A/N: So this is a request story from my dear friend Savewolf the Angel of Death. It's a Kagome/Menomaru pairing, which I've done before, but it may be a little different. It may get dark at some point, but there will be lemons and lots of them. So if you don't like it then please indulge your Fan fiction fantasies elsewhere. And as for everyone else: Enjoy!

Story Background: This story takes place in the present time, where Menomaru has escaped to the present time before his body was fully destroyed and still holds a slight connection to Kagome. The jewel has also been completed and the well resealed.

WARNING: Lemon alert! No readers under 18 allowed! I'm not eighteen yet but I'll be there in about a month!

In Shackles

Chapter One: An Unlikely Union of Passion

The tug and pull on my body was incessant—it was a rhythmic, persuasive whisper in my mind that called to me. I had to go—I just had to. Though questions danced in my mind, they were hushed into a subdued silence as I slipped from underneath the covers of my bed and stepped into the moonlight filtering in from my open window. Someone was calling me, compelling me to leave my bed and slip through the endless shadows of night that embraced the expansive grounds of the shrine. A cool breeze touched lightly upon my face like the gentle caress of a lover. The calls became louder inside my head and the tugs more violent and I soon found myself walking.

Walking past the silent rooms where my family slept and down the lushly carpeted stairs and into the living room. Patches of moonlight lit my way as I made it to the front door like a submissive sleepwalker. Before I could stop myself, my hand had found its way to the door and slid it open. Once I took that one step into the night, I knew I was a goner. Whoever was calling me had me and had me good.

I tried to fight—I really did—but it was no use. All I could do was slow my progress by throwing my weight into each step I took, so that my feet would drag and falter. My mind was fully conscious of what was going on, and yet I had no control over my own body. How could that be?

As my mind pondered my grave predicament, I drew nearer and nearer to the Sacred Tree. When at last I was before the massive tree, the whispers in my head stopped and the tugging on my body ebbed away, leaving me shaken. I sagged and sunk heavily to my knees, relieved as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I stared into the shadows that danced around the tree and found a figure watching me with crimson eyes. Fear gripped with clenching hands at my heart and my breathing quickened to erratic draughts of air.

"Who are you?" I rasped. My throat felt scratchy and dry as if I had been screaming relentlessly into the night. I cleared my throat roughly and it sounded grating even to me compared to the hushed chirps of crickets singing their soulful song long into the night. I waited for the figure concealed in a dark, rich cloak of shadows to answer me, but there came no answer from the shadows. "Who are you," I asked again, my voice tight with anger, "tell me who you are."

A cold, flat laugh erupted from the figure and I winced at the harsh sound. From the laugh I knew the figure to be male, but I had yet to figure out who he was. A pale hand emerged from the shadows, looking as though it were separate from the figure that hid in the shadows. I cringed away from the hand and I could feel the attractive pull that had originally brought me here against my will. He laughed again and he suddenly stepped into the moonlight.

I gasped as I came face to face with a person from the past—the only one on this earth that was able to control me so adeptly—the moth demon Menomaru. Without realizing it, I began to crawl backwards away from his outstretched hand. I froze in place though as I lost control of my body again.

"Menomaru . . . " I hissed as I struggled to try and free myself from his control; it was no use though, for his control over me was firm and my spiritual powers weren't up to speed with breaking completely free of his control over my body. The only thing I had control of at this point, were my thoughts.

"It has been ages since I invoked my control over you and it feels liberating that I can reduce you to this, Kagome."

He hissed my name and the sound slithered inside my head, making me tremble. "What do you want?" I said still trying to fight for control. He laughed at my feeble attempts and approached me, kneeling before me so that our eyes were level, our faces mere inches apart. He gripped my chin, cupping it in his warm hand. I shivered when he brushed his thumb below my bottom lip, before he used his thumb to caress it.

My lips instantly began to tremble and my fear returned in a swelling rush that stole my breath away. What did he want from me? What was he doing here in the present time? He continued to caress my bottom lip lightly and I continued to fight to pull away from him. His lips twitched into an arrogant smile and his exploring fingers slid downward and traced the line of my exposed neck lightly.

I shivered at the gentle caress, not entirely too displeased with the feel of his hands against my bare skin. When he tried to move his hands down lower to caress more intimate parts of my body, there was a blinding flash of light and he was suddenly standing before me with his burned hand held out before him.

"How dull," he said with his gaze still fixated on his wounded hand. "Your spiritual power has indeed grown in magnitude, for you are now able to shield against my physical touch. And should I try and touch you again, I will be purified." He smiled that arrogant smile of his and knelt down before me again, his wounded hand forgotten already. "However," he said at last, "that doesn't mean that I can't touch you telekinetically."

I wasn't at all sure of what he meant, until the right strap of my nightgown, slid down my shoulder. The other followed suit and my shoulders were left exposed before him in the pale moonlight that I was being bathed in. I fought to free myself from his control, so that I could prevent him from stripping me further, and it took a lot of focus to break free. When at last I was able to move again I slid the straps of my nightgown back into place and crossed my arms across my abdomen. He stared down at me, far to pleased for my tastes.

"Well done. You were able to break my control over you. But, I doubt you'll be able to do it a second time."

I instantly felt a sharp snatch as I lost control over my body and was forced to my feet by his overpowering will. I stood in place, because I could not do otherwise; I was unnervingly still before him despite my thoughts being the total opposite of that. Menomaru made a quick slashing motion with his hand and the tie that held my hair up in a high pony tail fell to the ground behind me, leaving my hair to flow freely across my back in the gentle breeze. He made another slashing motion and the straps of my nightgown slid off my shoulders, causing my nightgown to droop forward exposing my upper body. I watched as his eyes darkened at the sight of my body's exposure and I couldn't fight the blush that crept into my cheeks when the cool night air made my nipples harden.

He licked his lips in a slow sensuous motion as he stared at my breasts palely reflecting the rays of moonlight. At last his gaze darted up to my face, and found my gaze as he said, "It hurts me so to stand here and watch you so wonderfully radiant in the moonlight. You stand only mere inches away from me and yet I can't touch you with my own hands. But I suppose I'll have to deal with using my powers to explore your body until I can finally touch you for real."

Without warning, I felt the air pressure around me change, moments before I felt cool, invisible, caressing hands brush along my nipples. Pleasure shot through me in a tingling rush and my head rolled backwards on my bare shoulders. I fought the moan that was trying to claw its way up my throat, but it eased its way out past my tightly sealed lips and echoed out into the night. The cool hands returned, playing teasingly with my erect nipples and I cried out. My breath came in short, labored pants and my body shook from the little ripples of pleasure still dancing in trembling lines along my body.

He stopped for a brief moment, making it clear that he was enjoying my reactions to his power touching me and said, "I hope that you will react like this once I'm able to touch you with my own hands."

Press your back up against the tree, he whispered across my mind and I couldn't ignore his command so I did what I was told, though hesitantly.

I managed to stop before my back was pressed to the broad trunk of the Sacred Tree and he frowned at this before he used his power to push me backwards until the tree trunk was my only support. He approached me then, coming as close to me as he dared, so close that his breath rifled my bangs. I stood there motionless before him, waiting on him to act upon his lustful intentions. He leaned in closer to me so that the lines of our bodies were parallel, with only a barrier of heat separating us that it seemed a shame that he didn't close the insignificant gap that stood between our bodies. Part of me wanted him to close that distance and be purified by the barrier I had unconsciously put up, and the other part of me—the darker side of me—wanted him to close the distance between our bodies and ravish me.

Menomaru's breath fanned my face like the sensual dance of a summer wind and I couldn't prevent the little trembles that shook my body sporadically with each breath he exhaled. His lips were close and plump and moist and so devilishly tempting that I almost pressed my lips to his for just moment, to see what those moist, plump morsels of warm flesh would taste and feel like against my own. I felt those cool, manipulating hands of power lift up the hem of my nightgown until everything from my waist down was exposed. Another blush crept its way up into my cheeks and he looked at me, clearly pleased once again with my reaction. I tried to force my hands from my sides to pull down my nightgown, but they only spasmed with the severe effort to try and move.

I felt those cool hands of power then slide my lacey red panties down my hips and to my knees, before they spread my legs wide and slid a lazy path up to my exposed womanhood. I gasped when I felt those cool fingers separated the folds of my labia gingerly, before they found my clit hidden snugly in a nest of curls and warm flesh. The "fingers" of his power began to rub lightly against my clit and I cried out and collapsed in on myself, leaning heavily on the tree trunk for support. Menomaru continued his ministrations until I was panting with need and desire. He watched me—so terrible close to me, and yet not touching me—as I panted and writhed for him and only him.

I could feel the sticky wetness building up between my legs and my juices only made the glide of his power all the more smoother. I direly wanted to throw my arms about him and have him hold me as I hit my orgasm, but he kept his control over my movements firmly in place to prevent me from purifying him in the throes of passion. Despite his concentration and control over me being so absolute, his thoughts were no longer so tightly closed off. At the moment, I had such an intimate connection with his thoughts that I could hear his every thought, see his every desire displayed within the confines of my mind. I felt how badly he wanted to touch me and hold me while climaxed in his arms and a scene of him ramming himself repeatedly inside me dashed across my mind leaving a trail of desire and taste of what it would be like once he could touch me with his own hands.

He caught my gaze with his when he realized I had gotten a glimpse at his deepest darkest thoughts and desires and his ministrations stopped abruptly afterwards. A whine escaped me when he stopped suddenly and I managed to find my voice as I said, "Please don't stop . . . " He stared into my eyes and must have seen my desire burning there, for he didn't waist anytime continuing his ministrations. My breathing picked up and my moans continued, echoing long into the night, until he worked me into a tight knot of desire for him. I could feel my self getting close to the apex of a glorious orgasm and he must have read my mind, for he pressed those "fingers" inside me, thrusting them deep inside me until I came. I screamed his name in a wailing, sobbing cry and the world was devoured by white light.

I woke up in my bed in a fit of pants and heaves with sunlight streaming through my open window. When I clamored out of my bed, my nightgown unyieldingly drooped forward and when I looked down I realized that the straps were missing. All the events from my night with Menomaru came crashing back in a dizzying rush that forced me to sit back down at the edge of my bed. Everything felt so real and yet, I was still reluctant to believe that Menomeru was able escape to the present time; it just didn't seem plausible. I stood up, with a hand holding my nightgown in place and walked over to my vanity. I sat down in front of its arching mirror, picked up my brush and started to tame my wild curls.

"Was it a dream," I asked aloud to myself. I set my brush back down and when I focused my gaze on my reflection in the mirror, I saw the a dark figure standing behind me.

"Think again . . . " said the figure as it approached me slowly.

A/N: So how was it! Reviews are always welcome and are the pushes I need to update more often. It's simple people! Read, Review, Awesome Update! Thanks for reading! I'm out!

Silver Moon Vampiress

FYI: I've started a rewrite of this story. It's called Searching for Love, Sleeping with Danger. Please check it out and let me know what you think.

Silver Moon Vampiress