With Love

Chapter Four: Play To Win


“Holy shit!” Botan was ecstatic as they walked into the glass door. Now she was so glad she’d talked them into coming back tonight. Saturday night and they were sitting home with nothing to do. See it was a good thing she’d talked them into dressing up and hitting the scene. Onigumo’s was holding their monthly tournament it seemed. “Oh, I’m so in. Come on, I want to win some money.” She’d need it if Sango didn’t get off her ass and win the bet. Koenma had called her today to say he felt they needed some time apart. At this rate Kagome’s grandchildren would get laid before Botan.


“No wonder it’s crowded.” Kagome tried to peer over all the people roaming. Only one pool table remained in the place, centered for all to see. People were being ushered to find a seat or hit the back walls. Botan was already running off to see about entering, which meant no chance of them fleeing. She hadn’t dressed up to stand around watching Botan play pool. The tight blue strapless would go to waste watching people booze it up. They wouldn’t even have a place to sit. Wait, they might. “Come on, this is getting good.” Maybe her dress would come in handy after all.


“Where are we going? There’s no empty tables that way.” Sango almost snatched her hand away seeing where Kagome was steering her to. No, leave it to Kagome to still be trying to win a stupid bet. Hiei had already spotted them. Sango felt her chest crack in half as a strong emotion crossed the fire apparition’s face. If that wasn’t desperate want then she would eat her sandals. Kagome would be lucky to get to the table without the man jumping her. It made her feel stupid in the dress pants and silk tank top she wore. She was even going without a bra but wouldn’t warrant that kind of look from anyone. Did the miko realize she could easily win the bet? Her prey might not care for her as a person but if that look was anything the man wanted to do the nasty.


Kagome growled as a rude jerk bumped into her. Some people had no manners. She’d been meaning to call Hiei but hadn’t been able to think of a reason to give him for the early ring. Would he care if she sat down and forced her company on him? Sango couldn’t protest since Kurama was there with him. She knew they’d had dinner together. They were both still alive and in one piece so it had to have gone good. Besides Sango looked great. Not everyone could wear something so elegant and look sexy. Not everyone could get their hair styled like that without wayward strands wanting to ruin hours of work. “This should be fun.”


“Remind me to thank you after I’ve thrown myself in the path of a speeding bus.” Sango snapped as the redhead finally glanced up from his drink. There was shock that went to cool indifference. At least it wasn’t cold disdain. Probably because he thought he was safe from her unwanted advances and snide remarks to boot. She shouldn’t feel so pissed off about it. She’d called the truce and asked to be friends. She wasn’t allowed to get mad that he didn’t look upon her with sexual attraction. She could be friendly and polite for a few hours.


Hiei laughed at the man’s discomfort. “Are you still trying to win that foolish wager of Naraku’s? Won’t it be hard to seduce one when you lust after the other?” That got the fox’s attention. “Don’t insult me by denying it either. At least I’ll admit that I want something. I have already decided I want the miko and will have her in due time. Unlike you I won’t sit here and lie to myself. Maybe she’d give you what you want if you’d stop lying to yourself.”


“You know nothing.” Kurama forced between tight lips. Damn, she looked stunning and she was wearing less revealing clothes than last night. Her hair was swept up on the sides leaving only a light flow of curls down the back. The outfit was for someone who was about to have dinner with their grandmother but he found himself getting aroused as she came over with the miko. The pants were loose but moved with her. His fingers itched to pull them down. His eyes moved up, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Was that her nipples rubbing against the silk top? He groaned and rubbed his temples. “Go to hell Hiei.”


“You first Fox.” Hiei turned his attention back to the miko. The smile reached her eyes as she reached the table. The dress clung to her like a second skin. The blue brought out the richness of her eyes. The thick mass of hair was pulled back showing off a slender pale neck. He had the urge to nibble on it as his hands pulled up that dress. Only a foot and he could bury himself in the sweet tantalizing scent that was even now teasing him.


“I’m there thank you.” He tried to smile as the miko greeted them. “Hello Kagome, what brings you here?” Why the fuck did they have to show up? He’d spend all last night wondering if he wanted to risk befriending the taller girl at her side. Now Sango was back in his presence making him forget about the bet he hoped to win with her help. He didn’t feel friendly towards her at the moment. “The tournament should be starting. Better find a seat soon.”


“Yeah, we came so Botan could compete. She’s up there somewhere.” Kagome bristled under the obvious overlook of Sango at her side. What a jerk! Well she wasn’t going anywhere. She was going to spend time with Hiei. She wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted to or because she had a point to prove. She’d think about that later. “Damn, looks like there aren’t any more chairs left and my feet are already killing me. Guess we should have got here sooner. I was kind of hoping we could sit here since we don’t know anyone else.” She smiled bright and gave herself a pat on the back. “Think we could use you guys? We don’t weigh that much. I can’t very well sit on the floor or the table in this dress without disgracing myself. Besides it’s packed in here it’s hard to move without bumping into someone. I can take your lap Hiei, Sango is so tall she’ll block your view of the game. Plus, we still need to discuss our project.”


Sango was mortified as her friend plopped herself down on the man’s knees without a second thought. What was worse he wasn’t protesting to it. Her eyes flew to Kurama to see how he was taking in the idea. He was leaning forward putting his elbows on the table. The only way she’d be able to sit down on his lap is if she were to crash down on his back and neck first. He’d been sitting straight up until Kagome made the suggestion. His polite way of saying ‘No chance in hell’ without speaking. Not like she’d wanted to sit on his lap to begin with. She wasn’t wearing a dress so the floor would do just as well. The discarded peanut shells could be ignored as well as the redhead at the table. She put herself in front of the table and under it a ways. Good thing the table was up front. Fuck who was she kidding, the only way she was to enjoy the view was if she was into ogling ass.


Kagome couldn’t spot Botan in the throng of players standing around. How the hell could Sango see anything down there? She just hoped no one walked by and broke wind or her friend would be a goner. She turned to scowl at the fox who was now leaning back comfortably. Like it would have hurt him to let Sango sit on his lap. “Uptight ass.” She muttered the insult but his shoulders stiffened and Hiei snickered. Not like Sango would have started bouncing up and down for crying out loud. With any luck the two drunkards standing near their table wouldn’t step on the girl.


Hiei heard the clack of balls as the first round began. Hard to pay attention with the miko’s ass sitting warm on his legs. She was leaning as far away as she could. He wasn’t going to laugh at Kurama’s obvious denial. He should have asked the girl to take a seat down on his erection. Then the man could stop scowling. Two older men were up playing but he couldn’t see what was occurring. The pleasant scent of apples reached his nose. Was that her shampoo or natural scent? He didn’t think she’d appreciate it if he were to nuzzle her hair to decide.


Kurama tried to pay attention to the announcer’s calls which happened to be Naraku. The man was hosting it and calling the game. Must be nice to own your own business. Maybe he’d have to look into it one of these days. The man in black was a serious player and quickly ran the table on the other guy. Where was Botan? He couldn’t see her in the crowd. He should be paying attention to her while Naraku was busy with the game. “I thought you said Botan was entering.”


Sango heard him and heard Kagome reply. So he was still interested in Botan. Of course he hadn’t gotten into the girl’s panties yet. Perhaps Botan should have taken Kurama in the bet then she’d have won already. Sango was sure if she’d been Botan then she wouldn’t be forced to sit on peanut shells. He’d have gladly exposed his entire lap for her disposal. Not like it would have been anything sexual to it. Just keeping her from standing all night and off the floor. She cringed as one of the drunks moved and stepped on her fingertips. Her mouth opened in wordless pain.


Hiei sneered hearing the girl’s intake of breath. Had they bumped into her? Or was she not liking them so close? They couldn’t smell very pleasant considering the alcohol seeping from their pores. “Kurama I suggest you get the girl off of the floor now.” His hands went on Kagome’s waist as the loud cry filled the crowd. He had enough time to jerk the girl back as the larger man shoved his companion back onto the table. There was a cry of pain as both the man and table came down.


Sango saw the large man give the one in front a shove as she thought to stand up. Her arms came up as a grey shirt slammed into her knocking her senseless. The floor was even harder upon her spine and skull. She heard the table crash as it took most of the man’s weight. It didn’t stop him from using her to break half his fall. Something boney hit her lip causing tears to burn. It happened within seconds but she felt every ounce of bulk pin her down.


“Sango!” Kagome screamed as the room went quiet. All eyes went to the collapsed table. She could make out her friend’s arm under a mountain of man flesh. Hiei was already working to move the table. A loud groan penetrated her ears as the fallen man tried to move. Before he could he was being yanked off by Kurama.


Sango took a deep breath as the weight lifted. That did it! Hands were trying to help her up but she swatted them away. She could smell the beer soaking her expensive blouse and her lip was busted. She’d have a headache soon and the bastard had the nerve to grope her as he was pulled off. The bigger one was laughing and poking fun at the one he’d pushed. No apology, no I’m sorry I ran you over. “You’re getting hurt.” First the friend then the Jolly Green Giant was eating floor.


“HAHA! What the fuck are you going to do about it Girly? Going to have your pretty little boyfriend kick my ass? Must not be much of a man if he had you on the floor and you weren’t on your knees.” He chuckled causing his meaty torso to move. “Why don’t you ditch him and you can sit in my lap.”


Sango smiled, “You got a point.” She shrugged off Kurama’s hand that was trying to touch her face. The man let out a large laugh and she spotted the older guy that had been calling the games come over. Oh hell no, he wasn’t going to toss the man out yet. With a leer she ran the three feet separating them. The man didn’t realize her intent until her knee collided with his groin. “Lucky for me he isn’t my boyfriend. I must be a man because you’re on your knees.” She grabbed a few locks of hair as he cupped his injured testicles. Her knee gave a resounding slam into jaw.


“No you don’t.” Kagome saw the friend racing to help the man that had just tossed him into the table. Hiei was standing next to Kurama holding onto the fox so Kagome moved to intercede. She tackled him and they both went down with her on top. His skull slammed into the floor. A hand went to her chest and squeezed. The drunk bastard was groping her. She managed to sit up rather quickly as Hiei called her name.


Sango smiled as Kagome punched the man in the nose. The Jolly Green Giant was crying on the floor as she stepped back. Somehow she felt a lot better. Funny the brown hair had turned red as she hit him. She had to laugh as Yusuke came snagging Kagome off of the fallen man. He was groaning but the miko had delivered another solid punch to the man’s face. She thought of kicking Fatty while he was down but Naraku came up to her with a pissed off look. He snapped for two rather large men to toss the drunk men outside on their ass.


“Awww, you started without me.” Botan hopped on the fat man’s torso as she ran over. She goes to use the bathroom and comes back to another missed fight. “You two always do this. Next time wait until I’m done peeing. This is much more fun than hustling these guys for money.” Dammit, she knew she should have hung around. “Damn Sango how did you get that fat lip? Don’t tell me Fatty got a good lick in.”


“Alright the show is over. Yusuke let go of the girl and help me clean this mess up.” Naraku turned back to the other two men. “Don’t you even think about it. The authorities will be here to pick them up. Calm down, she shouldn’t have been on the floor in the first place.” And he shouldn’t have been staring at their friend. He should have noticed the two men getting out of hand.


“Eat me,” Sango wanted to spit in his face. He had a lot of nerve to stand there and preach. If he worked here then he should have stepped in instead of letting them try and flatten her. Or buy more chairs. Next guy that touched her she was going to lay into them. Damn she wasn’t sure what hurt worse; her finger or her lip.


“Don’t make offers Sweetheart.” Naraku waved her pout aside. He had a game to get back on track. His eyes did linger over the soaked shirt that was now clinging to her tits. “If it’s an offer we can go into my office and see about getting you out of that wet shirt.” She didn’t comment but glared at him. It wasn’t as deadly as the one his brother’s friend was giving him. Heh, if Kurama wanted her then he shouldn’t have let her sit on the floor. Did this mean the fox would forfeit on their bet? “On second thought, we better not. You have some nice tits but I don’t have time to fight for the right to suck on them.”


“You okay?” Kagome watched the rude man leave. What the hell was that about? “Shit, your shirt is soaked.” Should they call it a night and leave? How could they enjoy the evening now? If they left then Botan would have to withdraw. Their friend was already running back since her match was next. “Wanna try to rinse it out in the sink?”


Kurama uncurled his fists and glanced at the girls. “Take her to the bathroom, I can give her one of mine.” He didn’t think she’d want his sweater but he had on a t-shirt beneath. It was the least he could do since it was partially his fault she’d been injured. Sirens blazed outside as the bouncers kept the drunk men in line. Not like they would be able to focus after getting their ass beat by two females.


“Fine,” Sango wondered if she could get some ice for her lip. Botan better give her half the winnings now. “You don’t have to come with me Kagome. You two might want to grab the chairs. We already lost our table. See if you can get some ice for my mouth. Fucker must have weighed three hundred pounds.” People moved out of her way as she made a beeline for the bathroom. Kurama was fast on her heels.


Kurama kept the door from closing on him. No one paid them attention as he went into the single bathroom with her. She did turn on him and glare as he locked the door. “Don’t worry, I just don’t plan to take off my clothes in front of strangers. I’ll turn around while you do your thing. I’ll even turn when I take the shirt off.” His fingers went to the sweater yanking it and the other shirt off in one sweep. He heard the water already running. “Catch!” He tossed the plain white shirt over his head. He watched her catch in the mirror. She wasn’t paying him any attention. She was assuming he couldn’t see anything because he was facing the door. Would she freak if she turned to see the small mirror resting on the door? It was meant for the females to get one last glance at their hair as they exited. Instead he was able to see the large mirror over the sink reflecting everything she was doing.


“Thanks,” Sango placed it on the sink and stuck her hand in the water. She’d wash out her shirt after she was dressed. The cloth stuck to her skin as she peeled it up. With a grunt of disgust it was tossed in the sink. The beer was all over her chest, disgusting. She snatched a couple paper towels and soaked them. It wouldn’t get her completely clean but would get rid of the sticky feeling.


He was damned. He almost groaned when she ran the damp paper over her chest. Naraku had no idea just how right he was. Pert nipples puckered in awareness as she began to clean herself. Even without a bra the round globes stood firm and high. His fingers itched to cup them and pluck at the erect peaks. Would she be sensitive to the play? Would she moan as he took one into his mouth? His cock strained against the restraints of clothing. “So how many bar fights have you been in?”


“Ask Kagome,” Sango tossed the used paper in the trash and reached for dry ones. She dabbed at her skin, that was better. Could she be comfortable wearing his shirt? It was plain, simple and made for a thin person. She yanked it over her head and snorted. “Nice, so I’m supposed to wear this. Oh well, not like I’ll get much attention over the short dress Kagome is sporting.”


Kurama felt his chest heave as he turned around to face her. Now he was in for it. She looked even better in his shirt. It was clinging to her tight and he could actually see her nipples through the material. Please don’t let her look down at his crotch. He wouldn’t be able to deny the sudden tent with her name on it. Thankfully she was trying to clean out the ruined shirt. “I’ll be back with the others when you get done.”


“Whatever,” Sango looked at her shirt and wondered if she could take the price out of the man’s ass. She didn’t usually spend a lot of money on clothes. She liked to think she could shop wisely. Primping and playing pretty had never been her thing. Since an early age she’d been interested in creating things with her pottery. Of course she’d gotten a lot better over the years. So why the need to feel desirable for a male that she didn’t like and found almost every thing with tits worth glancing at twice? Why did it even matter?


Being left alone gave her a few minutes to calm her nerves. She should just go out there and let Botan finish her tournament. She’d replace the shirt with half of the money from winning. The ruined blouse was tossed into the trash without second thought. The crowd was cheering when she exited. She spotted Botan standing in a corner talking to two men having just won her match. Figures, good half that cash would be hers.


It was easy moving through the crowd. A few people actually skirted from her path. There was Kagome back sitting on Hiei’s lap talking to a tall male. Kurama nor Hiei looked pleased about the man being there. She’d never seen him but Kagome knew a lot of people because of her dad’s job. Kurama had taken the other chair once more. Like hell she’d sit back on that floor again. He did glance up and his jaw dropped. She turned and dropped down on his lap, not giving him a choice. “Deal with it, I’m not getting on the floor again.”


Kurama nodded but didn’t speak. He would have given her the chair this time around and stood up but he wasn’t going to tell her to move now. “I got something for your lip.” His fingers were going numb from the cold rag but the pain helped with his raging hormones. She turned sideways on his legs and stuck her hand out. “I’ll do it. Just hold still.”


“Oh Miroku I don’t think you’ve met Sango yet.” Kagome made the quick introductions hoping the man would leave before his companion decided to come over. If Hojo came over she was going to scream. They both worked under her father and often came over for dinner. Dinners in which she found excuses to be absent. Miroku had stopped hitting on her when she’d planted a foot in his groin. Hojo on the hand was more persistent in his own way. Miroku was just a big flirt while Hojo thought she’d made good wife material.


“No, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure. Figures your friends would be just as cute as you. I see you’ve been keeping her from me, I’m appalled Kagome.” Miroku extended his hand towards the girl. Wide brown eyes stared at the hand as if it were a snake. “Don’t worry I don’t bite. Though I would be tempted to nibble on that lip if it weren’t already puffy. Not to mention I don’t want to share the same fate as the drunkard.”


“Watch out for him Sango, he’s a lech. Makes Kurama look like a boy scout.” Kagome leaned further back as the older man turned a wounded expression her way. She was only telling the truth. While he was the biggest flirt she knew, Hojo was the biggest bore. “Sorry, it’s a friend thing. Have to warn her not to take you serious. I don’t care to have my friends screwed and used.”


“Now I am offended. It’s not like I have just asked her to bare my child.” Miroku let his eyes linger over the tight cotton. Very nice but the other shirt hadn’t done her justice. She wasn’t as petite as Kagome but had a firmer build. This was a woman that you could take pleasure in devouring. His brow lifted thinking of all the wild and vigorous positions he could take her in. Her face wasn’t as delicate as Kagome’s but was appealing with sensuous lips made for kissing. Seems he wasn’t the only one interested. His gaze went to the pretty male behind the girl. Oh yes, the one that wasn’t her boyfriend. If he wasn’t a boyfriend then why the jealousy? “Perhaps later. I believe that is Hojo coming over now. I don’t think he’s met Sango either.”


“You die later!” Kagome growled seeing he was indeed right. Of all the places for them to come and enjoy a beer. Knowing Hojo he was competing. She reached back and grabbed Hiei’s hands that hand been resting on the edge of the chair. “Shhh, just deal.” She placed them on around her waist and scooted back until she could feel his chest against her back. There that would do.


Hiei watched the tall, very slim man coming their way. He noticed that his dull brown eyes went straight to the girl in his lap. She was stiff as she waited for him to approach. He took it that she didn’t care for this one. His fingers went to her waist in intimate gesture. He felt the warmth seeping through the thin material. The type of man that this Hojo was being screamed from his appearance and manner. Strange, it was what he would have pictured Kagome ending up with. Rich, cool, well mannered, straight as a board and boring.


Sango laughed as the man came strolling up. He was a strutting peacock. Even here he was wearing a crisp suit without wrinkles. She wanted to wrinkle it just to prove he was alive. Not a single hair was out of place but it was rather short. The beer in his fingers was held loose and at the tips of the bottle. This could be interesting. The neat clothes screaming boring and perfect. She turned so she could whisper in the fox’s ear. “You’ll have to tell me how you do it. He wears a suit and looks stiff but you always manage to look cool and alluring.”


“It’s the person under the clothes. He is probably stuffy and dull out of them.” Kurama shrugged but the compliment hadn’t gone unnoticed. Did she find him alluring? Perhaps he’d wear the new suit he’d bought on Monday and see how she reacted. Not that it really mattered he was just curious. It didn’t matter if she did him attractive since he wasn’t interested in her that way.


“Please, I don’t want to picture him out of them.” Kagome snapped before the man reached them. She had to force herself to smile. Was Hiei moving his fingers? If the slight touch wasn’t causing heat to form in her stomach she might have giggled from it. The man wasn’t her type, nor was the man behind her. But damn she felt like squirmed as one glared and the other pulled her closer against him. Was Hiei trying to make the other man mad? “Hello Hojo, competing?”


“Kagome, it’s good to see you again. I missed you last week. Your father told me you were working on some project.” Hojo looked down at the girl sitting so comfortably on the boy’s lap. If it’d been the redhead’s he might be worried. He’d wanted the girl since he met her two years ago. Of course he had to wait until she was of age. Since she’d turned eighteen she was already dating that stupid football player. It was just a phase she’d grow out of once she matured. He’d let her have her fun for now. Her father had already agreed to the match. “Where is Inuyasha?”


“Oh, I got rid of him.” Kagome felt Hiei bristle behind her. Any man could see that she was sitting on his lap. Not to mention the way his arms suddenly tightened around her. Hojo was dismissing him as any kind of threat. Why? Hiei was short but so was she, hell he was only an inch shorter than her; the right height. Small but well built, kind of thick if she was correct. He was definitely cute, very sexy if you were into the whole bad boy thing. It just irked her that Hojo would look pass Hiei because he thought him to be irrelevant. “Actually, you haven’t met my new boyfriend. Hiei, this is Hojo. They both work with my father.”


“Boyfriend?” Miroku smirked as Hojo was the one to stiffen now. Well well, now this could be interesting. Hojo hadn’t been threatened by Inuyasha because they’d both seen it wouldn’t last. Inuyasha was a cocky prick that thought too highly of himself. This guy however, might be a problem if Kagome decided to try him out. Maybe the girl’s tastes had changed. “Mind if I ask what brought this on?”


“Oh shit, that would be my fault.” Sango raised her hand and did her best to look guilty. “You know it’s a girl thing but I got tired of Kagome complaining about how Inuyasha sucked in bed. Nothing against the male species but most need to learn what foreplay is. Well anyways Kurama here was kind of taken so we hooked her up with Hiei. See one of our friends from school dated him and even after the break up bragged how good he was with his tongue. I was tempted myself but Kurama helped me hook them up. Good damn thing to, she was becoming hell to live with. Nothing worse than a friend that has to masturbate to get her rocks off.”


“Sango! You aren’t supposed to tell them that. Now Hiei is going to think I’m with him just for the sex.” Kagome did manage to blush without the need to fake it. As expected Miroku began laughing and Hojo looked ready to bolt. She’d have to kiss her friend later. “Besides they are older I’m sure they are more than aware of how to satisfy a woman. Every smart man knows that oral sex is the key. Oh, I haven’t shown you my newest tattoo have I, Miroku? I like Sango’s better but I didn’t have the balls to get one on my groin. Her’s says ‘Lick me, I’m Irish.’ Even has the four leaf clovers on each side. I went with a little heart below my navel.”


“Really? I’d like to see it. Especially yours Sango. I somehow doubt you’re Irish but I’d have no problem pretending.” Miroku grinned at the smiling girl. These two were very entertaining and he wasn’t a prude like Hojo. “I can give you my number and we could set up a private viewing. Just how low is it?”


“Low enough to be a reminder while my man is down there.” Sango felt Kurama move behind her. He had no reason to be uncomfortable. He probably did it as much as he got into bed. Her and her boyfriend had messed around but never gone all the way. She’d kick Kagome for telling them of her tattoo. They’d been drunk and had a friend do it. “It’s not as good as the one on Kagome’s ass. I’m not proud enough to put a Grade-A stamp on my ass.”


“HEY! Pride has nothing to do with it. Besides I was passed out when Botan told him to draw it there.” Kagome frowned at the reminder. Their friend had thought it funny put a stamp of approval for all to see. Well they’d see it if she were to ever wear a bikini again. “Oh, aren’t they calling for you Hojo?” She almost cried in relief. “Good luck with the match.”


Miroku let his friend leave while keeping his eye on the other girl. What were the chances he could get a phone number? If this redhead wasn’t her boyfriend then she had to be single. No man in his right mind would allow something that belonged to him to sit so close to another male. So she had to be unattached. If not tonight he could get the info from Kagome later. “Well, I’m heading back to our table now. Good to see you again Kagome and I look forward to seeing you again Sango.”


‘Whatever!’ Sango had the urge to form a L on her forehead. Yeah like she’d give him the time of day. She might be foolish but she wasn’t stupid. That man had only one thing in mind as far as her person was concerned. She refused play his game. Bad enough she had one male whore on her hands to deal with. Dealing wasn’t the right word since she wasn’t going to go through with the bet. She’d try to be polite when it was possible. “How much longer do you think this will last?”


Next Chapter: A trip to the library, a talk between Sango and Botan. Please read and review.