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Till Death Do Us Part	By : humdrum07 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Sango > Sessh?maru/Sango Views: 2340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Till Death Do Us Part
- 2-Till Death Do Us Part II
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Jaken parked the limo in front of the luxurious hotel that Sesshoumaru's father had so generously paid for. He looked into the mirror and nodded at the youkai. "We're here sir." Sesshoumaru nodded and opened his door, walking out into the slightly damp ground. Apparently it had rained, which his father had said was a good omen for a wedding, but he could care less. He looked up at the hotel, it was nice enough, but he knew his home was nicer. However, he wouldn't let a gift from his father go to waste.
His thoughts were torn from the hotel when he heard whimpering from inside the limo. His wife had fallen asleep during their ride from the church and now leaned against the window. Sesshoumaru sighed and contemplated leaving her there, but it was as much her honeymoon as it was his... and he wasn't that cruel to have her miss it. He opened her door and carried her in his arms toward the hotel without so much as giving Jaken a second glance.
Jaken watched as the young master entered the hotel and he started to get their luggage from the back of the limo. It was a bit hard since he was very short, well under five feet, and they had a lot of luggage, but a nice bellhop helped him and soon they were headed into the hotel.

Sango's eyes slowly opened and she yawned, stretching her arms over her head. One hand hit the wooden headboard and she froze suddenly. 'What the--' her eyes widened and she looked to her left where her new husband was intently looking at her with his dark amber eyes. She let out a small gasp and scurried to the farthest spot on the large king bed.
“W-Where are we?” she looked around the room. It was a rather spacious room that contained a a bed in the middle with the headboard pushed up against a wall. On either side of it were gold light fixtures. On the wall across from the bed, she could see the sliding doors that led to the bathroom and beside that, mounted on the wall, was a silver flat screen TV. Looking to her right, she could see the large glass windows showing the rather unremarkable scenery of tall buildings and residential homes. There were white satin curtins pulled to the side. She could only guess that this was a very fancy hotel.
“On our honeymoon. All courtesy of my father,” said Sesshoumaru with a grin as he saw his wife on the bed.
She only nodded and looked at him, her dark brown eyes narrowing in a quizzical stare. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You are quite beautiful...” he said simply.
Sango blushed before turning her back on him and heaving her dress clad legs over the edge of the bed, “Complimenting me won't make me like you any better.”
In an instant he was in front of her, looking down at her seated form. “I do not expect you to like me nor am I asking to be your friend. This is merely a marriage of convenience. Think of me as your... roommate.”
Sango stood up to look him in the eye. She was trying to be threatening but it was a little difficult when you were significantly shorter than the other person. “Not exactly the way I envisioned married life... I hope I'm not too much of a burden,” she spat out and continued to glare at him, still not completely trusting of him just yet.
The sight was almost comical to Sesshoumaru. He could smell the fear mixed in with her own peasant scent, but she was trying pretty well to hide it. His arms were crossed over his chest and a smirk graced his face. “In any case, we will be staying here for a week and then we will head home... wife.”
Sango's glare intensified. Now it really hit her, she would be living with Sesshoumaru, in his house. She would be expected to clean and cook for him, to sleep in the same bed... and with that came the expectation to bear him children. She shuddered as an image came to her of them in his bed doing... the nasty.
Sesshoumaru smirked even deeper when he sniffed the air in her general direction. There seemed to be a change in her scent and she now smelled aroused. He wondered... what brought it about?
“What the hell are you thinking woman?”
Sango tensed as a thought came to her. He had most likely smelled the sudden arousal radiating from her. She panicked, “N-nothing... I think I'm going to go to the b-bathroom,” she said aloud. She had no idea what possessed her to share that, as if she needed his approval to go to the bathroom. she watched him nod anyway and she made her escape quickly towards it as if locking herself in the bathroom would erase the fact that he had smelled her arousal.
She was almost to the bathroom when she felt Sesshoumaru's strong arm wrap itself around her waist. All her self defense training seemed to go out the window in her panic and she flailed her arms and legs violently, hoping that he would let her go. She just had to get away from him. She couldn't let him think that even a small part of her was excited about being married to him.
Sesshoumaru pulled her to him relishing the feel of her body pressed tightly against him. He had felt her body before when he pulled the sleeping girl from the limo and brought her to their suite. He remembered the womanly curves under his hands and ever since he had thrown her on the only bed in the bedroom, his hands itched to touch them again.
“S-Sesshoumaru... l-let me go!” she yelled.
Sesshoumaru gently pushed her into a wall while he himself pushed into her. The scent of her growing fear assaulted his nose... it was driving him crazy, especially when it was mixed with that of her anger. “What is all that flailing going to do, hmm?” he smirked as he nuzzled her hair.
Sango shook her head and elbowed him in the chest, but of course she knew it wouldn't do much of anything to a demon of his caliber. She was strong... but he was stronger.
He felt her elbow connect with his clothed chest. The action didn't hurt him much but instead brought him to his senses. As much as he wanted this girl right now, he would have to wait. He wouldn't dishonor her or his family by taking her by force... that was beneath him. But oh how her scent called to him.
Sesshoumaru gradually let go of her hands and could only smirk as she stayed put leaning against the wall, “Are you or are you not going to the bathroom?” He completely let go of her but not before firmly pressing his erection into her soft behind giving her a glimpse of what was to come.
Sango scurried into the bathroom and promptly slumped down on the cold tiled floor not caring what happened to her wedding dress at the moment. Even though she had strongly voiced her opposition to the marriage prior to the wedding, she found herself enjoying the little moment that they had just shared. Her eyes widened at the thought... she couldn't be coming to like this arrangement... that just wasn't acceptable. Still the struggle had excited her and she couldn't forget the feel of his erection pressed firmly into her backside. 'I have to call Kagome...'

Sesshoumaru sat on the bed replaying what had just happened. He didn't know what came over him. One minute he was glaring the girl down and the next he was pressing into her body, almost ready to ravish her.
Although she was human, he found himself drawn to her and the fact that she was now his wife and he would likely see her everyday didn't help matters much. How could this mere human, who was hostile toward him as if he were to blame for their marriage, get under his skin.
The door opened and there stood Sango, still in her wedding dress. She had a brief conversation with Kagome, which didn't help at all since as soon as Sango told her what happened, Kagome commented on how lucky her sister was. Kagome continued speaking about rather... risqué... things concerning her and Sesshoumaru, which made her think differently about him... 'Thanks a lot Kags'
She tried her hardest to glare at him, but after the incident just moments before, all she could do was blush and narrow her eyes... which wasn't too threatening.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, she moved from the bedroom into the hallway to answer the door. There on the other side was Jaken with a few of Sesshoumaru's bags in his hands, the rest were being carried by the young bellhop that had helped him. Jaken scurried into the suite and left the bags on the floor near the door.
"You are dismissed Jaken," said Sesshoumaru, coming into the hallway.
Jaken nodded and started to leave. At the moment, the bellhop entered the room with the rest of the bags and his eyes widened as he looked at Sango. She was breathtaking. She looked somewhat flushed due to the earlier incident with her husband, and still wore her tight fitting wedding dress. The bellhop immediately dropped the bags, luckily there was nothing fragile in them, and took her hands in his.
"My dear lady!" he started.
Sango looked up at him. He was quite handsome with dark short hair tied back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had two small gold earrings in the left ear, while he wore only one in the right ear. Sango couldn't help but look into his dark purple eyes... it was such a strange color, but it entranced her. That is, until he spoke again.
"Would you be willing to bear my child?"
Sango just looked at him as if he were crazy and he still had a hopeful look on his face. Everything was silent, until there was a violent growl behind them, making Sango remember that Sesshoumaru was in the room.
"Who the hell are you?" Sesshoumaru moved between Sango and the bellhop and growled again. He grabbed the bellhop's collar and raised him up above the ground a few inches.
"M-Miroku sir."
"Well Miroku, I suggest you get out of here or I'll tell your supervisor that you accosted my wife!" He didn't really give Miroku a choice since he threw him out of the still open door and slammed it once Miroku's back had hit the wall across the hallway.
“Sesshoumaru... what the fuck?” she screamed. Sesshoumaru said nothing, instead he walked back into the bedroom. Sango followed his retreating form with her eyes, bewildered by what just happened. She turned around and opened the front door again, outstretching her arm for Miroku. “Are you okay?”
Miroku took her hand and stood up slowly, “Well, I was just thrown into a solid wall by an angry youkai, but other than that I am wonderful.”
Sango smirked, “It was a stupid question... sorry.”
“Do not apologize my lady.”
“Um...” Sango blushed, “You can knock off the 'my lady' stuff, just call me Sango,” she smiled. “Also, unless you want to be thrown again, I'd knock off the child bearing thing too... that's kind of... creepy.”
“Forgive me my l-- Sango. I am a sickly man and I wish to leave my legacy before I check into the hospital one of these days and never return,” he said with a grin that made it hard to believe him.
“Really?” Sango asked in disbelief. “What? Is it the middle ages? That explanation won't fly in the twenty-first century...”
Miroku looked up in deep thought and finally shrugged his shoulders after a while, “Well... the twins in room 203 bought it.”
Sango couldn't help but crack a smile. That's what she needed after the events that had unfolded and made her an instant wife.
“What can I say? I like the ladies!”
“Duly noted...” she turned around, looking at the hallway to make sure that Sesshoumaru was still in the bedroom. The door was still closed, but he could silently creep up on them at any moment. “Look, you better leave before he comes out again.”
Miroku looked around in fear. He wasn't up for being thrown into the wall again. “A-Are you going to be okay here... with him?”
She looked back at the closed door of the bedroom and nodded, “Yeah.”
Miroku gave her hand one last kiss and walked away leaving a slightly blushing Sango behind. Sango smiled and walked across to the bedroom. She swung the door open and was about to give Sesshoumaru a piece of her mind when her breath hitched.
He was in bed, naked from what she surmised, and the thin white sheet was messily placed over his lower body. He pretended to be focusing on whatever was on the TV at the moment. Sango shook her head, hoping the image would erase itself from her mind, but that was rather hard when he was right there in front of her. “W-what the fuck was that Sesshoumaru?”
“Hmmm?” he just kept looking straight ahead at the TV.
“You threw him into a wall... do you know you can get sued for hurting an employee,” she snapped her fingers in front of his face, hoping to take him out of whatever daze he was in, but to no avail.
“Unless you want me to bite your hand off, I suggest you move it from my face... I am trying to watch TV,” he said impassively.
Sango walked away in fury, mumbling something about how he was acting childish. “I bet you were jealous.”
He turned to look at her. His face was emotionless and eyes vacant, just as they had been during the wedding ceremony. She almost panicked as he stood up from the bed. The sheet slid down over his pale legs revealing... boxer shorts.
She sighed in relief, knowing that she wouldn't see that part of her husband just yet. “Why would I not?” he trapped her between his arms once again and she felt her back touch the wall. “You are mine.”
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