The Den by Janna

The Den

Kagome sat across from him, just staring. All the fears of her younger life returned. He could make her cower by just looking at her. She was awed by this man sitting across from her, able to make a room shudder in his very presence. It scared her how he never tried, it was just the way he was. Indifferent. That was how one would come to explain him. Cold, uncaring, stoic, and unemotional. Oh, but how they were wrong.

She relived in her mind how she first met him. She was dating Inuyasha then. She was just another simple-minded school-girl, who fawned over his feminime beauty. She was young and never introduced to the world of matured males. She had to admit, then and even now, Inuyasha couldn't compare with him. He never spared her a glance, only when she was the second person to defy him and argue against him. That was when she feared him. She insulted him, and he swore to make her fear him. And she did. And at the same time, fantasized about it.

He showed her, that the silly fantasy world that was created by her childish imagination, did not exist. He showed her the real meaning of fear. Even now, she stands up to him, to point out what he did wrong and try and tell him better. He just files it as mindless chatter.

He towered over her small form and only ensued control over her petite model. Giving her something to think about at night, wishing he never tried to take her. She could and would never deny him, yet she was scared. He was too intimidating. She would often wish that she was born of the opposite sex. To be a male, yes, it was so much easier. They didn't have to worry about these emotional moods, and the worries of not being good enough. Sex was better on the male stature, never good on the females scale.

She felt good around him, but was still kept on her toes because of his demeaning manor. Always jealous of her, the friends she had always tried to get her to hook them up with him. She never did, she couldn't lie to them. Telling them he had an interest in them. They hated her after that. Only a few stayed. Sango, Keiko, and Yuki. They had boyfriends that they loved, and once out of high school, married.

She didn't know why, but the female population was more comfortable around men who characterized a more feminime grace. They feel as if they can share their stories of lost love and romance. But usually let the man in the relationship take the upper hand and get what he want ot leave them high and dry.

He wasn't like that. He didn't use his features to get what he wanted, he intimidated for it, which was easy for him. He was realistic, impassive, frightening. You could be in the best of moods, warm and happy, but when his cold, vicious gaze was turned upon you, you feel the chill of ice in your bones, seeping to your inner core to freeze you on the spot.

No, he couldn't be called a normal man, if any sense makes in the word.

His visage carries throughout a room, sending shivers of forebodence along the spines of the people occupying any space he is in. Should you cross him, expect the worse. For he is a man without remorse, or regret. He can just as easily blink as to make people ingore his enemies.

So steady and soft in grace and elegance, his long soft white hair, inherited by his father, and long lean but muscular limbs. His unmarked face, creamy in color and expressionless with no meanig what so ever. No smile to ever grace it in the publics eyes. Nobody to see the softer side that only few in the world do see. A face with undeniable beauty, had no means to extract an emotion crossed with the deadly intent of a life in hell. Which he led, most undoubtably(?) in his world of lies, scandals, and rumors.

He was beautiful. The epitome of the male gender. He could most likely top of any and all male models without even working on it. He crossed all laws of any creature made with his existence in this world.

She was average. She knew this. She still imagined herself with him. He always stood over her, like a big brother she never had. Inuyasha was always jealous. She was pretty and cute, in a girlish way, her long black hair was ordianry. The most attractive thing she had were her blue-gray eyes she inherited from her father. They did not compare to the golden-eyed beauty that sat across from her. Seperated by a flimsy coffee table and a vase of delicate white roses.

White.

That was it. It simplified him.

That was the only color that could explain him. Simple, yet deadly in the same way. Nobody could ever figure him out. Not even herself. She had known him for countless years and still couldn't pick him apart, but he could make her mad, sad, quiet, or loud at the drop of a dime. He could bend her to his will by a few simple words.

She watched him stare off into who knows where and sit there. Hence their lack of conversation. She had to find out why he called her here, was it to talk or sit in incomfortable silence? Trying t figure all of the random facts out had proved hard, even for her overworked mind. She had to find out why she was here, to do so, she had to talk to him, and as usual, weedle her answers out of him.

First, she remembered the reason why she was in his new house to begin with.

Ah! Right, the little inhumanly energetic chatterbox, Rin. The daughter of his ex-wifes previous marriage, before she had met him.

He married, because in his mind's eye and the business', it was time to obtain a wife for public appearences. Not the most romantic idea ever to be thought up, but remembering who was in front of her, he wasn't the most romantic person either. Shujika, his ex-wife, had two children, prior to his marriage to her, Shippou and Rin. She had gained everything after he died and moved on to him, the man that was still sitting in front of her, gazing into space.

Rin was a small insecure child who loved piano and flowers. Shippou was a bright boy who showed promise of taking after his step-father in President of Western Lands, Inc.

The couple wasn't the best in the publics eye, but he was in need of an heir. Someone to carry the family name an take care of the business. If it wasn't for three problems that came from the depths of life worries.

One, he wanted to take care of the children and give them the happiness he never had. The boy, Shippou, showed a true yearning to be with his step-father he so openly adored. He showed interest in anything that he was taught. A relationship was paved between the two for the deprevation of male bonding and the other in need of a legacy. The little girl, Rin, just needed and deserved love. Upon settling your sight on the little girl, even the coldest killers on earth couldn't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Even the snow on a cold winter's day melted for her little feet to pass through it. The Ice Prince of the world couldn't turn that down.

Though the second problem deemed far more perilous and dire. His second wed misjudged her husbands arrival home that day and was found dishing out her anger on his children physically. When taking the case to court, she was found guilty of Child Abuse, Illegal Use of Narcotics, and Verbal Family Abuse. The narcoctics case helped him seize custody of the children. Rin would most likely be given to him at the end of the week, granting the judge ruled in his favor and not his ex-wifes family. Shippou was already in his custody. The young child would not move from his adored father's side.

One would think themselves to be happy, after getting rid of a nuisance, as she liked to think. But he sat there in a depressionable state. It couldn't be that he loved her could it? No, she knew him far too better than that. He doesn't really LOVE anyone. Just cares. So, what was there to be all, moppy, about?

"Sesshoumaru?" she ventured to bring him out of his dazed state, inquiring of her mute companion.

"You are wishing to know why I have called you here, are you not?" He stated most indifferently.

Nodding her head yes, she looked at him expecting a cold rebuke, causing her to blush slightly.

"I supposed I'm dissapointed in myself. I did not expect things to turn for the worse like they so drastically did."

"Most of the couples I know, don't get married in May, only to divorce on August."

"Your always getting straight to the point, Kagome."

Another loss of conversation had lapsed them back into a deadly silence that seemed to reverbrate off the walls, amking it more uncomfortable than it already was, causing Kagome to slip bakc in her reverie.

She recalled again how she met him. She was dating his brother, Inuyasha, at the time. Sesshoumaru found her utterly repulsive in her choice for companions. He admitted that anyone willingly enough to stay near Inuyasha longer than necessary was an complete idiot, unworthy of his attentions. All she really remembered was how wary she was of him, sadly admitting it now, she still was in a way.

Scared, yes. But in no way was she petrified of him. His first ingnorant comment fueled her deadly anger along with his incompetence and she promptly told him to go to hell and cool it down. That was when here status came up a notch from bacteria to and insect. That was were it all started.

From that point on, nothing made any sense whatsoever. Kagome found herself in the middle of so much anger and hate, her natural abilities wouldn't let her deny anyone her help. In the beggining she was more of an problem than a solution, as Inuyasha had told her on so many dates and occasions. Eventually her pushing and shoving persistence won the battle and gave everyone a solution. She even go the 'demon brothers' to work everything out and now and then they would actually talk without spilling their blood, well most likely Inuyasha's. But only speak to one another every six or seven months. But even so, communication now and then, is better than any at all.

Sesshoumaru's entire view of her changed at that confrontation. Nobody ever tried to help them, or at least him. He seemed to find her company comforable, more so than the bimbo's who tried to get him into bed every day.

He allowed her to speak her mind and express her opinions even if he only replied with a nod of his head at the very least.

Even so, she almost passed out when she opened her door about a month ago, to find a man she hadn't seen in over a year and a high school crush on your doorstep with bags of toys and cloths and two peacefully sleeping children in his arms. She welcomed him in with open arms and allowed him to stay there for awhile. It was a little overwhelming. 'Why Me?' was what she asked herself these days.

He had vanished last year after the unfortunate circumstances of being caught in an intimate position. Mind you, they weren't groping one another, just standing too close, and Inuyasha took it the wrong way. He overreacted and was never the same person afterwards and his possessiveness and overprotectiveness had borke off their relationship and they never got back together after that. She never talked to the brothers after that, hell she didn't think they would tlk to her after the affair that broke them all apart.

Still, he just sat there dazing of into space like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey. Forever ready to face whatever the gods sent him. Sharing his silent way of life with her in his moment of weakness. She supposed she was off her analogy though. Technically he was coming to the end of his battle.

It was so typically 'Sesshoumaru' to remain calm and peaceful in a raging war ging on in his life.

Inside, she knew better than that. His tense posture and ever alert eyes told her he was anyting but unaffected by the last weeks events.

Kagome had to smile at that thought. She was here to listen to him. After the court case she told him she was there for him to talk to and confide in. A shoulder to lie on and listen without interrruptions. Her smile tight smile managed to releive some of the attention inthe room because it brought him of his crytalline state and brought him back to a sense of reality, enough for the silver haired man to end the echoing silence in the white room.

"Well out with it. We cannot not have you unusually mute. That is not the reason I called you here. I would like to discuss a few things." He inquired in his alert behavior.

She smiled a true genuine smile that releived the rest of the tension in the room. She was opted to explain why she smiled and then thought about it and redirected her course as not to stray too far from the initial reasion she was hear. She still couldn't fathom as to why he showed up on her door step after missing for a year. Better yet, how did he findout where she was?

Instead, she turned his carefully worded question on him to his surprise on her thourough thinking, "Why did you ask me here, then?"

He reamined still as a stone a second longer, lining up his options, then realized he couldn't skirt around the subject any longer.

Realisin a sigh he allowed his bldy to relax and sprawl along the white couch beneath him. Kagome's body mimicked his and it felt as though all the pressure resleased on him was pulled from her also.

He stared eye to eye with her and sighed. "I do not relish in the fact I'm saying this. I find it most uncomfortable."

He heart fluttered in his sentence. She didn't remember the last time he tlaked freely with her. She was so pleased, he was being honest. It was one of those rare moments in her life she could smile all day. Then, she faltered. She remembered how much his pride fell when he talked to her last time.

Kagome nodded, giving him her undidvided attention, and looked him directly in the eye, giving him the moment of unjudgement he needed.

His eyes repayed the slient notion she gave him and he buckled. he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, preparing for what he was about to say.

"I trust you."

Again she felt like she would burst with joy. But she didn't, she kept in check remembering how mush his pride hurt when he talked about these things. She knew that laughing or smiling would break him back into his cold shell.

She felt like she was his equal and hoped it was that way. Still she had her doubts he just that he accepted her. She had the hard fact to believe that anyone besides her mother would trust her enough to open up to her, no matter how much she longed for the opposite side of the magnet. Everyone she knew thought she was weak and slow, in one form or another that was her conscious. They just wanted to wrap her up like some priceless peice of art and stow her away from the trials of real life. But not really noticing it until now, Sesshoumaru had never done that to her, and she respected him like her mother in all ranges for his trust in her. Imagine, the indestructable Sesshoumaru, showing faith in a girl 3 years his younger.

Out of all the people in this small little round planet, he had come to her. He confided all his worries in her. Trusted her to help him and see him through. He had placed himself in a compromising position with the female across from him, and looking at it, she had no intentions of proving him wrong.

But was that all he wanted?

He had conquered his forebodings and she could to. Because he gave the most valuable proof to her most sought at question, why she was here?

Hesitantly, she lifted her petite form from her humungous chair and stood up, stepping around the coffee table, swaying her hips seductively, she blanked out her thoughts so she would not hesitate and lose what pride she had at being a woman.

When she reached Sesshoumaru, she wasted no time in putting her hands on each side of his head and straddling his thighs, causing her mini skirt to bunch up more than it already was. As the final result in her position, she completly blocked Sesshoumaru in a body cage of her own. The fact that he remained motionless did not stop her.

He was watching her intently, following her face with his eyes. She knew he was giving her time to make her own future and destiny. It was as if he was giving himself to her at this small moment.

'God I Hope so.'

Fear, stupidity, and doubt began to clud her senses. She knew she had to act before her terror took control and made her stop.

Leanig foward she softly and smoothly brushed her lips across his, lightly caressing his neatly scuplted mouth. He hand move from the side of his head to his hair, to lightly feather through his silver locks like water. She massaged his head while she sweetly kissed him, moving their mouths together by herself.

He fear remained; she couldn't keep her eyes open long enough to judge his reaction, even though already knowing he would reamin stiff throughout her whole episode. He would not judge nor stop her now. He would wait until she finished, then tell her what a fool she was. Sadly, that was what she liked most aobut him; he would, no, could never lie to her. It did not lesson her pain, she would undoubtably feel when he shoved her away from his lap like a annoying cat.

Finally the emotions hiding in all the years became too much. She took his mouth in an agressive yet passionate moment and tightened her body while she ground herself against him. She held onto him fully, trying to get herself to touch as much of him as she could. Quickly, her release built to its emotional.

With a shudder of pleasure and horror filled chills, she slumped against him, giving into an exhuasted depression. She hung her hands loosely behind him off the couch, arms around his neck, and head on his chest.

"Don't tease me," was the only sound made, gruff and broken, sounding like a plea.

Not understanding, confusion began to fill her empty head; a questionable frown marring her feautures.

"I'm not," Kagome replied.

A tremor ran through his body, and she felt the effects of her ministrations. His face, filled with emotions continued to plead with her, of what, she did not know. Seconds passed and Kagome grew restless.

"Why do you not push me away?"

Hid eyes narrowed and thought, a minute later he came to a conclusion, a knowind one.

"You have entered my den, woman, you cannot escape me like that."

Using her self-control, she kept her face calm, or at least tried to.

"Well, that's a tad melodramatic, dont'cha think?"

He growled a distinctively male sound, obviously not happy with her comment. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She giggled uncontrollably, all her little inner demons seep out, leaving her as she shook in mirth in his lap.

Playfully, Sesshoumaru growled once more, graspng her small head in his large and and pulling her vuluptuous body closer to his.

"God Damned woman, I was serious!"

Her look softened, and she turned her lips towards his hand and closed her eyes. She kissed and nuzzled his hand, occasionally taking bits of flesh and nipping at it. Sesshoumaru watched as she continued, knowing he couldn't continue this pace much longer.

Finally, she turned to him, rubbing her cheek in his palm and responded softly.

"I know."

That did him in. As much as he was affected by her tender loving care, he wanted, needed the frenzy in him to be satisfied. He surged foward, his lust and desire controlling and he controlled and cradled her small head.

They were the study of the opposites. Her submissive loving care, and his diominating roughness, coming together to combine into one porcelain balance with burning results.

He continued to hold her head in his hand, tilting it back for optimum access, while his other hand movied directly to her breast. The delicious globe he had often fantasized about cupping, tweaking, kneading, and loving at his heart's content.

Annoyed at the lack of contact of skin on skin, he moved to undo her silk blood red blouse, ripping it open enough so that he slipped his hand under her bra. His left hand left the controlling spot of her head, to travel down her back, gripping her bottom to pull her closer, fitting her to his erection. Grinding her body into himself, he moaned into her mouth as he ravaged her rosy red lips.

Kagome lightly ran her hand down, from his shoulder to his chest, toying with the little plastic buttons, encasing the prize she had always wanted. She too, found the excessive need and hurriedly removed the tiny locks from their closure. Finding his body to be as lean and perfect as she had always imagined.

Her other hand went back to his shoulder, balancing her out, while the other moved dangerously lower, tickling about the pants line, pulling minor shivers from his abdominal muscles, out of his sensitive body. He bucked harshly, losing contact with her luscious mouth. He looked darkly into her blue-gray eyes, causing a tremble of tension to travel down her spine in waves.

In a quick flash of the eyes, Sesshoumaru wrapped one arm around her waist, using the other to steady himself, lifted them both off the couch and onto level ground. Kgome nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck as he quickly walked to his chambers.

Closing the door he turned about and fraudulently leveled her upon the wall. Heartily he lowered her legs and pulled her panties off in a slapdash fluidness. Moving back a step he drew his eyes over her disheveled form. Lingering on her skirt, a crinkled mess at her hips. Her chest rose frantically taking in air as if she had never breathed before. Her breasts exposed beneath her upturned bra.

A sinister smirk curved his lips, and Kagome had the distinct feeling that he wasn't thinking entirely safe thoughts. But all her self-preservation instincts seemed to be on vacation as he removed his shirt and stalked forward. Placing his hands beside her head on the wall, he kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss that left no doubt as to whom he owned.

Kagome leaned into her lover, pressing her palms into the mass of his chest and abdomen. Sesshoumaru, not one to be outdone, trailed a hand down her sides to her thighs. His hand cradled her ass again before inching to her core. His fingers plunged within her curls, drawing a cry of wanton ardor from her pretty lips. His volition commanded her body and he reveled in her loss of continence through his persuasion. He drove her to her pique, only to maneuver his hand away from her at last moment to slip the leather of his belt through it's metal casing, and unzipping his fly.

He pressed himself about her supine body, eager to be surrounded by her. In an overwhelming move, he enshrouded his length.

Not wasting a moment, he set a pace within her that jolted her body against the wall at a heady stride.

He braced himself against the wall with one hand, legs slightly spread. His other hand returned to her hedonistic backside. His carnal libido knew only one thing, sought only one end, zesty fulfillment.

Her hands gripped his shoulders and her head bowed to his chest. She conceded to his supremacy, her servile manner awakening him more. He found her assenting behavior to be the most intoxicating aphrodisiac he ever encountered.

As he lowered his nose to her hair, taking in her luscious sent, his austere persona cracked. She was pulling him into her, drowning him in her elixir. Taking just as much as she is giving. He felt a sudden trill of fear at her newfound control, and she didn't even realize she was doing it. What a strange turnabout, he had sought to dominate her and in return for his position, she had surmounted him as well.

Sesshoumaru had a split second of thought as to the ramifications of such. He concluded that he had no reason to worry. He trusted her, he said so himself. He could afford to lose a little primacy.

From there he lost all thought. He climaxed almost painfully, pressing her further into the wall, panting heavily.

As he calmed, he pulled back to view the woman before him. He had not recalled, so lost in his own pleasure, that she too, had reached her pinnacle. Her body, so wanton before, lay empty along his, relying on him as a base to hold them both aloft.

Lifting her into his arms he deposited her onto his bed and helped her remove the remainder of her clothing. After stripping himself, he crawled into bed with her, spooning his favorite attribute of hers into his groin.

He didn't know what would become of this, and he didn't know what it was he wanted exactly. But he wasn't too worried, despite his almost obsessive need for there never to be loose ends. When he was with Kagome that's the way things usually worked out. Nothing ever seemed to be completed with the woman, every situation was an open-ended adventure. He supposes that's what he likes about her; she keeps him on his toes.

That whole year without her was utterly drab. He even went so far as to get involve in a volatile relationship when all reason and common sense told him that he would pay for it. He supposed that, had he at least kept in contact with Kagome, he never would have pursued a relationship with his ex-wife. He saw a chaotic potential within her similar to Kagome's.

'At least Kagome isn't as unstable as the pill hopping bitch.'

Before falling into sleep, Sesshoumaru resigned himself to the fact that he needed Kagome in his life, if only to keep him from screwing up like he had done before. Finding the thought not as unpleasant as he believed it would be, the newly made lovers drifted off into a blissful sleep.