Kagome

Chapter 4

Decision of a lie.

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He was out on the roof top smoking a cigarette while she slept in his large bed.

-What the fuck do you think you’re doing Sesshoumaru?

I want her to be mine

-That’s ridiculous for so many reasons!

Why because she’s human?

-Yes and because your mother will. kill. her. sight.unseen!!!

Over my dead body!!

He tossed the cigarette and his heel crushed the burning flame.

He walked into his room again and couldn’t help but was aroused by the sight of her. Her dark tress lying over his cream silk bedding like dark syrup, her skin soft and a glowing amber from the late afternoon sun…..

She was jolted out of sleep when a hard, hot cock speared straight into the back of her tight walls.

“Mmmmm!!” Kagome moaned.

Sesshoumaru began a brutal pace driving hard into her before she even had her eyes fully opened. She groaned as his shaft cleaved its way through her swollen tissues. He was driving into her with such force she began to slip and slide on the silk bedding. Suddenly, she was dangling halfway off the bed pressing her palms on the ground to balance and wrapping her legs around him for support.

The next thing she knew she found herself pinned to the floor as he thrust his hips forward, spearing deep into her. She came. Her orgasm wrenched through her inner muscles, and squeezed his cock tight, making it extremely difficult for him to penetrate her.

“So fucking tight, little one.” He braced himself higher and used his weight to power deep into her. She screamed at the sensation. It was too good. Sesshoumaru threw his head back, he almost howled at the sensation of her wrapped tightly around him. He slowed his strokes into short, deep ones. Then his body bucked, and the liquid of his seed burst into her. He kept her pinned to the floor for several minutes afterwards, his chest heaving against hers.

Moments passed and he ran a hand through his hair as he stared at her. She smirked gleefully at such a wake up call.

“Hey big daddy,” her voice came out in soft pants.

He grunted before pulling out of her and rose to his feet. She just laid there, watching him as he extend a hand to her, his cock still stiff. His cum dripping like a broken facet. Kagome took his hand and he pulled her up, but she rose only to her knees. Grabbing the side of his thigh, she slid his semi-hard dick into her mouth and sucked the rest of his cream into her mouth. She swallowed, grinned and hopped onto her feet.

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Kagome strutted around his apartment in his dress shirt, giving herself a tour as he stepped downstairs to pick up the delivered food. He didn’t want to security up at his door in case the guy would see her. “Not in there.” The force of his voice rang out and startled her as she was just about to open the door to his study.

“Hey! Sorry, didn’t mean to be nosy.” She apologized, blushing a little. He eyed her up and down as she pranced toward him, wearing nothing but his shirt. Damn, she looked so hot wearing his cothes. What he wouldn't give for her look like that, wearing nothing but his shirt, all the time! He swallowed, controlling his beast.

“Here.” He laid the food down the dinner table. She ran toward him and jumped. He caught her by her ass and she began to kiss him in a frantic manner. The smacking sounds of lips meeting and parting were like an orchestra in his ears.

“Kami, woman, get some food in you before you send me over the edge again.” He said, as he felt his groin hot and twitching.

She giggled a cute sexy one and it sent his heart somersaulting. What am I going to do with you? He asked to himself while watching her eat her dinner. She was excited, he can tell by the non-stop grinning on her face. She liked being at his place, he knew by the happiness exuding from her very soul. So what the fuck was the problem? His conscience almost laughed at his ludicrous question. He already knew what was going to happen to her. He couldn’t be there to protect her all the time. And if his mother did get her hands on Kagome, what would he do then? Kill his own mother?

Perhaps.

Sesshoumaru!!! His conscience yelled at him for even entertaining such a thought.

He waved his thoughts aside and ponder how he was going to get her out of his place. She didn’t have any clothes to wear since her outfit had been ripped earlier. She couldn’t leave through the front door because she did not sign in. Yet another bothersome issue for living in such a high end, tight security area. It was meant for all the other rich humans who inhabited the building, but he didn’t need such securities. He was more than capable of protecting himself if someone were to break in. If someone dared to break in.

Now what? How am I getting her home? He didn’t want to risk transforming again. His mother would catch it this time for sure, it being so dark outside. And according to the treaty for peaceful inhabitants between humans and Yokais, Yokais are to refrain from using their powers unless in a life threatening situation.

“What’s the matter?” She asked watching the Youkai frowned as he made unhappy faces. Her voice brought him back to the dismal situation.

“Nothing.” He answered. “We need to get you home.” He added.

Her stomach pitched in disappointment, but she dismissed it as pointless. Of course he didn’t want her to spend the night. I need to stop making it seem like there’s more to this relationship than what it really is. Sex. Sex. Sex. She kept telling herself.

“Okay.” She answered trying not to let her voice quiver. She watched as he rose from his seat and went back into his bedroom. He came out with a dress and a ¾ length black coat.

“Here. Put these on when you’re done.” He instructed and walked toward his rooftop balcony.

Another twist of disappointment curled in her guts as she stared at the clothes. “Whom do they belong to?” She asked, as she started to chew her food wildly.

“Doesn’t matter. We can’t send you out looking like that...” he nodded at her sitting in her seat, her knees pulled close to her chest, his dress shirt unbuttoned.

“Oh.” Maybe they’re his girlfriend’s? Or wife? She sighed. Once again she chided herself for thinking she was more special than she really was. “Okay.” She finished her food quickly, drank her juice and went into the bathroom with the dress and coat.

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Sesshoumaru stepped out to his roof as the memories of earlier flashed.

.....flashback.....

He was in his office looking going through his E-mail when he heard the elevator ding on his level. Since the top floor was the large penthouse and he was the only person who owned it, he realized someone had stopped by unexpectedly. Moving swiftly, he closed his bedroom door and opened the front before the bell even rang.

“Ayami,” he greeted, irritation rumbling through his veins.

“Sesshoumaru.” She bowed and let herself in his penthouse. Instantly, she picked up Kagome’s scent.

“Human huh?” She turned to look at him over the shoulder.

He sighed and ignored her question. “Ayami, what are you doing here?”

“Well, damn, good to see you too Sesshoumaru!” She shot him a glare.

“That’s not what I meant.” His features softened realizing he was on the ‘nervous’ angst again.

“Don’t fib Sesshoumaru. I know you too well, I knew what you meant. It’s okay though. Anyway, it’s the second Saturday of the month. I see you once every month remember?” She asked throwing herself onto his couch.

“Damn!” he cursed under his breath.

“Forgot again didn’t you? So, can I at least see what she looks like?” Ayami turned her head and looked at the closed bedroom door.

“Ayami, today is not a good day. Can we do it… tomorrow?” He asked ruffling his bangs. If she didn’t know any better, he looked more like an antsy teenager than a 30 year old DaiYoukai.

Ayami shook her head and her hair swayed, “No way! I cleared my schedule specific every month for this. You know my grandfather has eyes everywhere! This is the only place that he doesn’t spy on, thinking I’m with you! If I leave, what the hell am I going to do?”

“You know, this has got to end soon. I mean, soon they’re going to find out that you and I aren’t really together.” He moved toward the kitchen. “Want a beer?” He offered.

Ayami sighed. “Yeah, but as long as it keeps grandfather off on harping on me about mating then at least I can be myself until then! What about you? Who is this girl? Is she cute?” She asked taking the beer from his hand and went back to sit on the couch.

“None of your concern Ayami!” He grumbled.

“Yeah, but do you even know the look on your face right now? You're worried about your mother finding out aren't you?” Ayami sipped the beer casually.

Silence.

“She’s going to have a lot of fun once she finds out!” Ayami tried not to laugh at the matter. But it was proving to be difficult from the tormented facial expressions he was giving her.

“Ayami, stop.”

She laughed at his quick scowl and rose from her seat and moved to where he was in the kitchen, his palms pressed on the counter as he balanced himself while he leaned over. Ayami placed a sympathetic palm on his shoulder.

“I mean, think about it Sesshoumaru. Your mother is going to have a fit! What will you do then?”

“I haven’t thought much on the matter.” He lied.

“Wow. I didn’t think you were that serious with a human Sesshoumaru. Who is she? How old?” Ayami sipped her beer and stared intently at his bedroom door. The smell of sex pervaded the air.

Sesshoumaru didn’t look at Ayami but he blinked uncomfortably. Growing up with the young wolf demoness she had somehow been a sister to him. Knowing everything about him and she’d even learned to read him like a book. Both families had long waited for them to mate and it was neither of their interest to do so. He’d always regarded her as a younger sister and she, well, had a thing for women. But they played into their families little charade so that they didn’t have to hear the constant pressure of finding a ‘suitable’ mate. He sighed.

“Wow. That young huh?” she acknowledged and he turned his head abruptly. He could never get used to how well she knew him. How is it that he was indifferent to everyone else but her?

“You’re not asking for it but as your ‘sister’ I’m going to give it to you anyway. Think about it Sesshoumaru, she’s young, she’ll still need to live her life out. I mean, have you even told her about what being mated to a DaiYoukai mean? All the rituals and duty that she’d have to bear? And what of your children? You know how rare it is for a human to be able to bear a child from a DaiYoukai. She’d probably die during childbirth!” Ayami gave him her two cents on the matter.

“InuYasha.” He whispered softly.

“Yeah, but Izayoi had the help of a high priestess with her delivery. That priestess is no longer around. That’s not counting your mother either. She’d blow a vein and then kill your little bitch. No way she’s going to have a little hanyou, if your bitch is able to produce one, as her grand-pup.” Ayami pointed out. He already knew all this. It was pointless. It was already too obvious what he had to do.

“Ayami…stop.” His head was spinning. He knew all this. He knew it from day one.

“Fine, but if you’re already like this, I suggest that it’s best for the both of you if you end it soon. Or find a cave to live in because your mother will hunt her to the end of the earth! Don't forget what happened to Izayoi either!” with her beer in hand, she slumped back into the couch again. He remembered it all too well, with Izayoi. His mother had almost killed the woman had his father not arrived in time. From that point on, his mother had refused to talk to his father again. Still marked as his mate yet she refused to be acknowledged as one. The most disgraceful thing a DaiYoukai could go through, but his father had done it for Izayoi, why couldn’t he do it for Kagome?

Because he knew, that his father wouldn’t hesitate to take his mother’s life if she’d killed Izayoi. He, on the other hand, as a son, could never act so dishonorably nor impiously.....

His decision weighed heavily on his mind. He knew what he had to do. His decision was going to be hard for both of them...

.....end flashback.....

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Sesshoumaru came back inside after he heard the bathroom door open and closing. She came out looking exactly as she had gone in.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“I don’t know whose these are, but I don’t want them and I’m not going to wear them.” She said affirmatively and tossed the garments on the couch.

He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t like what she was assuming. That the clothes belonged to Ayami, to make it look like they actually spent time together, but he couldn’t bring himself to explain to her how tedious matters within a DaiYokai’s clan were. He sighed instead, “Kagome, you need to put something on, you can’t just leave looking…like…” he eyed her up and down in his dress shirt. Damn, she looked so fucking fine, it took everything in him not to pounce at her.

“Well, maybe…” she began, her miko power glowing. She was angry. “Maybe you shouldn’t have ripped my clothes then we wouldn’t have an issue here Sesshoumaru!!” She hissed through her teeth.

“I…” He paused, knowing she was right, but at the same time he didn’t really have a counter argument either. His pulse accelerated, his features harden as he wasn’t sure how to tell her of his intentions. So he decided to just come out with it.

“Kagome, this isn’t a good idea anymore. I believe we’re getting too carried away.” He said flatly.

She grimaced at his statement. She knew it all along, and although the disappointment of the reality pitted her guts and knocked the air out of her lungs, she realized that she had to come to terms of what had to come. Better sooner than later, she thought. So, she nodded softly, biting on her tongue as not to cry.

“Can…can…” she inhaled deeply. “Can you at least take me home?” She asked, her voice was slightly above a whisper.

He walked toward her and tried to gather her in his arms. But she pushed him away. “I just want to go home.”

He wrapped his trench coat around her and guided her out to the balcony. He knew transforming again would have his mother suspicious but it didn’t matter. He had ended it so there was no need to fear what she would do anymore. Right?

So he did, and carried her toward her apartment and they stood almost cramped on her little ‘terrace’. She looked up at him, the tears brimming around her eyes.

“Why, Sesshoumaru?” She asked in a whisper.

He felt a knife stabbed straight through his gut by her question. Why? He wanted the same answer himself. Cupping her chin up he stared into her eyes. Oh, how he loved her! But it was for her own good! It wasn't fair for her to be with him!

Without saying anything, he bent down and kissed her lips. Softly brushing his against hers, the faint heat of his breathing warmed her cold soul. She closed her eyes and her tears ran down her cheeks. Using both thumbs he wiped her tears away.

Sesshoumaru pulled back, and looked at her one last time. She was so beautiful. So innocent. So young. So human. So fragile!!!!

It took him more effort than he wanted to turn from her and leaped off her little balcony. She watched after him, as he walked slowly down the alley home. She blinked and the tears rolled down her face. Grabbing onto the railing, she called after him, “Please don’t leave, Sesshoumaru…” She thought she saw his step halted but realized her tears had played tricks on her as she slumped into a little ball, held onto the metal rails and was left staring at him as he walked out, his strides long and sinuous and his silver hair melted into the darkness.

He heard her begging him to stop, his steps halted for a second and quickly he picked up his speed again to leave. He couldn’t risk her life for what he wanted. She was too young to understand the depths of things. She would need to find someone her age to love.

It was late in the night. He lied to himself before he kissed her good-bye, one final time.

She cried.