Passion is Heat

Hello and welcome to my first completed adult fanfic! It is a bit short since I wrote it in my car…while driving. Always best ideas in the car!! Anyway, this goes off of my theory that Inuyasha and Sango have some pent up lust for each other going on, even if they don’t romantically love each other (and I have episodes to back me up!! Anyway, please read and review if you like, but most important, please do enjoy!

-Faustus
Ps. I have had a few requests for additional chapters. I planned to create this with two others a while ago, but during the semester I have very little time to devote to personal writing. So unless my muse decides to kick it into full gear again, I will probably not have them done until Summer break. And, don't kill me but, one of those chapters will probably be Sango and Miroku, just for conflict....


Passion is Heat


Sango felt her face warm and redden with anger. Her hand was ready on the leather strap of her hiraikotsu, the muscles in her arms itching to be called into action. She could feel her eye twitching and in her mind, she could hear a little voice trying to soothe her, telling her to be patient.

“Oh Master Miroku! I would be more than happy to bear your child!” the girl cried with tears of joy welling in her eyes as she gripped the monk’s hand.

With a nervous laugh, it was fairly obvious that Miroku had not intended for this to happen, after all he had not seen the girl in over two years. He had figured if he didn’t remember her, the same would have been applied to him. Was he really so unforgettable? He could feel the fire of four pairs of eyes boring their way into the back of his head. Oh dear, not again.

“Miroku,” Sango started, her teeth clenched and eyes narrow, “care to explain, or would we rather not hear for the sake of your reputation?” Her hand tightened around the buckskin band while her head throbbed with hateful, malicious thoughts. Every single town…

Miroku continued to merely laugh it off, waving his hand in the air comically as if batting at a fly. “The past is the past, right?”

The girl looked around Miroku, as if just noticing the other travelers she had greeted less than a few minutes ago. “Oh master Miroku! Are these your pupils? My! A demon? And what strange clothing! The one girl is wearing little at all while the other is dressed like a man. How very bizarre!”

The red in Sango’s faced turned from anger to rage and embarrassment as she looked up at the girl. She was so young and pretty…and feminine. Sango blinked away the growing moisture in her eyes as she glowered at the monk and turned to head back to the forest they had just recently arrived from.

“I need to blow off steam. Don’t bother coming after me, I will be back when I am finished.” She closed her eyes and began sprinting to the trees, only followed by the small beige cat demon and a glistening trail of tears left hanging in the air.

“Well, Miroku’s at it again.” Shippou broke the silence as they all stood and stared after Sango. “When will he ever learn?”

“I guess he is still just not used to having someone to love him all the time like Sango. Poor Sango. I hope she will be okay.” Kagome looked between the empty space where her friend had recently been and back to the spot of the distraught monk, still unsure how to shake the young girl from his hand without hurting her feelings or forfeiting his chance of food and a place to stay tonight.

“I don’t know why all you guys are all crying after ‘Poor Sango.’” Inuyasha stretched his arms behind his head. They had all seen this many times before, each time with the same outcome. “Hell, she chooses to put up with it herself. She should know the routine by now.”

“Inuyasha!”

“What? He goes after every girl he sees, she cries or beats him over the head, and we all get on with our lives. How many times do we have to go through this?”

“Oh I know why Inuyasha is taking Miroku’s side.” Shippou had the sly look of one who was about to say something with terrible consequence. “He decided that he can relate to Miroku ‘cause he runs after Kikyo anytime she is around.”

“THE HELL DID YOU SAY?” Inuyasha plucked the young fox demon off the ground like an acorn, landing his fist soundly on Shippou’s head. “Don’t talk about what you don’t know, you twerp!”

“Inuyasha!” Kagome, her hands on her hips and her face distorted with irritation, yelled straight into his face, “Leave him alone! Don’t make me say it!”

“Feh! Don’t waste your breath. Blowing off some steam sounds like a good plan right now. Don’t wait for me!”

In a flash of red and white, Inuyasha left them behind, following the same dirt trail that still had dust kicked up from Sango’s footfalls, leaving behind and annoyed priestess, a barely injured fox demon, and a scared girl cowering behind concerned monk.

***

“Hiraikotsu!”

A flash of brown and beige tore through the trees, sending bark and leaves in a whirl of confusion, unsure of the way to the ground. Sango darted through the foliage, her arm outstretched and ready for the recoil of the boomerang’s return. Sweaty and panting, she leaned over placing her hands on her knees for support. Damn him! Every time. He makes me feel so…so…The crack of a stick behind he caused her to leap, ready for an attack or an unwanted advance from an apologetic monk.

Inuyasha stood between two great trees, his knees bent as though he had just dropped down from the above limbs.

“Ya wanna stop flinging that thing around for a minute. You could hurt something besides old branches ya know.”

Wiping the sweat from her forehead on her arm, Sango glared at the half demon. “I thought I told you I didn’t want anyone following me.” She turned as if to find another spot in the forest in which she wouldn’t be bothered.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I didn’t come out here for you. Just that getting a breather sounded good, that’s all.” He crossed his arms and arrogantly turned his face to the sky, the way he did whenever he got fussy.

Sango stopped and stared at the ground. That usually meant that Inuyasha needed some time away from Kagome. It was odd, but she sometimes envied their spats. At least it showed that they cared about each other. She crooked her torso around, looking back at him in a mixture of pity and relief that she wasn’t alone in the woods anymore.

“Hey, you want to spar? Aiming at stationary targets is hardly efficient practice.”

***

“I’m not going to go easy on you, ya know!” Inuyasha yelled from his side of the clearing, Tetsusaiga drawn and ready.

“Same goes for you!” Sango retorted through the dense undergrowth, her right hand firm around the strap of her hiraikotsu and her left palm ready on her sword, just in case.

“Go!”

Like the debris of an explosion, both warriors began weaving through the underbrush, watching their surroundings for any sign of an attack. Inuyasha leapt into the trees for the height advantage and Sango heard the rustle of leaves from somewhere above.

“Ya know Sango, you could save yourself a lot of trouble and just dump the monk.” Inuyasha balanced his way across the branches, trying not the trigger her sensitive ears by brushing leaves.

Sango’s face began to redden again in frustration, her grip tightening on both her hiraikotsu and her sword. “What does it matter to you Inuyasha? It’s none of your business!” With a twist of her arm, she trust her boomerang into the trees above her, listening to the destruction it caused to the limbs as it glided away and back to her. No sign she had hit her target.

Behind her the sound of bare feet padded to the ground. The instant her hiraikotsu returned, she retaliated against the sound, anger guiding her aim. A flash of light and a cry of “Windscar!” sent the massive bone somewhere into the undergrowth. Before she had anytime to retrieve it, the sound of footfalls made there way in from her left.

Inuyasha loped at her with full force, his Tetsusaiga at his side, blunt side out, just incase. When she came into view, he made a heavy slash towards her shoulder but with a streak of silver, Sango was prepared to block off the attack, pushing on the dull side of her Katana to keep the bone sword in check.

“Your not bad.” Inuyasha huffed as he pushed the sword towards her, hoping to score a hit. “It’s a shame you don’t fight like this against Naraku, then we might actually beat him. But you always have to start wimping out whenever Kohaku shows up.”

With a growl, Sango pushed against the Tetsusaiga with all her might, causing Inuyasha to take a jump back. She bared her teeth at him like a wild cat and began slashing at him with her katana.

“I start wimping out?” she snarled. “And when have you ever made a real effort against Kikyo, huh? She always sends you flat on your FACE!”

She made a final angry swing at Inuyasha, but he reacted in both force and rage, bone hitting metal and sending the katana flying. Without thinking, Inuyasha pulled the sword above his head to make an infuriated blow on Sango. Her right arm flew above her head in a protective reaction, the stealth blade tearing through her sleeve. Tetsusaiga crashed against the steel and Sango used all the force and speed she could muster to push against the flat side of the sword, sending it to the ground. The blade on her arm retracted as she drew her fist back to send it into Inuyasha cheek, but a clawed hand caught it inches away from its mark. Before she could do the same with the other, the half demon made a forceful grab at her wrist.

The two stood in the wood, teeth bared, eyes narrowed, panting as the wrath they had accumulated expelled through their deep breathes. They snarled at each other, enraged by what the other had the gall to say. As they stared into each other’s fire-lit eyes, the resentment began to reside. New thoughts filled their heads.

Have Inuyasha’s eyes always been that shade of amber? Has Sango always looked so fierce and powerful? How did I never notice how soft his skin looked before? Did her hands always feel this smooth?

The anger had left their faces, but in its place lingered a look of confusion and curiosity. They could feel each other’s warm breath on their features.

Neither knew who acted first, but suddenly they could feel the other’s lips against their own. Soft, warm, tender. Their eyelids had closed without their knowing and the rest of their bodies had betrayed them. Thought was sporadic; emotions were flooding in with no definite boundary between each. Anger melted into wonder, then passion and desire.

This feeling had familiar basis in Sango’s mind. The dizziness, the blurriness, the uncertainty. That time they had gone to Mount Kasumi to find sake; she had this feeling then too. What was this? Was it love? No, lust, desire. This was forbidden territory for a demon slayer. Sleeping with the enemy. It was dangerous and exciting.

How had he not noticed Sango before? He couldn’t seem to remember what had been holding him back. She was so strong, so ferocious, ad yet so beautiful. Something about her called out to his demon side, something animal.

They had lost themselves in their kiss. Their minds fluttered in and out of the present. Inuyasha let loose Sango’s hands, placing his own on her shoulders, sliding them down her toned arms. One had found its way to her waist, pulling her closer to him, deepening their kiss, making it more open and fierce.

His other hand made its way up to her neck, but had brushed Sango’s breast on its way. She let out a gasping moan into his mouth, her hands balling themselves in his coat. The noise caused warmth to flood through his body. He could feel a pulsating and a boiling begin. Such a little noise with such a significant reaction. He wanted to hear more, wanted to feel more. Every one of his actions driven in their entirety by want.

Sango found herself pulling apart the opening to Inuyasha’s coat. Did he always wear so many layers? She could feel the warmth of his skin and resisted every urge to claw apart the fabric to get to it.

Their lips parted and they stared at each other, each wanting more. Sango chewed on her bottom lip as she watched Inuyasha’s mouth take in air as if in slow motion. Why had they never done this before? She couldn’t remember. Right now it was just she and Inuyasha, the rest of the world had lost its importance.

Both breathed slowly and quietly. Sango began to roll away the remainder of Inuyasha’s coat and untucked the white undershirt, pulling it over his head. He was so thin and yet so strong. Demon blood is truly a potent thing. She couldn’t resist gliding her hands across his chest, watching as her hand slid across his warm skin.

Inuyasha felt himself grow aroused. Her sight, her smell, her touch, it all begged him to give in to his yearnings. He undid the collar of her slayers outfit, pulling the fabric down to her waist, watching as her breasts bounced, as though celebrating their new freedom. Between his tepid fingers, he rolled the pert nipples, aching for the soft moan again. Sango obliged with a breathy whimper, as though not in control of her own self. With each rasping breath, he became more excited and would not be able to control himself much longer.

Sango ran her hands down Inuyasha’s thighs, the feeling of the fabric not as enjoyable as the velvet of his skin. She ran her hand up to the waistline, brushing over the bulge that had grown from both of their lusts. She began to stroke it between her fingers through the fabric and Inuyasha breath skipped. A tingling sensation began make its way under her skin. She wanted him now.

Pulling down his thick, robed pants, Sango saw his erection jerk, as if begging for her attention. She kneeled down on the forest floor, stroking him with her fisted hand while licking the tip slowly. Inuyasha’s legs wrenched as the new sensation filled him, his hands combing through her russet hair as he gasped for air, a response that encouraged Sango to continue her work. She switched off the placement of her hands and tongue, licking the shaft whilst stroking the head as she rotated her wrist.

A growl came from deep inside Inuyasha. Something he once feared was beginning to take control and there was no way to stop it now. He seized Sango’s shoulders, stopping her subtle licking and kneeled on the ground before her. Forcing his lips upon her own, they were again caught up in their own passions as he slid his hands down her figure and unknotted her belt. When the bottom half of her outfit had come loose, Inuyasha slithered his hand down her stomach, soon reaching her moist warmth. Sango gasped against his kiss, which succeed in only provoking him more.

Testing her opening with his clawed finger, he flicked at her lips with his nail. Sango tried to pull away from surprise, but Inuyasha’s hand on her back kept her close and her moans were swallowed. His slowly slid his finger into the opening, gliding easily through her wetness. She was so warm, and his erection was becoming very chilled in the forest air.

Sango lay down on her back, the grass tickling and pricking at her bare skin. Above her she could feel the heat of his body as she felt him positioning himself between her legs. Her heart began to pound with anticipation and apprehension as the hard member glided against her leg and to her opening. She held her breath as her fingers dug into his back. A slow thrust penetrated her and she nearly screamed, biting her lip in order not the shout out. Her nails dug into the hot skin of Inuyasha’s back as he gave one more thrust and her body was over come with a pain she had never know before. She gave out a high squeal until the pain subsided.

Inuyasha watched her eyes as he broke her virginity. She was so warm and felt so good and yet he was causing her so much pain. It was easy to forget how fragile she could be. Blood began to furl from where she bit her lip and he leaned down to suck it away. He felt the moisture from her tears against his face. He couldn’t stop now; they had already come this far. His eyes glistened as he lifted his head to look into Sango’s face. Her nails were no longer embedded in his back and she gave him a weak nod and smile.

Slowly he began thrusting into her warmth, her tight passage contracting around his every move. She had never known such pleasure. Every muscle in her body was trembling with bliss. With every thrust she let out an ecstatic moan, hearing her echoes ricocheted off of the trees. Amidst the echo she could hear a voice in her head, shouting something, screaming with all its might, but she couldn’t make it out over the pounding of her heart and the sound of their harsh breaths.

Inuyasha’s pace had quickened, he could feel himself about to explode. He tried desperately to contain himself, but time and pleasure was against him. Every noise she made, every thrust, all of the warmth. He would not be able to contain himself.

Overcome with this new feeling, Sango pulled against Inuyasha’s skin to bring him closer. She felt as though all of her body was seconds away from bursting into flame. Each thrust, each pulse was bringing her closer and closer to that fire until she let out an echoing gasp and the flame consumed her, leaving her body tingling and her insides aching.

With her release, Inuyasha could control himself no longer. Snarling, he bit down into the nape of Sango’s neck, creating a cry from her and a groan of liberation from him. Both panting heavily, Inuyasha sat up, putting his weight against the trunk of a tree, pulling Sango into his lap and licking at the spot on the bottom of her neck where he had drawn blood. The pair gasped heavily as sweat from their bare bodies mixed together and they fell asleep in each other’s arms on the cold forest floor.

***

Miroku sat propped against the wall of the old farmer’s house, staring out the open window. It had become dark long ago and neither Sango nor Inuyasha had returned. Nervously, he pondered the possibilities of their disappearance. Inuyasha could most likely take care of himself, not to mention that he was probably just sleeping in a tree somewhere, but Sango? Was she really so mad at him to not return all night? She had none of her sleeping supplies with her. Had she been attacked? Hurt? Could Inuyasha smell her from wherever he was to know if she was in danger?

Next to the fire pit, Kagome rolled over on her mat while Shippou lay dreaming next to her. Where they not worried about their other party members not returning? Were they so confident that they would be unhurt and come back?

Maybe I really messed up this time. Miroku clutched his staff against his heart as he continued to watch out the dark window for any sign of Sango.

***

Morning wake up came to Inuyasha in the form of a small cat demon licking his hand.

“Stop that Kirara! What’s wrong with you?”

Inuyasha leaned forward to nudge the cat away from his hand when he felt something heavy against his chest. Something heavy and warm. Looking down, Inuyasha saw a cascade of raven hair against his chest and a familiar smell wafted to his nose.

“S-Sango?”

Blinking her eyes groggily, Sango slowly woke up. For some reason, half of her felt cold while the other half felt warm. When she tried to shift her position, her body was overcome with ache. She gritted her teeth against the pain and attempted to sit up, until she realized that the side of her that was warm also had a familiar feeling. She blinked through dark hair to see a flow of white hair intermingling with her own and honey yellow eyes watching her with alarm and panic.

“I-Inuyasha?!?”

***

“I’m going to look for them. Something’s wrong, they should have been back by now. What if Sango is hurt? It would be my fault and I would never be able to forgive myself!”

Miroku had had his fill of pacing and waiting around for Sango and Inuyasha to come back. They would never stay away like this and cause everyone else to worry.

“I’m going with you! This is my fault too, if I hadn’t yelled at Inuyasha…” Kagome’s voice trailed off into a melancholy murmur as she stared at the ground, feeling just as guilty as Miroku if their friends had been put into harm’s way because of her.

Miroku simply nodded his head in affirmation to Kagome. “Shippou, you stay here in case they come back while we are gone.”

The young fox saluted the monk as acknowledgement to his command. While he wasn’t so worried about Inuyasha, Sango was merely human. Plus, the woods could be scary at night.

“Alright, we’re off. Apologize to the villagers for our absence, but this is currently a more dyer situation. We should be back before nightfall.”

Miroku signaled for Kagome to follow him when they heard a familiar growl sound from not far down the path. The three eagerly turned towards the sound to Kirara with Sango on her back and Inuyasha running up the trail to the village.

“Sango!”

“Inuyasha!”

Kagome, Shippou and Miroku rushed down the path to greet their companions remorsefully, none noticing the odd silence between the two previously missing members.

The two came up the path in the hush of the condemned. The smiling face of their loved ones sent pain through their hearts. The whole trip back they had traveled slowly, refusing to make even the slightest glance at the other.

“Inuyasha! What makes you think you can run off like that? Don’t you know we were worried about you? You’re all dirty from sleeping out there, you know. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Thoughts were swept around by the torrent in Inuyasha’s mind, drowning out the noise of the interrogations thrown at him from Kagome and Shippou. What did I do? Why? He tried to think back, but all he could remember was a loss of control. What had happened? Consumption. He had worked hard to gain Kagome’s trust, why would he throw that away? He could still smell her on his skin. Would Kagome? The others? His mind grew tired with thought. Just do what we agreed on, okay. Pretend this never happened.

“Sango! I am very sorry. I didn’t mean to drive you off again. Why are you riding Kirara? Are you hurt? Is that blood on your neck?”

The last comment about Sango’s injuries had caught everyone’s attention, including Inuyasha’s. Sango felt the sore area around the base of her neck. It was still tender and it caused her to blush furiously.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Sleeping on the ground, you know.”

Pain encased every muscle of her body, reminding her of what she kept trying to forget. The sight if the monk caused her to cringe. What would her betrothed think of her now that she was…impure? She wanted to retreat back into the forest and cry. Always scolding him for his lechery when she…Hypocrite.

Sorrowfully, Miroku embraced Sango, nuzzling her neck, his hairs tickling her skin. “Oh, my dear Sango! I have indeed caused you injury! Will you ever forgive me?”

Inside Sango had begun to be filled with regret and guilt, but the repentant affection granted to her by her future husband soothed her warring soul. She wrapped her tired arms around Miroku’s neck, breathing in the scent of his hair. She stole a brief glance at Inuyasha who was currently avoiding any form of questioning hurled at him by both Kagome and Shippou, before returning all of her attention back to the man in her arms. This is love. I don’t want to hurt this. I won’t let it hurt this. It never happened. The past is the past.