bad boy

Disclaimer: I do not own “Inuyasha” but I can sure as Hel write naughty stories and make them do wicked things. There is some citrus in this chapter so beware. (wiggles eyebrows). Thanks for reading and reviewing!


bad boy

by kittie le sabre

Part Five


Kagome did not know what Inuyasha intended. She was terrified after discovering at lunch that the Taisho men were domineering and ruthless bastards. All she could do now was stand in the middle of the restroom facing the urinals. It only served to further remind her of her situation. Outside, the day was drab and bleak with very little light pouring into the boys’ room. If she were lucky it would rain and he would call this fiasco under the bleachers off.

Inuyasha was still pacing back and forth, muttering curses under his breath. It took her a moment to realize that he was asking her something, or rather telling her. She slowly turned to face him, her mind seeping with dread.

“You thought I didn’t see you earlier with your friends, huh? Thought I didn’t notice you holding onto “Mr. Perfect’s” hand for dear life, huh?”

His “questions” snapped her out of her thoughts. Now he was standing directly in front of her, with his golden eyes boring into her.

Had she zoned out that much that she didn’t hear, see or feel him move? No one could be that fast could they?

“Unbutton your shirt, bitch.”

The order was so unexpected that she merely stood there speechless, staring at him. She wished she could stall for time.

Today he was wearing skintight black leather jeans, a red/black leather and mesh shirt and biker boots. He’d taken off his heavy red leather motorcycle jacket and hung it up on a nearby hook. His long silver hair was tied back away from his striking face. The tags hung around his neck and shifted with each movement. Spiked wristbands decorated both wrists and a studded leather and chain belt was around his waist.

For several moments, Kagome merely stood there and stared at him. He’d be gorgeous and incredibly sexy if he weren’t such an asshole. She started; completely amazed that she was having such thoughts at this moment.

Before she could blink, he moved even faster than before to stand in front of her, his warm breath fanning across her face. His hand came up to clasp her chin, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes.

‘No normal person can move that fast’, Kagome silently ascertained, terrified at unraveling the mystery. But she had to know if she were losing her mind or not.

“H—h-how? W-w-what are y-you?” She nearly choked on her fear it was so thick. His eyes bore into hers.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” The words were rapped out as he totally disregarded her question and terror.

Inuyasha stepped away from her and folded his arms, leaning back against a nearby wall to observe her. Now she thought he was some kind of freak? He mentally “feh’d” pissed off. It wouldn’t be the first time. Better get a firmer grip on himself though, even if the sexy bitch made it difficult for him. This wasn’t just about him. There was no way at this point of the game he was going to reveal his secrets or those of the school.

Kagome could not stop trembling but she moved to obey him. She fumbled with the buttons on her shirt.

“Hurry it up, bitch!”

The gruffness in his voice became raspier and she swallowed hard. Her fingers felt numb as she reached up to unbutton her pristine white Karl Lagerfield Chanel blouse. It was one of her favorites and she knew he would rip it off her if she did not comply. His body language and voice had alerted her to the fact.

“Don’t make me wait. And take off the bra, too.”

Kagome fought back the rush of embarrassment and struggled to keep the tears from escaping from her eyes. She unbuttoned the last button and quickly removed the blouse, placing it carefully on top of her yellow bag. He observed her every movement from his vigil against the wall. But what was worse was the increased wetness she felt seeping from her heated slit. Her thighs were getting covered with the proof that she was more than a little turned on by this. Was she sick in the head?

Not to mention, he was not normal, possibly not human…

No, she didn’t want to think about what she THOUGHT she saw. Maybe she was too upset and believed she saw him move faster than lightening. It was easier to concentrate on carrying out his orders.

Inuyasha watched her as she reached up to unfasten the bra. The clasp was in front. It was a satin and lace thing that barely covered her pale, full breasts. He inhaled sharply, smelling her arousal, which increased his own. If he was honest, he’d have to admit that he wanted her despite her disrespect the other day. Despite the fact he had secrets about who he was and what the school was hiding from the “normal” students. There were two “worlds” that existed in the school. Kagome and her group belonged to one, and he and the so-called “clubs” belonged to the other.

Yet that did not keep him from wanting her. Perhaps he’d coveted her all along and had been looking for an excuse to take what he wanted.

He pushed up and away from the wall, walking over and picking her shirt up off the floor where she had placed it on top of her book bag. Then he moved back a bit and stopped a small distance away from her, watching her.

Kagome stared off into the distance, beyond his left shoulder. She kept her hands busy while she studied the cracks in the tile wall. The warm, muted light gleamed on the pristine whiteness but the clouds from the sky started blocking the soft rays of the sun.

The bra parted, revealing more and more of the swell of her creamy rounded flesh. Her skin flushed a tinted rose color as he watched her. His mouth watered. Strawberries and cream. He stopped breathing when the bra came completely off falling to the floor from her nerveless fingers. His head felt light as all the blood seemed to rush to his cock.

Her nipples were pert, a dusky rose color that deepened as he stared at her. Inuyasha wasn’t certain if it was the cool air circulating through the john or fear because the peaks grew darker and hardened before his very eyes. The scent of her arousal grew muskier and he could see the liquid on her bare thighs.

Damn.

How long could he hold the fuck out? The girl didn’t realize what she had.

“Kagome…come here.”

She wasn’t sure if her legs would work properly but she managed to stagger over to him. He calmly helped her put the blouse back on muttering, “Leave it open.” She moved away from him and he allowed it. Her breasts bounced, framed by the unbuttoned white blouse, unhindered and open to the air and his feral amber gaze.

“I didn’t tell you to move away from me. COME. HERE. NOW.” He did not raise his voice but the force of his will dissolved her defiance.

Her knees felt as if they were turning to jelly. Could she make it? And what then? Would he hurt her? She had no choice, and her feet began moving towards him.


Kagome staggered to a halt before him. She wanted so desperately to cover herself. But she knew better. When she looked into his eyes, they appeared to be tinged with red. There was something suddenly unearthly about him. She shuddered. Was he a monster? Perhaps a youkai?

Where had she heard that word before? Then a small memory was triggered.

Kaede had often told her many stories about the youkai and about the mikos and other individuals who had fought them in the past. Maybe that explained his aggression and his beauty. If she was drawn to him, what did that make her? She kept asking herself this but now it meant something more.

“Kagome,” he hissed her name and before she could react, he grabbed her by the upper arms and yanked her towards him until her bare breasts were pressed firmly into the hardness of his chest and the cool leather. The friction caused her to moan aloud from the sensations.

Before she could sort through the rush of desire, his lips covered her own in an assertive but gentle caress. The satiny warmth of his mouth touched hers with extraordinary skill and she quivered, pressing herself up closer to him, as her breasts rubbed across his chest. Her hands rested awkwardly on his shoulders.

Inuyasha groaned and his hands edged upward to stroke the bare sides of her waist, marveling at the silken feel of her flesh. His thumbs slid underneath the curve of her weighty breasts as he kissed her, not parting her lips to plunge inside but merely running his tongue over them as if he wanted to sample her flavor. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage and she could barely catch her breath as the last remnants of her fear fled.

His fingers lightly squeezed her softness, but he did not once touch the rigid nubbins that stabbed at him. With his heightened senses, he could feel her through the leather. He moved back and forth, exciting the turgid buds more. Inuyasha leaned away from her a bit, breaking the contact so he could have better access. Now his hands and fingers circled around and around her nipples. He continued his assault on her mouth, and then finally, he pushed her lips apart with his own and then dove inside of her mouth, inhaling sharply as he savored the nectarine sweetness of her that had a touch of mint. Her hands lifted up from his shoulders and she linked her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her and he was shocked by her aggression and thrilled. At this point, Inuyasha was so hard that his cock strained against the confines of his leather pants. He gently retreated from her mouth, trying to slow down because he KNEW that his eyes were totally red now and he did not want her to see it.

He began distracting her by kissing her temple, jaw, then further down the side to her slender neck, breathing in her soft scent and pacing himself. His hands moved away from her breasts and she uttered a sound of disappointment.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured, “I have something else for you. Soon.”

Kagome was restless with desire. She pressed herself against him and pushed her bare groin down until she was straddling his thigh. His hands came up to cup her bare ass underneath the short skirt as her breast pushed into him. She started grinding on him and the juices wet his leather pants. His erection throbbed harder as she discovered the thick wide iron bar underneath the soft leather and ran the sodden crease of her exposed heat over it.

“Kagome,” he gasped, and it was torture to pull back away but they had to stop. “Don’t you want your gift?”

“Inu…Yasha,” Kagome cried out, her mind ablaze with passion. “Please…”

What was she pleading for? He had already pulled away from her and was walking over to his jacket which was hanging on a hook. Her legs and body were quivering so much she almost fell. How could he just leave her like this?

When he turned back towards her, something glowed in his hand but she could not see what it was.

“Kagome,” he called to her, his golden eyes hot and molten as liquid honey.

She forced herself to go to him. It was what he wanted. It was what she wanted.

When she was standing within the circle of his arms again, he rewarded her with a soft fleeting kiss on her slightly swollen pink lips. His hands stroked up her waist as if to calm her although it was still arousing.

Then he moved upwards, higher towards her nipples. At first she did not feel his hands, just the heat from them since his fingers were barely touching her virgin nipples which were so stiff they almost hurt. His touch was delicate at first and she felt her thighs tense when he finally touched the aureoles and then the hard peaks. Then he leaned down and used his mouth and tongue. He laved and nipped and she felt something sharp and curved slide over her nipple. Her hands grabbed his head, reveling in the softness of his silver hair as it slid across her bare skin.

Time passed then froze as he alternated between his lips, tongue, teeth and hands. Every so often he would pull away from her and tweak her nipples with his fingers, giving them a light tug that triggered a jolt of pleasure through her crotch. The tugs became a tad harder, fueling her body with a mixture of pain/pleasure, until he was actually pinching her nipples. They were so erect and gorged with blood and heat that she felt weakness all over her body and could not stand up. That was when she realized that he’d been holding her up effortlessly the entire time, controlling the entire scenario.

He was muttering things in her ear with his raspy voice as he worked her nipples. Dirty words, hot words, yes even sometimes hoarse endearments to her surprise, and searing, coarse naughty words.


Sometimes he would bite her and that’s when she noticed his fangs. And faint markings along his cheeks bones that she knew were NOT makeup. She wanted to pull away and touch him but her will succumbed to everything he did to her, smothering her curiosity and apprehension.


The more he mastered her body with pleasure and pain, the better she could see and perceive what he was, like a stream of consciousness had opened up for her. In knowing him she understood herself better and why up until now she was so very bored with her life. Why she had gone looking in her subconscious, for a bad boy, a possible youkai. Hojo would NEVER do this, say these things, or make her feel this way.

Hojo was a good, kind, loving and perfect human boy. He was not this.

Her mind was swirling with the scent of Inuyasha, a mixture of leather, tangy clean male sweat and a woodsy musk that brought to mind the outdoors. Sure he wore mild expensive cologne and his hair was perfumed by shampoo but underneath it all she could smell him.

“Kagome,” he murmured her name against her skin, his warm breath fanned out across her aching nipples as she arched against him.

Inuyasha pulled away and studied her, lifting her from the floor and gradually edging them over to the wall to brace against it, his fingertips still working the taut buttons. Her eyes were closed and he enjoyed staring at the rosy dark color of her nipples and the marks from his hands and mouth on her once pristine skin.

Kagome felt the coolness of the lavatory wall through her heated shirt. Inuyasha faced her and closed her in with his body.

He tweaked her left nipple, holding it firmly, as he leaned forward to kiss her breast, mingling, controlling, the pleasure and pain. He eased up on the pressure of his fingers long enough to whisper, “Your present, Kagome.”

Her eyes popped opened as she felt the bite of cool metal on her skin. The nipple clamp locked firmly in place, closing over her. She flinched from the cold but the pain incited her as she felt him almost lovingly caress the underside of her breast as if to reward and soothe her. He lowered his head to lick and nibble the second breast and the nipple with the clamp throbbed and her thighs became slicker with her juices. Inuyasha placed the other clamp in place and let his free hand wander downward to move under her skirt. He stroked her bare cheeks, letting his fingers “accidentally” graze her wetness and she shuddered while he closed the second clamp over her right nipple.

That was when the tightness pounded in her lower belly and her insides curled with fire. His arms snaked up around her waist as he held her in place. “Oh, you hot little bitch!” he exclaimed grinding against her core and seizing her mouth in a sumptuous kiss until they both came, violently and hard.


Outside, in the hallway Goshinki stood against the lockers watching the bathroom door. His keen senses were flooded with sights, sounds and scents. He used his gifts to “see” inside of the boys’ restroom. The smile that etched his face was hideous. After several moments, he moved away from the door before Inuyasha could detect him.

He began to filter the information through his mind, wondering what would be the best course of action to take and how much to tell Naraku.

A/N: Love all of you guys for reviewing!! Sorry for not replying directly this time but it was hell trying to get into the site to update! Hope this lemon says thanxxx to everyone for their reading and reviewing-

Oh yeah...John Stuart Mill said to the effect in "Defense of Poetry" that unlike poetry, fiction writing attmepts to mirror, or reflect and capture reality in some way or to the letter. That may explain certain aspects of this story. The situations are a mixture of my life and other folks I've known or been involved with. Art is is Life after all.