The Feeling's Mutual by FleetingDream

The Feeling's Mutual

Smut Warning- This was inspired from a book called Shame on It All and this is smut, not a lemon but smut...do not read if you have a problem with such content. This isn't sweet love making or anything.

FD~FD~FD

The jolt from the car shocked her as a black streak marred the gray concrete of the road from where her car had swerved. The sound of tires screeching loudly rung in her ears as they were stopped fully without any prior warning. Shaking hands grasped the leather steeling wheel in a feeble attempt to calm her jarred nerves. She checked the passenger seat on basic instincts only to meet the apologetic brown eyes of her long time friend. The relief of seeing no damage was overwhelming, and a sigh of ease escaped the young female.

"Kagome, I-I am sooo sorry," the passenger apologized profoundly, referring to the spilled coffee that caused the blue eyed female to lose control over the moving vehicle.

Kagome shook...closing her eyes and attempting to stay her hand with no prevail. She licked her suddenly dry lips and breathed deeply trying to steady herself with the knowledge that they were indeed safe. "No-o-o...h-h-ha-arm...n-n-no...foul, right?" she laughed nervously however the quake in her voice revealed her unspoken fear. Taking a deep breath once more, Kagome tried to end the flowing apologies gushing from her best friend's mouth, "Sango, really it's alright. No one was hurt and we didn't hit anything, so that's all that matters."

Blues eyes scanned their surroundings to make sure that claim was valid.... It was. When Sango's hot cup of coffee mistakenly dived into Kagome's lap, she lost control from shock. As a result the blue bug she drove had been thrust into an intersection but thanks to her quick hands, she maneuvered the car to miss any others driving by. Even more thanks should be given to whatever Kami that allowed there to be no cars that close to her to begin with.

Three minutes had passed in a stand still as Kagome wasn't entirely ready to move yet. Her emotions thrashed about dangerously inside, swelling with a need for a lightening rod. And as the cars continued to flow by unhindered, she felt her feelings being scorned by the insensitive jerks deemed to be her fellow citizens. Why hadn't anyone stopped to check if they were fine? Wasn't that the humane thing to do?

The injustice made her bite her lip and she refused to consider the truth that maybe she was being a tad bit baby-ish. Seriously, what else did she expect living in a big city such as Tokyo...did she truly want someone to rub her hair and ask if she was okay? As she studied her conscious the answer was plain even as she hid it from herself...yes.

Sango's voice cut into her self righteous mood, "No one was hurt...but I killed your new dress."

Sadly, that was true. Kagome chanced a look down at the coffee staining the front side of her dress and had to catch herself before she rolled her eyes and screamed. Looking out the window even stationed in the middle of the road, she could she the day was beautiful. The sky was clear, colored a blue so blue it looked pale and the sun had just the right amount of shine floating down that it was warm without being hot. But jeez talk about a bad day. And to wear white! how awful, it looked as if she'd just been involved in a mudslinging fight.

Once again she felt her emotions spike but managed to quell them, rendering her anger a small caress at the back of her consciousness. She bit her lip and held it all down...she had paid the big bills for this dress and it was ruined before she could even make a debut of it. Looking down once more, Kagome marveled at the fact that she could feel the heat but it wasn't really hot. The liquid steeped between her thighs and caused a slight tingle as it wet the front of her silk panties and blew steam across her clit. The sad part was that this was the closest thing she'd come to intimately since Kouga left a year ago.

She sighed with bitterness before pushing the unwanted feelings down...it would not do to feel lonely or get angry. Kagome fashioned a smile on her face, shallowing the bitter thoughts and said, "I'll just change when we get to Inuyasha's. Kikyo is bound to have some saved clothes I could borrow seeing as she practically lives there now."

BEEP

The sound of an angry horn startled both women in the blue bug as someone 'beeped' at them again from behind. Kagome turned in her seat to stare at the black tinted sports car behind her. What the hell? She looked to the sides of the road from her middle position to all the available room that driver had to go pass them. Did they seriously expect her to move when it would be so much easier to go around like everyone else that passed.

BEEP

This was ridiculous, fuming Kagome put the car in gear and crossed into another lane...it was about time she moved anyway. She most surely did not move because some jerk behind her didn't understand that her and her friend had just escaped deaths cold fingers by a hair of luck. Kagome moved through the scarce number of cars to the side of the road, where she could sit in peace for a few more minutes to collect herself.

"Are you ok?" The concern in Sango's voice touched her, Kagome nodded her head 'yes' and sunk down into her leather car seat.

"It's just that I'm a little irritated right now," the blue eyed driver sighed.

"Umm...huh?" Sango's distracted response called for Kagome's attention. She peered at her friend curiously before tracing her eyesight back over her shoulder and out the window; she found the source. A black sports car with tinted midnight glass so dark she wondered if the driver could see out despite his blatant attempt to keep the world from seeing in. Both girls stared in anticipation as the window slowly lowered, allowing sunlight in that dark abyss and giving highlights to a immortal looking vampire with striking features. Kagome was momentarily taken by the mythical creature before his amber eyes sharpened into slits and he managed to glower while maintaining a look of indifference. Then he spoke.

"Next time you feel the impulse to drive while intoxicated, take note to bring your brain to embark on the journey."

The mere hint of ice was hardly subtle. Never had she thought it possible to catch frostbite from someones words alone, but now with a shiver of anger rolling up her spine, Kagome was shocked into a silent ball of indignant fury. Her fist clenched at her side. The near death experience, destroyed new dress, a year without sex and a rude angel. Chalking up the building blocks of insanity, Kagome degraded their worth, pushing them down forcefully.

Jackass. She wanted so badly to curse but the sharp weapon that was her tongue at bay. What good would it do, he had already driven off.

"Asshole!" The statement drew her attention to Sango's features. Nodding in agreement, Kagome let the situation die externally but Sango continued with a shrug. "But to be fair, we did pull a Thelma and Louisa in the middle of the street."

"Hm," was all she muttered in response. Sango was trying and so would she. Kagome shifted gears, blasted the radio on full volume, and motioned the car forward. They drove in silence, the blaring music being the only sound to interrupt the atmosphere.

Kagome wormed in her seat uncomfortably while the coffee started to dry. The liquid that had seeped between her legs was now growing sticky with perspiration. But all she and to do was hold out for a while longer. And as their destination come into view, she blew a tried breath, teasing her long bangs. Sitting like as a mini castle on top of a hill, beautiful like an ancient styled palace. It was surrounded by a fence that appeared to be made of small gray boulders, matching the stone of the mansion perfectly. It was big but not gigantic, more like a house that a celebrity would live rather than a royal family.

The black bars of the entrance were open, allowing the blue beetle free admission. There was a long straight driveway up to the house, a two way driveway, one for coming in and one for driving out. Pulling into the circular parkway at the base of the house that looped to two driveways , she parked and waited as the vale opened her car door and took the keys once she was out. She attempted to ignore the look he gave her when he spotted the brown stain in front of her dress, her efforts died when a hot blush crept across her cheeks, thinking of how it much look from the back.

It would have been a perfect wear for the small get together. The white dress was form fitting but not clinging tightly to her shapely body. To be honest, wearing white wasn't the prime of her bright moments but it was new and couldn't wait to sport it outdoors. Impatience fashion values, look where they landed her this time.

They walked up the staircase to the front doors. Sango leaned over a bit, luring Kagome's eyes to herself before she whispered, "You know what? For a jerk, he was pretty hot."

No amount of control could keep the grimace from her face. It was true but hell would freeze over before it left her mouth. Saying nothing and so much at the same time, Kagome shook her head and looked away trying her hardest to keep her cool as they entered the house and the eyes floated to them. The corridor hall was full, her pride confirmed it in her head, noting the humiliation with one thought. Where was Kikyo?

"Hey Kagome, what's that on your ass? " a voice well known called out behind them.

Laughter erupted then. Both females turned around to find a howling Inuyasha and a sour faced Kikyo.

"Oi, you take a dump on yourself or sumtin." He laughed even harder when the female at his side pinched his arm.

"Quiet you," her sister jabbed a finger at his covered chest.

The storm passed, as the mirth became silent but not completely mute to senses. Kagome mustered as much dignity as possible, but it was all released in a tired breath, "Just tell me you have something else I could wear."

Dark long locks flared as Kikyo turned her attention to her. Scanning the younger siblings defiled attire, a look of scolding tinting her deeply darkened eyes, she nodded. "Sure, sure follow me. And by the way what did happen?"

FD~FD~FD

The old man was losing more screws with every year that passed on. Why was he here? It held no importance, whatsoever. This was not a business meeting so in truths he wasn't obliged to stay. Even with that realization, Sesshoumaru setted himself. This was doomed before it began. It had been twenty seven years and his father, Toga, still hadn't come to terms with the fact that his eldest was anti-social.

Positioned in the back yard, the tall male suppressed the urge to rub his temples as more and more females tried to gain his attention. It was beyond him, this tolerance, but still he maintained a semblence of indifference, brushing off vain advances with minor cruelty.

These people were his brother's new girlfriend friends. A couple were vaugely familiar but that did nothing except make him all the more eager for the solitude of his own home. The plastic covered tables and foldable seats almost churned his stomach. It was disgusting. Inuyasha allowed his female to host a party with such cheap looking accommodations? It was utterly horrifying.

Leaning back in the white chair, golden hued eyes watched the stalk of a female curiously. She looked entirely phony; he supposed the way she waddled over swishing her hips was an attempt to be seductive. It was an embarrassing display to even watch. When she got close she smiled, her green eyes shining.

"Mind if I sit there?" she asked with too much husk, pointing to the chair beside him, sounding like she had a sore throat. Probably did. From first appearances the girl looked like she could deep throat more meat than a starved lion. The way she eyed him like a chew toy, only added to his assumptions.

Sesshoumaru looked her up and down with a raised brow. Her smile bordened, maybe she thought he was 'checking her out'. The female displayed herself proudly while he wondered why somebody her age shopped at the Baby GAP.

"Hn. If you wish it," he told her noncomimmently.

She planted her micro-mini skirt covered behind down within a hot second and as soon as she did he got up. Leaving her with a look of outrage as he walked to the patio and disappeared into the house.

Sesshoumaru headed upstairs. Surely, he needed to splash some cold water on his face to wake up from this nightmare.

FD~FD~FD

In the bathroom of the second floor a very frustrated Kagome was trying very hard to scrub the stubborn white dress in the sink. Kikyo had left her with another white dress. Only this one was a halter top pushing her breast higher, also shorter in lenght exposing the trail of long legs and tighter, hugging the curves of womanhood to a tee. It was daring and sexy, but not something she'd normally adorn with free will.

Kagome turned the water to its highest pressure, attempting to deny the inevitable. Labor pink fingers told the truth; her dress was done, over and officially dead. The stain was just too unrelenting.

In her head a sad battle song lamented the dress short lived life. 200 yen down the drain in a matter of an hour of birth.

Hanging the soaked material over the tub as she was instructed, Kagome's hope dwindled and breed more bitterness. The taste was sour, a dash of anger added spice. Why was her patience being tried so today? Blue eyes closed pessimistically and opened again optimistically. She opened the door to a better day.

Well it can't get any worse--

Her powers of intuition or lack of always astounded even herself.

Leaning against the wall was a man of a different kind. Untouchable in beauty, she'd never even seen a woman so lovely, he was right there. Silver treads of silk, pale skin, sharp crafted features and the biggest vison of ass. The man who'd insulted her wrongly was right there, leaned against the wall--as if he owned the world.

"There are others on this planet that require the restroom. Must you take forever." Sun kissed orbs were on her. Through her and looking beyond her as though her exsistence, trival and insignifacant. His eyes. Kagome's breath caught somewhere between her throat, his eyes. Stone cold, harshly unwavering, they looked at her as if she meant nothing, as if being beautiful gave them the right to pass judgement.

A match was thrown on fuel. Behind blue eyes something ignited. Looking into his frigid stare a realization so valid, rarsh, and irrational grabbed her heart and dripped it into a flame.  Car accident, wasted money, sexul frustration.  No matter what she did that repressed anger built higher and higher, it pushed at the base of her brain expanding into such an ache it was likely to take on a physical form. She hated him.

The conclusion was a shock. She didn't know him but she hated him. Was it real then? Could you hate someone so unknown, it was biased but that did not change the view of her desest. As foolish as a notion as love at first sight, no matter how much logic one tried to pile behind it, it was utterly convincing.

Hate at first sight.

Kagome felt her temper spike, rising to meet her newfound lightening rod. She attempted to maintain it but then he spoke again.

That silver brow arched, "Will you stand there like an idiot all day? I suggest you move."

"Or what?" She dared to ask, her eyes peering into him. Why was her anger always the one that needed a leash?

He seemed surprised to be questioned momentarily, she supposed he wasn't use to being talked back to. The knowledge encouraged her, prompted her to act impulsively.

He gathered his wits pretty fast, narrowing his eyes in a look that clearly stated back down. "Move."

And that did it. Kagome felt her mouth open but someone else spoke, someone stronger and didn't hold their tongue. If she didn't know any better, she'd say a bitch got her tongue.

"Listen here, pretty boy. Maybe you should get some professional help in getting your ass unclogged. I don't know what's up there but I suggest you move it or my foot will be taking a small trip. Now this may be beyond your understanding but I came to have fun, and my plans do not include you," she stepped aside from the door, giving a small bow, the gesture laced with sarcasm. "After you, sir."

She stood and walked away.

That was that. She hated him and it felt good.

FD~FD~FD

Cold water dripped down his perfect face as he leaned over the sink. Gathering more water, he repeated the wetting of his face three times and yet here he remained. It was confirmed; this was no dream. So did his sanity slip?

Was he just moment before berated...by a female? Sesshoumaru looked at himself in the mirror, his father must never find out.

Did she imply to kick this Sesshoumaru, the disgraceful feeling of amazement sprouted within him. Not so much with the samll woman, as much as he felt amazed with himself. This tolerance that kept baring its head was in the least bewildering, annoying too.

No one ever spoke that way before. If he were not of such high honor, he would have been inclined to raise a hand against her, but that wasn't what a real man did.

That bitch.

So what must he do? It couldn't go by unchecked. Her eyes. So fiery.

In his reflection, the devil smirked back. She had to be broken.

FD~FD~FD

"Damn, woman! Let yo man handle this."

Kagome had made her way outside, to the grill where Inuyasha pretended he was top cheft. Kikyo tried to help, seeing as he was burning the burgers but he keep flipping her off. The boyishly handsome male was determined to create a western style cookout. Inspirsed by a movie him and Miroku watched.

"If you just let me-" Kikyo pleded, the black meat not looking appetizing in the least.

"No," he cut in firmly.

"Fine."

Kagome watched her sister walk over to her. The older woman sighed reaching her and sat down in a chair besides Sango and Miroku.

"You gonna let him mess up the food?" Blue eyes inquired, watching her sister shrug before she responed.

"I brought hot dogs for back up. I knew he would do this. What is it with men and grilling? He's never so interested in cooking any other time."

Kagome laughed quietly, listening to her go one even more about Inuyasha with a special light in her eyes that Kagome ever saw when she looked at him. Sango and Miroku were sitting next to her as well. She could hear them bicker over nonsense before caving in to each other with sweet words. They were all so--

The thought was cut short once a certain male walked by. Kagome watched him glide across the yard as well as how every woman nearly pounced on him. Rolling her eyes, she decided it was unimportant and five minutes later caught a case of heatwave. The day had been so stressfull, feeling woozy she called out to the iron chef.

"Her Inuyasha, do you mind if I go down to the basement?"

He turned towards her so she could see his 'kiss the cook' apron with furrowed brows, "Why?"

"I feel like I gotta headache. I want to go lie down for a bit."

Veiled concern touched his bright eyes, "Yeah sure. Need some Aspirin?"

"No it's not that serious, I just need to rest my head." Kagome smiled softy, reassuring.

Her and Inuyasha were instant friends the moment they met. Sango and Miroku introduced then in hopes of them hooking up but unfortunately they had too much of the brother-sister vibe going on. The same couldn't be said for her actual sister, Kikyo who fell in love on sight. And although she couldn't be happier for them, being around the two couples made her sour sometimes.

Miroku and Sango--Inuyasha and Kikyo. All of them were so in love, she did't want to be the fifth wheel.

Walking in the house once more, she found the basement with ease. A black fur carpet, a complete radio system, a pool table, a flat screen and a pac man machine transformed the traditional idea of a dusky basement into the perfect hangout/game roo. There was a black leather couch that gave the room a tacky in an expensive way look. She planted herself on it, sinking into the plush but stiff fabic of the sofa. She relaxed immediately on contact, the drowsy feeling washing away with a stinging after bite. Maybe all she really needed was to be away from the sun, love birds and that asshole and so with no plans to return anytime soon she stood.

Grabbing the remote control off the couch arm, Kagome walked over to the pool table and turned on the TV. Shock awaited the revival of the blank screen.

"Nrgg..." the moaning was loud and it was coming from the flat screen. Confusion and fear swept soundly into the four walls of the basement. The more the stranger on the T.V purred, the hotter the flush that quickly tainted her face became. Kagome tried to turn off the T.V but was dissappointed for the remote had left her hand in; with hurried pace the fallen controller was unabandoned as she fumbled to turn off the obvious porn.

"Ohh...Ahh," the lady on the television screamed out as the male behind her pulled her back roughly on his erect member. The camera zoomed in on the way his dick slid into her repeatedly before the scene was abruptly interrupted by Kagome clicking it off.

Placing the remote to her rapidly beating heart, Kagome listened to hear if someone was coming. A bout of paranoiaset her heart in motion, pumping fear into increasingly freezing veins. What if someone came down here and suspected her of something less than moral conduct. A blush rose, her throat dried and delusions filled the eyes of her mind with accussing fingers. Within the spam of two minutes, common sense knocked on her peception. Using deductive resoning- basement plused sound proof walls equaled no one hearing or checking- relief welled with lightening speed.

"Thank, Kami."

She turned back to the t.v then, eyeing the inactive screen with conflicting emotions. She had been so very lonely, her body twisted in knots with stress and pent up desires. The thoughts made her question herself momentarily before she shook her head.

A year.

It was such a long time. Days stretched thin to weeks transforming into months, equaling that big gap of space withn no relief. A year was a very long time to be alone, untouched and unsastisfied. She was a woman still. A woman with needs and at a prime time in life. Cutting loose was just a requirment for her age, she thought. Safe from exposion, devious thoughts sprouted and were watered by her internal cheerleading. She wondered if she could...

The previously unengaged screen suddenly erupted silently with characters. Her finger found the mute button quick--just to be safe. No one ever said you had to cut loose loudly.

With rapt attention and exicted nerves Kagome watched with a sense of pride. Doing something she shouldn't, closing her legs around the hand that found its way down there.

The lady was still on her hands and knees. A new male kneeled before her, presenting a piece of hardened flesh that she engulfed his cock without thought. The males hand fisted her hair, pulling her head in closer while he moved his hips to meet her mouth. The first man was still behind her, grasping her hips and pulling her back and forth on his shinning dick as the other male leaned back on his heels and joined in a perfect synch of movement with the one in front of her.

Within the dark corriders of Kagome's mind she couldn't help but wonder. The act was so naughty and forbidden--yet tasty in it's sweet taboo. How would it feel to engage a stranger in such a dance? No strings attached, no loving emotions to muddle wanton lust.

Her legs clenched painfully around her desperate fingers that stroked her sex through the silk of her panties. She added a tab bit of volume...only a little to speed up the process.

The TV did another close up then, this time zooming in on the way the hard shaft slid between the plump lips of the lady's mouth. She looked like she was enjoying sucking him off more than he enjoyed recieving the treatment. The porn star's eyes closed tight in pure bliss, moaning around the cock between her lips.

Kagome leaned back against the pool table as she panted.

The carmera zoomed out. They changed positions. On his back was one man, the woman above his face with spread thighs. He was leaning up to taste her, while she palmed the dick of the other man that stood in front of her. She moved her hand with her mouth, pleasuring him with both as his head cocked back.

Kagome felt her lip quiver and a sound escaped into the room. Maybe a little more volume wouldn't hurt. Sound proof walls right? The hand that wasn't being devious clicked the volume button, turning it up more as heat pulsated through her body. This was all so wrong. So wrong in fact that it felt good. Remorse fled as soon as it was called upon.

Her friend's were upstairs thinking her to be sick yet the only thing that made her body sweat with illness was horniness. It was wrong, she knew but that didn't prompt her to press the end button. It did nothing, the rated X movie still played and she still watched. Guilt would be rational but it had been so long. Surely they-who all humped like rabbits- could understand the burn.

The heat that made logic seem like a bad thought. The heat that made concious grow silent. The heat that created two little devils on both shoulders. It was natural to feel it, the urges couldn't be silenced for long and it had beed too long.

Her eyes closed. With sex drowning her ears and liquid pooling in her satin undies, Kagome imgained it was her. She was naked with two strangers. She was moaning with pleasure. She was completely untamed...doing as lust command and without protest.

A finger slid under the binds of her underwear. Her clit sought it out and was pleasured with light rubs. In the throws of passion it took a grand total of ten seconds to realize that her hand was motionless now but she still felt pleasure.

A scream rumbled and was trapped behind a very manly hand. Blue eyes flew open to clash with gold.

Fear bubbled but was quickly overcome by anger. She bit the inside of his hand but it remained still.

"Do not scream." He whispered, never taking the intensity of his stare from her eyes. He removed his hand partially.

"What The Hell--"

The hand was back to her mouth quickly.

"You are not prone to listening, are you?"

Common sense knocked on her again once she let shock slide. Her hands were motionless and free. She brought them up quickly, pulling at the wrist of the hand that taped her silent. It was unmoving. She tried punching his chest. It was hard with muscles. She thrashed her body against his closely bound one. It didn't work.

Panic set in and tears welled in the corners of her eyes.

His hand was off her mouth but her body was still trapped between him and the pool table.

"I am not going to hurt you." He told her but she wasn't sure, but instinct said to listen. Sound proof walls.

Breathing hard and rough, her eyes narrowed into tiny mountains of fury. "What. Are. You. Doing?"

He was no longer touching her but he was still too close. He stared into her eyes and responded "What. Are. You. Doing?"

Looking over his shoulder, his brow rose to the playing movie choice before looking back at her. Gold orbs strayed down the lenghts of her body, down to where he had placed his hand moments before to aid in her completion. "I assumed I was helping," he explained plainly as if it were common knowledge.

"How dare you! Get off of me!"

Again the struggle comminced but his body was as unrelenting as it were beautiful. She grew tired quick, "Why are you here?"

"Would you believe I've come to make ammends?"

"No"

There was a light movement of his shoulders that she supposed to be a shrug. He brushed off her comment so easily and it grated her nerve. Then the air spoiled. Silence creeping like a smooth criminal, bold in daylight. It was uncomfortable. She wondered what she should do. He wouldn't hurt her, she was sure of that but that didn't make her less wary. She had asked who he was and brother of her friend or not, he was still a stranger.

"You know I reaally don't like you," the comment was random in situational irony. Kagome didn't like the silence though. He just stared at her and it made her hate him all the more.

The corner of his lips twitched. His stare becoming bearable and he asked, "Will you be still?"

She hadn't noticed she was still moving. Calming her nerves, Kagome forced her limbs into inaction with great effort.

"What are you doing here?"

A loud moan broke her question and the position she was in cleared. Blood rushed to her face and the corner of his lip twitched again.

He countered, "What are you doing here?"

Her gaze drifted to the floor. She was caught looking like a whore and he approached her like one, but still that didn't give him the right. Righteous fury filled her again. Huffing with it. The anger piled in her mouth. "None of your business! You had no right to touch me!"

The hand that hit his perfect cheek was a surprise to them both. Her anger ebbed at the rising redness that reacted on impact. His head was still slightly tilted but he straighted in seconds and now she was really afraid.

"I suppose that was deserved."

She relaxed and he continued.

"But I couldn't help my curiousity. Are you so unsastisfied?"

Ebarassment was coming now. Kagome tried to still it's onslaughter with anger but it couldn't be helped. She remained silent and would not meet his eyes.

"Are you so crude that no one would touch you?"

"Asshole," she ground out between clenched teeth. "Get off me."

When thrashing wouldn't do she tried kneeing him in his crotch but couldn't move enough for the act.

"I was merely volunteering my services," the smoothness of his voice was not lost to her. She couldn't take this, her body was still quivering, in need of touch. The moans were not silent, no matter how she tried to kill them with anger. Why did his voice have to be so smooth?

His hand was back on her, rubbing her lightly. The weakness in her knees disgusted her but a small voice whispered stranger as he talked.

"Let me." The warmth of his breath slid across the shell of her ear just as a finger slid beneath her underwear.

So long.

"Get of--" that dreadful finger was doing marvelous things and then her decision was made.

Kagome's small hand rose to connect with his face as her lips connected with his lips. She willed all the pent up anger and want she contained to rush to the surface with a burst of passion. She pulled him closer, felt his muscled frame mold into her more petite one, tangled her fingers into his ridulous pretty hair.

And he kept up.

He matched her roughness, leaving her mouth in the pursuit at biting her neck. She faltered under his touch, her knees bucking under the strain of need. He spread her legs and picked her up by her thighs, sitting the female on the edge of the pool table and filling the gap quickly.

While she struggled with the buttons on his shirt, he pulled down the top of her halter dress to the middle of her stomach. Dusked tipped breast were exposed, standing to attention by demand of the fresh air coaxing them out. Sesshoumaru grabbed one, kneading it none-to-gently, he bowed his head to the other. Taking a dusted pink nipple in his mouth, he massaged it with the tip of his tongue.

The air grew hot and heavy by the second, the lenght in his pants followed the example. In the distant backdrop the flick still played. Moans that weren't their own added to the grand picture, heightening the levels of lust that bounced off the walls of the room. What was it that made it hot so quick?

Kagome wondered, leaning back on her hands while he pleasured her chest. She felt so untamed and wild as if rules didn't apply here. It was never the same with Kouga when they made love. Nothing within the norm of love making applied here because that wasn't what they were doing. As she straddled her legs around his back pulling him the furthest he could go between her legs, she knew it wasn't for affection. When she moaned it wasn't to make him feel good, it was because she felt good.

The comtempt she held for this man didn't diminish in the least, but it fueled her to not care what he felt or what he was getting out of this. This was because she wanted it nothing more or nothing less.

Kagome knew it was the same with him. When he moved back and watched her body with a smirk on his face she understood that it wasn't because she was flushed, panting and wanting more. He watched her with that gleam in his honey colored eyes because he was inspecting his work. Her pleasure meant little to him and his pleasure meant little to her.

Just so they could be clear, to show him she understood and so should he, Kagome let venom drip into her voice while she spread her legs further apart. "I hate you, you know."

Gold floated up to her eyes, the gleam darkening as he responed with a tone that said bitch, "I assure you, the feeling is mutual."

And they were on the same page. This was no act of love or particular want for the other, just want for the want.

The male moved back to her and lowered himself to his knees. Before she knew what was happening her legs were placed over his shoulders and her silk and laced black thongs were ripped from her person.

"Jerk." Those panties were expensive.

He didn't look up. His index finger inspected her sex, tracing along the lines of her outer and inner lips. Sesshoumaru amitted to himself that he liked the way she looked. She trimmed. The damp dark curls were shaped neatly into a triangular figure. She was so wet. He could she her opening panting, trying to trap air. He conceded, her heat looked to wanting. Two slender finger were inserted into the inviting folds, testing the tightness of her grasping walls. And they were tight.

"No wonder you are so disagreeable. And entertaining yourself with questionable movies in a basement. What a dull girl, no sex."

"S-Shut up. I can't stand you." But why did he have to feel so great. The way he moved his fingers ought to be a crime. He was such an asshole. It had been so long. And when he moved his hand to play with her hardened pearl with his thumb in fluent rhythm with his penetrating fingers, she nearly let loose a prayer.

Luckily coherent sentences were beyond her at this point.

But he felt so good, she wanted to hit him when he stopped however it was a short break.

Sesshoumaru removed his fingers, choosing to taste her instead. He placed a kiss to peeking pearl first and looked to watch her quiver. With a viper possessed tongue, the man between her thighs licked inside her. His hand holding steady said thighs as he flickered his tongue against her folds, tasting her essence while she fell back on the pool table.

He teased her clit with small nips. She rolled her hips as much as possible trying to force more of herself into his willing mouth.

"Ehh...na..ahh."

Her lungs hurt. It hurt to breathe. Her body spoke more words then it ever had, singing to this asshole in a way it never sung to the man she had said she loved. She wasn't saying that Kouga was not pleasing loving but he didn't do this. The jerk between her legs was taking all she had to offer, Kouga never licked her with such fury before. It was almost as if he was trying to devour her.

She couldn't breathe.

Latching on to her clit he started a soft hum that sent vibrations through her body, she creamed under the impact and climaxed with a deep rush of air and shaky thighs.

In that moment Kagome was sure that stars could talk. They danced in her eyes, singing and jesting about nothings, she couldn't help but smile back.

Hi, stars. Somehow with no arms they waved back to her in greeting or parting because they started to drift away. She wanted them to come back but reality was becoming real and she was panting and sweating with a nagging feeling at the back of her head.

Was it guilt?

It was wasn't it. It was subtle and quiet but there. Lurking behind the throws of passion with a pointed finger. Yes, she felt somewhat guilty about engaging in these sorts of acts in the basement of her friend's house, but not guilty enough to stop. Even though she could identify the silent emotion as guilt that didn't mean it gained a voice. It remained mute in the back of her head while lust and exictment talked her ears off.

Kagome shook the thoughts from her head as he stood and walked around the pool table.

I can't believe I get off on this. It was strange but true. Guilt couldn't stop her because the danger and mystery were too sexy

While Kagome ponered her sexuality Sesshoumaru was clearing the table of colored balls and thinking of his own. They all made loud clacks as they hit the ground rolling to wherever fiction deemed nessecary. He stalked back in front of her like a predator, rubbing up her legs. He pulled the dress down and under her thighs, throwing the clothing somewhere over his head. As he did so Kagome wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled him down on top of her.

She didn't get to see the shock in his eyes. Sesshoumaru recovered quickly, sitting up on his forearms. "There is nothing more I hate then a woman that trys to take charge."

Grounding her hips up against the hardness she felt, Kagome gave him little consideration as she said, "I hate a man who isn't strong enough to let a woman take charge."

She tried to unbuckle his pants before her efforts were pushed away with a strong hand. Kagome looked up defiantly as he twisted her hand above her head. Glowering down at her his eyes tinted dangerous. "Bitch. You will listen."

"Screw you." She didn't know why his offensive statement made her so hot. Watching him sit up on his knees and take loose his pants was tortourous. He moved slow intentionally, getting down from the pool table and getting undressed until he was as naked as she.

She bared all, spreading herself with surprisingly no shame.

Sesshoumaru liked the offer. Evidented by his cock that stood and pointed to her, hard and long with glory. He wanted to pound into her tight cunt so badly. It was handed so freely and hatefully and that made it all the more desirable.

Stroking his aching dick, he watched her.

Kagome couldn't take it. Her walls convusled arounnd nothing painfully, she touched herself to quell the fire and to prompt him into action.

He watched her please her self and started to crawl back on the green palying field. He left a trail of wet kisses up her body stopping to remove her fingers from her greedy entrance. Climbing higher and higher he stopped once he hovered over her chest and planted his knees on either side of her head. A mushroom tip, beaded with pre cum, nudged the soft entrance of her mouth, demanding she open up. "Suck it."

Kagome glared up at him, and kept her mouth closed with grim satisfaction. Open sesame, is that what that was supposed to mean. Nice way to ask, however he did treat her to the best oral sex of her life.

He pushed against her lips again and before she opened her mouth she told him the truth.

"I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual."

Experimentally she licked the tip before popping it in her mouth. Curious on how he tasted she ran her tongue along the underside of the head, making him gasp silently. She liked that sound.

He leaned up so she could move more freely and she took more of him in her mouth, coaxing the underside of his shaft with pleasure.

"Obedience will get you everywhere." He murmured through clenched teeth.

The bitch knew what she was doing. His eyes almost rolled back when he felt her use her hand to lightly squeeze his nut sack from behind. Leaning forward he slid more of himself into her mouth. Kagome let him move within her lips with narrowed eyes. That asshole. She had him ped for a control freak when she first saw him. She bit him and he liked it.

Pleasure mixed with pain was more enticing.

Considering the tightening of his balls he pulled away. Slipping out her warm mouth with reluctance, he moved down her body and between her legs once more.

Lining himself with her entrance, Sesshoumaru placed his moouth to her ear. "How bad do you want it?" His hot breath tickled her as he grinded against her.

"Just do it." She was anxious but wasn't about to admit it to him.

The sudden invasion rolled her eyes to the back of her head. Crying out, she bit her tongue as he planted himself firmly to the mouth of her womb with a hard thrust. The pool table creaked beneath the powerful movements. Breiftly Kagome where he got his stamina but brushed the thought aside as unimportant. She was not complaining.

Sesshoumaru groaned in a hiss, her constricting walls attempted to bind him within their greedy clutches. He would have no objections to it either. Her hot shealth hugged him so tightly. His thick shaft could barely move and it was mind blowing. He had to fight to leave and that was just how he liked it.

He rotated his hips, grinding his pelvis into her as her thighs quivered and fought to maintain an embrace around his waist. Tiny hands clawed into his smooth pale skin, not breaking tissue but still causing a steady stream of grunts to flow out of the silver haired male's mouth.

He sat up, freeing his tortured back from her hands and his waist from her legs. On his knees, he placed his hands on the underside of her thighs, spreading them to the limit; he began to pull her onto his member from this angle. Looking down he watched as his swollen dick disappeared into her wet slit. He was growing more fond of this pussy every time his cock reappeared with a fresh new coat of her womanly essence.

Her breasts bobbed with every movement. Erect nipples looking painfully hard as he pulled her up to him roughly, her ass ascending off the pool table with every tug. Their body both produced more sweat with every minute that past.

Kagome's eyes were shut completely, it was soooo good. He was a jerk but a beast in the sheets at the same time. Well a beast on the pool table. He moved so evenly within her, never leaving her completely and for that she was thankful. His engorged member caressed her walls with loving content. No, not love. Hate. He pounded into her like he hated her and she loved it.

Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip meditatively. Her bangs were drenched, sticking to her forehead and her thighs were sore from the way he pulled at them. She knew there would be red whelps on her thighs for a couple of days but she didn't care. All she cared about was the way his juicy length parted her weeping core aggressively, in and out like he owned it. All she could hear were the sounds of sex, slapping skin, wet noises and him grunting like a wild animal.

Unadulterated sex was such a beautiful thing, coupled with raw lust; but it was even better with raw anger.

She needed something to hold onto, but nothing was in reach so she stretched her arms out, grabbing the rims of the pool table. And then there was no need as the sex stopped.

Dazzling blue opened wide in question and frustration. What the hell?

She glared up to his prideful features, twisted into a wicked grin. She had to admit he was beautiful. Snowy locks plastering against his creamy skin, golden eyes intense with pleasure and male pride, delicious cuts defining thick muscles that jumped under his skin with every movement and the rippled packs that were sculpted into his abdomen. How Kami created such a fine male specimen was laudable. And yet with all this beauty she still could not stand him.

"Get on your hands and knees, bitch. I want to view my pussy as I take you from behind." His voice was a cold demand, laced with a gruff.

He scooted back as she rolled over like demanded and got on all fours. Looking over her shoulder she b had to say something. "Yours?" she questioned with a laugh, "I don't think so!"

Impaling her from behind swiftly, he lifted a brow. "And yet you are still in position."

He slid into her, hissing as the new angle brought upon deeper penetration. His hands grasped around her hips, directing her backwards to be impaled over and over again. The sounds of their hate-making acted as an orchestra to them. His heady groans intertwined with her gasping moans. Soft sighs emitted from her petal soft lips and audible smacks sounded from where his balls slapped against her exposed clit with each thrust. She ground her pelvis back, moving with him.

'So close,' he was in such proximity to completion. Maybe he should leave the bitch unsatisfied, that'll teach her some respect. He decided against it however.

A sharp intake of breath interrupted the rhythm of the groans and moans as he entered her with crueler intentions. She cried out when he quickened his already fast pace, the slapping sound of his nut sack grew in volume. Her arms quacked and finally gave in. She rested cheek on her now folded arms, moaning into her own flesh as the pool table down right shook.

Face down, ass up; she gave up on grinding back into him. The control freak could have the control and she would just enjoy it while it lasted. Her breath came out in hard pants. Eyes closed tight in preparation because she could feel it-- the coil tightened within her gut, the spring that would launch start her orgasm.

"Ahhh...yes," she drawled out, letting each syllable roll off her tongue slowly as he continued his assault on her.

"You like that don't you," he taunted, hitting that special spot that made her scream, but she it contained with tightly pursed lips.

"Shut up and fuck me like you hate me," she was becoming vuglar. Kagome looked over her shoulder, hypnotized. He didn't look as perfect as before, but still just as beautiful. His eyes were locked on the way her ass jiggled once hit, his features were more fierce, and his jaw was bound tightly. He was just...

Two more hard thrust against her g-spot and she was doped on fairy dust, flying in Neverland. It was the kind where ecstasy erupted behind her eye lids in sonic waves - the kind that curled her toes and made stars dance once more. Hi, stars, she thought before her shoulders relaxed and she surrendered to the pleasure surge that engulfed her.

He squeezed her hips and pulled her onto his member once more before he exploded with an inhuman snarl. Never before had he been forced into climax; but battling against her suckling walls that planted wet kisses along his long shaft was a futile war.

Golden eyes rolled and teeth clenched, he floated on cloud nine. His marbled chest heaved as if he had run a marathon. Pulling out, he allowed her to collapse once he freed her hips. He fell on top of her, but managed to hold his weight so as not to crush her, and then rolled them over.

She lay on his gasping chest. He did not hold her and she didn't want him to. They just layed.

Ten minutes passed.

Kagome sighed. His breath had evened out and he was asleep. She crawled off of him and down the pool table. Searching for her discarded dress with her eyes, she spotted it and went to pick it up.

Her legs was mildly sore between and around her upper thighs and hips were red handprints etched into her perfect skin. It was sore but managable now but she knew once morning came, so would the real pain of the aftermath.

Slipping the dress on pass the tattooed palms that would get her caught red handed- no pun intended- she walked back around to the pool table, gathered her shoes placing them on her feet.

She heard the sound of popping joints as she stretched releasing a sigh of contentment. Feeling more satisfied than she had been in a long time, a yawn broke free causing her to cover her mouth quickly.

Turning to be certain he was still asleep; she was reassured by the rise of his chest that remained steady. His long legs were hanging over the edge of the pool table. His face more serene than she would have thought possible.

Kagome ran her hands through her dark tresses, finger combing all the newly formed knots. But just to be on the safe side, she would sneak to the bathroom and be certain of her appearance. And so she left him high and dry on the pool table, snoozing away but not before muttering a simple parting, rolling her eyes with a wicked grin.

"Asshole."

FD~FD~FD

And I'm done editing this. I hope you all enjoyed it even though I know some people wanted Kagome to be more sweet and innocent but like I said before this is smut so I will have known of that...they weren't suppose to have a relationship, that is the definition of F-ing in my book.

I accept all types of reviews except flames, I don't want to be cursed out without knowing the reason so please don't.

Please Review...they make me fuzzy with happiness.