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You're Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 19962 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Two:
Sesshoumaru Taisho considered himself to be a relatively simple demon. He liked the finer things in life; food, clothes, cars, and women. He was meticulous; detail orientated, and had a head for business that rivaled his father’s. He was good with investing his money, and he was nobody’s fool. People who tried to cheat him in business or in life, quickly found themselves on the receiving end of his chillingly cold ire. Sesshoumaru was nothing if not thorough, and decimating his enemies until they had nothing but the clothes on their backs and fear in their eyes was a most favorite past time of his.
He was not an easy demon to anger. He was a rather indifferent man, exacting and powerful, but impassive. He was not easily moved by petty human emotions. Nor was he swayed by guilt, compassion, or kindness. He was a demon who liked to be in control. No, he needed to be in control. Because he was smarter, faster, stronger…and he was just too damned good at it.
But for the last four years Sesshoumaru Taisho, heir to Taisho enterprises and billionaire in his own right, had been having…difficulties. There was no other word to describe what the rather impassive demon lord was going through. Occasionally he would be beset by these niggling, pestering, little…feelings. At first it had come as a shock to the stoic demon, who prided himself on his extreme sense of control.
To be honest, the problems started from the day his idiotic half-brother was born. Whether he liked it or not, Inuyasha had become a responsibility that he had no desire for. Clearly, no matter what Sesshoumaru did, the child would never fully acclimate with either the human population, or the more lofty demon elite. An outcast from day one, Inuyasha proved to be a rather pervasive thorn in Sesshoumaru’s side.
A loud, brash, cocky, insolent thorn. One who didn’t know a gift when it was given to him. As if Sesshoumaru had all the time in the world to tend to the half demon’s needs. Any minute Sesshoumaru spent in Inuyasha’s presence was, in and of itself, a gift. Sesshoumaru’s time was money. He was the head of one of the largest corporations in the world. Every second spent away from the office, or away from his blackberry, was worth thousands of dollars. But did that idiot see it as such? No. As if Sesshoumaru wanted to spend time with the worthless get. It was, however, his duty as the eldest of Inu Taisho’s sons to train the younger generations in the dog demon culture. Not that Inuyasha appreciated his efforts. No, that insolent child saw everything Sesshoumaru did to help him as a personal affront. How ironic.
Who was it that had trained the idiot to fight? To defend himself? Who was it that had trained the half breed to use more than just his eyes; but his enhanced sense of smell and hearing? Who was it that paid for the clothes on his back and the food in his belly? And did Sesshoumaru get any thanks? No. The half breed was too caught up on words, too caught up in the sticky, tangled, emotional web that humans seemed to love to weave. Disgusting. Sesshoumaru had tried, and failed, to teach the half demon to rise above such…tendencies. But it had been an effort in futility. Although Inuyasha was a strong fighter and a quick learner…he would never rise above his human side. The brash idiot simply felt too much, and too strongly. Something that Sesshoumaru found almost amusing to torment him with.
That is, until Inuyasha had been fourteen. Then, well, everything seemed to change. And not for the better. No, it was around Inuyasha’s fourteenth year that Sesshoumaru first caught scent of her. At first, he didn’t know what it was. He had stopped by Inuyasha and his human mother’s home to berate the half demon for his poor grades in public school. Despite the fact that the half demon had all of their father’s resources and money at his disposal, he had insisted on going to public school with his friends. Something that Sesshoumaru would never have allowed, but Izayoi had stood firm behind her young son. If he wanted to go to public school, then he could. After all, that was where she herself had gone, and there was certainly nothing wrong with the institution.
Sesshoumaru could simply not believe the utter gall of the woman. So Inuyasha had gone to a public school, a place that offered little to no challenge for even a half demon of Inuyasha’ caliber. He was, after all, a Taisho. One of the most elite of demon kind. It was a pity that father had sullied their bloodline with a human, and then left Sesshoumaru to deal with the repercussions. Namely a stubborn and bullheaded Inuyasha. Who simply wasn’t being pushed enough to succeed in a society where average was just not good enough. Sesshoumaru had long ago spoken with the principal of Inuyasha’s public school and made arrangements for all of the boy’s progress reports to be delivered directly to his desk at Taisho Industries headquarters.
When Sesshoumaru had seen that the boy was pulling in B’s instead of straight A’s at a public school of all places, he had felt a small spark of what could only be construed as irritation. This would not do. Not at all.
So the demon lord had cancelled his meetings and cleared his schedule. The half demon had to be set straight, whether he liked it or not. And set the boy straight he had. Except…
The half demon, for the first time since Sesshoumaru had known him, had actually smelt…good. An elusive scent, like spring rain mixed with fresh earth, had clung to the boy’s skin. It tickled the olfactory senses, teased the brain….made him want. And that was simply unacceptable. Sesshoumaru did not want for anything. It took a little investigative work, discrete of course, through a period of prolonged visits and probing questions but it wasn’t long before Sesshoumaru discovered just where that scent came from. And whom, exactly, that it belonged to.
A girl. A human girl. Sesshoumaru had been disgusted, baffled, and to put it simply…out of sorts. How could he, Sesshoumaru Taisho, last great demon lord of the West, stoop so low as to actually…enjoy the scent of a human girl? It was impossible. Improbable. And she was fourteen years old.
Repulsive.
Sesshoumaru had quickly withdrawn, ignoring all urges to track down the human child. A child. The demon lord threw himself back into his work (which wasn’t very hard to do at all) and pointedly ignored the fact that every time he saw the half breed, the female’s scent clung pervasively to his skin. Without meaning to, without even realizing it, Sesshoumaru’s bi-monthly visits soon became monthly. Then weekly. There was much, after all, that Inuyasha had to learn about demon culture. And although the youth absolutely loathed Sesshoumaru’s presence in his home, the half demon’s grades did go up. He became stronger, faster, and better equipped at fighting off an attack then most full blooded demons. With Sesshoumaru’s guidance, Inuyasha was slowly becoming worthy of his father’s blood.
It wasn’t until the past few months that something changed. At first it wasn’t really noticeable. After all, Sesshoumaru had gotten so used to his little visits that he had long ago forgotten the reason for them. At first it had just been a vague sense of something different. Something…changed. It took him nearly a month to figure out just what, exactly, had changed in the half breed’s home.
Inuyasha no longer smelt as strongly of the girl. Her scent didn’t cling to his skin as it once had. Bothersome. Dispassionately, Sesshoumaru wondered what had changed between the two. Clearly, Inuyasha was simply not seeing her as much as he used to. Oh well. Sesshoumaru couldn’t be troubled with it. After all, he was a busy man and had much better things to do than wonder about a girl whom he had never met. He had, of course, seen her smiling face in pictures. Sleek raven hair, usually tousled, tumbling down her back. Bright, coffee colored eyes that smiled up at the camera. A wide, generous mouth and smile. So carefree in the picture framed on Izayoi’s wall. With her arms wrapped around Inuyasha’s neck, peeking over his shoulder in impish glee. She had been sixteen years old when the photo was taken. Sesshoumaru’s first glimpse at the girl who smelt of spring.
He was too busy to care, he decided. There was too much to be done at the company, too many things that needed his attention.
It was another two months before her scent disappeared completely from his half-brother. Against his better judgment, Sesshoumaru began to worry. Was there something wrong with the human? Had she and his damnable half-brother gotten into some sort of riff? He shook such thoughts from his head, concentrating instead on his work.
It was to be only a couple of weeks later that he would meet her for the first time. At a club of all places. Sesshoumaru had almost declined Jaken’s offer to go out for the evening. The toady, who was his highly annoying but unflaggingly loyal secretary, had insisted on treating him on his birthday. As if Sesshoumaru cared for such frivolous occasions. He had let Jaken know, point blank, that he cared little for celebrating his day of birth. Such a thing was a human custom, and unworthy of the dignity of a Dog demon of his standing. Jaken had insisted, and so it seemed, had Naraku…a potential partner. One whom Sesshoumaru had been trying to win over for quite a few weeks now. With both Jaken and Naraku insisting that they go out to celebrate the occasion, Sesshoumaru had been hard pressed to say no. What could it hurt?
He didn’t realize that Naraku would insist on bringing him to a strip club. Sesshoumaru did not frequent places where human women took off their clothes for money. There were several reasons for this; one being that the scent of male arousal in the air was cloying and disgusting. Two? Sesshoumaru had no interest in looking at human women undress. It had been quite some time since he had a bed partner, but they had always been female demons. Human women would never be able to sate him sexually. Sesshoumaru was a bit…controlling when it came to sex. He needed someone who was strong enough to take what he could dish out, but would not chomp at the bit, so to speak. He had certain interests, liked certain things. Not just anyone, and certainly not a human woman, was able to fulfill his desires. When they walked into the club, Sesshoumaru had nearly turned on his heel and strode right out. He didn’t know what stopped him from doing just that. Potentially lucrative partnership or not, Sesshoumaru normally would never had forced himself to endure such a place. He didn’t know why he didn’t leave. It wasn’t until he was in the building for a few minutes that it hit him.
She was here.
Her scent coated this place, beneath the stronger smells of lust, arousal, liquor and smoke. Hidden in the rubbish like a sparkling gem. The smell of fresh earth and rain. Immediately his golden eyes had narrowed, his interest peaked. What was that little girl doing in a place like this? Little more than a child, she had no business being in such an establishment. Should he escort her out? Did he really care to? Where were these protective urges coming from? For some reason Sesshoumaru was bothered by the fact that Inuyasha’s little friend was in this club. It made a part of him angry. Why? He had no idea. He did not care to examine the strange feelings that were now coursing through his blood stream. He wanted to find her, drag her out of here and…
And what? Give her a stern talking to? Scold her? Sesshoumaru had never met the child before. She was Inuyasha’s friend. She would hardly know him from a stranger off the street. Who was he to remove her from here and send her home? Because that was exactly what he wanted to do. His first instinct was to protect the girl.
That was, until the music changed and the lights dimmed.
“Introducing our youngest and most flexible in the collection, Blue.”
At first Sesshoumaru paid no heed to the stage where a young woman strutted out, hips swaying to the fast beat of the music. He had been too busy looking for the girl while telling himself he was doing no such thing. It was by chance that his gaze landed upon the stage and the young woman who stood, legs spread wide as she bent over to snap up a twenty dollar bill, tossing a wink over her shoulder. He sucked in a shocked breath as she sashayed across the stage, her outfit leaving nothing to the imagination. High, firm, breasts. Mile long legs that ended in a tight, firm, ass. Beautifully laughing coffee colored eyes. A generous mouth turned up into a sexy smirk. As she danced Sesshoumaru could only stare in shock. Shock because this was the last place he had expected the girl to be. And shock because, despite his previous protests otherwise, he was actually aroused by her.
A horrible mixture of emotions welled up in him then, stirring painfully in his chest. Shock. Arousal. Anger.
How dare she? How could she possibly illicit such feelings within him? A man who prided himself on his self-control was quickly losing it. He actually wanted her. No longer a little girl in his mind, the woman on stage who swayed with the music, her movements almost feline as she arched her back and thrust her hips, stirred within him a terrible arousal. He knew, in that moment, that he would do anything to have her. She was no innocent. There was no need any more to pretend otherwise. Unfortunately for this girl…she had unwittingly unleashed a beast. A monster. Ruthless. Cunning.
It was then that the plan formed in his mind. He pulled his secretary aside, whispered instructions in his ear. Unflaggingly loyal, Jaken did not question him. He knew the steely look in Sesshoumaru’s eyes.
The lord was on the hunt. And he would take down his prey. Mercilessly.
When he confronted her in the hallway, the surprise that swam in her eyes, the fear, was like a sucker punch to his gut. He loved the way she looked. A contradiction. Dressed like a slut, but blushing like a virgin. She looked down and away, instinctively avoiding his gaze. It was all he could do not to take her there, pin her to the wall and have his way with her.
Where was this feeling coming from? Why did he feel so damn strongly? It was a conundrum that he had no desire to sit by and quietly analyze, as was his wont. He wanted to run his hands through her hair, fist them in the silky tresses, and inflict her with his kiss. He wanted to wash away the scent of other men that clung to her skin, replace it with his own. The urge to claim her, make her submit to him and his beast was strong. Too strong.
When she tried to deny him, deny the truth, he had not been able to help himself. He had pushed himself into her space, using his body as a weapon of intimidation. He demanded honesty. Demanded respect. He saw her flinch away from him. Saw the fear of discovery, and the knowledge that she had been made.
She knew exactly who he was.
And now? She knew who was in charge. Sesshoumaru whispered his threats in her ear, letting her feel the power that burned hot and alive in his body. He could feel the subtle trembling of her body, delighting in her acquiescence. He had had to have a taste of her there. It took more effort than he was willing to admit to walk away from the girl. But he did.
And now she was in his home. In his domain, under his rule. Her cheeks a becoming shade of pink as she flicked through the glossy 8x10s. Damning pictures of Kagome stripping, teasing the crowd with that lithe little body.
His golden eyed gaze flicked to the outfit she wore, narrowing on the worn jeans and flannel jacket. The jeans were tight fitting, hugging her budding curves. But the jacket spoke of hard times, Sesshoumaru could clearly see where it had been patched, several times over. His golden eyes narrowed. When Inuyasha had first starting hanging around with this human, he had the girl’s family investigated. Nothing of interest turned up. Just another middle class family, average in every way. So what had changed? Or perhaps the girl was trying to play some sort of game with him. Either way, Sesshoumaru didn’t particularly care. He wanted this woman beneath him, begging for his cock, and the sooner the better.
“Do I have to repeat myself, Kagome?”
Sesshoumaru watched as a myriad of emotions washed over the human woman’s face. Pain, anger, fear…defiance. His lip twitched upwards at the last one. He did so enjoy breaking the defiant ones.
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Kagome felt a mixture of fear and loathing twist in her stomach. If she were to be completely honest with herself, she had been expecting this from the moment he had pinned her against the wall in the hallway at the Golden Butterfly. There had been no give in his eyes, no compassion, and there was certainly none now. She could feel his stare as if it were a brand against her skin, hot and probing. Waiting. Like a predator, and she his prey. Slowly her hands fisted into tiny, shaking, balls of helpless anger.
What she wanted to do was to tell him to go screw himself. What she wanted to do was turn on her heel and storm out of the door, slamming it in his holier-than-thou-art face. She wanted that smug look in his eyes gone, that small but telling upward smirk on his lips vanquished. What she wanted, more than anything, was to tell him to do his worst, because she didn’t care.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Because Kagome did care. She knew how her mother would react. Knew that she would be absolutely devastated. The last thing that Kagome wanted to do was cause her mother more grief. What was going on with Souta was enough for all of them to deal with; her mother didn’t need to know that her only daughter had been taking off her clothes for money. She wouldn’t care that the money put food in their bellies or paid (partially) for Souta’s treatments. So Kagome, for the first time in a long time, swallowed her pride and grit her teeth. Slowly, she nodded her acquiescence, ignoring the flicker of triumph that briefly flared in Sesshoumaru’s eyes.
God she hated that pompous bastard. It wasn’t bad enough that he was black mailing her, forcing her to do god-knows-what with him in his mini mansion. No, he had to go and add insult to injury by making her quit her job at the Golden Butterfly. Kagome’s family needed that money to keep their heads above water. So now, instead of working two days a week stripping for four hours, she was working the evening shift at Big Al’s Diner Monday through Thursday and a double Saturday and Sunday. Her only day off was Friday, and instead of doing the six page essay on Shakespearean Literature due Monday, or the four pages of equations she had to solve for Math class, Kagome was here. In Sesshoumaru Taisho’s house. Her best friend’s older brother (who he hated) and one of the most powerful men in the world.
And he wanted her to take her clothes off. To strip down until she was in nothing more than her birthday suit. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was that he wanted from her. And yet still, Kagome couldn’t help herself from asking, she couldn’t stop the words from pouring caustically out of her mouth. There was an unspoken challenge in her tone. A challenge to own up to what he was doing, to look in the mirror and see himself.
“What is it, exactly, that you want from me? And for how long?”
Sesshoumaru leveled her with an icy glare as a humorless smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.
“What do I want?” He queried almost idly.
And suddenly he was in her space, stealing the breath from her lungs as he pushed her against the wall of the grand foyer. She gasped at the hard, hot, press of his taller, stronger, form trapping her there. Gasped as one of those hands wove through her ink black hair, fisting at the nape of her neck. A pained grunt was torn from her as he jerked her head backwards, bearing her throat to his piercing gaze. There was an almost animalistic snarl twisted across his lips, completely at odds with the impassive tone of voice.
“What I want,” his lips brushed against the sensitive curve of her neck, hot tongue flicking across the pulse point. “Is to be buried so deep inside you,” His free hand came down, grasped her thigh and lifted it up around his hip. Kagome let out a surprised yip as he pressed his hips forward, grinding his rigid, male, length against her feminine core. “That you won’t be able to tell where I end, and you begin.”
Helplessly her hands came up to press against his chest, trying in vain to put some distance between them. She had come here knowing what he wanted from her, and yet fear stole the very breath from her lungs, even as his close proximity had heat building in her lower stomach.
“As for how long we will have our little…arrangement.” Sharp canines scrapped across her neck, teasing the thin, sensitive skin there. Kagome shivered , squirming beneath his hold, unable to escape his steely grasp.
“Well that…depends.”
Kagome swallowed thickly, her eyes rolling up and to the side as she tried to meet Sesshoumaru’s gaze.
“O-On what?” She hated the nervous stutter in her voice, the way her hands shook and her heart beat like a trapped animal in her chest.
“On how good it feels to be inside you, of course.”
Kagome stuttered her indignation, ignoring the almost amused grunt that fell from his lips. She struggled against him, but her thrashing got her nowhere. Instead, Sesshoumaru only moved closer, his lips slanting across her own as he took possession of her mouth. There was no other word to describe the way he claimed her with his lips, teeth and tongue.
And just as her own lips were parting beneath the passion of his kiss, just as her hips arched without conscious thought towards his own, Sesshoumaru withdrew. Kagome was left alone, trembling and breathless, slumped against the wall.
“So what will it be Ms. Higurashi? Your clothes? Or your pride?”
Breathlessly Kagome straightened; embarrassed at the way her legs trembled and the way her lips tingled and ached for his kiss. He had done it on purpose, she knew. Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, Kagome stood ramrod straight before the hard, cool, gaze of Sesshoumaru Taisho. With harsh, jerky, movements she stripped off her coat, folding it gently before setting it down on the ground behind her. The coat was the last one she had, and she certainly couldn’t afford to buy another one. Not since she quit her job, anyways. As she went to remove her t-shirt, both hands gripping the bottom hem, she was stopped by hot, firm, hand on her arm.
“I’ve changed my mind.” Sesshoumaru’s voice, full of cool disdain, whispered softly in her ear.
Thank god. Maybe he was finally seeing what he was doing was wrong, mean, and downright cruel. It was about time the man came to his senses! Some of the relief she was feeling must have shown on her face, because Sesshoumaru’s gaze flicked over her, the corner of his lip kicking up in a barely perceptible smirk.
“You will dance for me. In the living room. Come.” And without further prompting, Sesshoumaru’s hand wrapped tight around her wrist and dragged a stunned Kagome through the hallway, past several rooms (was that a library?), until they reached the living room. Plush, white, carpet and warm toned cream walls. A large sofa rested against one wall, opposite one of the largest marble fire places Kagome had ever seen. A behemoth of a stereo system was recessed in one wall, with speakers at small intervals fastened to the ceiling. Beautifully depicted nature scenes painted and hung in gilt, golden frames decorated the room. This room was clearly made for relaxing, though Kagome didn’t see a television anywhere. She startled as her contact with Sesshoumaru was abruptly severed.
Sesshoumaru took a seat on the sofa, ankle resting on his knee, and leaned back into the very comfortable looking couch, leaving Kagome standing alone and awkward in the middle of the large room. She watched, stunned and fascinated, as one of those powerful, lean, hands went to the tie around his neck and began to work it free from his shirt collar.
“You may begin.”
Begin? Begin what? A moment later the fast pumping beat of a top pop song came over those impressive speakers, surrounding them in sound. Wait a minute… did he want her to strip for him? To…dance? Wide, confused brown eyes met and clashed with hot molten gold. Kagome swallowed thickly.
Yup. That was exactly what the ice prince wanted. Kagome danced for a crowd. She danced with the knowledge that there was a security team in the club who would beat up and kick out any unwanted male attention that crossed the ‘look but don’t touch’ line. But here? Here she had no such assurances. Sesshoumaru seemed to think that he could touch her just as much as he wanted to, without her say-so. And the sad fact of the matter was that as long as he had those damning photos of her, he could do whatever he wanted for however long he wanted. A spark of anger lit bright and hot in her heart. It just wasn’t fair! Kagome had enough on her plate; she didn’t need some pompous asshole with a silver spoon in his mouth controlling her life on a whim. So he wanted her to dance for him did he? A hard, angry, smile twisted across Kagome’s mouth as her eyes narrowed and shot daggers at her unsuspecting prey.
Well. Kagome was just going to have to put on a show that he would never forget. And the fact that she was going to walk out that door when it was done? Well, hell, she couldn’t wait to see the look on his face as she walked away, telling him to keep his stupid pictures and blackmail. She wasn’t having any of it.
So, it was with a smirk of triumph that Kagome toed off her shoes, her hips already swaying to the beat of the music.
Sesshoumaru had no idea the monster he had just unleashed… and he wouldn’t, until it was too late.

Authors Note:
Sorry it took a while for the update on this fic, but I totally wrote myself into a corner the first time around. This is the second version of this chapter (the first version was remarkably different). If this chapter seems forced or off, it’s because I literally had to sit down and force myself to write (something I generally do not do).
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. Honestly, your reviews are the only reason I even wrote a second chapter to this story. (I’m still not in love with this chapter either, even after re-writing it)
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