Forbidden Love by BelovedStranger

Dark Desires

Prompt: 'Jack of all trades, master of none.'

Sesshomaru hunted his prey, scenting the air, and instantly caught the scent and strode forward with long, purposeful strides. Night had recently set, giving him new life. Eager anticipation thrummed through his veins, and he struggled to keep his steps unhurried and calm. If his heart was capable of beating, it’d be racing, matching his elevated mood. Much like when he stalked his next meal when he’d waited too long and was close to starvation, excitement filled him, but this time was different.

His fangs did not lengthen in preparation, he didn’t salivate from thirst, and his excitement derived not from the hunt but from…happiness. It came from just the thought of spending time with his ward.

They had a date.

Kagome had been staying with him for a month now, and lately she’d seemed discontent, but he didn’t know why. A sliver of melancholy had started to plague him of late as he wondered if she grew unhappy with him. He’d tried to bring up the topic, but always he’d grow tongue-tied and had no idea how to broach the subject. He wasn’t accustomed to catering to anyone’s whims. In fact, he wasn’t used to taking to people in general, even with his small staff—his friends.

But yesterday just before the sun rose, Kagome had surprised him and asked him if he’d like to go out with her, see a movie or something, anything. Had that been the reason behind her strange mood? Did she want more time with him? Just the thought of her yearning for his company, even platonically, had his blood boiling with excitement. However, again for the thousand time since she’d begun living with him, he silently chastised himself.

Even if he wasn’t a vampire or a distant relative, sex with him was not for sweet virgins like Kagome, for his desires were dark and twisted. He was incapable of gentle lovemaking. His libido was moved by more canal pleasures one such as her should never be introduced to—not a young girl barely a woman, untouched, and unschooled in pleasures of the flesh.

Pain mixed with pleasure, bondage and torment of the senses.

He’d not always had such carnal cravings, though he’d always wanted his partner to submit to him. He’d always been a dominant male, in and out of the bedroom. Though he shouldn’t think such bastardly thoughts, Kagome’s innate innocence made him want to bring her into the darkness and taint her with his dark desires. Not enough to corrupt her character but to glory in the darker side of passion—with him—and yet still remain pure at heart.

He was disgusting.

He desired her anyway, secretly.

Sesshomaru rounded a doorway and stopped without breeching the threshold of his morning room. If he’d been anyone else, the room would have been used to receive guests, and in the old days when he was born, drink tea and talk about inconsequential things. As it stood, he hardly ever frequented the lavish room. Even so, Michael’s wife always had every room clean and aired, hospitable.

And there she was.

Kagome sat on the small, white sofa several feet away. Though it was situated closer to the wall, capable of giving the occupant of the seat a clear view into the hallway from which he stood immobile, she did not notice him. Her nose was buried in a book, her long, dark hair obscuring her face as she bent her head towards the open pages. He couldn’t help but grin, flashing one fang as predatory instincts filled him.

Just to tease her, an unaccustomed playful mood taking over him, he stalked her. Keeping close to the wall, Sesshomaru glided around and behind Kagome soundlessly. The air around him didn’t even shift with his passing until finally, he stood behind her. Bending down, one hand on the back of the sofa well out of her sight, he was about to spook her, to see her reaction to his presence when the black, printed words caught his attention. Curious, he read a passage.

“Tell me you want this,” he growled at her, surging inside her before retreating to repeat the movement.

Small cries were escaping her parted lips but she was able to reply haltingly, “You…I want you…”

He watched as his cock was buried repeatedly inside her tight pussy, causing him to snarl in conquest. Suddenly, her walls tightened and clenched around him, and he groaned, almost going to his knees as she tightened further around him and climaxed on a silent scream.

He thrust through her spasms, refusing to reach oblivion himself just yet, and when she finally came down from her high, he removed his cock from her weeping core to pick her up and take her seat before arranging her on his lap so that her back was to his heaving chest. He thrust powerfully back inside her, moving her legs on either side of his knees to keep her spread wide for his invasion.

Sesshomaru blinked in surprise, growing stiff with the power of his need. What the hell was she…? Just then, the scent of Kagome’s arousal filtered to his flaring nostrils, and lust hit him in the gut, his erection instantly pushing against his jeans, paining him. Trying not to gain her notice just yet, he reached down, unsnapped his jeans and slid the zipper down, before reaching in and readjusting himself more comfortably in the confines of the black denim. Closing his jeans, Sesshomaru leaned back, face upturned to the ceiling as he fought to regain control over himself.

There was no way he could tell his groin to behave, but he fought to retract his fangs as the lust he felt had punched them through his gums, lengthening them to sharp daggers. Long minutes passed as he took control of his body’s desire, while the gentle flipping of pages reached his ears, and he knew that Kagome continued to read, unaware of his presence, making calming down difficult, damn near impossible. Her choice of reading material…

Fuck!

He had to stop her from making that mouthwatering scent!

Going back into the same hovering position he’d been, his eyes alight with a hint of the desperation he fought back, Sesshomaru tried to regain the light, teasing feelings from just a little while ago. He made sure not to look at the book just in case his control snapped while he moved his mouth close to Kagome’s left ear.

What came out of his mouth was not what he’d been going to say before. It border-lined crossing a line, but he uttered it anyway, and somehow, he was able to speak in a light, teasing manner, even though he was feeling anything but.

“So, this is what young women read now a days. Fascinating.”

A sharp intake of breath, then a high pitched shriek, and Kagome was off the sofa, standing before it with a hand to her ear, the one he’d whispered in. Her heart was pounding, and though her shocked face amused him greatly, he almost groaned when he noticed her pulse racing at the side of her throat.

Even more amusing was the bright flush that tinted her cheeks as she realized it was he who’d interrupted her and knew what she was reading. Too late, she tried to hide the book behind her back, but not before he glimpsed the cover. It was blood red and had a handsome man holding a beautiful woman closely. What’s more, the cover read ‘Dark Desires’.

“Sesshomaru! You almost scared me half to death,” reprimanded Kagome.

Nonchalantly, he moved around the sofa, his long fingers trailing across the backrest as he advanced on her.

“Am I interrupting your reading, Kagome?”

His continual teasing only flustered her further, and when she glared at him playfully, he chuckled.

“It’s rude to sneak up on people, you know.”

He continued towards her slowly. Kagome backed away and that only made him want to chase her. A dangerous game they were playing and she didn’t even realize it.

“I was not ‘sneaking’,” Sesshomaru replied, a half-lie. He hadn’t been at first. “Is it my fault you were too preoccupied with your…” his eyes heated, his grin turning wolfish as he continued to approach, backing Kagome up against the far wall, next to a large window. “…novel to notice my presence?”

The way he purposefully hesitated to say ‘novel’, emphasizing the word, she blushed harder, flattening her back against the wall the best she could with her hands behind her, still trying to hide the cover from him.

The atmosphere around them was too charged, filled with sexual heat—or at least on his part. But when he stopped just a few inches away, almost brushing up against her, Kagome had to tilt her head back to continue meeting his gaze, and there was something in her eyes he wouldn’t be able to mistake on any other female’s face.

Interest.

Surely he was mistaken? Though her arousal was thick in the air, he had not been the one to cause it, and for some idiotic reason, he was beginning to become jealous of a book. Ludicrous!

Still…

Sesshomaru placed his palm on the wall near Kagome’s head and leaned down until his face hovered over her own, sharing their breaths. He noted with predator eyes how her breathing quickened with his nearness, the dilated quality of her pupils. She was definitely reacting to him, and the eyes that watched him did not offer him the same fond regard he was accustomed to seeing, but a woman’s sexual interest.

Before he could find out if she was reacting to him alone and not because of her choice of reading material by doing something as foolish as kissing her full lips, she spoke, whispered to him.

“Sesshomaru..? W-what…are you doing?”

Reality came crashing back. His expression became shuttered, hiding his thoughts.

Instead of answering, he pushed away from her, and took a few steps back.

“Are you ready to leave?”

“Wha… Oh! Right. Our date. Yes, I’m ready.”

Sesshomaru tried not to take her wording in the literal sense to this age, that their date did not imply that they were a couple and about to go out as one. He was her benefactor and she his ward, nothing more, nothing less. It was best he remembered that important fact. As he turned away from her, leading Kagome through the house to his garage where he kept all his vehicles, he berated himself for his actions, for what he’d almost done—to his own flesh and blood.

He’d almost kissed her.

He gnashed his teeth together in frustration, his carefree mood shattered by unfulfilled lust.

He led her towards his black Viper, opened the passenger door for her, shut her inside with controlled strength, and walked around the front of the vehicle, before getting behind the wheel. Silence continued to reign as he drove. While Sesshomaru was accustomed to the lack of communicating, Kagome’s silence was troubling. Glancing at her more often than he should, trying and gauge her feelings, he couldn’t see her face. Her head was turned, gazing out of her window.

He’d planned to take her to a movie. She’d been talking about some new release that had just come out and was dying to see, then take her out to eat, but with her strange mood, he was instantly on edge. Needing to know why she acted so melancholically lately, Sesshomaru made a few turns, away from the city and towards open land so that they could be alone. When he parked, he placed a hand on her knee before he thought better of it.

“Kagome? What is troubling you?”

She turned to meet his stare, her embarrassment from before all but vanished. She didn’t ask why he’d stopped instead of taking her to the movie theater, her expression serious.

“Nothing really. It’s just…”

He gave her knee a small squeeze, then removed his hand before he was tempted to do more, touch higher.

“Tell me.”

Hesitating only for a moment, she blurted out, “I want to get a job.” Then she bit her bottom lip and watched him intently, as if she was trying to read his expression.

He gave nothing away, merely sat still and rigid in his seat. She wanted to…what?

“Say something,” she finally demanded when he remained silent.

Sesshomaru cleared his throat. “Is there a reason why you feel the need to seek employment?”

She made a sound as if the answer was obvious.

“I’m eighteen, Sesshomaru. People my age usually plan on going to college and—”

“College?” he interrupted. Kagome wanted to leave him, so soon?

She shook her head. “Not me. I mean, I already took college courses while at the orphanage, between my schoolwork. I’m a registered nurse’s aide, now.”

That was news to him. He narrowed his gaze on her, his fists going to the wheel and clenching, but not too hard, lest he crush the plastic.

“And I’m only learning this now? Why the big secret, Kagome? Why hide your…accomplishments from me?”

She blinked, her face scrunched up in confusion. “I wasn’t hiding anything.” Then she shrugged. “I just kinda forgot to mention it. What with the whole being kicked out of the place I called home for so many years and moving in with you, it completely skipped my mind. I forgot I hadn’t told you. I’m sorry.”

So, she’d been planning her future for the last two years—without his help. The thought displeased him even though he knew that was foolish. He should be proud that someone her age in this day and age would act so responsible, but he wasn’t. He finally had her in his home, and he wanted her to stay there. At least for a while longer—a lot longer, but never long enough, not like he desperately wanted.

“So, you are discontent in my home, our home?”

Kagome gazed at him in surprise, as if she hadn’t even thought of the manor as her home, too, and didn’t that set his teeth on edge even more. Sesshomaru released the wheel or break it.

“Of course not!” she denied with conviction, until she sat back, flushing and fidgeting. “Well, I like your home—”

“—Our,” he cut in.

Nodding as if to placate him—him!—she amended, “…our home, but I have very little to do!” She held up her hands helplessly. “I need to do something with all the spare time I have, and I like helping people.”

While he was being selfish, wanting her for himself, Kagome was thinking about others, and that chastised him like nothing else could, reminded him just how different they were, and not just by their species.

“And… I don’t want to keep accepting money from you.”

“What’s mine is yours,” he told her quickly, firmly.

“But, Sesshomaru…”

“If it’s money you need or anything you desire, I’ll get it for you.”

“That’s not the point, Sesshomaru. It’s your money. I can’t just keep expecting you to give it to me.”

His shaft thickened in seconds at her words. Oh, he wanted to give it to her, all right. His cock pulsed in silent reply, eager to be the ‘it’. He clenched his fists, trying to fight off his instant arousal. Now was not the time! It never would be. That sad truth cooled his ardor somewhat, but his erection remained.

He was such a bastard.

“I have plenty. I don’t mind supporting you.”

Didn’t she understand that?

“I know, and I thank you. It’s very kind of you, really.”

Now it was Kagome’s turn to place her hand on his knee. If he wasn’t already stiff—in more ways than one—from their conversation, her touch would have done the trick for him.

Kagome didn’t take her hand away. She didn’t seem to realize the affect she had on him—a blessing, he tried to tell himself without much success.

“But I want to earn it myself, to be somewhat independent.”

Again his cock twitched, signaling to be the ‘it’ that she should earn before giving ‘it’ to her.

Goddammit! Did she have to make innuendoes, even innocently? There was only so much he could take before he did something they’d both regret later.

Reacting quickly to get her to stop touching him and make her stop saying things that made him think about sex—with her—Sesshomaru nodded his head once, more of a jerk than anything.

Kagome smiled brightly at him, and before he knew what she was doing, she unbuckled her seatbelt and threw herself against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

While she was babbling about a job interview in a few days and that she’d be working the night shift if hired, Sesshomaru barely paid attention to her excited words. He was excited himself but not at the prospect of Kagome finding some independence with having a job. No, his whole focus was on the breasts that were plastered against his chest and warm breath on his neck and ear as she spoke.

The erection he’d been trying to ignore was made impossible with her pressed against him, and her neck… Too close! He could smell the blood pumping beneath her pale skin, and had to close his eyes against the sight of her pulse beating far too near to his lengthened fangs. Wanting just a little closer, just a bit, Sesshomaru tilted his head down and buried his nose against Kagome’s neck.

Just a taste… Just a small…tiny….taste…

Kagome went still and silent. Uncaring, he stroked his tongue across her pulse a second time. When she shifted, Sesshomaru wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her against him, his other hand pressed between her shoulder blades. His attentions were obvious. He was a man, she a woman, and he wanted her, but somehow Kagome misinterpreted the moment.

He would have found the situation amusing if his cock wasn’t throbbing, his body on fire, and fangs aching to be encased in warm flesh.

Kagome’s hand went to his hair and stroked the long mass.

“You don’t have to be worried for me, Sesshomaru. It’s just a night job. I’ll still be living with you. If you want me, that is.”

Jerking his head back, he gazed down at Kagome’s upturned face.

“I’ll always want you,” he rasped, his voice gone deeper with sexual tension, and before either of them was aware of his actions, he cupped the back of her skull, and crashed his lips against hers in a kiss that knew no gentleness but heat and desire. And with a whimper that only fueled his sick desire, Kagome submitted, kissing him back.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The passage in Kagome’s book is actually a passage from my own work. It’s from my lemon oneshot collection ‘A Smell So Sweet’, chapter four, titled ‘Dark Desire’. Why? Because I am recreating the vampire lemon into this story, with obvious changes to fit the slightly different plot. Which means, yes, there will be some D/s in future lemon in this story, BUT they will not be taken from the oneshots. I will be writing new lemons :)

Before I get PMs or reviews from readers wanting chapter stories for ALL of my lemon oneshots, I do not plan to make any other oneshots from ‘A Smell So Sweet’ into a chapter story. I’m sorry, but that is too much work for me.