Disclaimer: I DO NOT own ANY of the characters of Inuyasha I'm about to use. Rumiko Takahashi has claim over them. However I DO own this story itself so ha!

(I accept constructive feedback, but I will NOT accept flames. If you dislike my story please do it in a courteous manner and tell me what it is that you don't like. Again NO flames, it's just childish).

This is it! My newest story and I can assure you it will be a fiery one. The flames will hardly die down in this one. I came up with the original story in my writers craft class. Of course it was a lot more moderate than this, but after I handed the assignment in all new ideas began flowing into my mind, all the original characters were replaced by Inuyasha characters and a new story was born. The story I'm about to reveal to you now. So I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

!Warning!: This story contains lemons and other citrusy content as well as mature content, graphic and sexually explicit scenes. There is violence and bad language. It may contain hints of yuri in later chapters. Readers' discretion is advised. You have been warned, therefore if you have no interest to the conditions of this story turn back now and find something milder to read.

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Getting Down to Business

Chapter 1: The last one

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Let's just say that the last one wasn't so lucky. He screwed up and he screwed up big. His name was Naraku Onigumo and he worked for me. He was probably the most homosexual guy I have ever known. I didn't mind it, for prejudice and discrimination are unacceptable in my company. I believe people are equal in the work place regardless of sexual orientation, race etc. So again I didn't mind it... just as long as he didn't touch me. The first couple of months were just fine and he had proven to be an outstanding secretary. Until I began to notice some unusual signs that is.

It began first when I noticed that my office had been cleaned from top to bottom one morning when I came in. At first I thought the janitors were looking for a raise. I couldn't see why they would because they are the most well paid janitors in the country. A multi-billionaire can afford to pay his workers well. Then I found out that it had actually been Naraku that cleaned my office. He smiled and simply stated that being at work would be a lot better if I were in a better working environment. I didn't think much of it really, but I thanked the man anyway for going through the trouble. At the end of the day I told him to just let the janitors do their job, while he stayed focused on his own.

The second sign was when I decided to arrive at the office twenty minutes early. I was startled to see that Naraku was there before I was. I looked at my watch again making sure that the time was correct. He wasn't due to work for another hour now, so why was he here so early. He looked exhausted, with bags hanging below his eyes. "What time did you get here?" I had asked.

"Oh, honey I never left from work yesterday." He said giving me a tired smile. Okay, there were three things wrong with this picture:

I realized that he was wearing the same suit he was wearing yesterday, so there was no way he could be lying

I did NOT like the way he was smiling at me and

He just called me honey...

He did it again just five days later and I made it perfectly clear that I was not going to pay him extra for the extra hours he put in. Oddly enough he didn't seem to mind. But half-demon or not I refuse to accept an exhausted secretary. So I told him that I preferred he get more sleep. After that he didn't do it again. He is so unusually dedicated to his work... or was something else driving him? Was he after the company? No... it doesn't seem like his intentions are there. I do not understand this man at all.

The third sign was three weeks later when I was searching for a missing file. Naraku had left for his break so I couldn't ask him if he'd seen it or if I'd given it to him. There was absolutely NO way that I had misplaced it. I rarely ever misplace anything. However, business in my company has been extremely busy lately that the impossible could very well be possible.

I decided to search his desk in the waiting room in front of my office. Upon opening his top drawer I found a long lock of silver hair neatly tied in purple ribbon. I was at a loss for words... well actually I said three words. "What the fuck?" I tried to keep my temper lowered. It just so happens that my hair was the exact same colour and texture as the one in his desk. How was it that he was able to obtain a lock of my hair? I hardly ever cut my hair except for when my wife Kagura insists that my hair is too long when it reaches my upper thighs. That's when I allow her to cut it. My hair now is in a neat low ponytail at the nape of my neck. Its length is at my lower back. But this is treading away from the point. My hair varies in length therefore I wouldn't have noticed a difference if he really had cut my hair. What really bothers me now was how the hell he was able to get a hold of hair from I, Sesshomaru without my noticing?

This man was a slippery one, and I can't help but feel that he's up to something. Why he had my hair I wouldn't know. And I shivered (What? I shivered?) at the fact that maybe, just maybe this guy had a thing for me. Or worse... obsessed. I hope I'm just over reacting. Now I'm not a conceited man, but I'm not very modest either. I don't care for lying and I tend to be quite brutally honest. I know the truth when I see it and the truth is, I'm one good-looking motherfucker. This, Sesshomaru will not deny it if ever the topic came up. But to catch the eye of another of the same gender was most disturbing and defiantly uncomfortable.

I am a powerful man of business. I cannot and will not let those beneath me slow me down. So closing the drawer I stepped back into my office only to find the missing file labeled 'important' lying on the floor in front of my desk halfway hidden beneath it. Wonderful.

The fourth sign, no the last straw was the day I came home from work and heard my wife scream. She never screamed. Ever... Okay so perhaps I made her scream a few times in bed, but this time I wasn't doing it to her. Making her scream I mean. On top of that, I smelt a disgusting familiar scent of someone else and fear. I leaped to the top of the stairs.

"No, stop!" I heard her scream again. It was coming from the bathroom. Not even checking to see if the door was open, I blasted it open off its hinges with a single kick. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. A butcher knife from MY kitchen being held to MY wife's neck. Her skin was wet indicating that she had just stepped out of the shower. She wore a bathrobe and her bare shoulders were exposed. Her robe was slightly open but given that she was in a life or death situation she didn't notice or care.

I saw fear in her eyes, and it made me sick. I, Sesshomaru was the only man she was allowed to be afraid of. When I made her afraid of me there was always the scent of arousal mixed in. But not this time.

"Sessho-koi, please... help me!" She cried out, calling me by that nickname I both loved and hated.

"Shut up bitch! You don't deserve a man like him! Shut up! Just fucking shut up!" He screamed at her. His voice snapped me out of my state of shock (Surprising, I was shocked. What's the world coming to?). Adrenaline rushing through me as if my blood was a boiling river in my veins. I grabbed Naraku's knife wielding hand although he struggled against my strength I pulled his arm away with ease and Kagura ran out of his grasp and behind me.

"Go call the police baby." I told her and she didn't hesitate to do so. A deep raging growl started from the depths of my chest, cutting through my throat and seeped out from my lips. Just the smell of him made my blood boil all over again. I absolutely hated that menacing look in his blood shot eyes. My claws were clenched and ready to rip him into ribbons.

"I saw her picture on your desk yesterday and it just made me so angry. I believed so much that I had a chance with you. Baby just think, if she's out of the picture she wouldn't be in the way of... us." He said. A quiver in his voice and I swear I saw his eye twitch. What a delusional messed up sicko! In a matter of seconds I had my hands clutched tightly around his neck.

"You make me sick!" I spat at him, and he whimpered.

"Oh, I love it when you're aggressive!"His voice was shaky from lack of air. Out of rage I smashed his head into the bathroom mirror, and watched as blood poured out from the wound above his brow. My temper was not one to be messed with. Oddly enough he sighed. Was this guy mentally ill? "Mmmm, I've dreamed of the day you would take me roughly. I like it rough." He whimpered again. I removed his head from the broken glass and dug my claws into his neck and I heard him gurgle a bit of blood.

"What... the fuck... is wrong with you?" I breathed out trying my best to keep my demon at bay. It was one thing to destroy my bathroom, but to destroy my house and perhaps the neighborhood? Taking my wife with it? Not a chance, so I breathed deeply to keep myself calm. Naraku let out a struggled breath.

"You're deep, sexy voice makes my cock hard..." That was it; I lost it I could see that my eyes had flickered a red colour when I glanced into the broken mirror behind him. With my lengthened claws I slapped his head so hard I heard a snap and his head rotated a full 180 degrees around. Sure enough he was dead in an instant. I felt a strong almost over whelming urge to literally fulfill my wish of ripping him apart. It took me a while to regain my composure and steady my breathing. I dropped his dead limp body on the ground. I washed my hands to be rid of the blood that stained my hands before I turned around to find my Kagura standing in the hall.

"Take it out of my pocket please." She asked me. I was puzzled but reached both hands into the pockets of her robe and in her left pocket there was a binding spell written in old Japanese in it. Her tensed body now relaxed, and I understood that if it wasn't for this thing she would have been able to fight Naraku off. "People still use these things?" She snorted. "Pathetic." And I agreed because I knew she was capable of probably killing him and dispose of his body all before I'd ever got home. What a pussy. I flushed it down the toilet. "The cops will be here any minute." She said looking at Naraku' body. She looked at it as though it were a dead bug on the ground. It didn't faze her; centuries of dead bodies could do that to anyone.

Then she wrapped her arms around my torso, and I held my arms protectively around her shoulders. "Perfect, that gives us plenty of time." I said jokingly and she looked up to smile at me.

"Nah, I think I'm going to punish you some more." She said slipping out of my grasp and headed for the stairs. I glared at her back.

"Don't you think I deserve some sort of thank you for saving your ass?" I gritted my teeth. She looked over her shoulder and lifted her bathrobe, showing me the luscious rounded ass I once enjoyed fucking.

"Oh you mean this ass?" She asked me innocently. I tightened my hands into fists to restrain myself from jumping her. She dropped the fabric back in place, and smiled. God I married an evil woman. "Well thanks for saving my ass. Happy?" She proceeded down the stairs.

"Very." I replied sarcastically through my teeth.

She began 'punishing' me when we had an argument a long while ago. The last thing she said to me was, 'No sex for a week!' I smirked at her then thinking that she'd come crawling back and I'd make her swallow her words and perhaps something else the same night. I couldn't handle the first night or the second. I constantly bought her gifts. I sent her a $300 bouquet of flowers to her work and still nothing. Somehow I had survived a whole week and it was I, that came crawling back (of course not in a literal sense, this is me we're talking about).

She drove me crazy when she said she didn't mind seeing me suffer another week. I continued pouring on the gifts and it even came to the point where I bought her a brand new crimson coloured Porsche. The same colour as her favourite lipstick. It was the new 2010 version not even out on the market yet. Yes I went as far as buying her a brand fucking new car and would you believe it? She still wouldn't budge! It has now been three weeks and she has officially driven me sexually insane.

My male instinct would tell me 'why not cheat on her?' But I had to face the facts, no other woman satisfied me the way Kagura does and masturbation was absolutely beneath me. I was an all or nothing kind of man and I will NOT settle for less. So here I am three weeks later, and I'd most likely win the award for most hard-ons in an hour. I looked down at the bulge I was now thinking about and looked into the bathroom. Oh that's right, dead body. Can't have a cold shower now... I'd forgotten about that. That's what Kagura did to me, she made me forget all about everything else. Then I heard the doorbell ring.

Kagura had just opened the door when I had arrived. Her robe was still slightly open. There were three cops and two of them gawked at her until I came into view. Yes her body was an amazing site, probably enough to turn the heads of other women... and she was all mine. I snaked my arm around her shoulders and held her close, glaring at the cops at the door while she closed her robe with a slight blush on her neck and chest. I suppose she had forgotten what she was wearing.

The cop in the middle however knew very well not to gawk at my wife. In fact I knew he wasn't very fond of her anyway. Good. "Ah, Officer Jaken how nice to see you again." I smirked. He noticeably stiffened the second I said his name.

"Lord Se-... um... Mr. Shotai, it's good to see you again." He said nervously in his raspy voice. He smokes too much. I held a smug look on my face.

About a century ago, Jaken had been my loyal servant. He highly respected me and followed me wherever I went. After centuries of loyalty I felt no need for a servant. Especially after I met Kagura, I didn't want a third wheel around. So I helped him get on track with his life. In fact I was the one who helped him get a job in the police force. I felt oddly generous at the time so I helped him obtain a higher authority position. Now recently he has been promoted to chief of police.

Of course naturally whenever I came into the picture that old sense of loyalty would come flooding back to Jaken. He never quite shook it off and that played fairly well in my part, thus I never got into trouble with the law. I allowed him into my house, and Kagura shut the door behind us. "Please give me the details of the situation sir." He asked, stroking his chin. He was a short man, standing at about 5'1". He had pale green skin as if he always looked sick. Many years ago he had looked a darker green, perhaps because bathing wasn't an absolute requirement way back then. He had a pointy nose and yellowish eyes. I was never really sure what kind of demon he was nor did I really care. Perhaps he's an imp? Oh well, this information I not relevant.

"The man upstairs known at Naraku Onigumo, tried to murder my wife but when I came home he threatened to kill himself if I didn't kill her myself." Kagura hid her face in my chest and sobbed. I didn't smell any tears. I rubbed her back and successfully fought a smile. I was sure Jaken could smell no tears either, but that did not matter. "I thought he was bluffing, so I refused of course. Nothing means more to me than my wife." I said trying to imitate a pain stricken look on my face. "So he killed himself, smashing his head into the mirror many times until he cracked his neck."

"Oh it was so horrible! I was so s-scared!" My wife whimpered into my chest breaking down into a whole new set of 'sobs.' I covered my mouth and shook my head pretending to be in disbelief, when in all actuality I was smiling underneath it. I couldn't fight the smile this time.

I watched as Jaken gulped and nodded. He didn't dare to question me. The act wasn't so much for him but for the human bystanders who obviously didn't know my wrath. Had it been anyone else they would have been arrested on the spot in a situation like mine. But This, Sesshomaru was the only exception to Jaken doing his job right. Not after all I've done for him. He thought for a moment and nodded again. "Alright Lor-... Mr. Shotai, we'll see to it that this mess is disposed of ASAP. He took out his radio and began talking into it to call more people to help with the mess in the washroom and dispose of the body. I smirked again. Was there anything that I, Sesshomaru could not do? I could abuse my power whenever and however I wished. It felt good to be me. I picked Kagura up and pinned her to the front door holding her in place with my hips.

"You know I love it when lie like that." I whispered into the skin on her neck. I grinded into her exposed flesh to make her feel the hard-on she was very fond of giving me for the past three weeks. I needed release and I needed it now. She bit her lip and tried to fight off a moan and failed to no avail. I kissed her warm soft lips, bruising them with force. I've wanted her for far too long, and now she was giving me what I wanted. I couldn't control my movements. My body acted on its own. I repeatedly thrusted into her banging her up against the door, and these blasted pants were the only things keeping me from the real thing. She screamed as I had sent her through her first orgasm. Perfect, now she was wet enough for me. I growled when I felt her hands slide between us where our hips met, rubbing herself and me at the same time.

"Baby we might need a new door again." I groaned into her lips. We broke the front door four times. All those times I came home from work and couldn't make it past the front door to fuck. The second I came through the door after a long day our clothes were off and there we were banging away. The last time we broke the door, we barely noticed and we continued fucking as if nothing happened. We gave the neighbors quite a show. Unfortunately, the door wouldn't be breaking tonight because the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted us. Kagura hopped down from my arms, smiled and walked up the stairs in the direction of our bedroom. Jaken stood there nervously as the other two were red in the face, their arousal evident and they failed to remain professional. I glared at them and they closed their gapping mouths.

"We're almost finished here, but we kinda need the front door to get to the ambulance." Jaken said. I nodded and followed my wife up the stairs. I shut our room door behind me and watched as her robe dropped to the floor, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

"So, where were we?" I asked slowly approaching her. She stretched her arms over her head elongating her beautiful body. Then she yawned.

"Actually I'm kinda tired Sesso-koi." She smiled and crawled into bed. I stopped dead in my tracks. I growled. My cock was throbbing and painful and there was nothing I could do about it. I changed and got into bed.

Ten minutes ago was the closest I've had to sex in three weeks, and now I was being tortured twice as bad now. I had a taste of what I could have, but I couldn't enjoy the full meal. On top of that she purposely lay next to me completely nude and it angered me more. I glared at her naked back. "I hope you're happy."

"Oh I am babe. I am." She said in a tired voice. I turned off the lights and cursed silently to myself. I couldn't sleep so I concentrated on the sounds of the cops moving through the house. I over heard one conversation the human cops were having obviously not knowing that demon ears could hear more than they thought. Or maybe they thought I was asleep.

"So he had her pinned up against the door, and let me tell you her body is absolutely amazing!" One of them told the other. Being reminded of the scene renewed my frustration. I listen to shuffling feet all night, and eventually they all left. Finally. They took too long.

Then I cursed to myself. "Shit, now I need a new secretary!"

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Well that's the first chapter, I really hope you liked that one. Just so you know, this story will be written in two POV's. Sesshomaru's and Kagome's. I may do it scene by scene or chapter by chapter. Oh, wanna know something strange? I had written this story many months ago, and then the movie Obsessed comes out. It's sorta similar to this chapter don't you think? Obsession in the work place to the point of insanity. I think the media is stalking me lol I'm just kidding, but that is quite a coincidence huh? And in case you didn't figure it out I gave Sesshomaru the last name Shotai because I felt that Taisho was kinda played out. So I switched the words around. Then I searched for what it meant and there are two meanings. One is calligraphic styles (you can Google that up if you want) and the other meaning is household or housekeeping. When I found that out I laughed because Sesshomaru in the story is the complete opposite of that. House keeping is done by maids and not him. Come on a multi-billionaire cleaning his own house? Funny. Anyway please, please review! Thanks very much! :D