Forbidden Desires by L-desu

Chapter One

Forbidden Desires

An InuYasha alternate by Wolfye Productions.

All InuYasha characters are © Rumiko Takahashi, Viz Communications, Inc., Shonen Sunday, Sunrise and Nihon TV. Characters are used without the express prior permission of the aforementioned. Story concept, other characters and original situations are © Wolfye Productions; this fanfic is written for entertainment purposes only.

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Chapter One

He couldn't take it anymore.

If she did that ONE more time, he was going to explode!

Why did she insist on doing that all the time? Was it to torment him, and him alone? Was she even aware of the amount of pain she was causing him every time she did that?

Was he the brunt of some universal joke?!

Sesshoumaru paced back and forth, eternally grateful that no one could see him in his state of weakness right now. After all, the eldest son and heir of the Great and Terrible General did NOT do such a thing as pace.

And for such a ridiculous reason!

He couldn't believe that she did it again. It was almost as if she knew what she was doing, the little vixen.

No, not a vixen. A demon spawn straight from the depths of hell sent to test the limits of his will power; his strength. Nothing in this world could ever stretch him to his breaking points like the way she did on a consistent basis. And as such, she could not have been borne of this world or the next. No, she was a succubus sent to taunt him relentlessly until he finally broke and begged like the proverbial puppy after his favorite bone.

He stopped pacing long enough to plow down the nearest tree, the resounding thud and ensuing screams of various wildlife as they scurried to avoid imminent death filling the previously quiet still of the surrounding forest. Thankfully, he felt some of his tension ebb, but not enough yet to be able to return to his camp and to the side of his young ward.

Damn that woman!

Damn her gorgeous brown eyes and heart-wrenching smiles.

Damn her fiery spirit and ever-loving nature.

But most of all...

Damn her and her indecently short SHORT kimonos!

Again, Sesshoumaru lashed out with vicious ferocity and another tree met its untimely end. Vaguely, he realized that Bokusenou would undoubtedly bark his ear off about felling yet another tree for no reason at all, pun definitely intended. But really, there was a reason. A good reason. A very good and very valid reason. And he really couldn't care less at the moment. He had bigger fish to fry.

Stopping suddenly, he blinked a couple of times, wondering where the heck that last errant thought had come from. He didn't even know what it meant! Sighing dejectedly, another uncharacteristic behavior for him, he belatedly realized that it must be yet another thing he had picked up from her since crossing paths all those months ago.

Plopping himself down against the base of a different tree in a flourish of patterned silk and lush fur, Sesshoumaru settled himself back against the trunk and resigned himself to wait. Yet again.

Once more he asked of himself, how did this happen? How in the seven hells did he let this get so out of hand?

With the untimely death of his most esteemed father, Sesshoumaru, still a young pup on the rise to becoming a great power just like his sire, had made a pact with himself. He had witnessed the debacle of how his great father, greatly injured by his battle with the dragon king, had foregone all sanity in favor of charging head first into yet another battle to save the lives of Izayoi and newborn InuYasha. And he had paid dearly for his sense of compassion and endearment, an act that InuYasha still has never fully comprehended to this day.

Since then, he had decided to swear an oath of celibacy, to avoid all possibilities of perhaps following in his father's footsteps. Neither love nor lust would ever cause him to sway and lose sound judgment. He had sworn to himself that never would he allow a female to hold so much power over him.

Of course, his own mother had laughed at what she had called his "foolishness". She had insisted that, being what he was and his own father's son, he would never be able to outrun those very emotions he sought to avoid. He had not quite understood what she had meant with her cryptic words, and had merely scoffed at her and left home to seek his own fate. No mother of his would tell him what he would and would not do.

And he had been doing so well until now! For more than two hundred and fifty years, he had managed to remain true to his oath. Many females, both youkai and human, had sought his favor over the course of time. But he had remained indifferent to them all; he even had to dispose of a few of the more amorous ones who had not taken no for an answer, thus securing his ego that no female would ever be able to sway his good judgment.

That was, until she came along.

It was true that in the beginning he had thought her yet another harlot of InuYasha's, more so for her rather unseemly and exposing attire. He had even attempted her death by his hand when she proved to be an obstacle and a proverbial thorn in his side several times. But she had lived, no matter what he had tried to do. And by the sheer virtue of her abilities to escape death from even his own claws, he began to develop a begrudging respect for her. He had stopped trying to kill her.

But reflecting back now on past events, Sesshoumaru wondered if he should not have stopped trying to kill her. Because now, instead of annoying him so, she was now frustrating him beyond belief!

He groaned as yet another wave of heat coursed through his body, making him clench his hand hard, claws biting into the skin of his palm, drawing blood yet again. The pain was nearly unbearable, but he would not allow himself to succumb to the act of self-gratification. He was better than that. He attempted to force his mind to think of anything besides her, but it was to no avail; he instead found himself remembering how he had first come to notice her as more than just the female who walked by InuYasha's side.

It had been that first time InuYasha had completely transformed into a raging demon. He had come to the group to see if the rumours were true, and had not liked in the least to see the senseless damage the hanyou had wrecked upon the small village. Despite his lacking care for the inhabitants' fate, it was more of InuYasha's lack of control that he had found so distasteful. No son of Inu no Taishou should ever act in such a barbaric and disgraceful manner, hanyou or not. And so he had knocked InuYasha unconscious to stop his murderous tirade.

As he stood there trying to decide what next to do with his half-brother, she had run out towards them and flung her dainty body over the unconscious hanyou in his defense, screaming at him to leave InuYasha alone.

That was when he had first truly noticed her, and it was a sight he would never forget.

She had crouched over his brother's prone body, her rear end propped delectably high in the air and turned towards him as she looked back over her shoulder at him, defiance, anger and concern for the hanyou written clearly across her face. Her fiery spirit had always merited his notice before, but this time, coupled with the fact that her indecently short kimono had ridden up to an impossible degree, blatantly showing off the upper portions of her slender thighs and the bottom curves of her tight behind, he suddenly saw her in a new light. The scandalous position also afforded him a peek at what she wore underneath, and he remembered it being silky and light pink in color, the bottoms of it arching high up across her backside, affording him a generous view of her pert rear. He sometimes wondered if she had known then what a spectacle she was making, but since her well-known embarrassment had not overcome her at that moment, he could only assume that she had not.

How utterly innocent and tempting she was.

A low groan tumbled forth from his throat as he yet again imagined himself behind her at that moment, taking her for all he was worth. It was one of his favorite fantasies, really. She had excited him at that moment, and it had taken him quite awhile to recompose himself enough to answer her without having his voice crack with desire. How utterly pathetic. It had taken him all he had at that moment to walk away from her.

His frustration at this moment was almost unbearable as his mind drifted through following events where he had crossed paths with his brother's group, sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. Each time, she would do something unimaginable and end up either crouched or bent over something, giving him a clear view of her glorious backside, taunting him. And this last time was no exception, and clearly all the more frustrating for him.

He had come to the rescue of Rin after Naraku had managed to kidnap her to use her life as blackmail for his body and power. Deciding on the spot that Rin's life was more important to him than following after the despicable creature as he fled, he had found the boy Kohaku poised to deliver a fatal blow to his ward. Of course, he had been incensed and ripped the boy from her, clearly intent on taking his life in exchange.

But then she had shown up and pleaded with him to spare the boy's life. How could he have refused her request? So when she had spotted Rin's unconscious body on the ground and rushed over to check her injuries, her delicious backside propped yet again in the air as she crouched over his ward, he had decided to relent his anger against the boy in favor of watching as her rear end swayed slightly back and forth as she checked Rin over. He couldn't even remember the ridiculous excuse he had given for deciding not to take the boy's life. He barely even heard InuYasha as he ranted and asked him inane questions, so focused was he on her.

His Kagome.

The unknowing tormentor of his most sweetest and taboo of dreams.

Finally he could take no more when she had offered her thanks to him for sparing the boy's life. How could she thank him so innocently when he had been having the most abominable thoughts about what he had wanted to do with her? He had departed from that clearing as quickly as he could lest he ended up doing something that would have been horrendously unforgivable.

And so here he was, having sent Rin ahead of him with Jaken to make camp for the night so that he could be alone to brood over his own misery. Unbearable heat seemed to course through his body at an alarming rate; his blood he could hear pulsing in his own ears, the rhythm in time to the painful throbs of his lower regions. But he stilled his hand, and settled himself against the ancient tree to wait out yet another night without her touch.

It was going to be a long night.