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Love\'s Consequences	By : Sylean Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Naraku/Kagome Views: 10437 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Love's Consequences
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor do I make any profit from this story.
Warning: Spoiler alerts! Just make sure you've seen the whole series, Final Act and Movies included, for I touch upon pretty much everything at one point or another.
Chapter 11: Era of Peculiarity
Warning: Lemon in this chapter! Also, mention of illegal actions that I in no way condone. Adult themes!
She should have known better; she really should have seen this coming. It was hard enough to get him through her house without asking a hundred questions about the most mundane things, but now, she had just exposed him to the entirety of this world. It was like taking care of a toddler who constantly asked, "Why, why, why?" after every question. She understood he just wanted to learn, she couldn't fault him for it, but for once it was her wishing for silence. Maybe she should imbue one of gramps sutras with her powers and cover his mouth like duct tape. It would only be for five minutes; surely he wouldn't find any offense in that, right? Who was she kidding, that would not go over any better than attaching a leash to Inuyasha's rosary would have. She giggled at the mental images. At least Naraku was blending in and very well behaved. A few questions were no big deal. She held tighter to his arm as they walked down the sidewalk. He went through so much just to come here with her, for that, she was beyond grateful enough to answer a few curiosities.
"What are these 'groceries' your mother wishes us to retrieve?" Naraku inquired of the foreign term. She smiled before explaining how humans made their living in this time, how some were farmers and how storeowners bought produce to resell it to the rest of the population. Automobiles are used to transport goods long distances and, along with ships and airplanes, have made it so humans can spread to every corner of the world. Some had even walked on the moon, a feat she would have to provide proof of when they got home due to his skepticism on the matter. That was it; she knew how to keep him occupied now! There was one sure way for even Naraku to not run out of things to learn, and in doing so, she could have time to get done what she needed to do. It was a perfect plan.
Naraku pondered over how peculiar it was for humans to have completely taken over like this. What could have happened to cause this result? He sensed no demons, explaining why Kagome thought they had gone extinct, but every now and then, he'd get a twinge of awareness, like a residual aura left behind. They were here, somewhere, but even his senses could not tell where. The alleyway just before Kagome turned into a store, there was something about it, and he nearly pulled her along to check it out. But what if there were demons there; demons powerful enough to hide from him, or even possibly stronger than he had become. In the past, he had few equals, only one he even thought capable of doing him any real harm, but here, after 500 years, there was no telling how his strength would measure up. He could not go looking for a fight and put her in danger. He would return later to investigate.
He followed her into the store and as well as things he recognized, like fresh fruits, vegetables, and meats, there were also colorful shiny containers with images on them. They smelled fake, like they weren't even food. He was now far more silent, pondering the lingering feeling from the alley, and followed without errant questions. The only demon he knew for sure existed here, was himself, his future self, as Mrs. Higurashi had told them. Were there any others? Had he maintained enough power to ensure there were none stronger? Did he still have enemies? How many had survived this long? Kagome quickly gathered what her mother had asked for, and they began walking back towards the shrine. His mind stayed abuzz as the two females put in much effort to throw together a meal. He barely registered when the table was set. He didn't need food, the mass of demonic energy within him could sustain his body, but food would not harm him either. Kagome watched him as if she was waiting; he would eat her cooking if that was what she wished. Surprisingly, he found it exploding in flavor, and especially liked the spicy dish called curry. She appeared highly pleased by this, but he knew not why.
(A/N: Inuyasha hated curry and berated her for making it.)
After evading a groping, handsy demon that tried to pull her into the shower with him, Kagome was now ready to sleep, dressed in her baby blue pajamas with the cat face on the top. Ironic how even though they covered more skin than her uniform, were considered indecent to wear in public. Arms stretched overhead as she sat on the edge of her bed, she took note of her love sitting against the wall, one knee raised with his arm resting across it. His focus was glued to another book. She tipped her head upside-down to spy the title, "Innovative inventions that changed mankind." It seemed there wasn't a topic that could bore him; he soaked up every piece of information he could get his hands on. When the books ran out, she would present her grand solution to his thirst for knowledge.
"Are you planning on just siting there and reading all night?" she asked knowing he didn't really need sleep. Even back in the feudal era, he only ever rested with her, never fell asleep, or she'd never caught him sleeping at least.
"I intend to go check on something I felt today," he turned the page.
"Something you felt?" she cocked her head at the term. "Okay, I'll come with you."
"No," he declined calmly. Last thing he needed was to get her worked up over this. "There is no need for you to accompany me. You will stay."
"Excuse me," she was standing, her aura suddenly harsh and demanding as it thrashed around her. "I do what you say in the past, but in this time, in my time, you listen to me. I'm coming with."
He could not argue without divulging his concerns, so decided to bring her with. Perhaps her knowledge would prove useful in this unfamiliar place. He would abscond with her at the first sign of danger, down the well in necessary. Standing, he set the book down. "Very well, let's go," he headed for the door.
"No," he turned to look at her. Hadn't she just insisted on coming? "We, need to go out the window; my mom doesn't like me being out late." His raised eyebrow spoke all she needed to know. "I know, I know, I'm out for nights at a time there, but at home…" he shrugged, picked her up and was out the window within a few seconds. The flight through the night sky was covered quickly. "Where are we going anyways?"
He touched down just inside that alley so they would not be seen, "Something about this area calls to me."
"Calls to you?" she repeated as her feet touched ground.
"It feels like a trap," he clarified; a feeling very similar to when he would set up a trap, in fact.
She gripped his arm tighter; he could smell her fear. "It, it's nothing you can't handle, right?" she requested reassurance. Honestly, he had no idea what he would find. The pull was getting stronger, too strong. In the past, he would have avoided such a presence until having complete knowledge of whom it belonged to, but he was not given that luxury here. This being may very well be stronger than him, and if not dealt with, may come after him. There was a chance Kagome, and her family, could get hurt in the fight; he needed to deal with this now.
"No harm will come to you," he did not let onto his true thoughts, but she was too nervous to detect his evasion.
The alley was unusually long, wide enough to be driven, and it curved a few times until it broke into an impasse. Kagome saw what looked like the back door to an establishment, like a nightclub of sorts, with a pair of large, burly men blocking the door and a very expensive looking black car parked a few feet away.
"I didn't even know this was here," she whispered to him as they peered around the corner so as not to be seen. "It's a hole in the wall."
"Hole in the wall?" he repeated as a question. She used many terms he had yet to learn.
"It means a hidden, suspicious place. 'Spider's Nest,' " she read the sign above the back door, not neon lights, but not painted either. It was like the words glowed with a strange, eerie quality of their own, similar to how she could feel demonic energy. She wondered if normal people were even able to see it. "They aren't trying to hide that either." She referred to the devious looking nature of the building. The guards though, they were only human. Without warning, Naraku moved to advance further. "Where are you going?" she tried to stop his strides, but had no effect. "We can't go in there."
"Why not?" he stopped before they were seen by the pathetic sight of the human guards; keeping their voices low so as not to be detected.
"Places like that are for ages 21 and over," she explained. "I know you're older than that, but I'm not. People aren't legally allowed to drink alcohol until 21. And besides, I'm still in just pajamas, sleep clothes." Surely he wouldn't want anyone else to see her like this. A wave of his hand and her appearance shimmered in the dark nook of the ally, only to settle on an evening gown he had seen in one of her magazines. Her legs showed as they often did, but instead of the white and green, he selected red and black, adding a little detailing that looked like silver spider webs that trailed up one side.
"It's beautiful," her awed expression finally gave way to words when she remembered why he cast an illusion, "but- they won't let us in." She pointed to the guards, or rather bouncers.
"You doubt my abilities?" Naraku inquired again pulling her along.
"You can't just beat them up; they are just doing their job," she insisted in a hushed whisper. Now the men caught sight of them.
"Hey you, what are you doing back here?" the larger man yelled. Naraku still held his human disguise, appearing a young boy.
"I will not harm those humans," he promised before she saw his eyes glow a brilliant red and the men step aside, even opening the door for them. Of course, she forgot about his mind control tendencies.
"But, Naraku," she whined, trying to find another excuse and still resisting. What if someone saw her, someone who knew her? Or if some guy hit on her and Naraku lost his temper and killed him? Going in here was just asking for trouble. He led her down a long, dark corridor, and when it opened up, the culture shock of the scene had Naraku stopping dead in his tracks. So much was going on, he wasn't sure where to turn his attention first. He scanned the space, taking note of the how the flashing lights gave the illusion that the humans writhing in the center of the room could teleport in space. The sound, which had been gaining in volume as they approached, was numbing his ears, dulling his senses lest they ring. Large "screens" showed more humans doing what looked to be a strange fighting routine, all in sync, but with no damage being dealt. Others were crowding, nearly trampling each other in a mad frenzy to get to an elongated table that smelled heavily of alcohol, and suspended from the ceiling, were cages with all but naked females twisting their bodies in obviously suggestive manners. Perhaps they were sex slaves, it was an odd way to advertise such.
"What is this place?" was all he could get out through the sensory overload. It felt heavily of sex and malicious intent and he saw one such potently vile individual slip a small white object into a glass of sake before handing it to a woman.
"Can we go now?" Kagome had to nearly yell just to hear her own voice. "You saw it, let's go."
"Not yet," he countered, this time into her mind, so they didn't need to yell. There was still something keeping him here, something drawing him deeper, something familiar in this beyond foreign place. "Explain."
"It's a night club, where humans go for entertainment," she thought to him through the physical contact link he had on her arm. "Dancing, drinking, and… other stuff." Her knowledge flowed to him with ease, and he could now see clearly why her uniform was considered conservative.
Looking around the establishment, skirting around the "dance floor" they found several doors leading into private rooms. The pull was strongest right here, at this specific, empty room; there was nothing inside. What he originally thought was a trap, was turning out to be nothing more than a lure towards sinful activities if the scent within was any indication. The energy was turning out to be no threat, and he had a suspicion as to who set this scene, too. If he was correct, as he nearly always was, there was nothing to worry over. Kagome tugged on his arm to get his attention, "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Yes, it is nothing harmful," their telepathic exchange calmed her. The music changed again, as he noted it did every 3-5 minutes, but this time it was slower, sensual. Was this supposed to be a hint?
"Well, that's a relief," Kagome's posture relaxed. "Dance with me?"
"What?" she had a knack for throwing him off with her unpredictable actions and requests.
"Hey, you dragged me in here," she reminded.
"You insisted on coming with me," he recapped right back.
She let her breath blow her bangs out of her face, not about to relent, "The least you can do is one dance with me." He wasn't sure what it was, some long-buried instinct, blurred by the many demons he consumed and absorbed, but something in him really did want to dance for her. It would cause no harm, no one knew him here; no one would be able to use it against him. Watching the flashing lights on the walls, things she called TV screens, he took note of what she thought of as dancing. The steps were odd to him, but not impossible. A smirk graced his face as he took hold of her and spun her effortlessly onto the floor. People parted for them and those that did not where influenced to do so. Her surprise soon gave way to glee, trying her hardest to match his suddenly expert moves. Where did he learn this; damn he was good! She caught on when she felt his aura helping her keep her balance with that ethereal, weightless quality he seemed to possess. His hands held her steady, guiding her around the room in sweeping arcs. Her eyes only left his when he would spin her away then pull her right back. It felt like a fairy tale; never in a million years would she have pictured herself here, like this.
The song ended all too soon, but instead of stopping, he gripped her tighter when the next, and faster, song continued to play. Emboldened by his unexpected interest in a normal activity, something that didn't involve hurting people or twisting their minds, she enlivened her vigor; daring to move in ways she never dared to try before. She so badly wanted to impress and please him, but compared to the other women here, she was being mild. She pressed herself against him and twisted her hips in a circle, seeing the results immediately as the iris of his eyes glowed red in the dim lighting and a low rumble vibrated straight through to her core. Daringly, she turned herself around, her back against his chest and throwing her arms up and around his neck before lowering herself slowly. Bending over, she used a hand on the floor for balance, and grinded her rear-end back up his body. His hands gripped her hips tightly against his straining erection, showing her just how much of a tease she was being. They both relished it; this was turning out to be a very good idea.
The more he moved, the hotter his body got, and not due to physical exertion either; it was making him want her, badly. The erotic movement of her body against his only heightened this sensation. He didn't think he'd ever felt this primal towards her; something about this was triggering something deep within his blood. He would have her tonight, even if it had to be in the alleyway they used to get here. He had a gist now, of why he was being lured to that room, and it only cemented his theory. All the while, even through this heat he was feeling, he couldn't shake the impression, 'I feel like I'm being watched…' his senses reached out, but found nothing, 'and not by the humans either.' Even so, he couldn't bring himself to stop.
Looking down on the dance floor, at the writhing mass of bodies, one pair caught his attention. A grin creased his lips at the scene below. The figure stood behind an ensorcelled, one-way window; he could see out, but no one, not even a demon, could see or feel, what stood within. Behind him, a younger demon lounged on a couch with two mindless females hanging all over him. "The purpose of this establishment is about to be fulfilled," the first man spoke to the younger one, "after which, it shall belong to you, my son."
"I still don't understand why you insisted on driving through that dank alley," the second pointed out. His father always did have too many schemes in his opinion.
"Because I remember, Senzai," was his only explanation, his red eyes flashing as he let the memories flow back to him, of when he first had his instincts triggered.
"Whatever," Senzai brushed off the reasons; the little bitch slinking across his lap was a far more fascinating thing to ponder over.
The elder man couldn't see his son ever taking a mate; he was far too promiscuous, but it was his prerogative. The male's gaze never left the pair below, grinding and on the brink of losing control. The show was about to get interesting.
(A/N: Lemon Alert!)
A few more songs passed as Kagome continued to tease and entice Naraku with her body; the music flowed through her with such ease once she began ignoring the people around them. Something was happening to him; stemming internally. Naraku had not a clue what it was, but he knew without a doubt what he would be doing before long. His control flickered in and out; his eyes already settled on their demonic red, and his claws and fangs had lengthened even in this "human" disguise. The effort required to keep his illusion in place was no longer worth it. His body was in a constant state of vibration that refused to ebb with the scent of her, her arousal amidst this dark scene. He couldn't take it any longer; he had to have her. Her hooded eyes, how they spoke of complete reception and desire, were his undoing.
A blink of her eye, that's how long it took to go from dancing to being pressed down onto a relatively flat surface. Her eyes scanned frantically, identifying one of the private rooms, door closed, and probably blocked with a barrier. He pinned her to the booth-like seating area, his hands pulling her clothes out of his way without preamble. She had never really seen him lose control; never seen him when his demonic side had completely taken over, but she was sure that was the state he was in now. His eyes burned bright in the dark and his fangs were clearly longer, he looked upon her with such hunger that had she not known him, she would have feared for her life. She barely had a second to discern his inhuman movements before she felt him impaling her deeply. Her body arched sharply and her gaped mouth could not utter a sound. His girth stretched her beyond what she had felt before; he was larger this time, and it felt amazing since her body had already been aching for him.
Her legs anchored around his waist and her hands gripped the edge of the vinyl seats to steady herself against the aggressive, dominating movements he was subjecting her too. His voice was licentious, wild and feral as he thundered and groaned against her. The sound alone had her nearly there, the sight of him fully unleashed on her made her tremble, and the speed in which he stimulated her insides, catapulted her into a world of unimaginable heights. His body did not stop as he crested her over and over again, nor when his own tremors shook him and overflowed her tight body. The primal urge to inseminate her, to get her swollen with his offspring drove him beyond madness. He couldn't stop yet, not even if he wanted to.
Without even a hint of a lapse from one orgasm to the next, their dance began again and again; twisted around each other and lost to more than just simple lust.
(A/N: The dancing is a breadcrumb of what is to come much later, and will be a recurring theme. For those who crave a basic understanding now, Google, "jumping spider courtship." That's all the hints I'm giving.)
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