Love...Has Nothing to do With This by ShadowsWeaver1
He awoke when the rays of the morning spilled upon his face, lighting the golden fires of his eyes even from behind closed lids. Breathing in deeply to stir from sleep; he froze at the scent that invaded his waking. Someone was with him. Their scent was mixed with his, their body still pressed flush against him. His eyes snapped open, finding a nest of raven hair pooled in front of his face.
Inuyasha was…confused. Kikyo was dead, so it couldn’t have been her. Kagome was….hell he couldn’t remember where Kagome was. The last thing he remembered was fighting with that mangy…
“Oh, fuck me.” he cursed as he ripped himself away from the one he had been laying with.
A deep laugh and a low growl met his exclamation. “Anytime, puppy.”
Rolling himself over to rest on his back, Kouga drew his arms up lazily to rest his head against them. His eyes scanned over Inuyasha’s body, and he smirked wickedly at the sight of the streaks of red flesh that remained even after the hanyou’s youkai blood had taken over in the human’s stead and healed his wounds. Of course, Kouga knew that his body would have been much worse for the wear if he hadn’t been full youkai. That beast of Inuyasha’s had a wild streak. It was merciless. But gods, it was fucking fantastic!
Lifting his lips to reveal a feral glint of his fangs, Kouga began thrumming a low, pulsing growl.
In a wash of heat, Inuyasha was hit with the memories of his beast’s carnage.
Born of a gaping wound cut through his stomach by the wolf’s claws, the beast had struck out, unleashed its fury of being bled against its opponent. They had hit the ground, rolling in a clash of claws and snapping jaws, tearing into each other savagely.
But the wolf…he had started rubbing himself against him…and he had….he had been angry, furious; and in the fire of his mind, he had made a choice. He had been ruthless, a savage unleashed as he tore into the wolf. He had forced himself on him time and time again, and he…had howled out his rapture.
Inuyasha scoffed. “You’re one sick fuck to get off on that sort of thing.”
Again Kouga laughed. “I wasn’t the only one getting off, Dog-boy.”
“Fuck you,” Inuyasha spit as he turned his back on the wolf.
In a flash, Kouga had gained his feet. He reached out and captured Inuyasha’s long mane of silver hair and pulled it with a sharp jerk to haul the hanyou’s body back against his own. “No, Inuyasha,” he bit out in a low growl. “The next time it will be me fucking you.”
He released him abruptly, pulling back and wrapping himself quickly in the winds of his power. “Three days,” he called back just before her left, “and I’ll be back.”
Three days. Inuyasha’s heart nearly stopped. Three days and there would be no moon, three days and he would be…human.
“Oh, hell no!” Inuyasha yelled back at the space Kouga had last been standing.
No fucking way. He decided immediately. He would go back to the village and drag his group away on another shard hunt. He would tell them he heard news about a shard…somewhere…far, FAR away. Maybe a nice trip to the mainland was in order.
But first things first. He absolutely reeked of the foul stench of wolf. He needed to do something to remedy that…or maybe…he needed to do someone.
His eyes flashed with a sharp glint of anticipation.
Kagome was out of the question. There were just too many…feelings when it came to her. And then there was always that unsettling feeling every time he was kissing her that told him it just wasn’t right. It felt like he was kissing his sister and not his beautiful Kagome.
But he didn’t want any of that shit right now. Right now, he needed a good fuck. A good female fuck. He just wasn’t about to go around remembering the last thing his dick was in was the flea-bitten wolf. And he knew just where he would go to get a nice piece of ass.
But first…he was going to have to find his clothes.
With a muttered curse about fucking wolves, Inuyasha turned in the opposite direction of his destination to begin his search.
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Sango was just finishing cleaning up the morning’s dishes outside of Kaede’s hut. The elder miko had gone off just before the sun rose to gather her herbs in the surrounding forest, Shippo had run off to play or to pull another trick on the men of the village, and Miroku…well she hadn’t seen him since yesterday when he had gone to meditate.
Huffing slightly in annoyance, figuring the monk had chased another piece of tail somewhere, Sango forced herself to enjoy the peace that was left to her and finding time for her thoughts to drift in her solitude.
The hot-headed hanyou had disappeared the following night without a word. Kikyo, she thought with a slight twisting of her lips. It was a good thing Kagome had yet to return from her time. She had told Inuyasha repeatedly and explicitly that he was NOT to disturb her for ANY reason over the next three days.
The down time was good for all of them, really. They could recuperate, gather supplies, and regroup before setting off on the next leg of their journey. Many battles still lay ahead for them. With a long sigh of resignation, Sango abandoned the dishes and stood, lifting her face to bathe in the sunlight, feeling the wind brushing past her skin.
Times like these were so few.
For her, there was always the battle, always the fight. Her life was spent training, honing her skills, perfecting her body and her form. But it was times like these, no matter how brief, that she could almost understand what it was not to be a slayer; but to be a real woman, timid and frail, vulnerable and in need of care.
Shaking her head slightly, knowing she was being foolish, Sango looked away from the sky. She had quit being a real woman long ago. Even her body knew it and had refused to give her a monthly flow. The battle had taken over, her body so hard from it that it was no longer fertile. Kagome had once said that it was because of how hard she worked herself and that when she stopped fighting that she would be able to go back. But Sango knew there was no going back. This battle against Naraku would be her last.
A brief flash in the distance caught her eyes suddenly. It was streaking across the sky, but then disappeared again just as quickly into the trees. She turned immediately to pick up Hiraikotsu from where it rested against the hut, setting herself just in case of trouble.
But then she saw it again, the bright flash of red and silver rising up for an instant before falling again. “Inuyasha,” she told herself. She shook her head and set her weapon down again. Always being prepared for the worst usually meant never really being able to rest.
She watched him as he drew closer, but when he finally set down in front of her, she could see the unusual stiffness of his form, the way his stance seemed slightly more set against her than usual. And then there were his eyes. The piercing gold glinting in the sunlight like amber crystals; hard, set, and unyielding.
“Inuyasha,” she asked hesitantly, “Is something the matter?”
“Are you alone?” He asked instead of answering her question.
His nose lifted slightly to catch the air, scenting it for any unwanted presences. He found none. A low growl broke through his lips as he turned back to the slayer. Her stance was tensed in ready, and his eyes flashed as he took it in.
“Always the fighter, Sango.” He shook his head and moved towards her. She watched him intently, but he just scowled at her and snagged her arm, pulling him with her into the hut. “Come with me,” he barked out sharply at her slight protests against his hold.
She let him pull her along, and Inuyasha smirked to himself. He knew this woman, and he knew her well. All she knew was the fight, the struggle of battle, the clash of blades and the spilling of blood. She reveled in it, she was made alive by its rush, and he had many times scented her arousal as she gloried in her kill.
A hunter in body and mind, she was unstoppable. But at heart, where she most fought for her freedom from what had captured her, she was vulnerable. And it was that vulnerability that she wanted most to reclaim, to let break past the hardened barriers of defense.
But she couldn’t do it herself.
Once inside, Inuyasha spun quickly on the slayer, pinning her roughly against the walls of the hut.
“Inuyasha!” she yelled in protest, her arms moving up in trained defense to block his arms, forcing them to land on either side of her body. “What are you doing?!”
“Shut up, bitch,” he growled as he snagged her wrists and pulled them roughly above her head. “Fight me if you don’t want it.”
And then his lips crashed down onto hers.
Stiffening against him and refusing to open her mouth to him, Sango began tugging against her wrists, pulling down in sharp jerks to gain her freedom.
Inuyasha growled and pulled back from her lips, slipping his tongue out to swipe away the moisture. His eyes lifted slowly to catch hers, the hard amber making her shiver despite her struggle to keep herself from reacting in any way to him. “You can do better than that, Sango,” he breathed out huskily. “But I know you. I know you need to fight, but that the thought of being overpowered by another as they have their way with you excites you.” She shivered again, and Inuyasha growled and thrust his hips forward harshly to meet with hers, slamming her hard against the wall at her back.
She struggled again against him, her legs slipping to gain more leverage over him and thrusting her hips forward in a hard jerk to force him back from her. Her breathing restrained under her tight control, she braced one knee against his chest.
“I will fight you,” she bit out, her tone hard and unwavering.
Swatting her leg away from himself, Inuyasha smirked at how easily she gave. He pressed himself hard against her again; grinding his swelling arousal against her, letting her feel what was coming. “And I will dominate you,” he returned as him mouth crashed down on hers again.
Her struggles started again, and Inuyasha easily maneuvered her past them. She was fighting, but not like the killer she was trained to be. She was fighting like a simple woman; and with every futile tug, with every clash of his lips against her and every thrust of his hardened length against her body, her heat would build, her arousal would grow.
His claws found their way into the folds of her garment, ripping carelessly against the cloth to reveal her body to him. The slayer gasped and tensed again, a tiny whimper of confusion and uncertainty leaving her lips.
Pulling back from her slightly, Inuyasha locked his eyes onto hers. “If you don’t want it, Sango,” he told her as he slowly released his grip on her hands, “then fight me for real.”
“I…” her hands settled on his chest, trembling slightly from the sensations running through her body. This wasn’t how sex was supposed to be like, somewhere she knew it. But the way she was reacting to him, the way her body shuddered and trembled when he would force her to move how he wanted her, the way her centre was pulsing and throbbing with painful heat; she knew she was enjoying it, knew she wanted it.
She pressed against his chest, though not with the full force of her muscles. It was a weak, trembling gesture. It made her feel vulnerable. And she loved it. She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head to the side. “I don’t want you.”
Growling and tightening his hold around her to force still her pathetic struggles against him, Inuyasha pressed himself hard against her heat. “You don’t have to want me for me to take you, slayer,” he bit out before he claimed her lips in another brutal kiss.
Not being able to stifle the sound, Sango moaned against him. He used it to his advantage, and plunged his tongue into her mouth to plunder her. Her breath caught on a sob consumed by the action of his mouth against hers, and she started pushing against him again.
But he continued trapping her motions, restraining her limbs. And he continued assaulting her mouth, stealing her breath and making her body blaze with desire.
“No going back, bitch,” he growled out in her ear as he settled himself beneath her opening.
She felt him pressing against her, felt the throbbing heat of him settled just outside of her dripping core. “No,” she whimpered pathetically, giving another futile push against the hard body that held her. She trembled again, her breath catching and waiting.
“I can smell your lie, slayer.” His voice rumbled in her ear as he thrust slightly against her, allowing her to feel the full size of his engorged length that would soon be filling her. “Remember that I was the one that made you weak. Remember that it is my strength holding you now.”
And then he pushed himself into her heat. She screamed out, her limbs thrashing and pushing against him to get him away, but he caught her easily, stilling her struggles with another hard thrust.
“Why struggle when you know you want it?” he whispered darkly in her ear as his pace began picking up, slamming into her again and again. Her body was trapped between him and the wall at her back. She had nowhere to go, but then, she wouldn’t have been anywhere else.
Taking in a sharp breath to concentrate on him through the layer of pain and pleasure, the fog of lust and desire, and the sinking feeling of fear and helplessness that was consuming her, making her feel something she never thought she could. She was breakable under him, she was vulnerable; and he was using her, taking her body to his own pleasure.
“I would never want you,” she spit out at him angrily.
He thrust sharply into her, and she screamed, her body clamping down around his intrusion and sending jolting waves of hot pleasure spiking through her.
“Just as well, slayer,” Inuyasha replied as he nipped lightly against the line of her jaw. “I only wanted a fuck anyways.”
His hands tightened against her hips and he picked up his pace again, slamming into her roughly, taking advantage of her thick muscles and trained flexibility to continue bending her to his will without having to concern himself with hurting her. She was moaning and whimpering against him, so lost in her pleasure that she had abandoned her struggles; and he took her compliant body greedily.
He couldn’t understand it. He was fucking the bitch like he wanted; he could feel her blazing heat, feel the trembling of her body and the way it clamped down around him; but he was being denied his release. He loved the sensation, couldn’t think of anything better than slamming himself into the hot, welcoming, slickness of a wanton female’s core. So what was wrong with him that was holding him back?
But then, unbidden, an image of him thrusting into her entered his mind, overlapped with one of another standing behind him.
Bearing his fangs, Inuyasha leaned his head back to roar out in fury. That god damned wolf had fucked with his mind! But it was in that moment too, that he finally found his release. One last hard thrust into her heated core, and he exploded within her.
Her body trembled and shook with another pulsing release the moment she felt the heat of his seed wash into her, and his ripping growl evened out to thrum steadily in his chest. A predatory gleam entered his eyes as he looked down at her flushed body and her heaving chest. She was a twisted bitch and she like being told what to do. So, if he told her he was going to take her while he was being taken by another, then she was going to do it, and she would like it.
A soft shiver of anticipation coursed through him. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
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*Is banging her head against her desk* Would you look at what this story is doing to me?! It has turned into nothing but one giant rut!
But I have to say, Inuyasha sure has his way about him. He’s gotten to lay into three people in less than a day. Not bad for a filthy hanyou, eh?
Lol, anyways. I gotta go. Maybe I’ll get a miracle and be able to drag my mind out of the gutter for a portion of this day.
Later
Shadow