Appetite by mythicamagic

Chapter 1

He'd been out of sorts lately. For a while, actually.

Alright, try a few years.

The irritation had steadily crept up on him, lingering in the back of Sesshoumaru's mind while answering emails at work and attending business meetings. The sensation built keenly and tightened when he drank alcohol with fellow corporate social climbers. It morphed into an almost agonising, longing pang in his gut when at home, alone. This distracting itch had become so bad, so sickly prevalent he could deny himself no longer.

He needed to get laid.

This revelation brought with it many problems. Despite possessing ethereal good looks befitting any demon clad in human glamour, Sesshoumaru hadn't… performed in decades, never mind months.

He cast his mind back while sitting in his apartment, a glass of whiskey loosely gripped in his claws. One sharp nail tapped rhythmically against the rim.

I suppose the last time was in a speakeasy when I lived in America. Hn… more than 70 years ago then.

Had it really been that long?

Sesshoumaru lethargically tipped his head against the back of his leather chair. In all honesty, he'd been busy, and as a private creature, Sesshoumaru did not share himself easily. Demons could find each other even in complex cities due to their sense of smell, so availability wasn't the issue. He could, theoretically, lay with anyone that evening.

But…

Sesshoumaru squinted, disquieted. His toes curled, and he shifted in his seat, long silver hair falling from one shoulder to kiss the floor.

Attraction was a tricky thing for one such as he. He supposed humans would be tempted to label him, in a way that demons never did. He couldn't quite assign himself one like 'demisexual' or 'asexual' for he was never certain. Attraction could happen to strangers- but it was rare. So very rare. Rare enough that when he did experience it, Sesshoumaru pursued it until the relationship inevitably broke down. Either way, he had no interest in dating right now, but casual hookups without attraction made his skin itch and stomach buckle. And so his dilemma looked to be unsolvable.

However, an unlikely solution had been given to him earlier that evening.

"You're picky is the problem."

"I am not 'picky.' There is simply no one I find suitable to mate with at the moment," Sesshoumaru had sneered, sitting in a bar with Kouga of all demons. Fate was certainly cruel, to make the Wolf Prince one of the few surviving lords of old that would now pester him for drinks. The wolf had snorted.

"Yeah, that's exactly your problem! Look around!" he gestured towards the other bar patrons. "Take a good look. There's a killer blonde over there."

Sesshoumaru glanced over his shoulder to where Kouga was indicating but felt nothing despite the woman's beauty.

Kouga sighed, "geeze. Fine, as a last resort, why not use this?" fishing a card out of his pocket, he slid it over the counter to the reserved demon.

Sesshoumaru picked it up and sniffed delicately at the words, sneering. "You must be joking."

"Nope. Ya ever summoned one before?"

"No. I have never been desperate enough to lower myself thusly."

Kouga lifted a shoulder and smirked. "Too bad. Heh, best sex I've ever had came from one of those- ah, but don't tell anyone I said that. Ayame would kill me," he added, panicked. "If I wasn't dating, I'd be tempted to call them up again."

Sesshoumaru now raised the black business card up, blocking out the lamplight with it. The instructions in crisp white lettering were clear. Tempting.

He could just try it once. Nobody needed to know. He'd already tried satisfying himself in the shower earlier, but even that had ended with more frustration than a sense of release. He needed the scent of a woman. The tight heat and softness of her body. Did it matter what species of demon it was?

Sesshoumaru set his glass down, briefly pressing the heel of his palm into one eye. His ancestors would be turning in their graves to see such a proud demon seek out the leeches of the demon world.

Sesshoumaru took claws to his arm and dug in, gathering the flecks of answering blood onto his claws and crouching to draw upon his apartment's smooth floorboards, staining them with red characters. Sesshoumaru then uttered a few words on the business card.

Light immediately poured out from the characters on the floorboards. They glowed ominously, pink mist hissing out from beneath them like volcanic cracks in the earth. Sesshoumaru raised his arm to shield his eyes against the unexpectedly hot air, squinting as static crackled. Goosebumps raised on the exposed skin of his arm.

"Whew, finally! I've been waiting for this for decades."

Warm hands suddenly settled around his arm, something light pressing to his wound. Sesshoumaru started, allowing the stranger to lower it and reveal two glittering blue eyes. The succubus looked up at him innocently, mouth already pressed to his bleeding arm. The soft sensation of her tongue flicked out, and Sesshoumaru froze. Before he could think to kill the stranger for her audacity, she smiled with a flash of perfect white teeth, pulling away. The wound was healed.

Sesshoumaru opened and closed his mouth, taking her in. Inky black hair fell down her shoulders in a thick tumble of curling locks that covered her breasts. Perhaps that was for the best, considering her state of undress. Barely a few scraps of pink cloth slung around her hips and chest kept her modesty intact. She had a kind face, he noted. But those eyes were most arresting of all. Mischievous and vividly alive, bluer than the Caribbean sea.

"Hello Sesshoumaru," she murmured, as if greeting an old friend.

Ordinarily, Sesshoumaru would never allow such overfamiliarity. He didn't like allowing touch without permission, and her attitude should've irritated him.

Instead, he felt his shoulders relaxing. Her youki filled his nostrils and suffocated his lungs. She smelled like the sticky humidity of a warm summer's night out on a porch. Burned spices and citrusy scents mixed in with a crisp kind of comfort he could only think of as home wrapped around him. It smelled attractive, and he wonder if this were her natural scent or if all succubi were designed to lure men in with their favourite scents.

Sesshoumaru shook himself and backed off, breaking free from her touch. The spell she'd cast over him seemed to dim somewhat.

"How do you know my name?" he sneered, exposing his teeth in warning.

The succubus arched a brow. "I should think all demons know your name, considering you used to be the lord of the west," she then shrugged and followed him, easing closer until they were almost touching. "But honestly I've got a personal interest in you already," she purred.

"What nonsense do you speak of?"

She huffed, glancing around his bachelor pad. "This apartment has radiated sexual frustration for years! It's been like a homing beacon for me- and other succubi, I should think."

What?

Sesshoumaru's eyes widened, heat creeping down his neck. "Don't tell me you…knew," he croaked. Did all demons know? Had he been silently screaming for a sexual partner this whole time? "This is- this humiliation will not stand-"

"Oh come on," she soothed, attention sliding back to him with a grin. With the grace of a prowling feline, she eased closer, while Sesshoumaru determinedly kept his distance, standing behind the back of his chair. The woman simply knelt onto his armchair, leather creaking beneath her weight as she arched up toward him, hot breath ghosting over his chin. "Forget about all that stuff. Would you rather quibble over pointless details or focus on why you summoned me?"

He swallowed thickly, glancing away since the angle gave him a good view of her cleavage. "What is your name, succubus?"

"Kagome," she smiled, looking at him from beneath her lashes. "People don't usually ask me that. Have you ever summoned one of us before?"

His silence spoke for itself.

"I see. Well then, you're in good hands. I'll explain some things if it would make you more comfortable? You don't need to fight me off with a chair," Kagome giggled. "You might look delicious to me, but I can control myself- for now. Promise."

"Explanations would be appreciated," Sesshoumaru coughed, relaxing his death grip on the back of the chair. His claws left punctured holes behind in the brown leather.

Kagome turned and flipped herself to land comfortably in the chair, picking up his forgotten whisky glass and examining it. "Well to put your mind at ease: everything that happens while I'm here will be kept confidential. My purpose here is to give you a good night's rest- with the payment being the dreams I'd feast on. You'd get an intense erotic fantasy out of it, and it's been known to help with insomnia," she smirked. Sesshoumaru stiffened when she ducked her head down and wrapped her lips over the rim of the glass- in what he wagered was the exact place he'd drank from. Kagome downed the last of his whisky, letting out a low noise that made his instincts stir.

Blue eyes caught his golden ones- as if she were a shark in the water and he'd just shed blood. "You might not think it'll be physically stimulating but you'll release those pent up energies you've got going on, I guarantee it."

Sesshoumaru stared, feeling as though he were missing something.

"So… we do not actually…" he gestured between them. When Kagome kept her expression quizzical, Sesshoumaru sighed. "We do not have sex?"

Her lips spread wide and teasing. "We get that misunderstanding a lot. Do you not know what a succubus does, my lord?"

Sesshoumaru growled, rounding the side of the chair to sit down on the sofa, maintaining a wary distance. "I was aware that you gain energy from sexual desire and that you invade people's dreams to feed but I… was misinformed."

He was going to strangle Kouga.

Perhaps the wolf had let him get the wrong idea, but then again, Kouga had said it was the best sex he'd ever had. Of course that would be true if it had happened in a dream.

"I'm not a prostitute in the traditional sense," Kagome shrugged, and suddenly she was on him, toned tighs straddling his waist. Her weight settled, their lower halves meeting. Dark hair slid down to tickle his cheek as Kagome leaned over him, giving a good view of her body. That spicy scent washed over him again, and Sesshoumaru inhaled stiffly.

"But I can give you almost any fantasy you want," she said quietly, cupping his cheek and stroking a thumb over his ear. "I can be a lost love- your crush? An old flame…"

Sesshoumaru swallowed, feeling his cock twitch. Attraction wouldn't be a problem here. Nonetheless, he forced his logic to remain above the waters of desire. He grasped her hips and shakily lifted them so that she wouldn't feel his growing hardness.

"You said 'almost any' what exactly is off the table so that I'm aware?"

Kagome sighed and with the flick of her hand, a single glowing page appeared, listing off her hard no's for fantasy intercourse. There was also a written agreement that she wouldn't take advantage or steal from her client while he was held under.

Sesshoumaru took it and carefully read the page over, choking at a few lines, lips twisting with disgust.

"These… won't be a problem with me."

Kagome made the page disappear, immediately lunging for his neck and kissing it heatedly. "I know. Now just sit back and relax, Mr Taisho."

Relaxing was out of the question when she was touching him in such a way. Sesshoumaru froze up and gasped, rumbling lowly in his throat. Fuck. Her scent was wrapping around him like a tight embrace. Their hips met- and she let out a delighted noise upon feeling his cock. Kagome ground her hips slowly, rubbing her thigh against his erection tenting his pants.

"Tell me what you want," Kagome breathed in his pointed ear, her ample breasts pushing against his chest. His skin flushed with goosebumps. "Doesn't have to be out loud. Just picture someone's face in your mind and I'll take on their form and voice while we do this."

Sesshoumaru cast his mind back, but there was no one. He'd never been married before and his exes were better left in the past.

"You do not need to. This… form of yours is pleasing," he said thinly, grasping her by the hips. Fuck. She felt perfect in his hands. He resisted the urge to explore her body, still somewhat frozen.

Kagome pulled away, eyes wide. She shook herself and smiled a little before he could wonder at her reaction. "G-gotcha. Anything in particular you want me to do?"

He shook his head. "No, just do what comes naturally. You do not need to act a certain way."

"You want… me?"

Sesshoumaru blinked. "Is that acceptable?"

She nodded, blushing a little and sitting back. "Yeah of course," she thought for a moment. "We can even try it without my human glamour if you want."

Sesshoumaru watched as black leathery wings sprouted from her back. A thin whip-like tail curled into the air, wagging slightly with a pointed tip. Dark horns curved up from within her hair.

His claws lifted automatically, thumb gliding over the slight ridges in her horns. Kagome shuddered in response, going still. Long lashes slid shut and she leaned into his touch.

"Interesting," he muttered to himself, stroking the horn, before grabbing her tail and stroking that as well absentmindedly to assess the texture. It felt rubbery and sleek to the touch.

"Ah!" Kagome mewled, back arching. A gasp caught in her throat, a healthy blush tainting her cheeks red. Sesshoumaru stared, heat stirring inside him at the reaction. He'd forgotten how pleasing it was to pleasure a woman. He pressed his thumb down harder on her tail, stroking it with a little more force.

Hissing out a breath, Kagome's hips stuttered. She quickly grabbed his hand, panting a little. "W-we should properly get started."

Sesshoumaru found himself smirking. "Hn."

The succubus adjusted her hair, before grasping him by the shoulders and forcing him to lie back. "Hold still for me and try to relax. It'll feel weird but just let yourself go," she murmured, face lingering close to his. "You're stronger than me, so you can force me out of your dreams at any time using your youki."

"I am aware," he snorted, curling a hand through her hair and stroking it with a casual intimacy he would not usually allow himself. There was something about her that made him feel at ease with it. "Thank you," he muttered quietly.

"W-what for? I'm going to get a five-star meal out of this, so you don't need to thank me."

"Indeed, but you have been thorough in your assistance and explanation in order to ensure my comfort. If you were only interested in sating your hunger you'd have taken your fill by now."

Kagome blinked and smiled with such genuine tenderness it made something stir in his chest. She ducked down to kiss the tip of his nose. "It's not like I've been completely innocent, but you're welcome."

He knew they'd just be engaging in a strictly erotic dream type of union, but Sesshoumaru couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that he wouldn't have access to the real her. He understood the importance of business agreements however, and voiced none of his thoughts.

When she leaned down though, just a little- as if she might kiss him- Sesshoumaru couldn't stop himself.

Their lips met, brushing lightly once, before both went back in for a longer, drawn-out kiss. Kagome hummed happily against his mouth. Sesshoumaru felt himself relax back into the sofa. A hand settled over his closed lids, and her youki surrounded him like the vapour of humid mists. Slowly, Sesshoumaru allowed himself to sink down into the waters of heavy sleep.

---

He couldn't explain where he landed. There was no sense of permanent space in the dream. Sesshoumaru felt himself land on a soft, cloud-like bed, and the light overhead was gentle on the eyes, yet before he could look at his surroundings closely- she was there.

Hungry lips pressed against his own, more demanding than before. His brain stuttered, before falling largely silent. He let go of reason and immersed himself in the growing heat awakening in his abdomen. Claws tangled in black feathery hair, kiss her hard and with equal amounts of teeth and tongue. Kagome mewled, pressing herself down atop him.

Sesshoumaru reclaimed the seemingly out of reach sense of confidence with women he'd used to have- and forced his hard thigh between her legs. She gasped and ground down against it, purring and reaching to palm his growing hardness.

It should be impossible for one creature to taste so good, but Kagome's skin felt like an aphrodisiac on his tongue. Sesshoumaru gave the skin of her collarbone between his teeth a long hard suck, tonguing at her throat. Kagome mewled, her hips moving, rutting with small desperate motions. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, catching his eye when he pulled back, breathing laboured. "Let me take care of you first," she crooned, gently pushing him to lie back.

She shouldn't have been able to make him budge, and yet Sesshoumaru found himself sinking, landing squarely on his back. His energy abruptly felt sapped, body sluggish. Youki stirred in agitation, but Kagome was quick to soothe him with a kiss, reaching down to stroke his cock as she straddled his thighs. It was at this point that Sesshoumaru realised they were both naked.

"Don't pout. You can do whatever you want with me once I've indulged a little," she grinned, tail wagging.

Sesshoumaru looked at her with dark eyes as his chest heaved, trying in vain to calm his breathing.

Shit.

When Kagome leaned down, fanning hot breath over the twitching cock in her hand- sharp claws dug into the meat of his palm. All he could do was focus on not immediately cumming when she took him into her mouth. Kagome moaned shamelessly around his cock, hollowing her cheeks as she began sucking contentedly.

Sesshoumaru hissed, toes curling. Striped hips jerked upwards into her mouth. "K-kagome-" he wheezed, arms laying heavy at his sides. He couldn't move his hands, yet he felt no alarm towards it, mere frustration.

The sloppy noises from her wet mouth became louder as his cock slid in and out faster and faster. She continued trying to please him with one hand fondling his balls, circling her tongue around the tip and shaft.

"Mnn~" she happily crooned, tail wagging.

Somehow his hands managed to lift, guiding her up and down on his cock. Sesshoumaru bit down on his lip, panting harshly. The look in her eye told him to keep going- to indulge himself, and so his grip tightened. He abruptly yanked her head down and stuttered his hips against her, fucking her mouth with abandon. Kagome let out a strangled mewl- his cock shoving deep down her throat. Blue eyes squeezed shut when his warm load spilt inside her mouth.

Sesshoumaru panted wildly, eyes widening slightly. He released her head, his high threatening to burst. He hadn't meant to be so abruptly rough. "Kagome-"

Kagome slowly dragged her lips off his cock and swallowed, smiling. She touched clawed fingers to his mouth. "Shhh, I told you it's okay. This is your fantasy," she purred.

"I would rather..." he panted, catching his breath. "We both enjoyed ourselves."

Blue eyes cracked a fraction wider. Kagome giggled, giving his hip a kiss. "You're really cute, you know that? I am enjoying myself. I'll prove it," she grinned, ducking her head down once more.

She was voracious. Hungry and relentless. One time wasn't enough. The dream kept going, and he could not tell if it was due to his own recovery abilities or dream logic but his cock became hard seconds after orgasm every time- the second Kagome stroked it again. Her hand was covered by now, and Kagome grinned like a minx, unconcerned as she lifted her face. Her tongue slowly pulled off his cock last, dragging strings of drool and cum down her chin. Pale cheeks were flushed red, almost the entire lower half of her face being drenched with some kind of fluid or other.

"Good boy," she praised in a voice like melted velvet, nuzzling his limp cock and bidding it to stir once more. She wiped at her face uncaringly, wrapping her tail around his cock to languidly jerk it off. "Have I proven my enjoyment yet? I could do this all day. You taste really good, Sesshoumaru. I feel full already."

Laying completely spent and yet denied the one thing he wanted most, Sesshoumaru felt equal parts satisfied and greatly frustrated.

"Kagome-!" Sesshoumaru growled- or was it more of a pleasing rasp? His fingers curled in her hair, scenting her own arousal. Surfacing from the haze of pleasure, he noticed her knees pressed tight, thighs locked together and squirming.

Closing his eyes, the Daiyoukai focused. Summoning his youki, Sesshoumaru pushed back against her own energy, cutting through the fog. He grabbed her hips, angling her entrance over his cock and nudging it, sliding himself against her slick sex. "Enough," he panted. "Let me give you release now."

Kagome's eyes widened, having not expected him to move. "Sesshoumaru- hgn- ah!"

Sesshoumaru pushed inside her wet, glistening sex, groaning and pressing his face into her chest to muffle the sound of him near unravelling. The pace he set was immediately rough and hurried. At another time, he'd like to take it slow and explore her body, pleasure her deeply- but instinct had taken over. All he wanted was to bed her completely, fill her with his seed and wrap the entirety of himself around her.

Kagome bounced on his lap as he thrust his hips up relentlessly, before flipping their positions to brace himself over her. He pumped inside her with ragged, harsh noises, crushing their mouths together and letting himself fall into the depths of lust.

---

By the time he'd awoken that morning, she'd already left.

He knew they'd had nothing more than a business arrangement. He'd wanted sex and she'd wanted a meal. They'd both been sufficiently satisfied. He shouldn't ask for more than that. He could remember a time during the night that he'd surfaced from the dream however, stomach rumbling. He'd fixed himself something to eat, offering Kagome some- which she'd refused.

And then they'd just sat at his kitchen table, her enjoying some herbal tea while he ate. They'd looked out at the city view available from his kitchen window, his apartment on the top floor of a tall building.

"You've got a great view of Tokyo from here," Kagome had sighed. "Oh, that's the market I used to shop at- and the river leading to the harbour is just on the right, hidden by those bushes. I walked down that path all the time when I was younger."

Sesshoumaru remembered looking at her, wanting to ask her many things. Ironically, though she'd brought him such pleasure, the memory of their time in the kitchen sitting together companionably was one of the memories he considered precious to him from the experience.

Fuck, maybe he was just unbearably lonely.

There had been something about her expression though. Wistful, comfortable, a blanket draped around her shoulders that he'd given her earlier.

Sesshoumaru went about his day much the same, feeling ten times lighter. His energy had been sapped for a few hours after their… 'session', but the next day he had to suppress the spring in his step during his usual walk to work.

Schooling his features into his usual frown, Sesshoumaru passed Kouga by the coffee maker.

Kouga immediately beamed, noticing the hickey on his neck. "Heh! Hell yeah, good to see you got laid!" he clapped him roughly on the back. "Good for you."

Sesshoumaru glowered, expression dark. "Silence, wolf. I have no desire to speak of it like mere locker room gossip," he sneered.

"Okay, okay," Kouga sighed, following him down the hallway. "So? How was she? Talented with her mouth right? Bet you think of that card as a Godsend now."

Sesshoumaru jolted. His hand was wrapped around Kouga's throat faster than he could blink.

"Ack! H-hey, what the-"

"Do not speak of her that way. Kagome deserves better," he hissed. "You might've lain with her before but that does not give you the right to speak of her like a common whore."

The thought of Kouga's hands being on Kagome honestly made his blood boil. Granted however, his reaction made no sense. He had no claim over Kagome. She was going to feed again on another man. She was probably feeding right now.

Kouga just looked at him, perplexed. "Kagome? Nah, mine was called Kikyo if I remember right. What, did you think the card only equated one succubus? It summons random ones to you."

Sesshoumaru paled. His stomach dropped as if weighed down with a stone.

He hadn't intended on using the card a second time, had he? And yet the thought of never seeing Kagome again, lost amidst a sea of other succubi- it made his pace quicken- until he was running down the hallway.

"Hey, where are you going?" Kouga called, adjusting his collar gruffly.

Sesshoumaru didn't answer, quickly reaching his office and shutting the door. Locking it, he tugged up his shirt sleeve once more.

Writing on blood on the shiny marble floor, Sesshoumaru closed his hand over the wound, murmuring.

Just as before, the characters reacted.

Out of the burst of energy, a woman appeared, sitting on his desk with one bare leg crossed over the other.

"Well aren't you just delicious?" she licked ruby red lips, eyeing him as if he were a meal to devour.

Sesshoumaru immediately frowned. This wasn't the same succubus, not by a long shot. Her glittering red eyes weren't anything like Kagome's.

"Where is Kagome?" he cut to the chase.

The stranger arched a brow. "Huh? Ohhh right. If memory serves, she fed off you last night. Are you wrapped around her finger already? That was quick."

"Bring her here," he demanded.

"Fine, fine," she blew at her cropped bangs. A moment later, light exploded from her form.

Sesshoumaru had to look away it was so bright, but soon turned back the moment its glare died down, reshaping.

Kagome now sat primly on the desk. She smiled slowly and crooked a finger in his direction.

"You wanted to see me that badly? Come here."

Long toned legs spread open, revealing she wore nothing under the flimsy fabric of her sheer skirt.

Sesshoumaru's brow wrinkled. He hesitated, scenting the air.

Kagome tilted her head and bit her plump bottom lip. "What's wrong? I'm eager to pick up where we left off."

Sesshoumaru stepped in close, brushing the backs of his knuckles against her cheek and hearing the woman purr- before his fingers latched in dark hair and yanked, eliciting a sharp hiss.

"No more games, succubus. I require the real Kagome," he muttered lowly in her ear. "Do as I say."

"You summoned me fair and square! Randomisation is just the way this arrangement works," the woman snarled, face soon reverting back to her original look. Painted red lips tugged down at corners, sharp nails clawing at his wrist.

"I do not know how to kill one such as you but I'm confident I can make you bleed like any other unless you obey me."

Red eyes narrowed, lips thinning. She eventually nodded, knocking his hand away when he let go. "No meal is worth this. I'll get her. So sorry for the rudeness, Lord Sesshoumaru," she said sarcastically.

Sesshoumaru leaned back, satisfied when she disappeared. The Japanese characters on his office floor stopped glowing. For a time he stood in silence, blood slowly starting to simmer. Had she simply left?

He glanced at the clock, minutes passing, and just as he was about to perform another summoning- the bloody writing began to shine bright pink again.

Kagome appeared in a flash, steadying herself on the desk and glancing around- finding him after a moment. Confusion was written over her face.

"Sesshoumaru? What's going on? Kagura just grabbed me and said you were wanting to talk to me."

He took in a breath, filling his lungs with her scent. Suddenly, however, the situation dawned on him. His desperation to see her felt abruptly foolish and something a smitten whelp might do- not a Daiyoukai.

Kagome looked less than impressed, folding her arms. Her tail flicked from side to side like an agitated cat. "She said you threatened her. What's this about?"

"I wanted to see you," he said, gazing at her.

Kagome faltered, caught off guard. "You mean…for another dream?" she tilted her head, black hair falling down bare shoulders. As before, she'd arrived scantily clad. "I'm still full from last night, and you seemed satisfied at the end of it but maybe I was mistaken? If so I can-"

"No. I do not require sex," he took a step forward. "My co-worker who gave me your business card said the succubi summoned were randomly selected, implying I would never…see you again," heat touched his cheeks, the tips of his ears turning red. "It felt important to know if I could find you. I will not apologise for the extremes of my actions, though I will own up to them and call this 'my bad.'"

Amusement briefly flashed in her eyes. Kagome chewed on her bottom lip, drawing closer to him. She ran claw-tipped fingers over the material of his tie, wrapping it snugly in her hand. "Why were you so eager to see me if it wasn't an erotic dream you were after? Any other succubus could do what I did."

Sesshoumaru followed when her grip tightened, urging him to slowly lean down. His breath fanned over her cheek, their gazes meeting. His voice lowered into a husky tone. "I do not want anyone else."

"You liked it that much?"

"It was…very agreeable," he admitted. "But you appear to be missing my point-" Sesshoumaru snatched her hand between them, leaning in so that their lips nearly touched. "It was your company that I enjoyed most. You, Kagome."

There was something vulnerable about her bearing for a moment. Yearning and mystified all at once, as if she wanted to believe him but felt suspicious. Sesshoumaru wasn't sure why. Perhaps she'd endured heartbreak at another time with a client once before.

"No one's ever said that to me before. I…I enjoyed you too," she murmured, squeezing his hand. She then ducked her head, releasing him. "But- making this a scheduled arrangement might-"

"Date me."

That got her attention. "H-huh?!"

"Date me," he drew her in closer, backing her up against the side of his desk. "Feed on me, when you hunger. If it is in my power to bring you nourishment, I will do so. I can be your sole food source."

"Se-sesshoumaru…" Kagome breathed, cheeks flushing red. She inched back onto the desk instinctively, drawing a hand up to hold his shoulder, "do you even know what you're saying?"

His fingers sought her thighs, stroking down to the underside of her knees. "Indeed."

She shook her head. "But it's crazy! We spent one night together and now you want to be my...m-my...exclusive food? I'm a succubus, Sesshoumaru. People don't typically date us. We're looked upon as the bottom feeders of the underworld. Leeches. It's downright weird to want to-"

"Perhaps I have had enough of being sensible," Sesshoumaru nosed at her inky black hair, inhaling her spicy scent and letting a content noise rumble through his chest. The woman in his hold trembled in response. "I want more of your company. Call that selfish or strange if you wish."

Kagome snorted, gasping and giving a delicious shiver when teeth scraped her ear. "You're lucky you're cute. You can get away with saying crazy stuff and people will call you eccentric instead of insane."

"It is not insane for me to want you."

Toned legs spread wider to accommodate him, legs closing around his waist to secure him against her. Kagome shuddered, sliding her fingers into his fall of silver hair and angling his head down to press open-mouthed kisses to his neck. "I happen to like you a lot too," she whispered, lifting her head. Her kiss was more hesitant and yearning when it pressed directly to his lips. Sesshoumaru brought her in closer, arms securely wrapped around her waist.

"Good, so there's no issue with my keeping you then."

"Slow down, buddy," she giggled, patting his ribs. "Dating first. Then we'll see. Maybe I'll be the one to keep you."

Golden eyes warmed, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers over and over- as if he were the one in need of sating his hunger from her pleasure. "I have no issue with that."

End