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The S-android	By : Karaumea Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 10142 -:- 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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Warning: Unreasonably horny S-androids and explicit descriptions of sexual activities.

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Special thanks to my lovely betas Ai Kisugi and Hedanicree.
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Chapter 6: It Wasn't a Dream?
Dawn was fast approaching, but the first lights of the yellow sun were far from chasing away the shadows in the old districts of the city once known as Tokyo. A tall, slim figure wrapped in a cloak darker than the shadows flew over an abandoned building and landed in an alley with deadly grace. The long garment made no noise as its bearer stealthily approached the alley's entrance. Under its hood, two golden orbs flashed in the darkness.

The cloaked figure inhaled once before ceasing to breathe completely. The inhabitants of this miserable planet - humans, as they called themselves - were indeed pathetic. They were not only weak and useless beings, but also stinky little creatures. How they managed to survive with all these nauseating odors surrounding them was beyond his imagination. Snorting in disgust and careful not to touch the moss covered wall, he gave his attention to the worn out, tall building across the street that had obviously seen better days.

It had been hard to find this place - harder than he had anticipated. The scent trail had been washed away or covered by humanoid odors at some places, and whenever it had, he had circled the perimeter until he had caught it again. After spending all night in search of the notorious half-demon's final location, the unique scent he had followed led him to this place.

As he watched, two bulky, bald men exited the building, carrying a long box that was large enough to contain a well-built human male. Or a hanyou. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, and he sniffed deeply to catch the object's scent before they loaded it to the transporter. Hmm... Mostly metal and some form of organism. Definitely not a hanyou.

He waited until the humans disappeared into the vehicle before he made his move. Flying over to the open door with lightening speed, he entered the building. He was met with the putrid odor of humidity and concrete stairs that spiraled upwards until one couldn't count the floors. Following the faint but certain scent of the half-breed, he jumped up three stories at a time and ended up at the top floor.

Two doors laid on the right of the stairway and two on the left. In the middle, a set of double doors shined in front of him. Following his nose, he turned to his right and stopped in front of a metal door. His ears caught the voice of a man approaching the door from the other side. Not wanting to waste time with useless confrontations, he slid to a narrow passage at the end of the corridor that opened up to a fire exit.

As he watched from the corner, a young human male with dark hair tied at the base of his neck exited the apartment. "Look," the man said exasperatedly. He was talking to the small device secured in his ear with a thin extension to his mouth. He locked the door to the apartment with a single press of his finger on the control panel next to the doorframe. "I managed to fool security, but if the others come in here, they won't miss my goodies. And I'm not willing to try and bribe those devious creatures into keeping my secret."

Standing in front of the double doors, he pushed one more button and started waiting for the ancient contraption to reach the floor as he continued to listen to the person rant on the other side of his small ear device. As if he sensed something, the young man looked toward where the intruder was hiding. Poison flared green at the tip of sharp claws as the alien prepared to behead the stupid human if need be. Luckily for the little bastard, the elevator chose that moment to announce its arrival with a soft hiss. Shaking his head, the man entered the tiny space.

"Too late, Mushin," he heard the human say as the doors closed. "I've already loaded everything and I'm on my way."

When the coast was clear, he stood once again in front of the door and merely raised his eyebrow at the lock that dared to stand in his way. With a few small drops of poison from his claws, the miserable metal melted away. Pushing the door open, he stepped in.
He took a deep breath and instantly cursed, noticing the absence of the hanyou. He searched the rotten place and ended up at a door that led to open space. This was where his prey had last set foot upon.

The interesting part was that the half-breed hadn't been alone. He had left with two women. One of them was an ordinary human - as stinky as they came. And the other was... He sniffed more carefully to identify the source of the third fragrance. Perhaps for the first time in his life, the dog demon's eyes widened in surprise. Was there something called destiny or were the gods making fun of him? He snorted, the sound barely audible even by his own ears. Sesshoumaru did not believe in such a thing as destiny. This must be a cosmic joke.

He could extend his aura to find the half-breed; it would be easy to sense him if he was not far away since they were both dog demons. But then, there was a chance that the hanyou could sense his presence and leave the hole he was hiding in, forcing Sesshoumaru to chase him to God knew where this time. This was going to take more time than he would like. Clenching his jaw in frustration, he contacted his ship.

"Jaken."

"My Lord Sesshoumaru!" cried out a high-pitched voice.

"Confirm my location. Find every single ship that departed this place about...," he trailed off and inhaled deeply before continuing, "...two weeks ago. Send me a list of all the stops they made. You have two minutes."

"Yes, my Lord!" squeaked Jaken before his so-called lord cut the connection off.

Looking out to the city, Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes. "Soon, Inuyasha."

~*~

The first thing Inuyasha noticed as awareness stirred his senses was the delectable aroma gracing his nostrils. It was amazing how very sweet that scent was. It smelled of him, of her and of... Sex? No, that's not possible. I must be dreaming. But, damn! What a dream!

He sniffed once again and sighed in contentment. He tightened his hold on the pillow he had been clutching to his chest. The pillow moaned, and he caressed its silky, sweaty fabric in a soothing motion. His hand froze as the oddness of the situation dawned on him. A moaning pillow? What the...?

His eyes snapped open only to be met with the metallic ceiling of the dimly lit room. It was still night, and he was lying down. Why was he lying down? He should have been sitting up against the wall like he had been doing everynight for the last two weeks. He blinked in confusion before a slight movement atop his upper body and the warmth of soft breathing on his neck brought his gaze to the ‘pillow' in his arms.

Long ebony tresses fanned over his chest in luscious waves. A delicate, creamy arm was wrapped around his torso possessively. He could feel one of her legs lying between his thighs beneath the sheets. He couldn't see her eyes since they were buried in his neck but he could feel her eyelashes lightly tickle his skin. Kagome. She was sleeping in his arms - naked.

It hadn't been a dream.

A huge grin broke through his features at the memory of last night before the implications of his actions dampened his mood. He was in deep shit. No doubt, she was going to have a fit when she woke up. What was she going to do to him? Send him to be recycled? He cringed at that thought before forcing himself to relax. He would undoubtedly face the music when the time came, but until then, he was going to savor the moment.

With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath and instantly regretted it. The air was so thick with their combined fragrances, it was intoxicating. He felt the telltale beginnings of arousal in his lower regions. With an urgent need for distraction, he turned his attention to the girl's face. He tried his best to ignore the all too pleasant feeling of her leg pressing against his inner thighs while he lightly combed her hair with his claws. It was nice, he would admit, having her in his arms. He was going to miss this feeling once he finally left.
As he carefully pushed her silky mane to lie on her back, he noticed a red spot on the otherwise perfect skin of her neck. Frowning, he examined it more closely. A bite mark? What the fuck?! He blinked, hoping that he was hallucinating, but the two points where sharp fangs had pierced her flesh did not disappear. He would have cursed, at least mentally, if there was a word in the seven languages he spoke to adequately describe his shock.*

He had bitten her.

Why had he bitten her? Surely, he had spent many nights filled with passion before, but never had he acted so aggressively. Why now? Why her? Come to think of it, he had never transformed during sex before. That revelation brought out a humorless chuckle from the hanyou. It seemed that when he transformed, he was a monster regardless of where he was - even in bed.

Heaving a sigh, he carefully brushed the tips of his claws over the proof of his loss of control. The girl moaned softly and snuggled closer to him. He immediately stiffened when her hip pressed against his erection. A second later, the vertiginous scent of her arousal wafted through his nose - the scent that had caused him to lose control in the first place.

He had to get out. He had to distance himself from her before a replay of last night occurred. Besides, it wouldn't be wise to be in the danger zone when she found out what had happened.

Careful not to wake the girl, he slowly untangled their limbs and stood up. She whimpered in her sleep at the loss of his warmth before hugging his pillow instead. He couldn't keep the smile off his face as she sniffed once and with a soft sigh buried her nose into the pillow.

His amusement died the moment his gaze landed on her partially covered torso. Despite the curtain of her midnight tresses flowing down her back in soft waves, he could see the curve of her spine arching down on her narrow waist only to rise with the swell of her cute bottom beneath the sheets. Combined with the fragrance in the air, it was too much. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, digging his claws into his palms, as he made a mad dash for the bathroom.

Once the door closed behind him, he took a deep breath and sighed in relief when all he could smell was the lingering perfume of shampoos. He sagged against the door and shook his head in irritation. What the fuck is wrong with me? He had been around more beautiful women before and he hadn't even given them a glance. He had fucked sexier women and hadn't returned for a second round. He had thought it would be the same with her. He had thought he would be free of her inexplicable pull on him once he had her.

He had been wrong.

Why had he been wrong? How was it that her scent still affected him so much? He swept his hand over his face in frustration and decided to think about something - anything - other than his misery. It was then that he noticed what he had been looking at but not seeing for the past few minutes. The bathtub. Before he could even blink, the two encounters he had had with the source of his current problem in that very spot flashed before his mind's eye, and he found himself getting painfully excited again. Fucking great! As if I needed that reminder!

Growling, he pushed off the door and entered the shower cabinet. Hoping that a cold shock would repair his damaged control over his reactions, he turned on the water. He stood still as the cascade of cool water pounded on his heated skin, washing the maddening remnants of her scent away.

Absolutely maddening. It had such a strong effect on him that he had lost his mind; he had turned to a full demon. But somehow, his transformation had been different this time. The last time, he had almost killed Miroku. Why was it that he hadn't been filled with blood-lust last night? Perhaps, the fact that he had been blinded by a different kind of lust had something to do with it.

He smirked as he passed a hand through his wet locks, but it was soon replaced by a frown. He had wanted to protect her from himself only a few days ago. What did she do to him to make him forget about anything and everything but the desire to fuck her senseless? How did she render him so weak? And how did he let her do it?

He had promised not to touch her if she did not ask him to and he broke that promise. But, did he really? After all, she had called out to him; he could remember that much. That was as good as an invitation, wasn't it? He shook his head at his pathetic attempts to justify himself. It didn't matter if she called out to him; she hadn't been in her right mind.

The truth was that he had stolen something from her while she had done nothing but give him a place to hide. Despite being the thief that he was, even he wasn't low enough to steal from those weaker than himself. "It was only sex," he whispered to himself. He knew it. It meant nothing more than the fulfillment of their bodies' basic needs. It was natural. It was as insignificant as eating, right? Damn right.

Then, why do I feel like fucking shit?

Perhaps, it was because he knew that it was different for her. It was her first time. No matter how insignificant it was for him - and, it was insignificant, dammit! - he had stolen her most precious treasure, a treasure he couldn't give back even if he wanted to.

And, since when have I become such an honorable bastard?

He snorted at that thought as he turned the water from cold to hot and started scrubbing his chest. I'm not. I'm nowhere near honorable. I'm a fucking thief, dammit! It's about damn time I got over this. Locking his unwelcome thoughts and rarely felt guilt at the back of his mind, he focused on what his next step was going to be. What was going to happen now? It'll be best to sneak off before she wakes up and finds out what happened.

~*~

After the bathroom door closed with a soft hiss, the lone occupant of the bed stirred slightly. Long black eyelashes fluttered open, revealing two azure orbs dazed with sleep. Moaning softly, the girl nuzzled the pillow wrapped in her arms as if it was someone's chest. So soft... too soft. One creamy hand came out, searching to no avail for hard muscles, long tresses and fuzzy dog ears.

Kagome blinked in disorientation before she recognized the white cloth of her pillow. She took in a deep breath - Hmm, it smells nice - and let it out with a sigh as she turned to lie on her back.

He's not in bed. He's never been. She felt the pang of disappointment when she realized that it had been a dream. Of course it was a dream, stupid! Since when did she have the courage to call him to bed? She was a coward - afraid of her own desires. But, wasn't it the best dream she had ever had? A shy smile crept up her face as she digested that revelation. Yes, it was. It was even better than the one I had the night before.

Blushing madly, she pulled the sheet more tightly around her nude torso. Nude? She looked down only to find herself naked in bed, the sheet being the only censure protecting her modesty. With a squeak, she shot up in bed. Ashamed of her nudity, she clutched the white fabric to her chest and frantically searched for Yash.

Her gaze landed on the empty corner where the S-android was supposed to be. Her shoulders sagged, and she sighed in relief now that she knew her beloved robot was not peeping at her. Thank God, he's not here.

Suddenly, she gasped. Not here? But, where...? She looked around, this time hoping to catch a glimpse of the silver of his hair. He was indeed not in the room. Panic swelled in her chest, making it hard to breathe. Terrifying possibilities bombarded her mind as she started hyperventilating. Where could he have gone? Had security found him? Had they taken him away while she had been asleep? That wasn't possible, was it? She would have heard.... But, what if they had? What would happen to him then? Would they terminate him? Oh, God! What am I going to do?!

Against her distracting thoughts, her ears caught the faint sound of the shower coming from the bathroom. Understanding dawned on her, and she relaxed. He was in the shower. He was safe. Once her breathing returned to normal, a small smile pulled up the corners of her lips. Her expensive companion was taking good care of himself.

Noticing that it was still too early, she flanked herself back to the bed and winced as her muscles protested. What was wrong with her? She felt sore everywhere, especially down there. And come to think of it, why was she naked? She could remember wearing her pajamas before going to bed but she couldn't recall taking them off. As if someone else had.... Her mind went back to her dream where sharp claws had cut her clothes swiftly as she had writhed in passion, and she froze. Oh! Oh, God!

She sprang up again, throwing the sheets away. A dark red spot immediately caught her attention when she looked down. Blood. There was blood on her bed. With trembling hands, she reached down and traced the dried stain with her fingertips. My blood?

It hadn't been a dream.

Numbness came first with that realization. She didn't know where she was or what she was doing there as she sat on her bed still as a statue. I had sex with my S-android. Her mind repeated that thought over and over until her senses came back to life. Her chest tightened then, and her eyes pricked with tears threatening to fall down at any moment. I had sex with my S-android. Each time she repeated it, the heaviness of sadness gave way to the turmoil of anger. I had sex with my S-android...

...and it had been my first time.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of black by the foot of her bed, and without thinking, she reached for it. Snatching the S-android's overalls, she placed them on her lap. She glared at the offending object, her chest heaving with her rapidly rising anger. Why that little...! What had he been thinking? She was going to kill that robot once she got her hands on him.

Clenching the garment in her hands, she whimpered as she tried to tear it apart. The fabric wouldn't rip even with her hardest tugs, and soon, she gave up with a huff. Who was she kidding? She couldn't hurt a fly let alone hurt her most precious possession.

With the overalls still lying in her lap, she pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She couldn't believe it. She had sex for the first time in her life with a robot. She was at a loss as to what to feel about it. Her emotions were a jumbled mass, and she couldn't decide which one was more potent. Sadness because she lost her innocence? Anger because he had been the cause of it? Relief because she had wanted him since she had lain eyes on him but was too much of a coward to do anything about it?

Huffing in frustration, she grabbed his clothes from her lap. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at the inanimate object as if it was the cause of her problems. But, once his lingering scent hit her nose, she felt her irritation melt. A faint sparkle caught her attention, and she found a strand of long silver hair on the dark fabric. Holding it between two fingers, she couldn't help but remember how he let her comb his hair and pet those adorable ears of his. A small smile softened her features.

No, she thought to herself as she reveled in the memory of his silky mane under her fingers and the peaceful expression that would grace his handsome face under her touch.

No. I had sex with Yash.

Somehow, thinking of him as a person rather than an emotionless machine made her feel better. Somehow, it hurt less when she considered what they had done as one more thing she had shared with the only person she practically lived with.

But still, she couldn't comprehend how it happened. Robots did not have urges. They only did what they were told to do. Besides, he had made it clear that he would not touch her unless she asked him to. Robots did not lie. Was it possible that she had asked him to do that with her? Could she have called out to him while she was dreaming? It wouldn't be the first time she talked in her sleep; her grandfather had once mentioned that she had done it occasionally.

Oh, God! Grandpa would have a heart attack if he were alive.

That thought brought out a new onslaught of tears, but she willed them away. She must have talked in her sleep. It was either that or Yash was malfunctioning. Could that be the case? But, it didn't feel like he was malfunctioning last night. In fact, if felt like he was functioning perfectly. She felt her cheeks flame at that thought.

In either case, she had no one but herself to blame. She was a fool for accepting that S-android as a gift. With the way her body responded to his presence and those dreams she had been having, this was bound to happen sooner or later. Now, she had lost her virginity and she didn't even remember it. Well, not all of it.

She could recall a few memories regarding his tongue, her foot and other parts of her body, his claws and his... She squealed in shame and hid her burning face in her hands, but the images would not leave her mind. The way his muscles rippled over her, the gentleness of his claws as he caressed her, the completeness she felt as he filled her... And then, there were his eyes. They hadn't been their usual golden color that she adored. They had been blood-red. Were they supposed to be like that when he was performing his duties? Even though she liked it, she would prefer to see his golden orbs the next time. The next time. Just the thought of it sent a new wave of heat through her body.

~*~

Water continued to pour down from the shower head as Inuyasha hurriedly scrubbed his mane, determined to make his move and high tail out of this place as soon as possible. He hissed when the shampoo stung his ear. What the hell? Quickly rinsing his hair, he felt for the twitching appendage on his head. He gingerly passed his fingers over his ear only to find that it was marred. As he carefully massaged the abused organ to relieve some of the pain, memories from last night flooded back to his mind, and he felt the calming effect of the cold water on his lower regions disappear.

She had bitten him on the ear.

His right ear.

Dammit! I knew that ear was cursed!

~*~

Hmm... Come to think of it, red suits him too. Makes him look more dangerous. Kagome rolled her eyes at her errant thoughts. As if my only problem was the color of his eyes when he was... She growled as her mind went back to that action again. Oh, God! Stop thinking about it, stupid! Deciding to distract herself in any way possible, she flung her legs off the bed. Still flushed with excitement and embarrassment, she wrapped the sheet around her body and stood up.

She gasped as an intense desire coursed through her body, quickly turning into an aching need that pooled between her legs. Her knees buckled and she fell back on to the bed. She sat there until her heartbeat slowed down and her breathing returned to normal. What was that?

Befuddled, the young woman stood up slowly. Once she was sure that her legs wouldn't betray her, she made her way to the mirror, a tingling sensation still lingering in her lower regions. It felt almost like the longing she had felt last night while his lips and tongue had explored her body thoroughly. She groaned and tried to concentrate on her image in the mirror.

Her hair was tousled, and her lips were a nice shade of crimson. Her gaze traveled lower and fell on a red spot on her neck. A bite mark? Wow. Miroku wasn't kidding when he said that Yash had been made for those with ‘different tastes.' She giggled before refocusing her attention on her bruised flesh. She touched it carefully only to find out that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Now that she thought about it, she could remember exactly when it happened and how good it felt to have him inside her in more ways than one. Her breathing picked up, and her fingers continued to caress the marks as the longing she felt intensified thanks to her treacherous mind.

She jumped when a loud thump echoed in the room. It took her a few seconds to realize where the noise came from. Once she did, she rushed to the bathroom in a panic.

~*~

Inuyasha was just finished in the shower and was about to get out when the strangest thing happened. One second, he was wringing his hair and in the next, stars exploded behind his eyelids and he gasped as its waves hit him in the form of a consuming desire that spread through his whole being before gathering in his loins. His legs gave out under him, and with a loud thump, he found himself on his hands and knees. He was so stunned and so incredibly aroused that he couldn't even bring himself to curse.

Only after taking several deep breaths was he able to think again. What the fuck was that?! Supporting himself by the wall, he managed to get to his feet. Stupefied, he shakily exited the shower. He looked down at his painfully hard erection, standing tall and proud as if he hadn't had any action in years, and cursed profusely. Fuck! Now, I'll have to deal with that! He passed a hand through his wet bangs in frustration. He fucked the girl only a few hours ago, dammit! How many times did he have to jerk off in this damned place because of her?

It was then that he heard a gasp and looked up to see Kagome standing there, clad in the sheets they had rolled over last night, and the scent of their coupling wafting from her skin.

He gulped.

~*~

Kagome stood frozen at the sight before her. She hadn't thought before she barged in to the bathroom. And now, she seemed to have completely lost the ability to think. How could she, when the ‘God of Sex' stood in front of her in all his glory, the mist from his earlier shower still permeating the air around him and making him look even more surreal?

She greedily drank in the sight of him as her gaze traveled up and down the masterpiece that was her S-android. Droplets of water ran down his muscled legs. His manhood was standing erect proudly. Oh, my... I've never noticed before. Does it always stay like that? Perfectly defined abs rippled with the slightest movement, and his biceps performed a hypnotizing dance as his fists doubled and relaxed. His toned chest glistened with moisture as it rose and fell rapidly, almost feverishly. His Adam's apple bobbed, pulling her gaze upwards. His jaw was clenched, and his full lips were clasped in a thin line. And then, there were his eyes - molten lava burning with an inner fire that ignited a now familiar heat in her veins as he pierced something deep within her with his gaze. With his gaze...

He was watching her.

She gasped.

Suddenly overcame with embarrassment, she whirled away. Her heart drummed in her ears, and she placed her hand on her chest, over the fluttering butterfly in it. Forcing herself to relax, she slowly let her breath out.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to... to..." she stammered, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. Oh, God. Look at me. I'm pathetic! After last night, I still manage to blush! Last night... With that remembrance, anger came back. She turned to him with a huff and forgetting about his nakedness, she poked his chest with her finger, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"I will have you know, mister," she said as she continued to poke him - hard. "If you were alive, it wouldn't last long. I would kill you for what you did last night, if you were not a robot."

Hearing that, the S-android visibly stiffened and took a step back. Kagome unconsciously followed him and rose on her tiptoes as if she could be more intimidating if she reduced their prominent difference in height. Latching onto his forelocks, she forced his face closer as she glared up at him and asked, "Did you hear me?"

He nodded wordlessly, and his gaze flickered to her slightly pouting lips. Suddenly, she became aware of the warmth radiating off of him to her face and her chest that pushed against him with every gusty breath she took. And just like that, her emotions shifted once again from anger to excitement combined with a hint of panic and embarrassment. Before she knew what she was doing, she blurted out, "I-I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy it." Her eyes widened at her unexpected confession and flustered, she quickly added, "But that doesn't mean I'm okay with what happened!"

She quickly looked down and gulped nervously. She was still standing too close to him - so close that she could almost taste his dazzling fragrance on her tongue. Taking a step back, she gave him a timid smile. "I guess it's a good thing that you're a robot. Now, I don't have to kill you."

Her pitiful attempt at joking was more for her comfort then his amusement, and as expected, the S-android did not even bat an eye. Did robots have a sense of humor? That thought brought forth the lingering sadness she had oppressed before. Is it really a good thing that he's not real? Do I even know the difference anymore?

Her eyes stung with a new wave of tears. The S-android cocked his head to one side and watched her as if trying to read her mind. She shrugged and smiled wistfully before murmuring more to herself, "I sometimes wish that you were not a machine, that you were real. Then, everything between us could be real." Meeting his eyes, she stammered, "O-our friendship, I mean." She lowered her gaze to the floor, unable to look at him lest he saw the tears gathering on the corners of her eyes. Things would have been perfect if he was real.

The words that came with his husky voice put an end to her embarrassment, only to replace it with shock. "I am real..."

~*~

"I am real..."

The moment those words left his lips, she gasped, and her head shot up to meet his smoldering gaze with her surprised one. Shit! What the fuck did I say?

All he had wanted to do was to chase away the sadness in her voice, and before he knew it, he had said the most stupid thing he could have. What now, dammit? He had to undo the damage he had given so carelessly. Racking his brain as to what to do, he cleared his throat almost inaudibly. He was nervous; nervous wouldn't do. He had to keep his calm. After all, he was supposed to be a damn robot.

Trying to act nonchalant, he raised his hand to push a block of dark tresses behind her ear. I'm a fucking pro! I can pull this off! Never breaking his eye contact with the girl, he gently cupped her cheek and whispered, "...when I'm with you."

Time stood still as he waited for her reaction, praying that she bought it. Come on, girl! I can't escape this damned place in broad daylight. So, don't make me. Holding his breath, he watched her eyes focus on each of his as they moved repeatedly. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head and the emotions swirling in her blue orbs as they searched his guarded ones. Finally, just when he was about to break down and run away without looking back, she smiled. "You're right," she whispered. "You are real to me, and that's more than enough."

Relief came first, closely followed by joy now that he was off the hook. Her smile must have been infectuous because a huge grin broke through his features. The next thing he knew, he was crushing her lips under his. He couldn't help it; she was too kissable when she was being nice, which was practically all the time.

He would have pulled back, and it would have ended there if the vixen she was morphing into hadn't kissed him back with equal ferocity; if her dainty arms hadn't sneaked around his neck and her petite fingers hadn't tangled within his hair, urging him to get closer; if the treacherous sheet hadn't fallen down and exposed her warm skin to his still wet one; if his naughty hands hadn't found her tiny waist and started roaming her back up and down boldly; or if the traitor between his legs hadn't insisted on standing upright since before she entered the room. Unfortunately, as messed up as this situation was, all of these things happened at once, and he lost what little desire he had not to take advantage of his position.

His free hand found her disheveled hair and tugged at the silky strands softly. She moaned into the kiss, and he eagerly swallowed the sound, feeling its tremors travel down his chest to the spot that ached for her the most. He had kissed her before and he knew exactly what she tasted like. However, that didn't stop the groan that escaped him when his tongue slipped inside her only to be hesitantly welcomed by her inexperienced one. As he ravished her sweetness like a hungry dog, she got braver and her soft appendage stroked him gently but surely, teasing him in the sweetest way he had ever experienced.

Letting go of his hair, one of her hands slowly glided down his neck to his shoulder and then lower. She let her fingertips wander along the hard planes of his chest. His breath caught in his throat as she circled his hardened nipple in an agonizingly slow manner. Trailing further down, her curious fingers finally got acquainted with his abs and started a torturous exploration of the taut muscles. He stiffened at her scorching touch and pushed his hips forward reflexively, groaning in pleasure - or was it agony?

He was quickly coming undone, losing all the ties he had left with reality. Deep down, he knew there was a part of him that was still capable of conscious thought. Even after he pressed her delicate frame to the wall, held her leg up and around his waist, and felt his engorged length poke against her belly, it was not too late. The small part of him he had pushed to the back of his mind was still capable of putting an end to this madness and leaving the poor girl alone. However, that tiny little Inuyasha with a halo atop his head disappeared with a ‘poof' the moment the girl's fingers got a hold of his injured ear. The devil's horn. That's what that damned ear is. At her touch, another star exploded behind his closed eyelids, and the now familiar surge of intense desire rushed through his veins once more, extracting a gasp from the unsuspecting half-demon and bringing him down to his knees with the girl on his lap.

Now, it was too late. Now, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, and for the life of him, he didn't want to. Luckily, the girl didn't seem to mind it as she wrapped her legs around his hips and trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck. Sitting back on his heels, he laid his arms around her waist and tried to catch his breath, but it was turning out to be impossible as her lips traced down his chest and came dangerously close to his nipple. Her frenzied movements created a much welcomed friction between their bodies, eliciting a gasp from her and a groan from him when his member pulsed against her core for more. Did she even know what she was doing to him? He had to know.

"Look at me," he growled out warningly. Halting her ministrations, she looked up immediately, her brows furrowed in confusion. Grasping her hips, he moved her over his erection up and down once. He gulped, his ears catching the sound of her slick folds sliding over his sensitive flesh. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, and she bit her lip. She whimpered after he did it again for the second time. A satisfied growl built up in his chest and a moan escaped him when her heat slid over him for the third time; the third time was all her doing.

His question answered, he claimed her lips once more before moving down to her neck. His lips soon found the spot where he had bitten last night, and in apology, he kissed the bruised flesh gently before lightly licking it. Her reaction to his gesture caught him off guard. He might have expected a soft hiss of discomfort or a whimper of pain. But, he definitely did not expect her to cry out his name or to press herself more firmly to him, frantically rocking her hips over him. He almost choked at the sharp increase of the scent of her arousal in the air.

Trying to regain his senses, he sat still for a few moments while Kagome continued to writhe in his arms, driving him crazy with her movements. The friction was nice, too nice in fact, but it was far from being satisfying. He needed more. Now! Her scent was teasing him, taunting him to the point of madness. If they continued like this, it was going to kill him. With an impatient growl, he lifted her up.

When her gaze - trusting without any reserves and filled with desire - touched his and held it tightly, he knew that this girl was going to be his undoing. But, try as he might, he couldn't look away as he slowly sank into her inch by delicious inch. Once he was deeply buried in her, he let his forehead rest on her shoulder and hugged her waist tightly to keep himself from pounding into her. Her breathing was shaky and broken, but she was not in pain. Her scent as well as her death hold around his neck told him as much. His memories of last night didn't do her justice. Inside her, it was heaven; outside, quickly turning to hell.

He captured her lips once more as his hands traced down her hips to her rear. He squeezed the supple flesh once before he started moving her up and down his length, eliciting a delighted moan from the girl. Pulling away from her lips, he watched mesmerized as her face contorted in pleasure. Her breasts bouncing against his chest broke his trance, and leaning down, he captured one pert nipple in his mouth. She gasped and tightened her hold on his neck as he sucked the hardened nub and rolled it around with his tongue. He looked up in surprise when she started rolling her hips in time with his thrusts.

This was even better than last night; she was fully awake and knew what she was doing, and so was he, and it doubled his excitement if that was even possible. The way she moved above and around him so sensuously, the way she received him so greedily, the way she lost herself in his arms so wantonly... If he hadn't been the one to take her virginity, he wouldn't have believed that she was new at this. Was she really the girl that turned beet red every time their hands accidentally touched? The contrast was so deep, so unbelievable; he had to squeeze her harder to make sure that she was real. Now, as his hips rose up with each powerful thrust, causing her legs to dangle helplessly around his continuously clenching and relaxing ones, the blush that covered her entire body was of a different kind, and he fucking loved it.

Each time she descended on him like a blessing, he could swear he died and passed through the gates of heaven over and over. Something powerful was building inside him, getting dangerously close to exploding with each thrust of his hips and numbing his senses. For a moment, he forgot where he was or who he was. There was only the girl in his arms - this magnificent creature that smelled like ambrosia stolen from the gods' goblet - and the way it felt to be inside her, to be enveloped by her so tightly, to be welcomed so warmly.

Sweat broke through his forehead, rolling down his temples in tiny droplets. Each time he pulled out of her, he craved to be inside of her, and each time he slammed into her, he craved for the next one. If he was going to die in her arms, so be it.

"Yash!"
He gasped as the girl threw her head back and screamed his name. Her muscles clenched around him almost brutally, pushing him over the cliff. With a roar, he cried out his release before his jaw locked over the bruised flesh on her neck. He hugged her waist tightly as he continued to pulse in her.

Her arms still around his neck, she buried her face in his hair as she sagged in his embrace. She was so far gone, she didn't so much as flinch when he let go of her skin and tenderly licked the proof of his loss of control - for the second time. Damn it. Did she even notice what I did?

Regaining her breath, Kagome raised her head and looked at him shyly. "I can't believe we did it again," she said before she started giggling.

A smirk pulled one side of his mouth up when he realized that she had been too lost in pleasure to notice that he had bitten her again. That soon turned to a relieved smile seeing that she wasn't freaking out after their rather passionate activities.

Still giggling, she tweaked his ear, calling him a ‘bad S-android.' Then, to soothe the area, she massaged it between two fingers.

The hanyou's eyes had widened and profanities bombarded his mind even before her fingers touched him. To his immense dismay, it was his cursed ear that she chose to tease. Is she left-handed or something? Before he could ponder anything else, fireworks went off in his veins, leaving him incapable of thinking let alone stopping her. Still buried deep inside her, he instantly hardened, eliciting a gasp from the girl. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned before crushing his lips on hers.

She pulled back after a while and breathlessly whispered, "I think I need a hot bath."

"Yes, you do," he agreed before adding with a haughty smirk, "...Mistress."

She gasped at the unwelcome name. "Did you already forget what I told you about calling me that?"

"I'm a robot. I do not forget, Ka-go-me." He enforced each syllable of her name with a thrust of his hips, eliciting two gasps and finally a loud moan from the girl as she threw her head back.

Standing up, he carried her to the bathtub. The bathtub. Keh! About fucking time...

~*~

The house of the Tajiyas was a large structure of several floors located in the most respectable part of New Tokyo. The top three stories were reserved for the private use of Senator Tajiya and his family. Officers, soldiers and the household staff occupied the rest of the building. With the first rays of the sun, the house slowly came to life, robots and humans going about their business. In a short time, the lowest floors that were used as sleeping quarters for the human staff were completely deserted - except for one room.

If one was to enter the small bedroom located on the west wing of the second floor, they would have heard the periodic splashes of water coming from the bathroom along with the occasional thumps and needy moans. They would have also seen the little pink ball left in one corner of the room flare brightly after an especially loud couple of cries and then become a dull pink as tiny specs of light dispersed into the air like fireflies and then disappeared. Unfortunately, the only occupants of the tiny room were too busy in the tub to witness this rather spectacular show.

About half an hour later, the ‘S-android' exited the bathroom, water dripping from his long silver mane. His equally wet mistress was safely nestled in his arms. The girl wore a huge smile as she dreamily gazed upon his smoldering golden orbs. She gently pushed his wet bangs away from his forehead and trailed her fingers down his temple to slowly trace his jaw line. Her touch was as soft as a feather's. Then, she leaned up and pressed her lips on his equally swollen ones.

Her fingers left his face and sneaked up to his ear once again - she was quickly becoming used to this - making his knees buckle and leaving him unsure of what to think. He couldn't figure out what the deal was between her hands and his ears, but he loved it for the intense sensations it made him experience like he had never done before and hated it for rendering him helpless against the young woman in his arms.

At the back of his mind, he was aware that he shouldn't have been enjoying himself. He shouldn't have let himself be blindsided by a girl. Instead, he should have been plotting his escape from this make shift heaven before it turned into hell. In fact, he should have left days ago. But, for the love of God and anything else that was dear to him - which wasn't much, mind you -, he couldn't bring himself to think about leaving now, especially not when her little tongue turned out to be so promising. As he carried his precious cargo to the bed, one final thought crossed his mind before he ceased thinking completely.

Damn... I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay for a few more days.

~*~

Rin looked over to the ruined piece of land where the hanyou's ship had crashed and to the wolf demons dressed in tight black leather and metal armor. They had landed half an hour ago, and now Kouga's soldiers were scanning the area for a clue to the fugitive's whereabouts. She would admit, in spite of their ridiculous tails swishing behind them, they looked intimidating with their leather gear and guns.

As she watched, small groups of troops took off in different directions under the commander's orders. "Ginta! Hakkaku! You two are with me," Kouga shouted before turning to Rin. "And you, girl. You'll follow us," he ordered, causing the said girl to roll her eyes before giving a curt nod.

Looking ahead, the wolf demon took his gun from his belt and caressed it absentmindedly as he took a deep sniff. A nasty smirk graced his handsome face before he muttered, "Let's hunt."
End of Chapter 6

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