Dun, dah, dah, dun! Chapter five ladies and gents. I think it's high time that our dear Kagome finds out Sesshomaru's little secret. How will she react? Who knows. You'll have to read to find out.

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Chapter Five: Demonic Angel

Rapping his claws against the hard surface of his desk, Sesshomaru's eyes skimmed the page for what seemed to be the millionth time. He simply couldn't concentrate. It was most infuriating. As of late, all of his thoughts lingered around the tiny, midnight haired female he had been seeing.

They had recently been spending more and more time together, each departure seeming more difficult than the one before it. His body, despite his usually unshakable control, yearned for her, longed for the silken caress of her fingers against his skin. Her lips, so delectable, trailing along his chest. The irresistible press of flesh against flesh.

They had been 'seeing' one another, as some called it, though he wasn't sure he would call it dating just yet. He cared for her, that much was certain, and the thought of another male having her drove him into a fit of rage. He wasn't all that sure as to what their relationship was, at the moment, for no verbal confirmations had been made. Were they dating? He didn't know.

A sudden spike of power in the vicinity caused him to pause in his thoughts, his attentions turning to the door where this source of power was heading.

He prepared to place his disguise up, if need be, but halted when he realized who, exactly, the aura belonged to.

Sighing, he awaited the inevitable and unwelcome entrance of his idiotic half-brother. Sure enough, the moron threw the door opened seconds later, spewing obscenities at him before he even had a chance to ask what the whelp wanted. He rarely ever got visits from Inuyasha. The rare occasions in which he did show his disgusting face were due to the fact that he wanted something or was pissed off. He guessed, since Inuyasha wasn't attempting to get into his good graces, that at the moment it was the latter.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing, asshole?" the indignant younger sibling hissed.

"I am working, Inuyasha, should you not be as well?"

Oh yes, Inuyasha was most definitely pissed. His human disguise had been shed, leaving in its wake the fuming, brazen hanyou he truly was. His claws twitched anxiously at his sides as he growled, baring his fangs. The triangular, white ears atop his head were flattened, showing his obvious distress.

"Don't give me that shit! I'm not talkin' about what you're doin' right now, I'm talkin' about what you think you're doin' with Kagome!" Inuyasha raged.

Realization washing over him, Sesshomaru plastered on a smug smirk, his voice remaining calm as he inquired, "You know her?"

"Hell yeah, I know her. She's a… friend!"

Lifting a brow, Sesshomaru asked in a bored tone, "Then tell me whelp, why is it so important to you?"

"I don't want her hangin' around dirt bags like you, that's all!" the hanyou shot back, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Chuckling in a mocking fashion, Sesshomaru placed his chin in his palm and replied, "A dirt bag, hn? If I recall properly, hanyou, it is your blood that tarnishes our family name."

"Shut up!" he snarled indignantly, his fists balling at his sides, "Leave Kagome alone, you here me!"

His features hardened slightly, his back straightening as he glared coldly at the outraged inu hanyou before him. "What Kagome and I do during our free time is none of your concern, mutt. Now leave, I haven't the time to listen to your useless prattle."

Growling, Inuyasha once again placed his shield up and turned, stomping out of the office and slamming the door behind him.

Sesshomaru could hear the thunder of his younger brother's footsteps as he stormed down the hall, his rough voice echoing in his ears. He winced as his sensitive hearing picked up Inuyasha's loud proclamation of, "Asshole!"

Grumbling, he moved to pick up his paper when the phone rang. Picking it up, he pulled back slightly when the nasally, high pitched shriek of Yura pierced his eardrums. By gods… the woman was calling to affirm his hair appointment, so why on earth did she find it necessary to talk in such a loud voice. Grunting in response to her inquisition, he set the phone down gently on the hook.

Seconds later, much to his annoyance, the phone rang yet again. Picking it up as calmly as he could, he spoke lowly into the mouthpiece, "Yes?"

Sighing inwardly as he listened to the voice of his retainer blab on the other end of the phone line, Sesshomaru couldn't help the light snarl that spilled form his lips. His mouth twisted into an uncharacteristic scowl, his elongated fangs barred as he grasped the phone a little tighter.

What was the matter with him? Normally he would have never allowed such small trifles to get to him. Yet, despite that fact, he found himself slamming the phone down moments later, abruptly ending the annoying nagging his servant had been initiating. Placing his clenched hands on the desk, he waited a moment, breathing deeply to slow the pounding of his heart.

His eyes were bleeding a fierce shade of red, their normally golden hue traded in for that of crimson. His claws punctured the palms of his hands, staining the otherwise unblemished surface of his desktop in blotches of red.

Then, like a bitch slap from Fate, the annoying electronic device hummed to life once more, buzzing in his ears like the piercing cry of a harpy. Growling loudly, he tried his best not to simply smash the thing to bits as he yanked it off the receiver and snapped into it, "What!"

"Well 'hello' to you too, Sunshine," the cheery voice from the other end replied.

Blinking a few times, the crimson leaking out of his vision, he asked, dumbfounded, "Kagome?"

When she giggled softly on the other end, his mood lightened considerably, the sound of her laughter always brightening his atmosphere.

"Yeah, it's me. Have you had your lunch yet?"

Blinking once more, he stammered, "Uh… no." He mentally gave himself a good whack, wondering why in the hell he was blithering like an idiotic, hormonal teenage boy.

"Great, do you like turkey?" she inquired next.

"I suppose so, why?" he asked in retaliation.

"You'll see," was all she said before she hung up.

He stared blankly at the phone in his hand, surprised that she had hung up. When the soft rapping of knuckles against his door alerted him of her presence, he quickly changed back into his human guise, clasping his hands together as he called out, "Enter."

The tiny onna then did just that, slipping into his office and closing the door behind her. She practically skipped up to the desk before setting down a steaming cup of coffee and a sandwich on his desk.

"Coffee and a sandwich!" she announced, "It's nothing phenomenal, but it'll do for a light lunch."

When she pulled out her own, he smirked a little and picked up his coffee, taking a whiff of it.

"Black," she told him, "just like you like it."

"Indeed," he commented, sipping it lightly.

As he regarded her silently, he thanked the heavens for sending her to him. It seemed as though she showed up right when he needed her.

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Kagome shivered a little as she looked up the street, her eyes searching for a taxi. Finding none in sight, she continued on, trudging down the street in her heels. She sorely wished that Sesshomaru would pull up in his Jaguar again and save her the walk home. But alas, Fate was a cruel mistress.

She and Sango had had a splendid time at the club, Miroku providing the majority of the night's entertainment, at Sango's expense of course. The poor girl never got a break. Inuyasha hadn't come, though they had invited him. Kouga was there, however, though he had been preoccupied the entire night thanks to a red headed fan girl named Ayame.

Kagome silently sent out a prayer of blessing to the girl, for she had saved her from another night of tiresome slapping and yelling. The club had been particularly full that night, the DJ doing a wonderful job at music selection. She had enjoyed herself.

Sesshomaru, sadly, hadn't been able to come along either, for he had said he was working late that night.

Realizing she was walking down the same street that his building was on, she looked around, smiling when she found the tall, sleek skyscraper only blocks away. Along the top floor a light shone from the office she knew to be his. Apparently, he was still working.

Kagome tensed when she heard the steady fall of footsteps behind her, turning her head only a little to find someone, a man, following her.

'Now, now, Kagome,' she scolded herself, 'lets not jump to conclusions. He might just be going the same way as you are.'

She looked up the sidewalk and, not seeing anyone else, began a faster pace, hoping that she was right in her assumption. Where were the people? Normally Tokyo was teeming with life at all times. Now, however, the streets were frightfully bare. When she heard the man behind her pick up his own pace as well, she sped up yet again.

'Oh gods he is following me,' she screamed mentally. Remembering the building, she chanted, 'If I can reach there I should be safe. I hope the doors aren't locked. With my luck, they probably will be.'

Breaking out into a run, Kagome made for the front doors of Taisho Corporation, praying she would reach them.

Just as she reached the block that the building was situated on, a strong arm slid around her waist, bringing her to a rough halt. She would have screamed, but the abrupt stop had pushed the wind from her lungs, successfully silencing her for the time being. Regaining her wind, she drew in a breath to cry out when a large, sweaty hand clamped over her mouth.

The stranger pulled her harshly into an alley, shoving her up against the brick wall and grabbing her roughly. Her screams were muffled by his palm, which reeked of cigarettes and vodka. Tears pricked her eyes as he continued to grope her, his rancid breath wafting against her cheek.

"Well you're a pretty lil' thing aren't ya?" he slurred.

Shaking her head, Kagome tried fruitlessly to push him away. His strength, much to her surprise, was not affected by his drunkenness. Something wasn't right. His eyes, their deep shade of violet, began to shimmer, almost glowing purple in the dim lighting of the alley. His nails were sharp, she noted, but it was odd. They didn't feel like nails that hadn't been clipped. In fact, they felt perfectly smooth, their tips coming to dangerous points. Like claws. When he smirked, she blanched. His canines were a little too sharp for her liking.

His hand, the one that was not occupied with covering her mouth, lifted the hem of her shirt, pulling it up so he could grab her bra clad breast.

Panic swirling through her mind she did the one thing she could think of. She bit him… hard.

His harsh cry rang through her ears as well as the street, his hand instantly leaving her mouth. Using the moment of freedom to her advantage, she screamed, "Someone help me!"

A harsh slap was her reward, sending her sprawling out onto the filth covered ground. The man was on her in a second, lips curled up in a snarl. There was no doubt about it now, the man had fangs. Not just overly sharp canines, but fangs; fangs that seemed to be getting bigger by the second.

"Fuckin' human bitch! You'll pay for that! When I'm finished with you, you're dead!" he roared from his spot above her, his hands trapping hers and pushing her jean skirt up past her hips.

'Did he just call me a human bitch? Well what else would I be? Something is not right here. If he isn't human… what is he?' Kagome's mind screamed. She tugged furiously at her hands, trying to free herself from his grip.

When she saw him begin to unzip his pants, her level of fear skyrocketed. 'No, he can't! Oh gods please no!'

Suddenly the weight on her chest was lifted, and a loud yelp echoed through the alley. Kagome looked up to find the tall, imposing silhouette of someone standing before her, his back to her.

Her attacker regained his feet from the spot in which he had fallen, his right arm bleeding profusely. He growled, actually growled, baring his freakish fangs yet again.

Her savior growled in return, the hand at his left side beginning to glow an eerie green. Kagome noticed that he too had claw tipped fingers. Who was he?

When a sliver of light from the streetlamps caught his hair, Kagome gasped, recognition striking her. There was only one person she knew with long hoary locks like that. Sesshomaru.

"Bastard," the enraged inu demon growled, "how dare you lay your filthy hands on her."

The drunken stranger chuckled, a sound filled with cruelty and malice. "So sorry mate, I just couldn't help myself. She looks so damn fine, and I was lookin' for a good, tight fuck tonight."

Huffing, Sesshomaru lifted his green tipped hand, knuckles cracking as he stated with an eerie calm, "You should have found your sick pleasures elsewhere, lowlife, for this mistake will cost you your life."

Kagome gasped as blood spewed from the deep laceration in the man's chest, a stray droplet landing not far from where she was lying. A long, glowing strand of something disappeared into the tip of Sesshomaru's fingers, returning from whence it came.

When he turned, her breath caught in her throat, her fear beginning anew. His usually stoic, amber eyes were a blazing shade of red, not unlike the color of the blood he had just spilt. When he approached her, she skittered back a little, not sure if she could trust him.

Sensing her discomfort, Sesshomaru placed his magic barrier up once again and knelt in front of her, sliding his arms under her and lifting her to his chest.

Her world began to dim as she stared up into the face of her savior, wonder shining in her eyes. "Sesshou…" she mumbled, "you came." And then all went black.

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Moaning groggily as unwanted sunshine penetrated her heavy eyelids, Kagome turned over to block out the light. Her attempt, however, was thwarted when she ran into something hard.

Cracking an eye open, she stared at the offending obstacle that had failed her attempt, trying to figure out what it was through the blurry haze that lingered in her mind.

"How do you feel?"

The strong, smooth voice gave her the answer as she turned her head up to gaze at a very amused looking Sesshomaru. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she murmured, "Fine," while lifting herself up and looking around. She was in a very well lavished bedroom, one of incredible size. The king sized bed she lay in was most definitely not hers, which lead her to ask, "Where am I?"

"You are in my home. I brought you here after you fainted last night."

She nodded, looking back at Sesshomaru, who was lying on the bed beside her. He had saved her. "Wow," she chuckled, "looks as though I've got myself a real live hero."

She thought back, 'Last night I… almost got raped. He saved me. How… how did he get there so fast? And his eyes… they were red.'

Remembering how the other man had most definitely not been human, she asked timidly, "Sesshomaru, what exactly happened last night? You were… well, different."

Sighing, he supposed that now was a good a time as any to reveal to her his secret. Sitting up, he placed on a firm mask, looking straight ahead as he asked, "Do you believe in demons, Kagome?"

She gasped at the unexpected question, blinking several times before stammering, "I don't know. I never did before but now…"

Turning to face her, he explained, "I am going to show you something that very few get to see, Kagome. You must promise me that you will never tell anyone of this."

She nodded meekly, which was all he seemed to need. She watched in awe as he closed his eyes, opening them several seconds later to gaze down at her.

'His face', she thought in wonderment, 'it's the marks I saw before, only now they are much more noticeable.'

The moon shaped outline on his forehead had become a deep blue crescent, and the stripes on his cheeks were filled in with a stunning shade of magenta. Along the tops of his eyelids, a light line of red was just barely visible. His ears, she found, were now pointed.

Remembering what she had seen last night, she looked down to his hands, finding claws. When he opened his mouth a little she could see fangs, not unlike the ones the stranger from last night had, peeking from the corners of his lips.

This new Sesshomaru frightened her somewhat, but thrilled her at the same time. All in all his appearance was, to her, very erotic. "Wow," was all she managed to get out.

He lifted a brow at that, surprised at how well she was taking this. "So, what now?"

"What do you mean," she asked confusedly.

"Now that you know what I am, what will you do?"

She thought a moment, a bit baffled at the question. What would she do? After a slight pause, she replied, "I don't know. I mean, things can stay the same… can't they? I don't want anything to change between us."

He smiled then, grateful that she was so accepting of this. "It doesn't bother you?"

She blushed a little, averting her eyes as she confessed, "It doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I think it's kind of sexy."

Both brows lifted at that remark, a quick look of shock slipping over his features before a grin replaced it. "Is that so?"

Growling a little in his native tongue, he rolled over so that he was hovering over her on all four, his eyes narrowing while his lips lifted in a seductive smile.

The naughty, feral look he was giving her excited her all the more. When he leaned over and licked her neck, she shivered violently, the tiny tremor racking her body. The feeling of his fangs grazing her delicate earlobe was one of the most amazing things she had ever experienced; a soft moan escaped her lips.

"So, what kind of demon are you?" she asked shyly.

"I am a member of the inu clan and, if it would interest you, I am also the rightful ruler of the western regions of Japan. Hundreds of years ago, I was referred to as Sesshomaru-sama by demon and human alike. I am the most powerful being in the country."

Kagome was speechless. Not only had she hooked herself a sexy demon, she had hooked herself a Lord to boot.

Chuckling low in his throat, he added, "There are other positive aspects of being demon, of course, aside from what you have witnessed."

Batting her eyelashes at him, she inquired, "And what might those be?"

"We have impeccable strength and speed," he informed her, "and our stamina is unmatchable. Yes, a demon can go through hours of physical exercise without rest. Higher ranking demons, such as myself, can go for days."

She gasped as she felt his need, hard and warm, pressing into her thigh as he bore some of his weight down on her.

"Another positive trait, one in which is very common in the inu breed, is that we are very, very well endowed," he purred into her ear, his silky voice dropping an octave.

Mewling as he ground his stiff member against her pulsing core, Kagome cooed back, "So it would seem."

Oh gawd… cliffie! Gee whiz Sesshou was getting a little kinky there, huh? Oh my… naughty, naughty Sesshou. But hell, I don't think anyone's complaining. Am I right?

Ahahahahahaha…… yummy lemon coming up in the next chapter!

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