InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ frozen ❯ frozen pt6 ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Rumiko Takahashi's work or characters. It is her universe and she is the goddess of all she has created.

Warning: Story is rated NC-17 for citrus content, dark lemon content, adult situations and strong language. If you are under 18 or offended by the above subject matter DO NOT READ this. Enough said.

Lyrics to "Frozen" belongs to Madonna from the CD "Ray of Light."

Frozen

By: kittie le sabre

Part VI

Mmmmm, if I could melt your heart

Mmmmm, we'd never be apart

Mmmmm, give yourself to me

Mmmmm, you hold the key

Sesshoumaru was sitting in his office smoking.

Clove and jasmine laced smoke drifted around his face, making a filmy veil that merged with his silvery hair and marble-smooth visage. The reptilian stillness of his yellow-golden gaze held an eerie effect. He poured himself another drink while he waited, listening to the soft pattern of the servants' feet as they labored throughout the house under the nasal instruction of Jaken's crackling voice.

He was waiting for his stupid young half-brother to show up with the conniving tramp he'd continued seeing. Sesshoumaru consumed his drink and waited, there in the comfortable glow of priceless imported crystal and antique Tiffany glass lamps. It was all that he could do to keep from smashing the empty whisky glass into the wall.

No, he was actually waiting for her; for Kagome. Without being told, he knew she would come to Inuyasha's rescue. And the idiot would defend her with his life if necessary. He grasped the decanter and splashed more of the darkly-tinted liquid into the glass, releasing a leisurely torrent of smoke into the air. Yes, Inuyasha was quite loyal to his friends; if nothing else good could be said about him. Disgusted, Sesshoumaru downed his drink, luxuriating in the fiery-hot slide of the aged whiskey as it glided down his throat.

Everything was totally fucked up.

First, his love life, and now the debacle with Inuyasha, Kikyou and the lost document. All he needed was for the son of a bitch Naraku to get his hands on those reports and figures and he was screwed. The little slut would pay for crossing their family for the sake of gain. Sesshoumaru had no qualms about crushing her, or if necessary, Inuyasha, to save everything their family had worked for and amassed over the years.

He poured himself a final round of Scotch to calm his rage that was boiling under his skin and waiting to erupt. The cigarette quieted him even further, as he thought of Kagome. It was difficult to admit that he needed her, but he did. The other night at her place had felt natural, as if he'd never told her it was over between them.

A light knock on his door interrupted the flow of his angry thoughts.

"Sesshoumaru?"

He held his breath at the sound of Kagome's voice, and his heart raced. With an iron will, he maintained his composure as usual. Jaken must have let her in.

"Enter," he called, stabbing the cigarette into the ashtray. He wryly glanced at the whiskey. Well, he wouldn't need that last shot of Scotch now. The woman was intoxicating enough; inflaming him and awakening his senses until he felt inebriated. His loins throbbed, as his eyes raked her from head to toe.

Kagome's back was turned to him, and she was wearing a vivid lavender summer sweater that bared her shoulders and neck. He studied the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips beneath the shimmering wisp of the matching skirt. The glowing skin of her bare arms and legs enticed him, and he enjoyed the dainty display of her pearl painted toes in her charming gilt sandals. Before he could think, he was reacting to her, inhaling the fresh scent of lilies radiating from her and the black weight of her upswept hair.

Hmm…something had to be done about that schoolmarm hairdo.

She gingerly turned the bronze handles of the double-doors and swept inside the room. Immediately, Kagome was bombarded by the extremely masculine austerity of colors and furniture. The combined scent of raw male, whiskey, cologne and perfumed smoke alluded to the raw energy that was barely leashed. Before she could turn around, Kagome felt his eyes boring into her spine. She shivered, trying to suppress the excitement and fear she felt. He was so very unpredictable.

When she pivoted around to face him, she was almost touching her forehead to his lips. How did he move so quickly without her hearing him? She felt his mouth lightly press against her skin before he casually stepped away. But he only moved back so that he could place his arms on either side of her with his hands pressed against the doors, trapping her.

"I like your hair down," he murmured, enclosing her as he used one hand to release the hair clip holding her mass of fathomless hair in place. Briefly he lifted the dark spill to his face and inhaled sharply. She did not see him close his eyes in reaction.

"I don't care, it's been hot," Kagome snapped, trying to pull away. But his strength and immobile lean body prevented her. There wasn't an ounce of spare flesh on him. His body was rugged and hard, unyielding and he excited her like no other man ever had.

"Hush," he told her, pressing her more into the door, rendering her speechless.

The scent of his cologne, teased her into sensual awareness. He was wearing that scent, something very expensive by Hugo Boss perhaps. Whatever it was, it was driving her mad because it mingled with a fragrant soap and the natural essence that was him. She didn't mind the sweetly enhanced exotic cigarette smoke clinging to him. Combined with the other scents, it was a distinctly masculine blend and not remotely offensive.

Kagome recalled the smell of his arousal, a mixture of musk and ocean-mist, sharp but clean and arousing to her senses. And his silken hair always smelled like sandalwood and vertivert.

He moved back a bit, then leaned downward to stare into her eyes, whispering her name, "Kagome."

Damn it! She was not falling for his shit! She was here to help Inuyasha!

She pushed him backward, throwing him off balance because she managed to catch him by surprise. Kagome narrowed her eyes at him. He staggered, regaining his balance and smirked at her defiance. Why was he so amused?

"What was that for?"

"Grrr! Hateful man!" Kagome stormed up to him and struck him across the chest. Sesshoumaru grabbed her hand, attempting to suppress him laughter and failing. She was gorgeous when she was like this!

"Kagome, wha-?"

"Don't you "Kagome" me, asshole! You have put me through hell these last few days!" She swung at him and he easily caught her other wrist. She attempted to kick him. "Now you want to try and ruin Inuyasha and Kikyou's life, too? What a jerk you are, Sesshoumaru!"

Sesshoumaru side-stepped the vicious feet of the little vixen he had captured. So she was still upset over the break-up, huh? Well, he knew that she still had feelings for him. Never mind his idiot brother and that tramp. He would deal with that. There was no way he was going to change his mind.

He quickly dragged her over to his desk and sat down, pulling her onto his lap. Kagome was stunned, letting out a loud, "Eek!" when she realized where she was now. "Let me up!"

"No." He had her arms imprisoned, while holding her motionless. Because of his height, her feet dangled off of the floor. She had no leverage to fight him. "Kiss me."

"Bastard," Kagome uttered, turning her head the opposite way in refusal. "I want an apology, Sesshoumaru. And not just because, Kouga called you either."

Sesshoumaru frowned. "Kouga? What does he have to do with this?"

"Everything since he is the one who lied in the first place!" Kagome twisted around to glare at him. She paused. He looked truly perplexed. "You mean he didn't call you today?"

"Well, I haven't checked my voice mail since I got home. I had other things on my mind," Sesshoumaru informed her. Kouga! That asswipe again. He grasped her by the chin. "I want you stay away from him, Kagome. You are mine!"

Kagome was speechless. He was terribly jealous. But she still wanted her apology! Before she was through with him she wanted his promise that he would never doubt her again.

"There's nothing going on between me and Kouga!"

"There better well not be, you little bitch!" Sesshoumaru snarled, and before she could protest he violently kissed her. She fought him but she was sinking fast.

His soft lips pressed into her dewy-sweet ones, scorching her with the heat of his anger. She shuddered in anger and rising arousal, as the feel and smell of him assaulted her at once. Suddenly, there was nothing but him; his taut thighs against her buttocks, and the nudge of his firm arousal underneath. She wanted to press against him there. It felt right to rub the ache she felt…

Then the indecision was swept away from her as his tongue slid into her mouth. The warmth of him poured into her and she shivered, as his hands clasped her waist. He turned her around until she was straddling him, and her arms were clasped around his neck. Kagome's skirt edged upward until her lace panties were in complete contact with his up thrusting cock. She ground down against him, and he released a moan into her mouth.

Her mind raced as she momentarily regained her thoughts. She would get her apology.

Kagome nimbly began to unbutton his shirt after removing his tie. He stared at her with glazed but curious golden-eyes. His Kagome was undressing him! Before he could analyze this aggressive move, her mouth was torturing his neck and moving downward to tease the pulse at the base.

"Oh shit, Kagome," he hoarsely growled as she tantalized that special spot on his throat. "Don't stop," he said, when she slightly pulled away from him.

"Inuyasha and Kikyou will be here soon," she teased, rubbing her soaked panties against him. He felt so good against her heat, and his strong hands held her firmly in place. She leaned forward, using his thighs as leverage to purr into his ear as she raked her fingers through his satiny hair. "Besides…you" -nibble-"owe" -smack- "me"-lick- "an apology."

By now they were both panting from the symphony of their kisses, and Kagome's teasing mouth against his. She pulled away at one point, and Sesshoumaru observed her with smoldering sun-bright eyes.

Sesshoumaru lifted an eyebrow. So she wanted to play rough huh? He clasped her wrists in one hand after placing them behind her back. The position made her back arch and pressed her full breasts upward. He used his free hand to unbutton her sweater. His hand stroked along her throat, to the curve of her neck and the slope of her shoulders as the sweater slid downward, and he expertly followed the velvety skin with his mouth.

"I will get you for this," Kagome gritted out. "Oh, oh, oh-" He was licking and nibbling her nipples through her bra! He cupped her breast, stroking the turgid peak with his thumb. She quivered and he smirked continuing his torment.

A sharp rap on the door interrupted them as a squeaky voice called out, "Sesshoumaru-sama! Your brother is here!"

Chagrined by the untimely announcement, Kagome and Sesshoumaru separated and began straightening their attire. She could barely refasten her buttons on her sweater, she was shaking so badly. Sesshoumaru, the Ice King, merely pushed her hands away and calmly completed the task.

"I like this color on you," he commented smoothly recalling the gown she'd worn when they first met. His mild baritone rumbled, "Is this a silk blend?" Before she could reply, he was running his palm over her breast, testing the fabric while caressing her. She stiffened in protest, and he snatched her close and pecked her on the lips. "We'll finish this later, sweetheart." He politely helped her rise to her feet, and smoothed her satiny skirt, tracing her bottom under the fabric and gently squeezing.

Before she could chasten him again, he was moving around to the front of his desk as the office doors swung open wide open. Kagome could hardly believe that he looked so cool and unruffled by what just happened between them. She would get her apology and this time she was not going to cave in.

"Sesshoumaru! You fucking asshole!" Inuyasha rushed into the room with Kikyou in tow. She somehow gracefully glided into the room behind him even though she was wearing very high-heeled shoes. Kagome thought that was odd since she was pregnant after all. What if she tripped and fell?

There was something contradictory about her, Kagome mused, but she just could not place her finger on it. But Kikyou had been so nice to her. Ultra nice. Maybe too nice, after all Inuyasha was there with them so of course she'd be on her best behavior. Perhaps she was becoming suspicious of everyone like Sesshoumaru? Was she doing the right thing in defending this woman that she hardly knew?

Before she could continue pondering, the confrontation between Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha escalated. As usual. So much for a family "discussion".

"Little brother, is that any way to persuade me?" Sesshoumaru mocked, contempt gleamed in his amber eyes.

"Keh! Fuck you, shit-eating bastard! You accused my fiancée of stealing from just because she works for Naraku!"

Sesshoumaru sauntered across the room to stand directly in front of Kikyou. He frostily addressed her. "If you hand over the file now, I may not press charges against you, provided you give up my brother."

Inuyasha charged toward him and Sesshoumaru merely sneered. Kikyou grasped her lover by the arm, aware of the ruthless calculation gleaming in the older man's eyes. A chill touched her spine. Damn! What had she gotten into?

A full blown argument erupted between the two silver-haired males. They began to circle on another.

Kagome inwardly sighed, reluctantly marching over to them. This was certainly going to be a long evening.

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The pale young woman did not react when she answered the door. She merely nodded to the guest and turned away after motioning for the person to enter.

The white kimono fluttered about her small form as she led the guest through the very long and enormous hallways. Various, priceless paintings adorned the polished oak wood walls and the guest lost track of how many antique pieces and sculptures there were.

The young woman in white gestured towards the French doors leading outside to a large terrace that overlooked a plush garden. It was well lit and the heady scent of flowers was almost overpowering. The guest could not see anything at first but then a voice sinister and sensuous as dusk broke the stillness.

"Very good, Kanna," the husky male tones said, "Now leave us."

"Yes," Kanna replied and drifted away like a white-mist moth back into the house.

Once she was gone, the guest attacked the host with words laced with resentment.

"Why have you decided to see me now?"

Gentle mocking laughter raced across the guest's skin as the host stood up, rising from an opulent chaise to saunter across the marble floor. The night breeze fluttered the long dark hair and ruffled the pure silk of the magenta haori.

"Well…you have been busy of late. Quite busy."

"Not as busy as you. Too busy to see me lately." The words were choked off because the speaker immediately regretted saying them.

The man closed in on his guest, reaching up to stroke the smooth skin and hair with an insincere tenderness. "Is that all that's bothering you? I am busy man after all. You knew this."

"Yes." The pause made patience difficult. "Why now?"

The dark-haired man lashed out suddenly, striking the flawless skin with a vicious blow that stung but did no permanent damage. He inhaled and could smell the fear, rage and yes, the arousal.

"Don't waste my time on false sentimentality, slut," he harshly ground out. "Where is it?"

"Naraku-" a trembling hand reached up to touch the spot were his hand had landed. Such cruelty and the ultimate skill in wielding pain like a weapon.

His eyes bore into the widened ones perusing him with resentment and uncertainty.

"Kagura, who did you give that file to? I want it. The only reason I tolerated your dalliance with Sesshoumaru this long is because I knew that at some point you would gain access to the company and provide the means for me to bring him down."

Kagura frowned. How could he know about the file? Did he know that Kouga was involved as well?

"You are so easy, Kagura." Naraku mocked. "That little bitch Kikyou proved to not be worth much, except now Taisho believes that she stole the file. As a red herring, our patsy for this, she will do. But I may need to use her to retrieve it; if I don't kill you first." He reached out to grab her by the throat, and Kagura winced because his grip was painful, cutting off her air. But she dared not struggle, he would enjoy it more. Strangulation was one of the few things she did not like. And the bastard knew it.

Kagura was aware that he expected a reply when his hold loosened. "I need time, Naraku. I don't have the file."

He studied her for several moments, then promptly released her. "You have two days. I cannot allow my only opportunity to destroy Sesshoumaru escape me now."

"I need more time."

"No bitch, you only require what I give you. And don't think I don't know about that little girl that has you writhing with jealousy over my enemy. She is not your concern. Pleasing me is." He narrowed his eyes. "If Sesshoumaru is so enamored of her, perhaps we can use her to bring my plans into motion."

Naraku abruptly reached out and ripped her dress from her, stripping her naked except for her shoes. She did not flinch as he pinched her nipples hard, striking blows to her naked thighs and pert buttocks. He squeezed her sex, feeling the juices flow over his hands. She reached out to squeeze his hard long shaft and he backed away with a wicked laugh.

"You were always too eager. I see I need to retrain you." He turned away to call out, "Kanna, bring the silk cord."

Kagura closed her eyes, barely able to sustain the excitement she felt. The cord was very much like a whip but it left no marks on the skin. He'd had it made for that purpose.

When Kanna arrived carrying the braided length, he took it from her. Once she was dismissed again, Naraku turned to his guest and hissed with arousal and the darkness of his soul, "Ah Kagura, it's been too long, my sweet little whore."

Kagura shuddered. She could hardly wait and the night was still young. She would worry about Kouga and the file later, for now, she wanted to enjoy herself.

"Yes, Master," she cooed as the cord struck her gently and then gradually increased with each moan she emitted until finally, she was a wanton mass on the floor.

She felt him lift her up onto her hands and knees, the silk rubbing her smarting flesh. He teased the wet folds of her sex, and she winced from the pain he inflicted earlier when he skillfully struck her there. The broad tip of him pressed into the sweltering tightness of her body, and she knew there was nothing she could deny him. Naraku gave her the pain and pleasure she craved and it was an addiction for her.

By the time she collapsed sweating to the cold marble floor with his solid weight on top of her, the firm nudge of his cock still inside of her throbbing core, Kagura was all too aware that no matter what she did, she'd never be free of Naraku. Nor he, her.

The disturbing question was: Did she want to be?

A/N thanks for the review sesshyluvr-

tell me what you think thus far-did I shock you? Were you surprised? I want to put twists and turns in this story, so bear with me a bit. Chapter 7 will be up very, very soon

Until then, *meow