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Bizarre Love Triangle	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I own the characters from the series. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Two: Troilism
Kagome followed Kikyo's voice to a well-lit sitting room. She stopped in the entryway, stunned that everything was cream-colored, from the walls to the furniture to the carpet. Why, oh why did this woman bring her of all people, Kagome the notoriously clumsy, into her house full of breakable, expensive trinkets and light colors that were probably impossible to get any kind of stain out of? Also, her half-demon husband was sitting in a dainty armchair, looking absolutely huge and muscular and ridiculous, his arms crossed and a petulant expression on his face. His sneakered feet were on a white suede ottoman and she wanted to smack them to the ground. Even if it was his house, he should respect his surroundings and the objects Kikyo had worked so hard to provide. It was becoming increasingly obvious that he was nothing more than a trophy husband, although why Kikyo wanted one of those, she had no clue.
"Come sit by me, Kagome," her professor said softly, patting the loveseat next to her.
Dutifully, she walked over and sat down, glad her husband had his shining golden eyes averted from her, either uncomfortable that someone he didn't know was practically naked in his living room or being considerate and trying to preserve her modesty.
"Thank you for everything, Kikyo," Kagome murmured, feeling like she was about to cry again. Not wanting to embarrass herself, she held it in.
"You're very welcome," her instructor said smoothly. "I know you must be dying to hear about the position, but first I would like to say a few things, and I think we should start with a proper introduction. This is my husband, Inuyasha." She inclined her head in his direction but kept her eyes on Kagome's.
"Nice to meet you," she muttered, somehow knowing he wouldn't acknowledge her.
"We've been together for three years in total but only married last year," she explained. "Yet already we've found that we are having... difficulties."
Kagome murmured some sympathetic nothings, unsure of why Kikyo was telling her this.
"I knew from the first day I saw you that you were the one," she said, her eyes shining. She looked even younger than she had before. "So much like I used to be. So young and full of passion and energy and love."
Kagome laughed uneasily. Were they looking for a surrogate? She wasn't sure if she'd be okay with that, but she was desperate. "Uh, thanks. The one for what, exactly?"
Kikyo folded her hands tightly in her lap, and Kagome thought that might be a sign that she was nervous, her own little habit. "I'm going to be completely honest now. For the longest time, even before meeting Inuyasha, I have wanted to be with a woman. Lately, I just couldn't get it out of my head. I can't be with my husband intimately anymore. I just need to get this out of my system."
As unexpected and surprising and shocking as that comment was, everything suddenly fell into place. Her face heated and her mouth went dry. "Oh. And you, uh, want me to...?"
Her negative attitude towards her professor's proposition obvious, Kikyo pleaded with her, "Listen, we'll pay your tuition and give you an allowance. Your job will be to just enjoy yourself with me while Inuyasha is present. Occasionally, he will join in. I know how it sounds, but-"
She tightened the towel around her bust and straightened her spine. "It sounds like you want to pay me for sex, Professor. Wouldn't that make me a whore?" she said bitterly. Fuckin' rich people. They thought she would do anything in return for kind words, a meal, and a goddamn bath. Also money. And a nice place to stay. And her tuition.
Crap, that was actually a good deal.
Mr. Taisho snorted in amused agreement. She almost told him to shut up out loud.
Kikyo's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No, Kagome, you'd be in a relationship with me, with us! But mostly me. I was going to ask you before, but when you came to me and told me about your predicament, I decided to throw in money as well. I really, really like you, Kagome. I wouldn't force you to do anything you weren't comfortable with. I'd be so good to you."
This was a toughie. To tell the truth, she would have been mostly alright with it had Kikyo been single. Kagome had always been curious about what it would be like to be with another woman, but she had never wanted to do anything sexual with any of her friends, and she found pornography to be mostly horrifying. Still, she had always imagined it. And Kikyo was incredibly attractive. It would be another mark off her college crazy checklist and she'd even make a friend. Plus, there was the money and her family to consider.
"And your husband is alright with this?" she asked, careful to keep her tone neutral.
Raising a brow, she answered smartly, "He's a man, why wouldn't he be?"
Mr. Taisho whipped his head in their direction and glared at his wife. "I only agreed to meet the person you wanted to bring into our bed and our marriage, which we exchanged sacred vows for, if you remember, because I thought it would be a fuckin' guy and I was gonna kick his ass!"
Kikyo glared back at him. "You should not assume."
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
"So you'll agree?" Kikyo asked him, hope in her voice.
"Whatever," he repeated, this time less gruffly. "You coulda gotten a better looking chick, at least."
Kagome's mouth dropped open at his rude words. How dare he! She'd been popular with boys all her life and took quite a bit of pride in her appearance. Just because his first time seeing her had been when she was at her all-time worst didn't mean he could talk about her like that.
"Kagome is perfect for this!" Kikyo argued, her brows drawing together. "She is beautiful and intelligent and kind, which is two whole things you're not." It was obvious which things he wasn't when he rolled his sunshine eyes yet again and rested his head on his hand, the muscles in his arm becoming more defined. Kagome's nervousness returned. She never liked hearing people fight. "So, do you agree, Kagome?"
Her teacher's eyes, which Kagome noticed were a lovely, clear gray, were filled with hope. She wanted this so badly, wanted her so badly. No one had ever wanted her like that before, with such intensity. Plus, her family needed money, as did she. She wanted to be able to rebuild their home and eventually transfer her grandfather's remains to the Shrine. There were many reasons, and only about half of them selfish.
"Sure," she breathed.
Kikyo's smile showed her perfectly straight, white teeth and Kagome smiled back. She would refuse to think about anything other than the fact that she liked Kikyo and she needed this and a night spent in bed with two people would be warmer than one spent alone in her car.
Her professor took her hand and led her back up the stairs. She heard Mr. Taisho plodding behind her, even his steps sounding stubbornly reluctant, and she clasped her towel tighter to her body, not wanting to flash him on the stairs, which was ridiculous considering what they were about to oh so casually go through with. Kagome wanted to make conversation since she felt awkward and was sure if the feeling continued to magnify at the rate it had been all evening she'd end up hyperventilating and puking all over the expensive tile, but the moment was too charged. At least it would be an easy clean-up. If she was lucky, she'd slip in it and fall down the stairs and break her neck, saving her from any future humiliation or responsibility.
Still holding her hand, Kikyo turned right at her bathroom and suddenly she was in a massive, beautiful room. She wanted to admire the décor, but then Kikyo took off her cardigan, slipping off her pumps as she did so. Kagome gulped and stared at her long, silky legs free of pantyhose. The woman was flawless. Her husband flopped on the bed, not looking at all thrilled. Did he really have to be such a downer? She glared at him but he only ignored her. He was ruining her fantasy. It was understandable that he wouldn't want to take what he rightfully saw as a downgrade into his bed, but did he have to be such a jerk about it? When she looked back at Kikyo, she found that she was completely naked but for her underclothes, a retro white satin lingerie set. Resolving to be bold and ignore Mr. Taisho, she let her towel fall to the floor and walked over to her beautiful professor.
Kikyo's body shimmered with small beads of sweat, probably from her own anxiety, or maybe even anticipation. Not bothering with shyness any longer and feeling more confident now that she knew she wasn't the only person who was scared and unsure, Kagome ran her tongue over her temple and kissed her cheekbone. Delicious. The older woman shivered and grabbed her face, kissing her hard on the mouth. She squeaked in surprise but welcomed the kiss, opening her mouth and letting the other woman explore with her tongue. She tasted like that bite of apple tart she'd had and Kagome moaned, wondering if she tasted the same to her. Running her hands down her back, wanting to feel more of her, she unhooked her bra and tugged it off, throwing it carelessly to the floor. Kagome broke the kiss to get a look at her breasts. They were smaller than hers, but prettier, a work of art. Giving her one last brief kiss, she ducked her head and took an already erect nipple into her mouth. Kikyo cried out and Kagome smiled in pride, moving her hand to her other breast to tug and pull at its peak.
"Get on the fuckin' bed already," grunted Mr. Taisho, completely ruining the moment.
"Do you have something against foreplay?" Kagome bit out, pissed off he was even there. She turned to glare at him and all thoughts stopped when she caught sight of his cock, just right there out in the open, standing straight up and hard, and way, way big. It was almost frighteningly large. So, it was true what they said about demonic beings. She didn't know if she'd be able to take it comfortably or even safely, but then she remembered that she was mostly Kikyo's lover and he didn't even like her anyway, so there was nothing for her to worry about.
Against her better judgment but hypnotized by his body worthy of a Men's Health cover photo, Kagome crawled on the bed. Even he seemed surprised by her movements, but he still didn't make eye contact with her. Kikyo knelt next to her, and Kagome picked up where she left off, trying to get back the frantic passion. Now she just felt sort of self-conscious again. She could feel Mr. Taisho's eyes burning into her. She really, really wished it was just her and Kikyo.
"Lay down, Kagome," came her professor's soft voice in her ear. She had to obey.
Jumping a little when her back met flesh instead of the comforter, she turned her head and realized Mr. Taisho was holding her in his lap, his erection pressing not quite uncomfortably into her back. Lightly, he moved his hands up her stomach and to her breasts, cupping and massaging them. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder and she sighed. Feeling cool hands on her thighs, she opened her eyes a crack and saw Kikyo between her legs, her tongue snaking out and into her pussy. She cried out and arched her back at the feeling. Spurred on by her response, Kikyo wiggled her tongue inside of her again and again. Her husband used his thumbs and flicked Kagome's nipples, rubbing small circles and then tugging.
She was not a virgin, having given that away early on during her high school years to her then-boyfriend, but the way the two older people touched her made her feel like one. Kikyo was a woman, so of course she knew how a woman liked to be touched, but her husband must have been especially experienced to provoke such wonderful sensations in her when she didn't even like him. A hard pinch to her nipple, as if he knew she wasn't concentrating on the moment, brought her out of her thoughts. Kikyo was still between her legs, lapping away, but Kagome wanted a change of position. As nice as everything was, her back was starting to ache.
Apparently Mr. Taisho wanted the same thing, because he moved out from behind her and over to Kikyo, grabbing her roughly by the hair and kissing her. Kikyo furrowed her brow but did not pull away. Kagome bit her lip at the pure erotic passion the man exuded. It was like he was staking a claim on his wife, telling her that she was his and would never escape that. It was almost as arousing as having Kikyo's tongue inside her had been. Which reminded her, he was probably tasting her. Did he like it? Her question was answered when he stopped kissing his wife and laid down, grabbing one of her thighs and squeezing, pulling at her until she was where he wanted her, kneeling over his face. Kikyo grimaced and looked at her regretfully, longingly, seeming to be almost apologizing that her husband had high-jacked the night as she lowered herself onto his thick cock. Kagome didn't know why the woman seemed so unhappy with such an impressive specimen all her own. What was her problem? Besides the sapphic urges, anyway.
Mr. Taisho's strong, bronzed hands tightened on her thighs and he brought her down hard on his face. Before, she had been hovering and his tongue had only ghosted across her, but now it was wiggling inside of her, deeper than Kikyo's had been. She gasped and squirmed, wondering if he could breathe, but then Kikyo grabbed her face again and kissed her, the soft, slow, sweetness contrasting with the furious, almost violently angry tongue-fucking the half-demon was giving her. Resolving to give as good as she got, she ground herself onto his face punishingly and pinched his nipple hard while using her other hand to rub at his wife's clit. If that was how it was going to be, if he wanted to fight over Kikyo, then she'd fight back. She wasn't trying to take his place, she just wanted a little piece of what he had.
Right before she was about to cum, Kikyo broke their kiss and gasped, "I can't! Not this way. Sorry, Inuyasha." She climbed off of him and after a few seconds he roughly shoved Kagome off his face, making her land beside him with a yelp.
"What the fuck, Kikyo!" he hissed. "You can't do this again. I was so fucking close!"
Kagome privately agreed.
Kikyo held a slim hand to her trembling mouth and her eyes filled with tears. "I know, I know. It's just... I need something else right now, that's all. I'm sorry."
"I don't want to be the odd one out," he growled.
More exasperated and horny than anything else, Kagome pushed him down by the shoulder onto the bed and plunged the tip of him into her before anyone could protest. It was impossible for her to take him all in one motion. Biting her lip, she gasped as he stretched her, his hips making rocking motions to burrow further inside of her. Little by little, she sank down on him, circling her own hips to ease the way until she was filled with nothing but him, a small amount of drool on her lower lip betraying how much she wasn't regretting her actions.
She had been wanting to try him out since Kikyo had propositioned her what felt like a long time ago, and he felt better than anything. Better than her human boyfriends, her collection of vibrators, and that one night of drunken exploration with a zucchini that had ended up breaking half inside of her and making her swear never to play around with edible objects in that way again. His eyes were closed tight and his mouth was open. She wondered if he was picturing Kikyo instead. It didn't matter to her, not at the moment. She felt hands at her breasts and knew Kikyo had recovered from her momentary freak out. Kagome was starting to feel bad for Mr. Taisho. He obviously loved his wife, certainly still desired her. It wasn't his fault she had other interests, temporary or not. It's not like he could have predicted it. He was probably feeling pretty disenchanted and sad, but that was no reason to take it out on her. Pushing thoughts of pity out of her mind, Kagome leaned forward and slapped her hands down on his shoulders before she began to move, moaning aloud at the friction against her clit. Kikyo seemed to know just what to do to her and began to tug on her nipples harder, her long nails dragging lightly against the undersides of her breasts. Shivering with pleasure, she whispered her professor's name, encouraging her.
Claws on her hips, pressing into the flesh but not piercing it, brought her attention back to the man of the hour and she opened her eyes only to look into Mr. Taisho's striking amber ones. He didn't look away, and then he burst inside of her just as she began to climax and they held one another's gazes throughout the duration of their orgasms, even though she had never before managed to not close her eyes during such a thing. Dimly, Kagome wondered if it had been his look that had caused her own orgasm as she had not felt that close before being trapped in his hypnotizing stare. Their eye contact felt like it had gone on for a good long while, but was probably only a second or two, and it ended abruptly when Kikyo turned Kagome's face to the side and kissed her, probing her mouth and moaning, sucking on her lower lip.
Climbing off of Mr. Taisho, Kagome playfully fell to the bed and yanked Kikyo down next to her. Her legs were tired and she was feeling incredibly sleepy and sore, but Kikyo still hadn't come yet and it was her due, after all. Laying her head on her professor's naked breast, she rubbed the side of her face against the soft skin and kissed the nipple nearest her, bringing her hand down to rub at her entrance. Kikyo, unlike her, had a bit of pubic hair, and Kagome petted it, stroked it, before taking two fingers and entering her pussy. The older woman gasped and put an arm around her head, pressing her face onto her breast. Sucking at the hard red nipple obediently, Kagome circled Kikyo's clit with her thumb, not stopping the steady rhythm of her two fingers. In. Out. In. Out. Kikyo came, rather soon, she thought, before remembering she had ridden her husband and then watched her fuck him, so she had probably been more than a little turned on.
As Kikyo shuddered in her arms, Kagome looked over to the other side of the bed to see Mr. Taisho curled up with his golden, defined back to them. He was just a lonely little lump and seemed so far away that he might as well have been in another room. Shaking her head, she hoped he'd come around soon, even if she did secretly sympathize with him. It must be really hard to know the love of your life didn't want to be with only you anymore. At least Kikyo had made it clear it was just about sex. That had to be some consolation. And wasn't this every man's fantasy, as Kikyo had mentioned earlier? Hell, he should be thanking them, especially Kikyo. After all, she could have gone behind his back and cheated. Not many wives were as kind as she was, and even if they let the man watch, would they have let him participate even when they didn't find him attractive anymore?
Kagome tried hard to tell herself she wasn't coming between them in a way that wasn't referring to their literal position in the bed, but something about the way he had looked at her stuck in her mind. It was depression, pure and simple. She recognized it because she had been living with it until tonight. Could she really continue to do this if her happiness came at the cost of someone else's?
Her professor captured her attention again with a soft kiss and Kagome smiled against the other woman's lips, resolving to think about all complicated things tomorrow.
"Does this mean I get an A?" she asked, only half-joking.
Kikyo laughed. "Keep up the performance and we'll talk about it."
They spent the rest of the night with the front of their naked bodies pressed together, whispering secrets and exchanging kisses, neither of them sparing a glance at their other lover.
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