Disclaimer: I don’t own InuYahsha or its characters. They belong to their creator Rumiko Takahashi. Enjoy my insanity it isn’t worth anything more than that.
A/N: THIS IS NOT BETAED I finished it to close to deadline.
A/N 2.0: This story is all Velvy's fualt. The idea was hers.
Warnings: some of this might have a NC flavor but this is not meant to be a story abour or involving rape.
Sleep sex or sexsomnia is a form of non-rapid eye movement (NREM) parasomnia (similar to sleepwalking) that causes people to engage in sexual acts while they are asleep, such as masturbation, fondling, sexual intercourse, and actions that would be sexual assault or rape were the sufferer conscious. 1 in 12 people have sex in their sleep. Men account for 3 quarters of all sexsomniacs.
In some cases, sexsomniacs are actually better in bed when they are asleep.
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He was doing it again.
Kagome sighed as she heard the rhythmic shifting of clothing. She pulled her pillow over her head in an attempt to block out the sound. She didn’t want to hear, much less imagine, what she knew was going on only a few feet away. Curling up in her sleeping bag she prayed that her sanity would survive another night of the inuyoukai’s activities.
Sadly it was probably already way too late for the sake of her mental stability. Three months too late. It had been that long since she had first caught him doing ‘it’. She had tried so hard to erase that night from her memory but it seemed that the diayouaki decided to reenact the events with growing regularity making forgetting impossible.
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The night had found her lost in a deep peaceful slumber when something had disturbed her just enough to pull her to the surface of fuzzy awareness. For a moment she had laid in a moment of groggy disorientation before sleep reclaimed her into its welcome embrace. No sooner had her heavy lids fallen closed than once more that sudden rumbling jolted her back to semi wakefulness.
Sitting up slowly she had rubbed the sleep from her eyes before scanning the small camp for the source of the odd sound. When nothing meant her bleary gaze she laid back down with a sigh. Closing her eyes she sought to reclaim a rather pleasant dream. Just as she was slipping off once more the sound came again. This time she was awake enough to recognize a deep rumbling grunt.
Now, looking back, it would have been wiser just to ignore the odd sound and let the tempting tendrils of sleep drag her off into a state of safe, innocent bliss. It would have been the safest course of action, and she would have been spared a good deal of mental images that to this day had not been scrubbed clean of her mind. But no, Kagome was born with a mental defect called curiosity. That, paired with the fact that her brain was still rather foggy from sleep, gave her the brilliant notion to investigate the odd sounds that had disturbed her slumber.
Crawling out of her sleeping bag she had looked around at her sleeping companions. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Miroku lay on his side a few feet from Sango, one arm splayed out as if reaching towards her in his sleep. The demon hunters own fingers lay inches from his as she unconsciously mirrored his pose, their hands almost touching, but not.
The large bulk of Ah-Un lay off to one side, a pile of kit, kid, and cat lay in the safety of their large paws. The three little sleeping figures happily snuggled around each other like a litter of puppies. Shippo’s little paws where tangled in Rin’s hair while the little girl sucked her thumb lost in dreams that Kagome was certain involved sunny days and fields of flowers. Leaning against the back hunch of the mighty two headed beast was Sesshoumaru’s toad like retainer a stream of droll running from his beak like mouth.
A soft grumpy mumble drew her attention to the hunched form of Inuyasha. Even in sleep he looked grouchy as he sat with his back to a large tree, his cheek resting against Tessaiga’s hilt. His thick dark brows drew together in a scowl before he bared his fangs in a lazy snarl. “tesimmmine bastard… keh.”
Shaking her head Kagome was just about to head back to the warmth of her sleeping bag when she heard it again. The soft drawn out thrum of a pleased growl that twisted into a thick grunt. There, a few feet away from where she had been sleeping, sat the killing perfection himself. He was sleeping in much the same pose as Inuyasha, with his back against the trunk of a tree but instead of facing the center of the clearing his body was angled away from her as if he had been gazing off into the forest.
His body seemed tense even as he rested. He did not slump or hunch like his brother. Instead his back was straight, his shoulders taunt. “Sesshoumaru?” Kagome whispered steeping closer. “Are you awake?”
Her only answer was another thick growl that thrummed through his chest as his body seemed to tense and arch against the tree. His head tilted back to rest against the bark of the tree, his scarlet eyelids closed. ‘He must be having a nightmare.’ She reasoned as she watched him tense and arch again, the crescent moon on his forehead becoming marred by a slight furrow on his brow.
She stood captivated as she watched him. The muscles around his eyes tensing as if in pain before his mouth opened in silent desperate pants. She shivered at the flash of ivory fangs behind thin flushed lips as he let out another breathless growl. She almost yelped when his tongue darted out to trace over those smooth lips leaving them glistening and wet in the moon light. And then… he moaned.
It wasn’t a moan of pain. It was a desperate yearning sound, deep and rich in its hunger. It seemed to run like syrup down her spine and collect in her belly where it coaxed an echoing whimper from her lips.
His body jerked and twitched in a rhythmic motion that drew her eyes from his face to wander down a slowly shifting arm. She felt her breath catch in her chest and some distant part of her brain though she might never breath again.
He was… he was… “Oh my god…” the small whimper tore from her lips as it finally dawned on her what she was watching.
The Diayoukai arched and groaned as his hand moved in a hypnotic rhythm. His fist clenched tightly around his rigid length. The speed of his movements slowly increasing as his shaft throbbed in his grip. Kagome felt a mixture of fear and fascination as she watched him in the throes of his self pleasure.
He was snarling now, his brows drawn together over his slightly wrinkled nose, his lips pulled back to bare his deadly fangs. Each desperate breath was coming out of him in a soft grunting pant. The delicate markings on his face had gone thick and jagged over flushed cheeks. Everything about him looked angry.
His cock pulsed against the confines of his hand the scarlet head dripping with his thick seed. Even from this distance Kagome could see the pulsing veins along its stripped length. ‘Stripes!’ Kagome knew she would never be able to think of his markings the same way again. Not after seeing the magenta slashes across the turbid flesh of his erect manhood. It would be an image that would stay with her for the rest of her life, both beautiful and frightening.
She watched in rapt awe as he groaned and strained, the movements of his hand growing unsteady, his sure rhythm becoming desperate and jerky until he threw back his head with one last strangled growl. His cock jerked releasing thick jets of his fluids as he spilled his seed across the ground.
For a moment he sat there hand still gripping his spent cock, his entire body tense and rigid. Kagome swallowed in panic. He was going to kill her now. She was certain of that. There was no way he would let her live after she had witnessed him… doing… that.
Slowly Sesshoumaru’s head tilted to the side, the tension melting from his muscles as he seemed to sink back against the tree. A calm look of contented peace playing across his features before his jaw stretched in a fang bearing yawn. Kagome blinks in utter shock. He was asleep. He had been asleep the entire time!
Tiptoeing back to her sleeping bag Kagome pulled it up over her fleshed cheeks and tried not to think about what she had just witnessed. It took her till the early hours of the morning before she finally drifted off into unconiousness. From that night on her sleep had been disturbed by stripe filled dreams.
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Tossing her pillow aside she sighed in growing frustration knowing she wasn’t going to get any sleep again tonight. Really, how often did he have to do... ‘THAT’?