Complete Manual of Satisfaction by Soudesuka_Shurikens

Complete Manual of Satisfaction (Re-vamped)

I've made some improvements. I didn't know where I was headed with the first version, hope this one makes sense.

Summary: They say "Money is the sixth sense that makes it possible to enjoy the other five." What would some of do to get some satisfaction in life? And what has it turned us into?  AU.

Chapter One

The Complete Manual of Satisfaction (Re- vamped)

He went by the name Itou Sesshoumaru, successful businessman.

He was currently involved in real estate, a trade in which he'd made most of his money. And at this very moment a situation had arisen, guaranteeing him millions more.

His amber eyes continued to stare at his black dress shoes resting on top of the desk, as he could hear the grandfather clock in the hall signaling that it was already five in the evening. Looking off he remembered the activities which had transpired on this very desk, not so long ago.

One hour, two minutes and forty-five seconds ago he said farewell a very good friend due to circumstances.

Higurashi Kagome. Higurashi Kagome. Higurashi Kagome. He repeated the mantra in his head.

(Flashback)

'This ache never seems to stop when I'm with you, but I couldn't get enough.' They had begun their conversation on their break up innocent enough.

"Don't ignore me." Her voice pleading as she ran her hands across his firm ass.

"I've given you my answer." His voice was stern, as his lips trailed along the sensitive skin at her jaw. Moving up he took her earlobe between his teeth, nipping it gently. She moaned at the small assault on her sensitive appendage.

"Just don't ignore me...ever." Kagome pulled on his hair dragging his lips to hers. A goodbye kiss should be savored to its fullest.

"Nhm, never," Sesshoumaru responded. He couldn't deny that the heat between them was smoldering.

'He'll always be the same' she thought, smiling inwardly. 'When I touch him, he's like putty.'

"Whatever you want." She whispered, pulling away from his lips, as she began taking off his suit jacket. Dropping the material to the floor he slowly backed her up, trapping her body between him and the large window. Kagome couldn't tear her eyes away from the man before her.

Itou Sesshoumaru, millionaire, bff, thus the greatest love she has known.

The atmosphere in the study was thick with anticipation and frustration, so quiet they could hear each other's slightly labored breathing. She began to unbutton his shirt at a teasingly slow pace; testing to see how much longer she could tease him, wind him up.

She wasn't angry at him; she couldn't imagine herself being angry at their situation. How could someone be angry when just being in his presence brought you satisfaction? His very aura reached out and touched you.

So Sesshoumaru's choice to part was reasonable.

She opened his shirt running her fingers across his chest and across his abdominal muscles. 'So tight.' Dropping her hands Kagome turned her back towards him. She knew he would get the hint. Sesshoumaru's hand reached out brushing her onyx hair to one side, resting it on her neck, before his fingers trailed their way down her shoulder to the hidden zipper on the side of her dress. He returned the favor, pulling it down ever so slowly.

'You shouldn't have fallen for me.' They both thought.

Soon enough they both grew impatient. Their cloths were on the floor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, while her hands were tied to his desk. Her hands bounded to the metal bar on the desk draw by the dark Dolce and Gabbana tie he was previously wearing. Pulling out, he turned her to face the hard surface of the desk, with her knees bent on the desk. Trailing his tongue down her spine he licked his way to the base of her spine, eventually making his way to the soft flesh of her ass. Stopping there he bit the left cheek while he used his right hand to smack the other.

"So how much am I getting?" Kagome breathed out, despite the sting on her abused flesh. Opening one of the draws he picked up a red ink pen and proceeded to delicately write on the inside of her thigh.

Moving his way back over her body he wanted fuck her until the desk broke, then on the floor. They clung and moved against each other as if it was the end of the world, as if it were the last time they would ever be able to fuck.

But sadly enough their tryst came to an end. No regrets, no tears, just sex.

After they both dressed, with their conversation over, he left her standing alone, her eyes gazing out the window. The rain had begun to fall outside. It was the start of a downpour.

Hearing the door closed she turned walking over towards the desk they previously occupied, now neatly putted back together. Kagome reached for the single picture frame, which was facing down, on his desk. Picking up the frame her eyes stared at the person in the photograph. Grabbing her purse she threw the frame inside and walked out the same doorway he had left.

He could hear the sound of her heels against the wood of the staircase, the same heels which were digging into his back, as she descended further away from him. He had left the room thinking these were the best types of good-byes. Going into his bedroom he reached for his planner on the night table, flipping through the pages. A small smile played on his lips as he lifted his pen writing.

As soon as she left he returned to his study and closed the door.

...

When Kagome reached the end of the staircase she didn't even take the time to look back, as she putted her sunglasses on. She walked directly to the door, opened it and slammed it shut.

Walking down the steps she eyed the parked car out front. Walking outside the large yard gate she spotted the cab driver standing by the passenger door, smoking a cigarette.  As she walked closer to the cab the driver outted his cigarette and went to open the passenger door for her. After she stepped in he closed it and went around to the driver seat.

"Where to..?" He asked, glancing at her through the rear view mirror. After telling him her destination she stared at her purse, while he put on his seatbelt and started the car. Opening her bag she once again briefly looked at the photo, rolling her eyes, before putting it away once again. Turning her head she looked out the window, looking at his estate which rose above the gate walls, at large tall windows...knowing he would be there looking out.

While she had been in his office staring out those same windows she had been looking down at the hard concrete below wishing she could just push someone else out of it. Lifted her dress slightly she looked at the writing on her thigh smiling to herself.

Once again she looked down at her purse, thinking about the wiping the smile off a certain someone's face in the photo. 'Yura'.

'Trifling Bitch'.

(End Flashback)

So why was Itou Sesshoumaru doing the things he did? For Money of course.

And for how much? Half a billion.

It's a satisfactory number.

...

Yura's form stood rigid in the kitchen, with her gaze focused towards the wooden door. Her expression was dark. She dared not leave the room or even try to interrupt the conversation that had taken place up the staircase, on the second floor. She'll stay in this room and keep as quiet as she needed to keep herself beside the man upstairs.

'He'll always be the same,' she thought. 'You should just give yourself to me .' If he did that then they wouldn't have to always play these games.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder she walked over towards the kitchen counter, continuing what she had previously been doing. Putting on her apron she picked up the cutting knife, sharpening the blade. Dinner would be ready in no time; she hopes Sesshoumaru likes it.

Yura didn't love him, she loved his money. And what would bring her the most satisfaction in the world?

Possessing him.

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End of Chapter One. Please review.