Disclaimer: I DO NOT own ANY of the characters of Inuyasha I'm about to use. Rumiko Takahashi is the creator and owner of this series and these characters.

!Warning!: This story contains mature/sexual content, explicit scenes, violence and bad language. Readers' discretion is advised.

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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 a gay man and more flamboyant than anything I've ever seen. I have absolutely nothing against it to be honest. In the many centuries that I have been alive it was simply something I was used to seeing by now. 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. His work ethic was phenomenal, and he was just an all around good guy. 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. 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 if they aren't engulfed in greed. I've phased out of greed years ago when I was young and mostly ignorant. Now that I'm a couple hundred years older, I can definitely say that I've grown more mentally than physically.

I walked into the bathroom in my office following the smell of cleaning chemicals and found Naraku there with his dress shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow. His hair was in what the humans now call a 'man bun.' He had a rag in his hand vigorously wiping the sink until it was spotless. He turned and smiled at me. "Good morning Mr. Shotai! Can I get you anything? A coffee?"

"What are you doing cleaning the office?" I asked, ignoring the question. He didn't miss a beat.

"Being at work would be a lot better if you were in a nice clean working environment!" He smiled and threw the rag in the trash and started to roll his sleeves back down. I didn't think much of his deed really, but I thanked the man anyway for going through the trouble. At the end of the day I told him to just leave the cleaning to the janitors as they are paid to do, while he stayed focused on his own. Of course, he complied.

The second sign was when I decided to arrive at the office a half hour early. It was one of those days where I figured if I get to work early, I could leave early. Upon arriving, 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. It was most definitely 7:03am and he was not due to work for about another hour so why was he here so early? He looked exhausted, with bags hanging under his tired eyes. "What time did you get here?" I had asked.

"Oh, honey I never left from work yesterday! I'll do whatever I can to make your life easier sir!" He said giving me a tired smile. Okay, there were three things wrong with this picture:

One. I realized that he was wearing the same suit he was wearing yesterday, so he certainly wasn't lying. Two. I did NOT like the way he was smiling at me and Three? He just called me honey... I shivered for perhaps the first time in my life.

He did it again just a few days later and I made it perfectly clear that I was not going to pay him extra for the extra hours he was putting 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 always followed instructions to the letter and sometimes went a little overboard trying to impress me. He was so unusually dedicated to his work... or was something else driving him? Was he after the company? No... it doesn't seem like his motives are there. I do not understand this man at all. Not in the slightest.

The third sign was three weeks later when I was searching for a missing file pertaining to a new model I was working on for the company. Naraku had left for his break so I couldn't ask him if he'd seen it, though I certainly hadn't 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? Now seeming as how I keep my hair long, naturally it would make sense that I wouldn't have noticed a difference in length. When it gets too long for me to manage, that's when I allow my wife Kagura to cut it. I subconsciously placed my hand over the low ponytail where it met the nape of my neck. What really bothered me was how the hell he was able to get a hold of a lock of hair from I, Sesshomaru without my ever noticing?

I looked at the calendar at the corner of his desk. June 22, 2030. It has been almost 5 months since this man has started working for me and therefore just as long to realize that he was a slippery one. I could not help but feel that he was up to something. Why he had my hair I wouldn't know. The fact that maybe, just maybe this guy had a thing for me. Or worse... obsessed. I hope I'm just overreacting. Now I'm not a conceited man, but I'm not very modest either. 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 who displayed unnerving signs of obsession was most disturbing to say the least. Again, I have nothing against homosexuality, I just happen to be an extremely heterosexual man.

I am a powerful man of business. I cannot and will not let those who wish to see me fall, 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 halfway hidden beneath my desk. Wonderful.

The fourth sign, no actually the last straw was the day I came home from work and heard my wife scream. She never screamed. 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 smelled a disgusting familiar scent of someone else and also the scent of my wife's fear. I leaped to the top of the stairs skipping every step.

"No, stop!" I heard her scream again. It was coming from the bathroom. I blasted the door open off its hinges with a single kick, not even checking to see if it was even open in the first place. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. A butcher knife from MY kitchen being held to MY wife's throat in MY bathroom. "Kagura!" I called her name. 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 wouldn'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. I did not like this foreign scent of just her fear alone.

"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! You don't! Shut up! Just fucking shut up!" He screamed at her. Tears streamed down his face and onto Kagura's already damp robe. His voice snapped me out of my state of shock. What's the world coming to if I could be shocked? The next moment, adrenaline rushed through me as if my blood was a boiling river in my veins. Quick as lightning, I was beside them within seconds and grabbed Naraku's knife wielding hand. He struggled against my strength as I pulled his arm away with ease and Kagura ran out of his grasp to find safety behind me.

"Go call the police!" I told her and she didn't hesitate to run off and 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 apart.

"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." He said with a crack in his voice. "Honey just think about it, if she's out of the picture she wouldn't be in the way of... us. You and I! Like we've always wanted since the day we first met!" I could have sworn I just saw his eye twitch. What a delusional messed up fucker this guy is! I could no longer wait for the goddamn police. In a matter of seconds, I had my hands clutched tightly around his neck.

"Stop with that sickening nonsense! I'm a happily married man you sick fuck!" 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 so hard that if he were a full human, he would've been dead in an instant. I watched as blood poured out from the wound above his brow. My temper was certainly 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.

"Who are you and what the hell do you want?" 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. Couldn't he feel the hatred emanating from the pain he was receiving by my hand?

"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 overwhelming 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 them 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 scrawled in old Japanese inside. 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 disposing of his body all before I'd ever gotten home. Afterall, she's an ex assassin. I ripped it up and flushed it down the toilet. "The cops will be here any minute." She said looking at Naraku's body. She looked at it as though it were a dead insect 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.

"Actually, 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. At this point I don't even remember what the argument was about. The last thing she said to me was, "No sex for a week you fucking asshole!" 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 $900 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 because 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. New dresses, new shoes, diamonds… it even came to the point where I bought her a brand new crimson coloured Porsche. The same exact colour as her favourite shade of lipstick. It was the new 2031 version not even out on the market yet. Yes, I went as far as buying her a brand new fucking car and would you believe it? She still wouldn't budge! Even worse, she would still flirt and tease me like she always has. A raw sexual glance, licking her lips, rubbing my hard on through my pants while we were driving… 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 absolute vision beyond words. 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 at the mention of his name.

"Lord Se-... um... Mr. Shotai, it's good to see you again as well." 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 for many decades. He highly respected me and followed me wherever I went and doing anything I asked if him. After so many years of loyalty I felt no need for a servant. Especially after I met Kagura. I did not want a third wheel around anymore. So I helped him get on track with his life and pulled a few strings to help him acquire a career in the police force. I felt oddly generous at the time so I helped him obtain a higher authority position. Now recently he had 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 fairly short man, standing at about 4'9". 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, yellowish eyes and very thin lips. I was never really sure what kind of demon he was nor did I really care.

"The man upstairs known as Naraku Onigumo, tried to murder my wife but when I came home, he threatened to kill himself if I didn't kill my wife." 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. This show was for the humans at his side. "I thought he was bluffing, so obviously I refused. 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 fighting a smile I could no longer hold at bay.

I watched as Jaken gulped and nodded. He didn't dare to question me. He remembered my wrath all too well. Had it been anyone else they would have been arrested on the spot in a situation like mine. I mean come on, someone breaks into your house and now they are dead? 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 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 bathroom and dispose of the body. I smirked again. Was there anything that I 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 thing keeping be from getting 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. If anyone happened to get past the front gate and down my winding driveway, it would have been quite the 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, sir." 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 feel tired after all the drama." 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 love! 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 hot as hell!" One of them told the other. Being reminded of the scene renewed my frustration. I listen to shuffling feet another hour or so longer until they all left. Finally.

I lay staring at the ceiling for a moment, listening to the soft sounds of my wifes' breathing. Then I cursed to myself. "Shit, now I need a new secretary!"

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*WRITERS NOTE*

Hello readers! As you can see, I started this story about a decade ago when my love for Inuyasha was at its peak! Over the years I updated the story here and there, but I never quite completed it. Then one day I stopped writing entirely as I got older. I was about 18. Now I'm 28 and have lived a whole decade of growth and experiences. My love for writing has come back and I remembered I used to love writing here on fanfiction. I'm back to finish this story and now that I've re-read my own story, I realize it DEFINITELY could've been written better. So, I am rewriting all the previous chapters in addition to finishing the story. I want the story to flow well and to be more understandable in translation to what I see in my mind! Thank you for following this story over the years! I hope you enjoy it!