Pure Evil

See, I'm trying to make up for not uploading for a long time. I have given three chapters already. There just might be a fourth.

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Pure Evil Hojo

Kagome felt an incredible headache pounding in her skull. Unfortunately the damn phone refused to obey her command of shutting the hell up. What was it about stop that it didn’t understand?

Sesshoumaru shifted beside her on the bed. Of course he spent the night, he always stayed with her when he came to town. She couldn’t let her friends know that he was here because they most likely would tell Hojo, or threaten to. She sighed. Why was life so hard?

She picked up the phone. “Hello,” she croaked.

“Kagome, I’m glad I got you. I just got the strangest message from Sango telling me that I had to come back here urgent. So I was wondering if everything was okay with you at home. I know she’d only call because of you.”

Kagome bit back her snarl at Sango. What the hell was she thinking? Sesshoumaru was now sitting up in bed glaring at the phone. He hated the sound of Hojo’s voice already. The boy was too wholesome for his own good.

“I’m fine Hojo, though I do miss you. I really don’t want that case you are trying to hand off to me.”

Sesshoumaru shifted closer to Kagome who tried to push him away. But of course he wouldn’t have it. He shifted again until he was kneeling between her thighs. Kagome looked at him warily. Something was up with him now; she just knew it.

“Honey, it’s just until I get back, which is in a few days. You can be nice that long right.”

Kagome gasped as she felt the rough tongue of Sesshoumaru against her nether lips. “Kagome?” Hojo was saying on the other end.

Kagome couldn’t speak as Sesshoumaru suckled her nub hard, grazing it with his fangs to keep her off balance. “I can’t,” she cried.

“Kagome are you feeling well?” What could she tell him? Hojo I have to go because me best friend is devouring my pussy. Sesshoumaru wasn’t being gentle this time. He wanted her distracted from the boy.

Yes, he admitted, part of him was a bit jealous that Kagome paid attention to another male, but it did not change the fact that she was his. His tongue went on autopilot, continuously striking at her clit.

It was so swollen and red from all his work earlier, but she could handle it. His Kagome could handle anything he dished out. He held her hips down, eyes boring holes in her blues ones, daring her to hold her conversation with Hojo.

Kagome grunted as if in pain. “I’m fine…just fine.”

“Oh,” Hojo was too trusting. “Well Sango mentioned something about you having a friend in town, that guy Sesshoumaru.”

Kagome told all of her friends to never talk about Sesshoumaru in front of Hojo. They all agreed that Hojo was too much an innocent to hear about Kagome’s troubles with her friend.

Hojo only knew that Sesshoumaru was considered her best friend. He didn’t realize that Sesshoumaru took Kagome’s virginity long before she slept with Koga. For all Hojo knew, Sesshoumaru could be a saint.

Kagome hated Sango for putting Hojo in her business when it came to Sesshoumaru, who of course at this moment grew tired of giving her oral pleasure and instead began thrusting into her waiting channel.

He had her hips settled over his, so he could have a good position to do what he wanted to her without her getting away from him. He pulled out, teasing her with his wide cock head before plunging back in. It was so good.

“Yes,” she growled more to Sesshoumaru than in answering Hojo. It was all she could do not to pant.

“Will he still be there when I get back? I’ve always wanted to meet your best friend. You never talk enough about him for me to feel as if I really know him. Maybe he’ll want to be my best man? What do you think?”

‘It’ll be the coldest day in hell,’ Sesshoumaru growled mentally. Kagome wasn’t walking down the isle and that was it. Once Sesshoumaru decided on her actions, she followed. She would follow this time as well.

Kagome clenched her teeth. “Talk…later.”

“I bet you’re tired,” Hojo said gently. “I’ll call tomorrow when you’ve had a good night’s sleep. You know what, I’ll give you the day off tomorrow, how is that?” Kagome made a strange sound in her throat. “It’s settled then, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

He hung up without allowing her the chance to say anything. Sesshoumaru took the phone away from her. “Now that I know you don’t have to leave,” he said before he began ramming into her tight heat.

“Mine,” he hissed darkly to her. She nodded, as she had no other choice left to her. Besides it was true. She belonged to him.

~*~

Sango called Kagome first thing in the morning. Kagome still lay in Sesshoumaru’s arms, finally able to rest for more than only a few moments. She did not want her rest disturbed by her supposed friend.

“What the hell is wrong with you Sango?” Kagome hissed. “Why did you tell Hojo Sesshoumaru is in town?”

“Because he needs to come home before you are tempted by Sesshoumaru. Kagome you cannot let that demon continue to ruin your life. Every guy you have ever dated, he’s run away. At least if Hojo is home then you will not be obligated to spend time with Sesshoumaru.”

“Sango Hojo knows nothing about Sesshoumaru. He wants to make Sesshoumaru his best man at the wedding. As far as he’s concerned since Sesshoumaru is my best friend, he’s perfect to play the chaperone.”

Sango was quiet for a long time. She hadn’t thought of any of that. She simply wanted Sesshoumaru to leave Kagome the hell alone. She knew nothing about the real situation between them.

She came to one conclusion, “You have to tell Hojo.”

Kagome immediately shook her head, “I can’t. Hojo would never understand the situation. You know how he feels about anything of a sexual nature.”

“Kagome you used to think that way too. What the hell happened to you anyway?”

‘Obviously Sango’s never been fucked in the ass before.’ Sometimes Kagome wondered why she remained friends with her group. Sango was too judgmental at times. Inuyasha was just an ass most of the time, while secretly she had a lot more in common with Miroku, she wasn’t nearly as open about the things she’d done sexually.

And all of them understood nothing about what she had with Sesshoumaru. It wasn’t like with Naraku where she was unaware of his nature and got the biggest surprise of her life. Kagome knew fully well what Sess was about and accepted the consequences of choosing to allow him ownership of her.

He ruled her life. If he told her to kill herself she would…she almost did because Sesshoumaru asked her to. He hadn’t meant it, but he so emotionally bruised her that she believed he wanted that of her.

She fought the tears. Sesshoumaru hadn’t wanted her death. He’d been angry with her that she actually had the nerve to date Inuyasha when he forbid her to do it. They had a huge fight and he said the words that almost took her life.

You don’t go through that and not be bound to the person who did it to you. “Sango, think of the men I’ve come into contact with. Do you really have to ask why I’m not so innocent anymore? I know you are trying to protect me, but you have to let me deal with Sesshoumaru. Hojo’s too pure to know about Sesshoumaru. I would like to keep it that way, so please stop calling my fiancé. Let me handle this.”

She knew Sango frowned. Kagome could not handle Sesshoumaru otherwise he would be out of her life for good. They both knew it, but in different ways. Kagome heard her friend sigh on the other line. “Listen, I just don’t want you to lose the best thing that has ever happened to you. Hojo is a good man. Sesshoumaru will find a way to fuck it up. Mark my words, Kagome. You know they are true.”

A thought came to Kagome, a thought she had been thinking more about as it grew close to the wedding. “What if it is not meant for me? Just because he’s good doesn’t mean he’s meant for me.”

Her destiny never seemed to fit with Hojo. She couldn’t bear his children. She couldn’t bear any child as long as she was with any male who was not Sesshoumaru. Any child would look like Sesshoumaru.

Hojo wanted a family, hell so did she. “Look Sango. I need to get some sleep.”

“Why didn’t you sleep last night,” she asked suspiciously.

“Because Sesshoumaru is being sued,” she snapped. “I’ll talk to you later.”

She hung up before Sango could reply. “I’ve always hated that wench,” Sesshoumaru said from his side of the bed. Kagome shrugged.

“She’s my friend, not yours. Besides you know the feeling is mutual.” She lay back, hoping Sesshoumaru’s beast was sated enough to leave her alone for a few hours. She was too sore to think about having sex ever again.

“I’ve always wondered,” she said suddenly. “You call me a bitch, but you always call Sango a wench. Why, the difference? Why do I get the worse name?”

Sesshoumaru pulled her head to lie on his chest. She felt his easy breathing and felt the steady beating of his heart. It was times like these when she felt almost, nice about Sesshoumaru. “Bitch is a term of endearment. You are my bitch, my lover, and my friend. I’d trust you above all other females.”

“Hojo should be back in a few days. I don’t think it will be proper for you to stay here.”

Sesshoumaru ignored her reservations. He did not smell Hojo’s scent permeating anything in Kagome’s home. They were safe enough to do as they pleased in her home. Kagome just wanted to see if she could use an excuse to get rid of him.

He rubbed the back of her neck; across the scar he’d given her years ago. She shuddered. “You are mine to do with as I please. Hojo is not to come up here at all during my visit. Get rid of him any way you can. If he sets one foot inside that door you will be punished.”

Kagome nodded, her body feeling the effects of his mark. “Of course. Whatever you say.”