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M.I.A	By : Maddiesan Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Kouga/Kagome Views: 4873 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: I hate everything about this.
M.I.A
Chapter 6: You Shook Me All Night Long
His blood should have been warmed. It was always warm.
And yet, as he laid in a puddle of his blood, the liquid nothing more than a thick goo, he found it cold. It did not bring him the sweet warmth he had hoped for - then again, he had stopped hoping a long time ago. Somewhere, in the background, he could hear screams echoing, bouncing off the walls but he shut them out. At least they were not his screams nor his whimpers. And for now, it was all he could ask for. He was a strong creature, he was proud. And he did hold on as long as he could but life was wicked and twisted. Now, he sought the sweet relief of sleep - or death. Whichever came first. Although death would be more permanent. If he were dead, he would not stay up at night, wondering when she was coming back.
"K-kouga?"
It was his name but he almost ignored it. He would have if he had not recognized the voice.
He heard a loud thud as she collapsed on the floor, her body nothing more than a dead weight. Her long red hair almost touched his face as she twisted her body around in an attempt to look at him. She opened her green eyes and her orbs began to shine. "Kk-ouga."
Ayame. Her mouth was bloody, her body was bruised and battered and she had lost the fire that had long ago inhabited her. She was nothing but the shell of her former self. She was someone he no longer recognized. And he did not want to recognize her. She looked at him with a light in her eyes. She looked at him as though he was going to be her hope - but he was not going to be her anything. He could not save himself and he certainly could not save her. He decided to do the only thing he could possibly do; he would ignore her just like he ignored everything else. Despite the begging in her eyes, he tuned her out by closing his eyes. She kept on repeating his name, faintly, but he never reacted again.
Everybody was alone.
It was better that way.
It was also better for her if they did not know they knew each other.
For her sake.
-M-
The belt was rubbing against her flesh, bruising the skin, tearing it off but she remained as still as she could. Had he not understood that she was not leaving? It hardly mattered how terrifying he was attempting to be. She made the first step and she was going to dip in and go all the way. What was there for her to lose? What was there for her to gain? She was at a stalemate. Maybe if she spiralled down with him, she would finally understand all the questions that escaped her. Maybe she would finally understand him, and by the same occasion, she might end up understanding herself.
She had already decided to go all the way and she was not about to back out now.
"I'm not running."
The only thing he wondered was if she could actually keep her hand to herself. Although, with the way he had tied her, he did not think she would be free to roam those hands anytime soon. Good, it was the point. She kept trying to push, she kept trying to see more than she should. He would not magically sit down with her and share his life story. He did not want to think about it. He did not even want his past to be real. And Kagome - no matter what she thought she went through - she was still innocent. He did not want her to hear the horrors of her people, to know the extreme length humans could go to obtain what they sought.
They had no limits and Kagome believed in people way too much.
"Then late to back out then," he warned.
He lowered himself down, his hands gripping at her waist. He dug his thumbs in her hip bones, probably applying more pressure than he should. She nearly buckled under the pressure but his grip on her kept her steady. She swallowed, her throat bobbing as she did so. There was a look in his eyes that she did not recognize. This was the Kouga who enjoyed pain, the one who wanted to suffer. Although why he wanted to suffer still remained a mystery to her.
He buried his nose in her covered crotch and inhaled deeply. There was something soothing about her scent - something that should make him want to run in the other direction but he did not. He tainted her, he took her - and there was no turning back. There was a time when he would have had more honor but that time was long time. He already fucked her while she was intoxicated. What else could he do to show her he was nothing more than a lowly low life now? He had tried everything but she kept coming at him with everything she had. She put him in this position and now they all had to pay the price for it.
He used his teeth to unbutton her pants, scratching his fangs with the material of the jean. It did not matter. He was lucky he still had fangs. He was not about to complain about a little scratch. Once the button was out of the way, he gripped the zipper with his teeth and lowered it until he could no longer bring it down. Already her scent was exploding around him; she was already aroused. He could deal with it. He pressed his nose into her black underwear, inhaling everything she had to offer him. He dared to lap at her cloth covered core and he felt her quiver under his ministrations. Unfortunately for her, her movements were limited.
Kouga used his grip on her to lower her jeans down her legs. She tried to wriggle out of them and he watched her with dark eyes. "If you keep moving so much, I'll have to tie you to that pole." For now her arms were simply stuck together above her head but he could make it much worse for her. The only question was; how far did she want him to go.
Although he warned her it was too late, he would not force himself on her. He would take everything away from her but he would not do that. He had not reached that level of lowness just yet.
Once she steadied, he finished removing her pants, letting them puddle around her ankles. Then, slowly he lifted her feet on at a time and freed her from the restraints of her clothing. The cold air wrapped around her body and he watched as goosebumps formed on her pale flesh. He let his tongue out to play and began to lap at her inside of her thighs. He tasted the flesh, he teased with his skillful tongue as he worked his way up. He touched every sensitive area, making his way to her wet folds. Except, he had no intention of taking away her underwear. Instead, he lapped, his saliva helping wet her already soaked underwear. A moan emerged from her and he smirked.
He wanted to be the one who made her utter such sounds.
A few centuries ago, he would have wanted to be the one to have her. Forever. He would have cherished this moment, he would have laid her down on a bed of roses and he would have made love to her. But he was not that man and he could not do that for her. The best he could do now was to fuck her brains out until she could no longer remember her own name.
It would have to be enough.
He kept lapping at her core through the underwear, enjoying the muted flavor. She was squirming but he could tell she was doing her best to remain still. She was learning. He always got what he wanted now, or nobody got anything. She needed to play by his rules if she wanted to stick around. He had nothing else to offer her but pain and suffering. Perhaps he could add disappointment to the list.
He shoved his tongue inside her core, pushing her underwear inside at the same thing. This time, the feeling overwhelmed her and she buckled her hips, lifting her legs up at the same time. He gripped her thighs, forcing her legs down, and once he had gotten his fill of her sweet juices, he pulled away. He pressed his wet lips to her thighs, leaving a sticky transparent substance upon her warm flesh. "I warned ya."
And he had.
He got back up to his feet and gripped her wrists. He did not free her. Instead, he used his hold to drag her closer to a wooden pole in the kitchen. Her body was trembling from what he had promised and from the unknown. She should be running away and yet she was staying. It was wrong and she should know better but she did not want to know better. She let him drag her, she let him control her and she should not but it sent tingles of thrill throughout her whole body and she craved it. Everything she had known was soft and sweet and he was offering a new side, one she knew nothing of and she wanted it.
He took a shirt that hung on a chair and used it to wrap it around her already tied arms along with the pole. Once he tightened it and secured her into position, he focused his attention on her shirt. She could not touch him but he could touch her. He gripped at the fabric of her shirt and tore it open. The fabric snapped against her flesh, leaving trails of red behind. She winced and yelped out. She thought he might say something but he remained silent. He kept on ripping at her shirt until it was all tattered and then, he discarded the pieces upon the ground. Her bra covered breasts laid in front of him, and he decided he wanted more.
Kouga was to stay dress and she was to bear it all. The more covered he was, the less chances they were that she could touch him. Also, it meant his skin would make less contact with hers and that was fine with him. He reached in the back and unclasped her bra. Her large breasts were dying to be freed as they began to spill out. He used his claws to rip the straps and the bra joined the rest of her clothes on the ground.
She should be upset, she should voice her opinion. It was her clothes he was ripping to pieces. And yet, she was enthralled by the look in his eyes. He was focused, he was acting like a mad man with a plan. Why was he so precise with everything he did? Why could she not touch him. Despite the pain in her arms - and the lack of blood flow, she knew she needed to do this if she wanted a chance at understanding him. He would give her no answer and she had to gather the clues by herself. It was tedious and she did not know if there was an answer to the darkness in his eyes but she had to give it a try.
So she tolerated it.
Also, she would be lying if she did not admit that his action did cause tingles in her lower body.
She was wet for a reason.
This was new, this was fresh.
He gripped her breasts, probably hard enough to leave white marks behind, and he roughly began to flicker her nipples. "Do you like it," he whispered against her teased flesh. "Do you want more?"
Speaking. That was the way to have control; that was what he was shown. If you spoke, if you made the other begged, then you had them. They needed you more than you needed them. And it was how he wanted it. It was the only thing he had learned from those years. That and - other things he was not going to replicate.
"You are greatly helping the research purposes."
The voice was cold and icy but he could not see her face. He knew she was enjoying this, just like she enjoyed every torture, every punishment she inflicted upon them. The men did it because they lust for blood and power. That lust, that evilness he could understand. But her reasons were much different. She was simply wicked to the core and he could not accept any of it. Nothing she did made sense. All of it was simply to watch the pain, to create more torture and to relish in it. She got nothing else out of it. She did not get blood, she did not get more power. She simply enjoyed having little puppets to move around.
And he did move around as she dictate.
His claws were digging into the cold ground. Except, it was too harsh for his broken down claws. Instead of ripping at the marble, they were simply breaking down. And he kept going regardless. It was the only way he could sometimes tune out what was happening. Ayame was on top of him, his semi-hard cock deep inside of her core. She would ride him up and down, her cunt almost dry. She was not enjoying this anymore than he was. But it did not matter. They were sedated - too weak to fight it, too out of it to really care about what was going on. She had eventually learned that something used to unite them and she wanted to see it. It was what she had said. Something was also mentioned about watching the mating process of beasts. He assumed they were the beasts she was referring to. It did not matter.
Ayame's breasts would bounce up and down every time she slid down his cock. He did not look. He was looking at nothing. Not at Ayame, not at her. He was staring into the emptiness. There was a beast raging inside of him, one that demanded to be freed but his will power was gone. Even if he had wanted to lift his arm, he could not have. He was locked in his own body, force to watch it all happen from the inside.
And it was what she wanted.
But he remembered. He remembered when he used to eat humans like her. A human had shown him a better way and he had followed it. He had thought he had misjudge them the whole time but he had been wrong.
Kagome had been wrong.
He should have eaten them all until there was not a single one of them left.
Another thrust.
And he came inside of her. And she collapsed on top of him.
Somewhere in the background, there was a laughter.
Nobody would make him a puppet again. If he wanted to wreck his own life, if he wanted to take his body down, then he would be the one to do it. Nobody could push him in that direction and nobody could stop him. He had all the control. He had to have it.
He reached into his pants, unzipping them before slowly taking his hard cock out. He kept his pants on, he kept his boxers on. He kept it all on. He pushed his cock at her entrance, rubbing it, teasing her and him at the same time. A groan died on his lips as he tightened his grip on his dick. He needed the torture to be longer. She did hurt him like he has asked her to - but it was not the same. He knew Kagome would never truly mean to hurt him. She did not have that kind of rage and darkness in her. She might be different from before but she retained parts of who she was and she could never be a mean person.
This kind of torture though, he could control. Especially now that he had her all tied up. She was at his mercy and he could do as he pleased. He barely touched her as he grabbed her underwear with his fingertips. He slightly moved it out of the way, just enough that he could push the head of his cock at her wet entrance. He watched her legs quivered as he gently rubbed the head along her folds. He watched as she sunk her teeth in her bottom lip, almost drawing blood; he could smell it.
"For fuck's sake," she slipped.
He took a certain pride to her frustration.
She knew she was breaking whatever fucked up illusion he was creating for himself but this was torture. She could feel him, right there, ready to stretch her but he was not. For the first time, she found herself fighting against the restraints. She was pulling in his direction but he had tied her up so tightly that there was no chance of her escaping the boundaries he had laid out for her. She had gone into it without thinking it all through. She was at his mercy. She could not her do a single thing without him dictating it. She was his thing and it was to his will that she had to bend.
Kagome held her breathe as he dipped even more of his cock inside of her. But it was not enough - he was barely in. However, it did not stop him from rolling his hips and dragging out the torture. Sometimes it felt like he going further in and other times it felt like he was pulling out.
"Can you - ugh - just," she did not even know how to think.
How could he have created such a desire inside of her in so little time? How could she need that cock inside of her after only one time? When did he get such a power over her?
And why did she want it?
He watched her eyes, he watched her face distort into pain. He could relieve her. However, if he did that, it would come to a price. He would not let her get away with getting everything she wanted without forking something over.
"Beg for it."
She wanted to be prideful, she wanted to have her dignity intact. Then again, did she not leave everything she was behind when she chose to hurt him in exchange for him fucking her. A lot of alcohol flew in her blood and she wondered; was it going to be an oversize ego or humbleness and courage? What did she want?
"Fuck me."
And he plunged his cock inside of her.
-M-
She heard the clinging of the bottles as they rolled down the floor but she could not for the life of her see what was in front of her. That was probably because her eyes were shut. But she could not open them. She could not look, she could not feel. Instead she threw herself on all fours and began to blindly crawl. Her head was pounding, as though someone was hammering it down. The alcohol. It could be the problem or it could be the solution. Maybe if she found some more and drank it, it would take the pain away. It had to be the reason why Kouga kept on drinking without ever stopping.
Unfortunately, his tolerance was much better than hers and she felt the bile rising in her throat. She had been sober for way too long it seemed. How had he been living like this for so long? She thought her liver was about to give up.
SHE was giving up.
Unable to open her eyes or find the wall, she rested on the nearest thing in the foolish hope to stop all the swirling and spinning around that was going on in her head. Once the world stopped spinning, she was finally able to open her eyes without puking her guts out. She did not even know what day it was. At this point, it all blurred together. Was it yesterday? Was it tomorrow? She did not know and honestly she was not quite sure she even wanted to know. It might make her feel even worse.
There was something dangerously addictive about this lifestyle.
She looked down at her arms; they were full of scratches and bruises. She knew most of them she got them from him tying her up - tired of her wandering hands - but some she could not even remember getting. Did it even matter?
She meant to try to understand him, she wanted to know and plunge into the darkness but it was not what she expected it to be. She did not know what she expected though. And she did not know what she wanted right; more alcohol, some sleep or some sanity.
Her body decided to answer that question for her as it growled loudly. Food. Right. When was the last time they had actual food? All she could remember was sex and fucking. He might be able to live on that kind of diet, but she could not. Her human body would not allow her to live that way forever. She would need to give it more than fake promises and empty words if she intended on living. And she did. At least, she thought she did.
The only problem she had was that she could not get up. She could not make it on her feet. She did the only thing she could think of; she screamed. "Kouga."
It sounded more like a whim than a scream, but it was not important; he would hear it. And he did. She heard the shuffling of his feet as he got closer to her. It felt like he bent down next to her. She turned her head and met his eyes. "I need food."
She looked like crap. Most of the time he could block it out, being blurred out by his own intake of alcohol but now? Now guilt was swirling inside of him. They had gone through his stock of alcohol - which was not something he did easily despite how much he drank. However, the two of them together was a dangerous road. He unfortunately let himself drag his gaze to her arms. Everything was blue and black. She was a fragile little human but the strength she packed inside fooled him from time to time. She was not like him; she could be broken. She had a point of no return.
He had been pushed into the depths of hell and he came back out. He wished he had not but he did.
She might not come back from it and he needed to remember that.
He could not fuck her again, not yet.
"Let's get you food."
She had dark circles under her eyes which were accentuated by her pale skin. She managed a nod except she could not make it on her feet on her own. Instead, she reached out for him. He hated to be touch but at this moment she could hardly care. It was his fault she was like this. Or maybe it was hers. Or maybe it did not matter at all. All she knew was that she needed help and she was demanding it.
His hand barely brushed hers as he gripped her fingers. In one swift motion, he got her back on her feet. She had to use the wall to brace herself but after a moment, she steadied herself.
"You need long sleeves," he said, bitterness in his voice.
When had it gotten so bad? When did he lose control like this? When he fucked girls it was quick and he never saw them again. He also always drank by myself. This dynamic was not familiar to him. He did not know how to control himself around her; he wanted her and he wanted to wreck her. He wanted to re-mold her until nobody could claim her but him. All that was left of him were his instincts but they were rotten, they were twisted. He should tell her to run but he never wanted to be without her sweet cunt. None of it made sense to him.
She nodded.
If she went out like this, everybody would think he was beating her - except she was the one who had asked for all of this. Anytime he fucked her, she did not feel the pain. Her entire world became numbness and pleasure. Of course, he teased the crap out of her but that hardly mattered in the heat of the moment. She grabbed the first shirt she saw on the bed and slipped it upon her current shirt. The black sleeves were covering whatever prying eyes were not supposed to see and that was good enough for her.
Meanwhile, Kouga was waiting for her in the doorway. As he watched her struggle to even get dress, he wondered if he had made a mistake. He wanted to consume her, he wanted to use her until nobody else could have her. But could he really do that? The more he ruined her, the more it hurt him. Every time he fucked her, he inflicted himself pain. It was good, it was what he needed. Plus, it was technically what she had asked for… so could it really be a bad thing? He did not think so. How could it be? They were both consensual adults and there was nothing wrong with what either of them did.
Then again, his perspective on right and wrong… was skewed.
"I'm ready," she mumbled as she walked past him.
She had to resist the urge to get more alcohol. She knew it would take the pain away but she knew she would feel even worse.
When would death come for her?
-M-
Anything and everything.
That was what Kagome was shoving down her throat. Kouga had taken her to a little restaurant. His mode of transportation? A motorcycle. She did not know why but she was not surprise. It fitted him. Except, she had never been on a motorcycle, which had made the whole thing a little nerve-racking but in the end she had survived. Although, she did feel like puking her guts out when they had arrived at their destination. Still, the smell of food had brought back her appetite and she had about ordered everything on the menu.
"Slow down or you'll choke to death," he chuckled.
How could he joke, how could he be so light hearted while being filled with darkness? There was not one Kouga, there was two. The one that wanted to live and the one that wanted to die. She mostly interacted with the one who wanted to die. Ever since he had shown her every side of him, he rarely showed any sign of happiness. He no longer had to hide his true feelings. He could be as dark as he wanted and he could also be as reckless as he wanted to be.
"When was the last time I ate?"
He honestly did not know. He did not keep track of stupid things like eating. He barely needed any sustenance and he was not one to waste precious money on such things. Although, she had clearly needed it. There were smudges of food on her face but it hardly held any importance to her. She kept forking down everything that was shoved in front of her; eggs, potatoes, bacon. Good thing the breakfasts were cheap or he would not have been able to afford it. And he also needed to buy more alcohol. He was going to have to get a one day job or something if he wanted to cover the cost of everything.
Maybe he needed to slow down on the drinking.
Nah.
"Well, I'll be damn."
At the sound of the voice, his blood froze. This was not good.
"Kouga. In here."
The girl's harsh tone attracted Kagome's attention and she finally put down her fork. As she looked to the left, she saw a girl dressed like a waistress. She had a black top on along with a yellow apron to cover her up. Her long brown hair was twisted into a bun while her brown eyes shone with rage while she looked at Kouga. She was tempted to say ex girlfriend, but Kouga did not look like the boyfriend. He did in the past, but not anymore.
"Hey, at least you're treating her to breakfast after fucking her. Must have been something special."
Ah, she was not an ex girlfriend, she was an ex fuck.
Kouga now remembered why he did not enjoy coming to the little town. He usually picked girls that were traveling through, but he could not always tell the outsiders and the locals apart. Kami had been one of those. It had never really bothered him because he never came for breakfast. He did that one time, and it was to fuck her. After that, he never returned. It did not matter to him if she hated him or not. Plus, it was not like he had been rude. He simply had not wish to have any contact with her, past their little fuck. How did that make him a bad guy? He did not make her any promises. He never gave hope; he always told the flat out truth.
Kagome's appetite was suddenly leaving her. She knew the words were meant to hurt Kouga mostly but they were also affecting her. She knew he had fucked other girls. She had known from the moment he had come back with the lipstick on him. Except the way this girl spoke… it made her feel like a cheap whore. She was a cheap whore. She was not dating Kouga - they were having reckless sex. The kind of sex it seemed he was having with half of the world.
"What do you want?" His voice was cold. He did not expect the outburst and frankly he did not enjoy it. He did not want people's attention on him. He liked being invisible, he wanted to blend in and be nothing more than another thing in the decor. She was making a scene.
"What do I want?"
"Leave." His voice made it sound like an order - and it was .
At least Kagome could tell.
"I work here."
"Then go take care of another table."
"I don't think so."
"Do you want to be fired?" She was already making everyone stare at them. All he needed to do was call the manager.
"Have fun with your whore," she spat out as she turned around. She wanted to slap him but the asshole simply was not worth her job.
He let out a sigh when he watched her walk away. He could not have these kind of things happened. Perhaps it was time he stopped all of this. Once Kagome would leave, because she eventually would, it would be time for him to stop fucking around. Sex made him feel better but it appeared risky. If people started asking questions, they would come looking and he simply could not have that happening. He needed to get the situation under control.
"Nice girl," she sarcastically said before picking her fork back up.
"Yea, well, the pickings are slim."
"So go somewhere else."
"There's nowhere else to be invisible."
"Why do you have to be invisible?"
"Because I wanna stay away from humans."
"But you don't mind fucking them?"
"Using them is not the same thing." And he almost wished he had no worded it like that. Too late to take it away. Then again, it might be best if she hated him. He had been trying to get her to hate him from the very beginning.
"Is that what you're doing with me? Using me?" She did not know why she bothered to ask. She always knew what he was doing and he had never hidden it. He was using her to obtain and inflict pain. It was nothing more. There was not a love story hiding somewhere underneath all the pain. It was sex and nothing more. People using people.
He meant to reply, he really did. Except, as he meant to speak, she turned her head. And then he saw it. He did not pay much attention to all her bruises; she had many of them. Some because she try to inflict pain on him or because he inflicted pain on her. But this wound was different. That wound was a fang puncture.
On her fucking neck. When the fuck had that happened? The days had blurred - the alcohol but… no. It could not be.
The sight of it was enough for him to rise from his seat. Kagome looked startled as she watched him move. "Kouga?"
What had she said? He could handle anything could he not?
But he could not.
And he sped away from her.
-M-
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