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Youko's Interest	By : S-Mutt Category: InuYasha Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 7572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Youko's Interest
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Youko’s breath caught when she walked into the club, her rather prim attire not hiding any of the curves this gorgeous woman possessed. And his particular weakness, long hair; she’d managed to get some of it up into a messy twist of curls so it was away from her face, but a lot of it still hung down to her tight bum.
But then his friend Sesshoumaru, the owner of the club, greeted her and the woman quietly gave him a hug before whispering in his ear. In a club full of mixed patrons that was something even demons attempting to eavesdrop couldn’t hear.
So his interest peaked, first because his friend never let weak unworthy people touch him, and second because she obviously knew of demons in the crowd and their capabilities. That meant she was strong, worthy, and very aware of the spiritual worlds that existed.
She became quite interesting.
With a little shiver he wondered if she enjoyed the scene in the downstairs portion of the club, where those more into the heavy play were free to express themselves openly. He thought she would look gorgeous with a leather corset—she’d be reliant on him to help her sit or stand or pick up anything or reach for anything, and her breasts would be pushed up deliciously.
The woman gave Sesshoumaru a kiss on the cheek farewell and walked right back out the club.
Youko licked his lips and set his drink aside, approaching his friend. Gold eyes met gold eyes, and a taiyoukai’s brow quirked. Youko grinned and his eyes glittered, he raised his own eyebrow in question.
Sesshoumaru shook his head and they left for his office, soundproofed, but with a large one way glass to observe the main floor of the club.
“Who was that little dish?” Youko asked.
“That was my Ki-Imouto. Her name is Kagome.”
Youko hummed and leaned back in the leather chair as Sesshoumaru handed him his snifter of brandy. Both men sat and absently looked out at the dance floor. “Is she unattached?”
Sesshoumaru snorted, “Yes, but she’s not looking for...” the taiyoukai sighed and closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Will this be a passing curiosity Youko?”
The kitsune blinked, “I’m fairly certain she’s a treasure to keep. But I only just saw the woman.”
“I will arrange a more private get together, and you will decide then before you even think of approaching her,” his friend said firmly.
The silver kitsune narrowed his eyes, almost offended. “Why so protective?”
“Kagome has been hurt too often, I won’t see her hurt again. Even now she avoids any sort of romantic entanglement.”
“Sexual too?”
“She’s abstained since her last.”
Youko swilled his drink and persisted, “Tell me.”
“Inuyasha was her lover and fiancée, I’m sure you heard of how he was discovered cheating before publicly humiliating the woman set to mate him the next week. We kept her name out of the papers.”
A grimace revealed Youko’s fangs. He’d never quite approved of the whelp, too crass despite his silver genes. And then he’d proved Youko’s instincts true with his deplorable behaviour.
“And then she entered the scene.”
Youko’s ears even perked forward, eager for this information.
“But her partner broke her contract.”
Youko hissed and half rose from his seat. It was good that it appeared Kagome was a submissive, but for her last dominant to break her contract—to go against the boundaries she set—it created horrible consequences.
“She has scars from him, and so retreated back to mainstream culture but doesn’t even look for any male now. She has had men in both walks of life treat her badly, and she’s humiliated and scared.” Sesshoumaru turned to him, “Is that what you wanted to hear, Fox? That my miko-sister doesn’t trust a man to listen to her safe word, doesn’t trust a man to honor her heart, doesn’t trust a man to protect her modesty in public?”
Youko narrowed his eyes. “Are you trying to scare me off?”
The taiyoukai smirked. “If you’d turned tail you wouldn’t be worthy. Still interested?”
“I am, but now I’m actually even more interested. What you’ve done, instead of scaring me off, is raised my protective instincts.”
Sesshoumaru’s eyebrows lifted into his bangs, but then he smiled. “Even better.”
A few days later he was invited to a private house party, and Youko arrived in casual formal attire at Sesshoumaru’s manse. The crotchety old servant led him to a large dining room where a crowd was already mingling. Youko nodded to Hiei and Kurama, who he recognized from his old job. He knew Miroku too of course and the pervert saluted him with his cup from the other side of the room.
Then he spotted her. His breath caught because she was still lovely, even lovelier in fact. Gone was the prim suit to be replaced by a swishy sundress of pearl. Her hair was loose, only pulled out of her eyes by a rose on one side. He blinked when he noticed how tall her heels were to make her come to her friends shoulders.
He smiled.
He mingled with half his mental attention, the rest of him focused on the miko Sesshoumaru called his sister. All his senses were tuned to her, and his inner beast focused intently. He liked the way she laughed, the way she ate her chocolate dipped strawberries, the way her lips pursed on her glass, the way she tickled the few children attending when they ran past.
He did not like the way she stiffened when another guest approached, so that was when Youko excused himself and started weaving his way to her.
“I’m still not interested, Kouga. Please stop pursuing me.”
“C’mon Kagome,” the wolf whined, leaning into her despite her objections. “I’m sure I could show you a good time, Inutrasha wasn’t man enough—he wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like you. I have a few things in mind already,” he leered.
Kagome, if possible, had stiffened even further and blushed in embarrassment, her eyes darting to those around to see if they had an audience.
“I think you have a really naughty streak under your proper demeanour. I could give you a good spanking to bring it out, or punish you. I’d love to see that bum of yours all red.”
Her face flamed and her little hands fisted. Youko sidled up right beside her and touched her shoulder gently from the back, pressing his arm comfortably into her.
“Kouga.”
The wolf straightened back with a sour expression. “Youko.”
“Leave.”
“Make me,” he growled back.
“Sesshoumaru would not like a scene in his dining hall, and you’ve embarrassed the lady enough.”
Kouga’s eyes darted to search for their host, conveniently finding him with his narrowed eyes on their small group. He stuck his chin out defiantly and pulled one of Kagome’s hands to kiss the back of it—“I’ll see you later doll.”
Youko almost chuckled to watch her scrub the skin against her skirt to wipe off his kiss. But then she turned and slid from his arm and he was staring in to a pair of brilliant blue eyes. Oooh, she was even more stunning up close! Pale porcelain skin, azurite for eyes, rubies for lips, onyx for hair—she was practically a jewelled masterpiece in herself.
He smiled and bowed at her, “Miko Kagome, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Those lambent eyes watched him for a second, “I presume you’re Youko Kurama. Sesshoumaru has told me much about you.”
“Has he now?” He straightened and offered his arm. “I’d say the same, but the mysteries of a woman are never fully discovered. Shall we walk and talk in the gardens?”
She blinked but conceded with a nod of her head, slipping her small hand into the crook of his elbow.
He pulled her into his side, reaching across to hold her hand on his arm as they wove through the crowd. It was late summer, so there were many of the flowers in full bloom, their scent heady in the cool air.
They walked chatting about mundane things, and then he sat her on a bench.
“Sesshoumaru told me you might be interested,” she said simply.
“ah,” he sat carefully beside her. “I am interested. Quite interested. But I understand you’ve had bad relationships with men, and with a dominant. I was willing to get you used to the idea instead of springing it on you.”
She smiled and hummed. “Sesshoumaru has been trying to help me for months, and then he brought up your name. I believe he trusts you,” she turned curious blue eyes to him. “Is it odd that I trust his judgment?”
Youko stared into her pretty eyes and licked his lips. “Sesshoumaru is a careful demon, I think it’s commendable to follow his lead.”
“Well then,” Kagome started, and then blushed. She cleared her throat and averted her eyes. “Sesshoumaru said I should tell you...about my past relationships.”
“It might help...but only if you are interested. I’m very happy that Sesshoumaru is trying to play matchmaker, but you already had my attention. If you’re only doing this because your soul-brother pointed you in my direction I’d rather we take a different approach.”
Kagome giggled and covered her face. “You don’t remember me at all,” she said rather wistfully.
“What?”
She blushed and looked up at him, smiling self-depreciatingly. “Sesshoumaru hosted my 21^st birthday celebration. You attended. I was quite smitten then, and when I blew out the candles I wished you would notice me. Obviously it never came true.”
Youko blinked. He remembered that party, but he could hardly recall the woman it was for. He cringed as he realized she was right, and he’d overlooked this little treasure when she would have been prime for the pursuing. “Forgive me, I must have had something else on my mind.”
“Yeah,” she said wistfully.
“I can’t believe I missed such a treasure under my nose,” he offered softly to focus her attention.
She darted those eyes to him again, a suspicion in them. But then she cleared her throat, “Does that mean you want to try something now?”
He tilted his head in concession, “I would relish the opportunity.”
She turned to face the garden. “Sooo, Inuyasha. We’d been friends for years, and then he finally asked me out. I’d had a crush on him for a long time. I thought this was it, he’d be the one. But he’d always find some way to nitpick about how I kept the house or did something stupid or how I didn’t measure up to my cousin—and then I found out, along with everyone else, why he was so unhappy with me. Apparently he was really happy with Kikyou.”
Youko suppressed the growl to an octave she wouldn’t pick up, and his claws dug into his palms. The hanyou should have simply broken it off instead of stringing the poor girl along and abusing her.
Kagome took in a deep breath and let it out through pursed lips. “And then,” she shrugged and twisted her torso to look at him, shifting on the bench so her legs hung at angles as she hugged herself. “Naraku understood that I have the shikon in my veins, and he wanted a way to congeal the jewel and possess it. He wasn’t actually interested in me, just experimenting with ways to taint my power and get the Shikon. Youko, I hear you were a thief. Do you want to jewel as well?” she whispered still with her arms wrapped around herself.
Youko hissed and the fur of his tail stood on end. His large ears even flattened back into his hair as his eyes narrowed.
Her blue eyes cut away and she ducked her head.
The kitsune corralled himself, choking in the growl that had wanted to come out. He would have to watch himself. He reached out a hand to her cheek, gently brushing the backs of his claws along her jaw.
She shuddered in a breath. But she turned to face him, her blue eyes wide and uncertain.
“I hadn’t even known you had a jewel of power, let alone the Shikon. You interest me because I see a treasure in you—you’re beautiful and delicate, and you wear your heart on your sleeve. I’ve seen it already. And I want it as mine.”
Kagome gasped and blushed, blinking and trying to duck her head again.
Youko caught her chin to stop her, a slow predatory smile curling his lips.
Her beautiful blue eyes blinked at him, and he leaned in to taste those pretty lips.
Not only did she look like a jewel, but she tasted pure and sweet. Perfect. Like a fresh rose from the gardens.
Keeping it chaste against his every instinct, except for the one that wanted to take care of her and show her how well he could cover her, he pulled back slowly. With half lidded gold eyes he regarded her—will you let me steal your heart?”
A smile pulled at her ruby lips and she flushed lightly. “There might not be any stealing involved,” she admitted.
He grinned and stood, offering her his arm. She took it happily, brushing out her skirt while leaning on his strength. His cock twitched at the action, again picturing her in a corset leaning on his strength. “Let’s rejoin the festivities, make a show of how gorgeous you are,” he murmured appreciatively.
She laughed—but in time she’d learn he spoke the truth.
And they did just that, visiting others still talking and drinking (the children by now had been sent to their guest rooms). Youko proudly walked with her on his arm, casually nodding his head to Sesshoumaru when the old dog met his eyes across the room.
The Prince of the West discreetly saluted his glass.
Youko grinned through the last bits of the party.
Then, with a nervous but willing Kagome, they adjoined to a guest house on the property. Youko admired her on their walk through the gardens, liking her in his natural element, and even more when she gently pulled him through the house and to the master bedroom.
That blush was so pretty on her pearly skin.
And the expectation of what was to come…well Youko could be forgiven his predatory grin.
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Hopefully being fleshed out for the next chapter: ….
“What is your safe word?”
“Taffy.”
Youko rumbled against her neck, holding her hands in his own beside her head as he licked and nibbled and enjoyed her flesh. Kagome sighed and mewled and undulated beneath him, rubbing her dress into his bare chest. She responded very well to her hands being restrained, so he traded both her wrists to one hand and shifted to use his now free hand and explore.
Even through her clothing he could feel her tight pebbled nipple, he tweaked it then pinched it lightly and tugged. Kagome gasped and followed his grip.
“Hmmm,” he rumbled, pleased.
                  She blinked up at him uncertainly.
                  “I like the way you react to me,” he informed her.
                  Kagome blushed darkly, making him grin even wider.
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Potential Other Story I’m thinking about…
Kuronue grinned, his fangs flashing as he eyed the little dish Kouga was licking his chops at. “What a fine piece,” he murmured.
The wolf barked out a laugh, letting out a little growl after as he playfully snapped his teeth. “I didn’t know they made priestesses like that anymore.”
“Mmm, I don’t think they make many females like that at all.”
“Shall we hunt?”
Kuronue laughed and his leathery wings fluttered. So with that unspoken agreement they stalked the woman through the party, greeting their friends normally enough but slowly circling and watching. They needed a good angle to approach.
They’d almost lost it when a drunk harassed her, but the woman was a spitfire and handled it herself. It had made Kouga’s heart beat a little faster to see her feisty spirit as she whirled and smacked the man so hard he stumbled.
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