Duty Calls by Sesshy's Rose

Duty Calls

I do not own Inuyasha...that would be Rumiko Takahashi...

A.N.: Here's a little lemony one-shot to hopefully brighten your day a little! Tell me what you think! 

The tears ran down her face in endless rivulets, staining her cheeks black as the mascara ran, but this was the last thing on her mind. She clutched the crumpled paper tightly between her fingers in a grip not even death would be able to ease.

She was numb, and it hurt so much. She stared through her blurred vision at the phone...knew she had to tell her family, but the strength she was known for was gone...even the strongest has their weaknesses.

She rested her head wearily on the pillow, caring not how she had made her way to the bed. She buried her nose in the pillow and inhaled the scent that was his, bringing on a new batch of tears. Rolling into a ball, she choked back a screaming sob...she wanted to tear out her hair, destroy all that was around her. She wanted the pain to stop...the tears to dry. She wanted it all back to normal, but she knew the wish was in vain.

She sighed; visibly shaking from the exertion all her tears had wrought. She closed her eyes, knowing sleep would not come...instead envisioning his face. Those long white tresses loose around his chiseled face, the pale hue bringing out the truly stunning amber of his eyes. "Sesshou..." she whispered to herself.

"Koi." She smiled as strong, masculine hands wrapped themselves protectively around her petite waist, clasping the fingers of his right hand with that of her own. She shivered at the feel of warm breath whispering across her exposed neck before soft lips found their way to the mark on her neck.

******LEMON STARTS HERE*****

Turning her head slightly, she caught his bright golden eyes with her own cerulean pair and felt her stomach coil pleasurably in response before their lips locked. She allowed his tongue full reign of her mouth, expecting the same of him. She ran her long, wet appendage over the tips of his fangs lastly, pulling away only to breath. Without her noticing, he had shifted atop her, resting his weight on his left elbow as his kisses ran down her neck.

Her breathing quickened as she felt a clawed hand slide under her shirt, slowly inching its way up her stomach, tracing pictures gently on her stomach with a tip of a claw on the way up. She adjusted her body accordingly as he slipped her bra down, not even taking the time to unlatch the thing at the moment, innocently grinding up against his arousal as she shifted. He grunted, grinding back with equal fervor, wanting her to know exactly what she did to him...how crazy and out of control her body made him.

He smirked at the gasp that broke from her lips as he ran the pad of his thumb over the now exposed nipple of her right breast. Unable to resist, he drew his mouth once more to hers, in no hurry, ravishing, once more, the dark cavern of her mouth.

He drank in her gasps as he kneaded each mound in turn, loving how she arched her back, begging for more. He moaned as one of her hands found its way into his hair, thoughtlessly threading each of her fingers deep into the silky curls. It was a matter of seconds before her other hand found its way across the hard plains of his muscled chest.

Divesting her of the shirt, he stared down at her pale skin, intent on lavishing every inch of it with kisses. His tongue ran around the pebbled tips of each breast, his body shaking with amused laughter as the grip on his hair forced him closer, begging him to take more of her.

The smell of her arousal strong within the air, he ran his tongue across the rise and fall of her chest...the wet trail ending where her skirt began. It was only a matter of mere seconds before the material found its way on the floor across the room, the man's cargos suffering the same fate not long after, followed by a silken thong and a pair of boxers.

Resting his nose within the dark curls of her sex, the man inhaled the aroma he was so addicted to. Spreading her legs, he prodded her clit with his tongue watching as she bucked up in his face, begging insistently for more as she moaned out his name no louder than a whisper. He gently kissed the pouting lips before dipping his tongue in for a sample of his favorite treat. "Of this, I will never get tired." His deep, seductive voice said from his spot between her legs as she writhed under the pleasurable torture he was putting her through. His tongue slipping in and out of her tight hole, lapping up her juices as they overflowed from her cunt. He stopped as the tell-tale signs of her climax began to show, quickly making his way back up her body and latching his wet mouth over her's, his face still wet with her juices.

She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. She felt his hardened dick as it rubbed against her inner thigh suggestively and ground into it, hoping to alleviate some of the pent up stress the delayed climax was now causing her.

Unable to wait any longer, she reached between then and grabbed his throbbing member, giving it a loving caress as she stared into his eyes, desperation clear on her face and in her voice. "I need you in me, now." She demanded as she swept a finger over his weeping tip, causing the man atop her to thrust sharply into her hand, a tight hiss escaping his clasped lips as if the action pained him.

He spoke not a word as he buried himself in her heat, groaning as her muscles shifted and squeezed his dick, eliciting a pleasure he could only enjoy with her. Momentarily waiting while she adjusted to his size, he began rhythmic thrusts, watching as he slowly slid in and out of his lover, her juices sliding down her thighs. Legs circles around his waist, pulling him closer as her arms wrapped around his neck bringing their bruised lips to a joining.

"Please...Sesshou...faster." She panted as they broke to breath before once more latching on to each other's mouths. Increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts, Kagome found herself riding on a wave of passion, white light taking over the span of her vision as she climaxed, only to ride yet another wave at the sensation of her husband emptying his seed into her awaiting womb.

They lay there panting, unable to speak, Sesshoumaru still immersed in Kagome's heat. After an interlude of silence, Sesshoumaru tilted Kagome's chin, staring her in the eyes, his emotions sparkling in his eyes.

He was in pain. "Kagome." The tortured gasp seemed torn and broken, and she wanted to stop him from saying whatever was to come from his mouth next. "I must leave you now, but know you will never be alone."

Kagome felt like the world was fogging over as everything began to fade. "No." she said, fighting the nostalgic feeling she suddenly had.

She felt his calloused finger trace her lips lovingly, longingly, again. "I love you, koi."

*****END OF LEMON*****

Kagome jolted up in bed, staring at her surroundings when it all crashed down on her. It had been a dream, all of it.

She stared at the crumpled paper in her hand and opened to read its tearstained contents once more.

Dear Mrs. Taisho,

By the time you receive this letter, you will already know of her husband's valor in battle. We are sorry to inform you that you husband, Sesshoumaru Taisho, was caught in the line of fire and passed at 11:43 on July 12th, 2007, just days before you will unfortunately receive this letter. You have our deepest condolences. Your husband was a brave man; not many gave up what he did to serve for his country. We will do anything in our power to ease your pain over the passage of your loved one.

Deepest Condolences,

1st Lieutenant Brungardt

She crumpled the paper once more in her hand, laid her head on the comforter, and cried. Unable to shed tears of his own, helpless and unseen to his wife, he watched...

Author's Note: This oneshot is just to show you I'm still out here, even if I haven't updated in a while. I thought this idea was so sad. Such an abrupt death, he wishes to share one more moment with his loved one before he can no loner reach her...so he watches over her instead...I hope the ending was unexpected. Did anyone get the dual meaning of the title? It refers back to his military duties as well as his duties as a husband. Well, hope you enjoyed this! I know I liked writing it. It's only my second lemon, so don't be to harsh, but I would like some feedback if you would please review! Thanks!