A Volatile Combination by Oroyukae

Volatile Combination

AUTHOR'S NOTE; JUST A LITTLE ONE SHOT I THREW TOGETHER WHEN I WAS IN A FLOOPY KIND OF MOOD!

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Just how was it he wound up here again? Oh yes; it was his lame assed brother’s idea, and he had agreed to the fucking thing too. How humiliating. The damnable whelp used his one weakness against him, knowing it would work, and now he was caught on the precipice separating hell and purgatory, from which there would be no return. Why did he even consider listening to the ignorant bastard to begin with? Sesshoumaru answered his own question then, his mind calling forth the images quite vividly just to torture him. Kagome Higurashi; she was the reason he listened to the prick. The human female that was his bane had decided she would attend this travesty of a ‘party’ and Yasha told him he might stand a chance in getting closer to the girl who haunted his every dream; day, night or otherwise. Now he was destined to forever losing any chance of being with the female that made his mouth water and him want to follow her around as a lost puppy that needed an owner to care for it. Yeah, it was that damned bad.

He told him that she liked him; he said that she had voiced an extreme interest in him – several times, but was afraid to tell him. There were no words to describe what he felt the moment the fucker said that to him; now though, all he felt was shame and regret for daring to think he had a shot at her. Curse the hanyou his father sired in a moment of weakness, a bottle of homemade liquor, and a hard on from hell. That was what the son-of-a-bitch was after all; a big fat mistake. Of course father would never tell the boy that and Sesshoumaru was expressly forbidden from doing it, but still…

The amount of shame and humiliation he experienced upon seeing her arrive at the function on the arm of another male was immeasurable; he did not even dare try to assess the damage that had been inflicted upon him from that. Suddenly, he felt much the fool. Of course, it would have been a bit easier for him to bear had he been able to get his hands on the little fucker who had done this to him; it would have given him a way to vent his fury and frustrations upon the bastard called Inuyasha. Unfortunately the son-of-a-bitch disappeared without a trace on him. As a result, there was nothing left for the tortured Dai to do but to stand around on the sidelines and glare daggers at all those who were in attendance; with their boisterous laughter, their idiotic dancing, their inferior dates to dance with, while he was without all of the above and more. Speaking of which, the one who was supposed to have ended his several year long bout of being single was far from as attentive to him as he had been led to believe she would be. It had been for her that he had even agreed to attend this cursed thing to begin with; he thought that she would wind up his date for the night, and every other one that followed it as well.

That was not the case; she was oblivious to his presence, hell – she looked as though she did not know that there were, in fact, other’s there at all. She seemed to only have eyes for the dark haired male that was practically molesting her while they danced. He had to admit that he was a bit shocked she was even allowing the inferior being known as Bankotsu touch her in such a manner; but then he reminded himself that he had never seen the miko in such a setting before, so he had nothing to compare her behavior to. Many beings acted one way in one setting and completely different in another; she obviously was one of them. The bad thing was that he had been prepared to do the exact same thing as she was; he was going to allow the girl to see a side of him she had never seen before in the hopes that she would find said side appealing. It had been his hope to entice the tiny female into taking a chance on him and thusly finding out for herself that he was not as stuffy, as rigid, and as uptight as he was known to be. Apparently, the miko would never find out now; not with that nasty, vulgar ass-grabber Bankotsu standing in his way.    

There she was, dancing with that fucking loser Bankotsu; the freaking love of her life, according to all who hung around them that were there at the moment. Sesshoumaru had overheard a few of them talking about the amorous couple dancing in such an inappropriate manner. Oh sure they did not use names, but he knew precisely who they were talking about; it wasn’t like he had to be a genius to do that. How he just wanted to rip out the fucker’s intestines and let his huge assed Akita, Bosco, use them for a chew toy. Yeah, it was safe to assume he hated that guy too. In fact, at this moment in time, he hated everyone except Kagome. He could never hate her; she could slap his face, knee him in the groin and spit on his pain wracked body as he lay on the ground and still…he would adore her.

The tormented Dai believed that if he had to see that hand squeeze Kagome’s ass one more damned time he would go on a rampage. Suddenly he found himself regretting that he allowed his brother to drive them there; they were out in the middle of nowhere and he had no other way to get home. If not for the very long trek back home, at this time of night, he would have started walking long before now. No, he wasn’t scared of the dark or the things that went bump in it; he just hated long walks was all. Oh, and mosquitoes….and raccoons…they carry diseases, you know. For the love of god; just how many damned times was that low life going to inspect the girl’s tonsils? For the love of Kami, he needed another drink.

The beings gathered around the area deemed as the ‘bar’ stared at him as he approached, some whispered and even a few of them sniggered; how he wished they would just spontaneously combust for his viewing pleasure. It would make his night if he could sit back and watch them screaming and running around like the fools that they were. Morons; the whole damned lot of them, they sucked. The r-tards were too stupid to even choose good liquor for this complete waste of time. Wait…r-tards? Great; he was picking up some of the hanyou’s moronic speech habits now. How low will he sink in all of this? Apparently to levels he never thought were possible…

Oh, the hanyou was dead for this; he would die slowly and painfully with excessive amounts of torture thrown in for good measure. That would teach the little cretin; he never should have entertained the thought that he could fuck with the likes of his elder half sibling. That would be Yasha’s downfall. It then occurred to the young demon that if he did murder his sibling, a reference that made his stomach lurch, he would definitely never again have the opportunity to even be in the same room as Kagome. She would hate him even more than she already did if he were to off her friend; that would be unacceptable. Perfect; not only did he make a complete fool out of himself by coming tonight, he could not even seek satisfaction on top of it too. Truly the Kami had a personal grudge against him for some reason.

Three beers down and he felt no better than he did before; in fact, he may even feel worse, for Kagome and Bankotsu were looking quite…friendly right about now. Oh, if that cur touched one inappropriate place on the girl’s person, someone would die tonight; maybe not the one he wanted to, but definitely someone. That was something at least. Bankotsu did not deserve to even look at the miko, let alone touch her intimate person; no one but he, Sesshoumaru, should have the honor. Of course, it had been made very clear that he would never, ever; never, ever, ever, ever, to the infinity, be allowed said honor, but that was beside the point.

He glanced down at himself, wondering what was so undesirable about him that repelled the female he wanted. He was well-built, at least in his eyes he was; he had silky shoulder length silver hair that rivaled even a supermodel in all those magazines he saw her reading frequently. And he had a good sense of fashion, despite the uncomfortable get up the half-breed had convinced him to wear. Leather pants? Come on; he should have known that the punk was pulling something on him, but Yasha swore that the girl would find him irresistable if he wore them. There was one thing that he thought would gain him some points with the female, and that was the fact that, in his current attire, there was no way to conceal what he had in the equipment department. After years of gym class and countless hours spent training with his sensei in the dojo, he had the confidence to say that he, Sesshoumaru, was hung like a horse. Seriously. It was almost like the Kami had decided he needed an extra, extra large for some reason; although he had yet to put his equipment to the proper test to be certain that it even worked properly. Self given hand jobs did not count as an accurate test; there was still the chance of malfunction. He was still waiting for the right test subject. Speaking of which…

Wait, where did they go? One minute they were there amongst the so-called ‘partiers’, dancing and groping one another and the next they were gone. Disappeared into thin air it would seem. No, this was not right; she would not have gone off with Bankotsu to be…alone during a party, would she? He had not heard a scuffle, no indication that Bankotsu had forced her to leave…so where the hell were they at? He scanned the vast sea of faces, near desperately searching for the sweet face of his angel, but could not locate her. This was not good.

If the idiots did not move out of his way, he would gut them all where they stood! He had to find her and possibly interrupt anything that might be going on between the two of them. Knowing that Bankotsu was allowed privileges with the miko that he, Sesshoumaru, could only dream about was one thing; but for him to be allowed the ultimate of all privileges…well, that could not be allowed at all. Kagome was still pure, this he knew from the few seconds he had been near her in the past, and  just before his pride and ego were blown into a quadrillion tiny shards and scattered to the winds. May they rest in peace.  Finally locating a being he could sort of trust to tell him what he needed to know, Sesshoumaru set his sights on Miroku. The guy might be a raging pervert and an ever bigger man-whore than even Yasha; which was saying something, Miroku would tell the truth.

It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do in his life, concealing his fury from everyone around him as he listened to his worst fear coming to pass; Kagome and Bankotsu had gone to the area designated for…amorous couples. His hands ached to move, he was holding them perfectly still so his condition would not be revealed to others and he fought to hide the fury welling up inside of him. Miroku looked like he was about to bust something; his face was turning a noticeable shade of reddish-purple, the fool. If one laugh escaped his mouth, he would be eating through a tube for the rest of his life. Once he had the information he wanted, including the location of his miko and the soon to be castrated Bankotsu, Sesshoumaru left the monk to his inner laugh fest, keeping his ears perked for any of those laughs to escape. God help the pervert in one did.

At first glance, the place looked deserted; not a single writhing and sweating couple could be seen anywhere. Sesshoumaru thought that maybe Miroku had been less than forthcoming with the information he provided; which would prove to be rather unwise for him to have done. Why was everyone so hell bent on forcing him to forsake his promise about not engaging in any physical confrontations, save for beating the half-breed of course. Father had made him vow long ago that he would never fight again after having killed three beings and nearly had his own life taken as payment. That was a very, very long time ago indeed, and ever since then he had lived up to his vow…until tonight. Tonight he would forsake said vow to either stop, or interrupt, the corruption of the miko named Kagome. Maybe then everyone will see he was not one to be trifled with; something they obviously did not realize, for whatever their reasons.

Every day they found reasons to fuck with him in one way or another, for his half-sibling decided to tell everyone in their freshman year of high school that he had vowed to not fight for any reason and, so ended Sesshoumaru’s silent reign of intimidation. From there on he had to endure the teases and the taunts of others, doing nothing in retaliation except using his sharp words; which after a while stopped working altogether. He became the school target and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Unfortunately, Kagome had witnessed everything and thusly his chances at attracting her went out the proverbial fucking window, literally. While she did not engage in the teasing and other malicious shenanigans, she did not say a thing against them either. It didn’t matter though; he still was enamored by her, captivated by her simple yet elegant beauty.

He narrowed his eyes on the sweaty and disheveled couple going at it in the bushes to his left, eying them with disdain and ignoring their accusations of him being a perv. They didn’t know him; like he would enjoy watching them roll around like a couple of grunting, sweating swine. His search continued, resulting in him being called many unbecoming names, and his panic grew; if he did not find them soon, there would be no need to rescue the girl at all. Kagome would belong to the filthy human male in every sense of the word and he, Sesshoumaru would lose her forever. Not that he ever really had her to begin with, but still.

They weren’t behind the small abandoned shed, nor were they behind the boulder by the creek. Damn it! The bastard was sure to have begun his seducing of Kagome, Sesshoumaru was sure of it. Right about now his clammy, nasty hands were touching places they had no business touching; his mouth was venturing across the previously unchartered territory of Kagome’s flesh and it made the demon’s blood boil in his veins. Damn it to hell!   Why didn’t the miko want him? He was so much better than Bankotsu, in every way imaginable; compared to the young Dai, Bankotsu was nothing but a broken down mule in need of being put out of his misery, while he, Sesshoumaru, was the strong and powerful stallion in need of a good, hard ride. She should want to ride the stallion, damn it!

Of course, he had never really formally announced his interest in her; he could never find the courage to say what was in his heart for her. Why would he when she never even gave him a first glance, let alone a second one; for him to announce his interest would be the ultimate humiliation for him. He would never live that down. Sesshoumaru had to take to finding reasons to even run into her, to see her and hear her voice; it was pathetic, but necessary. He was helpless to resist her.

Another possible location eliminated; he was reaching the end of the line and still had not found them. His chaotic thoughts shifted to just what he would do to interrupt them if he did find them. Just how was he going to explain his reasons for hunting them down? Okay, he had not thought about that before; it was something that had slipped his mind. Sesshoumaru mentally ran down ideas, but each one was just as lame and ridiculous as the one before it and he really had no damned idea as to what to say when he found them.

 His eyes narrowed as he happed to catch sight of the other being he had been hoping to run into this night, the very one whose life hung in the balance due to his ignorance and poor judgment as to what was funny. Inuyasha was engaged in intimate activities just on the other side of the hill; his quiet groans of implied pleasure were unmistakable to a demon with such keen hearing as Sesshoumaru had. Oh, the half-breed would be sorry he ever decided to try to pull something like this on him. Sesshoumaru stalked over, intent on breaking up the little fuck session his half brother was participating in at the moment; if he was not going to be getting any, and then the hanyou would not either. Fair was fair, after all. His plans for ending Yasha’s activities came to an abrupt halt as soon as the Dai realized that his suspicions about the little fucker were true. Of course, he never actually expected them to be; hence his extreme shock when he saw the whelp in the bitch position while a rather impressively sized phallus pounded into his back door…It was oddly disturbing to say the least. Sesshoumaru wondered if Koga’s buddies knew he swung that way, but he dismissed all thoughts of using said information against either one of them in the future; it was kind of humiliating that his half brother was the one taking a dick up his ass like that. The other way around; oh yeah he would make sure that everyone knew about Yasha’s preferences in a heart beat; but this was just plain degrading to his family name on so many levels. No, it was better left in the proverbial closet; that was for sure. Sesshoumaru backed off slowly and quietly then.

Considering the hanyou’s current state; it was doubtful he knew where to find the miko and her ‘companion’, the boy looked as though he could barely recall what day it was – let alone anything else. On with his search, his desperation to reach them before it was too late reaching new and dangerous levels.  He had run out of places to look and the sudden thought that Bankotsu may have talked her into leaving the party altogether finally occurred to him; which made his heart race as sheer panic set into his every fiber. If they did leave, it would mean that he could not stop them from…no…NO! This was not happening; his miko was not being defiled by that detestable human male who was known to have fucked anything and everything he could get his hands on. It was well known that Bankotsu frequently rode his females bareback, and his promiscuity made it possible that Kagome could wind up with a disease from his wandering dick. Or worse, she could wind up impregnated with Bankotsu’s bastard child…

Pain rose up in his chest as he frantically ran down his options in this, deeming the next logical move to be making sure that Bankotsu’s van was still there at the party. Who knew, maybe he would  get lucky and they would be there in the van; which would enable the Daiyoukai to put a stop to whatever plans the human male might have for the miko. It was definitely better than standing there doing nothing, so that was what the demon did; he headed in the vicinity of the parking area to find the van Bankotsu and his friends had deemed ‘Pussy Central’. This endeavor took much less time than the site by site search had; he knew exactly where to go and therefore could use his speed to arrive in a timely manner. Locating the van was not difficult; it was rather easy to tell the truth, despite the numerous vehicles crammed into that one area like canned fish. Did these fools not realize that leaving here without accidents was nearly impossible due to the bad parking and the inebriation of nearly every damned moron there? Who really cared anyway; all Sesshoumaru cared about was finding Kagome before Bankotsu could violate the female he, Sesshoumaru, wanted for himself. The Daiyoukai did not like to share things and he liked ‘sloppy seconds’ even less, although he was not too sure what that meant; Yasha had said it a few times and it just seemed to fit into this situation so, the demon used it.    

 As soon as he saw the van, he knew he was too late; the thing was rocking on its shocks and the tell tale signs of passion and lust were easily heard coming from inside the vehicle. Oh, the fury he felt then; it surged up and encompassed his entire being from the inside out. Things were not going to end well for the human who had basically stolen the one thing the young and frustrated Daiyoukai coveted most in the world. There was no doubt about it. His deep growl turned into a snarl and then graduated to a bone chilling feral roar the likes Sesshoumaru had never heard before – and his sire could damn near shatter widows when he was pissed off; this one though, rivaled even his sire’s best, and if he had the time – the demon would be proud about it. As it was, he did not have said time, as his roar of extreme fury alerted many to what was going to happen and he did not have much time to complete his plan, so hesitating was not an option.

The demon ripped the door open, instantly grabbing a bare ankle of said offensive person, and drug his sorry ass out of the van. The screams and loud thud of Bankotsu’s body striking the bumper and then the just as hard and unforgiving ground only served to fuel the rage and feed the need for satisfaction in the fitting Dai. So far gone in his fury was he that Sesshoumaru forgot about Kagome for a time and concentrated on making the vile creature in his hold regret the decision to stick his inept dick anywhere near what should belong to the Inu. Oh yes, Bankotsu would lose said appendage for his audacity, his daring, his stupidity.  It did not matter that the human had no clue that Sesshoumaru desired the girl; that was completely irrelevant. At least to him it was anyway. If the man-whore was not so intent on defiling as many females as possible, this would most likely never have happened. If Bankotsu’s indiscriminate fucking caused the miko to contract something, anything at all, he would die! Yes die – and he would deserve it too.

The forming crowd did not deter the demon whatsoever; what did he care if there were witnesses to his beating some morals into this low life prick? It was something that should have been done long ago, but no one had the sense to do it until now; until he, Sesshoumaru, stepped up to provide the heavy hand of retribution for all this cur had done…

The voice of his half-sibling rang out in the night, asking him what he thought he was doing; telling him he promised their father he would not fight. It did not matter. Bankotsu deserved everything he was going to get, and more.  No, he would not let the worthless excuse for a male go; what was Yasha insane? Did he not see what the guy had done to his supposed best friend? The crowd stood staring, trembling with fear as they watched Sesshoumaru throw the naked and bewildered boy several yards, only to come crashing to the ground rather painfully, if the cries were anything to go by. There were no words to describe the sick satisfaction it gave him to hear the human cry out in agony like that; it made it heart race and his blood burn. He would hear many, many more as he made the fool suffer for his unforgivable transgression this night.

Just as he started for the motionless body, laying there stunned and in sheer pain, a sound caught his attention and made his demon ears perk with interest…Kagome’s voice. The girl was asking him what he was doing; why he was beating up Bankotsu like that. Did she not know he was doing it for her? Was she so naïve that she could not understand he was trying to restore her honor? Why would she care that he was breaking his vow and would most likely have to pay for what he intended to do?  Was that…was that fear and sadness in her voice? No, it couldn’t be; she did not care enough for him to be concerned about what would happen to him if he finished what he started. Somehow the low quality alcohol he had consumed before must be affecting his hearing…

The human male moved and Sesshoumaru readied for an attack; crouching just a hair in preparation for his prey to rise to his feet and either charge or attempt a retreat. Neither move would be effective; he would still suffer for all he has done. Suddenly, she was there before him, positioned between the human and himself as if to shield the being that had defiled her from harm. Sesshoumaru eyed her suspiciously, wondering why she was wearing different clothes than she had been before and how she had dressed so quickly. It made no sense to him, just why this female was defending Bankotsu; after the haze cleared from her mind, Kagome should have realized what had been about to happen and that she had been seduced. She displayed no signs of remorse or regret for what had nearly happened to her; which instilled such pain in the chivalrous Inu that he had to close his blood red eyes to offset the effects. She wanted the human male, all he had heard about their relationship tonight was true and it did nothing but burden him with even more humiliation than before. Gods, he was such a fucking idiot! She neither wanted nor needed his assistance…in anything at all it would seem.

Sesshoumaru turned from her; the female that had haunted him relentlessly, and he slowly began to walk away and that was when he saw it…her; okay, so he really did not know just what it was he was seeing. How the fuck could she be in two different places at once? Turning back around he saw Kagome behind him, wearing one outfit, and once he whirled back to his previous position, there she was again, but in the outfit he saw her wearing when she arrived earlier…what in the holy hell was going on? He heard the hanyou swear, saying something about how he forgot to tell him about the miko’s sister, Kikyo, being there at the party too…sister? Since when did Kagome have a sister? This was new information, and the Dai had done such extensive research on the miko over the years; how the fuck could he have missed the fact that she had a sister for Kami’s sake. Everyone was staring at him and he felt so…self conscious then. He had to put some distance between him and the rest of the idiots to gain some perspective over the entire situation; which was what his feet apparently decided to do, for he started walking and did not stop. He continued on even though voices called after him, telling him to wait or to stop altogether. He wouldn’t stop though, not until he walked his retarded demon ass back into town and locked himself in his room. He did not care that his father was going to have a feral fit; at least he would not be alone in the fit throwing department tonight. Maybe the old man would beat him for his actions, rendering him unconscious or, preferably, in a coma. One could hope.

There would be no recovering from this recent humiliation; everyone was more than likely able to guess the reason for his actions tonight, even a raging moron could figure it out. He was now, officially, the laughing stock of the entire university and he would ever have to hide his face in shame. He would never see the miko again; he would make sure of it. It would be so very painful to have her look upon him and know how stupid he was; that he dared to think that he could…that she would…that they could ever have any type of relationship. At all.

On he walked, wondering just why he did not access his speed to make his trip shorter; he instantly deemed it to be because he wanted to punish himself for being a fool. By making himself walk the entire distance without the aid of his demonic enhancements, he was paying for what he had done…and preparing for what was to come. Maybe he would fall victim to one of those disease carrying creatures he abhorred so much; thusly bringing his torment to an end for once, permanently. No, he would never get so lucky; besides, he had spent enough time around the citronella that it had permeated his clothing and embedded so deep into his skin, no mosquito would come within a hundred yards of his person. On top of that, any creature out here wouldn’t dare attempt to attack him in the mood he was in; they were rather intuitive things, raccoons. Great, it seemed that nothing would work in his favor at all.

Someone was coming, he heard the engine long before the vehicle could even draw near; he was being followed, perfect.  What, did they not have enough amusement at his expense that they had to come looking for more? Closer the car came and then it moved to the other lane as if it was going to pass him. Sesshoumaru dared to hope that he had been wrong and that this was just a motorist out for a late drive. Yeah, it was kind of stupid, but it was all he had to try and maintain some dignity damn it.

His humiliation knew no bounds then as the miko’s voice sounded just beside him, apparently leaning out the car window to try to gain his attention. The girl did not understand that she had always had his attention; she just did not want it and therefore could not see it. He did not look at her, he just kept right on walking, ignoring her just like she had always done to him; it was extremely difficult though. Kagome was calling to him, asking him to get in the car so they could go back to the party and talk, but he did not even acknowledge her request. There was no fucking way in hell he was going back there to endure the stares and the whispers from the more reserved beings; not to mention the teasing comments from the more outgoing and annoying ones as well. No, he was walking home and locking himself away from the world, just as he had planned to do. He could finish his studies online, if father allowed him to that was. If not, maybe he could transfer to another university, one far away from those who knew his shame and delighted in using it against him? In any case, the university campus had seen the last of their ‘whipping boy’, for that was what he felt like at that very second; the whipping boy for every being that walked the corridors and grounds he had attended for the last two fucking years of his life…all because of a promise he made to his father, and one irresistable miko.

The hanyou screaming at Kagome piqued the demon’s curiosity, as well as his anger – the whelp had no business screaming at her for any reason. It would seem that said female was doing something that his half-breed of a half-sibling found potentially dangerous, but for the life of him he could not bring himself to turn his head and look at her. He felt her eyes on him, knew she was watching him, and if their eyes met…oh god, he was sure he would die right there. Consequently, he had no desire to meet his end out in the middle of nowhere on a deserted road, in the dark where he would be deemed nothing more than road kill due to his dark clothing. Cars would roll right over him and keep right on going…Damn, he really was pathetic, wasn’t he? It was father’s fault, his lack of esteem, forcing him to make that cursed vow; it had just the same as castrated him and rendered his manhood useless. Hell, he may as well throw a dress on and change his name to Suki, or Sakura…okay, that was not helping him at all. Did insanity come hand in hand with stupidity? It was possible…

Things occurred so fast then that was not entirely sure just what the fuck happened. One minute he was walking along, ignoring his half-sibling and the miko, and the next he was laying on his back in the ditch while said miko kind of pinned him down. Her slight frame did nothing to render him immobile, save for the fact that it was laying atop him in a very inappropriate, but oh so wonderful way. Still in a state of perplexity, Sesshoumaru watched as she sat up on his person and waved to Yasha, telling him to go on, they were fine. Fine? How was he fine? He was utterly humiliated, depressed beyond belief, ambushed, assaulted, and most assuredly filthy to boot. She called that fine? Great, just fucking great; it would seem that in the process of being attacked and rolled into the vile debris that lined the ditch, he was certain his leather pants had split on him…yep, he was right. At that very minute, he had some kind of questionable moisture seeping into said tear and making intimate contact with his ass. Will the degradation of this night ever end? Why was it always him, Sesshoumaru, who had to suffer on a regular basis?   Why, oh why, had he not found a way to wear underwear? All he could do was lay there with his eyes closed and prayed for some rabid creature to come sink its diseased fangs into his person, not realizing that said disease would assure a slow and painful demise. His mind was not working properly it would seem.

 Somehow, her voice broke through and he found himself concentrating on her words; he was unsure that he was even hearing the girl correctly, daring to think that maybe he had suffered some kind of head injury on their impact with the side road. His interest in her one sided conversation grew as she confessed to him that she only came to the party because Yasha had told her that he would be there; that she had hoped to work up the nerve to tell him she found him interesting and attractive. She informed him that her car had died on hr and she had to have a friend come and get her; which was the reason she had been so late in arriving. His eyes widened as she said that she found it kind of flattering that he would break his promise to his father in order to try to save her virtue and restore her honor, even if it was wrong for him to hurt Bankotsu in a fit of rage. The girl told him that she had wanted to initiate a relationship with him for some time but, she had been too shy to say a word because he never showed an interest in her. Kagome then stated that she had been afraid he was not attracted to her and would reject her or laugh at her. Just why he said what he did then, he would never really know, but he had cleared his throat, narrowed his eyes at her and asked what the joke was.

Apparently, his inquiry upset the girl; something he realized when sadness and hurt seeped into her sparkling blue eyes. Just as Kagome went to remove herself from his person, Sesshoumaru placed his hands on her hips, stopping her retreat. He said nothing for many long minutes, just stared up into her eyes and searching the endless blue for answers to unspoken questions.

Was she being completely honest with him? Did she really house such feelings for him, for the length of time that she claimed? There was no cruel and malicious prank going on, of which he was the target?  One by one, those questions were answered; his demon heart filling with both hope and joy, things he had not know for some time. Never would he ever have dreamed of hearing such wonderful words from the girl; he thought that, should he be given the chance, he would have to work hard for such praise from her. As it would seem, she had wanted him for nearly as long as he had wanted hr, and neither one had a fucking clue. Oh, others did; this Sesshoumaru knew for a fact. Be it from his hanyou half sibling’s mouth, or conclusions drawn from close scrutiny, some knew.

When he asked her just how she had managed to bring him down like she did, Kagome told him she had climbed out of the car window, perched herself on the frame and literally hurled herself at him and hoped like hell she did not miss him in the process. That made her chuckle, but it brought a scowl to the young Dai’s face; she could have seriously injured herself, doing something so impetuous and dangerous. When her hand touched his cheek ever so softly, her thumb caressing his flesh in one of the many ways he had imagined over and over again, he was sure he was dreaming. Her whispered words of thanks for caring about her well being made his heart quicken, and he swallowed his next words for her – certain that he would sound like an idiot if he told her what he had been thinking at that moment. By all appearances, he had a very good shot at making something out of this little encounter and by the gods; he was not going to fuck it up for any damned reason.

And there they sat; well, one sat and one lay to be technical about it, silent and uncertain just where to go from here. Yes, they both wanted each other, and were now aware of that; they just did not know what should be done about it now that the other knew and reciprocated. Oh, Sesshoumaru knew what he wanted to do, but that would be inappropriate considering they had just become a couple… wait, were they even a couple? Oh for piss sake, he had no damned clue if they were even considered to be dating. Suddenly, out of the blue, the girl told him she liked his leather pants and asked him just how long he had been wearing that kind of garment, never recalling ever seeing or hearing of him doing so before. Deciding to be truthful, he told her that this was the first time he ever wore such things, only doing so because Yasha had said it would make her notice him. They both laughed over that, and it seemed to put them a little more at ease. Not wanting to end the extremely encouraging atmosphere they had created, the Dai squirmed a bit underneath her; which brought attention to how uncomfortable he was. The miko asked him if he was okay, and for whatever damned reason he decided to tell her the truth about his split pants and the moisture creeping up his ass…yeah, real romantic there. Instantly the female extricated herself from his person and Sesshoumaru nearly whined from the loss, thank god he managed to stop himself though. He had known enough humiliation tonight and definitely did not need anymore.

He helped to move her off him, and then scrambled to a much drier spot in which to sit down. The change in location did not help much; it only kept his person from being violated further by the foul liquid there in the ditch.

Kagome then asked him if he wanted to go back, but he shook his head at her, telling her that he definitely did not want to return to the place where he had made a complete and total ass of himself. The words had only just left his mouth when the miko informed him that he had not made an ass out of himself with what he had done; she said that everyone there were now terrified of him. It would seem that some even sought to convince the human he had damn near crippled not to file charges on him for assault out of fear of reprisals. How kind of the idiots; it was about time they did something that could be considered nice for a change.

There was something nagging at him, threatening to ruin his jubilant moment; it would not relent and demanded it be addressed before he committed himself to this thing any further. The young Dai asked her why she never objected to any of the things those fools had put him through over the years. He had to know if she had found enjoyment in any of it whatsoever. Despite how much he wanted to be with the veritable goddess sitting to his right, he was not sure if he could do it if she did; in fact, find amusement in what the others had done to him in the past. He waited for her answer, holding his breath without even realizing he was doing it; every kami that ever existed heard his prayers that she would say no, that she had hated them for what they had subjected him to. If her answer happened to be a yes, then…he would forever treasure the moment she had told him she wanted him.

The female told him that she had hoped he would not ask her that, and his heart sank. His entire body went numb, turning as cold as ice; ice that crept toward his pounding heart and threatening to freeze said organ solid so that he would never have to endure such agony again. If it froze, he would never be hurt again; he would be completely devoid of any bothersome emotions such as love and torment. The Dai would be protected from everything and everyone, especially the girl named Kagome.

The miko confessed that, at first, she felt he deserved it; that it was because of the way he treated everyone like they were beneath him, like dirt under his feet. She recalled how he never had a nice word for anyone, never allowed a smile to cross his face, and the way he looked upon others with pure loathing and apparent conviction. He longed to tell her that she had entered into the picture long after everything began and he was forced to do those things in order to try to protect himself; that their antics had made it necessary, but she seemed to already know that. Kagome then launched into the very moment she began to suspect that there was a reason why he was the way he was, and that she had deliberately searched out the reason in order to try to understand him better. This sparked an ember of hope inside the demon once more; daring to do what he could to keep said ember from going out and allowing the ice to advance upon his very soul.

His hope grew in strength then as she revealed that she frequently did what she could to dissuade the others from their tormenting him, and when she could not do that; she hung around to make sure things did not get out of hand. The miko claimed that she refrained from objecting too much, or speaking out against their treatment because she feared that he would discover he desire for him and be repulsed by it, finding it distasteful that she, a human, housed such feeling for him, a Daiyoukai. Kagome then stated that, had she known she stood a snowballs chance in hell, she would have announced her interest and set to publicly making each and every last one of them sorry for everything they ever did to him. That meant a lot to him, but he did not say that to her. He had looked weak in her eyes for so long that he now needed to show her he was strong and powerful in order for there to be a balance. It would never wok out if there wasn’t.

That was it; it was official, the miko was going to be his. Silence fell then, he did not know what to say in response to her confession. What did one say? God, he was so inexperienced in this, having never had a true relationship to speak of until now. Until her. There was so much he wanted to do, but he did not know where to begin. Her touching his hand jolted his frantic mind back to the situation at hand; how glorious it was, the sight of her hand in his with the fingers gently interlaced. Now, he knew what he wanted, no…what he had to do; he just hoped she would not object to it though.

He had dreamed of doing this, and now he had the chance to see that dream realized. His free hand raised to gingerly move a wisp of ebony from her face; which prompted her to look at his and, dear gods, he was suddenly lost in those endless azure orbs of hers. Inching forward, the Daiyoukai watched her face to make sure she wanted him to do it, seeking her approval for what he wanted to do to her. Seeing no objection whatsoever, his confidence grew and he moved even closer to his target…those divine looking lips of hers. The beckoned him, called out to him and demanded his immediate attention. Oh, in mere seconds, he was going to have one of his dreams come true…

He was going to kill that bastard he was forced to share a home with; how dare that prick interrupt this moment for him? Yasha had to have seen them from down the road and, therefore knew that they were indulging in a magic moment…but he obviously did not give a flying fuck at all. Who the fuck cared if their father had called and demanded they come home; his old ass has had sex before, knew what a woman’s lips tasted like, he could wait, damn it! Yasha should just shut the fuck up or else there may just be an article in the next edition of the university paper about the secret life of a half-Inu…who loves getting it hard and rough from an equally well known Ookami! How he hated the prick for blaring his horn like that and spoiling the mood. He. Was. Dead.  No, seriously this time; the fucker was going to join their ancestors in the hereafter. He was not going to live to see the sun rise...

What in the world? Sweet mother of all that is pure, Kagome was kissing him; she was pressing those ever so sinfully soft petals against his and kissing him into a lust filled haze. Him, Sesshoumaru…uh – damn it, Sesshoumaru…something. Oh how in the hell did she get so good at this; did he really want to know? No, probably not. Time seemed to stand still for them; he was quite certain he did not care if it ever started again. He was in complete bliss. Fireworks were going off inside of his head, and his inner beast was howling like mad. Should he be concerned about whether or not she was offended by his hardening member?

His tongue pushed into her velvet cavern and he did not stifle the moan that move created, nothing could compare with her flavor and that deserved a virtual symphony, complete with symbols and that big drum thing…what was it called again? Why was he trying to even think of such a thing now, at such an important time? Another snarl from the half-breed, and the sniveling little worm would lose his larynx…

 Damn how he hated extricating himself from her person, but the hanyou would make their night a living hell…even more so than it already had been, and so ended the Daiyoukai’s first serious kiss. How he had wished it had been hers as well, but he new that he was just being stupid. Kagome was far too beautiful and accomplished in that department to have been a rookie; it was a nice thought though.

He helped her to her feet and they walked over to the car; the female would more than likely wish to ride up front for comfort purposes and so he climbed into the backseat while praying like hell that he did not look like a moron trying to maneuver into the small space. Leave it to the hanyou to go for looks more than comfort; imbecile. 

Now, he was not expecting Kagome to climb in the back with him; this was a very welcomed surprise to say the least. While the half-breed drove off toward town, Sesshoumaru lifted his arm up and draped it over the backseat, trying to get comfortable in the tiny metal box. It was not easy at all. Her hair smelled so divine as she laid her head against his shoulder; he lost the ability to think clearly, indicated by his arm dropping to her shoulders where his massive hand dangled precariously over one of her firm, delectable breasts. Was it wrong he did not move it? More, that was what he wanted as her lips bestowed kisses upon his neck; he definitely wanted more…

After a minute or two, the Dai realized that he was being much the female in the budding relationship, and a sudden image of his half sibling found its way into his brain; which almost made him hurl right then and there. In any case, he was allowing her to make all the moves and progress in said relationship, and that was the same as submitting to her dominance over him. This did not set well with him at all. He was the one who had deemed himself a stallion was he not? Yet he sat there doing nothing to show his female how much of a stallion he was? That was positively shameful, not to mention obscene. Oh no, this had to be remedied post haste…He turned himself just a bit, now able to look at her comfortably as he initiated some further contact between him and his miko.

He feigned confidence, unwilling for her to see his uncertainty that he was doing things right when he crashed his lips over hers, his tongue sweeping her petals in what he hoped was a passionate manner. Okay, whimpering was good, right? She was supposed to make that sound, this he was certain of. Yes! He was on the right track apparently, for her body pressed even closer to his. Sesshoumaru pulled her closer while a hand crept up to tangle his long fingers in her hair to keep her from pulling back too soon.

If he were to die right now, he would do so happily…no, scratch that; there was no way in hell he was willing to check out without having sex at least once…sad as it sounded, he did not wish to die a virgin. The very thought of how it would be the first for both of them brought a smile to his face as he continued to kiss her. His hands ached to explore her body, to learn every curve in intricate detail; however, he could not do such a thing at this point in time. There were many reasons for this, the first on being that his nosey half-sibling was in the front seat and would both see and hear all that transpired. Second; it was not time for that just yet. They needed to get to know each other first, learn what the other liked before they indulged in the pleasures they could give each other. Trial and error was good for some things, but not for tending the needs of one’s female. If it went bad, there was no recovering from that; he had read that in many articles on relationships and what females want…oh for the love of god, he had to stop being such a loser. The truth was; he was literally dying to get his hands on her glorious mounds and tweak those tiny twin peaks until she was begging him to …

Apparently, they were making the hanyou uncomfortable with their display of affection, because said hanyou was bitching and complaining so much that it was swiftly becoming a distraction. A growl and a threat later, and the half-breed kept his mind and his eyes on the road the rest of the drive into town. Yasha could manage to make an intelligent decision at times; although it was rare. Unfortunately, they reached the female’s home far too soon for his tastes, and he was a bit certain he did not want to even get out of the car due to certain…circumstances involving his intimate person. Yes, he had a raging hard on and those damned pants did nothing to hide it, in fact they drew attention to the thing. Still, she did request that he walk her to her door, and he was nothing if not a gentleman with a lady.

It was now or never; if he really wanted to impress this miko then he had to do something before she walked into her home and closed that door. Was she waiting for him to make a move? Had he not made a few of those in the car? Perhaps he had been too subtle? Did she expect him to try to cop a feel, and if so, how much was acceptable without being labeled a letch?  Okay; that was enough! This idiocy had to fucking stop! He, Sesshoumaru was a grown male, and as such, it was expected that he know how to show this woman how much he desired her. This over thinking things had to end now. He was going to do it; he was going to leave her so consumed by the fires of lust and desire that she would have explicit fantasies about him as she slumbered this night, and every night that followed it.

God, her body felt so wonderful pressed into his chest like this; her sweet oral cavern was his tongue’s playground, and play it did…over and over again. That firm ripe breast beneath his hands would miss him when he left; of this he was certain. Her creamy neck would tingle for hours, even after she showered, reminding her of just how it felt to be suckled by his lips, laved by his tongue, and nipped ever so gently by his demon fangs. Oh yes, she would be seeking his company quite regularly. One last kiss placed upon the spot right behind her ear; followed by the most sensual of caresses on the ridge of said ear…with his tongue; and concluded with a deep growl to be ready for him at seven the next evening was the final touches to his performance this night.

Sesshoumaru withdrew from the miko’s arms, pleased beyond measure with her quiet whimper protesting the loss. He knew she was watching him walk away, but he was not as concerned about the peepshow she was being treated to thanks to the near gaping rip in his pants. In fact, he was kind of proud to be treating her to such a show. Amazing, wasn’t it; how his night of humiliation and seeming degradation managed to turn into the best damned night of his fucking life? Well, up to that point it was; there were many, many more to come; and every last one of them involved that miko. That virgin miko; the very one that would not be a virgin for much longer…not if he had anything to do with it, and he just knew that he would too.

Slamming the car door shut, he did not try to hide the grin that spread across his face. Sesshoumaru looked at his half-sibling and decided…the fucker would live a bit longer; just how much longer was yet to be seen though. It all depended on how well Yasha behaved himself, for even though the demon did owe his half sibling for assisting in him landing the miko, it did not mean he would put up with the idiot unnecessarily. Gratitude only went so damned far, after all.

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