The Syndrome by SunsetMiko

In the Dark of Night

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Chapter 41 – In the Dark of Night

Previously on The Syndrome… *grin*

Sesshoumaru was woken out of a sound sleep by the sound of his bedroom door clicking closed. He sat up quickly, scanning the room for an intruder and finding one slowly making her way towards the foot of his bed. She smiled seductively at him and a flash of fire spread through his body. He was frozen, immobilized when she crawled onto the mattress, moving higher until she sat crouched over his upper thighs.

Kagome stared into his eyes for a moment before leaning down and kissing him passionately, his hands moving to rest on her hips. “I couldn’t sleep. You don’t mind, do you?”

And now, on this episode of The Syndrome…

Kagome smirked at the dazed expression on his face. The glow of the streetlights streaming through the windows illuminated the room just enough for her human eyes to see him beneath her. One hand came up to cup his cheek and her fingers traced his markings and then his lips, still moist from their kiss.

He studied her, taking in her beauty as she sat over him so intimately. The only thing that could have made her more stunning was if she was wearing one of his shirts instead of one that obviously belonged to the hanyou. That or if she was naked. Still, he was in no position to complain. He was definitely the beggar and not the chooser in this particular situation and he would take what he could get and enjoy it immensely.

His hands moved hesitantly up her sides from their place on her hips. He didn’t know what she wanted, what she was expecting, or how far she wanted to go and the last thing he wanted was to overstep his boundaries and scare her off. He’d been aching for too long to get her into a position like this and he didn’t want to ruin it.

At the same time, however, he didn’t want to let her down by doing too little.  That, and the fact that he really enjoyed touching her. What if she wanted him to make a move and he didn’t? He certainly didn’t want her to think he didn’t want her because he did, more than anything. He wanted her so badly it hurt.

Kagome’s eyes fluttered closed as she soaked in the feeling of Sesshoumaru’s hands on her body, moving slowly up her sides over her shirt. His thumbs brushed across her abdomen and her body arched in anticipation as he approached her breasts.

She nearly sighed in frustration as his steady progression stopped suddenly and she was incredibly tempted to just grab his hands and move them to where she wanted them. Still, she didn’t know if she had it in her to be more aggressive than she already was. She didn’t know what had gotten into her that ended her up in his room and on top of him in the first place.

When she arched her back so seductively, so welcomingly, her hips had pressed against his and the taiyoukai was certain he’d nearly died. It was only then that he realized he was rock hard, his length trapped between their bodies where there was no way in hell she could miss it. Still, she didn’t act as if she was aware of its existence and he didn’t mind if it stayed that way.

The blessed increase in pleasure had to have been the most pleasurable thing he’d experienced to date and he was tempted to beg her to do it again, even if it meant drawing her attention to the fact that he had a massive stiffie. Maybe she would take it as a compliment. It was entirely her fault after all. They all were. He hadn’t had an erection once in more than four years that wasn’t linked to the beauty perched over his prone form, and this one was no different.

Tired of waiting for him to resume movement, Kagome leaned down once again and kissed him senseless. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out, calling to his, inviting it to play, and it was eager to do so. Their tongues danced together as they slowly explored each other’s mouths, learning together the pleasure such a thing could bring.

When they finally broke apart they were both panting for air and Sesshoumaru’s eyes were drawn to her heaving breasts. Once again his hands began their hesitant progress, moving ever upwards towards his goal. At the same time her hands moved as well, traveling from his cheeks to his chest, fingertips running lightly over hard muscles, tracing the dips of definition with barely masked awe.

She’d been dying to touch him like this since the first time she laid eyes on him at her freshman orientation more than four years ago. She’d been enthralled by the way his shirt clung to his chest and abdomen. His skin was soft and his muscles twitched every now and then under her attentions in a hypnotic kind of way. Finally her hands reached where the blankets stopped her, forming a barrier just below his navel keeping her from moving further south.

Kagome groaned, wanting more than anything to continue her perusal of his incredible form. She’d been intrigued by the soft silvery hairs that were visible between his navel and the blanket and she had an almost uncontrollable urge to follow them to where she knew the little trail led.

Her hands felt incredible on his chest and abdomen, her caresses gentle and her fingertips like silk on his skin. In his dreams it had always been he who worshipped her, but feeling her exploring his body like she was… he could have laid there and allowed it to continue forever. He too cursed the blankets that halted her progression. He would give anything to have her hands on him there. He’d had more than enough of his own hands; that was for sure. Her touch felt so good on just his chest that he was certain if she touched him a little bit lower he could die a happy demon.

Her fingers continued to idly play with his treasure trail and Sesshoumaru once again found the ability to focus. He was so close. No more than an inch separated his hands from the glory of her breasts and still she’d made no attempt to stop his progression. If she wanted him to stop she’d had plenty of time to say so and he was more than willing to take her silence as permission.

His hands slowly crept over the last inch, moving in to cup her breasts through her shirt. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and for that he was thankful. He could feel her hard nipples pressing against his palms and a soft whine escaped him at the amazing sensation. The dog demon gave both breasts a gentle squeeze before allowing his thumbs to circle her tight peaks, causing her to arch into his hands, pressing their hips tightly together once again.

Touching her was wonderful but now that he had, Sesshoumaru was overcome with an incredible desire to lick and suck at her oh so tempting nipples. He fought back another whine at the thought, molding her soft mounds with both hands and watching her face, seeing obvious enjoyment there. Her eyes were closed, her head lolled back and to one side, and her lips were puckered as if she were awaiting a kiss, one he was dying to give her if only he could reach. As it was, he was still stuck flat on his back, and while it was definitely not a point he’d complain about, it did limit his movement quite a bit.

Sensing that she was about as far away from stopping him as was possible, Sesshoumaru sucked in a deep breath and decided to kick things up a notch. While his left hand remained on her breast, his right moved lower until he found the bottom hem of the t-shirt. He slipped his fingertips under the fabric and found the silky, inviting flesh of her abdomen. Feeling rather brave, he slid his entire hand under her shirt, cupping the curve of her waist for a moment before making the move upwards toward her breast once again.

The taiyoukai froze as Kagome suddenly pulled away and he quickly began to mentally curse himself as she crawled backwards off the bed. “Kagome, wait, please! I didn’t mean to… I thought you… I’m sorry I… I shouldn’t have…” he stammered, desperate to stop her from leaving him. He would have said anything to keep her with him at that moment.

The miko climbed all the way off the bed and stood, staring into his eyes with a mysterious grin on her face. All his attempts to speak ceased as her hands slowly began to slide over her body. She wrapped herself in her arms, her fingertips creeping lower until they found the bottom hem of the oversized t-shirt she wore. Torturously slow, Kagome began to lift the fabric that hid her body from his searching gaze, watching his eyes widen as he realized just what she intended to do.

Inch by inch the shirt crept higher, slowly revealing more and more of her bare skin. After what seemed like an eternity, Sesshoumaru was treated to the vision that was her panties, followed by her abdomen, the sight of which was accompanied by an overwhelming urge to swirl his tongue around her navel.

It was like hours had passed before the bottom of her breasts became visible and by the time her dusky pink nipples were revealed, he was certain he had to be drooling all over himself. It was the most enthralling thing he’d ever seen, Kagome slowly removing her clothing. It was something he’d never imagined would ever happen in real life. Still, there she was, pulling the shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor at her feet.

As if that hadn’t been good enough, the miko then hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties, smiling playfully at him as she did so. She felt so powerful, seeing that he couldn’t rip his eyes away from her body if he wanted to. She’d successfully immobilized the most incredible being she’d ever seen, the male that every girl she knew, and probably hundreds she didn’t, wanted for their own. He wanted her and no one else, the knowledge of which acted as an aphrodisiac.

She slowly slid her panties lower, fighting back a wave of nervous shyness that tried to overwhelm her. He wanted nothing more than to see what she had to show him, now was not the time to be timid. Reminded of his words earlier that day that he’d never desired anyone but her, Kagome’s confidence was boosted to new levels and her panties dropped to an all-time low, hitting the floor. She stepped out of them and slid them to the side with her foot. For a moment she simply stood there at the end of the bed allowing him to look at her.

At that moment Sesshoumaru absolutely ached to pounce on her and worship every inch of her beautiful body. Still, it was obvious that she was enjoying being in control of the progression of things and he didn’t dare try to take that away from her. So long as she came closer, she could do whatever she wanted to him and he would thank her for it.

The taiyoukai scooted up in the bed into a semi-reclined position, hoping that she was planning on returning to her place perched over his hips. This time he wanted to be able to kiss her without waiting for her to come all the way down to him, that and he was absolutely dying to wrap his lips around a tight pink peak.

His silent prayers were answered as Kagome began to slowly crawl up the length of the bed towards him. The sight of her naked on her hands and knees nearly gave him a nosebleed and his beast was howling in pleased celebration in his mind. Things were progressing beautifully.

She stared into his eyes as she approached, looking like a tigress stalking her prey, and Sesshoumaru would have been perfectly fine with the idea if she’d decided right then to devour him. The heat in her gaze was exquisite and it took everything he had to not whimper like a little puppy, begging her to do something, anything.

Finally she stopped, sitting once again over his hips. A seductive smirk dawned on her lips as she pressed her body more tightly against his, making him groan at the increased pressure on his hard length perfectly trapped between them. Kagome rolled her hips, this time moaning along with him as his erection pushed on just the right spot. She leaned down and kissed him, all the while shifting her weight over his body, enjoying not only the look on his face and the sounds he made, but also the pleasure it brought her.

She straightened slightly, grinning down at him as he lay panting beneath her. If she’d continued her movements for just a minute more he would have reached completion and, while it might have been a tad embarrassing, it would have been worth it to finally have a climax not brought on solely by his imagination and his own hand.

As he caught his breath, his eyes focused on her bare breasts, finding that the angle she was sitting at was perfect. He could lean forward just a little and finally wrap his lips around a perfect pink peak. He mentally debated it for a moment, unsure whether she would wish for him to make such an advance, but in the end his overwhelming desire won out.

Besides, she hadn’t stopped him when he first touched her breasts. She hadn’t even really been stopping him when he slipped his hand under her shirt. Hell, she took her shirt off! If that wasn’t encouragement to continue he didn’t know what was. Of course that was just the problem. He really didn’t know what one usually did to encourage their partner to move forward, he’d never done this before.

Before he lost his nerve, the taiyoukai went for it. He studied her face for a second, seeing a beautiful and completely comfortable expression there, before leaning forward. He stuck his tongue out just a tad and ever so hesitantly licked her breast, starting below the nipple and then flicking over it. When she moaned all hesitance disappeared. He wrapped his lips around the tight peak, suckling and swirling his tongue around the tip like he’d always dreamt of doing.

She really seemed to be enjoying it as the movement of her hips resumed. Kagome whimpered and whispered his name as she pressed his hard length against her clit through the blankets that still separated their bodies. Her fingers wrapped in his hair, holding his head to her breast, giving him all the encouragement he could ever want.

One hand cupped her unattended breast while the other wrapped around her back, the tips of his claws running carefully up and down the length of her spine. The feeling of her hands in his hair was heaven. She wanted him to do what he was doing. She was enjoying it, trying to ensure it would continue. She was accepting his advances and, in doing so, accepting him.

He’d never experienced such an overwhelmingly peaceful and perfect moment before in his life. Her acceptance of him allowed him to accept himself and to think that perhaps things really would turn out right in the end. He had a chance and, for the first time in his life, that chance seemed like a good one rather than a sliver of hope in a hurricane of the unlikely.

As wonderful as all the thoughts rushing through his mind were, they weren’t coming at the most opportune time and Sesshoumaru did his best to tuck them away for later contemplation. He was a tad busy with more pressing things. His free hand left her back, moving lower to cup her ass as he kissed his way from one breast to the other.

Feeling extra-adventurous after receiving nothing but positive reinforcement from the beauty perched naked over his body, Sesshoumaru made another move. The hand that had moments before been cupping her breast lower, circling her navel with the tip of a clawed finger and then continued down to where her patch of short black curls began.

He waited for a moment, giving her a chance to stop him, before running his fingers through her curls with admiration. They were so soft, welcoming, and when Kagome lifted her hips slightly he knew he had her permission. He traced her warm, moist folds, smirking against her breast at how aroused she seemed to be. Sure, he had never done this, or anything even close to it, before but he was a red blooded nineteen year old male. He knew what that slickness meant and it felt like she’d just pinned a blue ribbon to his chest. Kagome was turned on… for him no less.

Using care with his claws, Sesshoumaru found the tight little bundle of nerves he’d heard so much about and brushed a fingertip across it lightly. She gasped at the contact and pressed down against his hand, silently begging for more. He was definitely willing to give her what she desired, repeating the motion with increased pressure.

Seeing her throw her head back and moan for him was incredible and his chest swelled with male pride, while another part of him swelled as well. He hadn’t thought it possible for his dick to get harder, but damned if it didn’t.

He rubbed at her clit again, enjoying her obvious pleasure even more, before slowly searching for, and finding, her opening. He slipped one long finger gently inside her, grinning as she ground her hips against his hand. Eager to meet her needs, he withdrew his digit almost completely before sliding it inside once again. Her whimpers of pleasure were music to his ears and he continued the motion, thoroughly enjoying the feel of her tight walls clenching around his finger, trying to pull it deeper and keep it within her.

Suddenly Kagome grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her, sending Sesshoumaru into a mental tailspin. He’d been so certain she was enjoying it! Why was she stopping him? Had he gone too far? Had he hurt her? Before he knew what was happening, she’d climbed off of him to kneel at his side, and he found himself instantly missing the warmth and comfort her slight weight had brought him. It didn’t last long though. He didn’t even have a chance to open his mouth to ask her what he’d done wrong before her intentions became known.

Kagome flipped the blanket that had formed an annoying barrier between their bodies to the end of the bed, exposing his completely nude form to her and the cool air in the room. He looked up at her in surprise and saw a wicked grin on her lips as her eyes locked on his very prominent erection. He didn’t have time to be embarrassed before she wrapped one small hand around his length, her touch ripping a gasp from his throat.

It was exquisite, better than he’d ever imagined, having her finally touching him there. After so much time spent absolutely certain that it would never happen anywhere but in his fantasies he could hardly believe it was happening at all. Still, it was hard to deny the absolute ecstasy of it. When her hand started moving to slide up and down along his aching length, he was certain he almost blacked out. There was no question about it. Her hand felt a million times better than his ever had, like he’d been masturbating with a burlap sack full of cacti all this time only to be upgraded to the finest silk. He never wanted her to stop.

Kagome couldn’t keep the grin off her face as she watched him, his hands clutching desperately to the sheets at his sides while he struggled to remember how to breathe. It was absolutely exhilarating, the feeling of power that came with touching him like she was. No one else could do this to him because he didn’t have an interest in anyone else. Only she could make him squirm and pant like he was and it was awesome.

As much as she enjoyed watching him writhe under her attentions, and she did, she still somewhat regretted her change in position. His touch had set her on fire and now she was left with a dull, hollow ache, an emptiness that needed to be filled. Her grin grew as it dawned on her. She knew just how to get rid of that annoying ache and she doubted he would protest.

She threw one leg over him, settling over his upper thighs, just below where her hand still slowly stroked his hard length. The feeling of skin on skin was almost overwhelming and she could see from the look on his face that he felt the same. Her free hand came up to idly play with his soft silver fur-like hair while she worked up the nerve to take the next step.

She was so close, closer than he’d ever imagined possible, and Sesshoumaru took to a silent mantra, praying for her to take it one step further. Sure, he doubted she would, but then he’d never for a second thought she’d sneak into his room in the middle of the night and do all the things she’d already done either. If that was possible, well, then so was anything else.

Kagome leaned down to kiss him, letting go of his erection and flattening her upper body to his, increasing the skin on skin sensation. As she pulled back, she scooted forward, watching his face intently. She didn’t think he’d have any objections but she had to be sure. She fought to hold in a breathy moan as his hard, heated length brushed against her slick folds and she ground her hips against his, the pressure on her clit causing her to lose the battle for silence and whimper in pleasure.

He’d thought her hand had felt like heaven, but this… this was a million times better. When she lifted herself up on her knees and gave him a heated look, he knew that it was about to get even better still. He reached between their bodies, lining up his length with her entrance, and fought to keep his eyes open as she slowly lowered herself. The silken heat was incredible and it didn’t take long before his eyes rolled back in his head while he nearly purred for her.

Finally the empty feeling was gone, replaced by an incredibly satisfying full sensation, and Kagome braced herself, her hands on his chest, fingers splayed widely, as she slowly lifted herself before lowering once again. She repeated the motion, moaning in surprise as Sesshoumaru thrust his hips up to meet her downward movement, hitting a spot that nearly made her head spin.

They moved together in near silence, only their heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure filling the air. No words were needed between them as they stared into each other’s eyes. His hands found hers and their fingers interlocked, clinging tightly to one another as their pleasure spun out of control.

He was getting closer and closer to the edge, but he refused to go without her. Sesshoumaru watched as her eyes fluttered closed. Her head lolled to one side and her back arched so far that the tips of her hair tickled his thighs, and just when he was certain he could hold off no longer, she cried out his name to the heavens. His peak followed hers by mere seconds, his eyes pinching tightly closed as he groaned out her name.

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Kagome sat up with a start, the sound of her own voice waking her from her dreams. Never had anything ever felt so real in her life!  Her heart was racing and she had to fight to catch her breath. It took her a minute to realize where she was, and only then did the reality of her situation dawn on her.

A blush to her cheeks and the miko turned to find Inuyasha lying beside her, his head held up by his hand. It was obvious he’d been watching her with no small amount of amusement. At least he wasn’t angry.

“Have a nice dream, Kaggie?” he asked with a grin.

“Was I… was it that… did I?” she started several times, unable to complete a thought.

“Did you scream out my brother’s name in your sleep loud enough to wake the deaf elderly couple on the next block? No, I’m sure they slept through it. Me on the other hand…”

“Oh, just shut up,” Kagome growled in embarrassed frustration. After a minute of willing the blood to drain from her cheeks she looked over at her friend. “You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

“Eh,” he hummed, “I’ve been thinkin’ about it and, well, I should know better than to think that you’d let him take you away from us. I trust you and I know you’d never abandon your friends. So, if he makes you happy… And if your dreams say anything then he will,” the hanyou said with a laugh. “Sounds like you won’t be spending so much money on batteries anymore, huh, Kags?”

Kagome smacked his arm playfully. “You promised. I even made you ramen.”

“I know, I know. No worries, Babe. You know what?”

“What?”

“I am damn glad we’re setting you up a room in the basement.”

“And why is that?” she asked with a grin.

“Because I don’t wanna have to listen to that every night. It’s just… weird.”

“How do you think I feel about it? I certainly didn’t mean for you to hear anything! Damn, I haven’t even decided yet and already he’s embarrassing me.”

“Nah. You embarrassed yourself,” Inuyasha teased.

“Yeah, yeah. Just keep your mouth shut about it, huh?” She climbed out of bed and softly padded towards the door.

“Where you goin’?” he asked.

“To get a drink,” she muttered. “I don’t think I’ll be going back to sleep for a while.”

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Something wasn’t right, the taiyoukai was certain of it. Something had changed during the few seconds he’d had his eyes pinched shut. Still, he didn’t want to find out what. He had a good idea, but opening his eyes would confirm it and he wasn’t ready to give up the incredible encounter they’d just shared. He sighed, knowing it would have to happen eventually, and slowly opened his eyes, finding himself alone in his bed as if she’d never been there at all. She hadn’t and now he knew it.

Sesshoumaru shifted under the blankets in frustration, only to discover something else. He needed to change his sheets. That was new. Sure, he’d been having incredibly realistic dreams about Kagome for years now, but they’d always ended before the good part. This time he’d slept right through the finishing act and he wasn’t really sure he wanted to complain about it. He wasn’t painfully hard and aching for her touch. No, instead he was wonderfully relaxed, if not somewhat disappointed, and rather sticky.

He knew the last thing he wanted to be doing in the morning was explaining to his nosy brother and the kitsune why his sheets smelled quite like they did. They would be sure to make a big humiliating deal about it and he did not want Kagome finding out he had a wet dream about her! It was definitely a better idea to throw them in the washer now and avoid the whole thing. He didn’t want to sacrifice his after-orgasm peaceful period, but it was necessary.

The dog demon sat up and did his best to clean all the stickiness from himself before climbing out of bed and stripping off the sheets. Balling them up, he tossed them at the door so he could pull on a pair of pajama pants before picking the bundle up again and opening his door silently. He sniffed the hall and, finding it empty, moved swiftly out of his room and down the stairs, heading directly to the basement and the washing machine.

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Kagome walked silently down the stairs to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before moving to sit at the kitchen table. Her attention was drawn to the soft glow of light coming up from the basement through the open door. Someone was down there. Knowing she wasn’t allowed to peek at the room in progress, she could do nothing but wonder who was up so late and what they were doing. She knew Inuyasha was in his room and after taking a moment to scan the energies in the house, she then knew that Shippo, Bankotsu, and Miroku were as well. That only left… him.

Her face flushed bright red as her mind brought up memories of her dream, memories so clear that she found herself squirming in her seat. She couldn’t face him, not now, not with naughty thoughts running wild and unchecked in her head. But where could she hide? She wasn’t really up to facing Inuyasha again quite so soon either and if she woke up one of the other guys it would only lead to questions.

Besides, there was a part of her that wanted to see him badly. She remembered the night at the ski cabin when he wandered out to the living room while she was watching the fire and knew that he wore only pajama pants at night. The view had been exceptional and the knowledge that he was likely to be shirtless now kept her glued to her seat. She’d gotten to touch him earlier that day before their walk, but right now she wanted to touch him again and a lot more.

Even stronger than the desire to touch him was the desire to have him touch her. There was a little voice in her mind whispering to her to just think, if it had felt so incredibly good in a dream, imagine how great it could be for real. As she heard his footsteps moving up the stairs, Kagome dropped her head into her arms on the table. She was in trouble and she knew it.