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The S-android	By : Karaumea Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 10141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I neither own Inuyasha or the other characters from the anime/manga, nor do I make any money by writing this story. However, the S-android belongs to me.

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The citrus in this chapter is dedicated to my dear friend and beta, Ai Kisugi. Thanks for all the help and encouragement you've so graciously given me, girl!
Warning: This chapter contains lemon.
Chapter 5: Unleashed
The heavy metal door slid open with a barely audible ‘tssh.' After making sure that there was no one in the corridor to witness her suspicious behavior, she sneaked into the unoccupied room where she knew there were the tools she needed in order to make an untraceable call. A couple of mocha orbs searched the room before her gaze settled on the panel she intended to use.

With hurried steps she approached the panel and proceeded to punch in several codes. Yes, it was primal. However, unvoiced commands were not stored in the memory, and even if they were, it would be harder to trace it back to her. She couldn't afford to be caught. When she was done, she held her breath and waited for the connection to be established.

She gasped as an all too familiar figure appeared next to her. The hologram was a little distorted due to the outdated technology they were using, but she could still see him clearly towering above her. It was an intimidating sight indeed, especially with that dark cloak covering his long figure and the upper half of his face. She looked up at his eyes shadowed by the hood of his dark cloak when he spoke, "I'm listening."

"We're landing in less than ten hours."

A barely recognizable nod of his head was the only response she received before she continued, "I don't think I'll manage to contact you again once we do."

His cloak flowed in the wind to reveal the black leather hugging his lean but muscular form. Wind? Now that was odd. Intrigued, she couldn't help but ask, "Where are you?"

His lips slightly twitched under her intense gaze. Wait a minute... Was it her imagination, or did he just smirk at her? Before she could utter another word, he cut the connection, leaving her looking at the empty wall behind where he stood a moment ago. What did she expect? An answer? Yeah, right.

With an irritated sigh she shook her head and took out a minuscule bottle from her belt. Spraying the panel with the strong deodorizer so as not to leave her scent around for the wolves, Rin muttered under her breath, "Jerk."

~*~

In the darkness of the cloudy night sky, nobody noticed a black figure standing atop a worn out building. A pair of golden eyes flashed under the shade of his hood as he scanned the sight below him, his cloak whipping wildly in the night wind. It didn't matter. The cloak would cover his scent as long as he wore it. In the blink of an eye he jumped, and like a phantom, he glided down the side of the building soundlessly. His leather boots touched the ground distorted with the remnants of a shipwreck, causing his lips to curve down in distaste and eliciting startled gasps from the few miserable humans lurking in the vicinity.

It had been quite some time since the crash, but the scent still permeated the area. The unmistakable odor of a dog-demon tainted with humanity - a hanyou. His scent. So familiar, yet still unknown ...

What surprised him was that he had been right in his suspicions. After all, how many half-demons were out there, still alive? He had once thought that there was none. But now that he could smell it for himself ... He was definitely on the right track.

Surely, the wolves would be able to smell it, too - the ass-licking bastards. Luckily, he was almost ten hours ahead of them. He couldn't let them interfere. This was his job. He was going to be the one to seize the hanyou.

He slightly bent his head and sniffed to catch the fugitive's trail on the ground before starting in that direction. In the eyes of those cowering in the shadows, he was a dark angel from hell floating on their world with a deadly grace. A dark chuckle left his lips as the fear in the air became more potent. Perhaps, they were right...

~*~

An involuntary growl escaped his lips before he suppressed it like he had done so many times for the last few hours. He could feel the restlessness of the demon within him, mercilessly clawing at his insides, demanding to be released. He was sure he would have transformed by now if it hadn't been for the jewel in his hand - the one he had stolen recently, and in doing so - got himself into this mess.

He didn't know why, but he knew the little pink ball was something important - very important. Shit, one look at everything that had happened since he had laid his hands on it was the proof of it. He wasn't sure what the jewel could do or what it had been used for, but it seemed quite harmless in his hand. What's the deal with you, Pinkie? What the fuck could a pretty little thing like you have done to have big bad guys running after you? He sighed, receiving no answers from the inanimate object. Somehow he knew that ‘Pinkie' was keeping him from transforming though. He could feel the coolness radiating from it, soothing the fire that was his demon... unlike the girl who was lying sprawled upon her bed only a few feet away from where he was sitting in his usual corner.

Every second of today had been torment on him. After that fiasco in the bathroom, she had left, leaving him alone with the memory of her softness in his hands, the image of her gorgeous nakedness in his eyes, the taste of her sweet skin on his tongue, and the lingering scent of her arousal in the very air he breathed, driving him closer to the brink of insanity with each passing second.

When she returned in the evening, she had acted like nothing had happened with a never-ceasing smile on her face. He knew that fake smile had been a lame attempt to hide her reaction to his presence. He couldn't blame her though. The little wench had no idea that he could smell the spike in her scent whenever their eyes met.

She had made him play some stupid game with her all evening - probably to keep him occupied and away from her person. Honestly, he was dying to play with her - in a different sense, of course. However, her nervousness had been so palpable; he had decided to humor her without a fuss.

The game had turned out to be more fun than he would like to admit. Something called ‘chess,' in which holograms of two little armies beat the shit out of each other on their command. "It's a classic," she had said. Classic or not, he had especially enjoyed it when his knight in dark armor had decapitated her white one with its little sword of fire. Damn... What he wouldn't give to have such a cool sword! His mirth had grown even more when she had squeaked in fear seeing her dead knight's head rolling over the war field, which had actually been the small table in her room. Needless to say, her reactions had been even more interesting than the game itself. At one point, so engaged she had been in the game, she had tried to shoo his little soldiers away with her hands - those milky appendages that should forever stay clean of dirt and blood. Bewitched, he had captured her hands in his to keep them away from the pseudo-war-field, away from danger as if the holograms could hurt her. With a startled gasp, she had looked up... and they had found themselves back in square one with her tantalizing aroma in his nostrils and a blush on her cheeks. Letting go of her hands, he had gripped his seat hoping that it would keep him there.

About half an hour later, just when they had both managed to concentrate on the game and become relatively comfortable in each other's presence, his right ear (a.k.a. the cursed ear) had started twitching while he had been waiting for her next move, taking the girl's attention away from the game. Hearing her poorly suppressed giggle, he had looked up, and their eyes had clashed causing a chain reaction of cute blushes and strong waves of alluring scents resulting in one overly nervous girl, one heavily aroused hanyou, and ten deep gashes under the said hanyou's seat.

He growled remembering how her scent had invaded his nose, mercilessly taunting him all evening. ‘Pinkie' sent him a new wave of coolness which was quite welcome by the restless hanyou. Taking a deep breath, he leaned his head back on the wall behind him and closed his eyes, desperately clutching the jewel in his palm.

He chuckled lightly remembering how her cheeks had flushed. She was so innocent, so naïve, so...so...pure. Even if she wanted to be with him, it wouldn't be fair to her when he finally ran away once more just in a few days. He couldn't stay there forever. Surely, those bastards would be sniffing around to find him at any moment. Besides, she thought he was a damn robot! He might be a thief without morals, but he wasn't low enough to take advantage of an unsuspecting girl - one that was as kind as she was. He wasn't Miroku, dammit!

The girl in question moaned in her sleep causing his ears to lie back on his head. He gritted his teeth against the rather disturbing images that could produce such a sound from her - images that extracted currently unwelcome reactions from his nether regions. She shifted in bed, the motion sending new waves of her fragrance to the air he breathed, threatening to drug his conscious. What the fuck is wrong with me, dammit?!

He had to get out of there before doing something he would actually regret for the first time in his life. Get out... How the hell do I do that? The search for ‘the fugitive' was over, but the security of the building was doubled. All the entrances were under strict surveillance. The entrances, not the exits... His eyes snapped open. The exits! Of course! All buildings in this planet had their own garbage disposal units that supplied each structure's energy needs. The habitants of this planet called ‘earth' had a significant obsession with keeping the environment clean-possibly due to the fact that life here had been under severe danger because of pollution at some point in the past - and they had found several ways to make use of their own garbage in producing energy, saving the planet from self-destruction and solving their energy problems in the process. If Miroku hadn't been pulling his leg when he had been rambling about his precious planet, there had to be huge ducts under the buildings, leading to a central establishment outside the city where the garbage that could not be used in individual disposal units would be processed by more advanced machinery. If he could somehow reach one of those ducts...

All thoughts of leaving escaped his mind along with the ability to think coherently with one small motion from the delicate creature that showed him a glimpse of heaven only to keep him from reaching there. She pushed the blanket off of her, and his name left her lips accompanied by a soft moan, "Yash."

An unexpected surge of power pulsed in him when he heard her. As if awakening from a decade long sleep, his senses were bombarded with a load of information at once, extracting a gasp from his throat at their intensity. Her rapid breaths rang in his ears as if they were coming out of his own lungs. He could hear every beat of her heart next to his own, the rush of her blood in her heated body causing his own to boil in his veins. The swishing of her eyelashes as her eyes moved under their lids combined with the sound of the small beads of sweat rolling down on her skin...and the smell...He almost choked when he breathed in the air thick with her arousal. Crouching on all fours, he slowly approached the bed like the predator that he was, the fact that ‘Pinkie' was left where he had sat and that his claws were longer than usual escaped his notice.

Reaching the bed, he looked up, his ears twitching slightly, catching every little sound coming from the beautiful creature lying before him. Her body was alight with the heat radiating off of her skin, a thin layer of sweat making it shine under his unusually sharp gaze, causing his nostrils to flare just to get more of its intoxicating aroma.

Still on his hands and knees, he drank in her appearance greedily and growled appreciatively at the sight before him. Her one arm was raised over her head, resting on her pillow, while the other traveled down her throat to tug at the neckline of her nightgown as if she wanted to be freed from it. He could see the two small peeks on her breasts pushing up against the thin material of the garment that hid her from his hungry gaze. He smirked evilly as he glared at the offending piece of fabric which wasn't going to live longer if he had any say in it.

Nothing could come between him and his bitch.

Traveling down, his eyes left nothing untouched by his lustful gaze on her quivering form finally to rest on her feet lying right in front of his nose. One little toe twitched, the action shamelessly mimicked by his cursed ear almost simultaneously. He was mesmerized by the milky texture of the small appendage and the scent wafting from it. As if drawn by an unseen force, he leaned forward and let the tip of his tongue taste the underside of her toe. The object of his attentions jerked away at the unexpected touch, and he whined softly. It tasted better than it smelled! Without wasting a second, he raised his hand to lightly rest it on her ankle and started giving slow but long licks to the delicious appendage in his clutches, causing the girl moan his name once more. He vaguely registered that his fangs felt longer than usual, but he paid it no mind. A dog demon had more important things to care about - like paying attention to his bitch when she begged for it.

She whimpered, trying to pull her foot away, but his hold on her ankle did not let her. He growled soothingly and felt her relax almost instantly. The scent that drove him to her in the first place was getting more intense with his ministrations, and he liked it. Even more than that, he liked the way his own essence clung to hers after his touch - so much so that he wanted to drown in it.

As he indulged in the sweetness of the smooth skin under the petite foot with long and languid strikes of his tongue, the toe he had abandoned twitched again, catching his attention once more. His tongue frozen mid-lick, he fixed his gaze on the fascinating appendage, his eyes getting slightly crossed due to the proximity.

It twitched again, and he blinked.

In the next instant, he attacked the diminutive digit like a cat jumping on a mouse. Catching it in his mouth, he started sucking on it like a baby. His ears perked up when he heard a rather loud moan in response to his efforts. His lips puckered around the base of his prey, he looked up, his focus returning to the owner of his precious toy.

The delicate hand that had been tugging on the neckline of her nightgown the last time he had seen it was now sliding down slowly, closely followed by its twin trailing down her neck. Their journey to the south came to a halt once each had a firm grasp on her breasts. He sucked on his make-shift teat harshly when she squeezed those shapely orbs and arched her back up. An impatient growl started in his chest at the teasing sight - the vibrations causing goose bumps on her skin. She pulled her free leg up, bending it at the knee and opening more of herself to him.

Although he was happy with what he had, he decided that it was time to move on in search of more alluring treasures waiting to be found. Leaving her foot, he licked his way up her calve while the claws of his other hand trailed up her leg. Her breathing quickened as his tongue and lips got acquainted with more of her skin. Taking his time to savor the taste of her supple thigh, he slowly inched closer to his destination - to the one place that maddening scent emanated from - knowing that there was a much better feast waiting for him. Her frantic heartbeat was an ancient war call of drums in his ears, coaxing him to attack her with all that he had, and attack her he was going to do.

A slight movement caught his eye from above. Never breaking the connection of his lips with her honeyed skin, he glanced up to see her hand sneaking in her panties. Not so fast. Letting out a warning growl, he caught her hand in his, effectively trapping it under the thin fabric. She whimpered and arched her hips towards their combined hands. He nipped at the inside of her thigh to punish her impatience. She became still for a second before she moaned and raised her abused leg as well, wrapping it around his torso and imprisoning him in a silken cage.

Her other hand finally won its battle with her nightgown and managed to free one deliciously creamy mound from its confinement under the fine garment. She cupped her breast mercilessly, the darkened nub peeking from between her fingers a beacon to his eyes. The tug of her hand under his larger one broke his trance and brought his attention back to the task at hand. Keeping an eye on the maddening sight of her pleasuring herself, he followed his nose to the origin of her alluring aroma. His eyes rolled back as the tip of his nose touched the wet cloth and she whimpered. A similar sound escaped his throat as he marveled on how ready she was to receive him. Breathing deeply, he turned his face from left to right to take in her fragrance from every angle possible. As he did so, his nose must have pressed on that precious part of her body for the cry that left her lips could have easily deafened him.

He licked the side of her panties, causing the girl buck her hips up towards his touch. Smirking at her unconscious wantonness, he took her hand from under her panties and brought it close to his lips. He cleaned the delicate digits coated in her essence, indulging in her sweetness which complemented her ravishing fragrance perfectly.

Once he was finished, he found himself craving for more. He had to get to the source of this delicious dessert. Keeping her in place with his two arms wrapped around her upper thighs, he bit the edge of the little piece of cloth keeping him from his goal. He tugged softly with the intention of getting it out of his way. His fangs brushed her skin in his attempt, and she whimpered once more. Sneaking a glance at her face, he saw that her eyes were half-lidded now, darkened with lust so that they looked almost black in the dim light. His groin tightened to the point of pain when their gazes met. With a frustrated growl, he shook his head from side to side, ripping the fabric clutched between his fangs into pieces.

Finally free of the barrier that kept him from his prey, he buried his nose into the now defenseless pink folds bared to his gaze. She moaned his name as her hands flew to his head, taking a hold of his hair and forcing him to stay where he was - as if he had any intention of leaving his new-found heaven. He smirked before letting his tongue slide out of his mouth and glide over her lips in an agonizingly slow pace. She cried out like he knew she would when he flicked the hardened nub atop her folds. Her hold on his hair tightened, silently begging him for more, and he willingly obliged, feasting on the succulent flesh like a starving dog.

He could hear the rush of fluids in her system beneath her loud cries of pleasure as well as his own frantic heartbeat. He let his tongue slide through her entrance, the sweetness of her nectar pushing him to the edge. His member pulsed in anticipation and jealousy at the hot and slick tightness surrounding the lucky appendage in his mouth. Like a desperate prayer he heard his name combined with pleas for more escape from her rosy lips, and he repeated the action over and over. He let his fangs brush her sensitive spot once and again as her juices coated the lower part of his face and dripped down his chin. Delving his tongue inside her core once more, he reveled in the force of her walls crumpling around him, signaling him that she was close ... too close. Not wanting to let her escape so easily, he grudgingly tore himself away from her and crawled up to hover over her enraptured form.

Panting, she looked at him, her eyes half-closed with both sleepiness and the welcome effects of his assault on her. She raised her hands slowly and placed them on his cheeks. Her gaze slid down to his cheekbones as she tenderly traced them with her thumbs before it settled on his swollen lips. She licked her own lips hungrily before forcing his face down to meet hers in a fevered kiss. He growled, feeling her soft but firm lips, even sweeter than he remembered when combined with the taste of her essence still on his tongue. Her moan was accompanied by one of his own. She arched her back, causing a maddening friction between their bodies.

If only there weren't so many barriers... That problem was partially solved when his sharp claws made quick work of her nightgown, leaving nothing but scattered pieces of cloth on the bed. His hand traveled up the smooth planes of her abdomen to cup her breast. She gasped at the unexpected touch, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. As he coaxed her tongue to play with his, he felt her hands trace the neckline of his overalls. She opened the front of the garment and pushed it off of his shoulders, trailing her fingers over his heated skin in the process and extracting a moan combined with a growl from him.

Letting go of her breast, he quickly freed his arms from the constricting cloth and shoved it down the rest of his body. After getting rid of his clothes completely, he positioned himself over her before capturing her lips. His member slid over her slick folds, and he groaned in need, breaking the kiss in the process. Leaving her bruised lips to give the breathless girl access to some much needed air, he kissed his way down her throat. As he sucked on the junction of her neck and shoulder, he felt her arms wrap around his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh in her struggle to keep him close. Suddenly, his fangs tingled teasingly and he felt a strange urge to bite her. Paying it no mind, he gave his attention to tasting her. There was no point in hurting his prey when he could do so such more ...

Instead of rooting his fangs into the delicate piece of skin, he nibbled it tenderly and soothed the abused surface with languid strokes of his tongue. His ears perked up as he heard her moan his name - a breathy prayer begging him for ... something. Something he knew would kill them both if they waited any longer. It was time to take what had been denied to him for too long. Taking a hold of his shaft, he placed it above her entrance, and burying his face into her neck, he sheathed himself in her with one strong push.

The first thing his brain registered from its place over the clouds was the impossible hotness tightening around him, sending him dangerously close to the edge. The next instant, he heard her cry out, the sound muffled after a second as he felt blunt teeth pierce through the sensitive skin of his ear. Pain mixed with pleasure, and he found his own fangs buried in her neck before he could even blink, a feral growl rumbling through his chest on its own accord.

Surprisingly, his bite caused the girl to relax. She released his ear, licking it in the process. A scorching wave of rapture passed through him, and he couldn't have stopped his hips from thrusting into her even if he wanted to. She moaned his name. Encouraged, he repeated the action ... then again ... and again. Soon he was ramming into her in abandon, her legs wrapped around his hips as she met his trusts with equal ferocity.

Returning to her lips, he found himself being sucked into her in every way possible, and he couldn't think of another place he would rather be. As her walls crumpled on him, and he followed her into oblivion blindly, all he could think was that this was pure bliss. This was heaven. This was ...

... home.

Completely spent, he fell onto her limp form, lazily kissing and licking the marks his fangs left on her neck. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he looked at her beautiful face aglow with sweat and the after effects of their activities. She gave him a tired smile and a small peck on the tip of his nose before drifting back to sleep. Sliding out of her carefully, he lay on his side and embraced her tightly in his arms. A few deep breaths later a small smile crept onto his face at the intensity of his scent on his bitch.

His bitch.

Wait a minute ... What?

As the cloud his instincts cast on his mind dissipated, the first coherent thought that crossed his mind was ...

Shit!

End of Chapter 5
End Notes
"See? I gave you one of your lemons. Now will you leave me alone so that I can write the next one?"

"You think you can escape so easily?"

"Easily? Are you saying that you didn't like the lemon?! How dare you ... you ... ungrateful baka! Do you think it was easy to write it?!"

"Who cares about the lemon?!"

"Oh, really? So you didn't like licking and sucking that oh so precious little foot of hers? I don't remember hearing you complain at the time!"

His eyes glazed over and he gulped remembering those sweet moments before he shook his head and snarled at her once more. "Keh! Do you think I'm that stupid? I saw what you wrote in there!"

Confused, she cocked her head to one side as she pondered what was in the new chapter that irritated the half-demon so much. Coming up with nothing, she whispered, "What in God's name are you talking about?"

Pointing to the monitor with one clawed hand, he shouted, "Fuck! That other stupid story of yours! That's what I'm fucking talking about!"

"My other story? You mean Heartless?" Her eyes widened in realization before narrowing down to slits with barely suppressed fury. "Inuyasha! Did you spy on my new chapter?"

He flinched visibly, his ears drooping down to get lost in his unruly mane. "What if I did?"

"You jerk! You can't just sneak around and read my personal documents. That's rude!"

"Oh, yeah?! And you messing with my life is not?!"

Caught off-guard, her retort died on her lips. Composing herself quickly, she turned her nose up to protect what little dignity she had left. "I don't want to argue with you anymore."

"What the fuck?!" The incredulity in his voice almost made her cringe ... almost.

Unfazed by the anger radiating off of the hanyou, she continued in a clipped tone, "You heard me. Now if you be a good boy and just shut up, I might consider making things right for you."

"Why you little..." He stopped short seeing the hard look in the young woman's eyes, telling him that she was indeed serious. With a loud growl, he clenched his fists before plopping down onto a cushion. Crossing his arms on his chest, he opted to glare at her as if he could control her mind if he tried hard enough.

Rolling her eyes at his childish antics, she turned her back on him and focused on the dreaded chapter the hanyou had been complaining about. Reading once more what she had already written, she confessed to herself that Dogboy was not completely unjustified in his outburst. The problem was.... How was she going to get him out of this mess? She sighed miserably before scolding herself. That's what you get if you insist on writing angst...
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