Skyeshots - The FIREMENS! Saga by Miss Kagura

Hot Water by Purple Prose Ninja

Note: This chapter was not written by yours truly, Miss_Kagura. I have formed an unholy alliance with someone in this fandom. You can thank my secret collaborator for this delicious bit of dirty. I will answer no questions as to this person's identity, other than their name starts with the letter '3.'

The throaty growl of diesel purred as the fire engine approached the station late in the evening.  Orange and magenta, the summer sunset reflected off its ash-dusted paint as it rolled up the driveway and into the spacious garage.  Brakes whining pleasantly, the truck came to a stop on the polished concrete and after a moment, the engine quit. 

With seemingly great effort, its doors finally swung open and wearily, soot-stained men began to pour out.  Their broad shoulders bowed, they trudged across the floor toward the line of black lockers that ran along the wall.  Not too exhausted to be negligent, the men carefully stacked and hung their equipment in their proper places, permitting their duty only to falter on the cleanliness of their tools.  That could wait until the next shift.  As it was, a shower and bed was all that consumed their minds, at least almost all of them.

Sesshoumaru returned his blackened helmet to its hook, his thoughts lost to the tangles of the day.  From early in the morning when he raced back to the station until they pulled in a few minutes ago, he and the crew had been battling a small forest fire.  Started near a hot spring resort, it was likely the result of a waywardly tossed cigarette butt.  Thankfully, it hadn't grown into a terribly aggressive blaze despite the hot weather, but that didn't mean that he and the crew had had it easy.  With the fire at the center of several large hotels and a bustling business district, they had spent more time digging a firebreak around it than actually putting it out.

The vivid flavor of sweat-kissed skin replaced the taste of ash in his mouth and he remembered what else had occupied his mind throughout the hellish day.  The daiyoukai moistened his lips as he imagined the feel of her tantalizing curves writhing under his fingertips.  Her feathery giggle when he found a ticklish spot followed by her breathless gasp when he found what made her toes curl.  Beneath his bulky, fire-retardant pants, his flimsier, insulating pair tightened and a concurring rumble warmed in his throat.  He couldn't disagree.  He had to taste her again.  He had to feel and fuck her again.  There was no getting around it.

With a loud clang, his locker door slammed shut, jarring the rarely startled demon from the lust-filled scenarios running rampant through his mind.  Glaring angrily at the sleepy-eyed hanyou leaning against the locker beside his, Sesshoumaru attempted to find a suitably threatening reply, but was soon deprived as his indifferent half-brother swiftly spoke up.

"Sesshoumaru, quit spacin' out," Inuyasha barked, scratching under his nose with his fingers pinched.  Neither disgusted nor pleased with the soot that now coated his fingertips, he then began to rub it away until the skin was only a faint gray.  "Let's go shower and get some food.  Pop said there was some hard-boiled eggs in the fridge if we wanted to scrounge for somethin' before bed."

"Eggs?"

"Yeah, eggs."

"Eggs."

"That's what I said.  Did you inhale too much smoke today and it killed off what brain cells you got left?"

"What?" the daiyoukai managed, his voice distant.

"Just hurry up."

Stepping away, the hanyou stretched back, his tight, navy blue, knit shirt hinting at the play of lean muscle underneath.  Finishing with a loud yawn, he then walked away along the wall, following the others up to the bathroom.

Still trapped by Inuyasha's suggestion, Sesshoumaru stood a long moment pouring over the day's events before his eyes widened in sudden realization.  His fist met the locker with a bang, leaving a slight dent on its perforated door.  He had left her in such a rush this morning that he hadn't had the time to hear what she thought of him.  A burble of acid churned in his stomach.  Or what she thought of him now.  She probably had already written him off as a one-night stand and thought nothing more of him than of the plate of cold, scrambled eggs he had left behind.

"I am such an idiot," he whispered under his breath, careful not to let anyone else hear.  Capable of stupidity or not, he had a reputation to preserve.  "What time is it?"

Leaning back, he turned to face the white clock hanging over the garage doors.  The black hands read twenty past eight and he sighed.  He didn't have her phone number and it was too late to walk to her house.  After all, he didn't want to come off desperate or worse yet, like a stalker.  Damn reputation.

Off went his boots and he slipped his suspenders from his broad shoulders.  Kicking off his outer pants, he then gathered his belongings from the floor and placed them neatly in his abused locker.  It wouldn't have been in his best interest to see her now anyway.  He was exhausted and hungry, those not making for the best combination when it came to rational thought.  He might do something he'd regret.  Her wavy hair snarled in his claws as he tasted her lips flashed through his mind.  In fact, he knew he would.

His urgent need for a shower growing beyond washing the soot from his body, the daiyoukai left the garage to hike up the stairs.  Taking two at a time against his body's wishes, he quickly surmounted them and went through the maze of white plaster walls until he found a gray, swinging door.  Kicking it gently at the base, he opened it and went through.

The rushing sound of a dozen downpours filled his ears and a haze of steam fogged his way.  Hot and wet, the moisture in the air dampened his clothes until they clung tightly to his long torso.  Scowling faintly, he began to take off his shirt, his shoulder length, silver hair wild once he pulled it off his head.  Chiseled muscles flexing as he moved, he tossed the garment onto a bench and then began to undo the belt at his waist.  Soon, his pile of strewn clothing grew as he unbuttoned and tossed off his pants and slipped off his dark socks.  Naked but for the cotton boxer-briefs that hugged his hips, the bulge in front left nothing to the imagination, not that the imagination would have much to do regardless.

Sesshoumaru stepped toward his locker and pushed up the slide on the handle, opening it.  Into it, he flung his clothes, caring less about his proclivity for neatness than about the nearing promise of soothing water massaging his back.  His fingers slipping under the waistband of his underwear, he finally shed the last article and tossed it in. 

Slamming the door shut, he left the locker area for the doorless entrance into the showers.  Opening up into a large room, a grid of navy tile lined the walls and floor.  His bare feet enjoying the cool smoothness, he walked across it and toward an available showerhead.

"Done thinkin' about eggs, Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha called out a few spigots down, gliding a sudsy sponge over his chest and then under a sinewy arm.

"Eggs do not concern me," the daiyoukai assured, turning the metal knob until hot water jetted from the showerhead, dousing him with its refreshing heat.  Rivulets of black water slithered down the grooves of his ripped abdomen and over his legs, heading toward the small, round metal grate in the floor.

"So, what were you thinking about?"

"It's no matter of yours."

"It was her, wasn't it?  You didn't come home last night.  How many times did you fuck her, you sly dog?"

Sesshoumaru sent a withering glare toward his half-brother, but instead of shutting up, Inuyasha began to laugh.  His older brother was so easy to see through despite his aloof exterior.  Self-preservation above all else, the hanyou swiftly turned away to get more soap, his fanged grin though never fading.

"Hn," the daiyoukai snorted, not sure if he had won or if he had suffered a defeat. 

Reaching toward a soap dish built into the wall, he grabbed the slippery bar sitting there.  Over his body he rubbed it, scouring off the stains of the day until his skin resembled porcelain.  Hair normally light and pleasant, stuck to his skin in stringy clumps, weighted down by oils and soot.  Turning toward the hanyou, he called out as he pointed to the bottle at Inuyasha's feet.  "Shampoo!"

"Yeah, yeah," he replied and picked up the bottle before tossing it to his brother.  "You and your hair."

The daiyoukai flicked the lid open, and squeezed out a generous amount.  He then set the bottle down and began to lather the shampoo through his hair, working out the black until only silver remained.  Satisfied, he dunked his head under the jet of water to rinse.  As he ran his fingers through his hair, he secretly wished for conditioner, but even his ego wasn't grand enough to face the heathens around him who believed that bargain shampoo alone was good enough.  'Barbarians.'

The world drowned out by the rushing water filling his ears, Sesshoumaru washed the last remnants of shampoo from his hair as the men around him all stopped cold.  A bar of soap skidded across the tile to collide harmlessly against his foot and he straightened up, wiping the water from his eyes.  Picking it up, he cast about for its owner and found every fireman staring in blatant shock at the doorway leading to the locker room.  A stunned look matching theirs, a young woman stood there, a blush warming her cheeks.

"Kagome?" Sesshoumaru said, not quite believing that it was her.

"I-I'm sorry," she stuttered, "I needed to talk to you and I guess your father... he said you were in the shower and I thought he meant there was only one shower.  There isn't only one.  There are many of you.  So many of you... And I-I didn't know that and now I know, which would have been good to know before I came in.  Well, might have been good.  It's kind of late for that now.  So, I'm just going to go and-and Inuyasha there's some soap, um, down there.  Just right there.  Yeah, you got it."

Turning on her heel, Kagome took a step toward the doorway.

"Wait."

"Y-yeah?"

She felt a warmth behind her and water dripped down to splash on her shoulders.

"Why did you come in?" the daiyoukai whispered, his wet fingers trailing down the delicious line of her neck.  Exhaustion and hunger would indeed get the best of him.

"I-I didn't mean to.  I was mistaken."

"Were you?  It's easy to tell that this is a communal shower.  You didn't have to come all the way in to figure it out."

"I..."

"What do you really want?"

"Nothing!  I just wanted to see you again.  I saw the fire on the television set and I was worried.  That's all!"

"Hmm," he hummed, his lips tickling her ear, causing goose-bumps to dapple her flesh, "That is good to know, but it isn't the truth.  You could have waited until I was out and dressed, but you didn't."

She swallowed hard, his wandering hands slipping down the curves of her waist to the spread of her hips.

"I think I know the answer," he added knowingly and before she could react, he hoisted her into the air and placed her over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" she screamed desperately, her voice shaky and husky as he toted her across the shower room.  The firemen watched with ever increasing astonishment as Sesshoumaru carried his kicking and cursing prize to the running shower and dropped her beneath it.  The hot water drenched her, turning her white blouse transparent and revealing the red lace underneath.

"What do we have here?" he wondered aloud, his finger tracing a strap and then he pulled her close, his arousal rubbing against her as he slipped his hand down the back of her skirt.  Her legs wobbled as he slid over a round cheek until his fingers found the lacy strip of her thong.  Then her breath hitched when he pulled up.  "A matching set from the feel, although it is hard to tell with so little of it to find."

"Please," she whispered, streams of water running over her head and down her body.  "Not here.  They're watching us."

"They understand.  They're firemen and they know that fires have to be extinguished.  And from the look of it..."  His free hand slipped under her sodden top to a perky breast beneath.  "There is much to put out."

Gasping faintly under his touch, he took her wordlessness as a yes and his claws slipped to the buttons of her blouse.  They clattered to the floor one by one and he slipped the sopping garment from her shoulders and let it drop free.  Both hands then slid up her body as he delighted in the feel of her slick skin.  At her jaw, they stopped, cupping it as he leaned in for a kiss. 

Deep and long, he roamed the contours of her mouth, tasting her sweetness.  Her tongue, hesitant at first, slowly grew brazen to meet his with matching enthusiasm.  Finally, he pulled away, staring at her ruddy lips and hooded, gray eyes.  His thumb rubbed over her lips as he watched her and she kissed it lightly.  Then he grabbed her drenched tangle of raven hair and pulled her head back.  Her slender throat exposed, he dove in, setting messy kisses along it as he made his way down her neck to the slopes of her breasts.

Through the thin lace, he licked her pert nipple, extracting a sudden whimper from her lips.  Then he greedily took as much of her breast as he could into his mouth, sucking on it roughly as his free hand slid under her bra to grope the other one. 

Swiftly he tired of the flimsy cloth keeping her from him and released her hair to feel for the clasp of her bra.  With the flick of his nails, it came undone and he pulled it off of her.  One fire out, he flung it away before grabbing both breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples hard between his fingers.  Pain mixing with pleasure, she arched into his grasp, her hands reaching out to grip fistfuls of his hair.  A warm chuckle rumbled in his throat as she squeezed tightly and he let one tawny nipple to let his hand slide down to the curve of her hip.

Feeling the tiny drop of metal, he tugged at the zipper of her skirt.  Loosened, the sodden, black linen dropped around her ankles, revealing her red thong panties underneath.  A husky growl of approval left him and his hands slid down to her exposed ass, each grabbing a cheek.  Pulling her up against him, his throbbing cock rubbed hungrily against her center.  With each tempted nudge, a flood of heat coursed through her core.  Then, he hooked his hand under her thigh and lifted her up against the shower wall. 

"Wait," she begged, her body pressed tightly between the tile and his hard body, "We can't do it here."

"You don't want them to see you?" Sesshoumaru asked, his free hand pushing her panties aside to find the soft folds of her pussy.  Wet with more than water, he slid two fingers in, rubbing her aroused clit gently.  Her pleas melting into soft mews, she squirmed desperately with every experienced flick and swirl his fingers painted.  Then she bucked hard as they slipped into her.  In and out, they moved and she soon rocked into them with every push.

"Look at me," he spoke up, his voice rough with need.

Her eyes opened and she gazed at his golden ones, their edges now tinged with red.

"Now look at them."

Turning away, she saw the dozen men she had walked in on, their long, muscled bodies wet and glistening from the torrents of water pouring on them.  Stiff and erect, their members stood engorged as they watched her writhe under the daiyoukai's ministrations.  Without taking his eyes away, Inuyasha reached for his bar of soap, slicking his hand with suds before dropping it to stroke his cock.

"You see, they want to see you being kissed and groped.  They want to see you get fucked.  And you want them to see too, don't you?"

She groaned as his fingers slipped back out, going over her clit one last time.  Another chuckle poured from him with her reaction and his hand left her pussy.   Disappointed with his abrupt absence, she whimpered, petulance pouting her full lips.  Then she cried out as his cock suddenly pushed in.

Rough and hard, Sesshoumaru thrust into her tight center, taking no measures to be gentle as she sobbed in his ear.  Her dull nails slipped out of his hair to dig into his back as she rode him, his muscles flexing with every push.  Wrapping around him, her shapely legs clung to his waist and slowly she ground back, meeting his every movement with the pitching of her hips.  Blushing darkly, she peeked out of her half-lidded eyes at the firemen around her.  Sesshoumaru was right and she felt so wrong for it.  She wanted them to see her.  She wanted them to want her.

Then another frantic cry escaped her as he pinched her nipple between his forefinger and thumb.  Holding it tightly as the rest of her breasts jiggled from his thrusts, he twisted it lightly and she nearly screamed.  The molten sensations churning in her core built to their brim as he tugged, threatening to spill over.  Whatever restraint he held dissolved with her quickening cries and he pounded into her harder and faster, indulging in his insatiable hunger.

With one final push, her pussy tightened around his cock and the shuddering, gasping scream of her orgasm shook her body.  The sound of her ecstasy driving him past the edge, he came next with a satisfied groan, her slick walls milking him of his seed. 

Together, they panted in each others' ears, enjoying the euphoric sensations coursing through them.  Suddenly overwhelmed by exhaustion, the daiyoukai then leaned forward to rest his forearm against the wall for support.  Lazily, he searched for the strength to set her down, choosing to place tender kisses on her lips in the meantime.  Giggling sweetly under his loving pecks, Kagome's bright eyes gazed up at his sleepy ones and she whispered shyly.

"Let's do it from behind next."

 

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