Naked bodies. The sounds of skin slapping against skin. Sweat soaked hair. It was primitive and it was natural. She sighed and she moaned; he left various marks of various shapes and sizes on various parts of her body. Her bare breasts would meet with his bare chest every time he thrust into her wet opening. It wasn't choreographed – it wasn't overthought with anyone's need or desire for it to be perfect or even pretty. There was a sloshing sound with every urgent push; sweat would occasionally drip from her forehead onto her clenched hand and there were animalistic growls coming from a full grown youkai doing his best to contain a newly awakened beast. It was not very 'pretty' at all – but it was raw and it was primal and good heavens was it good.

"You're mine," he declared in a voice that didn't sound quite like his own.

He put her on her hands and knees as he fucked her from behind. His nails leaving angry, red crescent marks on her hips. Leaning down, his lips met her shoulder and almost sweetly he said, "My mate."

If Kagome had enough air in her lungs to spare she might've laughed just a little. However, every breath – every sound – belonged to a moan, a gasp, and an occasional word or two.

"Sesshoumaru," she said his name like a prayer.

He craved to hear his name on her lips for the rest of eternity – he desperately needed to feel her body on his. His life was accomplished and successful but it was also boring and repetitive. Her very existence next to his brought color into his life. He would never be able to get enough of her, but all good things must eventually end. His body fell onto her exhausted one and he rolled to lay next to her, moving her to where she was resting her head on his chest.

"Kagome," he wanted the night to continue – to speak to her.

"Shh," she said already drifting off into unconsciousness. "I'm going to sleep."

Almost instantly she fell asleep; just like that. She had no worry, no care. Nothing seemed to bother her. But he had a million thoughts – a million feelings coursing through his mind. He wanted to spoil her to give her anything and everything she could ever dream of wanting. He'd give her the world. He wanted to monopolize her body, her mind and her soul – he wanted every minute of her every day. Perhaps he was becoming obsessed. But Gods was she beautiful and her moans and nails that of a kitten were so charming. But she was human and she was weak. Her time on earth would fly by like pages of a calendar flying through the Chicago wind. He gave a mirthless and cynical chuckle; a mere fall could crack her fragile skull and end her life. Narrowing his eyes in the darkness he vowed that nothing and no one would hurt his mate.

"I can't sleep with you staring at me" Kagome mumbled.

He was mildly shocked that she was still awake – her every tell had told him that she was asleep. "I thought you were sleeping," he said, his tone even.

Her eyes were still closed and breathing still even. "Not yet. I can feel your eyes boring into my skull."

"But earlier" Kagome continued. "You called me mate? As in a youkai's one and only fated mate?"

"Yes," he answered simply.

"That's too bad."

"And why is that?"

A small smile now graced her lips and a trace of amusement could be heard in her tone. "Because Sesshoumaru, I'm going to absolutely and thoroughly ruin you. Regret will be your middle name."

He smirked at that. "We'll see."

Kagome said no more and finally fell asleep. At the event of finally finding his fated one – the girl whose existence was cut from the same soul as his – he couldn't sleep. Though his species didn't require as much sleep as humans. He remained awake until sun started to rise. He didn't wish to disturb his sleeping mate so he left the bed quietly and showered and dressed alone. Sesshoumaru left her alone and went to the office. Unfortunately, he still had responsibilities to attend to – but come tonight she will be properly mated and marked.

As soon as Sesshoumaru entered the doors of his building, dread and annoyance immediately filled him. Rolling his eyes he continued up to his office and when he eventually entered his office he considered becoming an orphan.

"Son," both his mother and father said in unison. His father overly cheerful, his mother composed as always. His mother was standing while his father was sitting at chair next to his desk.

"Hag and bane of my existence," he greeted monotonously.

Ignoring his insults, his mother simply raised a brow while Touga – his father – pouted. "We heard that you have met your mate. We wished to congratulate you," she said coolly.

"I see," he walked over to his desk and sat down. "And how did you hear about this when it just happened yesterday?"

"I sired you pup," Touga said sounding mildly insulted. "I can sense when you're beast has awakened."

"Also, we found out from Kouga that she works for Naraku so we snooped through his records and found her name."

"Yue," Touga reprimanded. "Don't ruin my moment of superiority.

Both Yue and Sesshoumaru scoffed.

"Anyway," Touga turned his attention to Sesshoumaru. "This Kagome, has no record or even any history that we can find. No school records, no hospital records, nothing."

Sesshoumaru was not aware of that. "Your point?"

"Our point is," Yue was a bit more forceful. "Is that this girl technically does not exist and she works for an old enemy who just a couple of centuries ago attempted to take over the world and kill you. Only a fool would trust her."

"She's my mate," Sesshoumaru was still in control and his visage didn't betray a single emotion. "If you insinuate anything else besides perfection of her again, I will gladly welcome becoming an orphan."

In the last 2 centuries, Sesshoumaru rarely saw his father act seriously so he knew to take what he said next very seriously. "Listen pup, never forget that you only rule over the western lands because of me. I will take that away and hand it to Inuyasha if suspicion of your mate is not settled."

"Then the Western Lands will fall," he said determined.

From across the desk, Touga leaned back in the chair and clasped his hands together, measuring up his son. "Even for mate hood this is a bit extreme."

His mother who rarely appeared anything but uncaring now looked worried; she quickly collected herself and masked her emotions like always. "This girl is obviously cancerous if you are willing to give up everything; she's not worthy to be your mate."

Sesshoumaru's newly awakened beast was begging to be let out of its cage and he was about ready to let it run free. "Keep your mouth shut, hag," he warned angrily.

His mother narrowed her eyes at her son, but remained silent.

"Watch your mouth, pup," Touga was un-amused. "Izayoi and I will be here with Rin to speak to a therapist for a week. We'll stay with you and if we judge that your mate is adequate, we'll allow her to become the new lady of the west; if not, you will be dethroned and she will be watched until the day she dies. Oh and don't forget my son, she is human. She may be yours but that does not necessarily mean that she will want you."

He watched both his father and mother leave his office. All in all he couldn't complain. After all, this would give him a reason to move Kagome in with him a lot quicker – though he wondered if she would object. Doubtful.

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"I'm officially done. I can't go back." Kagome said into her cellphones receiver. "I'm not surprised. Then I'll see you in a few minutes."

She was walking down a sidewalk to her apartment and when she reached it, sure enough there was a man in a black suit waiting for her.

"Naraku," she greeted coolly. "What could possibly drag you from your office on this beautiful and sunny day? Blood thirst, perhaps?"

He chuckled. "Be a dear Kagome and give me what I might want."

She reached behind her and pulled a small stack of folded papers from her jeans. "Here," she said handing them to him. "Is it good?"

He looked over them and he wasn't unpleased. "Not bad, Kagome. It's not enough to ruin him but enough to back him into a corner," turning the page his eyebrows furrowed. "I should probably change a few things within the company," he said more to himself then to Kagome.

"Are we done?"

He turned his attention to her; his red eyes boring into her blue ones. "Our slate is far from clean. But yes Kagome, I suppose we are done. That is, unless you might become of use to me again."

Kagome smirked. "Hopefully that never happens. But for now, I am going to go a take a long bath and if I am lucky, I will never see you again."

"If only, if only." He stuck around even after she had went inside and he heard the sounds of metals locks clicking, 'securing' her door. Leisurely, he leaned against a stair railing and touched the papers to his lips. To him Kagome was a beautiful girl. Perhaps the prettiest he's ever seen. Her cornflower eyes and black hair stood out brilliantly against her porcelain skin and she had a body made to be touch and admired by men. The only thing that ruins her for him though is that she was ruined long before she came into his eyes. Fortunately for her that meant for the most part, she was safe from his sadistic past times.

Pity, he thought. She would have been such a pretty victim. And with that last regretful thought, he finally casually walked away from the apartment complex.