InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleeping with the Mob ❯ The Threat ( Chapter 2 )

Sleeping With the Mob:

The Threat

Inu Yasha rubbed his temples as his driver rushed him home. It was nearly six in the morning, and if his wife woke up to an empty bed, there would be hell to pay. Inu Yasha smiled. When there wasn't hell to pay when his wife was involved? The Bronx vixen was hard headed, stubborn and absolutely irresistible when angry. She also had made him wait until they were married before she let him bed her again, much to his torture… not that that had stopped him from trying.

Getting her to move in before the wedding was more difficult than trying to get his brother to laugh. Her grandfather had even tried to purify him after the suggestion. Inu Yasha had to plea with her mother, conveniently reminding her that her daughter's apartment had been broken into, which is why he wouldn't let her go back there. No one mentioned it was a deranged Hojo.

Hojo. He was back. After a year and a half of silence, he had ignored Inu Yasha's warning and returned. Inu Yasha growled at himself. He should have killed the bastard for daring to touch Kagome. If Miroku hadn't been there, he probably would have. But, his long time friend and confidant had reminded Inu Yasha that Kagome wouldn't like that. He had his people release Hojo from Naraku's control before having them beat him senseless. He had wanted to do that personally, but Kagome needed his attentions more.

Kagome. When he had finally convinced her to stay with him until the wedding, it had been under the condition that it would be in separate rooms, but that didn't prevent him from slipping into her room at night. He smiled softly remembering those days. She never woke up, and though his initial intention had been to rut with his bitch, he never had the heart to wake her. He would kiss her forehead lightly before spooning her. She would smile and cuddle into his arms, subconsciously accepting his presence, though she was always a different woman in the morning. The first time, she had been annoyed, but handled it with a smile. Afterwards, he woke up to a pillow attack or screaming match. She finally gave up a month before the wedding.

He looked at his watch nervously. She never woke up before seven. If he made it home by six forty-five, he would have enough time to take his clothes off and jump into bed with her for a twenty minute nap. Otherwise, he would have to go straight for the shower. If he got there after seven, his life was in fate's hands. Though, he wasn't sure how she would react. She spent the six months before their wedding reminding him how she was being forced into the marriage, and the past year hadn't been particularly loving. She might be disappointed that he hadn't dropped dead during the night. No. No, Kagome wasn't like that. He wouldn't have fallen in love with her if she had.

He laughed at himself. He had been an eighteen-year-old bad boy, who thought himself too good for the world, and she had been an overwhelmed freshman trying to find her first class. He had followed her into her English class and sat behind her every day for three months. It gave him alarming insight in who she was. She had given him a warm smile every morning, even after it was revealed that he was a senior. She never seemed to make the connection on why he was there, but she proved herself to him. The teacher had loved to pick on him, and she never failed to pass him the answers. He was ready to move in for the kill, to bring her into his world. Even then, he had been working for his father. Miroku and Sango had both agreed to help him, and it would all have gone as plan if it hadn't been for Hojo.

Inu Yasha had known that Hojo was interested in Kagome, but wrote him off as easy competition. It wasn't until he overheard Kagome venting with her friends about her father's strictness. Her words burned his ears: "He won't let me go out with Inu Yasha, or anyone like him. He says I deserve better, like Hojo…"

He walked away without hearing anymore. It was then he realized what he was doing to her. She did deserve much more, and that shrimp Hobo had more of chance to give it to her. "All that work to protect her, old man, and it was in vain. She needed me in the end."

He sighed. The drive from Chelsea Piers was taking longer than expected. He didn't want to spend the night out, but that business with Hojo had to be taken care off personally. And, there was no way he could tell Kagome about it. She wouldn't approve, and she didn't know that Hojo had returned. It was bad enough she still had nightmares about the incident every once in a while; he didn't want to worry her with the news that her ex was in town.

He hadn't expected to find this much traffic coming out of the city this early, but apparently, every trucker in the state wanted to be out of Manhattan before the start of the business day. He really didn't need another argument with his wife. Their relationship was a giant mood swing as it was. He didn't need her bitching at him for not calling, or for spending the night out. The only thing that would be worse would be her not caring. She had been so unpredictable with him lately.

The first few months of their marriage had been pure fire. She challenged him on everything, and every argument ended with a violent fuck. All the "freaky stuff" she had been afraid of when they had made their deal, she had come to enjoy. The first time they argued hotly, he had pushed her against the wall and taken her. The second time, to show her who was the dominant one, he tied her hands to the pole of the bed and had his way with her. By the third time, he had resorted to spanking. It was a relief to find that she enjoyed it as much as him, especially since things kept getting hotter, and the arguments more frequent. He made her beg each an every time for it, for her release. He made sure she was more than satisfied; though, somehow, she managed to win most of the arguments. He smirked proudly. His bitch had learned to play the game.

But, then she began to change, suddenly become shy and insecure around him: Just being in the same room as him put her nerves on edge. She had even avoided sex. He, at first, had thought he had gone too far in one of their "discussions." Then, about six months ago, he had been working late on a union negotiation when she had walked into the downstairs office. The room had been cold and aesthetic, until she walked in only wearing a short satin robe. The minute her bare feat made the floor creek, Inu Yasha had begun to sweat. She had approached the situation innocently and lovingly, reminding him that he would be in no shape to present his proposal in the morning if he didn't get any sleep. He had politely informed her that he was not tired, to which, she replied,

"Well, if you have so much energy, I can think of much better ways of spending it." She left the words hanging in the air as she left the room. The door hadn't finished closing behind her, when he picked her up bridal style and rushed her to their room. The insinuation hadn't been a lie. She gave herself openly and freely to him. He was drunk off their rendezvous for the next three days.

Since then, she had been hot and cold towards him. He knew she was holding something back from him, but he couldn't figure it out. He had had her followed to see if she was cheating on him. The only thing he discovered was that she visited her father's grave daily.

His limo turned into his Bronx mansion by the river. It was the envy of New York proper society, built by his father for his mother. It was six thirty-five. He was safe, and wouldn't have to interpret his wife's reactions today. It was something he appreciated after a night like tonight.

He failed to notice the dim light coming from his room, or the absence of his wife's even breathing before entering, so he was quite surprise to see his wife sitting in his "personal business chair" wearing his crimson robe. Though surprised, he decided he liked how it looked on her. She stood and walked towards him, dark circles under her eyes, lips in a tight frown. Her heart was beating erratically as she walked up to him and pulled him into a desperate kiss. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist, as he allowed her to dominate the kiss. She was desperate and demanding, pouring her soul into the kiss and insisting his in return. Maybe he should stay out more often. They broke the kiss panting for air, their foreheads touching. She took a deep breath before stepping back and slapping him. Maybe not.

"That was for making me worry! Where were you?" He was in shock, too stunned to answer. She turned her back on him and walked away. She was fighting with her own tears, not that she would willingly let him know that she was about to cry. It didn't matter, though, he could smell it. "What's her name?"

His left ear lowered in confusion. "After what you put me through last night, you owe me that much!" She demanded, turning to face him. He looked at her in disbelief. She stood firm and unyielding, but her scent revealed something else: fear, anxiety and pain.

"Owe? I owe you nothing!" How dare she? After he had spent the night defending her honor, she received him this way. Granted, she didn't know where he had been, but his bitch should know better.

"Nothing? Nothing?" She looked at him in disappointment. "Yes that's right. I forgot. I'm nothing to you." She replied, her voice almost cracking. She tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm and growled a warning. "I'm not afraid of you."

"Stupid bitch." He pulled her into his arms before trying to kiss her, but she moved her face away.

"Let me go, Inu Yasha."

"Make me!" She allowed her miko aura to rise. He looked at her with wide eyes, "You would purify me."

"Don't make me." Her voice was shaky and limp. He took a step back, surprised at her sudden action. Didn't she understand? He took off his shirt and threw it in the corner, before kicking off his shoes and socks. They stared at each other: she in his fire rat robe, and he in his black trousers. They were silent for a long time, before Kagome spoke again, "Why?"

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. She looked fragile and tired. He ran a clawed hand through his silver locks. "I should be asking you that! You would purify me?"

She shook her head and turned away, surprised he hadn't seen through her empty threat. "Where were you last night?" She demanded.

"Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry? It's a little late for that, Inu Yasha. I spent the entire night worrying something had happened to you. Miroku got home hours ago! Do you think this is normal?"

"It's better you don't know!" He defended himself.

"I see." She answered calmly.

"About damn time." She took a deep breath,

"I'm moving back with my mother." As she started to leave, he grabbed her.

"You're going no where, bitch. Have you forgotten that you belong to me?" He growled lowly into her ear. She stood firmly, refusing to give into his warmth.

"I belong to no one. Have you forgotten that slavery is outlawed in this country?"

"That's not what you said on our wedding night. You swore you were mine to do what I wanted with." His voice was dark and menacing, and as much as she hated herself for it, she was aroused by it.

"That was an excited utterance."

"Which you've repeated over and over again, every time we fuck."

"In the heat of the moment…I would have said anything." She tried to pull away, but he didn't loosen his grip.

"But, you meant it." He growled lightly before licking the shell of her ear. Her scent betrayed her.

"You can't go in there!" Sango screamed before two men with dark suits burst into the bedroom.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Detective Koga Ookami. This is my partner, Detective Ginta Urufu." The one with the long black ponytail and piercing blue eyes spoke as he flashed his badge. Inu Yasha moved Kagome behind him, not licking the way the Detectives were looking at him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hojo Chan was found murdered a few hours ago." Detective Ookami continued to speak.

"What?" Kagome gasped in surprise.

"Mr. San, we are told that you had a fight with Hojo last time he was in town." The glint in Koga's eyes was obvious. They must have seen his car still outside and figured he was just getting in.

"We settled it."

"The man ended up in the hospital and told the officer on duty that you had done it."

"And later recanting saying he was confused!" Inu Yasha protested.

"More like coercion than confusion!" The detective retaliated.

"I didn't kill him!"

"Then you'll have an alibi for the time of the murder." Detective Urufu spoke up.

"When was he killed?" Inu Yasha demanded.

"Some time between twelve and two this morning." Ginta answered.

"He was home in bed." Kagome spoke up when her husband hesitated.

"Are you sure?" Koga asked, looking at her for the first time.

"One hundred percent." She replied with an annoyed smile.

"Are you sure he didn't leave your bed in the middle of the night, and tried to sneak back in now?"

"Positive…you see we weren't exactly sleeping."

"Oh?" He asked turning to face the bed, which was slightly unmade from Kagome's nervous tossing as she waited for her husband.

"We were braking in the new hot tub."

"Then, why is your husband half undressed?" Detective Koga asked with a sly smile.

"He's half dressed. He was getting ready for work when you rudely barged in! Now, if you excuse us, we both need to finish getting ready. Sango escort them out…Oh, do allow them to speak with the staff that was on duty yesterday. I'm sure they'll verify what I've just say."

"They really are noisy when they get into it." Sango explained as she had the officers follow her out. While Kagome had protected her husband, Miroku had prepared the staff. It was times like this she was glad that Inu Yasha had the house wired and that she had such efficient heads of security watching her affairs.

Once alone, Kagome walked over to the bed and sat down. She let her hair fall and covered her face, as she brought her legs up to her chest. "I didn't kill him!" Inu Yasha quickly defended himself.

"I know." She said quietly. "You're too smart to kill someone without an airtight alibi."

He sighed in relief, before borrowing his eyebrows and demanding, "You think I would kill someone?"

"I know you would do anything to protect your family." He relaxed a bit. Returning towards her, he examined her tight position. She almost looked lost. "What's going to happen now?"

"They'll investigate…try to blow holes in my alibi, and eventually give up."

"I'll stay until the situation with Hojo is cleared up. Then, I'm moving back with my mother." She looked up with glassy eyes. "Please don't make the divorce hard. I'm not going to ask for money." His eyes flashed red as he pounced on her.

"I'm not letting you go." The finality of the statement brought tears to her eyes. He licked them away.

"I'm so tired." She complained. He nuzzled her neck. It had been a long night, and she only wanted one thing. "Inu Yasha," she waited for her husband to look at her before finishing, "bathe with me." He was a bit surprised, but wasn't about to deny her. They had gotten a new hot tub installed for this purpose…well, he had. He stood up, taking her with him. She wrapped her bare legs around his waist as he carried her to the next room. He didn't set her down until they were in front of the hot tub. He was surprised to find it ready. After undoing the tie of his fire rat robe, he pushed it off her shoulders. His mouth watered at the sight of her. After a week of refusing him, she had been waiting up for him wearing absolutely nothing but his robe and her wedding ring. He attacked her mouth with hungry kisses. It had been too long. She pulled on his belt as his bare chest crushed her breasts. After being married to Inu Yasha for a year, she had learned how to remove annoying articles of clothing without need much mobility.

When she heard the clanking sound of his belt hitting the tile floor, she moved her fingers to the hem of his silk boxers. She set a trail of kisses down his chest as she pushed his boxers down. He was surprise to see her kneel before him and kiss his semi-flaccid erection. This was a rare treat. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could feel himself grow hard as her delicate fingers traced his growing member. He looked down, and saw his naked wife on her knees, looking back at him with an indecipherable expression on her face. She turned from him, tying her hair into a messy knot. She licked the tip before gently blowing on in. He shivered, becoming fully erect.

She moved to her full height on her knees so that she could French kiss his navel. She pretended it was his mouth, teasing it with her tongue and teeth. He rubbed his hands down the arms that were latched on to his waist. He loved it when she worshiped him. She was so attentive and loving that it was easy to pretend that she did loved him in return. He closed his eyes and pretended to here her soft mouth declaring her undying love for him as she gently tormented his navel.

"I just have one rule." Her voice broke his illusion as warmness encompassed his member. He looked down at her as she trapped him between her breasts. She had never done that before. "Don't take your eyes off me." With those words, she began to pump him gently. His grip on her shoulders tightened as he throbbed for her. The sight was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Her hair was messy and pulled back with a few wavy strands escaping. Her large breasts caressing his manhood as she looked back at him with a pleading look in her eyes, as if she were a slave begging her master for forgiveness.

Her gentle pumps became harder and faster as she tightened her hold on him. Their collected sweat became a good lubricant as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The air was thick with his arousal and a subtle hint of hers. She lowered her head, but before he could close his eyes, she swirled her tongue around his tip. He hissed, burying his nails into her shoulders, making her bleed for him. The scent of her arousal was no longer subtle.

He growled in pleasure as her breasts were replaced with her hands. She touched his moist member softly at first, judging the amount of friction their two skins produced. She closed her eyes as she licked the pre-cum from the tip. She then put the entire head in her mouth for a gentle suck. Kagome had to hold her husband in place as his knees became weak. He gripped her shoulders tighter for balance. It was hard, but he kept on watching himself disappear into her mouth. She was teasing him now, taking him a little more each time, before retreating. He was going to burst, soon. She had only gotten a third of him in when she ended the tease and took as much of him as she could.

Inu Yasha's eyes shot open when her teeth gently scraped him as she released him. Her aroused scent mimicked his as she licked the underside of his tip to his base. She moved one hand to gently caress his jewels as she blew on the newly wet skin. His vision was getting blurry. He didn't see her sudden movement as she suddenly took him into her mouth. This time, she wasn't teasing. She deep throated him as best as she could accommodate. He was thick and long, and it didn't help her tired jaw. Inu Yasha buried his claws in her shoulder to keep them from her head. He knew she didn't like it when he pushed her head just like she knew there was only one place he would cum.

She pumped him fast and hard, adding a harsh suck randomly. Each stroke was faster than the last, until she couldn't speed up any further. He looked at her in amazement as he forgot how to breathe. The sight of her bopping head made him want to spill. Her mouth reminded him of her other warm and wet cavern. His manhood began to tremble, and before he could warn her, she had pulled away, kissing his tip lovingly. She definitely knew him well.

The sun had fully risen, filling the entire bathroom with warm autumn light. Their entire bodies were exposed to the other's hungry eyes. She stood up slowly as the moisture between her legs began to drip. More locks had escape her knot, and her lips were swollen from her ministrations. He smirked. This is how he licked his bitch. Hungry for her, he licked away the blood from her shoulders. The sweet metallic taste mixed with the saltiness of her sweat made his eyes flash red. He was burning for her. His manhood pulsated, as it demanded to be buried to the hilt inside of her.

"Get in the tub." She spoke softly, and when he turned to look at her, she added, "I'm not finished with you. His erection twitched with excitement. Her raspy voice was doing strange things to his loins. His skin was on fire when he stepped into the tepid water that had been left since the night before. The water only helped cool him for a few seconds. When he helped her step into the tub, her firm breasts bouncing, he was reminded of what those breasts had done to him earlier. His skin boiled the water. She let him kissed deeply, as his arms wrapped around her waist while his erection pressed firmly against her belly.

He felt her exhaustion, and was confused why she refused to give up control. But, after a week of getting nothing, he wasn't going to argue with his wife. She made him sit back as she grabbed a hair pin from the shelf behind him. She pinned her hair up tightly to ensure that her neck was bare. "What are you planning?" He asked as he licked his dry lips. He didn't move his eyes from her pert nipples.

"I'm going to introduce you to your new favorite position." Her husky voice slithered like a snake into his ears, enslaving every nerve ending in his body.

"Better than the proper way?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. She gave him a sly smile, though her eyes betrayed her. There was a hint of fear and pain in their depths. What the hell was wrong with her?

She dropped to her knees next to him and licked his lips. He captured her tongue and gave it a gentle suck. She crawled away from him, moving toward his legs. She pushed them down in front of him, before straddling him. Her beautiful gentle line of her back was exposed to him. He loved her back. It was the real reason he preferred doggy style. Her soft fingers caressed him underneath the water. His eyes flashed red with understanding. He really loved his bitch, especially when she was in heat. He sniffed the air again. It was thick with the spicy scent of their arousal and her heat. This was heaven. With one swift movement, she took him to the hilt. Inu Yasha groaned with pleasure. Correction, this was heaven. She moved forward to support herself on his legs. Her movements were slow and insecure at first, but she soon found her rhythm. The angle made it easier for her to ride him, allowing him to rub against her, and he got to watch. He remembered her words as he looked on.

He saw the sway of her back as she rode him, the seductive movements of her hips, and the not so gentle ripples in the water. He stretched his claws to caress her back. She arched and shivered at his touch. He was lost. The thrusts buried him in her warmness, just to have it ripped away and replaced with the coolness of the water. It was driving him insane. The smell of her sweat was increasing as she worked to move faster. He ran his claws along her back, enjoying the red welts that formed. Marking her was only half the fun. He could feel her walls tremble when he touched her. As he realized that only he could do that to her, his erection twitched with pride. He was more than ready to cum. His deep growls vibrated through her body, sending shock waves through the water to her most intimate of places.

She moved as fast she could, panting for breath. As an added bonus, she squeezed her walls around him. He buried his claws in her hips as he came with a roar. The mixture of pain and the sudden burst of warmness from his seed pushed her over. She fell forward, exhausted, gasping for air. Her walls trembled as they sucked him dry. It felt so good to be buried inside of her that way that his erection refused to become flaccid.

He pushed her up as he stood behind her, never disturbing their union. She was now on her hands and knees. He leaned over her body and asked, "Are you strong enough?" She nodded.

"That's my bitch." His voice was raspy whispered as he began to pump into her. Her body was half submerged in the water as she struggled to withstand his thrusts. She usually fell on her elbows, the water to high for that. She struggled to stay in position as he moved behind her with inhuman speed. The hot friction of their bodies was rebuilding their orgasms. Neither was going to last long. Inu Yasha could feel her weakening below him. He reached below him to her jewel and began to pinch hit hard. Her screams were music to his ears as his thrusts became harder and more dominant. "Say it, bitch!" He commanded, letting her feel his claws over her clit. She shuddered below him.

"No." He scraped his fangs over his mark. Her arms collapsed below her, but he kept her in place.

"Don't make me punish you. Say it." His thrusts were violent and demanding. Her tightness increased their friction.

"Why?" She was so close, if only he would let her. Why was she being difficult? He could feel the tightness in his loins grow. He was almost there. He was only missing one thing.

"I can't cum until you do." He admitted. He hated his momentary weakness. She closed her eyes tight and squeezed her walls. Her roared but didn't cum.

"I-I'm yours and only-only yours." He couldn't wait until she finished, and frankly, he didn't believe she could. Sinking his fangs in her mark, they came together.

He sat them back lapping her blood. "Don't ever defy me again!" He growled.

"But you like it." She protested. Her eyes closed from exhaustion, her mind heavy from doubts.

"Good bitches don't defy their men."

"Good men respect their bitches." She countered finishing the first rule of mated couples.

"Keh. Don't be stupid."

"Where were you last night?" He growled lightly, not ready to disclose that information to her.

"It's personal."

"I see." Her voice cracked as she fought back the tears. She tried to stand, only to find her knees too weak.

"Stupid bitch," Inu Yasha grumbled as he caught her. "You know I'll always take care of you."

"The second rule of mated couples: 'always protect your mate.'" She replied sarcastically.

"Keh." He took her in his arms and carried her into bed. He slipped her under the covers before spooning her. He could smell the salt of her silent tears. He sighed licking away her tears. "What now?"

She shook her head, refusing to answer. "Kagome." She looked up in surprise. He hardly called her by her name. His eyes were filled with concerned.

"I'm sorry…my doctor switched my birth control again. It's supposed to make me less emotional, but it's not working." She lied. He could smell it on her, but didn't pursue the subject.

"You should get off the stuff all together. My nose is better than any pill or rubber." He replied taking the time nuzzle her neck.

"Inu Yasha…I'll lie for you…I'll do what ever I have to protect you, but you need to let me go."

"Never!" He growled, nibbling on her ear. She sighed, exhaustedly. She shut her eyes tightly. It didn't take long for her to fall into a restless sleep. He soon followed, his naked body pressed against hers. He smiled. Her scent was forever tainted with his.