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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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A/N: Really, I have no excuse. I lost a family member and it really downed my inspiration and my mood to write. And then, I was doing better but - honesty, I had so much real life stuff to catch up on that writing did not fit in the schedule. I cannot guarantee regular updates, I am taking it one step at a time, but i will keep the promise I made regarding all my stories: They will all be completed. I can't say when but I will not give up on any of my stories. Ever.
Thanks for sticking with me.
M.I.A
Chapter 4: Rub you the Right Way
She should have run.
Instead he felt her linger behind him, waiting, pondering the right course of action. Did she not realize it took everything he had to walk away? He did not walk away, not anymore. He took what he needed, whatever satisfied his mind and shut up the voice for a few minutes. He was not the Kouga she met five hundred years ago. The love he had for her a long time ago… it no longer mattered. It was enough that he respected her, enough that he knew he was not good enough for her. But if they went down that road… he would be the animal that he was. And she deserved much better than that. She deserved everything good.
Kagome's lips were pinched hard as she watched the back of his head. Now that he had walked away from her, there was an awkwardness. Then again, perhaps it was the barrier she needed to break through. She wanted this. Her core was dripping and she could still feel the lingering presence of his erect cock against her. She was a woman, she was no stranger to sex. There was nothing wrong with no strings attached. People did it all the time, so why not her?
Despite the fact that her hands were shaking by her side, she closed the distance between them. She knew what her first goal was; she had to get rid of that bottle. Her lengthy, slender fingers wrapped themselves around the head of the bottle. She tugged, and though she initially met a bit of resistance, he let it go. Once it was in her hands, she took a bit gulp. Just enough to have some liquid courage. The alcohol burned on its way down and she grimaced as she swallowed it all. There. She put the bottle back on the table and refocused her gaze on Kouga. He was her next target. How do get him when she could not even touch him?
Words.
"I won't leave."
"You should."
"But I won't." Another step in his direction. "So unless you throw me out, you're stuck with me."
Each one of her words was punctuate by a spike in her scent. He knew what she wanted. She was throwing all the signs in his direction and he was avoiding every single one of them. He licked his dry lips. His cock hurt, it was so hard, so erect, that it brought him pain.
One touch, one safe touch. Kagome reached for his back, the tip of her fingers making contact with the fabric of his black shirt. And then, he spun around, almost spooked. It was now. He slammed her back against the wall, knocking the air out of her lungs. Except this time, both of her arms were pinned above her head. She did not understand. Whoever her ex-boyfriend was, he made love to her, he cherished her body. Kouga was sure of it. Kagome would never go for someone who would hurt her. She would look for safety. That was what one did after loss. She was no different.
"It won't be love."
"What?" His hands were abusing the flesh of her wrists but she refused to let it show.
"I can't make love to you."
His voice sounded like a warning and yet, she did not take his words as such. "I don't want you to." She had love, she had kind. It did not work.
He bent down, his lips nothing more than a whisper against her flesh. "It won't be love, it won't be sex. I'd fuck you. I wouldn't look at your face, I wouldn't be sweet." He did not know how to be sweet. If it did not hurt, it did not work. They ruined him. He needed to feel everything, it needed to be intense or else, he could not escape. For her sake, he should try. But he knew once he was inside of her, it would all break loose. The animal would demand freedom and the memories would be too much to bear.
He refused to make a promise he could not keep.
Somehow, his words broke her heart. She did not need him to be sweet, she did not need him to make love to her. However, the Kouga she used to know? He would do all those things. He would have worshipped her body, he would have been delicate, loving and he would have made love to her. It would have been sweeter than Hojo's way. But this Kouga? This Kouga did not have any sweetness left in him. He was nothing more than the raw shell of what he used to be. The sweet Kouga was gone, no a trace left behind. She knew he was not saying such cold things to scare her; they were now his reality.
"I don't care."
Frustration rose through him and before he could stop himself, he hit the wall behind her, his fist driving through it. "You fucking do."
Rage shone in her eyes; nobody could tell her what she did want and what she did not want. That was a decision she made for herself, by herself. He was not her knight in shining armor anymore. He did not get to protect her from things she wanted. It did not matter; he was a man. He had weaknesses and he even shared one of them with her. She stared right into his eyes, never breaking the contact. Meanwhile, she tugged one of her hands free. Now that he was only holding her with one hand, she had a chance. Her arm fell limp by her side. She twisted away the soreness from his hold and immediately went for his jeans.
Skillfully, she managed to unbutton them with her one hand. She saw the look in his eyes change, but he did not stop her. He could not. She carefully unzipped his pants over his growing erection and then, felt it, pushing, tugging, against the fabric of his navy boxer. It wanted to spring free. She never broke eye contact, not even as she tried to lower herself to the ground. She expected him to stop her, to keep her standing by tugging her arm up, but he did not. Instead, his fingers loosened around her wrist until she managed to slip between his fingers. Her knees hit the ground with a thud and then, she found herself face to face with his crotch.
She tried to hide the shaking of her fingers as she glided them across the soft fabric. She put her fingers around the elastic and gently tugged them down. As soon as she freed his cock, it pressed against the warm flesh of her nose. She had done this before; once or twice. Although from the sound of things, he was not a newcomer to having this kind of thing performed on him. What if she was not up to the task? This was her one chance to convince him, her one attempt at proving she truly did not care. She chased away the doubt dancing in her eyes and then, firmly gripped him.
He hissed, in pleasure, and watched as she slowly began pumping him. How many nights had he dreamed of this? How many times had he wanted to see her submissive, ready to pleasure him? He knew Kagome was an independent woman, and it only made the fantasy that much better. Except, never did he ever think it would unfold like this. Her eyes were no longer on him, instead they were focused on his appendage. He watched while she slowly licked her lips; she was going in for the plunge. He was forced to close his own eyes as she took the tip of him in her mouth.
All of her was warmth and wet as she pushed his cock as deep as she could. She felt her gag reflex trying to kick in and stopped. That was enough. Her tiny, delicate hand was pumping up and down the length of his shaft. He hissed while his fangs broke though the disguise and dug in his bottom lip. His hand were shaking by his side while he was dying to fist her hair and push himself even deeper inside her sweet cavern. Her tongue was shy, sometimes wrapping around the head of his cock while she tried to suck. There was a clumsiness to her motions but it was not a turn off, it was the opposite. Sweet, innocent Kagome.
He allowed her to explore, to taste and touch as she pleased while he let himself get lost in his own little world. His eyes were shut as he tried to forget everything that was around him. It was a dangerous game. He was so close to the edge, so close to losing all of his control. It was hanging by a thread and he was only fighting it because it was her. He could be more dangerous to her than anyone else. The others, they did not know him. He had to keep his identity a secret. But Kagome was different because she knew what he was deep inside. He was a wolf, he was not human. He could let that part of himself free.
Except, that was when he would be most dangerous to her.
And he could not let that happen.
His fingers ran through her hair for the first time but instead of pushing her head towards him he pulled her hair back. It was not enough that he was no longer in her mouth, but it was enough to relieve him of some sweet, sweet sensations.
However, his actions caused Kagome to worry. Had she done something wrong?
She decided to push down her concerns and instead, she lapped at the head of his cock, slowly following every line, and every bump with her tongue. He shivered and then it happened. He truly meant to pull her away but instead, both of his hands sneaked around her head and before he knew it, he was pushing himself deep inside her inviting mouth. Kagome thought she was going to gag around him but as she slid himself in and out, she managed to adjust to the pace and size of him. She gulped around him, her hand covering the portion of his cock that neither could fit in her mouth.
His fingers crisped around her, digging painfully into her skull. He had to pull out. He was going to - and he had to say something, but his legs quivered and before he could even warn her, he came undone inside her mouth.
Kagome felt it hit the back of her throat, forcing her to cough around his cock. The stream continued until her mouth was full and his appendage was forced out. She stayed on her knees, coughing as she tried to swallow. That was a first one. She had spat out both times she had given Hojo a blow job. Then again, it had been a slow process that had left her with a sore jaw. Also, given the current situation swallowing had been her only option. It had not been as awful as she had expected it to be.
Meanwhile Kouga was backing away, his cock hanging limp on top of his jeans. Fuck. He could feel his eyes bleeding red and the claws poking at the time of his fingers. He had almost… if she had not basically choked he might have ripped her clothes off. He continued backing away until he was touching the couch. He dug his nails in it, not caring that he was ripping it apart. He wanted to growl, he wanted to claim what was meant to be his from the beginning. That claim never faded. Not even the centuries could lessen it. But he knew better. Already, he let it slip too far. He should have stopped it, he should have kept her away.
But Kagome was ignoring all the signs and warnings he was throwing her way. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and then, she rose to her feet. She did not need to see his eyes to know what was happening to him; she saw it inflicted upon Inuyasha as well. Many times. Inuyasha's inner beast was more reckless, affected by his dual nature. Kouga was more in control. She saw how well Sesshomaru remain in control when he attacked them. It had to be the same Kouga. And if she never even thought about being scared of Inuyasha, then why would she be scared of Kouga? He had always been a friend.
Her steps were slow but sure as she closed the distance between them. She tried to keep her gaze on him, rather than on what was hanging between his legs. It had been a rush, it had made her feel alive. She extended her arms in front of her, hoping her hands could be the first thing to touch him. She aimed for the face since she knew she could easily spook him if she touched something else. So far, he had yet to look at her or even acknowledge that she was even heading for him. But he knew, he had to know; he was a hunter, she was the prey. He was aware of her movements, her breathing and even her erratic heart rate.
Then, as she was nothing but a mere inch from him, there was a growl.
"Don't," he warned.
But she did not listen. Instead, she let her hands touch his cheeks. The action forced his eyes open and she found herself looking into blue irises. Except… they were surrounded by red.
"Get away."
"No."
"Kagome, I am not a gentle, docile creature." There was an extra deepness to his tone, something that should make her afraid. Instead, it shook her to her core. In a rather pleasing way.
"I don't care."
He felt the rage inside of him snap and before he could even realize that he was doing, he ran into her, pushing her away. Startled by his unexpected actions, Kagome fell to her rear in a loud thud. Unfortunately, the swing of her fall caused her to bang her head on the wooden floor and she yelped out in pain. Fear froze his blood and he launched at her. He knew this was going to happen, he knew he was a beast that could not be controlled. Why could he not be careful? As he threw himself on the ground, ready to inspect her injury, she protected herself.
In all honesty, all she did was raise her hands. As it turned out, the power inside of her was awakened. In an attempt to protect her, her powers flared. It was just as Kouga was about to touch her that a bright pink light blinded him. And then he felt the burning. His shirt melted as he felt wave of heat hit his skin. A loud howl of pain past his lips as he was thrown backwards on his ass. The dominant side of him was pushed to the surface as he felt imprints of her hands being burnt into his flesh. He knew she did not attack him. He knew it was an accidental reaction to what happened. But he did not dislike it.
Pain was a friend to him. Pain was the one thing he could understand. He lived with it, he grew it inside of himself. Pain might be the sole reason why he was alive. Although, it was also the reason why he had a drinking problem. But it did not matter. Because there she was; the solution to all his problems. Kagome could punish him for all his sins, she could punish him for what he was. The more threatening he seemed, the more her powers would want to protect her against the monster that he was. And he was now craving this pain. Not many things could hurt him, but she could. She could hurt him in the most beautiful way.
He was a moth and she was fire. And he needed to get burn.
As Kagome laid there, wide eyes and guilty, he pushed himself between her legs. He put two palms down on each side of her chest and stared into her eyes. Right away, her legs wrapped around his waist. His cock was painfully pressing against the fabric of her clothes and he could feel himself hardening again. The pain only enhanced his attraction, his need for her body.
"I'm - I'm sorry," she stuttered.
She could not remember the last time her powers manifested themselves. It was to the point that she thought she did not have them on this side of the well. Apparently, she simply had never been in danger before. Although, Kouga hardly qualified as danger. He would not hurt her. From the angle, she could see the burn marks she left on him. Oh god. As though he did not have enough scars, as though he was not hurt enough. She hated herself for her reaction.
"Do it again," he whispered before he lowered himself to her throat.
"W-what?"
His tongue darted out, lapping at the pulsing point in her neck. "You said you didn't care if I fucked ya. You didn't care if I wasn't sweet."
"I don't," she replied, distracted by the feelings he was provoking inside of her. She could feel the wetness between her legs spreading and she was dying to push against his erection.
"Then do it again, and I'll do it."
But she had no control over her powers. She did not decide when they manifested. On top of that, she had no intention of being the one behind his injuries. Why would she want to hurt him? Why would she want to cause him more scars, more pain? She felt the tears burning her eyes but she pushed them down; why did he want pain, why did he seek it so much? He had kept himself away from her since the beginning, but now that she could bring him pain, he wanted to be closer to her?
"I c-can't." She could not be part of his destruction.
His skillful fingers found their way to her thighs. She shivered at the mere touch of them; yes, she wanted him. That much had been established. However, she was not willing to pay the price. He could not be the price to pay to feel him.
His mouth moved until he was biting her earlobe, tasting her sweet, sweet flesh. She did not want to partake in his euphoria. He had to let her go, he really did. But all he wanted was one more taste of her skin. He let his lips taste her before he pulled himself away. At least, he had enough control left to do that. He detached himself from the safety of her legs and stood on his own two feet. Quickly, he tucked his still erected cock back into his pants and zipped them back up. The whole time, he made sure to avoid any kind of eye contact with her. In the midst of his insanity, he had let her seen his weaknesses, he had let her seen the bad side of him.
The rotten one.
And now, he could not take it back.
He wobbled to keep a straight position and then his eyes scanned the room. He needed an out, he needed something that would break the awful tension that installed itself between them. The first thing he grabbed was the bottle that had been discarded. He swung it to his lips and took a big gulp. All this tension had erased his buzz and he needed it back. Kami knew how hard it was for him to even get a buzz in the first place. As the liquid made its way down his throat he knew there was only one location for him to go; outside. He needed to be away from her, away from her scent and away from all the temptations she represented.
He did not even dare looking back as he went for the front door and slammed it shut behind him.
Meanwhile Kagome watched him go, never moving, never even attempting to stop him. There was some truth to his previous words and she could no longer deny it. She did not know this Kouga. She also was not going to stop him from leaving. It was what he needed. Although now that he was gone, she could fully let the pain hit her. Tears filled her eyes once more and this time, she let one slide down her cheek. She wanted to know what happened to him, what made him think he needed pain, that he deserved it. She wanted to heal him, but she could not.
So what could she do?
-M-
The sun was low in the horizon, casting nothing but a pink shadow everywhere, by the time Kouga returned. He had stayed out there, laying in the long green grass with his bottle of rum in his hands, for hours. He had forgotten about everything and everyone and he had let the nature over take him. The quietness of the wilderness always had a calming effect on him. And it had worked. At least until he had returned to the vicinity of the house. Her scent was everywhere, invading. This place was bare, void of anyone until she appeared. But the fact that her scent remained meant that she had yet to leave his house.
He thought she might have run off. After all, she would have had every right to be frightened by him. It would have perhaps even been for the best. The only problem was, he was not quite convinced he wanted her gone. She represented everything he wanted and could not have. The past, the temptation, the pain. All wrapped up with a little bow around him. A gift and a curse all at the same time. Worst of all, now he had gotten a taste of it and he knew he would want more. How could he not? She was sweet, so sweet. The only salvation he had was the fact that she turned him down, and he would never go against her wishes.
She said no to hurting him, which meant he was saying no to fucking her.
It was the best solution.
As he reached the front door, he peeked through the front window, but he did not see her. Although the kitchen lights were on. There was no other choice but to go in. He quietly slipped into his own house, watching and waiting for any movements. He took a sniff, thinking her scent might lead him to her and it turned out that he was right. She was in the living room all by her lonesome. He kicked his boots off, the sound clearly warning her of his presence. Maybe she did not want to see him, maybe she wanted to hide before he reached her. He would let her run from him. He would not even chase her.
He tilted his head to the side as he walked through the doorway, his long ponytail swinging over his shoulder and draping over his chest. The sight he found in front of him was not quite the one he expected. Kagome was sprawled across his couch, a bottle resting on her belly. From the looks of it, she had gone through half of it. Although, a quick scan of the area allowed him to notice that it was not her first bottle; the coffee table had two others on it. He was not quite fond of her imitating his habits. Though to be fair, he was the one who had forced her down that path. He could hardly judge her and so he stopped.
Kouga expected her to look at him but she never did. Instead, she looked at the swirling clear liquid in the bottle as though it was the most fascinating thing in her entire life. He let out a sigh and then, pressed his back to the nearest wall. Part of him were dying to snatch out another bottle since his had run out a while back. However, he feared he might spook her out and instead he chose to remain where he was. He let his back slid across the wall until he touched the ground. The less of him that was exposed, the better. He had shown her too much and now, he did not know how to take it back. He needed to take it back.
"Why?"
The word was croaked out and slurred but he made it out. "Why what?"
She scoffed. She waited for him because she foolishly figured he would be back sooner or later. It was his house after all. But then, part of her wondered if she should leave. Make a quick exit while he was gone. It would have been much easier and then she could forget about this whole mess. After all, she had problems of her own that needed taking care of amongst other things. But, she was who she was. She could not leave him by himself while he was suffering like this. He had made it this far without her but there was no telling what he might end up doing in the future. And then, she would blame herself.
So, of course, she was left with very few options. She could stay and never talk about what he asked of her... or she could stay and talk about it. Of course, talking about his past never seemed to be his favorite activity. No, his favorite activity was drinking. A lot. Hence why she decided to get smash drunk. Perhaps the only way to get through him was through his own demons. If she was drunk and he was drunk, they might just be able to have a decent conversation. Although, now she could see how the plan might backfire. She was quite dizzy and thinking was hard - god it was hard. She meant to ask a more articulate question but why was the only word she managed to produce. It was time to face him. She tried to turn to her side, to look at him, but her body was not quite well responding to her orders.
And then, there was a loud bang.
She winced in pain as her face hit the hard, cold floor. For fuck's sake. She did not even have the strength to pull herself away from the ground. It required too much concentration. A long sigh escaped her pressed lips and then she mentally counted to three. Once she reached the final number, she pulled herself up. Her fingers dug into the couch while her other hand was pressing against the floor. After a lot of struggle and a lot of grunting, she managed to sit up. A dizzy spell hit her, and she was forced to lean into the couch to even keep her upper body up and standing. Once everything stopped spinning, she focused on Kouga again.
He was staring at her, those lonely blue eyes looking for meaning. "Why do y- you want me to hu-hurt you?"
If the situation had not been so personal, he might have laughed at her slurred speech - but he was currently in no mood to be laughing. "It doesn't matter."
She smiled, although he could tell she was not happy. "It does matter."
"It doesn't concern you." This time, his words were more dry. He hoped it would serve as a warning and that she would drop the issue.
It did concern her, he brought her into it. Granted it, part of it was her fault because she asked for it but still. He had allowed her to feel alive and then he took it from her. She might have been brave once upon a time, she might have carelessly thrown herself into danger without thinking twice but… but that person was also gone. But then, he had taunted her, he had let her be wild and explore a side of her she was not quite sure she had. Although, she could already say that she did not mind it. For once, there had been a fire burning inside of her. It was not a goal, it was not an answer but it was a feeling. She would take whatever answer she could.
The only problem was, if she wanted it again, she had to be someone she was not.
"I told you to leave. I told you." He gave her a choice and she picked the wrong one and now they were left with this stupid mess of a situation. She was the same good old Kagome who did not listen.
She let her head fall to the left, and then to the right. And then, after popping her lips, she decided to tap the spot beside her. "Co-me, here." She tapped the floor again to emphasize her statement.
At that moment, Kouga knew he should stay where he was. But he also knew he was weak. So, despite everything in this body screaming at him to stay put, he stood up. He dragged his feet in her direction as though he was being executed. She watched his every movements, her shiny blue eyes watching his. He pushed the coffee table out of the way and plopped down on the ground beside her. He did try to keep a small distance between them but he knew it would not help. He was relieved though when she handed him the bottle she had been so safely guarding against her chest. He took it from her and took his first gulp.
How he had missed the taste of alcohol. Until she came along he did not skip a moment. She kept him a bit sober.
"I'm not gonna- you know, hurt you."
"I know," he whispered against the bottle.
"I like it," she blurred out.
And it happened. He let out a deep, rich, chuckle. "Yeah I know," he said a bit cocky.
A smile tugged at her lips and she elbowed him in the ribs. It did not hurt but he entertained her by fake flinching away from her attack. "You don't."
He tapped his nose. "I know."
"That's not faaair," she whined.
He chuckled again before taking another sip of his godly nectar. How did they go from awkward to laughing? Alcohol. There was a reason why he loved that stuff. He let the laughter die down as he handed her back the bottle. Perhaps it was best to keep her in an intoxicated state. Plus, as long as she was drunk, he was sure he would stay far away from her. He had no intention of taking her when she was not conscious enough to consent. Yes, keeping her drunk might be the key to keeping this going. Although, he was not quite convinced that drinking large amounts of alcohol every day would be good for her.
She held on to the bottle but she waited before taking another sip. "What happened to you?" The happiness had faded from her voice and darkness was lurking back in.
"Life."
"Life doesn't do that."
"It did it to you."
She could not argue with that. She turned around to look at this face and with one shaky hand she cupped his cheek. "You don't like it when I- I touched you."
He shook his head but it was faint. She only felt it because she was pressed up against him. He was ashamed to admit it and saying it out loud would kill him. Really, he only answered because he knew she noticed it. How could she not? Last time she truly touched him, he basically left dashing away from her. It was his mistake. Then again, never had he expected that Kagome would want to touch him.
"Why? Is it- did someone, did someone hurt you?" She had questions but she did not know how to ask them. Her head hurt.
"No, I hurt people."
She swallowed hard her heart breaking at his words. Kouga did not hurt people. He might have, a long time ago, but then he became someone new and he was kind to all and - she refused to believe he was a bad person. Someone made him think he was bad. That had to be the answer.
"You're good."
He shook his head again.
Damn it. Frustrated, she leaned forward and she pressed her lips to his. He did not react; instead, he stayed frozen. None of that seemed to stop her since she used her newfound grip on his shoulder to slide into his lap. If she wanted to help him, if she wanted to understand him she had to go into his world. Plus, his world was much better than hers. When was the last time she felt this giddy, this free? She could not even remember. She pressed her chest to his as she struggled to keep her hands to herself. She wanted to touch every inch of his skin; his flesh was like fire. All of him was warmth and she felt cold.
"Kagome, stop," he spoke against her lips. "You're drunk."
She pulled her lips away from his mouth. "Nuh uh, tipsy."
"I ain't doing this."
"I waaaaaanted you earlier, it hasn't changed." She pushed her head against his neck. "Just tipsy. Happy. Don't you wanna be haaappy?"
No, he did not want to be happy, he did not deserve to be happy.
She knew why he was turning her down. It was because she did not want to hurt him. What if she did not hurt him? What if she - what if she let him feel her power? She wanted to get inside of his head. Maybe if she figured out what was wrong with him, it would fix her as well. It was worth a shot. She put a hand on his bicep and she felt his whole body flinch.
"I'll do it."
"You don't know what you're saying."
She concentrated herself as much as she could and then, let a wave of light brush against his skin. "I do."
It was the alcohol. She did not know how much she had. She did not want this earlier. Her opinion could not have changed. He would not do this, he refused to do this.
Her shy tongue darted out as she began licking the spot where his shoulder met his neck. At the same time, her hips were thrusting as she grinded her core into his growing erection. "I'll do it if you fuck me."
She should not speak those words, she should not move like that and she should not smell like that. He felt another subtle spark against his flesh and he groaned. Was there any harm in this? He would get his punishment and she would get what she asked for…
But she said no earlier. When she was not this drunk.
"Fuck me," she whispered against his flesh.
He blindly reached out for the bottle and downed everything that was left. He tossed it on the couch and then, re-focused his attention on Kagome. His hands snaked around her waist and then, before she could comprehend what he was about to do, he pushed her on the ground, snuggling himself between her legs.
Fuck it.
-M-
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