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Forget the Storm	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor do I own the characters from the series. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Important Note: And the winner of the story that will continue without pause issss… *drumroll* THIS ONE!!!
So, Highway to Hell technically won. You guys voted for it in both reviews and in the poll, which surprised me since, although it is my favorite, it is the least popular of all my stories. Bizarre Love Triangle looked like it was going to win all the way up until almost the end. But quite a few people voted for things that were not an ongoing story, and those votes go right to me. Since Forget the Storm is the story that has the most already written, I decided to just go ahead and pick this one.
For those of you who are disappointed, do not cry or stop reading or jump off a bridge. I’m not worth it (jk, I totes am). BLT will get a new chapter posted in a few months, maybe even before FtS is finished. It’s only 12 chapters anyway, so it’s quite the shorty.
As for H2H, I decided to do a HUGE editing of the unreleased parts and will be giving the chapters names and stuff. As of now, there are a total of 17 planned chapters. It’s probably going to remain that way. BUT there’s gonna be a sequel. An awesome sequel. Probably (I might just extend it). I haven’t thought it up all the way yet. However, I shall hasten to my idea box and remain in exclusion until I have a thorough outline, even if I have to skip snack time.
For the two of you who voted for more one-shots since, no offense, my stories are kinda boring, there will be more one-shots. LOTS MORE ONE-SHOTS!!! And I agree with the whole boring part, obviously, since I created that option. Yet still I feel obligated to tell you to go fuck yourselves in the ass with your short attention spans, no offense. It’s like when you don’t like your kid but the minute someone else voices their thoughts on your kid and they’re just as negative as yours you suddenly want to punch that person.
I don’t have kids.
Also I probably should have made an option to just pick one-shots without the added jab at myself, but then I would have lost an entire paragraph of this note, and I know that’s what you guys really come here for, and far be it from me to deprive you of my sweet, sweet rants.
Speaking of sweet, here’s chapter 7. Thanks for sticking around!
Posted a little early since I’ve been surprised with a free trip to a shitty place with no internet for a whole entire almost week. Yay.
Seven: The Sweetness and the Sorrow
Nearly a month passed and he was still jobless. Searching for work had turned into part-time searching and part-time begging. Constantly, he was tempted, looking at the flashy cars and fine clothing and jewelry of the people in the city. It was risky, he knew, but they were out of money and soon the downstairs neighbors would overcome their fear of him and stop giving Kagome food. If it was just him, he’d have been digging through trash cans long ago, but he wouldn’t allow that to happen to her. So he panhandled. Being a half-demon in a large area wasn’t too troublesome, but he did encounter some prejudice, such as some demon teens kicking his cup of change over, causing him to pick up every goddamn cent, which was hard for someone with claws, therefore making him late to pick up Kagome from school, on a rainy day no less.
And then there was his home life. Kagome was showing now and becoming increasingly hormonal, crying almost constantly unless, of course, she was screaming at him or sucking him off, which he only allowed out of absolute desperation for peace and quiet. She was horny and achy and sad and happy and really, really scary. He was constantly on edge, afraid she’d leave him and half hoping she would, just so she could eat properly and sleep in a real bed and wash her hair with shampoo and conditioner instead of baking soda and apple cider vinegar. He had taken to washing her clothes for her, carefully cleaning them every night so that they’d be ready in the morning. Already they showed signs of wear, pills on the skirt and thin, almost transparent patches on the blouse from where he had scrubbed too hard. She claimed to have morning sickness, which might have been possible since their child would only be a quarter-demon, but he didn’t know. Hell, he’d never even heard of a quarter-demon existing. Either you were full, half, or had some insignificant speck in you going way, way back.
But the day was dawning and he had no time to dwell on their situation. Kagome’s clothes should have been dry, but sometimes they were damp in the morning and he didn’t want her to catch cold. Carefully, he got up, trying not to disturb the girl, who was having an increasingly hard time sleeping. Wishing he could kiss her without having her wake up and start crying and/or yelling, he sighed and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face and wondering how the landlady would react when he notified her that he wouldn’t be able to pay rent this month and probably not for a few more months.
Inuyasha had options. Sure, being a high school drop-out had been a mistake, but there were still jobs for people who had decided education just wasn’t for them. Unfortunately, most of those jobs were for humans, and even if that wasn’t the case, there were some powerful people who had made sure he’d never make a living unless it was off of them. And he hated that, so he rebelled and fucked himself over and committed some crimes and then started gardening since no one gave a shit about gardeners. Sometimes, he ripped off his employers, but never with big things. He had been planning on stealing some stuff from the Shrine, but everything was either incredibly old and valuable or fucking worthless, so he had just worked there for real, staying on longer than he usually did when the rather unusual benefits began.
Kagome apparently wasn’t in a very talkative mood. Taking her clothes from him without a word, she dressed with her back turned, mumbling something about not wanting breakfast and needing to go to school early to study for a test. Inuyasha bent down to allow her to get on his back and they took off on their daily run. He hadn’t told Kagome about what he did while she was at school and he had no plans to do so. After he had dropped his silent girlfriend off at her deserted school, he hurried to his usual corner, his stomach growling audibly, even to human ears. There was an old guy and his dog in his usual place; the guy had probably been a veteran, one of those kids they lied to in high school and stole years from. Scowling, Inuyasha crossed his arms and stared him down, feeling only the smallest twinge of guilt as the guy sighed, stood up, and limped away. That man had a dog to feed, but Inuyasha had a girl, and he’d never show her off in the hopes of getting a few nickels more.
The day was slow and boring, as his days usually were now. He passed the time by trying to remember when it was he had last eaten. Probably sometime the week before. Kagome had made meat pies, so proud of thinking to fry them instead of baking them, which was impossible since they had no oven, not even of the Easy-Bake variety. It felt like his stomach was trying to eat itself, spurred on by the mere memory, and he clenched his fists, pounding them into the textured brick of the department store behind him. The small bit of pain in his knuckles distracted him from the pain in his gut. Bringing his fist to his mouth, he licked away the blood before he could heal, his first meal in days. He noticed a few of the people on the street quickening their pace while glancing at him, so he hid his hands behind his back, rubbing them self-consciously.
Inuyasha leaned against the wall and sighed, nudging the paper cup he had placed down earlier with his foot. A small man with a mustache tossed some quarters in, saying off-handedly as he walked away, “You should get a sign.”
He flipped him off behind his back.
Some more people passed him and he quickly brought his hand down again, wanting to at least appear polite. A guy dropped several singles into the cup and smiled at him. Inuyasha, not one for smiles unless they were directed at Kagome, simply nodded his head.
“Have a good day,” he said gruffly. It was the least he could do.
“Ohhh, hell no!”
Inuyasha looked around, confused. That had seemed to have been directed at him, but he couldn’t see anyone and couldn’t think of any reason why they’d say that. A short, husky, androgynous blob of a person separated from the unrelated group of people the man he had received money from was walking near. As it approached him, he realized it was maybe a she, and she was very, very angry with him.
“I have had enough,” it began, already breathing heavily from the taxing combination of walking several steps out of her way and yelling, “of you fucking monsters cluttering our streets with your disgusting presence. You should all be eradicated! Wiped out!”
Inuyasha growled at her. “I’ve got just as much of a right to be here as you do, bitch,” he spat. “If you’ve got a problem with half-demons, then you can just take it and shove—”
“I have no problems with half-demons, you fucking shitlord! I am accepting of all diverse peoples,” she screeched, tossing her head in anger and making her Skrillex haircut seem even more unappealing. “I’d at least appreciate one goddamn motherfucking day where I’m not catcalled by another fucking pig!”
He outright laughed. “You think I catcalled you?” he said in disbelief, his tone rife with amusement. “I ain’t the pig here, lady. Maybe you need a mirror.”
“Wah, wah,” she said mockingly, seemingly oblivious to his actual feelings regarding herself. “Cry me a river of your male tears, go on. Fucking cis scum.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered, already tired of the altercation. He was tired, he was hungry, and he was angry with everyone and everything.
“As if the stare rape wasn’t enough,” she continued obliviously, “you just have to go and verbally proposition me! Isn’t that just like a—”
“Is there a problem?” broke in the police officer who watched him warily every day with more than a hint of disgust in his expression.
“I am being harassed by this thug!” the woman whined.
Before she could say anything else, as she was undoubtedly preparing to do, the policeman said, “I think it’s better if you hit the road. Go on.” He postured himself to seem intimidating, but that had no affect on Inuyasha.
“I’m not doing anything wrong!” he protested loudly. “That crazy bitch just decided to make shit up! I didn’t—”
He was cut off by the stout woman pepper spraying him just as the policeman whipped out his taser and went right for the exposed skin of his neck. Had the man not been equipped with a demon-strength taser, Inuyasha would have just laughed and walked it off, going home with an interesting story to tell later. But as it was, he was brought to his knees before falling flat on his face, dazedly watching his limbs jerk around, unable to control them. And the pain was a bitch compared to the pepper spray. It was like locusts were eating away his every muscle, bite by bite, leaving nothing in their wake. Finally, the officer moved his finger off the trigger and he cursed softly in relief, only to immediately have his body flooded with that same pain, even more agonizing now that he had experienced relief. It lasted for only about ten seconds, but to him it was a humiliating life time. As soon as the pain stopped for the second time, he brought his hand to his throat and yanked the tiny barbs out, shakily getting to his feet. There was a crowd, some faces were concerned, but the majority were mocking, enjoying his punishment as though he deserved it.
“Mind if I give that a go?” a tubby man jokingly asked. The little girl holding his hand, presumably his daughter, stared at him with big, fearful eyes.
The officer laughed, not at the joke but at him, his eyes on the front of his pants. The walking, talking, eating misrepresentation of feminism had already departed, probably to blog about the incident on her favorite website and exaggerate before going back to routine and posting pictures of her cats. Inuyasha looked down and saw the rather large wet mark on the front of his pants with some surprise, not having been aware of releasing the contents of his bladder. Before the cop could stop laughing and think to arrest him on bullshit charges, the unfortunate half-demon ran from the scene, knocking over his cup of money and scattering its contents. He heard the sound of people squabbling over the meager amount and turned a corner. He’d just go visit Kagome. It was earlier than he usually arrived, seeing as how she had asked him a while back to give her time to study afterwards. But if he ran, he’d be able to make it just as the students were released, and maybe he could catch her before she ran to the library in the building next door. After everything that had happened already that day, he needed to see her face, even if she would be upset with him.
Ducking into a random fast food establishment, his energy recovered at the mere thought of being reunited with the girl he loved after what seemed to be too long of a separation, Inuyasha locked the door of the private bathroom behind him and quickly dabbed at his pants with a paper towel soaked with soapy water, more concerned about scent than the actual urine in his only pair of pants. He’d wash it properly later. Taking to the rooftops, he leapt from building to building, the air drying his clothes. His feet moved even faster than the rapid beat of his heart, each step bringing him closer to what was making him stoop to such shameful lengths, his reason for everything.
Finally, he arrived at the school, the shrill ringing of the last bell echoing in his sensitive ears, making them twitch. Sighing, he stood at the outermost gate, hoping she’d be happily surprised. It was only a little while before he saw her, looking pale and grim, walking so fast she was almost running, looking neither in front of her nor to her sides, eyes focused on her feet. It struck him then how different she was from how she had been when he had first met her. Before, she had been confident to the point of being aggressive, almost confrontational. It had annoyed him before he had found it endearing and recognized it for what it was: emotional frustration. He had given her an outlet and then she had been as she should have been all along. A beautiful, happy, loving girl. But now she was something else, something he’d never seen her be, and he couldn’t even put a word to it.
It scared him.
As he stood still, unable to do anything but watch her, the laughter started, even crueler than what had been directed at him not even ten minutes before. A group of boys moved and blocked her way, but Kagome seemed not to notice them, only stopping like it was her idea, eyes examining her shoes, her face blank.
“Gonna look up condoms in the dictionary when you get to the library, Higurashi?” one boy sneered, his eyes full of disgusted contempt. The others around him guffawed, all but the boy he recognized as Hojo, her former suitor. He merely turned his head away from the scene, pain etched into his features.
“Nothing to say?” the same boy said. “Wow, and you used to never shut the fuck up before. Unless you had a dick in your mouth, apparently.”
“Stop it, Ken,” Hojo said quietly.
“Don’t tell me you still care about her even after everything this cunt put you through!” the boy exclaimed, angrily rounding on Hojo. “That slut shouldn’t even be here! Her mom rescinded her tuition payment.”
“Kagome’s a good student,” Hojo insisted, his voice barely stronger than a mere mumble. “I’m sure keeping a scholarship will be no problem for her.”
“Is something the matter?” a short girl with curly hair asked, elbowing her way to stand beside Kagome. Inuyasha belatedly recognized her as one of Kagome’s friends. “Did you have something to say to Kagome that wasn’t abusive?”
Ken glared at her before his face cleared and he smiled in a way that made Inuyasha growl. “We’ll just have to see Higurashi later, then, guys.”
At that statement, Kagome shouldered her way through the human wall and straight up ran in the direction of the library, turning a corner. Inuyasha sprang into action and caught up with her in a few seconds, darting past her friends before they even knew he was there. When he reached her, she was leaning against the brick wall of the library, her chest heaving and her eyes filled with unshed tears. His heart was breaking for her. What good were all his sacrifices if she still wasn’t even close to happy? What good was anything?
“Inuyasha!” she gasped in surprise, noticing him standing a couple feet in front of her. “Y-you usually don’t c-come for another hour.”
That was it? That was all she was going to say? “Fuck, Kagome, why didn’t you tell me?!” he hissed angrily, angry at the morons back there for hurting her, angry at her for being hurt, angry at himself for not intervening sooner, for not noticing sooner. “You said everything was fine. You said you had a lot of support!”
That did it. Reminded of what wasn’t true, the floodgates burst. Her tears rushed forth and she sobbed vocally, uncontrollably. Rushing into his arms, she just let herself be held, and he held her tight, as tight as he could without being afraid of hurting her.
“I’m sorry!” she moaned, her face pressed into his neck. “You’ve been so strong and I wanted to be strong too, but I can’t anymore. Every day is hell. Every day!”
“I’ll fucking kick their asses,” he snarled viciously. “What was that boy’s name? Ken? He gets it first.”
Kagome shook her head. “They’re not even the worst. It’s everything and everyone. The lunch ladies have started calling me Miss Piggy and now they’re only serving me beans with bacon,” she babbled, her voice hoarse from her tears. “Mom fought to pull my tuition money and she won and so they’re letting me stay on scholarship, but it’s so hard. And everyone’s so mean and I just—”
He kissed her hard on the mouth. The unfairness of it all was enough to make him scream. But he couldn’t let that get to him. The nearly broken girl in his arms had said he was strong, not realizing he was only strong because of her. Right now, he needed to keep her quiet and take her home. Reliving all that she had suffered the past few weeks through telling him about it would only make things worse. At least he knew why she had been so crazy these past few weeks, almost like she was bipolar. Well, besides the mood swings a pregnancy gives a woman.
Ah, the baby.
Inuyasha had been trying his hardest to forget about that detail, which had become more difficult ever since her baby bump sprouted. Still, he persevered, and had managed to just pretend she was getting fat. Not that he ever said anything about that. He let her prattle on about fetal development and names and sexes and possible problems, nodding his head to agree with her and soothing her worries with kisses and backrubs. Of course she had sensed something and frequently would stop in the middle of her rambling and really look at him, studying him, before her face softened and she’d give him a kiss and ask about his day, listening attentively to the vague lies.
Sighing, Inuyasha pulled away from her lips and gave her cheek a fond caress before kneeling down. Without a word of protest, Kagome hopped on, clinging to him tighter than she ever had. Taking to the rooftops again, he made up his mind about what he was going to do. There was only one option, one he never would have resorted to had he not been responsible for a life. Two lives, actually. It was time to start remembering that.
The run seemed longer than usual, due to both his hunger and his anxiousness. If he were human, he knew he’d have developed an ulcer already. When they were finally home, he let Kagome down, only to immediately pull her into his arms and rest his chin on the top of her head.
“I’m going out,” he said, wincing when his voice shook. He coughed, trying to cover it up.
She pulled away from him, looking up with her big blue eyes, earnest and heart-piercingly adorable. Her lower lip quivered as her eyes filled with tears again, making them brighter, a lighter color than they usually were. “Inuyasha, I can handle it, okay? I’ll be fine. Don’t do anything that will take you away from me.”
With a wavering smile, he grabbed her chin and gave her a quick few pecks, not wanting to get drawn in when he was so resolved but still wanting to feel her. “If our kid is even a little like you, I’ll have a hell of a time saying no to anything.”
Her face showed surprise, probably at the fact that he had just verbally acknowledged their child for the first time in what seemed like forever. Before she could get any more words out, he was out the door, on his way to a place he’d sworn never to even think of again. But, like with most promises he made, there was a time to break it. And that time was immediately. Part of him thought he should have done so ages ago. He shouldn’t have been so stupidly selfish. There was no conceivable way he could support Kagome. And a baby? Hell fucking no. Girls were expensive and babies were doubly expensive.
It took him only a few minutes to arrive at the hated location, the tall building’s windows still glowing with artificial light, the drones inside slaving away for families they hardly ever saw. In contrast, the top floor was lit only dimly, with a flickering light he knew from experience came from a single fire and maybe a dozen or so candles. Inuyasha began to pace, crossing his arms and hugging himself, shaking not from cold, but from the sick feelings of dread eating away at his stomach and worming up into his heart. Couldn’t he just go back to Kagome? They still had a few more weeks before they’d get thrown out, if he explained things to his landlord just right. He could find another place to beg and maybe one of the houses he visited would need something substantial and they’d be okay.
“Sir?”
Inuyasha jerked his head in the direction of the voice and saw a security guard, looking a combination of wary and concerned. “Yeah?”
“Sir, you’ve been out here for going on an hour. Are you waiting for someone?” the man said, carefully trying to sound polite and not draw attention to his hand on his belt’s pepper spray canister.
Recalling all the events of the day and the suffering of the past month, Inuyasha nodded his head. “I’m… about to go in. There’s someone I have to see.”
The man nodded, smiling tightly at him with closed lips, still suspicious. “I can take you up if you’d like. What floor?” he asked, holding the door open for him and leading him to the elevator directly inside.
“Top,” Inuyasha mumbled impatiently. He needed to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.
“I’m sorry?” the security guard said with a crinkled brow, pressing the “up” arrow only to have the doors open immediately. “The fiftieth floor is for the use of one man and his invited guests only.”
“Yeah, take me to the top,” he said more forcefully. “Trust me, that bastard will be more than happy to see me.”
A cell phone on the man’s belt began to ring and Inuyasha snatched it before he could, turning around so as not to be hit with pepper spray twice in the same day. Flipping it open, he spoke without waiting to hear.
“Tell your rent-a-cop to take me up,” he barked, tossing the phone over his shoulder back to the security guard, who fumbled with it a couple times before holding it up to his ear.
“Hello? Uh, y-yes, sir. Right away. Sure.” Flipping the old phone closed, the man looked at him with no small amount of wonder in his expression as he glanced back at him.
Crossing his arms once again, the half-demon impatiently waited for the elevator to jerk to life and take them all the way to what he hated most. His fingers gripped tightly to his shirt in a sad attempt to stop the trembling of his hands, his claws piercing the fabric and ruining it. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to relax his shoulders and stop clenching his jaw. He must humble himself in time, find a thread to lead him back to what he used to be so he would survive this interaction with his mind and nerves mostly intact. Hearing a jingling sound, Inuyasha opened his eyes to see that they had arrived on the forty-ninth floor and the guard was turning a special key in the slot of a hidden panel. Upon further inspection, there wasn’t even a button for the fiftieth floor. With one last jerk, they came to a stop and the doors slid open, revealing a hallway tiled white from floor to walls to ceiling.
Inuyasha stepped out, almost wanting to ask the guard to accompany him, but before he could even properly consider it, the doors closed and he was alone with a daunting path ahead of him, more figuratively than literally. Walking down the long hallway, his ears twitching with each of his echoing footsteps, he reluctantly approached the solid cedar doors with the floral engraving and gold embellishments. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and pictured Kagome before turning the cold handle and walking into the scene of all his worst nightmares.
“Welcome, bastard. Close the doors behind you, there are cameras in the hall.”
He did as commanded, preparing himself for what was to come. “You know why I’m here,” he said bitterly. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Sesshomaru turned around in his chair, the firelight playing over his features and making them seem even more devilish. “How unexpectedly intelligent of you to realize I’ve been keeping an eye on you all these many years. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to take my time tonight, little brother. We do have to spend some time getting reacquainted.”
Inuyasha accepted his as of yet unvoiced offer to sit, settling in on the velvet-covered chair. “I need a job with the biggest salary you’ve got,” he grunted, crossing his leg at the knee in a concentrated effort to seem unaffected.
Sesshomaru was not fooled. One brow raised and a corner of his mouth turned up. “Very well. I suppose I could just get rid of my current assistant. Anything else?”
He shook his head. “No. Just don’t talk to Father about this,” he amended quickly.
“Have I ever?” he said smoothly. Inuyasha turned his face away, missing the flash of a smile. “I ordered dinner for us ever since I first saw you lurking about outside. It should be here in another half hour.”
“Fine,” Inuyasha muttered, all hopes of being able to talk to Kagome before she went to bed dashed.
Silence filled the room, the only sound being the crackling of the fire. Inuyasha fidgeted about uncomfortably.
“Well?” Sesshomaru said in a bored tone. “Get in position.”
The old phrase triggered an immediate response and Inuyasha was unbuttoning his pants before he even stood up, almost tripping over himself in his hurry to get to the large desk. Bending over, he awaited further instructions. A sharp slap to his left buttocks was all he received, his brother’s claws leaving a stinging mark.
“Not that way!” he growled angrily, and Inuyasha quickly turned over, pulling his shirt over his head and folding it before placing it neatly behind him, going on to do the same with his pants, leaving his shoes on as a small, pitiful act of defiance. Sesshomaru always made it face to face. He was hoping it would be different, but hope did not exist in this particular demon’s presence. Lying back down, he made sure to cushion his head with his clothing, knowing he’d need it. “That’s better,” Sesshomaru sighed, freeing his cock but keeping all his clothes on, just like always.
“Make it quick,” Inuyasha mumbled, enough of his pride left to mouth off that bit.
“Just for that,” the full demon whispered, rubbing the head of his cock on the reluctant, dry hole in front of him, “we’re going to have seconds. And then we’ll get to the food.”
Before he could bite out a properly angry retort, his ass was jammed full of a very familiar hardness, and Inuyasha had to concentrate his every thought on not weeping like a child. He quickly discovered that thinking of Kagome would make him do just that, so his only comfort was gone. All he could do was live in the moment, pretend it was years ago and he had nothing but this office and his room and drunken, drug-filled parties with leeches he called friends. Money was Sesshomaru’s pacifier for him, and once upon a time Inuyasha had contentedly accepted it, until about his fourth suicide attempt.
“Tell me what you are,” Sesshomaru growled.
Inuyasha opened his eyes, which he had not realized were closed, and saw his brother’s red ones blazing in his face. Spittle from his earlier command had landed on his face, and he groaned in pain and humiliation, feeling the blood trickle down his ass.
“I’m your nasty little bitch,” he growled back, a sudden spike of rage emboldening him to spit right in the smug fucker’s face.
A flash of light and an aching head were the only way he knew he had just been punched square in the jaw. He knew from experience he was lucky to have kept his teeth.
“I’ve missed this,” the older man sighed, pumping away at a steady pace. “Tell me, Inuyasha, do you get your little girl to fuck you like this? Do you make her put on the strap-on and stroke the giant rubber cock as you suck it, preparing it for your dirty, slutty ass?”
Immediately, Inuyasha had his hands around his brother’s neck, claws pricking into the flawless skin of his throat. “Never. Bring. Her. Into this,” he said threateningly, for the first time sure of himself and his ability to fatally destroy the tyrant above him, come what may.
They glared at each other, and another first happened. Sesshomaru nodded his head slowly, acquiescing. “Very well.”
Inuyasha removed his hands and kept them clenched at his sides, knowing there’d be hell to pay if he were to scar the priceless desk. A sadistic smile was his only warning before he felt an immense pain in his own manhood. Sesshomaru was squeezing and pulling far, far too hard. He gasped for breath, wondering if this was the end of being a man for him and the future would contain nothing but dickless ass slavery. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, Sesshomaru’s grip gradually eased into teasing strokes. He knew he’d have to get hard, knew he’d have to cum all over himself before it was over. But nothing that was happening was the least bit arousing.
Before he knew what his older brother was doing to him, he’d cum every time without a thought, but as the years went on and he discovered just exactly what this act was called, pleasure was more difficult to find, every possibly good feeling overwhelmed by crushing disgust and helpless fury. Immediately, he wanted to picture Kagome, the fulfillment of his never dwelled upon nor hoped for fantasies, but decided that he had dishonored her enough already. Besides, he didn’t want to take the chance that he really would be brought to tears by imagining her sweet face. So instead he thought of other girls, the ones that went to her school. The ones that looked like her but were missing all the special pieces that made her his beloved. Slowly, he began to become erect, all his dirtiest old fantasies brought back out of his mental closet, one after another in desperately quick succession.
His brother’s grin loomed over him and he released a growl, a sound that grew deeper as he began his transformation into his true form.
O/o/O
After several hours and many scratches, tears, bruises, and bites, it was finally over. Sesshomaru was zipping up his pants and yawning lazily, looking at the clock and not at his bloodied brother on the floor in the center of the room.
“Our dinner is cold by now, bastard. It will be on a tray outside the door. Bring it.”
Shakily, Inuyasha got to his feet with great effort, limping to the heavy wooden door. With a grunt, he muscled it open, a feat that had been effortless before. Two silver platters with an array of rare and raw meats lay on the tray. He sighed, wishing for bread or something. As he was not a full demon, the meal would leave him craving other things. But at least he could eat now. Grateful that the dinners were on a wheeled trolley, he rolled the food into the romantically-lit room, stopping when he was in front of the couch. Sesshomaru settled himself in his seat on one corner of the leather monstrosity and Inuyasha placed the plate with the greater portion in front of him on the coffee table, only taking his own and sitting at the other end of the couch when he began to eat.
“Your duties will mostly consist of being available whenever I require you, which will be most of the time,” Sesshomaru said between small, vicious bites.
Inuyasha merely nodded and picked at his food with his claws, no longer as hungry as he had once been.
“Well?” Sesshomaru asked. “Don’t you want to hear news about Father and his whore?”
He slammed his plate down on the table. “We don’t bring them into this either!” he said harshly, as though he were the one with the power.
Sesshomaru merely went back to his meal. “They know where you are and what you’ve been doing as well, though they haven’t been monitoring you like I have. They just check from time to time to see if you’re dead.” Meeting his angry brother’s eyes, he continued, “They don’t know about the girl and your predicament. Only I know.”
Inuyasha released a breath, exhaling in relief. Then he started, the full implications of what the older demon had just said kicking in. He knew about Kagome’s pregnancy. That was the “predicament”. Even though Inuyasha thought of it as among the most negative things to have ever happened to him, he was suddenly enraged that Sesshomaru was taking away his child’s personhood using just that one word. Swallowing his anger and a rather too room-temperature piece of raw steak, he told himself over and over that this was all nothing in comparison to seeing his family—his family—taken care of. Kagome was all that mattered now, and the life inside of her was a part of both of them as well.
Coughing uneasily, he said, “I’d better go.”
Sesshomaru sighed. “Yes, go back to your fat, whining bitch and your shit apartment. You’ll have to pay for a new place out of your salary. I’m not that fond of you, you know.”
Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth at the insult to his girl, Inuyasha abruptly stood and went to the door, only to be confronted by his brother’s cold scowl. Sesshomaru liked to remind Inuyasha of how much faster he was and obviously superior, and he never missed an opportunity.
“You’ve forgotten something.”
Shutting his eyes tight, Inuyasha accepted the rough, lingering kiss that was all about domination, nothing to do with love. Not like Kagome’s kisses. He had been feeling more or less okay, meaning numb, until that one little touch of the lips, but now Inuyasha wanted to vomit. When the “kiss” ended, the feeling persisted, and he fled down the hall, his vision darkening on the edges. Fighting to stay conscious, irrational panic nearly overtaking him, Inuyasha darted into the elevator, rapidly punching in buttons hard enough to nearly break them. When the doors finally opened, he ran for the exit, kicking the metal and glass doors of the business open. The run helped to prevent hyperventilating, and he kept up his pace, wanting and needing to be back to his little love nest.
Just as he was about to burst in through the door, he remembered that it was late and Kagome had gone to bed as she always did at this time. Quietly, not wanting to disturb her rest, he opened the door and tiptoed over to where she was laying, her brow furrowed worriedly even in her sleep, tear tracks that looked fresh marring her pretty features. Just seeing her was a balm to his heart, and he crawled in beside her, turning her on the side and holding her close in a spooning position.
“Inuyasha?” she murmured sleepily.
“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice jarring him back into a panicked state when he noticed it sounded weak, very much unlike his natural one.
“It’s late,” she whispered, trying to turn around and face him. Inuyasha held her tighter, not wanting her to see his face. He knew he’d break and tell her everything, and she couldn’t handle hearing everything. He didn’t think he could handle telling her, either. “Where were you?”
The dreaded question. “I, uh, had a meeting…”
“Who with?” she asked, some of the sleepiness gone from her voice.
He had known he wouldn’t be able to get away with not telling her. “My brother,” he said, coughing when his throat began to close off just by uttering the words.
“Your brother? I thought you didn’t talk to anyone in your family.”
“I didn’t. But I went to see him and he gave me a steady job,” he replied.
“Really?!” she squealed, again trying to turn around. “I’m so happy for you! That’s wonderful, Inuyasha.”
“Yeah.”
“We should celebrate,” she said slyly.
Inuyasha’s heart beat with stress, thinking she’d want to go out and party with Sesshomaru or something, but then she rubbed her bottom across his crotch and he understood what she was hinting at. They hadn’t had full-on sex since her miscarriage scare, with him being worried about hurting her and her depression from school and life in general getting in the way. But now that one of their big problems (that she knew about) had been taken care of, it seemed like a good time to her. And normally Inuyasha would have been 110% on board, but his ass still hurt and he could still feel Sesshomaru’s slimy tongue in his mouth like one big, fat, dead worm. But could he reject Kagome? To his paranoid mind, that act would lead to her immediately connecting the dots and leaving him, and that couldn’t happen. She was all he had. She was all he wanted. And he did want her. He just had to stop being so fucking stupid and get out of his stupid funk.
With trembling hands and a greater trembling inside, Inuyasha dragged his hand from where it was resting on her lower stomach and cupped a breast, massaging it, rubbing her newly super sensitive nipple with his palm. When she began to moan, he moved his hand to her thigh, lifting it up and over his own. With a few deft movements, he freed his cock from his jeans and pushed the crotch of Kagome’s panties to the side. Soon they were moving together, Kagome not as gracefully as she used to, still adjusting to her new size and shape. He didn’t mind. It sounded terrible, but he just wanted to get it all over with. Frantically moving his fingers back and forth across her clit, he humped away at her, his face in her hair, nose nuzzling her neck. Inuyasha wanted to be close to her, but any kind of sexual activity would have to wait until he recovered himself.
When Kagome came with several beautiful cries of his name, he almost sighed in relief, his own orgasm following soon after, a small one more in reaction to the physical stimulation than any lust or erotic feelings. Again, he tightened his arms around her, hoping she would just go back to sleep.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked quietly a few minutes later, her voice soft and kind and not at all judgmental.
Of course she noticed something was wrong, him not wanting to face her being the biggest giveaway. But besides that, she was his heart and soul and would have noticed anyway. Inuyasha wanted to tell her everything, nearly did, but then remembered what Sesshomaru was capable of. Kagome would probably hold him as he cried in her lap and urge him to run away, far away. They’d live on the run for a while, however long Sesshomaru allowed them to, and then just as he would begin to let go of his paranoia and become comfortable, Kagome would be killed in a horrific way and he’d be taken back and kept away from all sharp objects, declawed and sedated, for a minimum of ten years.
“I just wanted to tell you,” he said shakily, his words running together, “that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever known and the n-nicest and I love you.”
Kagome laughed, as he knew she would, and turned so swiftly he wasn’t able to prevent it in time. “I know,” she murmured, “and you can tell me what’s bugging you later. I love you, Inuyasha.” She kissed his chin, and then his nose, and then his lips in quick succession, the movements showing him her own adoration. It was love expressed and transmitted through touch, the purest and sweetest he’d ever known.
Immediately, all feelings of despair left him and no residual phantom feelings of the other kiss were left on his skin. Still, once she snuggled into his chest and fell sound asleep, he wept into the black waves of her hair, struggling to remain silent and still so that his sorrow wouldn’t even make its way into her dreams.
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