Bound by Corruption by BelovedStranger

Sense of Betrayal

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another chapter for your delight ^^ I hope you all are enjoying this dark fic, because I know I'm enjoying writting it! I want to thank my beta, Stella Mira, for her wonderful edits, for helping me, and being oh so prompt expecially when I have been procrastinating to get this chapter updated.

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Prompt: 'The knife cuts both ways.'

Kagome was falling, screaming as her hair whipped around her face as she plummeted towards the ground. Her hands were reaching towards the sky in helpless entreaty for something to grab onto to save her from death, but all she could grasp was air.

A voice echoing in her mind, whispering the name of the one who was both her salvation and tormentor. 

Sesshomaru.

I am here, aijin.

Something collided with her right side. Arms wrapped around her back and under her legs, holding her tightly to a muscular frame, and Kagome clung to her savior with arms wound tightly around his neck, her face buried against his neck, his familiar scent invading her senses.

His feet landed gently on the ground, barely jostling her as the air around them settled.

Her mind whispered his name once more in thankfulness and something more.

She felt him lean down to nuzzle her head with his own, his nose against her temple.

You’re safe. I would never allow any harm to come to you.

You can hear me? Kagome asked silently in wonder.

Your thoughts called to me, and I but answer.

Kagome opened her eyes, her head on his shoulder, as their eyes met from inches away. Golden eyes regarded her with the softest expression she had ever seen him gift her with. There was the familiar intense attraction mirrored in his amber depths, but it was different. What that difference was, she could not accurately name, but she reacted to it, felt herself relax and soften towards him.

How can that be? she inquired, referring to their mind exchange. 

We are connected, you and I, bonded together closer than any conventional ties.

Why did the thought of being connected to this man thrill her to her very core? Why did she suddenly yearn for his touch, to have a physical representation of the connection he spoke of?

You saved me again, Sesshomaru. You’re always saving me. At this moment in time, she didn’t think how strange it was to be conversing mind to mind, sharing each other’s thoughts. It seemed right. The intimacy around them heightened because of it.

At her words, he lowered his head towards her, and she responded instantly, eagerly accepting his advance without hesitation. As his lips settled over hers, she forgot about the stench of death, the dead bandits, and Onigumo. Kagome even forgot about the blood splatter on Sesshomaru’s face, the night and shadows from the surrounding trees an impenetrable darkness to her ningen eyes. Only his glowing amber eyes were visible to her gaze, until even they were extinguished when she closed her eyes when their lips met.

Sesshomaru tightened his arms around the willing onna, need tightening his body to unbearable levels. This ningen baffled him. One moment, she looked upon him with reproach for his actions, and the next, she wanted him, her eyes clear of any ill thoughts, and instead, reflecting acceptance and sexual desire.

Would he ever understand her? Her emotions were erratic, jumping from one to another in an instant without any warning. He saw clearly when revulsion had been overcome by desire. He thought, perhaps, she might be mentally deranged. Right now, it didn’t matter. The scent of spilt blood and Kagome’s desire intoxicated him, the feel of her in his arms, wanting him, while surrounded by her slain enemies, made his blood boil with pent up sexual need.

He could take her. She was obviously willing, clinging to him while he devoured her mouth. But he wanted more. He had not forgotten about their surroundings, was sure that she had not either. Taking her to the ground and sating his lust with her willing body wasn’t enough for him. He wanted, needed, to see her eyes light up with satisfaction, had to hear her words of praise for his help in exacting her revenge.

He shuddered with the strength of his desire when he remembered the look in her eyes after he had killed the murdering rapist hours ago. Though horror had been clear to see, a glimmer of satisfaction over the ningen filth’s death had lurked in her brown depths.

He wanted to see that look now, wanted to lay her compliant body on the bloody ground and see full awareness of where they were and what he had done for her in her eyes, yet still wanting him deep inside her.  

It never occurred to him that Kagome was not aroused by the knowledge that he had killed her enemies for her, but had forgotten everything but him, wanted only him, saw only him.

Sesshomaru broke away from her tempting mouth and gazed deeply into her eyes, his heart accelerating in anticipation for what he would see in her chocolate gaze. When she opened them, meeting his watchful stare, he witnessed how desire darkened her eyes nearly black, but it wasn’t enough.

Using the intimate link to speak directly to her mind, he whispered seductively, You want me, here, now, don’t you, aijin?

Kagome couldn’t understand why Sesshomaru had broken the kiss. Didn’t he understand her body was alive with sensation? She wanted him. She didn’t want him to stop. Ever since she had first met him, he had awakened a lust so strong she could think of nothing else, like now.

Please, Sesshomaru...

She tried to bring him back down to her mouth by burying her fingers in his hair and tugging his head down, but he didn’t budge and she moaned in denial of his restraint.

She heard him chuckle at her impatience.

Never before had she responded so strongly to him, believing her desire was aroused by the destruction around them. His cock thickened at the thought.

Tell me how it feels to taste the sweet nectar of revenge. It’s invigorating, satisfying, isn’t it, to know that the ones who have so wronged you are gone from this world. Can you smell it? Sesshomaru inhaled deeply. Does the heady perfume of blood arouse your baser passions, aijin? Come, let us rejoice in your vengeance.

Kagome lay frozen in his arms as he placed her upon the ground, bent over her, encouraged her to lay flat on her back while he hovered over her. His finger lifted to her lips, rubbing the digit over her plump, bottom lip. She felt something cool and slick slide over her kiss swollen mouth.

Taste your revenge.

He pushed his finger between her lips, the tip of his finger on her tongue, and she tasted iron. Her mind jumped to their first kiss, recognizing the flavor. Their blood exchange. Following that thought was an image of Sesshomaru’s hand emerging from a man’s back, black blood staining his claws. Another image of him emerged, walking towards her while she sat perched in a tree, his face splattered with black spots.

Unconsciously, her left hand lifted, her fingers brushing over his left cheek, feeling his warm skin, but also something slick, sticky. She could barely see his face in the darkness, but she knew what it was. Blood.

The taste of iron on her tongue, his whispered words replaying in her mind. “Taste your revenge.”

A wordless scream built in her mind, knowledge of what he was forcing her to lick, memory of the carnage that had just taken place hitting her mind as if she had truly hit the ground from her fall instead of being saved by Sesshomaru, the man she had mistaken for her savior. He was anything but.

Sesshomaru winced in surprise when a high pitched scream lanced through his mind, paining him with its intensity. He recoiled slightly under the onslaught, unable to hear himself think. Surprise caught him unaware, so he hardly reacted when the onna beneath him started to struggle beneath him, striking him with her fists, kicking out at him, spitting out his finger.

He had just opened his eyes to stare down at her panicked, angry, face, when he felt fierce pain against his chest. He growled when he realized that her hand had went inside his clothing to touch his bare chest and that she was burning him with her reiki.

He was about to retaliate when he felt both of her hands push against his chest, and her powers intensified, pink lightning sparking fiercely between them, before he was blasted off her, flown back and through the air by an explosion of pure energy. 

His flesh burned from her purifying powers as he flipped in mid-flight, easily taking control of his body as he landed smoothly on his feet. He snarled, both from pent up desire and anger, baring his fangs.

Smoke was emanating from him, the scent of burned flesh raising to his nose, and with eyes unaffected by the darkness, he saw two small hand prints burned into his chest.

Kagome was surprised by her flash of spiritual powers, but more so by actually repelling Sesshomaru from her person, but other emotions quickly overcame her shock.

She had been livid to realize that once again Sesshomaru had only desired her, not for herself, but because of bloodlust, and she had been revolted to learn that he had thought her capable of being aroused by the blood on his hands.

Blood.

Kagome’s shivered, grimacing in remembrance at the taste of copper in her mouth. Then knowledge of whose blood it had been had her throat constricting, warning her seconds before she turned on her hands and knees and vomited.

All the while her stomach heaved painfully, her mind cried out at the betrayal she felt towards the Inugami. How could he? Though she knew her feelings were irrational, but despite her best efforts, she found she still cared more than she should about Sesshomaru, cared far too much about his opinion of her. Why did he think so little of her? Was it merely because she was human? A miko?

However, the most predominant thought was that, in her mind, he had betrayed her. And she hated him.

Sesshomaru had taken a step towards the miko, unsure if he meant to strike her for attacking him, or continuing where they had left off, but he was halted in his step when he saw her vomiting. Unblinking, red eyes gazed at her heaving back as he breathed heavily, finally regaining control of himself after one last, deep exhale, and he blinked his eyes, the red receding back to his natural amber hue.

His passions once more banked, he walked sedately over to the trembling onna when her violent hurls had ceased. He would check on her wellbeing, then they had unfinished business with their friend, Onigumo. As he approached, he had yet to realize that the knife cut both ways, that his need to teach her the pleasures of revenge had just backfired on him.