With Love

Chapter Seven: Auction


Warning: Some sexual content


A/N: To reply to some reviews: No, Kurama is just Kurama, he didn't have his 1000+ years as Youko since this is an AU. Also, as far as Kikyo and Keiko are considered I have not gone into them because they were merely filler characters no one of great importance. It's taking time and effort just to focus on the three main pairings. My brain would implode trying to discuss characters that don't matter in this case or have much to do with the plot line. As far as Botan/Naraku more of them will be coming up but at this point in time they aren't a big factor in the story, not until later. But I'd like to thank everyone that has reviewed so far.


“So what made you decide to go into business for yourself?” Botan pulled her wrap closer around her shoulders. The temperature had dropped drastically. She looked up at the man strolling beside her. It’d taken him calling three times but she’d given in and accepted a date. Not often she got asked out by an older man. Not to mention he was Yusuke’s older brother. The wind played with his long hair as they hit the patch of sand that would take them on the beach.


“I don’t like listening to others.” Naraku responded in honesty. This girl was hard to pin down, even for a date. It was worth the effect, she was pleasant company. She was wearing the female version of a suit. She looked astounding in it with her hair piled high on her head. Dinner had been quiet as they got use to each other. No wonder Kurama was failing miserably. The girl was a tough one to crack. Beneath the goofy exterior he sensed something that was fierce. “Figured the only way to make my own schedule and work at my own pace was to do so. When the building went up for sell, I went for it. Took some haggling to get the loan approved but was worth it.”


“Oh my, you’re the Naraku!” Botan laughed at his odd expression. “The one written on the bathroom walls. Rumors still go on about you. Let’s see, what are some of my favorite. You seduced a teacher right there on her desk at the school. You broke into the principle’s house and stole his cat. After sleeping with his wife. You filled the gym with some kind of gas that caused the whole pep rally to start puking. You were caught as the head of a drug ring right there on campus. Please tell me you really didn’t sleep with the man’s wife. Ewwww!”


“I did not but I did steal the cat and raided his stash. Got about three hundred that night. I would have done the cat before his wife.” Naraku was going to have to go repaint some walls. Six years after he graduated and they were still talking about him. Wait was his number still on the walls? “If my number is on the walls then why haven’t you called me before now?”


“Maybe because I’m looking for more than just a good time.” Botan felt the sand shift under her feet. His number had been taken down her freshman year but that didn’t change the fact. She could remember walking into the bathroom and hearing a group of girl’s giggling about who should be the one to call him. She hadn’t called because she wasn’t into phoning guys that she didn’t know.


“Perhaps you shouldn’t listen to idle gossip. Half of what you hear is exaggeration. Do you think I took calls from females I didn’t know or that my number would still be the same?” He tried to smile at her reassuringly. She didn’t need to know that he had taken a few calls right after graduating. The better she thought of him the sooner he could win the bet.


“Call it a hunch. I’m sure it was the same until you moved out. After all you are Yusuke’s brother and he seems to have taken after you. The regular bad boy, must run in the family.” Except he was a lot better looking that Yusuke. His face was sensual while Yusuke’s was more boyish. She studied his face, that was it. He was like a mix between Yusuke and Kurama. Did that make him perfect? Bad boy syndrome mixed with man whore. She really knew how to pick them.


“I think he is just trying to outdo me. Everyone grows up eventually, even me. I haven’t been in trouble in over two years, not with the law.” His brow lifted when she reached for his hand. He hadn’t held a hand in years, not since junior high. He’d been too busy holding other anatomy parts in high school and since. He let the show of affection stay as they strolled along the surf. “Why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself?”

“Woah!” Sango just knew she was going to kill someone before the day was up as the table shifted towards them. Her and Kagome raced for it at the same time. With a slight wobble it settled back into place. The pieces were safe and she now needed a stiff drink. “If one thing gets broken I won’t be held accountable for my actions. One of Taki’s pieces has already been turned into an ashtray. Why did he have to put me in charge?” Where was Karasu at? She needed someone to strangle. Probably off flirting with some unwilling male.


“Because you are good with this crap.” Kagome straightened the pieces and smiled. “Come on smile. We might make some money here. I’m going to need it.” Kagome ran a finger over the piece near her hand. It was the one she liked best. Sango had turned clay into a black dragon. The barbed tail was lifted, it’s chest erect as if ready to breathe fire. Shame it had been picked to be sold. “Makes me think of Hiei for some reason.”


“Okay, so how is that going?” Sango was going to assume as well as her and Kurama. Neither had time to themselves for weeks. Next week was Christmas, another lonely holiday. Sango had seen him in the halls and class but it wasn’t enough. He’d called a few times in which they talked for hours. That was until Karasu’s client decided to host an auction for young artists. Something to promote and encourage the talent of the younger generation. So each student was asked to try and produce ten new pieces. Which meant no social life and crawling into bed exhausted. “Shit, do you see that? It’s chipped, better put it in the car. We can’t sell faulty or damaged merchandise.”


“No, we can’t” Kagome wanted to kiss her. She snatched the flawless sculpture and scrambled. “How about the piece with the lady holding the fox? Shall we take that off as well?” It would be a shame since Sango seemed not to want to part with it. She wanted to point out that even thought the lady’s head was bent there was no denying whom it was meant to be.


“It stays, now go. I’ll log that down.” Sango wouldn’t keep the piece, she made a duplicate. She needed some coffee. If she didn’t calm down she’d need a cigarette and a cold beer. After today she’d have some free time. Would Kurama still want to take her out? Or had he found a new girl to interest him? Just because they spoke on the phone didn’t mean he still wanted to take her out. If she didn’t have hopes then why had she made him something? Cause she was an idiot. There would be coffee and pastries served while prospective buyers went over the goods. Then an auction would be held. Nothing expensive but twenty could be a lot to a young adult.


“There you are sweetie.” Karasu came in the room fanning himself. “We are about to open and there is a really hot young thing out there in the main room looking for you.” He was practically drooling. To be young, “oh that one would be yummy. Your tastes have improved girl. Is he straight? Wait, where did my dragon go?”


“Oh, it got chipped on the way here. I had Kagome remove it. The red is still here.” Sango hoped he bought it. Who was waiting on her? She hadn’t asked anyone to stop by. Karasu said yummy so it had to be male. Please don’t let it be Miroku. That man had called her everyday this week. As if offering to be a sponsor would get him in her panties. “Everything is ready. I’m going to get me some coffee and see who is here.”


A crowd was already coming into the viewing rooms. She searched the crowd and looked for someone familiar. It wasn’t getting her anywhere. Karasu could have gotten a name or a description. Taki came up to her to give her the same message but was kind enough to point the person out. She felt like a huge anvil had just dropped on her hopes. A warped smile appeared inviting Miroku to come to her. That’s what she got for being stupid. Why would she think Kurama would come see her? “Miroku, hi.”


Kagome hummed to herself ignoring the pleading look Sango kept sending her way. Let the girl stew for a few more. There was so many people she didn’t think she could breathe. Had an hour gone by already? Must have because they were calling for the auction to begin. Time to save the day. She straightened her tie and went to the needy girl. “Sorry, it’s time and we’ll be needing her.”


Sango felt her ire seethe as Kagome started giggling. “I’m going to kill you. I tried so many times to get away. How the hell did you manage to brush him off?” She should have stayed in the back. Now she had a migraine and bleeding ears.


“I kicked him in the goods, try it.” Kagome took them to the lounge. The males were doing the duty of handling the pieces. “Lets get some coffee. Girl talk is needed. With the way you ran out there I was expecting Kurama to be out there.”


“So was I, fool that I am. It was the hound not the fox. Oh my Kagome, he asked me to a Christmas party. I told him no but I don’t think he’s going to accept it. A kick in the balls huh. I’ll try that next time.” She sat back in the chair. Hopefully the bidding wouldn’t take long. They had a break from school also. It meant not seeing Kurama. Should she call him this week and see what he was up to?


“Think Kurama will call you this week?” Kagome reached for a brownie. “This is so going to go to my ass. I’m thinking about calling Hiei. I got him something for Christmas. Not much but I want to give it to him. Not sure how he’ll react to it. What if he doesn’t like it?”


“Just give him something else.” Sango grunted as the hand hit her thigh. Sounded good to her. “Well, you done gave your most precious gift to Inuyasha. Though my mother says it don’t count if you don’t orgasm.” Then in both ways she was still one. She’d gotten curious lately and touched herself. It had made her feel stupid for wanting to fantasize about someone. So the Big O hadn’t been obtained. Not like she knew what she was doing.


“I’m considering it. The problem is I don’t want to do it for the sake of a bet.” The whole thing was getting confusing. Last week the fire apparition had taken up to walking her to class. A part of it might have to do with Inuyasha bugging her. Yusuke must have said something to his friend. “He’s not very talkative but I like his company.”


“So then do it because you want to. To be honest I’m not really worried about the bet. I’m finding I’m starting to like Kurama. Then again he isn’t trying to seduce me. So I’m seeing a side of him most females don’t get to see. Who am I kidding? I’ve seen all his sides. The good, the bad and the ugly.” She paused when the door opened. “And hell Karasu, ready to die? Don’t look at me like that you know what for. You sent me out there to endure over an hour of that man’s bullshit. Next time I moved to Tahiti.”


“Um okay,” Karasu grinned. Well if Sango didn’t want the man perhaps he could be persuaded to try the other side. “I came to tell you that all your pieces sold, we are on the paintings. Really girl, he was nice on the eyes. Those green eyes made me squirm. Not to mention the hair. Not everyday you find a man with hair that red. If you don’t want him then mind if I try?”


“What?” Sango jumped out of the chair. Kurama had been the one. “You lose a testicle later.” She went to the auction room first peering inside, no Kurama. A few chairs were empty. Fuck! Maybe he hadn’t left yet. She ran outside to the parking lot and didn’t see him. Almost giving up she went around the building into the back parking lot. She had to force herself to walk. He was leaning against her car smoking.


Kurama glanced up hearing her approaching. She was coming towards him in a uniform. The grey pants were loose, the dress shirt plain white accented only by a grey tie. Her hair was pulled back today. She looked cute and fetching in the get up. But he already knew this. He’d watched her while she spoke to Miroku. Was she interested in the older man? He shifted and contained the surge of jealousy. Let her be with who she wanted, they weren’t fucking. Even if it came to that he wanted no commitments.


She felt her heart jump when he smiled. Would he be upset about waiting so long? “Sorry, Karasu told me someone was waiting, I assumed it was Miroku.” She was glad that he’d come. Why had he though? “Did you see anything you liked? I’m assuming you came to buy.” If not she sounded really lame. Damn, he looked good. The blue jeans were hugging him. She swore to herself catching her gaze lingering south. That was the jeans making that large bulge right.


“Yes and no. I did purchase something but I came to see you. Since we have a break from school I wanted to see if you had any free time.” He couldn’t explain the need for her company. Ever since the kiss she’d invaded his mind ninety instead of fifty percent of the time. “I have family coming down this week but would you like to go out on Saturday? It’s two days after the holidays I know. I’d like to take you out regardless.” Would she accept?


“Pick me up at seven? Will it be casual?” She reached up to grab a loose piece of hair. It kept her hand busy, she was nervous. The cigarette was flicked away and towards the building. Her stomach tightened when he reached for her. She went willingly to him. The warmth of him radiated in waves. Would he kiss her again?


“Casual but warm and I’ll be there at seven.” He slid a hand to cup her face. He wanted to ask what was between her and the other male? She’d get pissed at him for invading her privacy. He wasn’t going to commit just to her so he wouldn’t ask it of her. She turned into the touch, it was enough. Was it as good as he remembered? She turned her face into the kiss. His breath caught at the faint touch.


Sango was close to swooning so he placed tiny butterfly kisses over her lips. There were nothing chaste about them. Each one ignited a spark in her lower region. At the first feel of tongue she opened to seek the slick heat. It was granted in a rush of intense probing. Tongues clashed and the distance closed. Her pulse quickened feeling the hardness pressing along her stomach. Her mind went into instant overload. Her groin ached with need. That had to be what she thought it was. To be sure she rubbed against the surface of his jeans. Was he excited because of her?


“Well I’ll be damned!” Karasu smiled as the two broke apart. “I need you Sango and not in the same way as Red. We need to clean up soon and I’ll need you to do the tally for me.” He eyed the flushed face and swollen lips. “Bitch, should have taken the other one. Had to go after the one I wanted.”


Kurama didn’t miss how the man looked him over, that had to be the teacher. Explained the comment. His tightened his hold, “Not yet.” He directed a heated look towards the man watching them. Sango made things worse as she moved and brushed against his erection. The thin man laughed but went back inside. No one else was in the parking lot. The only ones that would be coming out that door were employees and the art students. Hopefully they’d be busy for a bit.


Sango felt her knees give out when a hand went for the buttons of her pants. It was unsnapped before her brain would focus. “Wait, we can’t.” His mouth was back on her, his free hand on her waist. She didn’t fail to notice he now had her turned at an angle. No one coming out the door could see the hand parting her zipper. All protest left as he claimed her mouth. The thickness of him rubbed into the side of her stomach. The hand cupped her sex. What was he going to do? “Kurama?”


He heard the question in her voice. He was rock hard, so hard it hurt. There was no time to finish it but he wanted to touch her. “You’ve just felt the proof of my lie. It is obvious that I want you. I think it’s only fair to see if I have the same effect on you. Don’t worry I won’t go underneath the panties.” She nodded weakly and he almost lost it. He nibbled on her bottom lip. She had to know that he already felt the evidence. His finger pressed into the cotton, it was already soaked from her. “Mhmm, you’re wet.”


Sango didn’t need to be told. The material was sliding along her folds more than it rubbed. The ache was very painful. He was damn good with his hands. She moaned into his mouth feeling the pressure against her hidden spot. It was her undoing, her legs parted wider. A fingertip played with the edge of the material. Her breathing became ragged pants as he teased her. The tension was building inside, she wanted him to touch her. “Please.”


His cock jerked at the plea. Instead of bending her over the car he dipped his finger under the seam. Slick heat trailed the fingertip. The folds were drenched in arousal. It’d be so easy to shove his cock deep and fast. Her own fingers clenched his sweater as his found her clit. His lips and tongue went to work on her neck. He left her mouth free, letting the small little noises escape. Each one had him rubbing and coaxing more from the girl.


Sango ceased thinking, lost in the sensations he was creating. The liquid heat churned as more pressure was applied. It was completely different from when she had explored. Hot breath caressed her neck. She cried out as the knot twisted in a mind shattering explosion. The tension snapped causing waves of pleasure to course through her body. With each contraction she jerked against him.


“Sango.” He placed a kiss on the shell of ear. She moaned as he dipped his finger down. The orgasm had her covered. It was hard to control himself. The folds parted, willing to let him enter. Taking a deep breath he pulled his hand free. “The next time I touch you like that I will take you regardless of where we are. You better head inside before someone comes and gets you.”

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