For The Love of Money

My summary was pretty lame, but the story makes up for it, anyway here you all are, and I'll be updating my other stories later on this week ok.

Disclaimer- I own nothing, well other than Ivy *roar*
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Kagome watched him as she pulled up her skirt fastening the back. His golden eyes glowed in the darkness of the motel room reflecting the lights of the city. She felt sick, but took slow breaths to calm herself. Lighting the cigarette in his mouth the room quickly filled up with a smoky cherry scent. His jeans were the only thing he had on, well those and the sliver ring on his finger. She glanced down at her hand looking at her own ring. Husband and wife, it was for real now. He belonged to her and she belonged to him. Still the sick feeling didn't fade away. He stood on the baloney of the room looking up at the stars.

"You ok?" Her head lifted looking at the man she loved with all her heart.

"Um, yeah...just a bit uncomfortable. That's all." She shifted on the bed grabbing her bra.

"You'll get used to it..."he took a long drag, blowing the smoke from his nose.

"Did you have to be so rough? It... it was my first time."

"That's what you get when you marry a demon." He growled looking at the cars parked along the street.

"...Half demon." She whispered.

"What did you say!?" He turned on her so fast she never say it coming.

"No...nothing Inuyasha." She winced.

"Love, honor, and obey, bitch. Don't you forget that!" He leaned forward towering over her body.

His eyes grew dark with lust and he growled shoving her back down on the mattress. He crawled on top of her, the scent of her fear only feeding his need. His claws dragged along her bare legs, leaving thin red blood streaks.

"Take it off..." He demanded.

"But, I'm still hurting from the first two times..." She pleaded.

"What did I say?" He growled his fangs growing in length.

"Yes, Inuyasha..." She looked away from him as her hands undid her skirt, letting him pull it down to the floor.

"It's been so long..." He groaned inhaling her scent.

His tongue traced her collarbone, sucking on the skin of her neck. His growls sent shivers though her every time, partly from pleasure, partly from fear. It wasn't supposed to be like that, the whole day he was sweet, loving, everything she wanted. Then once the wedding was over, he changed. Into something dark and evil, she cried out when his claws dug into her thigh making her bleed slightly. His voice was so dark it didn't even sound like the demon she married, he'd order her to undo his pants. Doing as she was told they dropped to the floor in a heap. Forcing her legs open she took a deep breath.

Kagome closed her eyes hoping he was right and that she would get use to his touch, and soon. She couldn't take the pain much more.

Though in another place far away, two people had a totally different understanding of the word pain. The bathroom walls were covered with red handprints. The mirror was smashed, and her body was pressed hard against the cold wet tiles of the shower. She screamed out loud as his claws ripped at her flesh with a need to be farther inside her. Once again he slammed into her tight spot growling like a wild dog. She clenched a fist full of hair in her clawed hands, each thrust grew more intense than the last as they fought for dominance. His shower floor was stained with their blood as it spilled from their bodies. She begged him to go faster, harder. She couldn't get enough. He was more than willing to go at this all night.

Hair was plastered to their skin, sweat mixed with blood. Both red-eyed demons howled as they climaxed for the seventh time that night. If he hadn't been holding her, she'd of fallen right there. She was panting hard, her head cloudy her body weak. The water had long turned cold, and it suited them both just fine. His arms wrapped around her waist, massaging her ass to his liking. She growled low against his chest showing her approval. Still buried deep within, one of her legs hung around his waist. A claw traced the violet strips that lay on his waistline. He lazily licked the side of her face, nuzzling her gently. Lavender eyes gazed up at the demon over her body, leaning up she stole a kiss with her tongue racing along his lower lip. He opened up to her.

She had no chance in hell in winning dominance with this male, she'd fight to the death, but he'd proven who was in control. So his tongue ruled over hers until someone knocked on his front door. Cursing all seven hells he pulled back.

"Don't...they'll go away... I need you." She spun a sliver strand of hair around her finger.

"I'm not done with you yet. I'll only be a moment."

"I want you like this...let me get it."

"You don't live here. I do."

"Your point being?" She smirked pressing her breast against his chest.

"Fine...you have two minutes, before I get out."

"Deal." She lowered her leg, both whimpered as their connection was broken.

He pulled away watching the vixen grab a towel that had fallen to the floor in the heat of things. The damn thing was too small showing the golden tan of flesh right under her sweet ass, he growled making his point clear, and she nodded. Her tail swayed behind her as she exited the bathroom. The hall was destroyed, as was the living room. With a smirk she thought of the fun they had only a while ago. Her chest was hardly concealed in this damn towel. The man needed a woman in his life, who in the hell buys small ass towels? Nothing on that man was small at all! She undid the locks, turning the doorknob. Her eyes meet deep purple, must have been three shades deeper than her own lilac eyes. His silky black hair was pulled back into a tiny ponytail, and he looked confused, yet the light bulge in his pants said other wise. Her tail flicked with annoyance. So he was to blame for ruining her shower fun.

"May I help you?" Her tone was sharp and to the point, she did have two minutes.

"Is... I mean...does Sesshomaru Takahashi live here?" He stammered.

"And you would be?" She placed a hand on the doorframe glaring.

"Miroku... friend of the family." He laughed nervously.

"I see...he's busy." She went to close the door but his hand stopped her.

"I need to speak with him, it's very important!" She could see the urgency in his eyes and before she could answer a strong arm pulled her back.

Her body heated knowing the cause of her reacting, the guy had a touch that could melt butter just by looking at it. She shivered, feeling the muscles of his chest though the thin towel. Wetness seeped from her womanhood, and she could feel his erection coming on hard and fast in that damn towel around his waist. A woman had to love male demons; they knew your ass was aroused before you even did. That and they didn't waste time taking care of the problem. Still they had guest. Not too smart for him, intruding on two dog demons when they were in heat.

"Miroku?" He wasn't happy to see the guy either, not when he was wet, half-naked, and trying to get some much needed lovin'.

"I can see that you're busy, but I have to talk with you." He was talking to Sesshomaru, but looking at his new friend.

"Come back on Tuesday." He growled, their heat cycle would end by then.

"That's two days from now, he'll leave Japan by then!" He shouted in protest.

"..." Sesshomaru paused; he looked down at her vixen in his arm, then to Miroku.

"Forty-five years Miroku." He frowned, holding the woman closer.

"I know but this will only take a few seconds."

"Did I mention almost fifty years...and I'm in heat and she is too!" He was pouting slightly.

"Hey." They both looked at the female.

"Talk to him, I'll be around when you get done." She held his cheek placing hot kiss on his lips to remind him of what he had waiting.

"Four minutes...tops." She smirked pulling out of his grasping heading to the bedroom.

He turned and glared at Miroku, "You got four minutes...start talking."

"He escaped. Three days ago, from jail. No one can find him, and now Kagome's gone missing too." He looked razed.

"So he got out...he doesn't get shit if his not mated, or married in your case."

"Yeah...Kagome got away and called Sango...they got married today."

"Shit." Sesshomaru crossed his arms over his chest.

"He'll get his share now...and then he'll be coming for you."

"I spent forty-five years behind bars because of him, and his damn quest for the jewel. That's why he married Kagome. She had no idea that's all he wants from her."

"Poor Kagome."

"Poor Kagome... poor me. If Inuyasha gets his share of the money our father left us, he'll also get the sword as well. He'll go after Naraku for Kikyo, and then I'll get stuck cleaning up the mess once again."

"He feels it's his fault. He never meant for her to get hurt. He just wanted a miko to get the jewel and a wife for the money. Fifty years in jail and you think he'd learn something."

"Come back Tuesday, we'll figure something out then."

"Why not now?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"Your times up..." With that he slammed the door shut.

"Nasty, horny bastard. I understand you have fifty years of sex to make up for, but geez."

Sesshomaru leaned against the doorway of his apartment. He'd been so busy trying to rebuild the life his little brother had torn apart, that women were just in the way. Yet tonight he couldn't let this one just walk out of his life. She sat there alone at the bar, elbows on the table a beer in hand. Her black cotton skirt was hiked up to her highs, her white halter two size too small, making her breast too good to be true. Those black heels with sexy black-seamed stockings, what was it about women with black-seamed stockings that turned him on? Depressed and in heat, yet through the self-pity look she was trying to give, he could feel the fire burning inside her. Every woman had it, a dark desire to be ravaged, dominated, and controlled. She not only wanted it, she needed it. It was those types of women he liked, they were fun. They were easily to break, then leave. Though once he got her in the apartment, and went of her, she was no pushover. The bitch was evil! Satin in disguise those eyes, those fangs, and then her body. It was a wonder neither one of them were in one piece. She tore at him from top to bottom, and he beat her ass until she willing to submit! Though that took a good five hours, but finally...she did. Not willing, but she did. Now he'd awaken her fire, and there was no putting this flame out.

She'd felt a power in her that she had forgotten, and primal desire that had to be fulfilled. She'd had a taste of true demon passion and was hooked on it. Just like he was hooked on her. She was the first woman he'd had in fifty years. He could understand how his brother felt...it was bad. Kagome would be in pain for weeks, he personally would have killed her, yet that's why he stuck with his own kind. A female demon knew what to expect, and how to handle it. Inuyasha should have found some demon whore to take his lust out on, before going after Kagome.

"You call that four minutes..." She rolled over, her body being held up by her elbows.

"Hey...what's your name?" All this time, and he'd never asked.

"Kind of late now...don't you think?" She smirked her tail flopped on the bed.

"You know mine..."

"Cause 'Miroku' told me." She cooed, her fingers removed the towel.

"I want your name bitch." She liked the name, he could see it in her eyes. She liked dirty talk.

"No." She ran her hand over her breast her claws danced over the tender flesh; his claw marks still covered her body.

"Don't test me..."

"I wouldn't think of it...Sesshomaru." Why did that sound so naughty coming from her mouth?

"You, don't have permission to say that name." He moved closer to her, watching her hands closely.

"Then you can't touch." She frowned, her other hand slide down the valley of her breasts over belly button.

Her fingertips brushed over her sex, and she moaned from her own touch. Sesshomaru watched with hungry eyes, she'd pay for this, he'd see to it. Her fingers rubbed her clit up and down, in circles before she'd pull back rubbing her lower lips only to do it again. Her hand moved over to the other breast, her head resting back on the pillow, golden hair fanned out across the silk sheets. Her black roots looked like pure ink to him, even her tail started off jet-black then faded to a golden blonde color. Finally she ended her flirtatious play, and forced three fingers inside of herself with one thrust. She cried out his name, as she picked up the pace. Her legs parted, allowing her scent to take Sesshomaru to a whole new level. Her juices ran from her sex, dripping to the sheets below.

"Don't...waste...it..." He groaned his eyes bleed crimson and he moved towards his prey.

He caressed her lonely breast, and she slapped him hard leaving gashes in his cheek, Sesshomaru growled, and stabbed her side with his claws. She screamed in pain, but as she went to stop her motions, he gripped her hand forcing her to continue.

"I said don't touch!" She snarled.

"You belong to me; I can do whatever I want, in my house, to my bitch. But fine...you don't want me to touch...you'll beg me too soon enough." He smirked shifting his body weight to in between her legs.

Releasing her hand, she still worked her hands trying to find completion. He removed his towel and her eyes fell on his rock hard cock. She whimpered as his hand gripped him fully, as his thumb rubbed the tip spreading the bead of moisture that had formed from her actions. She meet his crimson eyes with her own, his little stab attack had stirred her blood without her knowing. His hand pumped his cock; with her rhythm she set for herself. Her eyes never left his, and they stared at each other, pushing the other to the edge. Their scents grew stronger as tension raised to new levels. They moved faster, and she leaned back putting her knees up. Lying over her, his knees kept him up and his free hand braced the top half of his body over her's. If he did release it be right into her womanhood. The fucking-bastard, she growled. He lowered his head, hovering over her neck and shoulder. His breath hot against the sweat soaked skin.

She was trying to hold out, as was he. Both were so close to climaxing, but they didn't want the other to win.

"I'll give it to you...if you tell me your name." He groaned.

"Keep it." She moaned.

"Bitch."

"Bastard."

They hit their max as both came hard. Like he'd planed Sesshomaru cheated and with one thrust he was deep inside her as he came. She cried out in sheer bliss loving every ounce of him in her. Her body shuddered from the pleasure and she smiled into his shoulder. She'd pulled her hand away as she came giving him all the room he needed. Both panted, happily, as Sesshomaru pulled out, still not liking the feeling of being disconnect from her. He shoved her up; making her legs straddle him, as he lowered his head to lick the wound he'd caused. She closed her eyes still smiling to herself.

"...Ivy." She whispered.

"How fitting." He stated, once the wound was healed he laid his head on her breast, pulling a sheet around them.

"How so?"

"Poison Ivy..." He whispered.

"Do you think I'm poison Sesshomaru?"

"Or something just as lethal..." He mused, nuzzling her breast.

"Heh, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me..." She smiled falling asleep with her arms wrapped around him, her claws combing through his hair mindlessly.

Kagome lay on her side, Inuyasha fast sleep beside her. It was far worse than she thought it would be. If he hadn't licked those wounds, she would have bleed to death, she'd have scars on her back, legs and shoulders for who knows how long. Then all the bite marks on her inner thigh, and chest. She was trying her best not to cry from the pain, she'd cried out in pain the whole night. Inuyasha just seemed to enjoy it, because he grew rougher each time. He'd call her names, horrible names. Bitch, his bitch or his whore, a slut, just cruel names. Looking down at the sliver ring on her finger, she cried herself to sleep. She had no one to blame but herself. Ever since she saw the hanyou on TV for the murder of a seventeen-year-old girl name Kikyo. She was in love with him. Her best friend Sango said she was crazy, that he was a murderer. Though she believed him, he didn't kill her. So to let him know she wrote him letters, every week saying she believed him, and cared about him. Then one day he wrote back, she was so happy she couldn't believe it. He told her how both him and his brother were framed. That he had got the longer sentence of the two of them. He asked how old she was, and when she said fifteen. He stopped writing for a while. It had been whole month before a letter came, he wanted to know how she found out about him in the first place.

She told him that it had been a TV special on famous criminals of the past, the famous western princes guilty of murder. Then letters started coming in every day. He wanted to know what had changed, how it changed, everything, and about her. He seemed so sweet in his letters, so loving, understanding, gentle. Yet when he showed up this morning smiling with wedding rings, she was blinded by so called love, and said yes before even thinking! Now she was stuck with him, and Sango had warned her to stop with the letters. Still she met Sesshomaru, because Inuyasha had said he was getting out before him. Inuyasha was sentenced to fifty years. That's what Inuyasha said, though the TV said he was given life. They must have cut it down for good behavior. At any rate Sesshomaru was drop dead gorgeous! She couldn't wait to see Inuyasha. She'd waited for five years counting down the days. Sesshomaru would hang out with them, Sango her boyfriend Miroku and herself.

So why did Sesshomaru seem to have more self-control? Why didn't Inuyasha? In fact Inuyasha should have more control because he was only half demon! She'd married a man she truly knew nothing about.

"You asleep?" He poked her side; she knew why he was asking.

"...N...no." She whimpered holding back tears.

"Come here..." She didn't want to, but knew he'd yell at her if she didn't'. So she rolled over.

"Do I scare you Kagome?" He stayed on his back, looking at the ceiling as she lay beside him.

"Yes."

"Good." She jerked up startled.

"Be afraid of me, but never disobey me. I've waited fifty years to finish what I started and your going to help me. This can be a nice partnership or I can beat you and drag you every step of the way. I can be a nice guy, if you do what I say. Then again if you think I'm bad now, you haven't even seen my other side. I own you know. You willingly became my wife...understand, that when I get what I want you're free to go. I could care less. Still you're my wife, not my mate. I mate for life, my mate will be a demon." He knew she was crying, but he didn't care.

"Because I will be a full demon, I don't want dirty half breeds, she'll be pure and perfect, and I'll love her. She'll have my pups and then I'll be happy. Until then, I'm stuck with you...so." He turned giving her a cold dead stare.

"Your either with me...or against me. Which one do you pick?" He smirked knowing damn will she'd pick him, if she didn't want her throat ripped out.

"I'm with you Inuyasha." She was choking on her tears.

"Good girl, you'll see. I can be real nice when you behave, and give it some time, you'll learn to love my touch." He licked her tears, her body flinching.

"Yes, Inuyasha." She whispered.

"I'll be done with all this quickly. Just don't get knocked-up...I don't want my pups to come from you..."

"Yes, Inuyasha." He kissed her forehead and smiled.

"Sweet dreams..." He sneered, laying on hi side facing the wall.

'What have I done...?' Kagome cried facing the Inuyasha back, as she cried herself to sleep.
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OK there it is my first one shot hope you all loved it, and hey if it goes good I may add another chapter no promise though ok.

Stay Frosty*

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