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Chapter 2

On top a roof.

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The New Year's party had swelled and grown. As his steps carried him out the door toward the 'roof' he could hear the cries of "Isn't it a perfect party?" ringing out across the large Hall, as if whoever said it arranged it themselves and not the servants and caterers.

Kagome had gotten tired of the party scene quickly. She'd never enjoyed the pretentious social events and only showed up to the New Year's party because Bankotsu had ordered her to fill in for him. He was still in North America and couldn't make it back in time; and apparently the host of the party had been someone important enough for him to expect her to show up so that his name was among the guests who 'attended'.

Stepping out into the evening air, the teperate was a perfect seventy-two degrees. There was a full moon and just soft breeze off the Pacific Ocean, the weather was flawless. The area wasn't really a 'roof' per say. It was more of a deck set up with flowering trees and benches as well as tables for an outside lounge. All over looking the gorgeous oceanic scenery.

Having moved away from the crowd, Kagome found a secluded spot and positioned herself to the best of her advantage. She stood in a three-quarter pose facing the ocean, letting the ocean breeze caress her face, ruffling the loose strands of her hair. Her hands rested over the balustrade, leaning over slightly, pushing her chest out arching her back, so her breasts were more prominently displayed - in case he showed.

Tilting her head back a bit she felt a stronger breeze brush past her face welcoming the cool air against her hot skin. Kagome soaked in the moment of peace alone, when claws began to rake softly across her bare shoulders, followed by burning lips. Chuckling in her mind, Kagome's lips curved, and a smile played on her lips. I guess I will have some fun tonight after all…Kagome thought before letting out a soft, seductive moan. Her own miko powers allowed her to feel his scent of arousal, while his blood began to rush rapidly through his veins. She tilted her head to the side allowing him more access to her bare flesh, he took the bait and continued to caress his lips against the softness of her skin.

He felt her hand resting on his, and with a sudden yank, she pulled them away and strode off. Sesshomaru turned, a little surprised and confused by her action. Recollecting himself he turned to see her strutting toward one of the wooden benches. Like a cat, she stretched her body lazily before lowering herself onto the bench. Kagome whipped her head back and her dark tresses flung over her shoulder, the tips of her hair resting carelessly along her shoulders and neck.

He continued to watch in a trance as she kicked her left leg, knee bent, and placed it on the bench, making the dress fall at the slit, exposing her inner thigh. She leaned onto the arm of the bench and rested her elbow there.

"Shouldn't you be downstairs greeting your future partners…and girlfriend?" She asked, her voice low and raspy, her hand brushing across her shoulders, pausing when she reached the dip between her breasts.

Sesshomaru huffed, and began to stride toward her in fluid animal grace. "And shouldn't you be downstairs getting ready to kiss you your man, Bankotsu, at midnight?" He retorted.

Kagome's smirk disappeared and an irritated look swept across her face. He made his way to the bench brushing against her naked shoulder before settling down next to her. She arched her back thrusting her chest forward while her face regained her cocky grin. Sesshomaru reached forward and cup her chin between his thumb and index.

"What kind of game do you think you're playing here, miko?" his rough voice washed over her. She had expected him to whisper erotic nothings into her ear, but instead he was interrogating her. While he was trying to dominate her, she knew there was no mistaking the erotic feel of his fingers on her body - if only he knew what that did to her. But by the Kami, she was in control!

Slapping his hand away with the back of her palm, she bit her lip. She ignored his hand moving to her shoulder and racing the upper outline of her corset while she spoke, "There's no game here, Sesshoumaru…you know as well as I do, what we both wanted when you followed me up here." Kagome's voice came out softer, sweeter more melodic than a nightingale.

"Hn." Escaped from his throat while he continued to leer greedily at her curves.

Kagome continued to ignore the tingling feeling he was sending through her body where his hands touched her. Slowly, he slid his hand down and wrapped it around her waist. Then, his other slipped under her knees, stroking, and gently raking her with his claws. The tug-o-war game of supremacy was almost tie, with her slightly ahead. But it seemed to turn turned quickly when she couldn't help herself. Kagome leaned into him, toward his neck, inhaling deeply. He smelled like musty cologne, man and beast.

Delicious.

"Mmmm…." She moaned into his neck when his hand found the inside of her thigh.

"Like that do you?" he declared, enjoying his advantage of control. Kagome didn't answer, instead, she burrowed against his chest wrapping her hands around the back of his neck pulling him closer.

Deciding it was time to take control of the situation, she began to lick his neck. She dragged her tongue slowly along his neck line, while one of her hands reached over to stop his hand from going further up her thigh. She then took a little nip at his neck, to her amusement he shuddered. Kagome giggled sexily at his reaction, and she continued her torture and bit harder. "Fuck, woman, you're going to kill me," he responded, lifting her and placing her on top of him so that she was now straddling him. Kagome could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her.

Enjoying her control over him, she allowed his hands to reach behind her and cup her round ass. Kagome stuck her tongue out and ran it up the vein in his neck. Sesshomaru shivered. That response thrilled her, and she continued to do more. She slid her hands up his chest feeling the hard planes of his muscle through his tuxedo shirt; his pecs were well defined, she noticed. Kagome persisted, running her hands over him, his nipples pebbled underneath his shirt. Inside her mind, the vixen chuckled at her easy target.

His gaze dropped to her heaving bosom, staring he was mesmerized by the glorious sight. Moving her hand to the back of his neck, she began clawing her manicured nails from back to front, making him flinch. His pulse beat frantically at the vein where she was resting her thumb. Staring into her eyes, Sesshomaru was lost in the glimmering violets. Her fingers made its way up his face and brushed over the seam of his mouth. He shivered. The reaction pleased her.

He puckered and kissed her finger while still lost in her seduction. "Kagome…" he whispered her name into the cool evening breeze.

A wry grin spread across her face. He was completely under her spell….Ever so slowly, she leaned forward, her mouth nearing his, one a centimeter at a time. They were now just a breath apart, breathing the same air…. He was trying to remain calm, but adrenalin flooded him. Kagome could hear his loud gulp.

Abruptly, she pushed up off him and stood up. Sesshomaru shook his head sharply. He was perplexed and the rejection had felt so strongly it was almost like a slap across his face. Anger began to fill him, and he didn't care who she was and whom she belonged to. She wasn't going to play him for a fool; and he wasn't going to let her play her games any longer. He took but two steps leaving only a sliver of air between them.

Knowing he was right behind her, Kagome halted her step. She blinked slowly, her pupils arching its way to one side. She felt him leaning forward, and his front was now in perfect alignment with her back. The great Demon couldn't understand what it was about the miko that made him had to have her. And he vowed to have her, at all cost.

"Ahhhh…" she breathed loudly.

And at that moment, he couldn't keep his hands off of her any longer. They settled on her hips, then pulled her back -hard -against his raging hard-on. Against her will she let out a slight sound – something between a moan and a whimper. Kagome placed her hands on top of his' and stood straight, aligning their bodies completely. Even though she was petite, her super high-heels brought her to the Demon's perfect height. Sesshomaru lowered his head to her neck.

The temporary respite of her touch was well worth the increasing need flowing through his body. Her scent washed over him. His cock twitched against her ass. She wiggled against him as he opened his mouth, his tongue now tasting her neck. Kami all, she tasted so sweet and perfect. Nothing like anything he's ever set his tongue on. It was like all of the best foods he'd ever eaten in his life combined into one delectable lick. He continued nibbling on her neck, she then leaned back surrendering to him. His hands slid up the front of her dress and began cupping her breast. He could feel the pebbling of her nipples through the thick material. Sesshomaru reached in and caressed the burning heat fuming off of her well endowed bosom. His fingers kneaded the flesh there before taking her harden nipple and tweaked it slightly; earning an excited moan from her throat.

Kagome reached behind her back and caress his thigh, reaching toward the front of him and sliding her hand into his tuxedo pants and under his underwear, wriggling her fingers down until she was just about to touch his cock.

"No, you don't," he said. "That, you're going to have to earn."

Her shrill laughter then filled the night sky. Kagome brushed his hand off her body and turned to face him. She narrowed her eyes on him, and her beautiful face now wore an ugly mask of disbelief.

"Sesshomaru Tashiou, do you really think that I need to 'earn' anything from you? Your body?" She hissed, her voice low, with almost a hint of menace while her nails dragged from his chest toward his face. If she was offended by his arrogance it only came out through a blanket of hate as she flicked her finger off the bottom of his chin. 

Puckering her lips she blew softly at his face, a lavender mist appeared around him and he it felt like a thousand hands were on his throat. Breathless and hungry with lust, he stared at the miko. She glowed in the dim light. Not being able to move, he drank in the sight of her, knowing that he'd do anything she wanted and never regret it.

"Hmmph…" He heard her huffed followed by a smile as she tip-toed and leaned into him, finishing what she had started earlier. Kagome kissed him. Barely brushing her lips against his at first, then her tongue teased the seam of his lips and he parted. For some reason, he felt his body go numb, he couldn't move, and his mind could only beg for her to never leave him. 

It was when she uttered 'hold me' did he moved his hands to pull her in closer returning her kiss. Then his urgency brought her closer to him his mouth capturing hers in a soul-searing, bruising kiss. He groaned as he worked his tongue slowly around the inside of her mouth.

Kagome curled her nails around his shoulders digging in. His head drooped, and his hair like raw, damp silk fluttered, brushing against her shoulders and throat. She closed her eyes, letting the universe melt away and the only thing left in her world was the DaiYokai in front of her.

His arms came around her. Sesshomaru held her close to his body, and for the first time in a long time she could feel her body warming up as she slid her arms around him and hugged him closer. Thoughts of Bankotsu passed quickly through her mind, but she didn't really care. And when Sesshomaru's hands started caressing her, sliding up and down her back in a steady rhythm, well, she didn't care about anything but getting even closer to him. Because she knew, it would be too long before she could feel this kind of warmth again – Even if this moment was the work of the dark miko powers, she wanted it to last.

At 22 years of age, Kagome had yet to feel the true meaning of love. Her whole life had been a struggle that she had fought through. Now, her life was nothing but a duty. To protect her family and fulfill the wishes of the man that owned her - Bankotsu. Her miko powers were strong – too strong - capable of destroying herself and taking the world along with her. Bankotsu held the key of his power over her; keeping her from setting off armageddon, destroying the entire world. To him, she was nothing more than a puppet, a pretty doll that he kept for his amusement, and a source of power that he enjoyed having complete control over.

She wished things were different, that she could be free to make her own choices, her own decisions. Living her life. But it was as if he had her in chains and he alone had the key to those chains. She had hoped that he would be her salvation. Salvation from her own damnation. But she had yet to find that person that she'd had searched for all her life.
 Lost in a trance Sesshomaru's keen senses transferred over to the miko, her ears perked when she heard footsteps. She could tell it was still far from where they were, but Kagome couldn't risk being caught in such an intimate position with the DaiYokai. Letting go of him, Kagome took a few steps backwards, Sesshoumaru watched the miko intently as she moved away from him. She caressed his face softly with the palm of her hand and smiled.

"Happy New Year Mr. Tashiou," Kagome bowed as she spoke. Sesshomaru shook his head in awe at the changed demeanor. She turned her heels and began to walk away. She stopped short when she felt his hand on her wrist. Twisting her hand free, she spoke quickly. "Someone's coming this way Sesshomaru. And I am not going to upset Bankotsu." I am not going to chance it.

"Kagome, come with me," he pleaded.

Tempting.

She was more than tempted to follow his words. A sorrow look swept across her face. "Bankotsu will never allow it." She answered sadly, turning her face away from him as she wrapped her hands around her shivering shoulders.

"I can deal with him. I want you, and I want you to be mine." There was a define seriousness in his voice. Startled Kagome turned her head around to meet his gaze, the determination and passionate look in his eyes....they grabbed her heart...and it killed her.

"You don't know him Sesshomaru, even you shouldn't piss him off." She warned. She knew better than to piss him off. And before he could say anything else, she let out a joyous laughter and at the same time a woman stepped out into the roof with them.

"Mr. Tashio," Kagome continued, "that was quite enlightening. Well, thank you for educating me in the world of stock trading, but I'm afraid it's getting late and I must leave. Happy New Year, Mr. Tashio." Kagome flicked her hair and turned to walk toward the woman.

"Ms. Higurashi," the woman bowed to greet her.
 Standing with mouth almost agape Sesshomaru heard the miko whispered. "I know you're not spying on me Tsubaki" Kagome hissed softly before walking past her.

"No, no…I…I just wanted to catch some fresh air." Tsubaki stuttered.

"Hmmph" She gave Tsubaki a look, with eyes so cold, he thought they looked more like knives. Tsubaki kept her head bowed in front of the miko. Kagome turned her heels and left.
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It would be the last time he saw her.

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He wanted to convince himself that she wasn't as incredible as she looked. That he hadn't felt something. That she wasn't worth all the suffering—the cold showers, the
 exotic dreams, the almost perpetual hard-on—he'd gone through in the last two weeks at he the mere thought of her.

But he had no way of reaching her. Even someone in his position couldn't conjure an excuse to have her in his presence again. She was a kept woman, and Bankotsu kept her tight under his watch. 
A gathering or party would be a good excuse to lure Bankotsu to bring her along, if he chose to attend, but then he didn't want to see her on another's arm. Kami, the miko was driving him insane, and thoughts of her kept invading his mind.

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Kagome woke up with the sun peering into her large penthouse apartment. Pulling the sheer curtains aside, she slide slid the glass door open and stepped outside. The morning dew and fresh air welcomed her in a chilling embrace.

Demon or human one will be your salvation, and the other will be your death. She remembered the words of the wise Elder cautioning her at the tender age of three. Suddenly thoughts of the DaiYokai prevaded her mind.

Which one are you, Sesshomaru?

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