Vanilla Spice by Aubrey Simone

Vanilla Spice

Disclaimer: The anime/manga Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, and I, Aubrey Simone, make no money from the writing or posting of this fic.

Pre-Note: This for round one of the July Madness Tournament, hosted by Kayelyn. I hope everyone enjoys, and thanks for reading!

Warnings: Language, light bondage, and a little bit of Inuyasha bashing.

Vanilla Spice

The rhythmic pounding of Kagome's footsteps was the only sound other than the odd car engine and the occasional breeze that permeated the early evening air. Her breath passed her lips in controlled puffs, and her heart beat behind her ribs at a quick, familiar pace. But beneath the calm expression on her face and the easy, memorized movements of her muscles, her thoughts roiled and tumbled angrily over one another, dissatisfaction the driving force behind them.

'That's the fifth time this week! I can't believe he didn't realize it!' The juncture between her legs throbbed in remembered denial, and she picked up her pace, forcing the sensation away. 'Stupid Inuyasha!'

An irritated grumble began to work up her throat, but she forced it down and reminded herself of her resolve to just run it out.

When she'd met Inuyasha five years before, they'd both been young and immediately smitten with each other; she by his rugged nature and he—or so he said—by her sweet disposition. There had been no secrets between them, had been no barriers on their relationship, and it flourished happily under their loving attention. Of course, the fact that Kagome had a sex drive that would put most men to shame only made Inuyasha happier.

'Now if only I could get a little satisfaction out of it,' Kagome thought humorlessly.

At first, sure, she'd had orgasms—and strong ones at that—but over time Inuyasha seemed to focus more on his own pleasures than on hers. They didn't kiss as much as they used to, foreplay only lasted long enough to get him up, and just when she'd start getting into it, he'd come and be done with it. And then she'd lay under him and wonder why he couldn't tell that she hadn't orgasmed. Was he really so caught up in himself that he didn't feel it?

"Shit, you come hard," he'd used to say, panting into her face as she shuddered in his arms. "I guess I'll never have to worry about you faking it, huh?"

The memory made her want to laugh—she'd never faked an orgasm, and never would, but his not noticing that she hadn't even had one was just as bad.

Her breath was coming hard and fast now, so she slowed down and paced back and forth on the sidewalk, giving her muscles a chance to cool down without locking up. Frustration lanced up her spine, and she groaned quietly, not understanding why this wasn't working as it usually did. Maybe the sexual tension was eating away at her nerves more than she'd originally thought it was. She took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh.

"What has the hanyou done now?"

"Shit!" She whirled, and then narrowed her eyes on the figure walking into the flickering glow of the streetlight. "Sesshomaru, don't sneak up on me like that!"

The addressed youkai cocked a silver brow. "I do not 'sneak', Higurashi."

"Whatever," Kagome grumbled, rolling her eyes and propping her hands on her hips as Inuyasha's half-brother leaned casually against the lamp post in front of her. "What are you doing out so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he responded mildly. A smirk crossed his lips. "But I already know the answer to that."

"That doesn't answer my question, Sesshomaru," Kagome grumbled, not in the mood to have a verbal spar with the surprisingly witty inuyoukai.

He lifted his chin. "Hnn."

Kagome scoffed, rolling her eyes once more. "Alright, fine, don't tell me. I'm going home."

She'd gotten ten feet away before he spoke. "You're dissatisfied."

She cleared her throat, aware of exactly what he was talking about by the tone of his voice. "That's none of your business."

"Isn't it?"

Knowing—and not liking—where the conversation was going, Kagome stopped walking and turned to look at him again. "Don't go there. We agreed that we would never—"

"We?" He pushed off of the metal post, and, hands sinking into the pockets of his low-slung jeans, crossed the space between them in slow, languid strides. Kagome cursed her inability to move away when he stopped mere inches in front of her and lowered his face until they were eye-level. "We never agreed to anything. You assumed that I would cooperate."

"Sesshomaru, I don't want—"

"Yes you do," he interrupted quietly. His baritone voice dropped to a rumble, and his eyes glinted in wicked delight. "Don't you?"

Kagome clenched her fists. "That was a mistake," she ground out through a jaw tightened in frustration. Why did he have to bring this up now? Why couldn't he just let it go?

Much to her dismay, Sesshomaru wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her to his chest, reminding her forcefully of what it felt like to be held against him. "Was it?" Kagome took a deep breath.

"Yes, it was. I was drunk, and—"

"And your drunkenness had nothing to do with what happened," Sesshomaru interrupted, voice vibrating against her. "You were sober when—"

"Don't say it!"

"Are you honestly so wracked with guilt that you can't even hear it?"

"I don't feel guilty," Kagome denied, narrowing her eyes.

Pulling his free hand out of his pocket, Sesshomaru reached up and ran the back of a clawed finger over her cheek. "Then why can't I say what happened?"

"Because I don't want to hear it!" She wrenched out of his grip, straightening her jogging jacket and taking a few steps away from his body heat. "Look," she began, trying her best not to let the tremble in her voice show, "let's just forget about that, alright? Please?"

Slowly, Sesshomaru straightened. He slipped his hands back into his pockets, and then inclined his head. "Good night."

Though the obvious dismissal jarred her nerves Kagome nodded and then turned and walked away, mind teeming with memories. She pulled her cell phone from her jacket pocket and dialed a familiar number.

"Hey, Roku. Listen, I need to talk to you. Can I come over?"

~~~~~*~~~~~

"So let me get this straight," Miroku began, leaning back in his chair. "Inuyasha left you high and wet, so to speak, so you went for a run and ran into Sesshomaru, who brought up that little incident from two years ago?"

"Right."

"And you're upset because…?"

Brown eyes snapped in irritation, and Miroku was glad that looks couldn't kill. "Because he acts like I'm supposed to want to do it again!"

Unable to help himself, Miroku waggled his brows. "You are supposed to want to do it again." He grinned. "And again, and again, and—"

"Miroku!"

Laughing, he ducked the wet tea bag she threw at him, shaking his head at her pout and taking a sip of tea. For a moment, he watched her stare down into her mug. "I think you should."

Her head snapped up. "Wh-what?"

"I think you should," he repeated, shrugging off her incredulous look.

"Miroku, I'm in a relationship!"

"With a half-demon who obviously doesn't do it for you anymore," he stated matter-of-factly. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "If you've got a better option right there in front of you, why not take it?"

"You're nuts!" Kagome exclaimed, shaking her head. "I've been with Inuyasha for five years! I'm not going to dump him for his half-brother!"

"Why not?"

"Because I love him! The only thing Sesshomaru and I have in common is sarcasm!"

"And bondage," Miroku added slyly, watching with amusement as her cheeks flushed.

"Shut up. Just because I'm interested in it and he lives it doesn't mean that I want to be in a relationship with him."

"It'd be interesting, at least," Miroku mumbled. Kagome huffed, and Miroku sighed. "Okay, fine, don't leave Inuyasha. But have a session with Sesshomaru."

"What kind of best friend are you?" Kagome asked, dropping her head onto the table.

He stared at the top of her head, a frown fighting its way onto his face. How could he make her see what he saw? Briefly, he thought back on their lives.

Their mothers were best friends, and they had been born on the same day, he five hours older than her. They'd grown up together, had cried and laughed and been angry at each other just as much as any other pair of friends. When Kagome met Inuyasha in college, Miroku had honestly been happy for her, because it meant that she would finally get the joy she deserved, but the instant she confessed to him two and a half years earlier that she wasn't having orgasms anymore, he knew the relationship was doomed to fail.

And then she'd somehow ended up in Sesshomaru's "play room" during one of she and Inuyasha's "breaks", and he'd seen that there was pep in her step again. She smiled brighter, laughed easier. He'd thought that she'd gotten over Inuyasha, finally, that she would move on to warmer waters, so to speak. But she'd gone back to Inuyasha the second he'd asked, and Miroku had wanted to shake her; he still did, as a matter of fact, but shaking her wouldn't make her listen, so maybe he could talk a little sense into her. He reached up and rubbed his temple, and then sighed.

"The kind that wants you to be happy," he said at last, answering her earlier question. Kagome looked up. "Honestly, Kagome, you haven't been happy since that day you and Sesshomaru had sex." She frowned.

"Of course I've been happy, Roku, I—"

"Haven't had an orgasm at your boyfriend's hands in at least a month," he interrupted dryly. "And I know how much sex it takes to satisfy you, remember? We didn't research nymphomania that summer for nothing."

She scoffed. "I'm not a nympho," she retorted, and Miroku waved a hand.

"Yeah, we made sure of that, but still. You get horny more often than I do, and we both know that's saying something." Rolling her eyes, Kagome drew in a breath to speak, and Miroku purposefully beat her to the punch, fixing her with a stern gaze. "My point being, Kagome, that you need Sesshomaru. Inuyasha hasn't been enough for you for a while now, and I'm tired of wanting to kick his ass every time I see him."

Instant amusement danced in her eyes. "Your wanting to kick his ass has more to do with him kissing Sango all those years ago," she said, and Miroku narrowed his eyes at her.

"Changing the subject won't work this time," he informed her levelly, feeling mildly triumphant when she pursed her lips and looked away.

For a while, she was silent, and Miroku left her to her thoughts, watching as confusion and frustration and anxiety took turns melting over her pretty face. When she sighed heavily and settled back into the chair, eyes closed, Miroku folded his hands around his lukewarm coffee mug. "I just...don't want to hurt him." She opened her eyes, mouth turned down. "I really don't want to hurt him."

"I know."

Silently, she turned her mug on the table, facial expressions cycling once again. Miroku knew the instant she began thinking about Sesshomaru—her eyes softened and the little 'v' between her brows smoothed out until she looked utterly content, and then her lips parted in a way they only did when she was turned on; Miroku smiled.

"If you fantasize any longer, you're going to slide off of the seat."

She didn't jerk in surprise or even blush in embarrassment—they talked about sex too much and too often for her to be even remotely mortified—and instead gave a little chuckle, shaking her head. "Fine," she admitted, some of the tension bleeding out of her posture, "you're right."

Miroku playfully rubbed at one ear and cupped his fingers around it. "Sorry, what was that?"

She rolled her eyes and pulled her phone from the pocket of her running jacket. "I said that you're right," she mumbled, half distracted as she texted. "I do need Sesshomaru." Her phone beeped just moments later, and despite the frown that flitted briefly across her face, she typed a reply—probably Inuyasha, Miroku thought—and then shut the device down and fixed him with a familiar look. "But right now, I need something else."

And Miroku felt the air shift between them, felt the thick undercurrents of their friendship swell up in his gut. His breath caught in his throat.

It had been a long time since he and his best friend had made usage of the easy intimacy and deep understanding of each other—years, in fact—and even though Kagome made a phenomenal friend, quite literally the best he'd ever had, she made an equally phenomenal lover, also, incidentally, the best he'd ever had.

"Are you sure?"

The smile that spread across her lips was smooth and easy-going, but she didn't answer, and the fact that she had already gotten horny enough to tease him only added to the anticipation of burying himself inside of her.

For a long moment, she simply stared at him across the table, and then, with an upward tilt of her chin, murmured, "Yes sir," and Miroku was out of his seat before she'd even finished the sentence. She smiled again, and when he fisted his hands in her hair and pressed their lips together, Miroku knew that this was going to be a good night.

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

If Sesshomaru was surprised to see her on his doorstep, he didn't act like it, and Kagome was silently grateful as he stepped aside to let her in.

Sesshomaru's house was still as neat as she remembered it, and she toed her shoes off at the front door, but when she made to walk into the living room, Sesshomaru's arm snaked around her waist like an iron band, and she couldn't suppress the shiver that shook itself down her spine when he pressed his face into her neck and breathed.

"We will not talk about this," he said after a while, his voice a low rumble that she felt more than heard, "until I've fucked you sixteen ways from Sunday, do you hear me? I'm going to have you in every position I can manage, and after you get your voice back, we're going to have a conversation about why Inuyasha's been moping around like someone shot his damn dog." He bit her ear, pulled her tighter against him, and ground his cock against her ass. "Understood?"

She laughed breathlessly, already hopelessly turned on. "If we aren't going to talk about it, then why are we talking?"

Sesshomaru growled, and before she could fight him off, turned her and pushed her against the nearest wall. "Insolent little wench," he whispered against her jaw, nipping and licking until she turned her head and bared her neck. "I see you've forgotten everything I've taught you." One of his hands closed into her hair, and the other undid the button of her jeans and tugged her zipper down without struggle. "I'll just have to make you remember, won't I?"

She grinned. "I guess so."

He nipped at her jaw again, and then pushed her arms up and pulled her hips outward until her back was arched and her hands were braced on the wall above her head. She stepped obediently out of her jeans when he pushed them down, and then folded her arms at the small of her back when he pulled them. The soft leather of her belt wrapped loosely around her wrists, and she shivered at the restriction.

"Good girl," Sesshomaru murmured, and then ripped her shirt and tore the straps of her bra, claws scratching against her skin in tantalizing brushes. The danger of it only made her wetter, and when he kicked her legs apart and stepped between them, her belly flush against the thick line of his cock, she let out a shuddering moan. God, she'd missed this.

Pressing his cheek against hers, Sesshomaru laid one hand against the back of her neck, and the other against the wall by her head; mouth at her ear, he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you raw," and she couldn't help the way her hips stuttered toward him.

"Yeah?" She licked her lips. "Do it then."

With a chuckle that vibrated against her, Sesshomaru placed his hands on her sides and ran his palms in a slow, hot line from just under her breasts to the top of her knee and back again, clawed fingertips coming within inches of her aching nipples. She arched and whimpered, but he refused to touch her where she wanted, and when he pressed his mouth against her throat, she didn't know whether to tilt her head back or find some way to get his hands where she wanted them the most.

She had no time to decide, however; with a growl, Sesshomaru closed his thumb and forefinger around both of her nipples and pulled, fingertips sliding from areola to tip. Sparks erupted beneath her skin, and she hissed as he repeated the motion, stripping her nipples until they were long and hard and she was whining like a bitch in heat—like his bitch in heat.

Breasts nothing but mounds of sensitive nerves, Kagome licked her lips and rolled her hips, and when Sesshomaru looked up at her, eyes tingeing red, she bared her throat and moaned. "Please," she whispered, "please fuck me. Right here, I want you to do it right here, want you to fuck me until I can't see straight, want you to—" She cut off with a squeak when Sesshomaru abruptly hefted her up, and with absolutely no leverage, she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist to keep from falling.

She could feel one of his hands kneading at her bare ass, and the other was working at the fly of his pants; she groaned at the thought of him just slamming into her, and right when she thought to ask for him to do just that, the thick head of his cock was poised against her drenched opening—he looked at her, hands on her hips, and then shoved home.

She came.

Later, she would remember blacking out from the force of her orgasm, but as he pulled out and pushed back in, her only thought was for how much she had missed his length and his girth—he was much bigger than Inuyasha, and while size didn't really make much of a difference to her, she had to admit that Sesshomaru's dick reached places she had forgotten were so sensitive. She leaned her head back against the wall and wailed.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight," Sesshomaru growled into her ear, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to bruise as he forcefully moved her against him. "You missed this, didn't you, missed how I fuck you."

"Yes," she hissed, mildly surprised that she was still coherent enough to answer him. "Missed having you inside me, missed—" But she was coming again and couldn't finish the sentence, and Sesshomaru snarled in her ear before pulling out of her.

She whimpered as he unhooked her legs from around his hips, and then moaned as he tugged her to the floor and pressed her face into the wood, her ass up in the air. "C'mon," she gasped, too far gone to care what she was saying. "C'mon do it, mount me like the bitch I am, make me your bitch, Sesshomaru, c'mon—!"

When he pushed inside of her again, one hand on the back of her neck and the other clutching at her ass, she groaned long and low, and he chuckled at the sound. "Desperate for it, aren't you? Don't worry—I'm going to give you exactly what you need."

She whined when he pulled out, agonizingly slow, and when he pushed back in at the same pace, she could both feel and hear her juices being pushed out of her—the sound was erotic in a way she couldn't explain, and she felt her already aching clit pulse with that much more arousal. Sesshomaru hissed above her, adjusted his stance, and then began to fuck her in long, steady strokes that touched her g-spot with each movement.

Her breath left her.

Pleasure marched up and down her spine in a line of blazing heat, and every inch of her felt both too sensitive and not sensitive enough—her nipples brushed against the cool hardwood of the floor, and she whimpered at the feeling. The weight of Sesshomaru's hand at her neck became the only thing that was keeping her grounded in reality, and she was sure that if it wasn't for that hand, she would've happily lost herself to the sensation of his cock sliding along her walls, dragging fire and rapture in and out of her with every piston-like movement.

In the instant that she felt her orgasm rising up out of every cell in her body, she panted and writhed as much as she could, muttering, "Don't let me push you out, stay in me, come in me, please," unsure of whether Sesshomaru could hear her or even if she was speaking out loud—she couldn't make herself care, because if he just kept going, if he just reached around her and—

The thought evaporated before it could finish, and with the feeling of Sesshomaru's fingers against her swollen clit and the head of his cock sliding wetly over her sweet spot, she came with a wail, vaguely aware of the sound of her juices splattering all over the floor.

Sesshomaru growled above her, and with her orgasm still not over, Kagome could do nothing but stay conscious as he shoved back into her over and over, forcing her essence from her in short bursts while her legs—her entire body—shook and her mouth made noises that she couldn't control.

She felt it when he finally came in her, hot gushes of his seed against her walls, and the thought that he was coming in her forced another miniature orgasm out of her already wrung-out system.

When it was all over—or was it, Kagome couldn't really tell through the haze—Sesshomaru untied her hands and pulled her into his arms. If he thought anything of the way she lolled against him, or of the slightly goofy-feeling smile she flashed up at him, he choose not to say anything. Lethargic, Kagome managed to stay awake long enough to shower with him, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, she dozed off with a smile on her face.

With just enough spice, she thought lazily, vanilla can be nice.

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Author's Note: And there's that! I hope everyone enjoyed, and thanks for reading!

~Aubrey

p.s. – The Twelfth Concubine is going to be updated…eventually. While it isn't cooperating, I've been working on some other things, so you guys might want to be on the lookout for a new story or two over the next few weeks or so. Hopefully. *fingers crossed*