Devotion that Withstands Time

Disclaimer- No, I don't own Inuyasha, but I do have a nice deck of cards and a few cels with his face on them.


Note- This story is AU, in which that Kagome never goes through the well when she's fifteen. Plus, a different ending occuring between Inuyasha and Kikyo. In present day, demons and humans live among each other more or less peacefully.

Note 2- Canon characters will be whored in usage like a pair of your favorite old jean shorts on a hot day. OC's will be used when there's no canon to fit that certain place.

Part One- Tell Me You Love Me One More Time.

Osaka, Japan. February, 23, 2000


You shiver with a short gasping breath, as skilled fingers move across your perspired skin, teasing and stroking the sensitive areas of your body. His rapid thrusts come to a pause when his seed spurts into your trembling body as you reaches your climax as well, moaning his name. His thrust slows down to dull beats, which soon comes to a stop, and moments later he slides his flaccid member out of you, and rolls onto his side panting.

…You sigh, very much satisfied with your recent height of love-making, you glance out the side of your eye at the man beside you, and you’re not too surprised to see the small, proud smirk on his face. Nor are you, when he notices your eyes raking across his perspiring body, and the smirk grows.

“See something you like?” He questions, as your eyes raise from his questionably limp member, over his the ridges of muscles of his abdomen and chest you suddenly had an itch to touch, and stilling on his face which held one of his patented sexy smirks.

You try your best to frown at the question, which you would have been a little irritated with if your recently pent up frustrations weren’t relieved. Instead, you fulfill your itch to touch and run your fingertips over the rough, lean terrain of his abdomen.

“I don’t know. But if you don’t learn anything better to say for pillow talk, I’m kicking you out, to look for better bed conversation.”

He snorts in amusement. “You can’t kick me out, who’d pay the rent?” You frown, ready to retort, but is quickly silenced by his lips pushing down eagerly on yours. Having forgotten his earlier comment on the rent you sigh, moaning softly, as he ravishes your mouth. Your hands trail up from groping around his chest and abdomen to wounding around his neck to pull him closer. The kiss ends abruptly and you make a displeased whimper and try to pull him back down for more, but are forced to stop when he removes your tugging hands from his neck.

“And besides,” He murmurs, shifting to hold your hands above your head. “We’re not through yet.” Pressing a kiss against your jaw line, he releases you and sits up, moving to rummage in the dresser drawer beside his side of the bed.

You look up questionably at him, leaning forwards and leaning on your elbows watching him poke around in the cluttered drawer. “What are you looking for?”

He glances back at you, smiling a bit. “You’ll see. Wait a minute.”

You frown, not liking the smile on his face, because under that smile hid a devious smirk you’d grown wise to. He looks up again, and catches the look on your face; he momentarily drops the smile, and smirks at you before turning back to the drawer snickering. Your frown deepens and just as you’re about to comment on his actions, the doorbell of their apartment chimes. You let out an agitated sigh at the second buzz, and get up to get your robe.

“I’ll get it. It’s probably Mrs. Morita again-“

“No, I’ll get it. Stay right where you are.” He cuts you off, pushing you back down on the bed, and reaching for his boxers. “It probably isn’t Old lady Morita, and I don’t want you to get into some long, deep conversation with the mail man and never come back.” He says, having put on his boxers and sweatpants while talking.

“If you really think I’d leave you to run off with the mail man in my bathrobe…” You trail off with slight irritation, and he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.

“I saw the looks you were giving each other when he handed over the mail Tuesday. Don’t try to deny it!” He says heading out of the room. You scoff, lying back on the bed, waiting for his return.

He pads barefoot down the hall, and into the living room, walking up to the door. He quickly unlocks it to gape in surprise at the woman before him. The woman smiles up at him nervously, adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder.

“Hello Inuyasha.” She greets him softly.

“Kagome…” He stumbles over her name still quite surprised at her appearance on his doorstep. “….Uh, come in, please.” He says, remembering the manners of a proper host, and stepping out of the way.

Her nervous smile relaxes a little at being invited inside his apartment; she steps inside and follows him to the couch.

“You want some tea? There’s some already made, it just needs to be reheated.” He offers.

“Please.” She replies, and he walks into the kitchen area of the apartment and heats up the tea.

She takes the time to look around, the room was nice sized, and quite orderly, unlike what she would have expected from the Inuyasha she once knew. She would have expected old pizza boxes, and discarded clothes littered around, not a scented candle sitting on the coffee table, or a striving plant set on the window sill. Before she could draw a conclusion, Inuyasha had already appeared in front of her with two steaming cups of tea. She takes her offered cup, with thanks and sips it slowly.

“So… What brings you here?”

“I remembered you told me to drop by whenever I could, and I had some free time… You don’t mind, do you? I hope I didn’t intrude.” She answers.

“No, not at all.”

You sigh irritably as another minute ticks away and your lover still hasn’t come back. You haul yourself from the bed and grab the nearest pair of clothes you could find that was, of course, decent enough, which ended up as your jeans, and his t-shirt he had left without. After stepping into your slippers, you venture out into the hallway to the living room, where you could hear your lover talking with an unfamiliar female voice.

As you round the corner of the room, you note you don’t have to guess who this person could be. From the small sound the bottom of your slipper made against the wood of the living room floor, his ear twitches and he looks up from the woman sitting before him to meet your eyes. You break eye contact feeling hurt, as his eyebrows rise in surprise, thinking he must have forgotten about you. Jumping to his feet, as Kagome turns to stare at the source of his surprise.

He quickly moves to your side and wraps an arm around your waist, and squeezing it gently. “Kagome… This is my wife ___. ___, this is Kagome Higureshi.” He introduces nervous undertones evident in his voice.

Kagome’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the introduction of spouse to the woman that Inuyasha seemed to be clutching on to by the waist, and if he let go, she’d run for the hills. She was the first to speak after the moment of silence.

“Nice to meet you...” Kagome says, standing up and walking over to the couple.

“Um, pleased to meet you too.” You reply, straining to smile back at the other woman.

Another pause of silence congests the earlier conversation and Inuyasha coughs lightly into his hand. “So…”

“I… Have to go do something in the back; it was nice meeting you, Kagome.” You say, pleased that your smile looked a little more real than strained this time.

“You too.”

You pry her husband’s fingers from your waist, before walking tensely back to their bedroom, and closing the door behind you with a soft thump.

“…I think I’ll have to be going.” Kagome says, glancing at the clock that hung on the wall nearby. “I have to be in Tokyo for my next shoot soon.”

He gives a small grunt of acknowledgement before walking her to the door, having been eyeing him and his wife’s bedroom door. Kagome pulls open the door slowly, starting to feel as nervous as she’d come in. No one had told her he had gotten married, not so soon, and now she had probably started an argument between him and his wife from being here.

“Inuyasha, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ She pauses mid-sentence when he pulls her into a tight hug.

“It’s alright.” He murmurs, loosening his hold on her slowly. “We’re fine. I’m glad you came.” He says holding her for a few more seconds before releasing her.

“Thank you… I’m glad I came, too.” She replies more than a little surprised at his behavior. “Well, I have to go… If you’re ever in Tokyo…”

He nods, smiling slightly, and waves as she exits the apartment, and bids her farewell. He closes and locks the door, not too comfortable with leaving the door unlocked yet and heads back to his bedroom. He twists the doorknob, checking to see if you had felt the need to lock him out. He sighs in relief when the door opens without him needing to search for the key or force it open.

He cautiously walks into the room and spots his wife curled up in bed, frowning as you play a game on your cell phone. “What are you pouting about?” He asks stripping down to his boxers, and getting under the covers next to you.

“I’m not pouting.” You grumble pouting as your fingers move over the buttons of your cell phone.

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He sighs irritably. “Is this about Kagome?” You pause from your game to look at him, and give him one of your best looks that you thought made it obvious about who your subject of displeasure was directed to.

“I’m not.” You reply, turning your attention back to the game.

“You are. We were just talking; it’s nothing to be jealous and pouting about.”

You make a small annoyed noise in the back of your throat as large, capital sized letters of “Game Over” flashes on the screen. “For the last time, I am not pouting. Nor am I jealous. And don’t lie and tell me you were just talking, because I know it wasn’t!”

“You’re pouting and jealous and it looks like someone stole your favorite piece of candy from you. And we were just talking! What else were we doing?!”

“Ugh! If you were just talking then why was it that it was so easy chatting with a woman you haven’t seen in four years and when you’re wife walks into the room you seem to have forgotten I was here altogether?!”

He sniggers. “You are jealous.”

“I am not jealous!” You yell, getting up the bed.

“I didn’t forget about you, you just slipped my mind because I was surprised she was here.” He says defending himself.

“Because you were happy to see her.” You points out.

“Yeah… I guess, and really surprised…”

“Why?”

“..Because I haven’t seen her in a long time… ___, where is this going?” He asks a little confused and irritated.

“You still have feelings for her. That’s the point.” You say grimly staring down at him, crossing your arms.

He stares at you blankly raising an eyebrow. “That’s stupid… If you want to make bad jokes like that, save it for the pillow talk when I’m not listening, come on.” He says, grabbing your arm and to pull you back down on the bed.

“I’m serious.” You say pulling your arm out of his grip.

“Me too, it really is stupid.” He says, reaching out to grab your again, but you step back avoiding him. He sighs in frustration. “Are you doubting the way I feel about you?”

You pause, having not expected the question. “I-no, I don’t believe you don’t still have feelings for her.”

He glares at you, moving off the bed to stand before you. “I said, are you doubting me?” He asks, practically growling the words.

“No! I-“

“You can be such a bitch when you want to, a jealous bitch.” He says glowering, as he walks forward, as you unconsciously retreats backwards, being cornered into the wall.

You gasp. “I am not being a bitch, you jackass!”

“Says the woman who accuses me still having feelings for a woman I haven’t seen in four years!”

“You were an emotional wreck from what I know, when she left you. What am I supposed to think?!” You yell in defense.

“You’re supposed to think I’ve gotten over it by now, because I married someone else, stupid! You!” He yells into your face, having walked you into the wall. “And you’re a jealous bitch almost every time I’m around another woman! What the fuck are you afraid of?! If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t be with you and I’d be with someone else I wanted! This has got to stop!”

You look away from his face, as tears well up in your eyes. You really were being stupid… “Inuyasha, I… I’m sorry…”

“I know…” He grunts tilting your chin up. “Just trust me… And stop doubting me, Kagome will always mean something to me, she’s sorta my friend…” He trails off remembering the hug they shared in the doorway, and frowns at the look he sees his wife giving him. “Don’t look at me like that! I love you, not her, isn’t it clear already?!” He says in frustration.

You smile indulgently at him, and wipes your tears away. “Yes, very. I love you, too… I won’t doubt you again.”

“Good, now let’s get these clothes off, and finish what we started I’d hate to have to force you to do anything against your will.” He says smirking, starting to lift the hem of your over-sized t-shirt over your midriff.

“And what if I don’t feel like taking off my clothes and finishing anymore?” You ask smiling, grabbing his hands, before he could lift the shirt over your breasts. “And what if I already finished by myself, Mr. Chit-chat?”

“Then we start over, Mrs. Onesome. You pout about me, and you’re in here cheating on me, with your own two fingers.”

“Well they do it better than you, you know why? They don’t make me lay and wait, cold and naked for more than ten minutes, because they’re attached to my hand, Mr. Every Other 20 Minutes or an Hour Tops Man!” You say, wiggling your fingers in front of his face.

He grabs your hand, eyebrow twitching as he squeezes it. “It’s not every other hour! We just get interrupted don’t blame me for that! And what exactly are you trying to say? I’m bad or something?!”

You look away mock despairingly, acting as if your husband had long lost a limb and you was just letting go of your denial of it. “I’m sorry, darling, but if the shoe fits…” You say wistfully, tilting your head backwards and showing off your smooth neck.

He growls, you were mocking him and he knew it. He reaches down and rips your shirt from over your body, ignoring your surprised yelp as he attacks your breasts with his teeth and mouth, pressing you against the wall.

“Inuyasha!” You gasp, squirming, as he yanks down your pants and growling against the valley of your breasts, feeling that you’d gone without panties. You moan as his hands gropes at your womanhood and he seemed quite determined to leave a couple marks on your chest. “Inuyasha…Calm down, I was just teasing you…Ah!” You gasp as his finger slides into your waiting entrance.

“Shut up.” He snaps, admiring the saliva-coated marks he put on your chests. You gasp when he adds a third finger with the two, working in and out of you vigorously. “Since I’m so terrible, I’ll have you begging and screaming so loud to wake the deaf dead, or in their case, our neighbors.” He says, sliding his fingers out of you.

You make a displeased noise in the back of your throat at the departure of his fingers, and gasps in surprise when his hand slaps against your thigh none too gently. He gives you a reprimanding look and shifts to kneeling before you and pushes your legs apart. He kisses and bites the inside of your thigh, and licks away the dripping juices from your entrance, while teasing your nub. You moan, waiting for him to take you with his tongue, but still isn’t fulfilled when he moves away to kiss and nip at your hip.

You make another displeased noise and receive a harder whap across your thigh. “Don’t make me get out a belt.” He warns, stroking the stinging mark while nibbling on your thigh. You moan not expecting a pain to feel so good when he stroked it. He shifts once more, hooking your leg over his arm and standing up, causing you to loose what little balance you had, and lean against the wall, and wrapping your arms around his neck, fisting them into his hair.

The tip of his cock slides back and forth over your glistening entrance becoming smeared with his precum. You attempt to push yourself onto him, but is held back by the hands on your hip and leg. You hold back the whine in your throat, as his tip continues to tease your sensitive nub. You grip his hair tightly in your hands, moaning softly as he tip delves in slightly, before pulling out and teasing the rim.

He sniggers softly in her ear, as he continues his teasing. “You’ve been a bitch today, ___, and I found that very… Unsatisfactory, in fact it pissed me off, and I think you should be punished. You think so too, don’t you?” He murmurs jerking your head back by your hair, opening and pressing his lips against your neck. “Don’t you?”

“Yes...” You whisper, gasping, feeling even more roused at his rough treatment.

“Bitches beg for what they want.” He smirks tracing his fingers up and the down your thigh, purposely pressing his claws to your skin. “And we both know how much you like being a bitch. Beg for it.”

“Please…” You whisper. “Punish me...”

He grips your thigh tightly and digs his claws into your skin. “What?”

You gasp. “Please… Ah! Punish me, please..! Please...”

The grip on your thigh eases, and his fingers stroke over the fresh crescent, red marks left behind. The hand that had fisted your hair wandered away, to squeeze and feel your bottom and probe the entrance of your backside. “You don’t sound like you really want it.” He murmurs heatedly. “Are you sure you really want it, bitch?”

“Yes, yes! Please, Inuyasha! I want it, please! Punish me, Inuyasha! Punish me! Punish-! “ Your words were cut off, when you was suddenly pulled, and pushed into a new position, finding your front pressed against the wall, and his dick pressing against the seam of your backside.

A moment later, he shoves himself inside of you grunting and you throw your head back and scream. In a collage of pain and pleasure, you moaned and gasped with his every thrust, for him to go harder. His hand reaches around, crawling over your skin to squeeze and fondle your breasts. The other found its way back to your neglected front entry, and thrusts his fingers into your wet passage, pumping in and out frantically, catching up with the pace already set.

You scream in pure bliss at the frenzied thrusts, as he moans and growls against your neck, sucking and biting at your skin. Two extra fingers were added to the pair, pounding into you with the power only a supersonic jet could rival.

Your hands groped at the wall at your sides, digging and scratching into the paint as he fervently fucks you from behind. Like an addict lusting after a remedy, all you could do was want more and more. To beg him to go harder. To revel in the way his front pressed against your back. And to love the way his cock slammed into your body, the way he fit inside of you, and the way his balls smacked against your ass cheeks with every thrust.

That’s when he pounded into your g-spot with all the heavenly wicked force of a god striking wrath and punishment down onto a displeasing village. Your eyes rolled back into your head, as drool ran over your lips, and her mouth opened in a soundless moan.

“…asha..”

It was awesome… It felt purely amazing. How he could do… What he could do to you. You gasped, and screamed and moaned for more. It was heaven, him fucking you like this, taking you until your voice was hoarse and sore from screaming, and then some. It was your crisp, fresh air to a drowning man, and life support to the comatose. Here so close to him you were safe, secure from the dramas of life, in your lover’s arms. That’s right, your lover, your Inuyasha. So unbelievably sexy, so hot, so fucking good, and sexy Inuyasha fucking you so good and hard, so good… And you hadn’t passed out yet... So hot.. So hard… Ahh, Inuyasha!

“Inuyasha!!!”

With a loud throaty scream, you released spilling over his fingers, and from the tightening of your soft, hot inner walls squeezing his fingers and his cock; he came, shooting seed into your wavering body.

…. You slumped forward against the wall, before being pulled back against your lover, picked up, and carried sluggishly to their bed. He lays, partially drops you on the bed, and rolls over you to his own side.

A few minutes later, he pulls the covers over them, and finds you curling up against his chest; he smirks and wraps an arm around you, and pulls you closer.

“Bad?” He questions quietly.

Moving closer to press your head against his neck, you sigh, making yourself more comfortable. “Wicked, dreadfully awful, I’m afraid… Sorry, baby… Truth hurts.”

“Yeah” His smirk widens, as he closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of his wife. “It’s painful.”

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‘Does happy go lucky dance’ One of the longest, best lemons I’ve ever written, thank you very much. And really I’m happy that this part didn’t end up as just one big lemon… God forbid Inuyasha found what he was looking for in the drawer. Before I wrote this, I was meaning to bring Kagome in later, like in the next chapter, but this chapter would have been a lot shorter without Kagome’s interference, thus making it one big sex scene, from the bed, to the wall, to the bed, to the floor, etc…

And, honestly, I have nothing against Kagome, I think her character’s awesome, ok that was a lie, but more or less I have nothing against her, I will not bash her, I will not make her a mean bitch and I will not make her a hobo selling drugs on the street while she tries to get over Inuyasha. Though, there’s a chance she will probably appear into future parts again…