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Waking Up In Vegas	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 23764 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: Please dont expect too much...I had to force the hell out of myself to get this out and posted. It may be good it may not. It's not lazines on my part just a failing imagination so forgive me for disappointing. I hurts me to say as it is that I may stop writing...working two jobs and school tends to do that to a demented mind like mind... the pressure -_-....the pressure >_<

Chapter 10: 7:01 P.M.

Demon Embassy Suites

The Banquet Hall

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Aimaru threw back another shot of scotch wincing as the male, practically glued to his arm, gave another ‘affectionate’ squeeze. Any tighter he will lose all feeling in his arm soon.

What was his name again? Jamora? Jadora…. He shrugged. Whatever. All he knew was that one instant, he was signaling Kagome over to sit with him and Sesshoumaru, then the next he grew a demon body ornament that came with pair of gender confused twins and a mean looking Amazon with an unhealthy fascination with his watch.

Tucking his watch wearing arm closer to his body, he looked over see his chuckling brother pull a giggling miko into his lap, and of course she went willingly with an inhumane squeal of joy.

Cute. He sneered.

Currently, everyone was gathered in the banquet hall watching Kagome and Sesshoumaru receive a few last minute gifts given by last minute invited guest for their last minute wedding shower, bachelorette /bachelor party…yada yada yada.

So far the lucky little maiden gotten a deed to a luxury full furnished beach house on the coast of Florida from a millionaire who didn’t want it anymore, a rare collection of exotic diamonds of gargantuan sizes from a jeweler that wanted the publicity, and free exclusive VIP memberships to high-end uni-social clubs around the U.S given by co founders who just happened to be there. Sure they were all nice and highly prized gifts and what not, but only one of her gifts rubbed him the wrong way.

It was those keys that Kagome casually swirled around her dainty little finger by the key ring that made him riddle with envy. Those keys that some no-name rapper wannabe passed off to her with an attitude that was so blasé that Aimaru could just choke the little bastard. Those very KEYS that started the gorgeous purring engine of an special edition indigo 2011 Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport that was currently parked in the indoor garage of the hotel. Now how the fuck was that fair? A multi-million dollar car practically shoved at her as if the rapper couldn’t get rid of it fast enough. And what chafed his perfectly shaped rear was that the woman thought they were keys to an Italian bakery. An Italian fucking bakery!? Clearly that was a sure sign that she shouldn’t own such a magnificent automobile, but NO, the rapper simply laughed at her and insisted she take the ridiculously expensive car.

Aimaru now knew where, when , and HOW he will hold his wedding in the future. In Las Vegas, at the last minute, while completed wasted. He may not like who he’s married to in the morning but at least he will be a car, a mansion, and a perhaps diamond mine richer.

“Oh they look so happy together. I hope our moment is this magical.” Jabora winced when Aimaru suddenly gagged on his drink. He picked up a napkin to wipe at his lips. “Slow down boo, that scotch aint goin nowhere.”

“Our moment!?” he wheezed after he shoved the smaller man’s hand from his face.

Jabora blinked up at him then smiled. “Why yes. Only, I don’t want our wedding in Vegas. I want it in France somewhere romantic like. At the Effel thingy.”

“You meant the Eiffel Tower you slow hoe.” Duchess rasped dryly.

Huffing haughtily, Jabora waved his hand dismissively at the dark woman beside him. “You know what the fuck I meant.” He gave an affectionate smile that made Aimaru fight the instinct to run. “Yeah that.”

He could only stare down at the little man beside him in horror. Surely he must be joking.

Aimaru looked over at the dark woman when she shrugged up at him apologetically.

“Sorry, but he’s very serious.” She said.

Seriously insane, he was sure she meant to say.“Indeed.” He squeaked out shakily as he looked down at his watch while casually trying to fling the delusional demon away from him. Unfortunately, the man just clung tighter with a maniacal chuckle.

7:10 P.M. Time to move things along and hopefully away from these hoodlums. He looked over at his brother. “Can we hurry this along? You still got a drunk miko to shackle down with.”

Sesshoumaru looked over at him still hugging his miko tightly in his lap. “Then get on with it then.” He glowered.

Oh sure, like everything was ready to happen by the snap of his fingers. “And how would you like to proceed brother dearest. There’s the bachelorette party and the bachelor party and the wedding ceremony…” Aimaru counted off his fingers.

With a growl, Sesshoumaru leaned toward the miko chatting it up with the twins to the other side of him. “Must we have this Bachelor and Bachelorette party miko?”

“Yes.” She frowned as a thought occurred to her. “You ready to have them now? So how we gonna do this? I go to one room and you go to another or something?” When Sesshoumaru simply blinked she shrugged. “Just asking. It’s American tradition to have one before the day of the wedding.”

“But tonight is when were having our wedding miko.”

“Well let’s get a move on it then. I want to do everything by the book even if it is a little accelerated. Shoo!” Kagome waved frantically at the unseen butterflies.

Aimaru shook his head. It seems the liquor was nowhere near done with making that poor woman hallucinate.

Sesshoumaru sighed and looked exasperatedly at his brother. “Well?”

“What do you mean ‘well’? She’s your miko and this is your wedding. You figure it out.” Aimaru shot back at him annoyed.

“Well if it’s strippers you looking for I can help with that. Although, I will need a few more to come to accommodate you and your wife’s taste Mr. Tashio.” Jabora offered, suddenly all business as he whipped out his cell phone and made a few calls. There was a slight pause before he smiled on his phone. “Hey boo, whatchu doin?” he waited a few moments and smiled wider. “Well since you aint got shit else to do tell bring yo ass down the Demon Embassy. Tell Crusher and Rump Shaker to come to.” He suddenly looked appalled as he turned away. “You better not invite that helfa. I want you Crusher and Rasha. That hoe can go die for all I care. Well that bith should have known betta..” The man suddenly relaxed with a serene smile on his pretty face. “Mmhmm, okay smooches bitch.” Hanging up Jabora smiled happily in the demon lord’s direction. “Well that’s taken care of. They’ll be here in a minute. We’ll be right back after we change.”

Aimaru shook his head. Strippers. The miko managed to associate herself with psychotic gender confused fatal attraction-prone strippers. Oh happy day.

“For what?” Kagome asked curiously as she watched everyone leave the table.

Jabora stopped and looked back at Kagome coyly. “To perform of course.” He winked at Aimaru, who shuddered inwardly, then gestured for his crew to follow him.

Aimaru waited a few moments until he was sure the demon was out of earshot before he turned to pin Kagome with a glare. “Where. The. Hell. Did. You. Pick. Them. Up?” he hissed tightly.

He watched Kagome smile and shrug at him. “I don’t know. They were on our floor waiting for me when I walked to our door. Jabora was really nice and his friends all helped me dressed.” She swiveled in the demon lord’s lap to smile at him. “Isn’t my outfit cute honey? You didn’t say anything.” She suddenly pouted. Obviously unaware of the fact that she just invited a bunch of possibly insane strippers as guest into her room, alone.

“Lovely.” Sesshoumaru crooned and nuzzled her neck. “I hope they plan to assist you in dressing for our wedding, especially our honey moon.”

Aimaru glared at his brother. Did her just inviting a bunch of strangers into their circle not trigger any warning bells in his fucked up head? Apparently not. Since he wasn’t worried, why should he be worried? “Well alright then.” He shrugged then looked over at Ronda. “Be a dear and fetch me another bottle. I feel dangerously sober at the moment.”

Chuckling, Ronda shook her head as she walked towards the bar for a bottle of high grade demon brewed brandy.

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The bachelor/bachelorette party was a hit with the hotel guests. There was an endless supply of liquor, gorgeous strippers, and chances to rub elbows with the rich and famous. What’s not to enjoy about it. Everyone was enjoying themselves immensely. No wait, let him rephrase that. They were enjoying themselves.

Instead of a lovely curvy woman in his lap, Aimaru had a half dressed man grinding against him. And what bothered him was that he didn’t feel revulsion or disgust. Had to be the lack of sobriety from the amount of alcohol he guzzled as the dainty demon performed to the raunchy music blasting in the background. But then, he didn’t want to be uncomfortable and sober while in his company either so… He turned up his bottle again.

“Here. Nay and Shay will bring their tips later.” Duchess, the pack’s beta and only human female in their pack said dryly as she passed the ridiculously thick wad of cash to the man in his lap.

He took in her overly curvy form clad in nothing but tall shiny black leather boots, a lacey corset, and skinned tight latex pants that fit her more like panties.

Jabora hummed thoughtfully, snatching the bills out of her hand and proceeded to count them. “Nice.” He purred as he counted up to the 12th hundred dollar bill. “Very nice.” He nodded in approval with a grin.

Aimaru watched the woman stalk off and not too far off he spotted Nay and Shay dancing side by side against this bear demon that was practically grinning ear to ear. Their outfits were nothing but biker boots and Speedos advertising their feminine yet lean bodies that young male models would kill for. Apparently, the bear didn’t mind their gender. Even he himself had to admit that Jabora along with his other male companions had appealing bodies that were ravish worthy...Frowning, he shook his head and turned up his bottle for another swig.

Wiping the liquor from his lips he leaned towards his brother.“Now how are we going to do this cere…” his words died in his throat when he looked over to find the seat beside him minus a demon lord and miko. “Oh for all that is holy and evil….” He turned up his bottle and didn’t stop guzzling until it was empty. The man in his lap looked on with a worried frown.

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Duchess stalked down the hall to the ladies wash room and drew up short at the men’s entryway. Surely she didn’t see that right. She took a few steps back and looked in to see the broad back of the demon lord and the shapely legs of the miko wrapped tightly around his hips as they mauled each other’s faces off.

“Okay…” she said as she shook her head and proceeded to the ladies room. “I would say get a room, but who fucks in a hotel room nowadays. Cars, parking lots and alleyways seem to be the norm.” she quipped sarcastically.

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Kagome tore her lips from Sesshoumaru’s looking nervously over his shoulder. She could have sworn she heard someone. “Did you hear that?” she whispered trying to ignore the delicious wet tongue teasing her neck in languid strokes. She felt the pull of his tongue all the way to her toes.

“Hm?” she heard him ask distractedly. When she went to ask him again, he did something with his lips that made the ability to think an unnecessary function.

“Oh never mind.” She gasped when he pulled her higher up his body where she could feel the outline of his erection grind against her clit sending fire up her spine. He began a slow hard grind that made her quake against him. Her lips were against the hot skin of his neck as she panted and whimpered. Her panties were drenched with liquid need that made the flimsy material cling to her like a second skin.

Horny beyond words, she reached down between them to work the expensive leather belt loose so she could get the demon lord’s pants undone. She wanted this man more than her next breath.

“Excuse me, could yo…” the hotel staff never got a chance to finish that statement as he fled down the hall. But then a snarling horny demon would make anyone flee for their life. He bared fangs and blood red eyes and everything. Poor thing look like he lost control of his bladder midflight.

She frowned at Sesshoumaru when he turned red lusty eyes back to her heady blue ones. “That’s wasn’t very nice Sesshy-kun. We are in a public area you know.”

“Hn.” The demon lord pulled her away from marble wall behind her and proceeded towards the stairs with her still wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. If she wasn’t so plastered, the way he was carrying her would bother her. Or would it? Being wrapped around a big hunk of burning love would distract any sensible woman from their lack of modesty. That was…if that woman possessed any in the first place.

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Duchess was coming out of the ladies room in time to see the demon lord and the miko disappear into the stairwell. She wonders if they’ll actually make it up all those stairs to their room. Their suite was on the top floor.

With a shake of her head, she sauntered into the banquet hall up beside her alpha still snuggling his fiancé’s neck. It was sad really. The poor guy was drinking himself under the table and her alpha was oblivious to his discomfort. “Looks like our bride and groom have skipped to the honey moon early tonight.” She said casually as she took a seat next to the odd love birds. She reared back from the taller demon swiveling in his seat towards her with a crazed look in his eye.

“Why do you say that? Where are they now? Please tell me they’ve at least made it a secluded area…” he asked in one wheezy breath. Jabora was in his lap clinging to his shoulders to avoid being tossed to the floor.

“If you call the entry of the men’s washroom secluded…”

“YOU’RE KIDDING ME?!” he bellowed as he stood up to gawk down at her.

Duchess gestured for him to calm. “Easy there gorgeous. For your peace of mind, they’ve migrated to the stairwell…presumably up to their suite…if they make it that far of course. He had the miko wrapped around like an octopus and…” she blinked and frowned when she noticed the demon no longer stood there. “…uh..where did he go?” Duchess asked her alpha sitting on the floor glaring up at her frigidly.

Jabora was still glaring at her as he picked himself up off the floor to sit in a chair next to her. “I hate you.”

Duchess shrugged with a grin. “So you’ve told me many, many times.”

“Just thought I’d remind you.”

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Aimaru sped down the hall towards the stairwell. Inside he paused to hear for any questionable noises to assure himself that he wasn’t going to walk in on anything that would get him castrated. No one in their right mind would interrupt a demon lord’s mating ritual: most especially a drunk one.

So far, so quiet. He bounded up the first ten flights with ease spotting hide nor hair of the drunken couple. Scowling he kept speeding up the steps until he made it to their floor and down the hall to their suite. He almost barged in, but took a moment to knock in case they didn’t make it to their room. “Precious, Sesshoumaru…are you both decent?” when he didn’t hear anything, he expanded his youkai out to cocoon the room. He couldn’t feel the presence of the miko or his brother. Where else could they have gone to screw each other silly?

Unlocking the door with his key card, he looked in and around anyway to assure himself that they weren’t there. And they weren’t. Nothing seemed out of place besides the extra suite cases with questionable clothes hanging out of them left by their new ‘friends’. With a haughty sniff, he shut the door and looked down both ends of the long hallway. Their smell was fresh and heavy with arousal so they were here…but where did they go off to and why?

Cursing his luck, he stumbled down the hall to the elevators where two women got off snickering and chattering among themselves. He was just about to get on when one of them said something that hand him snaking out a hand to pry the elevator back open making the buzzer beep loudly. “I’m sorry ladies. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. Mind repeating it for me.” He said in his smoothest voice with his award winning smiles that had many women climax on the spot. Of course, they were no match for his sexual prowess either.

“O-ooh we…I…s-said that Mr. Tashio looked hell bent on taking that poor woman on the elevator like a man in heat. Not that she minded.” The woman said with a smirk. “She looked comfortable being manhandled by her future husband.”

“As it should be. I wouldn’t mind being manhandled like that myself. Though it would be more tasteful to at least wait until their honey moon.” The other woman said haughtily.

The first rolled her eyes and winked up at Aimaru. “That only means that their marriage will never be a dull one.”

Keeping a smile plastered on his face, Aimaru asked calmly, “Mind telling where you last saw them?”

They both thought for a moment until the first one finally spoke. “We were in the lobby trying to get to this floor when the doors open to reveal future Mr. and Mrs. Tashio snatching at each other’s clothes.” With a guilty look on her face she stopped talking.

Her friend nudged her arm. “Go on show him.” when the woman feigned ignorance, Aimaru watched her friend reach over to pull a white silk shirt out of her large purse. “This is the souvenir she snatched up when it came flying out the car as it closed.” It was snatched out of her hand as she giggled maniacally.

Well that was interesting. “Thank you ladies, you were a great help.” He said as he allowed the elevators to close.

“Anytime handsome. Anytime.” The one with his brother’s shirt said seductively. He shuddered. The woman looked old enough to be his elder. He would say grandmother, but even she look like she was only reaching her thirties. And his great grandmother didn’t look a day over 40. He shook his head. Forget this nonsense, he had a half naked brother and a horny miko to find.

A familiar tingle shot down his spine as he heard the car next to speed up the upper floors. Not really odd being that there were many demons there who exuded high levels of youkai. But this particular youkai felt exactly like his brother’s prickly icy youkai energy that screamed ‘man in heat’. He looked towards the other car he knew his brother occupied in a panic. For all he knew they could be in the middle of it and those doors could open and give some lucky bastards first knowledge of how a Tashio handles a woman. Not something he wanted to explain to mother dearest when it reaches tabloids and every blog on the internet. Then the miko will hate him tomorrow for allowing her to act so trashy…oh fuck his life.

He pushed to get off on the next floor when the doors open on the next floor and a sudden flood of bear demons spilled into the small car. Big tall seven foot somethings, they crowded him to the far corner in the back. Of course he could easily shove the oversized honey loving bastards out and get off the car but that would be bloodshed he didn’t feel like being responsible for. Law doesn’t allow that kind of hostility this day and age. A shame really. Bloodshed always solved problems…it couldn’t bother you when it ceased to exist now could it?

The car stopped again to allow more demons on. Wasn’t there like five other cars to take them down. Why can’t they wait for that one? He counted backwards from 1,000.

“You heard that Mr. Tashio throwing a bachelorette/ bachelor party in the banquet hall. I heard he invited everyone in the hotel for free.” He heard on bear demon say to another bear beside him. His voice ridiculously deep. It made the car rattle.

One other bear demon chuckled, “Yeah but he said that anyone showing up without a gift for his fiancé will be dealt with severely. I brought a crate of my wife’s line of natural honey based skin care products. The only reason she had allowed me to go was to use this chance to promote her products. Though, I’ve conveniently left out the bachelor and bachelorette party. ” All the bears guffawed threatening the shake the car loose of it’s cables.

Aimaru snorted. He would wish that would happen, only if it will kill him. But it wouldn’t. He would only be confined in a crumpled metal box beneath a pile of bear demons covered in honey flavored lotions and washes. They would get out eventually, but it will be wasted wish. He looked over the demons massive shoulders to peer at the elevator number change to 10.

He sighed and leaned his against the side of the car. He has ten more floors to go before they reach the lobby floor. It looks like he will be getting a nephew after all.

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Everybody in the room swiveled their heads towards the couple looking at each other curiously.

Aimaru, finally free of the delusional Mrs. Darcy wannabe, was standing there with his arms crossed. “What happened in the elevator or in the hall way or in the suite between you two is beyond me. I finally made it to the room to find you…” He pointed to the miko who’s eyes widen in shock. “Coming out of the room having a breakdown about what to wear for your wedding and you…” he then pointed to his brother looking at him with narrowed eyes. “…half naked and making a ridiculous phone call to room service to send someone out to purchase you a tux and to send your ‘fiancé’s’ wardrobe team upstairs.”

“Which they did surprisingly.” Jabora spoke up, still surprised by the fact that the Tashio name weighed so much that the Primal Embassy would play ‘go-for’ so easily. “Believe it or not, that little number you got on is what you chose to get married in. I should have known then you were fucked up.”

Kagome looked down in horror at her outfit. “No.” she shook her head in denial

“Yes” Jabora said with a nod.

The miko shook her head again. “No.”

“Yes.” Now Jabora and Nay said with a nod.

Still in denial, the desperate miko covered her face in horror and shook her head. “No, No, NO!”

“Yes, Yes, and Yes.” Aimaru said as he pulled out his cell phone again. Ah, the beauty of technology.

Scrolling through his many pictures, he smiled when he found the exact picture he was looking for. He turned the phone to the miko reluctantly peeking through her fingers to see the madness of what was called her wedding. “A bit unorthodox I’d give you, but I will say that you looked rather stunning, even high and wasted. Not many women could pull off that look in that condition.” He attempted to console her.

The miko took one look at the photo and wailed. Wailed. Wailed and…wailed. It wouldn’t have been so bad if a majority of the people in the room weren’t demons. She even managed to deafen the only other human Amazon who held her ears under the onslaught.

“Oh cut that shit out miss lady. We got something more important to talk about besides your wardrobe. Did you or didn’t you do the nasty with your hubby. I don’t smell any trace that yall had sex in this room.”

“Not forgetting to mention that you two were somewhat dressed and coming into the waking world with hangovers of major proportions…” Aimaru added as he regarded his bother and semi-sister in law. “Only people who would know what happened would be you too. I don’t smell the scent of a healing virgin either.”

Blushing profusely, Kagome shook her head solemnly. “And you never will…” she looked up to the confused faces of everybody in the room. She couldn’t look anymore pitiful.

“You aint a virgin?!” Nay gawked. “Girl it’s a good thing you didn’t wear white. You would have been struck by lightning walking up the alter.” He hissed when Jabora smacked his arm.

“Bitch shut yo’ damn mouth.” He turned to Kagome with a sympathetic expression. “Ignore his ignant’ ass. Go on.”

“No I’m definitely a virgin…or was a virgin….or perhaps still is….”If it was possible the miko blushed brighter from the neck up. “But…I- I broke my hymen back in my high school days when I was doing rigorous gym exercises. So it’s hard to say if I actually had sex yesterday with Mr. Ta…I mean, my husband.” She looked to Sesshoumaru who only looked at her blankly.

After a long pause, the demon lord inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. He shook his head.“I don’t smell any trace of myself in your aura miko. You would smell strongly of me if I had pupped you.”

-

Kagome nodded and looked down at her hands where she toyed with her ring. Well I guess that’s a good thing…she thought halfheartedly. Though she couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

“Do we finish this story or do we stop here and head home? We still got a meeting to go to in an hour or so and a plane to catch back to Chicago not to long after…so…” Ronda finally spoken up after a long time of silence since she been in the room. It was hard to remember she was there sometimes since she kept such a low profile.

Kagome looked to Sesshoumaru. She could take or leave the story. She’s heard enough to know that it was wackiest wedding of the century. So she could spare herself the horror of it all.

After a long pause that ate up time itself, Sesshoumaru finally said flatly. “Wrap it up quickly.”

Her shoulders slumped in misery at her husband’s words. Well, it looks like she will know the full extent of her madness after all.
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