Wet Wings

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Kagome sat in her room, fuming. It didn’t look very lived in, and Kagome wondered how much time her alter ego spent here. So she was a schizophrenic now? She turned to the large oak framed mirror. She sure did land herself in a mess of trouble, it was so typical of her. The woman staring back at her was a foreign reflection, and she was tempted to break it. Kagome instead settled for tearing the ribbons from her hair. What was she, a doll? Her distaste in the clothes she adorned was next on her list to go. And what was with all the lace! She settled for tearing it free of the green kimono she wore. At least her claws were proving to be useful.

Kagome didn’t feel at ease in the room, as much as she had hoped she could find solace here. Hurriedly she left the room seeking out a training dojo. She would release the frustration with bit of archery practice. Her nose led her to the room that was heavily masked with blood and sweat, the smell turning her stomach. Stealing herself she pushed her way in, ignoring the other occupants in the room.

Kagome shivered, her wings moving to shield her from their curious gazes. How disgusting, she thought to herself, feeling like a piece of meat. She searched the racks of weapons, small hands selecting one that should be good for her new found demonic strength. Her lips curved into a smile at the thought of practicing on the arrogant Lord. Settling for the eight ringed target in his stead.

Skillful fingers strung the bow, and she slipped her body into perfect posture aiming, and firing. Kagome wondered at the lack of the pink power flow that normally would chase after the arrow, encasing it in purity. Rapidly she began to release the arrows, her speed much improved as a demon. Pushing against the fear in her heart she reached for another arrow, finding the satchel empty.

Why wasn’t she able to call forth her miko abilities? Kagome squeezed her eyes shut, searching for the power that had to be dormant inside her. Surely it was still there somewhere, just waiting for her to find it and call it forth.

Sesshoumaru traced her scent into the dojo, dismissing the demons that loitered staring hungrily at her. She had yet to notice him, unlike her counter self that always noticed. Content to watch her he silently leaned against the wall, amused. Her fingers bleed freely, the string of her bow snapping sharply with the release of the arrows. So she had discovering her loss of miko ability.

Kagome flung the bow to the ground, glaring at it angrily. She was wasting time. Maybe it was a demonic weapon, unable to channel miko power. Still she wasn’t put at ease, it didn’t explain the void she felt inside her being. Kagome turned to leave.

Sesshoumaru straightened as she noticed him and smirked. “Loose something, miko?”

Kagome noticed how empty the room had become, and nervously came to terms that it was just her and him. Unsettled she straightened her back, moving to exit the room without answering. She had not been raised in this time and she wouldn’t be bossed around by some medieval punk. Kagome found her root of escape blocked and looked up her bangs up at him, avoiding contact. “Move.”

Sesshoumaru remained where he was, raising an eyebrow contemptuously. “It would be smart to take a more friendly tone when talking to me miko.” He reached out, his fingers skimming the frayed ends of her kimono. “Alterations?” Honey eyes lingered on her shortened skirt hem. “Back to your old style I see.”

Kagome flushed and pushed her thighs closer together. “Such a long dress is unpractical.” Sweaty hair clung to the back of her neck and she distracted herself by pulling it free. Kagome did her best not to notice how his kimono spilled open in the front, or his absences of armor. She forced her heartbeat to slow, and again tried to slide past him.

Sesshoumaru let her get within arms reach and quickly had her held against the wall. “This Sesshoumaru has not dismissed you.” He brushed his hot lips against her throat, her heart beat pulsing irregularly beneath the gentle caress. Skillful fingers took advantage while the opportunity was still present, and loosened the hold of her obi. “You’ve ruined it.” He breathed into her ear, pulling the torn silk from her body.

The sound of his deepened voice tore her from her haze and she sought escape from his enclosed hold. “What are you doing?” Her mind was forming blanks.

Sesshoumaru slipped a arm around her waist, his other cupping her chin tilting her face upwards. “Those kimonos are very expensive, I’m taking compensation.” He slid a silk covered knee between her thighs, holding her more firmly.

Kagome pushed against his chest, her thoughts hazily realizing her disadvantage. He physically over powered her, seemed to know all to well about her body, and was drop dead sexy. But oh how she hated him. Kagome clung tightly to her hate for him even as he stole another moan from her lips. The coldness of the dojo floor stung her back to reality and she squeezed her legs shut, sneering at him. “That cheap silk isn’t worth the price of my flesh.” She threatened. “And a traitor like you isn’t worthy to touch it.”

Sesshoumaru chuckled into her neck, pulling the soft flesh between his sharp teeth roughly. He left the skin raw and red before he pulled back to look into her eyes. “Your equally as traitorous wench.” Lustful eyes raked over her body, admiring her flushed skin. “It also seems your body finds me more then worthy to touch it.”

Kagome stifled a gasp, biting her lower lip as his fingers found the nub she had tried to hide from him. “Mentally, I think you’re the worst.” She pushed the side of her face to the ground, welcoming its cool touch.

Sesshoumaru pulled his wet fingers away from her core, making a display of licking them clean. Once he had regained her attention he flashed her a wicked grin. “This Sesshoumaru is capable of quite a lot, miko.” He suggestively rubbed his hips against hers.

Kagome knew she had to do something to stop him before she got carried away herself. It was utter heaven to feel his hard length rubbing against her through his fine silk hakama’s, a delicious friction that made her yearn for more. She was reminded of his hate for his half brother and knew it was a risky move, but perhaps if she disgusted him enough he’d let her be. She allowed him to work her body, molding her beneath his clawed touch, and breathed out a name that stopped him in his tracks. “Inuyasha…”

Sesshoumaru pulled away from her glaring. “Wrong.” He averted his gentle caresses into a painful, bloody, claw digging hold. His eyes freezing over into a frosted gold. Suddenly he was pushing way from her, collecting his kimono tighter about his body. “This Sesshoumaru will not suffer that mutts name while its my touch that brings you pleasure.” Arrogantly he snubbed her, turning and leaving.

Kagome released the breath she had unknowingly been holding, and pulled herself from the ground, shivering. It seemed they both shared the same weakness. Pushing Inuyasha from her mind, she clothed herself and hurried from the dojo, seeking one of her famous bath rituals.

Sesshoumaru sat at his desk, the bottle of whiskey clenched in a haphazardly tight grip. She was playing with fire he thought as he knocked back a swift swig, hating the way it burnt at his throat. Disgusted he pushed it away, he always thought such things were a human weakness. Demons were above seeking something to influence their emotions, intoxication wouldn’t solve any of his problems. Sesshoumaru was in the process of shattering the glass bottle when he was overcome with a delicious idea. Smirking he went about setting his plan in motion. Fail or success, it would prove to be interesting.

Kagome soaked until the skin on her hands wrinkled into prunes, her feet she inspected in the same condition. Slowly she pulled herself from the warm waters, donning a yukata. At least baths still had that calming effect. She felt wonderful for the first time all day. She wouldn’t allow herself to sink into self pity for another moment. Determined she made her way back to her bedroom.

She hummed a tune from one of her favorite songs, sashaying her way into the room. Alone to dance the way she wished, she swung her hips hypnotically pulling free from the damp yukata. Kagome was surprised to find her voice now had melody and sung her song a little louder, proudly. Moved to watch herself in the mirror as she danced she slid her hands over the moist skin, touching herself intimately. Pleasure sept its way into her voice as she sung.

“Miko.” A voice announced itself, amused.

Noticing him in the mirror, she spun to see him sitting on her bed, apparently having been there the entire time. Horrified she dashed madly for her yukata, hastily pulling it closed about herself. “What are you doing in here?” She growled, embarrassed.

Sesshoumaru rose a eyebrow at her a small grin adorning his lips. “I brought tea, a peace offering.” His thoughts lingered on her seductive dancing, he had yet to see a woman move that way. Second thoughts introduced themselves to his memory, and he wondered about her. “Were you really not a whore?” He wondered remembering how short she had worn her skirt, and that dancing. He doubted he’d ever forget about that.

Ears burning she turned her heated blue eyes on him, pushing her chin up. “So what if I was?” She tested.

Sesshoumaru eyed her as he moved toward the table where the tea sat, waiting. “Come sit with me.” He ordered, pouring hers into a delicate cup.

Kagome fumed but did as he asked, seeking a distraction from her own embarrassment. She took the small cup, careful not to spill it as she took a small sip, her face contorting. It tasted awful. Kagome brushed the thought from her mind. Tea of this time period often did taste a little to bitter for her liking. She added a few more cubes of sugar and leaned back into her chair watching him. “So?” Her voice was haughty.

Sesshoumaru relaxed into his own chair, taking a small sip of his own tea. “This Sesshoumaru thinks it would be best to get along, miko.” His eyes glowed in the mid afternoon light. “It would be much more enjoyable.”

Kagome took another sip of her tea as to avoid answering him, delaying the last sip. The moment her empty cup was set onto the table he gracefully refilled it for her. Sighing she saw no way around but to answer. “I will try to get along with you Sesshoumaru.” She glanced away. “Maybe you would simply let me go?”

Sesshoumaru made a dismissive gesture. “You belong to me.”

Kagome gulped down another cup of the strange tea, it seemed to be growing on her, warming her. “Are you not afraid I’d try to escape?” She asked, feeling strangely brave.

Sesshoumaru chuckled refilling her cup. “This Sesshoumaru does not worry about such things. You would only return to me come night.”

Kagome was begging to get annoyed and held the cup tightly between her white knuckled fingers. “Is that so?” She pretended to be uninterested, but inwardly she wondered just how well trained she was at night. Kagome was overcome with self disgust. She probably worshiped the ground he walked on. No wonder he was so cocky.

Sesshoumaru watched her with hooded eyes. “Are you curious about how you are when the sun sets? The you that comes out at night to play?”

Kagome chocked on her sip of tea, staring at him gapingly. Did he really just say that? “Not particularly.” She lied.

Sesshoumaru wasn’t put off, and grinned. “What if I told you she loved those long elegant kimonos, wears her hair with ribbons, and…” He paused for dramatic effect. “Loves this Sesshoumaru.”

Kagome was stunned, and tried to hide her face in her tea cup. Stammering she regained composure. “Rule of probability… I guess there had to be someone out there that would love even you.” She paused. “Besides your mother.”

His laughter was deep and rich, mischief sparking in his golden eyes as he regarded her. “She is you, and you are her.”

Kagome put a cool hand to her hot forehead, leaning heavily on the table. She sure did feel a bit strange. “I am not her.” She was beginning to feel a sense of dajavu, it was like the whole Kikyo thing all over again, only worse then before. “I wouldn’t love you.” She missed the look that flickered in his eyes as she looked down into her tea cup.

Sesshoumaru noticed how empty her cup had become and refilled it for her. “No matter, it means nothing.”

Kagome looked at the cup with hesitation. “What kind of tea is this?” She felt slightly dizzy, a weird tingling sensation warming her limbs. Her hands slid to the front of her yukata loosening it to the heat.

“Just a few blends of herbs.” He took the cup from her hands, helping her to her feet. “Maybe you should lay down.” Sesshoumaru wondered if he had given her to much as he led the stumbling girl to the bed.

Kagome lost herself to the softness of the mattress, stretching out in a tangle of hair and blankets. She peeked at him as he stretched out near her. “Your not a very nice man are you Sesshoumaru?” She was starting to suspect he put something in her tea, loosing herself further and further as the minutes passed.

Sesshoumaru propped himself up on his elbow, regarding her. “No.” It was blatantly honest. He was indeed, not very nice.

Kagome fought the urge to giggle. What the hell did he put in her tea? “What was in the tea.” She managed with a straight face, feeling silly, and very hot. She pulled the ties lose on her yukata, freeing the binding fabric from her stifled skin.

Sesshoumaru let his eyes roam over her exposed flesh, brushing a damp lock free of her forehead. “Just a bit of whiskey.”

Kagome felt her face pinch sourly. She hated whiskey. “Gross.” She tried to pull free from the blankets wanting to busy herself with something. Gasping she lost balance toppling off the bed. She felt arms catch her, and was surprised to see Sesshoumaru had reacted quickly enough to save her from a nasty fall. “I don’t think I should thank you, this is all your fault.” She breathed, all of a sudden way to close to him.

Sesshoumaru put a finger to her lips, stopping the slurred words. “This Sesshoumaru wanted to hear you speak honestly.”

Kagome put her hands sloppily on his shoulders, leaning in close to his face. “Me? What about you?” She laughed.

Sesshoumaru smirked. “This Sesshoumaru has no need to be dishonest.”

Kagome did her best to sober up, pulling free from his hold. Sitting herself down Indian style she pointed a finger at him. “Well then, I think I have a few things I’d like to ask you.”

Eyes roamed over her long shapely legs, before flickering up to her face. “This Sesshoumaru will allow your questions.”

Kagome combed her hair behind her ears. “Tell me about your connections to Naraku.”

“Ah.” He sat himself up, his kimono spilling open in the front. “Well the hanyou is a annoyance, but he has proven himself useful to this Sesshoumaru.” His eyes darkened and he chuckled. “The more beings the hanyou kills, the more people that travel into the western lands seeking shelter and protection. Its great for the economy, the Western lands are growing more and more wealthy with every family the hanyou slaughters.”

Kagome stiffened stunned. “That’s very underhanded, those people believe you to be their Savior.”

Sesshoumaru idly held her gaze. “This Sesshoumaru is their savior, I protect the ones that survived. My lands are no place for the weaklings. Humans protect the weak, demons destroy the weak, it prevents the weak ones from reproducing.”

Kagome swallowed the lump in her throat, her mouth dry. “So is that why you destroyed my friends?”

Sesshoumaru raised a delicate eyebrow. “No, they were growing to powerful. Your friends began to pose a threat to this Sesshoumaru.” He grinned. “I do not invite threats into my home.” Reaching toward her he tapped her gently on the nose. “But you should be more honest, were they really your friends? You turned on them so easily.” He slyly held her gaze, searching.

Kagome stiffened offended. “Yes.” She loved them, she told herself.

Sesshoumaru sighed, the gesture strangely human coming from him. “You are not being honest with me.” He was quick to cut a sleeve from her yukata, much to her surprise.

Kagome gasped, her hand going to her nude arm. “Hey!” She glared at him.

Sesshoumaru tossed the sleeve to the ground. “I will take a article from you each time you dare to lie to me woman. Keep it up and soon you will be nude before me, lie again after that, this Sesshoumaru dares you.” He looked at her hungrily, his message clear.

Kagome swallowed the lump in her throat. “I loved them.” She dared him to tell her she didn’t.

Sesshoumaru tapped his clawed finger against the wooden frame of the bed. “Perhaps you did love them, but loving someone does not make them your friend. Did you really care for them?” He grinned. “You loved them, but you came to me over them because you yourself believed them to be weak. You had no faith they could obtain what they quested after without my aide. Friends trust one another, lovers only want and need.”

Kagome stiffened. “That’s not true. I-.” She gasped as another sleeve was torn free. “H-hey! What would you know anyway.” She snootily lifted her chin. “You’ve never had a friend have you Sesshoumaru.”

“No.” He regarded her silently for a moment. “I shall count my blessings, should I never end up with a friend like you.”

Kagome fought the hold the alcohol had on her trying to pin him with a hateful stare. “No, I make a much better lover don’t I?”

Sesshoumaru looked her over heatedly, his eyes hooded. “This Sesshoumaru would have to agree.”

Suddenly uncomfortable, the look in his eyes setting her off balance she turned to look away from him. “Maybe I took them for granted assuming they were my friends without truly meaning it.”

Sesshoumaru looked pleased. “That was obvious the moment you ran from them that day. You realized you held more value for your own life then theirs.”

Kagome felt the shame burn her already blushed cheeks and glanced at him. “I was a coward.”

Sesshoumaru gently caught her chin between his fingers. “I would have killed you that day had you not managed to flee. This Sesshoumaru is glad you escaped.”

Kagome felt her alcohol tainted body react at the contact and pulled her chin free. “What did you gain out of killing my companions.” She changed the word from friend, feeling unsure.

“This Sesshoumaru has already explained to you they were becoming a threat. That and did you really expect me to pass up a chance on the mutt?” He smirked.

Kagome felt a pang of pain at the mention of Inuyasha. He really had put her behind him. He would not be coming for her. That was just fine, she comforted her pained soul, she would put him behind her as well. The alcohol helped her push him from her mind, as she focused souly on Sesshoumaru. “I guess I did know.”

Sesshoumaru was surprised to hear her admit it. “Your finally admitting you picked this Sesshoumaru over the half-breed?”

Kagome gazed at him unsure what she was feeling inwardly. “Becoming a demon might of changed some of the ways I feel now.” She started out slowly. “But I feel what I had with Inuyasha was never enough..”

She tried to rationalize it in her mind. Now that it was over, she was coming to terms with what they had together. There was always a underlined fear that he was with her for all the wrong reasons. Was it because she looked so much like Kikyo? Or was it because she helped him find the jewel shards? Did she love him for the right reasons?

Anytime the questions had arose in the past she was quick to bury them, forgetting the occurrence. Now there was nothing to hold them back and they washed over her. The little things about him that had driven her crazy, she had always been able to outweigh them with the good, but no longer did she have to force those acknowledgments.

Lost to her reasoning’s she didn’t notice how closely Sesshoumaru was watching her. Her love for him just wasn’t strong enough to keep her from betraying him. The sting of remorse broke through and she sighed. “I wanted to love him more then I did.” She admitted. “I tried so hard to love him the way he deserved, maybe it wasn’t meant to be.” She looked up at him through her long lashes. “Your right, I chose you.”

Sesshoumaru pulled her closer, his claws holding her bare arms tightly. “Do you want this Sesshoumaru to tell you why?” He looked so sure of himself.

Kagome was unable to do more then nod at him, wanting to know. His willingness to accept her, not judge her, made her seek him. She wanted him to sooth the pain away, tell her she didn’t do anything wrong. There was no turning back, all there was now was Sesshoumaru.

Sesshoumaru parted open her yukata, his searching hands caressing her in a touch she so desperately needed. “You never wanted love Kagome.” He held her startled gaze in his own. “You sought power, you thought to find what you subconsciously craved in the half-breeds hands but it wasn’t enough.” He grinned. “I have the power you crave.” Sesshoumaru peeled away her yukata, leaving her nude before him. “What you crave is instinctual, you want to be dominated.” He had her beneath him, his eyes glowing with a fierceness utterly possessive. “You acknowledged this Sesshoumaru could do it better, and you switched sides.”

Kagome gasped, wanting to loose herself in the pleasure she knew he would bring. She would allow his words to be her liberator from the thoughts that plagued. Tentatively she reached a searching hand up, brushing cool fingers against the marks on his face. “It’s not the way that I want it, its just the way that I need it.” She confessed.

Sesshoumaru leaned into her his hot lips latching onto her throat, working magic on her flushed skin. He slid into her gently, teaching her of his body slowly. “Day after day, this Sesshoumaru will teach you.” He whispered into her ear.

Kagome pulled from his gentle caresses. She was sick of that romantic loving, she didn’t want to hear moans of proclaimed love in her ear as she sought what her body needed. With Sesshoumaru she knew she was free to be the horrible person she really was. She dug her claws into his shoulders, legs wrapping about his hips and pulling him roughly into her.

Sesshoumaru gave into her desire and plunged fully into her, holding her firmly beneath him. His grip on her wrists tightened and he pulled them above her head. Their only form of body contact the grip he held her down by, and the meeting of their hips.

Kagome was filled with a sense of completion. This was what she sought, the feeling of being dominated by someone of great strength and power. Inuyasha would of never dared to hurt her. She clenched her walls tightly around him, wanting to feel more of him as he moved within her. Kagome was quick to fall off the edge of sanity as she came, her body convulsing beneath him as he continued to move within her.

Sesshoumaru pulled himself free from her tangled limbs, casting her one last glance before leaving her where she slept. How easy she was to manipulate.

He still had work to do before the upcoming annual festivities took place the following week. Sesshoumaru would take great pride in escorting her. She was sure to be the envy of the ball. Sesshoumaru began to sort out the guest list, making sure to invite all the gossips. If word were to spread about his newest treasure it would be sure to gain him favorability. After all how many could claim to be in ownership of a immortal?

Kagome yawned, waking. She stretched her arms out searching for the warm body she was so used to waking up next to. Fingers met with cool empty sheets, and she pulled herself up, glancing around the foreign room. How strange, she thought as she pulled herself from the bed. Looking out the window she was shocked to see the sun had already set. Had she slept the entire day away?

Searching for something to wear, she caught sight of her newest green kimono. Picking it up from the floor gingerly she was shocked to see it in tatters, the beautiful exported lace shredded. Tossing it aside she quickly pulled on a blue silk kimono in its place. She would find Sesshoumaru, she felt the need to ask some questions.

Sesshoumaru looked up from his desk at the gentle knock on the heavy doors. “Enter.” He ordered her in, knowing who it was before she walked in. He watched her enter in amusement, her hair up done in ribbons, the ruined kimono in her hands. “Enjoy the rest?” He asked her.

Kagome blushed, embarrassed at having slept so late. “Its so strange Milord, I didn’t realize I was so tired the night before.” She suddenly remembered the kimono in her hands and held it up. “Someone snuck into my room and destroyed a kimono.” Kagome glanced at him. “Not only that, but someone has been going through my belongings.”

Sesshoumaru chuckled and gestured for her to take a seat. He went about explaining her situation, watching as her face contorted in shock. She seemed to handle it well, albeit some confusion.

Kagome once again looked down at the kimono, running a finger lovingly over the ruined fabric. “I did this?” She seemed horrified.

Sesshoumaru raised a eyebrow at her. “More or less, it seems you share different tastes.”

Kagome was appalled by how short the skirt was and refolded it. “I do not want anymore of my dress’s ruined.” A thought seemed to occur and she fixed him with a wondering stare. “Did you sleep with her?” She seemed vaguely jealous.

Sesshoumaru leaned back into his chair, regarding her. “Yes.” He would not lie.

Kagome nodded looking away, refusing to get jealous of herself. “So the me I am now, is not the real me?” She asked.

“You are you, that’s all there is to it. Do not worry about such simple matters.” Sesshoumaru made a effort to sooth her. “Besides this you, is much more agreeable.” He grinned suggestively.

Kagome allowed a small smile to grace her cheeks, and looked back at him pointedly. “Is that so?” Feeling more at ease she made her way over to her lord, suggestively loosening her obi. “Agreeable in what way?” She teased baring her body to his hungry eyes. Kagome gasped as he scattered the contents of his desk into a messy pile on the ground. She was unused to seeing him make such a display and complied to his urgency as he spread her out on top of the desk.

Just wana pump you guys up a bit for the next chapter, look fowards to lots of excitment in the ball to come! Its gona be loads of fun, so get your party hats ready -.-! heh...