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Blood is the New Black	By : QueenoftheDream Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 5749 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Kagome groaned and opened her eyes before throwing off her daisy-spotted comforter. The lights of her apartment were already on. Her phone blinked 8:37pm. She groggily trudged out of her bedroom and down the hall to see Sesshomaru fully dressed and parked in front of her small television, lounging on the couch like he owned the place. She squashed a “hmph” of petty resentment and opted instead for an exaggerated yawn, bringing his attention to her stretching form in the doorway.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he mockingly chirped. Kagome narrowed her eyes with a scowl and sat on the other side of her creaking, lumpy couch to gaze at the flickering screen. She knew it was just artifice, something to burn time until the sun went fully down.
“What’s the schedule today, O Glorious Master?” she mumbled sarcastically as she reached for the remote.
Sesshomaru smacked her hand away. “We’re going to the Club. You’ve met one team in this game. It’s time to meet another.”
“You mean the Anarchs? Will there be… trouble?” Her voice was hesitant and she looked at him with skepticism.
He turned to her with one eyebrow raised and the corner of his mouth lifted in a roguish grin. “As long as you don’t say or do something stupid, no. That being said, you seem to be a magnet for trouble, so I can’t say for sure. It has crossed my mind that I might’ve made a terrible error in judgement when I chose you for my childe.” His shoulders shrugged in a noiseless chuckle.
“You chose me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Just that. I chose you because you looked potentially interesting and a fitting subject for my experiment.”
“Experiment?!” she squawked in outrage.
“I never imagined you would be such a pain in my ass; otherwise I would have chosen someone else to sire.”
“Fatherhood not suiting you, then?” Kagome drawled, her lip curling nastily.
Sesshomaru cracked a small smile. “No, especially since my childe is such an annoying, ungrateful hooligan.”
“Hooligan?” Kagome burst into laughter. “Who the hell says ‘hooligan’ anymore?” Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, and Kagome continued, holding her finger in his face with the air of someone dispensing a valuable fact. “And I’ll have you know that I am an upstanding member of the community and have never been,” she raised her fingers to make air quotes, “a ‘hooligan’ in my entire life.”
Sesshomaru shrugged as if he hadn’t even heard her and got off of the couch. “Put some clothes on so we can get going. We’ve got people to meet, whispers to hear, lives to ruin. We have no time to dawdle, baby.”
Kagome scoffed as she in turn heaved herself up and strode to the bedroom. Sifting through the jungle of clothes in her closet, she was aware of Sesshomaru’s footsteps approaching and stopping in the doorway just to her right. Folding her fingers under the hem of her slip, she tugged the satin over her head and left herself bare to Sesshomaru’s gaze. She lifted her gaze to meet his hooded eyes and grinned in triumph. Shifting her stance, she cocked her hip to the side, which made her small breasts jiggle ever so tauntingly. She swung her black lace bra on the tip of one finger. “I aint’ your baby.”
A smirk grew on Sesshomaru’s lips, and he stepped forward. Kagome felt her hackles rise, and she dropped the bra on the floor, forgotten. Quicker than a flash, he pushed her backward and onto one of her end tables, sending an old alarm clock and assorted bottles of nail polish and perfume clattering to the carpeted floor.
His face was dangerously close to hers, and she put her hands on his shoulders. With his own triumphant “hmph,” he dove in, teeth clashing against hers. His tongue delved into her mouth, and she harshly exhaled through her nose as she felt heat creep up her neck and into the tips of her breasts which were brushing against the fabric of his shirt. One of his hands shot up to fist in her hair, and Kagome moaned into the kiss at the introduction of the pleasure-pain.
Without warning, his other hand delved into her panties as he pushed her back flush against the bedroom wall. She bucked against his hand, and he nipped at her bottom lip, causing little rivulets of blood to drip down her chin. She mewled and panted as he made slow, deliberate strokes with his tongue, lapping up the lukewarm liquid. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, and she yanked him toward her, forcing his fingers to grind against her core with a jolt. His chest grated against her sensitive nipples, and she arched her back into the sensation with a strangled cry that was quickly smothered when Sesshomaru once more covered her mouth with his.
Kagome wantonly wriggled her hips against his hand as their tongues fought for dominance. She knew she was practically glowing red as blood suffused into her flesh. His fingers moved against her pink bud, causing her head to fall back with a breathless pant, mouth agape. She distantly remembered that her hair was still sleep-mussed and her lips swollen and without makeup, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
Then, as quickly as it started, it ended and Sesshomaru pulled away. In a lust-induced haze, Kagome attempted to reestablish contact and rasped her fingernails along his neck as he pulled back, leaving trails of ragged skin on the sides of his throat. With a rakish, condescending grin, he backed out into the hall and closed the door, leaving a frustrated Kagome behind to finish what he had started.
Some length of time later, Kagome reemerged fully dressed and staring coolly at her sire, who was leaning against the front door and flipping through an old magazine.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Kagome asked irritably, as Sesshomaru showed no sign of leaving the apartment any time soon. He looked up at her and impassively took in her form.
“I’m not going anywhere. True, I do have friends in the Anarch community, but there are also a lot of neonates and young fledglings that would love to score a pretty penny and a name for themselves by hauling me to the Prince in an urn. No, you’re going by yourself.” Kagome’s jaw dropped and she shook her head.
“Nope. No, I’m not doing this alone. Isn’t it, like, your job or something to teach me this stuff?”
“It’s not a job if I’m not being paid. It’s more like indentured servitude to my own hubris,” he mused. Kagome tapped her foot in impatience. “I am teaching you. I’m teaching you a valuable lesson on surviving in the world alone and utilizing your head. I can’t very well do that if I’m staked and left out for the sunrise.” He leveled an exasperated glare at Kagome. “It’s literally only a few blocks down the street. You don’t even have to take a cab. You’ll be fine. Just take that gun the Prince gave you, but do not use it at the Club, no matter what happens.”
“Oh…?” Kagome trailed off, awaiting his explanation.
“The Club is what’s called Elysium. An Elysium is a place where kindred- vampires- meet and get away from all the bullshit outside. There can be humans there as well, so no showing your vampire nature, you hear me?” Kagome nodded. “Weapons and brawling are strictly forbidden inside, so fights are taken outside”
“Why?”
He put down the magazine and sighed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Because even though it’s an Anarch hangout, it’s still Elysium, and the rules are enforced by the Camarilla. You stick someone with a shiv or get caught morphing into a wolf-“
“I can do that?!”
Sigh. “No, you can’t. Anyway, if you get caught, and you will be caught, you’ll get a visit from the Prince’s Sheriff, which is something nobody wants, save the Sheriff. If you absolutely have to fight some dumb fool, take it out back, but don’t expect for them to let you back in any time soon. And this goes for all Elysium locations, not just the Opus.”
“Hmm.” Kagome was leaning against the front door. “I still don’t like this. What do I tell them?”
“That’s up to you. Don’t say anything stupid, and don’t mention me beyond being your sire. Just let them rap at you and then determine for yourself what you make of all this.” He set his arms on the back of the couch and crossed his legs. “Just be back before sunrise.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed,” Kagome mumbled under her breath as she unlocked the door.
“Head about five blocks to your right once you exit the complex. Just go inside the bar- you can’t miss it. See if you can find Vince when you get there. He’ll fill you in.”
“Vince. Got it,” Kagome said. “If I’m not back by sunrise, call the President.” Sesshomaru rolled his eyes and shooed her out the door with a wave of his hand.
Kagome walked down the street and kept a sharp eye on the humans walking around her. Pedestrians passed by without saying anything on her appearance or pallor. She soon reached the front of the Opus Sanguine and could hear grating heavy metal music booming from inside. There was a line at the door much to her surprise. She walked past the queue of warm, pulsing mortals to stand before the bouncer. Lady Luck was on her side when she decided to wear her frayed denim jacket over her black tank top- she definitely looked the part of a rocker bitch. With one hand perched upon her hip, she raked her eyes up his bulky body to rest upon his scowl. One lip pucker and a few eyelash flutters later, she was through the door and among the thrumming crowd.
She fought her way to the bar and parked herself on a worn stool between where two young men were sitting and nursing drinks. There was no way they were of age. One had his head shaved into a pale blond mohawk kept vertical by who knows how much hair gel, and the other had a black patch dyed upon his crown, also kept in disarray with copious amounts of hair product. They both, for all the leather, spiked wristbands, and punk hairdos, looked like they’d just walked straight out of Mommy’s house.
They both turned to stare at her, and she felt a strange tingle run down her spine. Their brows were so light as to appear invisible, and their pale blue eyes bored into her. The two then shared a look that apparently spoke volumes. The mohawked one to her right spoke first. “Gavin Ostberg.” He pointed to the teen on her left. “My brother, Dakota. You’re new around here.”
Kagome nodded, leaning forward to hear the boy more clearly. The band playing up on the small stage at the back of the venue, “Anachronistic Goatmen” judging by the dozens of posters plastered to the red walls, was wailing away on the guitars so loud that she was surprised the amplifiers were only buzzing in protest rather than bursting into flame.
Gavin said something mid screams-meets-cymbals-meets-screeching-guitars. Kagome squinted and shook her head. “What?” she yelled over the whooping crowd and head banging guitarists.
He leaned over to yell in her ear. “Are you here to see Vince?” Kagome nodded her head yes. Gavin grabbed her by the forearm with a surprisingly tight grip and dragged her through the heaving throng of people, with Dakota bringing up the rear. With his free hand, he unlocked a door sporting a grungy “Employees Only” sign and trudged up a narrow flight of stairs, towing Kagome behind him. He led her into a dingy second floor where other similarly pale people met her with preternatural stares. Thankfully, the screeching music downstairs was slightly muffled by the floor. The wooden walls and floor had soaked up decades’ worth of beer, cigarette smoke, sex, and sweat and Kagome found herself simultaneously welcomed and repelled by the smell. It was like she’d walked into some exclusive “vampires only” clubhouse.
“You could say that,” came Dakota’s grainy voice from behind her, and Kagome jumped. She hadn’t realized she had spoken. Finding an empty spot on the wall to lean upon, she saw that Gavin and Dakota were nowhere to be seen. Her hackles started to rise when an Adonis strode toward her, his long black ponytail swaying smoothly behind him.
“You must be the new blood.” His gruff voice raced across her skin and made her hairs stand on end. She stuck her chin up as he drew closer- too close. If she had a personal bubble, it would be popped and they’d both be sticky and covered in soap. Sticky… she mentally slapped her cheeks. Bad Kagome. Focus.
“Yeah? What of it?”
His eyelids fell to half-mast with a low chuckle. “Ooh, new girl’s got spirit, boys. Did the Prince send you in for some good ol’ fashioned espionage?” He looked down at her with gunmetal blue eyes, and despite the fact that the top of her head only reached the bottom of his collarbone she gave him her best scowl.
“I’m not her errand girl, so back off.” His eyebrows drew downward and his mouth tightened in a glower, and a pang of fear lanced through her. She hoped it wasn’t visible. As soon as the stormy look appeared, it vanished, and he chucked her under the chin.
“Check that attitude, girl, or someone might yank those pretty little teeth outta your head for a trophy.” She looked up at the stranger, trying to figure out whether to trust him or to bite his fingers off. Oblivious or uncaring about her inner pondering, he continued. “Name’s Vince. This shithole is my club. Both floors,” he added with a grin.
“Vince. Right,” Kagome murmured, watchful of the eerie eyes scrutinizing her from all angles of the room. Vince motioned toward the bar against the far wall, and Kagome followed closely. As they each slid onto a barstool, he snapped his fingers at the scrawny bartender without taking his eyes off of Kagome. Her gaze traveled south of his striking blue eyes to his shapely lips and the scruff stubbling his chin. Her thoughts drifted away, and she found herself wondering what that stubble would feel like brushing against the flesh of her inner thighs…
His voice snapped her out of her reverie. “So, what brings you around these parts, new girl?”
“Kagome,” she supplied, and she tried to force down a blush at his predatory smirk. A glass slid down the counter at her, and she glanced at the bartender who sent her a vicious glare. She palmed the glass and looked into the contents with suspicion. Red. Blood red with a little straw and blue umbrella. Her own little murder in paradise.
Vince’s low voice cut back in. “PhD. This one’s on the house, babe.” She flipped the straw into her mouth with the tip of her tongue and sipped, letting the tang slide down the back of her throat. Her eyes lifted to meet his once more.
“Little Kagome,” he huskily drawled, ghosting a finger along her jawline. Her thoughts began losing sense and she felt heat in her belly begin to coil. She could see the lust in his eyes, and a shiver ran down her spine. Nothing wrong with a little strange, right…? Her eyes had traveled south, over his broad shoulders, down the hard abdominals showing through his tight tee, and rested at the hem of his shirt. They flitted back up to gaze through her lashes when he continued. “What lured this little fox into the wolf’s den?”
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Enter Koga, Ginta, and Hakkaku! This is part 1 of 2 in our introduction to the Anarchs.
This chapter was inspired by the song "Foxy, Foxy" by Rob Zombie.
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