Shameful Obsession by Oroyukae

Night Shift

Author's Note; Just something I wrote to stave off boredom and to keep my writing from going to pot. SMUAT ALERT!!! DOn't expect intricate plots here, just a simple one to keep the story flowing and to keep it from sounding utterly pointless and lame. I hope you enjoy it. Ciao!

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He knew he should not do it, for it went against everything that he had ever believed in; she was technically his brother's woman, but the tiny little thing had managed to get under his skin and refused to vacate. She was always there, lurking in the shadows of his appallingly perverted mind, popping out at some of the most inopportune times, and wreaking such intolerable havoc upon his person in the most evil of ways. Just how it had come to be he was uncertain, for he had never really found the scrawny human to be any shade of desirable...Wasn't there some human saying about not wanting something until one saw another being playing with it? If ever there was a time when such could ever be true...it was now. Kagome was her name, Kagome Higurashi; although, to him she had come to be known by many other names. Names like vixen, minx, and temptress frequented the top of that list, and it seemed to grow longer with every day that passed. Well; that was not necessarily true, for he only encountered the insufferably seductive female at night when he went to work.

Why, oh why, had he not offered any sort of protest to the girl moving into the very expensive apartment complex that he just so happened to be employed by as Night Security? Yes, that was right; Sesshoumaru Taisho, son and heir to the Lord of the West, worked a blue collar job for a living...sort of anyway. Father had insisted that, before he allowed his heir to assume his station, said heir had to work for a living in order to know just what went into being an effective Lord. Just what the fuck he had meant by that, Sesshoumaru had no damned idea. Three years he had to hold a menial job before he could have what was so rightfully his, and this was but his second year; however, it had been his sire who had chosen his profession personally, for he had felt that his son had been lacking in certain specific areas and wanted him to fine tune those areas apparently. One would have thought that with the connections the old dog had, he could have managed to arrange a more...fitting position for one of Sesshoumaru's breeding; that had not happened, obviously, and now he had to watch over those who could not watch over themselves...or something along those lines anyway. In any case, besides being the most boring damned job he had ever had the displeasure of performing; now he was forced to endure his half brother's woman as well.

Always did she entice him whenever she arrived, stopping to smile at him and ask him how his night was going...the damned tease. Did she not realize just how dangerous the flashing of those impossibly white teeth of hers could be? As if that were not enough, the tiny thing would lean her trim lithe form against the doorframe as she attempted to make idle conversation, while his blood heated at an alarmingly steady rate. Sometimes, the urge to tell the girl to just go the hell away and leave him be was so very strong; however, he could not do that, for it would upset her and cause her to inform both his supervisor and his father as to his behavior. In essence...he had to play nice. If not for that...well, he honestly did not really know if he would tell her off or not, due to his increasing obsession with his half-brother's play toy.

Now, in the past, he would not have even considered thinking of taking the oh-so-delicious temptation named Kagome to bed due to a long time aversion for humans. The demon had always looked down upon inter-species relationships, deeming them as going against the natural order of things; it was but one of the numerous reasons that he thought so little of his younger half-sibling, Inuyasha. Yes, the boy was lazy, ignorant, uncultured, and ill-mannered but the main contributing factor was his half-demon status. It was safe to say that he never believed that he would become so much like his father and fall for a human woman; which was something that the young male had vowed he would never, ever do. Somehow, she had managed to change his views on that; with her crystal blue eyes and her full, pouty luscious mouth, Kagome had successfully infiltrated his thoughts to the point of near madness. Gods, the lewd and lascivious things that ran through his mind damn near constantly should come with both a warning label and a quadruple x rating. In any case, Sesshoumaru was unable to do a damned thing to try to rid himself of his affliction except continue to chastise, scold, and berate himself for his reprehensible behavior; his hands were tied, it would seem.

Father had told him that, should he hear one complaint about his job performance, he would be required to take classes on how to interact with others in a productive and civilized manner, as well as have three years added to his sentence in hell. That was not something that he could tolerate, not at all; which was the very reason he had to sit there in his chair, behind his desk, staring at her and pretending to enjoy her company. If not for the extremely explicit images that ran through his mind, he might have been able to find something pleasant in something that she had to say to him; as it was though, it was sheer damned torture in its cruelest of forms. On and on she prattled while he fought to abstain from reaching his hand under his desk to relieve some of the pressure those cursed images caused him to suffer. No...That relief would come much later when she was preparing to shower...

Oh, the levels he had managed to sink to because of her; his very impeccable reputation would be ever tarnished were anyone to discover the special little 'addition' to the system that he, himself, had installed one night while she was out with his sibling. Since it had become perfectly clear that the half-breed and the girl had become serious in their relationship, and were in no way about to call it quits anytime soon, he had found himself on the verge of a complete feral breakdown the likes of which no one had ever seen...nor would they ever want to either. Just what it was about her that got him so worked up, he could not say, but it had been enough to get him to install a state of the art surveillance camera...okay, so it was two to be honest, in her apartment for him to watch the petite vixen whenever he wanted to. At first it had been only once or twice every couple of weeks or so...now though; now he watched her every damned night, stroking himself as he did it too. Yes; it was safe to say that Sesshoumaru Takeda had become a first class low-life.

He could not help it though; he was a sick, sick demon badly in need of a cure, but there was none available for what ailed him. Kagome belonged to the half-breed and, despite just how much he would love to take the girl from the sniveling, whining, spoiled damned brat, he couldn't. To do so to ones own blood, even if it was only half, was utterly disgraceful and considered to be unforgivable to his kind. If not for that...oh yeah; the girl would become his special play toy, no question about it. So, it had been for that reason that he had to resort to secretly watching the female while she cleansed herself thoroughly, and then retired for the night. Sometimes though...he would get a very special treat; one that he was certain that no one, not even his hated half sibling, ever got from the girl.

He wondered if the hanyou knew that his woman liked to play with herself as she lay naked in her bed at night. Was Inuyasha aware that, in the deepest darkest hours his little toy often found it necessary to slide her tiny, delicate hand downward upon her person, her fingers teasing and stroking herself into a heated desperate frenzy that had her calling out into the darkness? How curious it made the horny demon as to the reason why the girl never once, in all the times that he had watched such a show, had Kagome called out her lover's name. Could it be that she thought of another as she did it; was it at all possible? Sesshoumaru could not deny that it did make things a smidgeon easier on him, her failure to utter the hanyou's name; sometimes, he even dared to imagine that the girl thought of him during such, and it aroused him even more.

Her one woman show was never anything short of spectacular; it would always have him unzipping his trousers and hauling out his massive and painful erection without pause, being as bold as to whisper demands that she say his name even just once, his mind providing him with that which he longed for. Yes; he knew he should not watch her do such things, for they were private; he just could not bring himself to remove his hand from his turgid flesh and switch the damned camera though...he simply had to watch. How could he not with such a deliciously wicked show going on right before his very eyes? No red blooded male, of any damned species, could resist that. Oh what he would not give for the opportunity to drive his throbbing and needy cock deep into that tight, hot hole of hers until she screamed...She would do it too, he just knew that she would. Being the hanyou's sibling, Sesshoumaru could honestly say that he had a definite advantage over Inuyasha...without a doubt. With his impressively sized phallus, he could make the girl experience things that she had never experienced before in her life.

Just imagining what sort of performance his tasty, nighttime treat would have in store for him this evening once she returned had his demon heart increasing its pace considerably. He reached across his desk for his bottle of water, grateful for its cooling effect upon his oddly parched throat. Damn, that female could easily get him worked up, and she did not even have to be within proximity to him to do it either. That was the strange thing about it; just merely thinking of her affected him aversely. If he did not know better, he would swear that he had been bespelled in some way; that of course was simply preposterous though, for he was too powerful a being and, therefore, impervious to such things. No, there was something else at work where the girl was concerned...he just did not know what that something was.

In any case, Sesshoumaru knew that he should be preparing for Kagome to return before long; she rarely stayed out very late during the week, due to her employment. One could almost set their watch by tiny raven haired seductress; when the clock struck eleven, she would walk in the front door. Knowing it to be futile, but having it be his longtime routine,  the demon began the pep talk that he always gave himself on the nights that he worked and Kagome was out. He told himself that she was a taken female; that she belonged to his blood kin and was, therefore, off limits to him. Sesshoumaru then reminded himself that he was not just a demon, but a Daiyoukai, and the heir to the West; he was expected to be better than an ordinary demon male and resist the temptation of Kagome's young, tight flesh. One glance at the monitor's time index and the young male swallowed hard...the countdown had begun.

 Five...four...three...two...one...

Right on time, the girl swiped her card for the system to allow her entry into the building; which made Sesshoumaru cringe on the inside, for his previously sleeping member twitched once inside its cloth prison as if to remind him what would happen later. Just as Kagome always did every night, she hummed happily while she strolled the corridor, passing the elevator that would have taken her right up to her apartment, should she have bothered to stop and use the cursed thing. Mentally, he prepared himself for it; he waited for her cheerful voice to sound in the doorway, and he dared to pray that just once she would forego trying to be cordial to him simply because he was her boyfriend's relation. No such luck.

"Good evening Sesshoumaru,” she replied in that hard-on inducing voice he knew so well. Instantly, he found himself hoping that it would be a quick greeting so that the girl could take her tantalizing ass up to her apartment to offer him some entertainment. Much mental chastising ensued from that thought. Kagome continued with her cruel torment, her tiny tongue sweeping those full pouty lips, "How is your evening going?'

"It is going well; how was your evening?" he inquired, recalling what he had learned about humans and their need for formal pleasantries. Honestly, he really did not care just how her night had gone; it held no interest for him whatsoever. She, on the other hand...

Rummaging around in her handbag, the girl shrugged her shoulders while she responded to his inquiry in an obviously distracted manner, "So-so...I got tired and decided to call it a night. My friend Sango was celebrating her birthday and we were supposed to 'paint the town red', but... I just wasn't in the mood for it." Kagome stopped talking then, leaning against the door frame and lowering her eyes to her spike-heeled shoes. "Anything interesting happen around here?"

The Daiyoukai found it increasingly difficult to continue looking into those endless oceans that she called eyes and, so, he returned his gaze to the security monitors before him. His chair moved closer to the desk in an effort to hide the effect those eyes had upon him; it would not do for the tiny female to become aware that his demanding cock he decided it wanted to offer her a greeting of its own. He would never be able to live down the humiliation if that were to happen. "Nothing worth mentioning."

Doing his best to appear as though he was looking for something on his desk, Sesshoumaru tried to sound casual when he inquired as to the whereabouts of his loathsome half sibling, wondering why Inuyasha had not escorted his female inside the building and to her door. The lazy bastard most likely just did not want to get out of the car. "Did Inuyasha bring you home tonight?"

With a sigh that had his cock twitching inside his pants for what seemed to be the countless time since she had returned to the immediate vicinity, Kagome continued to tease him with that voice, her lips enticing him with every word that they formed. Damn them...damn her. "Nope. He wasn't invited to the celebration, Sango doesn't care for him and the feeling is mutual; he hates her with a passion. I really don't know just where he is tonight; he usually calls me but, so far, not so much as a text. So...what is it that you do all night long, exactly? This place is so secure without even having a guard; one would think you would go insane with having nothing to do for eight hours straight."

Sesshoumaru bristled with implied offense, brought on as a direct result of Kagome implying that his job was unnecessary, "I provide a valuable service to the residents of this complex, and I do not appreciate your insinuation that my position here is unnecessary."

"Oh, no; I didn't mean that, Sesshoumaru. I just...wondered what you did to fill your time was all. I for one feel quite safe just knowing that you are on duty...ready to protect and to serve at a moment's notice. Well, I think I will head on up to my apartment now; good night, Sesshoumaru." Despite her farewell, the girl lingered in the doorway as if she were waiting for something; just what that something was though, she seemed quite unwilling to say.

"Good night," he muttered, turning his eyes to the image of the entrance as his way of dismissing her. In all honesty, he simply wanted the girl to go up to her apartment and give him something more...interesting to watch on that cursed damned screen.

He breathed a great sigh of relief the second she entered the elevator, knowing that he would not have to endure her physical presence again until the next evening. The young man settled back into his chair, allowing his long legs to stretch out a bit, as he prepared for the show to start. Yes, he knew that it was an invasion of her privacy, but he could not help it.

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"Security." he muttered lazily, stroking himself through his far too tight trousers, while visions of her wet, naked form played once more before his eyes. What a true vision she had been but mere minutes ago, slowly toweling that petite, voluptuous body of hers in teasing, unrushed and unhurried manner. He had been but mere seconds away from releasing and tending the raging monster inside his navy blue pressed slacks when she decided to interrupt him. Oh how he wished he could reprimand the naughty, ill-mannered seductress...

The girl sounded rather upset when she spoke, something that made his hand cease all actions, much to his awakened member's dismay. There was a fair amount of marked urgency in her tone, mixed with an undeniable amount of fear as well, "Sesshoumaru? I-I heard a noise on my terrace...I think someone is out there..."

The man adjusted himself in his seat then, irritated that he would have to forego easing the excruciating pain in his lower quadrant, and then changed the camera view to that of the outer perimeter of the complex; however, the damned thing did not provide a clear image of the area in question when he typed in the exact location he needed. "Nothing appears to be amiss; are you certain that you heard something?"

"Y-yes..." the girl gasped sharply and it managed to catch his attention, "I...I need you to come up here and check it out. Please?" The pleading tone of her siren song voice impressed the seriousness of the matter upon him, letting Sesshoumaru know that it was neither a joke, nor a mistake.

The very second that she had told him that she needed him, he rose to his feet; his eyes slatted as he brought his hand up to the tiny device in his ear. His feet started to move in the direction of the door while he continued to speak to the young woman, "Stay on the line; I am on my way there. Have you looked outside?"

"No; I'm too frightened to." Kagome replied in a hushed whispered tone, almost as if she were afraid that she would be overheard. Somehow, he could just picture the tiny woman standing in her apartment with her back pressed to the wall, a terrified expression darkening her face. That did not set well with him at all; it had Sesshoumaru quite upset to tell the truth, for he did not like anything causing the girl undue distress.

The young demon knew that as long as he kept her talking, Kagome was unlikely to panic; it would not be productive for him to arrive at her apartment to try to investigate the problem and deal with a hysterical female at the same time. He tried his best to keep his voice as even as possible, but found it to be a very difficult task to accomplish. The truth of the matter was that the implied threat had to be real in order for the girl to bother him like this; she was not the type of female to get so concerned if she wasn't certain there was a definite problem. "Is it possible that it could be Inuyasha?"

"No; he would come to the door...Oh god; I just heard it again! Please, hurry Sesshoumaru!" Kagome whispered urgently; which caused the demon to experience a bit of fear himself, not knowing what to expect once he reached her.

Sesshoumaru quickened his steps, bounding up the stairs two and three at a time; he had been unwilling to waste time with waiting for the elevator when he knew he could arrive at her door before that infernal thing could even make it to the lobby. "Stay calm. Did anyone follow you home that you know of?"

Somehow, he just knew those inky, obsidian tresses of hers were swishing across her shoulders and back as she responded to his question, " I don't think so...N-No; there was this one jerk at the club that would not take no for an answer, but I don't think he would be stupid enough to try to follow me."

The man stepped out of the stairwell, his eyes instantly training upon her door while his ears perked to pick up any noises that did not belong. "Open your door; I am standing on the other side." While it was true that he had a key to her apartment, just as he had a key for all residences in the building, he wanted her to be the one to open it as sort of proof that she was in fact okay. The mental images of the fiery little miko huddled in terror against the wall just did not set right with him. Oh; whoever it was out there would most assuredly regret their ignorant decision to terrorize the girl. As soon as the door did open, Sesshoumaru heard a noise from the terrace and he immediately went to investigate while Kagome backed herself to the wall once more. The sight of Kagome in such a pitiful state, her eyes swollen and red with the effects of her frightened tears fueled Sesshoumaru's anger toward the dishonorable bastard responsible for her distress to levels that he had never known before.

Fierce rage swept through his large person upon discovering that there had, in fact, been an unwanted being out on Kagome's terrace, watching her through the thin draperies that hung there. Although the vile pervert, like the coward that they were, had fled the  instant whoever it was realized that their very life hung in the balance should they remain out there, Sesshoumaru was still able to detect a minute trace of their energy that had not yet dissipated. It had been a most wise decision for the cur to make, considering that their only other option was to face the brutal fury of the pissed off Inu Daiyoukai for daring to peep at what did not belong to them, and upsetting the girl in the process.

Despite the being's absence, Sesshoumaru could still smell the scent of the loathsome wretch and committed the scent to memory in the event that he should encounter the doomed soul at a later date. Feeling rather cheated, for he had expected some sort of physical confrontation that would serve as an outlet for his pent-up frustrations, Sesshoumaru deemed it both appropriate and necessary to send out a warning growl that was sure to chill the very blood of all that heard it. That growl was accompanied by a vicious flare of his aura, ensuring that others who did not belong there stayed away from that apartment building.

After his keen Inu eyes scanned the area, Sesshoumaru turned toward the terrace doors, mentally preparing himself to go back in there with the distraught miko. It was not exactly his area of expertise, consoling an emotional female; however, he felt it was his duty to make certain that the girl would be okay once he left. It was almost a given that she would contact the half-breed and relay the night's occurrence to the whelp; which meant that Inuyasha would be putting in an appearance before long... that was not a particularly pleasing thought for the Inu to have. If, for some reason, the hanyou was unable to come to the girl's side, one of her other friends was certain to take his place. That, the Daiyoukai could handle, for none of the others would feel the need to accost Kagome in order to divert her mind from having her privacy violated in such a way. Oh, how he hoped that Inuyasha was unavailable.

Those eyes tracked his movements as he crossed the room, watching him make his way over to her; it was a bit stimulating to the demon, to be watched so closely by her and it became difficult to push the indecent thoughts from his mind. Thoughts that he should not have continually assaulted his conscious mind and tormented him ever so cruelly; it did not matter that this was neither the time nor the place for such deviancy, those cursed images refused to vacate his mind. He recalled how it had felt when the girl said that she needed him...him, Sesshoumaru; not Inuyasha's half-brother, not the night time security personnel that was paid to watch over her and the other residents...him. There had been no feeling like it in the world, of that he was positive. Once the distance between them had lessened considerably, leaving but less than a quarter of a foot from the space where she ended and he began, Sesshoumaru dared a long lingering stare into the eyes that his pornographic dreams were made of, and had to repress a shudder. How easy it was for him to become completely, utterly, and hopelessly lost within those oceans of deep blue.

"You are safe now; they will not return," he stated rather confidently, his chest puffed out a bit more than usual even for him. Oh god, was he actually preening for this female? Truly he had managed to sink to a new, all-time low.

Kagome gazed into his eyes, her own doing their best to relay her deep gratitude to the demon for his prompt response to her distress call. Most males would have accused her of being paranoid; a mere frightened female who cringed at the slightest of noises, but not Sesshoumaru. He had come when she called and had believed her when she said that there was a problem. Tears of relief and gratefulness welled up in her eyes then, causing her breathing to quicken with each passing second; which caused her chest to heave and it took all that he had in him to keep his eyes on her face...yeah, she noticed. It terrified her to think of what might have happened if Sesshoumaru had chosen to dismiss her fears and refused to come to her aid; she could have fallen victim to some pervert's ill intentions in regard to her person...

There was no way for him to prevent the girl from doing what she had done next, for he had become undeniably distracted by those erection inducing orbs of hers and therefore was caught unprepared when she launched herself at him and threw her slender arms around him. Before he knew what had happened, Kagome had the demon in a very tight embrace, her trembling form holding onto his for dear life it would seem and, shamefully, he did not try to make her release him either. In fact, his left hand dared to lift to her back and it actually patted the girl to try to offer her some comfort in her time of need. Sesshoumaru, despite his amazingly enhanced hearing, could make out but one or two words that the tiny miko said due to the way that her face was buried in his chest. Hands that he had envisioned giving him exquisite pleasure on numerous occasions clutched at his shirt, her blunt human nails raking the tormented flesh beneath it and, still, he did not make her move even an inch.

It was assured, he was being tested by the Kamis themselves and, curse it all, he was beginning to fail said test. In his defense, the girl was very upset and he was the only being there to offer her any comfort whatsoever; which only stood to reason why he would allow such a thing to continue....Okay; that sounded pathetic even to him. The cold hard truth was that he liked having her there in his arms and, damn it, there was nothing wrong with that. He was a healthy, red-blooded male for god's sake and it wasn't like he was trying to get somewhere with the girl; it was only a hug, nothing more.

"I-I don't know why I could not sense them; I should have sensed them, Sesshoumaru..." Her words were muffled as her face burrowed into his hard muscled chest. It made his demon heart swell with pride that Kagome would seek comfort and protection from him at such a time and it made Sesshoumaru wonder...if she would react this way to him simply chasing off her unwanted visitor, just what would she have done if there had been a physical confrontation. What would she have done if she had bore witness to him defending her person by beating some derelict into a coma...for her?

"Whoever was out there was using a powerful concealment spell, miko; there was absolutely no way for you to have picked up on their presence. I, myself, did not sense them either; which is indicative of the amount of power that this being possessed. The fact that they fled the instant I entered the apartment only proves that the cur was nothing but a coward and will not be returning to this apartment complex any time soon. Take comfort in that, and do not let it bother you further."  

Her watery azure orbs gazed up at him, shining in the dimness of the room; it was obscene just what those eyes could do to him, even though he enjoyed the sensations immensely. Despite how his mind screamed at him for allowing her to be so very close to his person like she was, Sesshoumaru continued to hold her there. Thankfully, his body had decided not to betray him by revealing the effects of having her in his arms; he would be utterly mortified if that were to happen. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he would admit that holding his half-sibling's female like this did not feel as wrong as it should; in fact, it felt quite the opposite. Everything about the girl excited him beyond reason, and made him experience things he had never felt before in his life; there should be no shame to be had from something so...pleasant. He had noticed long ago that the half-breed did not appreciate the woman, and it had infuriated him; did the boy not know just what it was that he had in the delectable little miko? Obviously not; for if Inuyasha was aware, he would never leave Kagome alone like he did.

"Thank you for your help Sesshoumaru; I am sorry to be so much of a nuisance, you must have better things to do with your time." Her warm breath found the small spanse of flesh that his uniform shirt did not cover, and did rather unspeakable things to his very mind. It became most difficult to think straight after that.

"As a matter of fact, I do not; until this, it had been rather quiet," he replied without thinking, only realizing how it made him sound once the words had already left his mouth. Sesshoumaru tensed then, clearing his throat nervously, and stepped back from her. "I must return to my office to fill out the report; I assume that Inuyasha will be arriving soon to keep you company for the rest of the night?"

"No, Inuyasha had a prior engagement in Kyoto and won't be back until tomorrow evening. Didn't he tell you that?"

"We...do not speak to each other on a regular basis. Which of your friends will you contact in his stead then?" he inquired, wanting the heads up as to which of the insufferable cretins that she and his hated half-breed sibling associated with would be keeping her company through the rest of the night. It really did not matter to him anyway, for he would still watch over her until dawn arrived, enjoying the sight of her near naked form as he did. Nothing would harm the girl on his watch, of that he was certain.

"No one, they're all busy tonight. I am all alone...." she replied wistfully, not bothering to make an attempt to pull her robe closed at all, but rather allowed her oh-so-tempting body to remain on display with only a small towel just barely covering the most intimate parts of her. Sesshoumaru found that to be very...intriguing to say the least.

"Go to sleep: I, myself, will check on you regularly to ensure your continued safety tonight. Since it is my job to make certain that those who dwell here come to no harm...that is what I will do." He had added that last part to provide a plausible reason for his offer to watch out for her, lest he reveal something that he could never allow to be revealed. Had he not reminded her that it was what he was paid to do, she might have begun to wonder just why it was that he would offer to keep close eye on her petite person like he did. It seemed to work, for the little vixen nodded her head in acquiescence to his instructions. God, another reason for him to continue to be so obsessed with her; she did not question his orders, not when it really mattered anyway.

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