Neighbors by Inumaru_Rapture

Five

Author's Note:

  Let me warn you this chapter is full of wonderful, lemony smut. Enjoy. :D

I did have many thoughtful comments to my lovely readers, however, it has come to my attention that you can only have a 300 word Author's note.  Needlesstosay, I didn't know this.  Therefore, all thoughtful comments aside, onto the story.

Inumaru_Rapture aka Vix

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Christmas was only a few weeks away. Having no one to spend the holidays with, Kagome insisted he come with her to her family's shrine.

“You'll love it,” she had told him. He was skeptical about meeting her family so early into their relationship, but he did not enjoy the concept of being alone in his apartment with the knowledge he wouldn't see her for days. He had been able to take the time off work, which always shut down the week around Christmas, as their business was less profitable over the holiday week anyway. It was one way for the cheap man in charge to keep his money. Kagome would work until three days before Christmas, and they would set out to her parent's shrine after that. She would be home for a week, which meant Sesshoumaru was free to stay or return home after the holiday itself. Sesshoumaru couldn't tell yet what his plans were going to be and found himself, for the first time in his life, just going with the flow without making a plan to control where things went and why.

Currently, he lay stretched out on the floor of his living room, candles lit around them, staring at the board game in front of them. He had never played Life before, but she had been adamant about playing it for sometime. Unable to deny her anything, he had surrendered to learning how to play the game. An open bottle of champaign sat on the table behind him, his half-full glass by his elbow. Kagome was sitting on her knees on the other side of the board, her light green mock-neck turtle neck seater clinging to her in the most alluring and attractive manner. They had been formally dating for about a month and had yet to bed down and make love. Kagome said she was nervous about taking such a step, and Sesshoumaru granted her patience to endure leading to that moment when she would be his. Entirely his, without debate or argument.

He wondered when the thought of having her became so great in him, but he found he didn't care. He was enjoying the life he was living, despite his job and how he had come into this world, with this woman at his side. He smiled when she moved her little red car with the little pink and blue people on it to a game space that said: “You have Twins. LIFE.”

“Woohoo!” She said, laughing. His eyebrow rose at her. She grinned at him as she plucked the little people from the bag and stuck them into her car. “When I was little, I used to try and hit all the kid spaces and name the kids.” A gentle blush crawled across her cheeks as she put the car back onto the space and took a Life card.

“Oh? That eager to be a mother?” He teased. She blushed harder.

“I guess so. I have always loved kids. I thought I would be a good mother like my own mother.”

“From what you've told me, and how you are, I think your mother was a wonderful woman.”

“I'll make sure I tell her that,” she blushed as he spun the arrow. They played through the game, making comfortable conversation about nothings until they added up their money to see who won. Turns out, Sesshoumaru had almost 500,000 more than she, as his Life Cards were worth more than her five 50,000 cards.

“I'm sure you cheated,” she said, mimicking his monotone voice.

“This Sesshoumaru doesn't cheat,” he growled.

“This Kagome thinks he did,” she growled back, humor evident in her eyes. His blood heated at the sight of her curled lip and the twinkling of her eyes.

“This Sesshoumaru doesn't take lightly to accusations against his honor,” he growled again, moving into a pouncing stance. Kagome watched him warily, her eyes alight with humor. She knew he was joking, but the predatory gleam in his eye had her instincts begging her to run.

“This Kagome doesn't take lightly to arguments,” she growled out, biting back a laugh as she scrambled to her feet. Sesshoumaru's hands were around her waist before she was able to even get into the hallway. He pressed her into the wall, heat radiating off his body. He had seen the moment when she decided she was going to run before she had even started to move. His inner inu relished in the thought of chasing this woman. It turned him on instantly, threatening to bridge the gap between gentle petting and full-blown intercourse. He growled into her neck, feeling her heat rise under his hands as they brushed against her skin under her shirt. Her breathing came in soft pants as he lowered his nose into her neck.

“This Sesshoumaru should punish you for the insult,” he growled huskily. He could feel her shiver as his breath caressed her ear. The scent of her arousal spiked, bathing him in the musky intoxication.

“Oh?” She croaked out, his fingers and body pressing into her too much of a distraction for much else. He dragged his lip over the flesh of her skin, the dryness of his lips causing it to catch and drag.

“Indeed,” he purred in her ear. She shivered, her knees feeling weak as he rolled her shirt up, his fingers tasting her soft skin on their way up.

“Sess,” she moaned as he nibbled on her neck under her ear lobe. He growled in response, her knees buckling. He nipped her neck as his hands tightened on her, keeping her pressed against him and the wall. She was panting as his fingers brought her shirt up and tugged lightly. She put her feet under her again as she lifted her arms. He tugged her shirt off and tossed it aside, dipping his head to kiss across her collarbone. Her hands, suddenly needing to touch every inch of his skin, wove up under his shirt. Her nails raked across his muscles, loving the feel of steel under his soft skin. She wondered when he ever had the time to work out, but the thought vanished with the feel of his kisses moving across her jugular and down to the junction of her shoulder and neck. She shivered as he sucked and rolled his tongue over the junction.

She managed to unbutton his shirt while he continued to press into her, the feeling of his hips grinding against her stomach had her wishing he would pick her up and press his hips into hers. When she finished with the last button, she pried the dress shirt from him, her hungry eyes taking in his wonderfully masculine body, her own trembling in desire for him. His lips met hers in a passionate battle of tongues as he lifted her up the wall. Her legs wrapped around his hips. She moaned into his mouth as his erection ground against her core. He growled in appreciation as he felt her heat through the fabric of their pants. Her breasts pressed against his chest in a wonderful manner, causing his erection to twitch in need against her.

Emerging from their passionate kisses for a breath of air, he attacked her neck with renewed vigor, his lips, tongue, and fangs brushing over her heated skin. She panted, dropping her head to the side in submission, giving him free reign over her throat. He growled in pleasure at her submission, his pride rising at the heat across her cheeks and the glossy haze of her eyes as she raked her nails over his back. The feel of her pressed against him was almost too much to bear. He ran his hands under her thighs, his claws biting into her flesh through her pants as he kneaded her ass. His fingers practically begged him to feel the skin of her most intimate places hidden away by the fabric of her pants. He moaned as she nipped at his chest, rolling her tongue to taste his salty skin.

He set her onto her feet, fully anticipating moving their antics into the bedroom. He was slightly distracted when her hand grabbed his hardened erection through his pants. His breath left him in a hiss as she pressed him into the wall on the other side of the hallway before coming to her knees before him. His belt was unbuckled and pants undone before he realized what she was planning on doing.

“Kagome,” he murmured, his hand going to her hair. He pulled her head back and looked into her mischievously sparkling eyes.

“Hn?” she responded, looking up at him as her hand slid his pants off his narrow waist. Left in only his boxers, he found himself wishing her to not stop.

“There is no need,” he began, but his words ended in a pleasured hiss as she cupped his balls through his boxers.

“Yes there is,” she purred to him, pulling her head back towards his pelvis. She hooked her hands into the elastic of his boxers and pulled them to his feet, where he stepped out of both boxers and pants.

The sight of him had her blood racing. He was larger and thicker than she had imagined, and she wondered if he would fit in her mouth. Taking a tentative lick at the precum beaded slit of the head of his penis, she felt her heart race at the moan ripped from his throat. She took the base of his penis into her hand, her other cupping his balls, while she licked from base to tip and back down one of the sides before repeating and going down the other side. He hadn't released her head, and his hand followed her as she went up and down before taking him into her mouth. He groaned in pleasure at feeling her hot mouth around his penis. He wanted to thrust into her mouth, but she was moving at such a pleasing torturous pace, he could withhold from that pleasure for now.

She opened her mouth wide, taking as much of him in as she could. His tip hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag momentarily. She forced herself to relax her throat and swallow with her next passes. She was able to take more of him in, but was unable to fit all of him in her mouth. For an instant, she doubted he would even fit entirely within her through any orifice, but the thought of having sex with him was overwhelming as she pressed her teeth lightly onto his penis and scraped back up.

He moaned loudly, his hips thrusting at the feel of her teeth scraping against his penis. His fingers wrapped into her hair, pulling and pushing her head up and down his penis in a wonderfully arousing bob as she moaned in the back of her throat, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. He panted as she relaxed her throat and allowed him to take control of her ministrations as he hissed in pleasure.

Her cell phone began to ring, but they ignored it as she fed on his penis like a dying woman. Her mouth popped as she released his penis and continued to stroke him as she licked up and down his base. Her hands kneading his balls.

“Kagome,” he groaned, his limbs shaking as he thrust into her hand. She smirked with pride at how he released his emotions during their passionate romps. Although they had yet to have sex, their oral skills with one another and the heavy petting they did were well worth their time.

“Sess,” she moaned as she took him into her mouth again. She made sexy little noises as she sucked on him, scraped her teeth against his length, and rolled her tongue underneath. His fingers gripped her hair almost to a painful level as he thrust into her mouth. He wanted to fuck her senseless, make her scream his name. He wanted to fuck her sweet little mouth violently, but he didn't want to hurt her. She pleasured him unlike any woman had ever done, and he found himself incapable of saying no.

Pressure built up in him as he felt himself readying to come. He tried to pull back, to stop from coming before she did. It injured his pride to think that the woman under him was unfulfilled before he was saited, but she pulled against his hand, not allowing him to stop her ministrations. Her hand clenched his balls in a painfully intoxicating way as he tried once more to stop her.

“Kagome, I'm going to..” He found he was incapable of forming words. She moaned deep in her throat, her breath coming in pants out from her nostrils. He caught the gentle movement of her breasts bouncing under her as she serviced his penis and sparks flew before his eyes as he spilled his seed into her waiting mouth. Drink as she may, she was unable to swallow all he gave her. His hot semen burst from the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin onto her breasts as he held her head tightly against his penis, his hips twitching and thrusting as his penis continued to spill his load.

During their oral romp, he had moved away from the wall; however, now spent, he found the wall again as he leaned against it, releasing her head. His head swum from the force of his ejaculation, his golden eyes hazy. Kagome leaned back onto her ankles and sighed in contentment. She loved the taste of him, that salty almost chalky taste that had her wanting as much of his cum as she could drink. She blushed at the thought, never realizing she had such a kinky fetish for his cum. She glanced down at herself and raised one of her breasts to lick his cum off.

He watched her, in awe of the sight of the bitch before him licking her own breasts to get his semen. He felt his arousal spike as she ran a finger over her chin and licked the semen from it.

“Kagome,” the dark husk of his voice had her looking up at him, eyes sparkling in a lusty haze.

“Mmh,” she purred, “you taste so good.” He was on his knees before her, taking her lips as his own. His erection proud between their almost entirely naked bodies, as his hands worked to rid her of her pants. Her cell phone rang again. She growled at the intrusion as he kissed across her neck, licking the cum-free areas. Once her pants were to her knees, he pressed her under him onto the floor. She lay onto the carpet, her hair fanning out around her like a black halo as he tugged off her pants. He saw her eye the left over cum on her chest briefly, and ran his index finger into it. He held his cum up to her lips and watched her.

“Sess,” she whispered before taking his finger into her mouth and sucking it clean. His penis twitched in appreciation as they repeated the process until she was mostly clean of his cooling semen. Kneeling with one knee between her legs and the other by her hip, his penis standing proud between them, Sesshoumaru claimed her lips as his own again. The salty taste of his cum on her tongue had his penis twitching with excitement as his hands felt down her body to her breasts. She gasped in pleasure as he grabbed onto her nipple and pulled. His lips kissed and his teeth nipped down her skin until he was sucking her nipple, his hand kneading her other breast. She moaned in pleasure, arching her back into his, their flesh meeting in a heated stroke of silk on silk. His tongue rolled her nipple until it became hard, darkening in color before his very eyes, as he pinched her other nipple into arousal. She groaned as he took her nipple between his teeth and pulled up before letting her breast fall back with an alluring bounce and jiggle. He switched breasts, his penis rubbing against her stomach, leaving a trail of precum as he ground himself into her hip.

She hissed in pleasure as he repeated the steps, his tongue rolling her nipple, his teeth tantalizing her flesh with ecstasy.

“Oh, Sess,” she groaned as his mouth left her breasts for the valley between and his unoccupied hand cupped her heat. She moaned as he pressed her lips aside and delve for the treasure within. Her hips bucked against his hand as he found her sensitive pearl, and rolled it between his fingers. She gasped out as his finger entered into her dripping entrance, pressing deep into her. She moaned in pleasure as he pulled his finger out just as slowly before pushing it back in, his thumb rolling over her nub as his lips and tongue danced down her body. He rolled his tongue around her belly button, loving the feel of her body arch into his mouth and waiting hand. He pushed his middle finger in with his index, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. She growled in pleasure, his name on her lips.

A loud banging down the hallway outside of the apartment briefly registered in her mind as he continued to finger fuck her, her body writhing in ecstasy. Loud shouts of a male's voice also briefly registered, but it wasn't until Sesshoumaru paused in his ministrations, his head lifting to listen to the yelling did she hear the words.

“Come out, Kagome! I know you're in there! Please open the door!” A male was shouting and banging on a door. Kagome's eyebrows furrowed.

“No one knows I live here other than family, and they wouldn't come barging in like this,” she muttered, wanting to continue with their play, but the man was becoming increasingly louder. Sesshoumaru growled.

“I will take care of him,” he said, moving to stand.

“No,” she replied with a sigh, sitting up, her body aching and trembling from the sudden loss of pleasure. “He's looking for me.”

“I will simply tell him you are not at home.” Sesshoumaru said pulling his pants back on. Kagome sighed, pulling her own pants back on without her underwear. She pulled her shirt on and went to his door. “Kagome,” Sesshoumaru cautioned softly as she opened his door and went out into the hallway. She hadn't wiped her face, and she had lingering white marks across her porcelain skin. Her anger spiked as she finally recognized the man who was trying to break her door down, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Hojo? What the fuck are you doing?” She asked angrily. Hojo looked over at her. He looked sheepish for a moment.

“Did I have the wrong apartment?” He asked, suddenly innocent.

“What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?”

“Ayame told me,” he said, moving to her. He went to take her hands in his. She pulled back.

“You haven't answered my questions,” she stated in a monotone voice much like Sesshoumaru's. Her arms folded across her chest.

“ I heard you're dating a new guy. Is this true?” He demanded, no longer the soft-spoken innocent guy he was a moment ago.

“I am. What does that have to do with you? We dated for a month before we broke up, and I haven't seen you in almost a year!” She snapped at him.

“I told you to wait for me! I would get better!”

“Bullshit,” Kagome growled, vaguely aware that Sesshoumaru had stepped into the hallway and was watching them. Hojo looked behind her.

“Is that the prick?” Hojo sneered.

“I will ask you to leave this once, Hojo,” Kagome stated, practically shaking with anger. “He is more of a man than you ever were, or ever will be.”

“I know you,” Hojo stated suddenly, stepping towards Sesshoumaru and closer to Kagome. “You're that Taisho asshole that was beaten out of your inheritance by a hanyou,” he sneered, looking in disgust past Kagome at him. Sesshoumaru growled death at him as Kagome's fist flew. Her knuckled cracked into Hojo's jaw, sending him into the wall. He howled in pain, clenching his face.

“Get the fuck out of here,” she yelled at him, “before I call the police.”

“Allow me,” Sesshoumaru growled at her side and picked Hojo up by the collar of his shirt and dragged him down the hallway. Kagome watched as he slammed the door open and tossed Hojo down the half flight of stairs to the landing midway between the 5th and 6th floors.

“If I smell you in this building again, boy,” Sesshoumaru growled, “I will not hesitate to hunt you down.”

Sesshoumaru stalked back down the hallway and loomed over Kagome who was still shaking in rage. Her fist was an ugly shade of purpley red.

“If he bothers you again, I will dispose of him,” Sesshoumaru stated, his hand suddenly gentle as he caressed her cheek. He was battling with himself over what he should be feeling having watched her defend his honor in the way she did. Part of him was outraged that a woman dealt the first blow to the whelp, but that part was placated by throwing said whelp down the stairs. The other part of him was glowing in the righteous anger she felt for him and that she felt strongly enough for him to injure her hand to defend his honor.

“No worries about that,” she growled, “I'll make sure he can't walk if he bothers me again.” She hissed as the pain in her hand suddenly broke through the adrenaline of hitting her ex. She glanced down at it. Sesshoumaru placed his hand under hers and lifted it to take a look at the forming bruise.

“Why is it you seem to be injured more often than not when I am around you?” He teased, his mind having made up what it was feeling in the instant of her stubborn declaration to defend herself. His pride basked in the wonders of having such an independent woman placing herself into his care and trusting her body to him. He lead her back to his apartment where he would be placing ice on her fist to help with the swelling.

“Are you trying to say it's your fault I'm injured?” Kagome asked as he sat her on his couch, their finished game of Life still on the floor, her panties and bra lying in the hallway. The heavy smell of their musk mingled with the candles had her blushing. She was not aware of what the left over scent of their antics had on Sesshoumaru as he put some ice into a bag, willing his arousal to dissipate. His anger at the whelps words would not allow for him to become hard again, but their lingering scents of lust and bodily fluids had his arousal trying very hard.

Kagome went to his patio and opened the door, allowing a very chilled breeze to enter the room and fill it with a fresh scent. Sesshoumaru was grateful for her foresight as he sat on the coffee table and waited until she had given her hand to him again.

“I'm sorry we were unable to finish,” he said softly, his baritone voice relaying his regret that he had been unable to satisfy her.

“It is not your fault. I got up,” she said as he pressed the ice to her fist. She hissed in slight pain.

“This bruise will be bad,” he stated simply as he applied gentle pressure of the ice upon it.

“It's worth it,” she said with a small smile. Sesshoumaru looked at her smile and realized that every inch of pain he had gone through thus far had only led him to her—and he found that the pain of it lessened substantially when he heard her words repeat in his own mental voice:

“It's worth it.”

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