her cheeks as guilt took hold of her. How could she do this to him? "Not now."
"Kagome."
"I said not now," she yelled.
Blood kept draining from his face and he wanted to wake up from this nightmare because this was not happening. Everything around him was numbed, and he wanted to be somewhere else because this was not reality. This was not his life. It was not possible - it was not.
Fuck.
-M-
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