InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleeping with the Mob ❯ The Deal ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: These are going to be three short stories that can stand alone, but will be following the same story line. It will mark three landmarks in their relationship, all three will contain lemon or lime. This is as close as I get to a PWP. BTW: I do mention that they are in Bronx, NY, even though it doesn't seem important in this story, it will in the next. It was more prevalent before I cut all the background information. It was getting to choppy. On with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, this wouldn't be a fanfic.

Sleeping with the Mob:

The Deal

Kagome shivered as she stepped into the dark and menacing bedroom. His golden predatory gaze traced the contours of her bare back, satisfied with her bodily response to his presence. He had picked that dress for her specifically for the way it would expose her to him. He could never have imagined that his color would look so delicious on her.

The air had become thicker, but unlike her date, Kagome had already accepted that she had no control over the present situation. He was still in denial, believing he was taking advantage of a gift Fate had given him. He smirked, completely unaware of his role as a pawn in the night's events. Fate had another design for the two Bronx natives of Japanese descent that neither could fathom.

Trying to hide her nerves, Kagome quickly started to remove his mother's diamonds, which he had forced her to wear. She spent the entire evening afraid she would lose them. The dog demon growled lowly in displeasure. For as long as he wore them, she was marked as his. Though, it would not be a good idea for her to wear them for the rest of their business. It would be too easy to break or lose one of the pieces between the sheets. After placing the earrings, necklace and ring in the black velvet case, she turned to him with her outstretched left hand. Understanding her silent request, he carefully removed the bracelet, making sure his claws scratched lightly her delicate skin. Her breath hitched as she began to tremble. He smirked, thinking of how he was going to enjoy running his claws up her bare thigh.

Pulling her hand towards him, he waited until they were mere inches apart before leaning his head towards her ear. "Take off the make up, while I confirm the transaction." His breath caressed her neck like a predator caressing its prey. He slowly dragged his fingers up and down her bare arms, flooding her body with heat, before continuing, "You're shivering. Are you cold?"

"Yes." She lied: her voice shaky and insecure. He could smell her fear and anxiety. It coated his room, and he loved it. It was the most powerful aphrodisiac he had encountered. Enjoying his position of power, he looked down at her red lips while licking his own.

"I'll take care of that soon." He promised in a dark whisper. Kagome was unsure how she managed to keep standing or walk away. The only thing she was sure about was that she had chosen to sleep with him instead of Naraku to save a part of herself, only to realize, she had lost herself completely somewhere between his limo and his bed.

She made it to his bathroom without much incident. Leaving her silver heals by her overnight bag, she took out her makeup removal cream and began to remove the red from her lips. As she moved on to her eyes and cheeks, she heard him speak, "Call me back when it's confirmed."

Her arms became lethargic as she tried to prolong the inevitable. She had made a deal with the devil, and now she had to pay for it. She cursed herself for not being one of those women, who wore too much makeup: She might have been able to buy a few more minutes. She stepped out of the bathroom after throwing some cold water on her face. She was hopping to relax her nerves; instead, it reminded her of how sensitive they were.

She walked towards him, as the fine silk clung to her breasts and hips before flaring towards her ankles. With its satin swoop neck, the dress was exemplary of his fine demonic taste. He gave her one of his famous smirks as she stopped across his desk. Even though he had discarded his tux jacket and the bowtie she had tied for him earlier in the evening, he still had a presence of power as he sat in his large leather chair with the top two buttons of his shirt undone.

"Once this is done, I hope you won't make this same mistake twice. Naraku is a dangerous man."

"I've never had dealings with him…I didn't even know Hojo was involved with him."

"What are you going to do with him…Hojo? Forgive him? Try and get him help?"

Kagome looked away. He had thrown salt on a fresh wound, but she had made up her mind. "Hojo and I…I broke things off with him right after he confessed…I can't forgive him, even if I wanted to." His eyes darkened in pleasure, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand.

"It is the smartest thing you can do." He agreed. "After all…"

"Why didn't you tell me Naraku was going to be there tonight?" Before he could continue, she took what control she had left.

"It's the Governor's Ball. I thought you knew he was invited."

"No…and I don't like the way he looked at me…as if he owned me." She complained.

"At the moment, he did. But, in a few more minutes, I will."

"Is that why you insisted I be your date tonight? So you two could play your testosterone induce games?"

"No, I invited you to make sure you had a good dinner." Taking his time to run his eyes along her body, he finished, "you'll need the energy."

"Don't remind me." She complained.

"I'm surprised at you, Kagome. I always figured you the type to fight head on. I would never have guessed you would have preferred my bed, over his. It is the same deal he made you: one hundred thousand dollars for one night."

"I'm a social worker; I have seen what happens to his mistresses…and the ones that refuse. The unlucky ones receive a visit from me in intensive care…the lucky ones get a visit from the coroner." Her scent had changed with her words. Her nerves had eased, as the perfume of defiance and anger began diffuse into the room. As he traced the curves of her body with his eyes, the phone rang.

"It is done. Maten implied that Naraku would not be pleased." A familiar voice spoke through the speaker phone.

"He got his money." The silver haired male protested.

"He wanted the girl. I made sure Maten understood that Miss Higurashi was no longer with Mr. Chan, as instructed."

"Very well. You may go home, Miroku. Sango might begin to worry." Turning to Kagome, he removed what was left of his bowtie. "My part is done."

"How do I know you won't betray me when it's over?" He smirked, his golden eyes darkening in the shadows of his room.

"Smart girl." He took a receipt and marked it paid. He then placed it under a glass paper weight on the edge of his ebony table. "You can take it when, we're done." She nodded in agreement as he approached slowly, dragging out the moment. The delicious smell of her anxiety began to rise as he removed the space between. It was getting hard to breath for her, since his cologne was thickening the air. She looked into his golden eyes, shimmering with a primal, feral and predatory force. She gasped as he placed his hands on her hips. In an effort to remain calm, she wet her lips with her tongue. She didn't see him move, but she yelped as she felt him capture her tongue with his fangs. He gently sucked the wound savoring the sweet tang of her blood.

Her knees were weak, and he knew it. As he distracted her with his tongue, he moved his hands to grab her lower back. She gasped in surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck in a quick reflex, as he lifted her off the ground and walked her towards his high bed. As soon as she was standing again, he languidly ran his claws up her bare back as he moved from her lips to her neck. He nipped lightly to distract her as he slipped his claws underneath the straps of her dress. In one swift movement, the heavy red silk sunk to the floor. "Inu Yasha!" She gasped as the cool air sent shivers through her skin. He growled lightly in response, stepping back to enjoy his price. Her lower lip was trembling due to the cold and her fear. Her eyes were dilated, making the blue ring of her iris appear cobalt. Her hair was still pinned in a French twist, but her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen from his attentions. He held her hands to prevent her from covering herself as he admired her firm bare breast and defined waist. Her skin was a perfect cream silk that demanded his touch. His eyes flashed red when he saw the butterfly lace covering her most intimate part hanging low from her hips.

"Perfect." He growled as he descended on each breast to kiss it lightly. Demanding complete control, he threw her lightly on the bed before crawling over her trembling body.

"Wait." She pleaded. His eyes darkened with displeasure. "You promised." She reminded him. Nodding, he turned to the nightstand and pulled out a small box. Using his claws he opened a few packages and allowed the condoms to fall on the crimson down comforter.

"When the time comes, I'll take care of it." He promised as he turned his attention to her pert nipple. He licked it first, allowing her to fully appreciate the roughness of his tongue. Her scent told him she enjoyed it. The hanyou bit and sucked the nipple roughly, knowing by her scent that she was enjoying it. As she closed her eyes, he switched breasts, satisfied with the red love bites he left on its twin. He soothed the previous globe with his hand while his mouth dominated the other.

Kagome couldn't contain her gasps or the heat that was pooling between her legs. She was enjoying this, and it appalled her. Where had her morals gone? Where had her self-love and pride disappeared to? Had she lost herself forever?

It was the smell of salt that first alerted Inu Yasha to her predicament. His first thought was that he had hurt her, but after sensing the other changes in her scent, he put the pieces together. Kissing the top of her breast lightly, he moved above her, until his face was a few inches from hers. Her eyes were shut, and her face was turned from him. But, it didn't stop him from licking her tear away. She opened her eyes in surprise. He let the vibrations of a displeased growl run through her body. Looking away in shame, she mouthed an apology.

He growled again, and this time, the vibrations reached down and touched her most intimate of places. She gasped, surprised and aroused. He smirked, preferring this change to her scent. Like a vulture, he descended upon her mouth. He devoured it like the hungry animal he was, and she fed him openly. He dominated the kiss, hard and long: a promise of what was to come. It threw her into an abyss of nerve synapses and sensations. Every pour of her body was opening up to him. Her hips buckled beneath him in a silent plea, and her hands released the covers beneath her in favor of his silver locks. She moaned in desperation, as her fingers became tangled with his hair. She pulled him closer, his shirt buttons scratching her skin as his leg's grip on her thighs tightened. She could feel the evidence of his enjoyment and it excited her more.

The fine cotton of his shirt was wet with her perspiration. It was becoming annoying. As he moved from her lips to attack her neck, she maneuvered her hands in an attempt to undo the buttons of his shirt. With him so close, her mobility was limited. In her desperation, she ripped his shirt open, not caring that the flying buttons would attack her. She needed to feel his skin against hers like she needed air to breathe.

His low growl sent chills down her spine. She could never have imagined something could feel this good. He pinned her hands above her head while giving her a satisfied grin. She understood, relaxing her body beneath him. He wanted to be the governing one, and she was more than willing to surrender. How ironic life was! She, who had always been the dominant one in the bedroom with her boyfriend, was willing to submit to a stranger. But, damn, this stranger knew her body better than she did.

As a reward, he took of his shirt and undershirt before returning to her neck. Feeling his pert nipples rubbing against her moist skin elicited an unrestrained moan from the young miko. He growled, encouraging her to make more of those sweet sounds that made him hot and restless. She was so giving. Once he pushed back the memory of why they were sleeping together, she was an open circuit full of sexual energy. All he had to do was plug in. He had said their date would have to end in the bedroom, but not how many times they would roll around the sheets together. He smirked, knowing she was assuming he was like a human male that could only handle one round at a time. Did he have a surprise for her!

She moaned in frustration as she failed to buckle beneath him. He was straddling her too tightly. She could barely move beneath him. It was infuriating and arousing. He was taking all control from her, dominating her, mastering her: His hands securely latching her writs to the bed; his fangs nipping the delicate skin of her neck; his exposed chest rubbing against hers with their sweat serving as lubrication. She was burning up in frustration. She needed his touch, his claws, his fangs, and his body. She wanted his hands to claim her entire body, not just her wrists. "Inu Yasha…please," she begged.

He responded with a deep sexual growl that pulsated straight to her core. She screamed in desperation as it brought her to the edge, without pushing her off. He smirked against her skin. Each second, she was becoming more dependent on him. She was so receptive, to his relief: He wasn't sure how much longer he could control himself. His erections was painfully pushing against his pants, demanding liberation, while his youki was becoming highly unstable. His golden eyes were glowing red as he moved down her neck towards the valley between her breasts. He dragged his claws down her arms as he moved, enjoying the way she was trembling beneath him.

The air was thick with their sweat and arousal as he allowed her to move her arms. She buried her fingers in his hair as he began to penetrate her navel with his tongue. He slowly ran his tongue around the brim before beginning his hard long strokes inside it. Each thrust was harder than the last, causing her to moan and scream his name. She pushed herself against him, begging him to finish her. He smirked, as he ran his claws down her hips, shredding the last piece of cloth protecting her from his hunger. He nipped her navel hard. She screamed as her first orgasm hit. She was convulsing below him, squeezing her legs together in pain. Her core was sore from his negligence. He had lapped away the few drops of blood she had shed, enjoying the sweetness of her blood.

"Inu Yasha…it hurts!" She begged. In her desperation, she didn't sense him moving her deeper on the bed or repositioning himself above her. She did feel his light breath over most intimate place.

"Better?" he asked with a smirk. She moaned in desperation. He moved closer and blew a little harder.

"Monster!" She yelled with tears escaping her eyes. His taunts were driving her insane. His hands were firmly holding her hips in place as he chuckled.

"Monster? But, I'm just trying to help." He feigned innocence before his smirk turned dark. She could only see the red of his eyes in the shadows of the room. "If you want more, you have to show me. Spread your legs for me, Kagome. Show me where you want me to touch you." Kagome couldn't help it. The cold air was making the area more soar, but she had to do as he asked. She widened her legs as much as she could, but when she tried to point, his grip on her hips didn't let her move. "No pointing." His low voice was hoarse. "Tell me."

"Please…" she begged. The air had become too thick to breath and the pain became worse as her juices began to dry.

"Please what?"

"Please…touch me!" She was on the verge of crying.

"You can do better than that, Kagome. I want to know exactly what you want me to do."

"Oh God!" She begged.

"God can't help you now…you're dealing with a demon."

"Fuck me!" She screamed in retaliation. She was shaking, unsure how his denial was actually arousing her more, causing the pain to intensify. "Have your damn way with me! Just make the pain go away!" The tears ran free as she dug her nails into the hands that were holding her in place.

"Gladly," he smirked before taking her invitation. She gasped in relief when she felt him lick her slit. He inhaled her scent, so concentrated, so pure. All traces of her last lover had been washed away with strawberry body wash. He slipped his tongue in her tight canal, and nearly came on the spot. She tasted as good as she smelled. She was so wet, he drank his fill as she moaned and tried to buckle beneath him. His grip was inhuman, as her nails broke the skin of his hand in an effort to retain her sanity. He lapped her juices as if they were the nectar of the gods, before turning his rough tongue against clit. She screamed his name, her voice cracking from the force. He sucked and teased the nub hungrily, desperate to hear her scream again. His erection throbbed painfully, but he ignored it: His need for her pleasure taking priority. Her voice went horse as she released an inhuman scream. She came hard and long, convulsing and trembling below him. All strength had left her body as her mind floated in a world of bright white light.

It was a good five minutes before the bright lights turned to red shadows. She soon recognized his comforter. She was facing it? Blinking a few times, she realized he had repositioned. She locked her elbows and knees, finally understanding what he wanted. For some bizarre reason, she wasn't surprised he had picked doggy style.

He was no longer communicating with words, just primal growls that awoke a strange forgotten part of her mind. She spread her legs for him. After all the pleasure he had just given her, she wanted him to enjoy it as well. She felt him rub his erection against her thighs, causing an instant chain reaction between her legs. How could she still want more after all he had given her? What kind of slut was she? She pushed the thought back. It would bring back other question about her dealings with Inu Yasha Sans.

She concentrated on the feel of his taunts, of his erection rubbing close to her slit. Her canal still convulsed from time to time with aftershocks. She was wet and ready for something to fill her. He rubbed himself a little closer as he dug his claws into her hips, holding her steady. She noticed the strange sensation and realized that he was wearing a condom. How had he managed to keep his control?

He licked the base of her spine up to her neck, stopping to nibble on her ear. He growled a warning before planting himself deeply inside of her. She screamed at the sudden intrusion, while he growl at her tightness. He hadn't been with a woman this tight since high school, and that girl had been a virgin. He grinned. She was narrowly built, and he was certain her boyfriend had never taken full advantage of it. His eyes flashed red when the thought of the other man that had touched her crossed his mind. He cursed himself for thinking of Hojo at a time like this. He had been a fool for letting Hojo have first dibs on conquering the miko's heart in high school, but Inu Yasha was going to have his redemption.

He waited for her to fully adjust to him, while taunting her nipples. He felt the added lubrication almost immediately. He was going to need it to fuck her the way he wanted to. She moaned while tightening her walls around him. He bit his lip to keep from sinking his fangs into her neck and marking her. "Bitch!" He growled.

"The one you made me." She replied shifting her weight in an attempt to adjust him better. She couldn't see the crimson of his eyes as he battled to keep himself in check. He couldn't wait any longer. He pulled out before slamming back into her. She screamed, collapsing on her elbows. The new angle gave him better leverage. He began his assault, long and hard. He picked up speed as her moans increased. She was screaming his name, begging for him to release her, and he was more than willing to accept the offer. He was continuously hitting her sweet spot as he rubbed against her nub. Her body was shaking: Shivering from the cold sweat that was taking over.

All his blood was rushing to one appendage, as it throbbed with needed. She was so slick and tight, as if God had perfectly adjusted her for him. With each thrust, she fit him better, allowing the friction between their bodies to swell. He was so close, he could see it: Any thrust could be his last, but he refuse to cum without her. Using what was left of his strength, he slammed into her, until he touched her womb. The sensation was too much. She came hard with a laud scream as her walls sucked him in. He continued thrusting a few more times before releasing with a roar into her hot tight body. His continual motion had prolonged her orgasm. Her walls massaged his rod as he collapsed exhausted above her. His inhuman control had taken most of his energy. She shivered. With one arm he pulled her towards him, wrapping his legs around hers, encompassing her in his warmth. She was as exhausted as him, and though she had not planned on staying the night, she couldn't help but fall asleep in his arms.

It was around four in the morning when Kagome awoke, confused and disoriented. She knew she was in someone's bed, and that someone had a vice grip on her legs and waist, but she couldn't remember who it could be. Twisting slowly, she was able to turn around and face him. She touched the silver locks on his head softly. He had pulled the comforter over them at some point. With his eyes closed, sleeping soundly with a small smile on his face, he didn't look threatening. His left ear twitched stealing her attention from his face. She moved to touch it, but stopped herself, remembering a conversation they had had earlier that day. They had just finished agreeing to the terms of the deal.

The limo came to a stop, and Kagome began to leave. When his clawed hand took hold of her arm, the warmth was returned to her body, slightly changing her scent. "Just for the record, you wouldn't consider sleeping with me for a 100 K, or you wouldn't consider sleeping with me at all?"

"I wouldn't consider sleeping with anyone for money." When he didn't let go of her arm, she grew bold enough to add, "And whether or not I considered sleeping with you would depend."

"On what?" He asked intrigued, leaning in so that his breath would brush against her neck. Years later she blamed her lack of a censored response to a sudden flush of claustrophobia, though she knew it had something to do with his claws brushing against her skin.

"If I got to touch those ears of yours, or not." Inu Yasha's eyes widen in surprise as she took the opportunity to finish retreating. Before she closed the door, she heard him reply,

"I thought you didn't want any freaky stuff."

She still berated herself for being so forward, but he had a strange effect on her.

She should probably use this opportunity to leave. It would save her from the embarrassing goodbye later. Besides, she wasn't looking forward to walking around naked in front of him. His left ear twitched again, calling to her. What could one rub hurt? She made sure he was still sleeping before reaching out to trace the soft fur on the rim of his ear. It twitched once, and she pulled back. She waited. He seemed to still be asleep. She moved her hand to the back of his ear, and touched it lightly. Satisfied when it didn't move, she rubbed it slowly, enjoying the feel of the short fur against her fingertips. Slowly she grew more confident, forgetting about the sleeping man below her. She was entranced by its warm softness. She cupped his ear lightly, surprised to feel her own heart beat in his ear. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the beat, each thump her own.

"Inu…" Her plead was lost in a mangled moan as he sunk his fangs into her neck while fully burying himself inside her. She was pinned underneath him, with her back flat against the gold sheets. She felt a trickle of her blood run down her neck. He growled without removing his fangs from her neck. Her miko aura rose in defense, but his youki absorbed it, feeding off of it. He growled again, and she gasped as she understood what he wanted. She rubbed his ears lightly, and he moved inside her. She increased her tempo, and he increased his, moving in perfect rhythm with her strokes. Soon, she forgot the pain and her fear, only feeling his body moving against hers. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. She could feel the pressure building in her lower abdomen. She rubbed his ears faster, pleased to see that he was still responding. Her eyes rolled back as a sensation of pure bliss enveloped her. She held on as he came inside her: his seed provoking her orgasm. She collapsed below him, drained from his ministrations. He lapped the blood from her neck with a please smirk on his lips.

"That was easier than I thought." He growled before kissing his mate's lips.

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Kagome was disgusted. A thick layer of sweat encased her body, making the sheets feel cold and dirty. His relaxed arm rested over her bare abdomen as a taunt. He had just given her the best fuck of her life, and he wasn't her husband, boyfriend or even much of an acquaintance. Yes, she and Inu Yasha San had gone to the same high school, and he had sat behind her in her freshman English class, even though he was a senior. But until earlier that week, they hadn't said two words to each other in over eight years.

Kagome took a deep breath as she tried to calm her nerves. She had started to cry, and that wouldn't do. He was technically paying $100 thousand for a roll in the hay with her, so she might as well pretend to enjoy it…not that it was hard. She never thought sex could be that good, and that sickened her. Even when he had made her bleed it had been delicious. She rubbed her neck lightly, trying to survey the damage with her fingertips. Not even with Hojo, a man she thought she loved, was sex ever that incredible.

Hojo. He had been the catalyst of this entire mess. How could he have done that to her? How could he have treated her that lowly? He had, in essence, sold her to Naraku, and she, in turn, had sold herself to Inu Yasha San in order to obtain her freedom. She couldn't take it anymore. The room stunk of sex and satisfaction. She couldn't take the constant reminder of her actions. Carefully getting out of bed without waking him, fearing a repeat of his earlier behavior, she jumped of the high bed and rushed quietly to the bathroom. She didn't stop to look for her underwear. She slipped on her jeans and shirt before turning one last time. He was holding the pillow the same way he had held her before. She felt a pang in her chest, unsure why. She just needed fresh air. She started to leave, but stopped, remembering the pay stub. She turned to grab it before bolting out of his room and rushing out of his house, avoiding all servants. She never noticed the pair of red eyes that had observed her retreat, or the two used condom in the wastebasket.

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It was a bad omen, but she didn't realize it. She thought it was God given her a break. The parking spot was right in front of her apartment building. Tired from her night with the Mob boss, she didn't see the two unmarked cars closely watching her as she locked her car and threw her duffle bag over her shoulder. All Kagome wanted was a hot shower, a long nap and underwear. Her jeans were chaffing her. She pulled her keys out of pocket and walked to her first floor apartment. She had just finished unlocking her door when she heard someone call her name from behind her. "Hojo? What are you doing here?" She demanded in surprise.

"I knew you would come through." He smiled before trying to hug her. She pushed him away roughly. He hadn't showered since the day before. His brown eyes were as worn as his wrinkled shirt, but a happy soft smile adorned his lips.

"How did you get in?"

"Your landlord got tired of seeing me on the front steps." He smiled sheepishly. "I've been waiting for you since four in the morning. Where were you?" He gave her his classic worried face. He looked so innocent, so boyish…but she knew better.

"None of your business…Hojo, what part of I don't want to see you anymore don't you understand?" She demanded.

"You can't mean that! We've been together since we were kids…we survived high school, college and the real world. I love you…I don't want to lose you!" He begged.

"That's bull!" She couldn't keep herself from screaming, the bile of his betrayal rising to her throat. "If you meant any of that you wouldn't have pimped me out like that!"

"I didn't!"

"You used me as collateral on a bet! You knew that if you lost I would have to…to…to sleep with that man!"

"How was I supposed to know the Mets would actually beat the Braves?" He tried to defend himself.

"They are the home team! You always support the home team!"

"What does it matter now? You found the money without having to sleep with Naraku. I don't know how you got the Sans to cover you, but they did. Why can't we start over?"

"You betrayed me! You treated me like an object! You use material possessions, like a house or a car, as collateral! Not a person!" She was openly screaming, and didn't care. How could he be so thick.

"But I always win when I use you as collateral! You're like my lucky charm!" Kagome's jaw dropped as the man before her suddenly turned into a stranger.

"You-you used me as collateral before?" She took a deep breath before opening her door. "Good bye."

She screamed as she felt him push her in the apartment. As the door slammed close behind them, she landed hard on her arms. She didn't have a chance to response before he was straddling her.

"Where were you?" He demanded. His face was contorted in anger. She had never seen him like this.

"Get off me!" She demanded.

"You were with him; weren't you?" He pressed.

"Help! Fire!" She screamed as she struggled to get free. She heard a slap followed by a harsh sting on her cheek. It was the first time he had ever raised his hand against her. She was shocked. Who was this man? This wasn't her Hojo!

She snapped out of her daze when he ripped her shirt open. "You slut!" he screamed when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. "You slept with him!" He accused as he tried to rip her jeans open. "You whore."

"Stop!" She begged with tears running down. He was going to rape her. Her heart beat faster as it became hard to breathe. She struggled with what strength her adrenaline gave her, while screaming for help. Someone had to hear her.

She couldn't heed his screams or accusations anymore. She could only register the sound of her own wild heartbeat pounding in her ears. But she could see. She had a clear view of his once warm eyes turned black and hysterical. The blood vessels in his eyes were inflamed as he refused to blink. The dark circles made his face appear sullen, almost skeletal. And on his neck, a dark spider-shaped scar had formed. He was a stranger. He was a dangerous man that had managed to rip the top button of her jeans off.

"Slut!" He screamed as he bashed her against the floor.

It all seemed to happen as if in a dream. Suddenly, Hojo was thrown off her, and before she could curl into a fetal position, she was wrapped in a pair of warm arms. Instinctively, she recognized the scent and clung to it desperately as she cried. A jacket was placed over her shoulders, encompassing her completely in the protective aroma. She buried her face in a protective chest as he led her towards her bedroom. She knew he was talking. To whom…she did not know, nor cared. He was there, and he would protect her. She could feel it in her heart.

It wasn't until they reached her room that she realized who he was. He opened her drawers until he found a large t-shirt she could use to cover herself with. His eyes looked at her in concern, tracing the bruise that was forming on her cheek. "Inu Yasha," she began confused.

"Shh, I'm here. I'll protect you." The tears ran freely as she lounged herself at the stranger. His scent was comforting, and so were his low growls. She started to talk, uncensored, and unsure why.

"He-he's never done anything like this…That isn't the Hojo I know. This past week…I feel like I've been dating a stranger."

"That's because he's under Naraku's control." Inu Yasha explained as he rubbed her back, pushing Hojo's offending smell away. The hanyou's claim laid intact, but it was now tainted with the smell of that week human.

"What?"

"He wasn't too happy with your way of repaying your debt."

"But, he got his money!" Kagome protested. Had she slept with Inu Yasha for nothing? Had she betrayed every principle she believed in vain?

"He never wanted the money." There was no easy way to say it, and he wasn't one with much tact. Her body began to tremble as she shook her head in denial."

"This isn't fair."

"He won't touch you. I won't let him." Inu Yasha promised. Kagome looked at him blankly. Where all mobsters insane? "You're mine, Kagome. You're mine to protect. You're mine to have. I don't let Naraku near my possessions." Kagome pushed him away, forgetting her ripped shirt and exposed flesh. She moved back trying to breathe, but the air was too heavy and stale.

"Are you crazy?" She asked as she felt like a diver without any oxygen left trying to reach the surface unsuccessfully.

"Me, crazy?" He held up his hands to show the light scars on his knuckles. "Weren't you the one burying your nails into me, begging me to fuck you…to have my way with you?" He demanded as he moved in to corner her.

"We had agreed that it would be only a one night stand!" She defended herself. Every hair on her body was on edge, but she wasn't scared. The emotion that was running through her body was dark and sexual in nature. What the hell was wrong with her? She had almost been raped! How could she be longing for this hanyou to dominate her again?

"And you broke those rules! You pushed me too far, Kagome."

"What are you talking about? I did what you told me to do!" She protested.

"You touched my ears!" He corrected, as rage and ball of sexual energy rose to the surface. "My most sensitive part, and you used your nimble fingers to bring me pleasure, without asking for pleasure in return. No youkai, hanyou or whole, would allow that to go unpunished or unrewarded." He moved his claws to caress the mark on her neck. "You're my mate, Kagome."

She almost fainted. She would had fallen if he hadn't had caught her in time. The pieces were beginning to fit. Hojo was under Naraku's control, his gambling addiction having gotten the best of him. She had crossed a very sensitive line with a youkai, and was now his mate, or better put, his. He was right: He was the only one that could protect her. Kagome's body fell limp against his. She was so tired and confused. How had her whole world turned upside down in a week? This is the price you pay when you sleep with the mob.

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