AfterShock

Late Friday afternoon, Sesshomaru stood on the balcony overlooking the large dance floor of the Aftershock club. His brother, Inuyasha, was in the back with their distributor re-stocking their decimated alcohol stock. Those bastards had caused an incredible amount of damage to their furniture but they had destroyed every bottle of beer and liquor in the building. They had even punctured the kegs. It was a good thing the cops had found them because Sesshomaru wanted to skin those two with his bare hands.

Laughter drew his attention to the side doors as a group of girls entered. Ino let out a loud laugh as she turned towards the bar. Looking up at him she waved and shouted, "Good evening Sessy. It's good to see everything is up and running."
Smiling he waved back as the other girls looked up, "Ya you're a miracle worker." Sakura, the pink-haired spitfire yelled.

They were some of the reason Zaraki was pissed at Inuyasha. Most of the girls were form a gritty strip club on the other end of the city owned by Zaraki. They were underpaid and unappreciated, so Inuyasha offered them a job as waitresses. That alone was enough incentive for the girls to relocate, but when Inuyasha had told them they would not have to share their tips with the bar they had become very loyal to his brother. So much so that when the club was about to go under they had given Inuyasha all of their tip money. That was when Inuyasha came to him to beg for help. Sesshomaru couldn't say no, knowing those girls would have no where to go
after turning on Zaraki.

Stepping away from the rail, Sesshomaru headed towards his office hoping for a nape before tonight’s opening. He knew he was not much help in the running of the shift but he always felt that he needed to be here on the weekends.

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Zaraki leaned back in his chair staring at the ceiling. Their first attempt at destroying their rival had not went the way it should have. "That Sesshomaru is a fucking genius. How the hell did he get that club up and running so fucking fast?"
"It is as you said, he is a genius. He does run his father's company after-all." Itachi said from his perch on the desk.

"I can't wait to have him under our control." Zaraki said with a wicked smile.

"It will be much more difficult to coerce Sesshomaru than you think. His little brother is a weakness but not one we can exploit very easily. He is still Inutaicho's son, and the boy only has one bad habit, stealing your employees." Itachi said as he took a sip of his coffee.

"There is always a way to bend someone to your will. It is your job to find out how." Zaraki said to the raven-haired man.

"I may have an idea, do you mind if I use your last plaything as bait?" Itachi asked as he stepped from the desk.

"Use him how you want." Zaraki said watching the man closely.

With a swift move, Itachi grabbed Zaraki's tie, twisting it until it nearly cut off his air supply, effectively pinning him to his chair. "I will." Zaraki shivered from the intense look Itachi gave him, this was the only man who had ever succeeded in dominating him. Zaraki gasped as his pants were cut from his body with one of the many weapons he knew Itachi carried. Itachi looked down and tsked. "No undergarments. You're such a lewd man Kenpachi."

Another shiver raced up his spine from the way Itachi purred his name. Not many people would believe such a feminine looking man would be a sadistic, dominant person, but Zaraki knew first hand. Itachi began dragging the knife up his body very slowly. His heavy breaths and the sound of cutting fabric filled the room while Itachi stared at Zaraki. With each inch the knife cut from his shirt Zaraki watched those coal-black eyes, hoping they would remain that dark, evil shade.

Zaraki twitched slightly when the chair was shoved back into the wall. Knowing the game the raven-haired man wanted to play, Zaraki raised his arms above his head.

Itachi trusted the knife into the back of the chair beside Zaraki's head, drawing a gasp from the large man. Itachi loosened the necktie around Zaraki's throat and secured the man's hands to the hook in the wall, making sure the bindings were extra tight. Leaning down he bit Zaraki's shoulder hard, drawing a tiny amount of blood. The loud moan from the man under him brought a smile to Itachi's face. Lowering a little further he rubbed his tongue across the flat dark nipple, feeling it become erect, he nipped the tip drawing a hiss from his toy. Itachi knew Zaraki wanted to shout commands directing him to where he needed Itachi's attention, but it was Itachi's unspoken rule that stopped him. 'Open your mouth and tell me what to do, I will punish you.' The one and only time Zaraki had done so he had woken two days later in a great deal of pain and his mind nearly shattered from Itachi's powerful mind technique.

Zaraki closed his eyes, dropping his head back on the chair with a loud moan as Itachi grabbed his weeping member and began stroking him. "Such a lewd body." Itachi whispered a moment before Zaraki was engulfed by Itachi's hot, tight mouth. He howled as Itachi scrapped his teeth up his shaft, his back arching from the chair. Strong hands gripped Zraki's hips, bruising him and jerking him to the edge of the chair. Itachi released Zaraki's aching member from his mouth with a pop. Standing, he grasped Zaraki's legs behind the knees positioning himself at Zaraki's twitching entrance. The mans half-open, lust filled eyes meet his as Itachi thrust deep. Zaraki screamed from the pain radiating through his unprepared body, panting as Itachi pulled out slow, and then crying out again as the sadistic man surged forward.

Gripping Zaraki's knees tighter Itachi pushed his legs higher and surged forward again hitting the mans prostate, drawing his screamed name from Zaraki's mouth. Growling Itachi picked up the pace, pounding into Zaraki with savage force. The man began to whimper as his body started to tighten around Itachi's surging member. Itachi leaned in, close to Zaraki's ear. "Scream for me."

With that Zaraki threw his head back letting out a window shattering scream as he coated his belly with his release. Itachi gripped Zaraki's legs tighter as the mans hot channel tightened around him. With one last thrust he bathed the mans insides with his seed, grinding his teeth against the sounds trying to escape his throat. Panting, Itachi felt Zaraki's strong legs sag in his grasp. Looking down he chuckled at the unconscious man. Pulling out with a moan Itachi cleaned himself up, then looked down at his toy. Itachi decided he would reward Zaraki for being such a good boy. Cleaning him up Itachi dressed him in spare clothing Zaraki kept in the office the laid him on the leather couch.

Picking up the phone Itachi called Zaraki's old plaything and ordered the person to be at the office in an hour. Leaning back in Zaraki's chair, Itachi smiled. He hated the person about to arrive and he knew exactly how he wanted to great the discarded plaything.

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Inuyasha smiled broadly at the sea of bodies covering the dance floor of his club. His brother had found an unknown band from the city and they were surprisingly good. Inuyasha chuckled at the memory of when the band leader, Hisagi, had introduced them as being the 'Gods of Death'. Looking at the stage he saw the tattooed man behind the drums. If he remembered right, the red-head on base was Gaara and their lead guitarist was Gojyo, another red-head. Those two had personalities as different as night and day. A shiver crept up his spine from the memory of the dead look in Gaara's green eyes. Grell, the lead singer, had a voice that put Zaraki's band to shame. And the best thing about these guys, they were half the price of the band at Pyro.

Ino leaned against the bar beside Inuyasha, "I'm surprised your brother found these guys." Then she sighed, "Three red-heads and a tattooed drummer, hopefully one of them is straight."

"Ino." Inuyasha gasped.

"Mmmm. I agree. The guitarist is just my type." Carmen said as she walked up. "You think he likes big chested women?"

"Carmen." Inuyasha said as he stepped away from the woman as she thrust her breasts out at him.

"Sorry girls but the band is off limits for now. We don't need you scaring them off." Sesshomaru said from behind the bar.

"But Sessy." Ino whined.

"No." He said firmly, removing the clean glasses from the crate he had carried in from the kitchen.

"Fine." Ino said with a pout and grabbed her tray to deliver her next order.

"I must say I'm surprised, I know this is not your favorite music." Carmen said as she watched the band.

"I just picked the one that grated on my nerves the most." Sesshomaru said as he turned, carrying the crate back to the kitchen filled with dirty glasses.

Carmen looked over her shoulder at the tall demon. He had his long hair braided and wore a nice white dress shirt with black slacks. She wouldn't say it out loud, but she really wanted to have a go at his fine ass.

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Kagura sat at her desk praying for the men in the office to knock it off. Mr. Zaraki's howls of pleasure where really getting on her nerves. I mean seriously no one should have that kind of stamina. This was their third time today. Looking up she gave a sympathetic smile to the silver-haired man sitting on one of the plush waiting room chairs against the wall. He had his long legs crossed with his arms crossed over his chest. Kagura wondered briefly why he was here, he wasn't dressed very business like, he had on loose-fitting cargo pants and a white button up shirt with the top three buttons undone. His long silver-hair was pulled back into a french braid that hung past his slender waist.

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Sephiroth kept his face blank during the event taking place behind the closed doors of Zaraki's office. He knew this was Itachi's way of declaring ownership of Sephiroth's past lover, and he would not give that rotten bastard the pleasure of knowing he was affecting him. Sephiroth fought his muscles, trying not to clinch his teeth as Zaraki screamed Itachi's name. The blessed quiet that came after allowed Sephiroth a moment to shove all his emotions deep within his mind. It would take nothing less than an emotional robot to get through this meeting with the man that tore out his heart and the other man who had gleefully shredded his spirit.

The door opened and Itachi stepped out, "Please come in, Zaraki is ready to see you now."

Sephiroth stood and headed to the door. With each step he buried and locked up his emotions.

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Zaraki sat in his chair trying not to focus on his painful ass. When Kagura had announced Sephiroth was waiting, Itachi had already bent him over the desk. Zaraki was about to tell Itachi they could finish later but the raven-haired man had shoved Zaraki's head onto the desk then he answered Kagura, telling her to make their guest wait. Then, Itachi had taken him harder than he had before.

Looking up at Sephiroth as he entered, Zaraki knew why Itachi had been so brutal. Itachi loved torturing the pale-haired man because he was once a valued possession of Zaraki's. Sephiroth stopped in-front of his desk, his pale blue-green eyes empty as he nodded.

Itachi walked around the desk and leaned against the window behind Zaraki. "I summoned you here because we have a job for you." Itachi began, "We would like for you to go to Sesshomaru with a request from Zaraki."

Zaraki sat and listened to Itachi tell his old lover how he wanted him to be the negotiator between Zaraki and Sesshomaru and how Itachi wanted Sephiroth to do everything within his power to get the dog demon to accept their proposal.

Zaraki couldn't stop the twinge of pain that came from inside. The dead mask Sephiroth wore was painful to Zaraki, the silver-haired man had been full of spirit and fire once. Zaraki's mind brought back a memory of a time when he had Sephiroth sprawled across his desk, his long hair fanned out around him, and the way his pale skin looked against the glossy black surface of his desk was a memory he would cherish for a long time. Why had he pushed this man away? Because he never wanted his heart to weaken for anyone, that was why. Weakness got you killed.

"Do you understand?" Zaraki heard Itachi ask as he walked over to Sephiroth. Circling the man, Itachi looked him up and down, "Remember we have something you want back. So don't let us down."

The flash of anger in those blue-green eyes was the only response Itachi would get from the man.

"Now go." Zaraki said to Sephiroth, watching him turn, then leave the room. The chuckle that came from Itachi sent chills down Zaraki's spine, the man was enjoying this far too much.

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As Sephiroth left the room he felt the locks on his emotions begin to fail. By the time he was at the elevator he was near panic. They were sending him to see Sesshomaru, the demon dog lord's son.

"Shit." Sephiroth hissed as he leaned against the back wall of the elevator. He could still remember the many times he had seen the demon during his life. There was no way in hell he could convince the noble lord to agree to Zaraki's proposal. If luck was on his side, Sephiroth may make it out of this meeting alive.

"Excuse me. Are you okay?" A woman asked.

Turning towards the concerned woman, Sephiroth realized he was standing in the opening of the elevator staring at nothing. Stepping off and into the parking garage he muttered, "Sorry."

Sliding into the less than elegant VW Jetta Sephiroth left the building to get ready for what he hoped would not be his funeral. He still had things to do before he died, he owed it to his family.