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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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Four: Voyeurism
In the past few weeks since they had started their rather unusual relationship with Kagome, the married couple fought more and more. Kagome began to feel more like a child of parents in a crisis than their bed partner. Most of the fights consisted of Inuyasha blowing up seemingly at nothing and accusing Kikyo of never loving him. When Kikyo never responded in kind like he seemed to want her to and instead continued doing whatever she’d been doing, giving him that classic wifely cold shoulder, it just made his temper that much worse. Kagome was grateful he’d never blown up at her directly, though, since his anger seemed like more than she could handle with all that was going on in her life.
The chaos even made her consider leaving them. Her professor hadn’t lied about the money. It was certainly more than she had been making while working herself to death with three jobs and considering getting a fourth. The phone calls with her mother were no longer full of pain on either side, neither one wanting to go into detail about their suffering in fear of burdening the other. Now they could talk like they could before. The shrine was almost done being rebuilt and her mother had even found a job at a local clothing shop she used to frequent before everything went to hell. They had enough money to relax a little, so she didn’t have to keep to her side of the agreement anymore.
The problem was she kind of liked it. The sex.
Well, more than kind of. Having two partners was amazing. Before, she had been lonely, not having made a single friend the entire time she was at school, which was only a few months when it really seemed like a lot longer than that. Her roommate was in her senior year and a lot busier than she was, always either deep in some textbook or essay or out with one of her many boyfriends. When she abruptly decided to move in with one of them and leave Kagome alone, it hadn’t been that terrible a loss, other than the money she needed for rent.
“Just because you showered last doesn’t mean you can leave hair in the drain!” Inuyasha shouted, startling Kagome out of her thoughts.
“It’s not even your shower,” Kikyo calmly replied.
“It’s the bathroom with the good shower, so I use it when I want to use it. It’s my fucking house too!”
“How about we go to the beach?” Kagome piped up, feeling a headache beginning to develop behind her eyes from all the noise.
“The beach?” Inuyasha sneered, reacting like she had suggested taking turns licking the basins of public water fountains.
“The beach?” Kikyo said with a raised brow, corners of her mouth turned down in distaste.
“Well, yeah…” Kagome mumbled, now feeling intensely uncomfortable. “You guys kinda live right on it, and I really think it would be a waste to just ignore it all the time.”
“It’s a bit too chilly out,” was all Kikyo said before leaving the room, escaping upstairs.
“Kikyo and I used to walk on the beach every night when we were first married,” Inuyasha whispered so quietly that she wasn’t sure if she was meant to hear.
“D-do you wanna come with?” Why did asking that question make her so nervous? And why the hell had she even asked in the first place?!
Inuyasha glared at her as though the answer was obvious, and she bit her lip and looked down, her face coloring.
“Sure.”
Surprised, her head whipped up just in time to see him staring at her thoughtfully. In a nanosecond, his expression changed back to one of complete and utter apathy with just a hint of boredom. Grunting lightly, he walked to the door. Kagome scrambled to get her sweater from where it hung in the hall closet and followed after him, noticing how fast he walked and how tense he seemed all the time. Was he always like this, or was it her fault? Kicking up sprays of sand as she hurried to catch up with him, she made a vow to herself that she was going to win him over and be his friend, no matter what.
Finally walking at his side and more or less at his pace, she said, “So, you and Kikyo used to come out here a lot when you got married…” No response. “That’s really sweet. How did you two meet?”
“I don’t wanna talk about her,” he said after a short silence.
“Um, o-okay,” Kagome whispered. The only thing they had in common was Kikyo. Well, the only thing she knew of, anyway. Momentarily brightening, she realized that just meant that there were a lot of possible things to talk about. They could even play the question game! She’d ask him something, he’d respond, then he’d ask her the same thing, then he’d think of a new question and on and on it went. At the end of the game, you had a new friend!
“Let’s sit down,” he muttered once they were by the rock formations that hid their house from view.
Kagome did so, taking her cheap sweater off first and using it to sit on. The air was chilly and the wind was getting stronger, and she worriedly glanced at the waves. Inuyasha sat next to her and seemed to be doing the same thing. Having another person, especially him, sharing her thoughts made her relax a little. If something happened, he’d help.
“I want to get to know you better,” Kagome said. She couldn’t hear herself over the crashing sound of the surf, and opened her mouth to repeat the words louder.
He interrupted her before she could begin. “Me too,” he said, surprising her. She shivered as though the wind had gotten colder and goosebumps appeared on her arms, but she knew it wasn’t the wind that had caused such a reaction.
Kagome smiled. “So, what’s your favorite foo—”
Again, she was interrupted, this time by the placement of his lips upon hers. She gasped in shock and his tongue took advantage of the opportunity. Inuyasha’s eyes were small slits with gold just barely visible, studying her as best as they could at such a short distance. It occurred to Kagome that if she was looking at him looking at her, then her eyes were open, and indeed they were, so wide and owlish that she could have been a K-drama heroine during the long awaited kiss scene fifteen episodes in.
“I wanna see what it’s like,” he whispered as he pulled away from her, peeling his shirt off.
“What are you doing?” she nearly moaned, eyes roaming his defined body.
“I wanna see what it’s like just the two of us,” he replied, kissing her again.
“But is it okay without Kikyo?”
“It’ll be fine,” he said against her lips, quickly ducking in to kiss her again, like he couldn’t bear to be parted from her.
Kagome had desperately wanted to kiss him but had never made a move, feeling too awkward with Kikyo there, even if she did kiss Kikyo. Was this really okay? Kikyo did say in the beginning that Kagome would be in a relationship with both of them, so even if they weren’t all together at once, one dalliance on the beach that the lady of the house had been invited to wasn’t going to change anything. The last of her reserves were all swept away somewhere else by the tide of Inuyasha’s advances. As the half-demon tugged her t-shirt dress up and over her head, leaving her completely naked, she became somewhat self-conscious. It was daytime and they were outside. Sure, they had a long private road that led to their house, no neighbors in sight, security cameras everywhere, and an electric gate as well as the natural rock formations that kept them secluded, but she still felt strange. A helicopter filled with perverts could fly overhead any second, take her picture, post it online, have it go viral, and then where would she be?
“Maybe we should—”
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Inuyasha groaned, sucking on her neck. His clawed fingers were folded, knuckles rubbing at her clit. Kagome forgot what she had been about to say, and then she forgot that she had said anything at all.
“Please,” she gasped, her hips rotating in partnership with his hand.
Her lover smirked against her neck and trailed his tongue down to her breast, kissing one of her nipples that had become stiff with arousal rather than the cold. Taking it between his teeth, he teased her with the lightest of bites before running his tongue around the small circle of her areola and sucking. Kagome’s hands tangled in his hair, pushing him onto her further, trying to force her breast into his hot mouth. She wanted his tongue everywhere at once, up and down below. It didn’t even occur to her that she had another lover within the house that would be willing and able to help satisfy her desires. She just wanted him.
Inuyasha pulled away from her, taking the warmth of his mouth from her breast and the lovely friction of his hand from her core. She shivered and opened her eyes, wondering when she had closed them. A feeling of denim hit her calves and she saw Inuyasha was hurriedly taking off his jeans, exposing his erect cock. Since they had begun their arrangement, nobody really felt much like wearing undergarments since they just got in the way. Privately, Kagome thought it was about time they stopped wearing clothes altogether, but felt that would be pushing things into crazy territory and she didn’t want to live like she was in a porno. Some semblance of normality was needed to keep things from feeling like they had just jumped off the deep end into something none of them were prepared for.
“You’re hungry for cock, aren’t you,” he growled, a small, crooked smile on his face. It wasn’t a question.
Kagome nodded, eyes on the only part of him she had really gotten to know. Feeling wicked from being worked up and then temporarily deprived, she began playing with her breasts, rubbing the saliva he had left on her into her skin, whimpering with need. His eyes widened just a fraction and she knew she had him. “Please,” she said again, voice weak from how strongly she needed him.
Inuyasha savagely spread her legs further and their lips clashed together yet again, like he still couldn’t get enough of kissing her. She felt the same, and lost herself further in the kiss, getting strange fluttery feelings in her stomach that she’d never felt before, even when fucking him or his gorgeous wife or any of her past boyfriends. He pulled away, looking down at her with smoldering eyes, his hand cradling her cheek. One last kiss, this one soft and fleeting, and then they were both guiding his cock into her passage one inch at a time. She began trembling when he barely got the tip inside, anticipation for what she knew was going to be more than just damn good sex making the muscles in her leg stiffen. Slowly, he slid inside her, hands moving from her thighs to her bottom, claws trailing along her skin. Putting a hand to cover her mouth, she swallowed the loud moan that had been so close to escaping.
The half-demon above her snatched her hand and pinned it down to the sand. “Let’s see how loud you can get. You better not fucking hold back.”
She nodded, and when he was sure she would obey, he let go of her hand and began to rub her clit, the slow, dragging circles in contrast with his increasing thrusts. Kagome’s hips met his every time, a moan being dragged from her lips seemingly every minute, varying in length and volume and pitch. Wordless moans turned without her permission into moans of his name. His ears flicked and he stopped. Too worked up to think of what had made him cease moving, Kagome just whimpered and pumped her hips faster, more in an attempt to get off than trying to entice him to continue, mind completely gone. After a few seconds of that, he shook his head slightly and continued with a vengeance, abandoning her clit to just savagely pound into her. In the moment, Kagome was surprised to discover that was just fine. Anything he did to her was welcome.
“I-I’m gonna…” She interrupted herself with a small shriek. Her orgasm came quick, and it was a big one that made her entire body quake.
“Say my name again,” he panted as he continued to relentlessly thrust. “Do it, Kagome. Scream my name when I fuck you.”
“Inuyasha!” It was more of a whimper than a scream, but that seemed to suffice, and he smirked down at her.
His mouth was suddenly upon her distended nipple and she had another small orgasm while still quaking with the aftershocks of her first. Inuyasha groaned into her skin and his movements became jerkier and erratic, signaling his end. Finally, with one last frantic push inside her, he spilled his essence, staying clasped inside of her until she shifted uncomfortably and he pulled out. Somehow, after something so passionate and intimate and brief, things were even more awkward than they had been before. But it was a good awkward, Kagome thought, glancing at the half-demon in the sand next to her. Her face heated and it was difficult to hold back a goofy smile.
“We should go back,” he said with a soft grunt, lazily pulling his jeans back on.
“…Yeah,” she whispered. So much for pillow talk. Grabbing her dress from where it had ended up in some damp sand, Inuyasha threw it in her general direction where it hit her face. “Such a gentleman,” she grumbled.
He didn’t seem to have heard her and just stared at the group of squawking seagulls near the tide pools that had gathered to watch the live porno. Even after the dose of post-sex reality, Kagome was unable to push away the girlish feeling inside. Feelings like that were dangerous in this situation, she realized.
“Come on,” Inuyasha said, rising to his feet. He held out one clawed hand for her and she took it, amazed at how he was so warm when everything else was so cold. “We better hurry.”
They walked hand in hand back to the house, and he only let go right before they went through the front door. A little hurt at him suddenly dropping her hand like it was rotting garbage, she opened her mouth to say something insulting, but Inuyasha did it first.
“How’d you like the show?” he asked slyly, going over to the couch and sprawling out on it, making the large piece of furniture abruptly seem small and delicate.
Kagome belatedly noticed Kikyo standing across from them. “You are deliberately trying to make me hate you,” she hissed, narrowing her eyes in a spiteful glare.
A stunned look briefly flitted across the half-demon’s face before he covered up his hurt with defiance masquerading as confidence. “You’re the one who bought us a private whore. Don’t lose your shit when I decide to use her too.”
Kagome’s throat was burning tight and she couldn’t get rid of the dirty self-hatred itching its way through her veins from her heart. She had really, really liked him. And she thought he felt the same way. Though she wanted to cry, needed to cry, she forced her tears back, feeling like that little boy with his finger in a hole in the dam only there were a thousand holes and she had long run out of fingers and even toes. For a moment, he had made her feel like everything was going to be okay, more than her mother or Kikyo or even the hopeful little voice she let loose at night made her feel. But now he had taken it all back and tainted a beautiful memory still in the making.
“It’s not your fault, Kagome,” Kikyo said gently, ignoring her husband, which made him even angrier. “I understand all this is hard for you, and—Damn it, Inuyasha, you made her cry!”
In that moment, Kagome hated Kikyo. Just a bit. She hated her for pointing out her moment of weakness, for tempting her into this “relationship”, for being so kind, for being the one Inuyasha wanted so much that he was willing to hurt someone he barely even knew just to get her attention. But then she remembered who she really hated, and the blaze of fury burning inside her eclipsed whatever negative feelings she had toward Kikyo. Inuyasha was the one who deserved her hatred. She couldn’t even look at him anymore.
“I-I’m not going to do anything with him anymore,” she said, trying her best to sound normal and failing terribly, her throat too tight to make her sound like anything but a weepy child.
“Oh, Kagome,” Kikyo said softly, putting an arm around her and bringing her close. “That’s fine, darling, you and I will stay in the guest room and that monster can rot alone.”
The crying girl let Kikyo lead her to a room she had not yet explored upstairs. It was all the way down the hall from the master bedroom and slightly smaller. Plainly decorated, it had only a full bed and wardrobe with a desk shoved into a corner. Even still, it managed to be charming. Barely noticing any of that, Kagome threw herself on the bed, crying into the puffy white comforter as hard as she allowed herself while being observed.
“H-he acted s-so nice and I thought he wanted to be friends!” Kagome moaned.
A warm hand stroked her hair and suddenly everything wasn’t so overwhelmingly foreign and she allowed herself to be consoled.
“I don’t know why he’s being so selfish,” Kikyo said, mostly to herself. “I’m going to go down there and make him see what he’s done.”
“Don’t leave me,” Kagome whimpered, turning over and grabbing the hand that gave her comfort. “Please. Just for a little while.”
Kikyo’s face softened and took on an almost maternal look. “I’ll stay,” she whispered, bending down to give her a small kiss on the lips. With some quick repositioning, they lay facing each other in an embrace, her face pressed against the softness of her professor’s neck, surrounded in her loving warmth.
And so Kagome cried herself to sleep.
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She awoke sometime later, the setting sun shining through her window and interrupting her quickly dissipating dream of making dinner at home with her family, laughing and talking to her grandfather. Her heart ached for a moment, remembering he was nothing more than ash now, but she had decided tears didn’t look very good on her so she had better quit the crying. Remembering Kikyo was with her when she had fallen asleep, she looked around the tiny room, as though the older woman could be hiding in the wardrobe or under the bed. Why wasn’t she here?
Rising to her feet, she made her way out of the room, intending to go downstairs and make herself a sandwich for dinner if there wasn’t already anything to be prepared. Hearing Kikyo’s voice in the master bedroom made her pause and change course, wanting to ask her why she hadn’t woken her up. Turning the door knob, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Inuyasha was moving over Kikyo, eyes closed in his bliss as she kissed him, not pounding into his wife as he had done with her, but using smooth, deep strokes. Every action of his was filled with tenderness and the way Kikyo reacted showed how very much she appreciated it. Her lips were swollen from the attention they’d been given and her eyes were dark and hazy, filled with lust. Kagome’s lower lip trembled. Never had anyone treated her the way they were treating each other. As kind as Kikyo had been with her, as gentle as she’d treated her, she’d never been slow and loving like that. With her, they both just wanted to get off. There were no emotions involved during the coupling, no connecting of souls. Was it because she was new to them? Or was it a lie that they were all in a relationship?
She was just a whore, like Inuyasha had said.
As if she sensed her, Kikyo whipped her head in the direction of the door, eyes going wide as she whispered her name, pity in her voice.
The hurt in her heart went beyond the emotional kind this time. It felt real, physical. She could barely breathe. Tearing herself away from the scene of two people in love, she stumbled in her stockinged feet back towards where she’d come from, trying to be quiet but not possessing enough internal steadiness to do so. As silently as possible, she shut her door, leaning against it briefly before leaping into her bed. Almost immediately, she heard footsteps in the hallway. Burrowing under the covers, she tried to appear asleep, realizing dimly how incredibly stupid that was since she had left the scene not even a few minutes ago.
The door to her room opened and closed softly.
“Sorry, Kikyo, I don’t feel like talking right now,” Kagome said in a ridiculously fake cheerful voice. But she was too torn apart to briefly put herself back together enough to be normal for a while.
“It’s me.” The rough voice sent chills down her spine and made her stomach hurt with anger and something she couldn’t identify. “You walked in on us trying to work shit out… It was about our marriage, which was the only reason why you weren’t invited, I guess.”
Was that supposed to make her feel better?
He continued, “Look, Kikyo told me how much you were bothered by what I said, and I’m sorry, alright? I don’t ever say that, so you should appreciate it.”
Kagome didn’t respond, instead turning on her side to face the side of the room which didn’t have a complete jerk-off haunting the space. She felt Inuyasha sit down on the bed and just barely stopped herself from kicking him off.
“I’m sorry, okay?” he said, voice sounding strained, and for a second she thought he really meant it. Then she remembered what a bastard he was and summoned back her earlier anger, dismayed when she found it wouldn’t regroup in such a strong mass as before. “I’m sorry for using you to get a rise out of Kikyo. It’s just hard sometimes because I never know what she’s thinking and the only times she ever acts like a woman is when it comes to you.” He paused, expecting her to say something. Just when she thought he was about to leave, the man who turned out to be not of such few words said, “I wasn’t really using you, you know. It looked bad, I get that, but I did really, really want to get you alone. I wanted to fuck you just the two of us, see what it’s like when there’s no one else to distract… I wanted to make Kikyo jealous, too, and this was like killing two birds with one stone.”
Kagome shifted a little, wondering if he’d tell her his entire fucking life story now that she only wanted him gone.
“…When I first met Kikyo,” he started, sounding wistful and making her stomach hurt even more, “I couldn’t think about anything else but her. Until she sprung it on me that she wanted to have sex with someone else, I thought she felt the same way I did.” That made Kagome’s heat go cold. Hearing things from his point of view made her feel terribly guilty. “We never fought before. Ever. Not a single time before her, uh, announcement. I’ve been racking my brain over and over since you got here, and I can’t remember a single sign that woulda showed me she wasn’t as in love as I was. Am. I don’t know… I don’t know where I went wrong.”
His voice quieted to a whisper at the end, and he didn’t have to tell Kagome for her to know this situation was killing him inside.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Kagome said, stiffening when she realized she had spoken out loud. “Kikyo just has, um, needs that you can’t possibly fulfill. Either temporary or permanent, that’s the way she is. That’s the woman you married.”
Inuyasha said nothing as he seemed to consider her words. Finally, he responded, “I really do like you, Kagome. I like you more than I’ve liked anyone in a long time, and I want us to be friends at least.”
“Okay,” she whispered, feeling weak in the knees even though they weren’t even supporting her.
“Look at me,” he said in that same deep, dark voice he used during sex.
She shivered. “I-I’m not ready to do that just yet.” It still hurt.
No sooner than she said that did she feel his calloused hand cover her shut eyes, his other hand going to her shoulder and turning her over onto her back. Before she could ask what the hell he was doing, his lips covered hers, turning her squeak of anger into a moan of acquiescence with ease. His fangs nibbled at her lower lip with all the gentleness such things could possess, and she opened her mouth to him and her heart.
“Goodnight, Kagome” he whispered against her skin, pulling away and getting off the bed.
“G-goodnight,” she gasped, finally opening her eyes to see his broad, bare back as he shut the door and went back to his wife.
End Note: Cue “Complicated” by Avril Lavigne.
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