InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ EXHIBITION III - Crescendo ❯ EXHIBITION III - Crescendo ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: It has been brought to my attention that some people might think that this is a continuation of the previous two EXHIBITION stories. This is not the case. The only thing that any of these fics have in common is the fact that they are one-shots featuring Sesshomaru and Kagome having sex in a variety public venues.

 

Also: Many thanks to `Demonlordlover' for being my beta on this fic… it helped immensely.

 

 

 

 

Exhibition III - Crescendo

by sesshys_jaded_samuri

(G. Hoggins)

 

 

Kagome sat silently in the theatre's private box. She knew that it had cost her mate a lot of money to obtain such good seating for the sold-out show. She had missed the last performance because of her grandfather being ill, and she was extremely grateful that he had been able to obtain the tickets this time around. Her high school friend, Yuka, had attended the last performance, and according to her, Nobuo Uematsu's `Dear Friends' was not something to be missed. Kagome had enjoyed the music from all of the `Final Fantasy' games, so this was not an opportunity to pass up, seeing as he rarely conducted the orchestra himself.

 

Kagome had been waiting for nearly half an hour before other people began to make their way in. She recognized two of her mate's business associates. Hiten Mukido, a youkai that could control electricity, and Bankotsu Noboru, a human assassin whom she had known for a long time, took up seats near her.

 

Both men were prime specimens of the males of their species; however, neither of them compared to Sesshomaru Tsukimi, her mate and the love of her life. Where both of the men in question had long, black hair, much like her own, Sesshomaru's mane of silky hair was a pale bluish-silver. Where both Hiten and Bankotsu stood at a height of around six foot one, a full five inches taller than herself, Sesshomaru stood above them at six foot six. All of the men were nicely muscled, though it was obvious that Bankotsu worked out to attain his physique. For the two youkai, the lean and powerful muscles came naturally.

 

Several other couples, mostly youkai, arrived and took their seats in the gallery, but still no Sesshomaru, so Kagome decided to freshen up while she waited. She grabbed her tiny purse and slipped out into the hallway and headed for the ladies' room. She took a few minutes when she got there to redo the little make-up that she wore. She never wore more than a light coating of eye-shadow because Sesshomaru complained that the smell of cosmetics interfered with her natural scent. The same could be said about cologne, though sometimes she could get away with a touch or two of a naturally scented oil.

 

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Sesshomaru arrived while Kagome was in the ladies' room, and he immediately inquired about her absence to Hiten. “Where is Kagome?”

 

“I believe she went to the ladies' room; and might I add that your wife looks quite fetching tonight.” Then he leaned over and whispered, “From her scent, I'd say that you two will be quite busy for the next several days.”

 

Sesshomaru looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but Hiten turned to talk to Bankotsu and the lovely human female that had taken up residence in the seat next to him. Sesshomaru let it drop when the scent of sandalwood reached his nose. Kagome was approaching the door. He smirked to himself, `Kami, I love her scent.'

 

Sesshomaru stood to greet her as she opened the door and immediately agreed with Hiten's summary of her beauty. Her hair had been pulled up and piled loosely atop her head and fastened with sparkling rhinestone pins which gleamed like stars against the black of her hair. She had worn a simple but elegant, black velvet, strapless dress that went down to the middle of her shapely thighs and clung to her perfectly. She had a matching, thin velvet shawl draped loosely around her back and arms, leaving her smooth shoulders bare and his mark in plain view. The only jewelry she wore was the ring that he had given to her when he had asked her to marry him. She was, in a word, breathtaking.

 

He paused, mid-step, as he moved forward to take her hand when her scent tickled his senses again. Sandalwood and something else - a musky vanilla undercurrent. He smirked. Hiten had been right. They were going to be VERY busy for the next few days. His groin tightened at the thought of the wild rutting that lay ahead. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. He turned her hand so that it was palm up and brushed his lips against it. As suspected, he was rewarded with a spike in her scent. His lips quirked up a little as he guided her to her seat.

 

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When Kagome opened the door back into the gallery where she had been seated, she was surprised to find Sesshomaru waiting for her. She paused a moment to admire him in the dim lighting. He, to her anyway, was the epitome of masculine perfection. He was tall and firmly muscled, and the custom-tailored Armani suit he was wearing only accentuated that fact. The fact that he had chosen a dark, almost black, shade of blue to offset the striking paleness of his hair, which was tied into a loose tail low against his neck, only served to show his pride in his appearance. When Kagome saw him appraising her own looks, she felt the muscles in her abdomen tighten in expectation. When Sesshomaru brushed his lips against her open palm, a rush of wetness coated her lace thong and her knees went momentarily weak. She allowed him to guide her to her seat beside him.

 

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Hiten gave a predatory grin as the scent of Mrs. Tsukimi's arousal drifted through the room. Damn, if that woman didn't have one of the sexiest smells ever. He, at one time, had been an avid pursuer of the little vixen; however, it had been his business associate, Sesshomaru Tsukimi, that had taken the prize. He could still remember the day that he had first met her...

 

His company had been tied up in a legal battle over an incident with one of their products that a consumer had been trying to blame them for.

 

He had shown up at the designated time and place for a mandatory mediation, and he had actually been early for a change. He had stepped off the elevator and had made his way towards the appointed board room when a most delicious fragrance had assaulted his nose. He had turned to find a delightfully petite, human woman approaching him. She had been wearing a dark violet, almost black, skirt and jacket set. She had been carrying a file folder when brushed past him and disappeared into the board room without a second glance.

 

Hiten remembered thinking that it was obvious that it had come from a department store instead of being tailor-made as he would have expected from an employee of such a prestigious law firm, yet she had made it look exemplary nonetheless.

 

She had not said a single word to him as they sat in wait of the other party in the suit. When they had finally showed, she had introduced herself as Kagome Higurashi, junior partner of the firm that was representing his company in the suit.

 

Hiten had sat in amazement as she had torn into the opposition like a rabid wolf; and in no time flat, she had not only convinced them to end their foolishness by dropping their suit, but had them agreeing to pay restitution, as well, just to avoid the public embarrassment that she promised to deliver upon them should they persist and force her to waste her time in court defending her client against false charges.

 

After her display in the board room, they'd had absolutely no doubt that she could, and would, do it.

 

Hiten had called her up a few days later and had asked her out to dinner. She had accepted and from there they had gone on several more dates. It was not long after that, however, that Hiten had recommended her law firm to one of his associates who had found his own company in a similar situation.

 

Enter InuYasha Tsukimi.

 

That had been a disaster waiting to happen.

 

InuYasha was vice president of the company that he and his older brother owned. He was also a rather impulsive and often rude, inu hanyou, not that it had made a bit of difference to Kagome. What had made a difference was the fact that InuYasha did not, for the life of him, know when to keep his damned mouth shut and his opinions to himself.

 

Finally, after attempting to work with InuYasha for several weeks, Kagome had put her foot down and demanded that he find someone else to represent his company or she would return their retainer fee and drop their case like last week's trash. That was where Sesshomaru had stepped into the picture.

 

Now, almost two years later, Kagome sat in the same orchestra box with himself, married to Sesshomaru Tsukimi. And she was ready to breed...

 

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Kagome sat quietly in the dimly lit gallery. Her mind was torn between enjoying the music and trying to figure out why she had been so damned aroused all day...

 

It had started about mid-morning and had not let up all day. She had been sitting at her desk when Sesshomaru had called to surprise her with the ticket arrangements. From the moment she had heard his voice on the other end of the line, she had not been able to think of much else save how many different ways they could have sex.

 

Her personal assistant, Shiori, a bat hanyou, had come in to her office to drop off some paperwork that needed to be signed, only to find Kagome sitting in her chair with her head thrown back, her eyes closed, sweating and obviously aroused. Her fingers, though discreetly hidden behind her desk, had been teasing her swollen folds, the fingernails pinching and twisting her engorged clit. Kagome had been thinking of how nice it would be if Sesshomaru would come to the office to visit during his lunch. She had really hoped he would so that he could throw her across her desk, roughly spread her thighs and fuck the ever-loving hell out of her. Shiori had discreetly left the office and closed the door behind her, but Kagome had been quite embarrassed nonetheless. And it hadn't gotten any better.

 

Now she was sitting next to her husband, who was running his claws across the top of her hand, and all she could think of as she watched the orchestra, was climbing into his lap and riding him until she was cross-eyed.

 

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Sesshomaru relaxed in his seat next to Kagome as they watched the orchestra. He, out of habit, reached over and began to trace his neatly trimmed claws along the top of her hand. He smirked and looked over at Hiten as her scent doubled in intensity. He glanced around to see that the other youkai present, both male and female, were looking. Even Bankotsu, a mere human, could tell by looking how aroused she was. Sesshomaru turned his attention back to the orchestra as he remembered the havoc she had wrought on his senses when he first met her...

 

He had been forced to take InuYasha's place for the trial because Miss Higurashi had refused to allow InuYasha to be present in the courtroom.

 

Honestly, he had understood that. InuYasha just seemed to grate on everyone's nerves and he had absolutely no finesse. Had she allowed InuYasha to take the stand, he would have, most likely, wound up in jail for contempt and would have, more than likely, cost them a great deal of money.

 

Sesshomaru had had no idea what to expect when he had set foot in the courthouse. From all that InuYasha had said, he had expected Miss Higurashi to be an entirely unpleasant person.

 

What he had found surprised him.

 

Sesshomaru had been waiting patiently in the conference room for Miss Higurashi to arrive. The opposing attorney and his client were already in the court room and ready to proceed, yet Higurashi had yet to arrive. He had sat, growling under his breath about ignorant females and tapping his claws on the desk, when in walked a petite woman, perhaps five foot seven including the one inch heels she wore, with an abundance of ebony hair and striking azure-colored eyes.

 

Sesshomaru had been taken by surprise when the woman's scent had teased his senses. `At least she smells pleasant,' he recalled thinking, before correcting himself. `No, not pleasant - delicious.'

 

“You're late,” he had reprimanded her, despite the fact that she had actually been early. He had expected her to apologize and continue with business, stroking his ego a little in the process. That was not what he got.

 

Kagome had looked at her watch and had sat down at the table, proceeding to reorganize the file folder, which she had carried in with her, without giving him a second glance.

 

This of course infuriated Sesshomaru.

 

“Is there perhaps a man in your firm that could represent us in court today? I'm not certain that I am entirely comfortable with a mere female handling something of such importance to my company,” he had baited, trying to start an argument to relieve some of the tension he felt over the court case and some of the aggravation that was caused by her ignoring him. He simply wasn't used to being ignored, especially by the opposite gender.

 

Kagome had slowly closed the folder. She had smiled sweetly at him. “I'm afraid not. But you've got nothing to worry about, Mr. Tsukimi. I've got this case locked tight. By the time I'm finished with them, they will wish they had never set foot in the building.” With that, she had gathered the folder and marched into the courtroom.

 

He remembered admiring the nice way that her peach-colored skirt had perfectly accented the shapely swell of her backside as he had walked in behind her.

 

Sesshomaru recalled how she had been unphased by the opposing attorney, a rather overbearing ookami youkai, when he got in her face and attempted to break down her self esteem simply because she was a woman.

 

Then she had surprised him. He had not thought that she would be a competent attorney, being a woman and all, but when it had been her turn to take the floor, she had calmly and demurely walked before the judge, turned around looking all innocent and bubbly, and proceeded to tear the opposition apart nine ways from Sunday with a fervor that could have rivaled any youkai mother defending her young.

 

She had taken the reins and torn their case apart so thoroughly that it would have taken a neurosurgeon to piece it back together, and even that was questionable.

 

He recalled what had happened when the opposing attorney, as a last ditch effort to make her lose her composure and find a chink in her armor, had had the gall to make remarks about how her various bodily assets had no doubt gotten her where she was.

 

Kagome had turned and glided over to him, her eyes flashing dangerously, and growled in a way that would make any inu proud.

 

“Mr. Matsutaka,” she had said, her voice carrying a tone that had made Sesshomaru's skin crawl. “I'm aware that I have a nice ass. I'm also aware that I've completely ripped YOU and your client a new one. So if you prefer to keep what distinguishes you as a male of your species, I'd suggest that you SIT the fuck DOWN, SHUT the hell UP, and WAIT YOUR GOD DAMNED TURN! Because if you make one more comment regarding my `assets', as you so kindly referred to them, I'm going to rip your dick off and shove it so far down your throat that you'll need a plumbing snake to get it out!”

 

Then she placed her hands flat on Mr. Matsutaka's chest, as he was rising in an attempt to regain a little of his dignity, and had shoved him back into his seat with an approving nod from the elderly female judge, who had also grown weary of hearing his sexist remarks. Then she had turned to the judge and the jury and had calmly said, “I rest my case.”

 

Sesshomaru had been turned on like never before by her display.

 

She had brilliant mind housed in a delightful body, combined with her tenacious spirit. He had been hooked - and as hard as a rock. Case closed. The chase had been on; and as a dog demon, he loved nothing more than chasing down his prey.

 

And oh what a chase it had been!

 

Now, a year and a half later, he was married to that same fiery female. And the same woman whose virginity he had taken but a month ago - the deceptively demure female that had shredded his opposition in the courtroom like a sensitive government document, was now sitting in the chair next to him, completely aroused, and judging from her scent, quite eager to be impregnated...

 

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Bankotsu smirked as he watched Kagome squirm uncomfortably in her seat. He could tell by the flush on her face what her problem was. `She's hornier than hell,' he laughed to himself.

 

He had known her for most of her life, though they had fallen out of contact several times in the past ten years. Once she became an attorney, he had thought it best to keep his distance. After all, he was a paid killer, but then again, if he ever needed an attorney, he knew where to find the best. He had walked her down the aisle, in lieu of her deceased grandfather, only a month ago and given her hand in marriage to Sesshomaru, another long time friend.

 

He was silently waging odds on how long it was going to take for them to head home for the evening, seeing that it was quite obvious what they both wanted. He was, however, surprised when he saw Kagome's hand reach over into Sesshomaru's lap.

 

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