Close Your Eyes by Scarlet_fears

Chapter 1

Now would be the perfect opportunity to tell you that this idea is not my own. It is a challenge given by: "Katherine". (A Single Spark)

This is my first fanfic and I hope you all enjoy it. I know this chapter is short. I'm not one to make a very lengthy chapter unless I see it fit. There is a lemon in this chapter. Well, it's more of a lime. It's not all that descriptive...so yeah. If you don't like it skip the scene, or don't read the story. It does get more involved after this point. I think I've taken up enough of your time, so enjoy the chapter.

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Club life, yes it was thrilling for eccentric life of Japan's fastest, most accomplished entrepreneur. Not just any entrepreneur, a single one at that. He never settled for anything less than extravagant. Although he knew the risks of his actions, he also knew that he could get away with murder and that would never stop him. Most believed he was unafraid, unafraid of the consequences that would later come as a result of his carelessness. They were wrong; a man as great as he did not fear something so trivial. He worried. He worried if he woke up in the morning with no one there to forever etch into his memory. He cared nothing of their feelings. Whoever it was, she would be just another number under his belt. He was the type of man to never go out with the same woman twice. Well, there was one woman...

"Look! It's Sesshoumaru Taisho!" one girl screeched to her companion while trying to look unfazed. The lights were swerving across the obnoxiously loud club. It was opening night, and only the most important people had access to it. All eyes seemed to turn when he walked in. Whispering was heard among the crowd, some giggling, some were sounds of desperate want and need, and most were at a loss for words. "Mhmm, I would love a bite of that piece of heaven"

He strode to the dance floor as soon as he got there and had no obvious struggle getting a woman to dance with him. He smirked slightly at the girl he was dancing with. She looked no more than sixteen years old. Apparently she had connections to be in a place such as this one, but he didn't mind. The way she danced couldn't justify her age.

"A bite? That is ridiculous. You'd be lucky if you had a taste of him." stated a young man in his early twenties. His slick, black hair pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. He smiled at the two young ladies enjoying their drink.

"Sesshoumaru would most likely play around with you, and kick you to the curb." Still grinning at the ladies he continued, "On the other hand, I know how to treat a lady. One must treat ladies such as yourselves with respect, honesty, and the occasional..." his words faded as his hand slid down to cup one of the ladies backside giving it a firm squeeze.

"Hentai!" The sound of the slap delivered quickly dissolved into nothing due to the volume of music.

"There you are Miroku!" A woman sporting a high ponytail walked briskly to where he was standing. She was dressed in a denim skirt stopping mid-thigh and a green and gold tank top. "I've been looking for you everywhere!" her face flushed from the temperature of the room.

"Why, my dearest Sango, how did you find me?" his hands moving to grasp hers tightly as they walked to a nearby, reserved booth.

"I'd like to say that I searched everywhere for one as handsome as you," she started sarcastically "but if you want the truth...all I had to do was follow the trail of bullshit."

With his hands tugging at the location of his heart he feigned disbelief. "My love, you mar my dignity with your words." Staring impassively at him he just laughed admitting defeat. "I admit, you see right through me."

"It doesn't take a genius to do that." came an amused voice. Sesshoumaru seated himself at the booth with his dance partner.

"Sesshoumaru, who is this lovely maiden that has graced us with her presence?" Miroku questioned. Sango rolled her eyes, Sesshoumaru heaved a large sigh, and the girl blushed mercilessly at the question.

"Her name is..." he thought about it for a while before coming to the realization that he had no idea who she was. It didn't matter to him who she was, but he didn't want to be rude. She might have told him her name. He wasn't one who listened observantly to acquaintances though. He looked to her to finish his sentence.

"Hisami, Arika" she finished his sentence. She was too flustered to be offended by Sesshoumaru's memory lapse. "Please, just call me Rika." She continued fumbling with the hem of her barely there skirt.

Sesshoumaru curtly nodded at Sango acknowledging her presence. Miroku and Arika continued chatting with each other across the table. After a few more drinks, a couple of dances, another rubbing of a backside, and the sound of a reverberating slap, Sesshoumaru stood up and gathered his belongings. He invited Arika back to his apartment and asked Miroku and Sango if they would like to come too. They knew better than to take him up on his offer, he was just being polite.

"No thanks Sessh. I think I'm just going to drop Sango off at her place and go home. We have a meeting tomorrow morning, don't forget." He said while paying for Sango and himself.

"First off, I do not like nicknames, second of all, this Sesshoumaru never forgets." Slipping his arm around Arika's shoulder they left. Arika looked back waving goodbye to Miroku and Sango.

"Miroku, she is just a child." Sango said as she waved back to Arika winking at her. "I wish Sesshoumaru would grow up and take things seriously. I mean, this is obviously not the first time he's slept with a minor. He's going to get himself into more trouble than he can dig out of."

Opening the car door for Sango Miroku tried to dispel her worries. "It's none of our concern Sango. You know as well as I that he takes whatever steps are necessary to get what he wants."

They drove out of the heart of the city to a more rural, quiet, area. Neither of them spoke, but rather they basked in the silence they had come to enjoy. "It doesn't make it right." She said while yawning and closing her eyes. Miroku brushed away her bangs and genuinely smiled at the only woman who could make him feel special.

"Don't worry about it love, what goes around comes around." She mumbled something; it sounded as though she agreed with him, and fell into a deep slumber.

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The door of the apartment shut and he instantaneously pushed her against the wall ravishing her mouth with his. She barely had anytime to respond. She braced herself on his forearms as he gently bit down from the side of her neck to her collarbone. She mewled loudly wrapping her legs around his waist as she began to unbutton his shirt. He carried her off to his bedroom while managing to push her top up and over her head revealing her small, dainty, lace bra. It was obviously smaller than her cup size and made her bosom seem larger than it actually was.

They finally settled on the bed as she began fumbling with the button to his pants. While she was occupied with that he undid her bra, took off her skirt, and relieved her of her undergarments. He did this all with little effort. Soon they were both bare, and she blushed furiously as her eyes examined him from top to bottom. Her eyes widened as he asked "Is this your first time?"

She looked as though she was contemplating what to say. At last she slowly gave a small nod. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt that he would most likely never he her again, but it didn't lessen the situation. After thoroughly preparing her he slowly slid into her...and felt no barrier or resistance. She immediately responded and moved to her own beat.

'Virgin my ass.'