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Madman

By Rinseternalsoul

**Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, and I make no profit from writing fanfiction..

Chapter 12 - Tension

A/N: While I love all my fans and reviewers from each of the fanfiction sites that my stories are on, I feel most at home on A Single Spark. I guess that is because they are devoted to the Sesshomaru and Kagome pairing, so that's where I spend most of my time. And while I usually don't have the time to do this, I really wanted to send my appreciation to all my friends there. So I've managed to respond to all of the reviewers listed (Whew!). I hope I didn't leave anyone out! I appreciate your support more than you will ever know.

Flightoffancy: Thank you for the review. It always feels good when people appreciate the time and effort that goes into building my stories. Oh, and I agree, Detective Kobayashi is one 'hot' older guy. I just love that salt and pepper look in a full head of hair. You know, it's weird how our taste changes with age. That used to would have grossed me out.

RhiannonoftheMoon: Thanks for the great review, and it was a pleasure to spread the word about that delicious bowl of fanfiction goodness that you are serving, I mean, writing (Cereal Box Romance for all you who don't know). Oh, and thanks for the title. I wonder what my grandmother would think if she knew that I was dubbed 'Queen of Smut'? HAHA!!

Mrs_Sesshomaru: You are one of my favorite reviewers! You review everywhere! LOL! Ah... this is good people here. And I appreciate you for it. As for your question about a lemon between Maya (Kags mom) and Detective Naokai.... I may put a little affection in there, but I think I'll refrain from lemoning the old folks. LOL! Not that I'm not just as old as them, but you wouldn't want to picture me having sex either, so... no. No lemons for them. Some kissing and warm fuzzy feelings will definitely be in there. You also asked if Shippo was going to show up. Nope. Remember that he and Rin were killed in the attack on Hiroshima? Sorry. Thanks for asking!

Risa : Thanks girl! I'm glad you enjoyed the smut. I always get a kick out of your reviews, especially our email notes. Thanks for being such a great fan!

Danielle DaCosta: A Cult Classic Fanfic? Whoa! I feel important! LOL! If only I could convince someone to pay me. HAHA! No, I haven't finished my book yet. *sigh* I 've had writer's block on it. Instead, Sesshomaru fills my head. I suppose the obsession lives on. Oh well, I guess I could be addicted to worse things. Seriously though, thanks for the great review. It really made me smile.

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A/N: Okay, enough chit chat. This chapter is gonna be soooo good!

Kagome wiped her tears with the back of her hand in a vain attempt to hide the fact that she had been crying. She didn't want Rishou to worry and she didn't want to look like a wimp in front of Sesshomaru. It was hard to be grown up when you just want your mommy. She stood up and prepared to rejoin the men in Rishou's living room.

Sesshomaru could smell her tears. He didn't like it. It made his insides twist, and he couldn't decide if he wanted to touch her or leave the room. He simply was not used to dealing with emotional females, and for some reason this one bothered him more than most. When she re-entered the room, he looked up, and the trails of moisture were evident on her soft cheeks. The tears did, however, leave her eyes glistening a beautiful dark watery blue, and he had to admit that the emotion in their depths was truly infectious.

Rishou looked behind him when Taisho looked away from their one-sided conversation. Kagome was coming back into the room after calling her mom. He twisted back to continue the discussion, but found that the quiet businessman was still staring at Kagome. He turned to glance over his shoulder, and found that Kagome was looking at Taisho too. It was a look that he had never seen on her face before, and for some reason that bothered him.

He turned again to the straight-laced guy that had been sitting here in complete silence since he walked in the front door. The man was still watching Kagome. It was weird, but those unusual eyes, that had stared at him so coldly, were watching Kagome with a new warmth. Was something going on here? What was this guy to Kagome?

Rishou leaned back in his chair, deciding to reserve judgement for now. Obviously these two had been through a lot, and something like that would bring anyone closer. He refused to worry about this guy. Kagome wasn't into stuck up snobs. Was she?

Damn, he hoped not.

His heart fell just a little more, when Kagome joined them. She didn't choose to sit next to him on the loveseat, instead she walked over to Taisho and sat down right beside of him, and all the while, their eyes were trained on each others. Kagome smiled a small smile when she sat, and Rishou glanced back to Taisho to gauge his response, but amazingly the guy didn't return it. He just sat there looking at her. It didn't seem to bother Kagome any though, and that bothered Rishou quite a lot.

He shifted uncomfortably. Was he losing Kagome to this dude? Kagome doesn't need a cold fish for a boyfriend. She's warm, loving and full of life. Taisho doesn't deserve her.

Just when he made up his mind to have a little talk with Kagome about ruthless businessmen using young women and throwing them away, Taisho did something that he never expected.

Her pain was radiating off of her in waves. She needed comfort. Shuusaka could feel her loneliness and worry, and it made him feel slightly ill. When she smiled, it was sad. She must be worried over her mother, and sad that she couldn't go home. It was typical of any creature to return to the safety of its home when threatened; yet Kagome was not allowed such a luxury. It bothered him more than he wished to admit. He much preferred her snappy attitude and perky smiles.

Kagome was surprised when Sesshomaru reached out to cover her hand with his own. He didn't squeeze it, or even grasp it, he simply covered it with his much larger hand, offering her a little peace just when she needed it the most. She smiled at him again. This time in thanks. He gave her an almost imperceptible nod, before breaking her gaze and looking away.

He was acting so strangely now. It was hard to believe that this was the same guy that once doused her in a healthy dose of acidic poison. She was actually beginning to like this new Sesshomaru. Maybe even a little too much. His hand was warm, resting on hers. It felt comforting, and... right. It made her feel better, and that was something that she never expected. He was doing something nice, for no reason at all except to help her. It sounded like such a small thing, but for Sesshomaru, it was a major big deal.

Kagome's heart did a little flip inside of her chest.

When Taisho finally managed to look away from Kagome and focus back on him, the icy demeanor was firmly back in place, and the warmth was gone from his eyes. Rishou lay his head back and gave a halfhearted chuckle, before returning his attention to his guests. Yep. Those two had the hot's for one another. He'd have to be blind to miss it.

Just his fucking luck. He'd lost Kagome to a prude.

"Rishou, Kagome interrupted, can I borrow something to wear? All of my clothes are back at home." She felt a little self-conscious when the male eyes in the room automatically went straight to her legs. She pulled the worn and grubby T-shirt down in an effort to cover a little more of her dirty legs. "And a bath..."

Rishou smiled and laughed. What the hell. He loved Kagome, whether she liked it or not, and he wanted her to be happy. If that asshole makes her happy, then so be it. May the best man win. He wasn't one to give up so easily. He wouldn't try to deter the relationship, but he wasn't about to hand her over on a silver platter either. If Taisho wants her, then he better be prepared to work for his prize. "Sure Kagome. I'll be right back."

Rishou took a detour through the guest bathroom, checking for any unsavory items lying around. Parties at his place could get pretty wild. After making sure all was clear, he checked the supplies, and found all was in order. He pulled out a towel and washcloth, then placed them on the counter. Rishou smirked as he left the bathroom and headed for his walk-in closet. In the back he pulled out a long plastic bag from the dry cleaners, then pulled the bag over the hanger, before tossing it in the floor. He held up the garment and his smirk turned into a full grin.

With goods in hand he headed back into the living room, where Kagome and Taisho were waiting. They looked up when he entered, and he held the garment up high. "Here ya go, Kagome. Remember this?"

Kagome's eyes grew almost as wide as her smile. Much to his satisfaction, she jumped up from the couch and ran over to meet him, grabbing the clothing from his hands. "Wow Rishou. I had forgotten all about this. You've had it all this time?"

Rishou inwardly snickered. This should ruffle Taisho's feathers. "Yeah. Sorry. After you left it here that morning, I decided to have it cleaned for you, but I kept forgetting to bring it with me every time I went your way. Forgive me?"

"Oh Rishou! Of course I do. Actually, I'm glad you still have it. This T-shirt is just not my style." Kagome laughed happily. The dress was a little fancy for casual wear, but it would be much better than what she was wearing now.

Rishou glanced up from Kagome's smiling face and froze. If looks could kill, then Taisho Shuusaka had just stabbed him right through the chest with a broadsword. Score one for Rishou! It was only fair that the guy knew who he was dealing with here. He wasn't just some guy friend of Kagome's. He and Kagome had history.

So the boy thinks to assert his claim, does he? Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes and held back the questions that he secretly wanted to ask. Had Kagome and this mortal shared a bed? He found the thought of that a little disturbing. What did she see in this human? He was not much taller than the miko, and he had pierced his skin with tawdry silver adornments. The whelp possessed no taste for anything that didn't come in Technicolor, and he doubted that he knew the first thing about pleasing a woman. Unlike himself, who had centuries to perfect the art. On demon bitches.

Hm... That thought made him pause. Was it different? Were there secrets to the human female anatomy that he was currently unaware of? Sesshomaru hated the idea that this pup may actually know something that he, a centuries old demon, did not. As a lover, he had never had any complaints, but all of his past affairs had been with full-blooded she-demons.

Hold on.

Was he actually giving this serious thought because he wanted to bed the miko?

Shuusaka looked up from his unsettling thoughts and watched as Kagome left the room. The mortal was watching her as well, and it rankled his nerves, but he refused to show it. 'This Shuusaka will not compete like a common fool for the affections of a human woman. Ridiculous.'

Rishou turned around again and found that Taisho was deep in thought, then suddenly the tall stoic businessman stood up. For a minute there, he wondered if he was going to ask him to step out. Rishou clenched his fist. He wouldn't back down from a fight. This dude was going to be surprised if he thought Rishou would go down easy. Funny though, he thought this guy had more class than that. He didn't look like a fighter, but hell, neither did he.

"Do you have somewhere that I can connect to the internet?" Shuusaka asked.

Rishou's eyes grew wide. The guy doesn't want to fight. He just wants to log on. He chuckled at himself and motioned for the strange man to follow him. The quite guy set his nerves on edge for some reason. Maybe it was just jealousy?

Shuusaka followed Rishou into another room. This one was obviously the master bedroom, because the huge black bed was unmade with sheets askew. A pair of running shoes were on the floor, as well as other items of clothing. Apparently the human's taste in anime did not stop at the threshold. Even the bed chambers wore it's share of finely framed trash. Sesshomaru looked around with a disdainful eye.

Rishou stopped at the foot of his bed, noticing that Taisho was admiring his collection of anime art. He puffed up his chest proudly. It was the finest around. No one had as many rare collectibles as he did. Rishou's eyes fell on his favorite, and Taisho followed his gaze. At the head of the messy bed, framed in a monstrously sized frame of shiny black plastic, was the image of a naked anime girl, sitting with her legs pulled beside her, modestly hiding the apex of her thighs. Long blond hair spilled down her back and shoulders, with a few scant strands covering the tips of her breasts. Her big blue eyes were sleepy, cast half-mast, with sweeping dark lashes and a pale shade of color painted on the lids. Her lips were full and painted a glossy red, while curved around the tip of the fat pink lollipop that she was holding in her hand.

A big grin broke out on Rishou's face and he said, "Wouldn't you love to have that mouth wrapped around your cock?"

"I wouldn't know," Sesshomaru replied. He wasn't particularly comfortable with the course that this conversation was taking.

"What do you mean, dude? Every man loves a pretty girl to suck his dick. Surely you aren't an exception?" Rishou asked with a laugh.

"Obviously I am. Now do you have a jack to the Internet, or did you simply bring me in here to admire your taste in art?" Shuusaka asked with dripping sarcasm.

"Whatever man, Rishou replied, Over there's the desk. Feel free to shove some of the papers over and make yourself at home. The jack's under the desk. Don't sweat it. I've got DSL, and a modem, so you won't be bothering my phone line." He was going to offer to help, if he was looking into the ones responsible for kidnapping Kagome, but Taisho didn't seem like he was enjoying his company too much.

Rishou stepped into the closet and pulled out a pair of kaki's that he had been meaning to get hemmed. He tossed them on the bed with a long sleeve pale blue shirt. "Here's a change of clothes, man. Just in case you get tired of wearing dried blood."

Sesshomaru nodded his thanks, and fought the irritation at having this lowly human speak to him with such disrespect. He reminded himself that Rishou didn't work for him, and he didn't know of his demonic standing. He would have to have tolerance where this human was concerned.

Rishou returned to the kitchen to check the cupboards for anything to eat, but sadly came up with a blank. Obviously it was time to go shopping, but for now, he just needed something to fill his grumbling gut.

"Konnichiwa Rishou," Kagome said cheerfully from behind him, "Thanks for the shower. I feel sooo much better."

Rishou turned around and stood still, while taking the time to admire his female friend. "Damn Kagome. Girl you look 'smokin' in those threads." He enjoyed watching her face blush a bright red, before he followed the path of the rosy hue down her chest to the neckline her dress.

Kagome smiled with a blush when she caught Rishou staring at her. "I guess you still like the dress," she said.

"Like? No baby girl, I love that dress," Rishou assured her.

Kagome liked it too. She had almost forgotten about it since she wore it last. It was an imitation Vera Wong. The entire dress was made of soft white satin that criss crossed at the breast with a strip of delicate embroidery. The hem fell mid thigh in soft folds, giving it a lovely splash of soft colors to distract the eye. It cost two weeks salary, but it was money well spent in her opinion. She felt like a princess when she had it on. "Arigato," Rishou-kun.

"Has ice man seen you in it yet?" Damn. He really hadn't meant to ask that aloud. He didn't want to look jealous or anything, even though he was.

Kagome giggled. "Ice man? I guess you could call him that. No. Shuusaka-sama hasn't seen it yet. Why? Do you think that he'll like it?" Suddenly she felt self-conscious again, and she reached down to smooth her hand lightly over the soft folds above the hem.

Rishou noticed this and felt a stab in his heart. She really liked that guy. "Unless he's blind, he'll like it." He shrugged his shoulders and turned to grab a soda from the fridge. "Want something to drink?"

"Sure," Kagome replied. She watched as Rishou poured her a glass, then he turned around and asked her the question that she was hoping he wouldn't.

"What is he to you, Kagome? I mean, he's a strange one, ya know? Hell, the guy 's never even had a blowjob for Kami's sake. Where the hell has he been hiding? Maybe he's gay? But even then... Well, gay guys still... ah, you know...." 'Damn it. I'm rambling...'

Kagome choked on the first sip of cola and almost spit it all over her dress. "N... Nani?"

"Sorry girl. That was crude, and none of my business. You know how I get sometimes," Rishou said, shaking his head, while handing her a paper towel from the cabinet.

Kagome snatched the napkin and dabbed at the corner of her mouth while she prayed that the crimson flush over her cheeks would go away. Was he serious? "Uh... I don't know what to say, Rishou," Kagome said softly. "Sess... Shuusaka is... well, an old friend, I guess you could say." She twisted her toes nervously on the floor while looking anywhere but at Rishou.

"It's okay Kagome, really, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Shit. He was such a fuck up sometimes. He was always sticking his foot in his mouth around pretty girls, but he thought that he was over that with Kagome. They were too close for crap like that.

Kagome finally looked up, and gave him a little smile. "Thanks Rishou. It's just that..."

Suddenly they were not alone. Kagome could feel Sesshomaru approach and Rishou confirmed it when he looked up and over her shoulder. Kagome spun around to see Sesshomaru walking toward them with a fresh change of clothing on and a towel drying his still damp hair. He looked good enough to eat, dressed in the casual pants and a crisp clean button up shirt tucked in loosely at the waist.

For the first time since they were at the cabin Kagome had the chance to really look at Sesshomaru. His hair was growing at an unbelievable rate. Already the wet strands of opalescent white fell past his shoulders, and Kagome couldn't help but to be jealous a little. It took her forever to grow her hair out, while it only took him days. He pulled the towel away and turned those golden eyes on her, and the heat that she saw there almost took her breath away.

Sesshomaru completely forgot that the impudent male was standing near, as he took in Kagome wearing a dress that fit her like a dream. It was loose, but the satin material lay perfectly against her soft curves, accenting her femininity. Her hair was still a bit damp, and he could tell that she had just combed it out. The long ebony strands fell gently over her shoulders, contrasting the light color of the gown. She looked... stunning.

At that moment Rishou came to realize the futility of his efforts to keep Kagome as his own. She was already lost to him, whether either of them knew it or not. With a heavy sigh, he stepped past Kagome and made an excuse. "I.. uh... got to run to the store. I'll be right back." He grabbed his keys from the table by the door. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do while I'm gone."

The door to Rishou's apartment shut with an audible 'click'. Kagome suddenly felt very nervous beneath Sesshomaru's intense stare. She swallowed, but it seemed to only lodge in her throat. The silence was growing heavy and she was beginning to feel a little hot. She wondered if Rishou would mind if she turned on the air conditioner?

Shuusaka used his claws to scrape through his growing mass of hair, then tossed the towel over the back of a black leather chair nearby. He then moved across the room to stand before Kagome. "Miko, you look... pleasing in that dress." His voice was lower than even his usual deep baritone and he wondered if she noticed the change.

Kagome looked up to him shyly and whispered "Arigato".

While the gown was lovely, it only served to accentuate what was already there. The white of the satin added to her innocent nature, enhancing the purity that always surrounded her. Her slender arms and shoulders were bare, as were her tiny feet, and he found it interesting that she would fidget beneath his gaze. He stepped closer.

Kagome fought the urge to back away from him. He was standing so close now that she was forced to tilt her head all the way up, in order to meet his eyes. Her heart was beating like an African drum , but she couldn't seem to move, even if she wanted to. She could smell him now, this closely. He smelled fresh and clean and undeniably male, which was stirring things in her womanly region that just might get her into trouble.

Shuusaka made no effort to hide it when he inhaled deeply of her scent. The buttery spice of her unique female arousal filled his nose, setting his blood on fire, and before he had time to think things through, he had pulled her against his chest to indulge in her full pink lips. She tasted divine.

The world was spinning for Kagome and she closed her eyes, falling into the kiss, and the man. She was swept away by the passion that Sesshomaru poured into her, tasting her, devouring her, with his lips. His tongue was unlike the tongue of a human man, and it fascinated her, while driving her to new heights. He slowly traced it over her lips, so slowly, that she wondered if he were memorizing every tiny detail, before he once more pushed it inside her mouth to wrap around her own tongue in a maddeningly sensual way. Oh Kami, it was the best kiss that she had ever had. She felt it all the way to her toes. A tiny sound began to rise in her chest until she was moaning with the unquenched desire coursing through her frame.

She arched into him, pressing her body against his long legs and hips. He groaned, and the sound was so deep and full of need that Kagome shuddered with pleasure. His arms wrapped around her, rubbing a burning path over her back and then lower. Her juices were flowing, leaving her with a horrible, aching, compulsion to be filled. Her satin dress felt slick and smooth as he traced her curves with strong hands.

She pulled away, and said, "Don't pick my dress with your claws."

One dark eyebrow rose in amusement and Kagome burst out laughing. Shuusaka tightened his hold on her waist with the promise to continue this moment at another time. His lips curved into a sexy smile when she gasped from the pressure. Once more he leaned down and licked a sensual path over her lips before releasing her and stepping away.

"Your friend approaches," Shuusaka announced, causing Kagome to look toward the door in surprise.

Rishou slipped the key out of the lock and opened the door. "I'm back!" He called as he shut it behind him. Surprisingly enough, he found his two guests standing in almost the exact same spot that he left them in. A closer look told him that he may have interrupted a 'moment'. He glanced over to Taisho and smirked. The asshole actually looked a little flushed. It was no wonder. Kagome was one excellent kisser.

Surprisingly enough, he wasn't really mad. Oh, he was jealous, but not nearly as much as he probably should have been. He and Kagome had decided to just stick to being friends over three months ago, and that was cool with him. Maybe he really wasn't in love with her as much as he thought? Could it be that he loved Kagome, but wasn't in love with Kagome? Damn.

Maybe he should give that cute little Goth girl from the club a call?

Yeah. That sounded like fun.

"So, what did I miss?" Rishou asked with a laugh.

A/N: This chapter was so fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed it!
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