An Unspoken Need by Renee Mannings

In the Beginning

Of the delights of this world, man cares most for sexual intercourse. He will go to any length for it-risk fortune, character, reputation, life itself.

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Mark Twain

Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns his silver hair, his golden eyes, his magenta strips and his idiot half brother InuYasha. I just like to use him for fun.

An Unspoken Need

Chapter One

By: Renee Mannings

"That lying sonofabitch!"

She flung a glass containing brandy from her hands to a wall fifteen feet in front of her where it shattered beautifully on the wall, the sunlight playing on the amber liquid and the broken glass.

Kagome looked down at the pictures she clutched in her left hand. InuYasha, the love of her life, the man she vowed to spend the rest of her life making happy, was screwing his secretary Hiroko. She was being very generous indeed in the way she servicing her husband. For Kami's sake she used to stay up late to rub his damn feet when he had 'meetings' late at night. She put her career on hold for three damn years and helped him, helped him with the company when it just started, before they merged it with part of Taisho Enterprises. The photographer, obviously gifted, caught them during every stage of their debauchery.

Fucking Excellent.

How could her day get any more worse? She woke up late, spilt coffee on her suit, her favourite suit, arrived late at her publisher because she had to change said suit, and fought traffic for two hours to get home to this bullshit.

But wait there's more. It gets even better. The concerned citizen left a note, a fucking note and a key.

Kagome read the note again.

Those who have eyes let them see,

Loved ones committing atrocities.

Room 3721 – Hilton Kingston.

2: 30 p.m.

It was obvious that the person was no Wordsworth or Hughes but the message was definitely made. Rage renewed she ran upstairs to their bedroom. The walls of cream and the king sized bed of pure white a steep contrast to her red hot wrath. Angrily she dragged his clothes from his closet beside the bed, throwing them into a pile. She ripped out draws and turned out there contents on the floor. In her fit of rage she cleared all his belongings from the house, wedding presents and pictures and placed them into the trash cans on the curb which she set on fire with brandy and his favourite lighter.

She looked on with remorseless eyes red from crying. As she looked at her watch she realized that she had just enough time to get ready before her appointment. She walked towards their two story mansion with renewed vigor. She wanted to look her best when she showed the bastard that she knew his little secret.

-oO0Oo-

It was 2: 45p.m. when she stepped into the lobby of the Hilton Hotel. She was dressed in a black halter top, form fitting dress. It was modestly cut, meant to entice without showing too muck skin. More than one head turn in her direction as she walked through the lobby towards the elevator. She noticed none of this as her mind was focused on one thing; catching InuYasha in the act. As the elevator doors closed she knew there was no way she could stay with InuYasha if he betrayed her. She started to doubt herself. Maybe it had all been a mistake. Deep down she really wanted it all to be a lie, she wanted to prove that this was a huge practical joke but her mind wouldn't let her. As she stepped off the lift on the 10th floor and approached the room, room 3721, she knew that her future would be decided on what was behind those doors. Steadying herself she opened the door as quietly as possible and stepped in to find nothing.

'Nothing.'

The hotel room was as clean and new as possible. There were no clothes, no signs of being used and definitely no sign of the monkey sex she saw in the photos. She stepped into the bedroom to find a king sized bed made. The curtains were drawn casting the room into semi darkness. Her mind started to process this new information at a thousand thoughts per minute.

'Those images were probably computer generated.'

Her heart soared and filled with love. She didn't know what she would have done if she saw InuYasha in the arms of another woman.

'Who would send her pictures that were obviously lies?'

'Oh my God. How could I doubt him like that?' These and more thoughts spun around her head as she walked around the bedroom.

"I wonder if he will forgive me for burn..."

That's when she heard it. The faint sound of the water running and it was coming from what she had first assumed to be the bathroom. With ginger steps she walked over to the door and opened it to witness her worst nightmare. Through the clear glass of the shower she saw her husband, her husband, the man who she assumed to be her soul mate, the man who she had just acquitted of a grievous sin, was in the shower fucking his personal assistant Kikyou with stamina she didn't know he possessed. Her hands were spread against he titles as her screwed her unyieldingly from behind; the water beating against his silver blond hair now pasted to his back. His left hand gripped her hip harshly as his right alternated between fondling her breasts and her core. It wasn't love, that much was obvious but it still hurt to see them. Their faces were contorted by the ecstasy they were experiencing.

"Inu...Inu..YaSHA!! Oh... Fuck Yes!"

"Kikkkyyyoouuuu!"

Her heart clenched painfully in her chest. All the emotions she had been experiencing today came back to haunt her. She could not stay anymore. All her bravado had left her only to be replaced with unbearable pain. She couldn't stay here lest she do something stupid, like kill him. As quietly as she came she left them none the wiser to her presence.

The day had been a day of too great a revelation which caused Kagome, a practicing teetotaler, to sit drinking in her living room. Long ago she vowed never to give into this vice but the day placed too great a strain on her sensibilities. She felt unwanted. She tried to figure out how long he was cheating on her. For months, eleven in fact, she felt less than a woman because he refuse to touch her, to love her, to make her body yearn for his as it did when they first got married. Each time her mind thought of all the sacrifices and the loneliness she endured in the name of love she got angry, cried then drank a glass of wine. Now two bottles later she was stone drunk and in need. She needed to feel loved by a man again, any man, as long as it wasn't her husband.

"InuYasha, how could you do this to me?"

-oO0Oo-

Sesshoumaru had to visit his brother. He detested visiting him at his home. Sesshoumaru only went when he knew Kagome would be home alone. The office was all the family time he needed. He still couldn't believe that he merged part of his company with InuYasha's but Kagome's idea was extremely beneficial to all parties involved and even he couldn't deny it. God knows he could barely stand his asshole of a brother for more than ten minute at a time. As his limo turned into his brother's neighbourhood his mind started to drift towards her again. How Kagome copes with him had always been one of those great unsolved mysteries to him. The only good thing about visiting the asshole's house was her. Granted at first he thought she was stupid. For Kami's sake she claimed she loved his brother. That was proof enough that something was wrong with her mentally. At first he avoided her like a plague but her charm charisma and passion for life got him to acknowledge her and it eventually won him over. She was one of the most sensible women he had ever met and he was grateful that she was one of the few people he could truly trust and call a friend. The fact that she even loved much less married his brother was one of life's biggest mysteries to him. It was hard to admit, even to himself, that he had grown to love her over the years. Something he just recently acknowledged to himself and he was determined to replace his brother between her legs permanently. She was his and soon everyone would know it. He wanted to be more than her close friend.

'I bet he doesn't even know how to please you in bed. I would sure like to show you how a real man could make a woman beg.'

He pictured himself fondling her breast and giving her the ride of her life as she begged him to go faster and to never stop. He wondered if she tasted as good as she smelt.

"One day Kagome and after that, you won't even look at that nitwit again."

He was making himself hard again thinking about her naked and he had to calm himself down before exiting the vehicle. As he stepped out of the limo in his three piece grey suit, he noticed that something was amiss. The putrid smell of burnt garbage assaulted his nostrils. Turning he noticed several blacken garbage cans with ash surrounding it. As he walked on the path way towards the house he noticed that the front door wasn't completely closed. Forgoing knocking he entered and locked the door tightly behind him. He walked through the foyer and into a sight that would never leave him even if he gouged his eyes out.

There lying on the couch surrounded by several empty bottles of wine and drinking was his Kagome. Her face was unnaturally pale and it seemed as if she had been there for quite a while.

She didn't notice him when he walked in. She was looking through the glass side doors into the garden. It always calmed her spirit and now she desperately needed it to do so. As she lifted her glass to take another sip she felt it being taken from her grasp.

"Hey!"

When she looked at the intruder she thought it was InuYasha for a second. When she looked into his eyes she saw concern that he would never show and instantly placed the intruder as her friend. Her eyes began to water again for the millionth time that day as tears filled her eyes with the memory of what she saw. Even as she told herself not to cry again, the tears began to flow without inhibition. As he sat beside her on the couch and gathered her close Kagome's restrain fell and she wept as her soul tore for all she lost when she found her husband in the arms of another woman.

He couldn't believe the rage he felt. Whoever hurt her like this was going to pay. He was literally seeing red.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" his voice surprisingly soft.

"How...how cou...could...he dooo... this...to...me...Sessho...Sesshoumaru? I loved him. I put my life on hold for him and he slaps me in the face like this."

Without asking he knew who had hurt her. 'Damn you Inuyasha!'

"What has he done that would cause you to cry like this."

With her head buried in the crook of his neck she told him of her morning from the photos, to burning his stuff which Sesshoumaru secretly applauded, to her finding InuYasha in the hotel room with Kikyou. His eyes were genuinely filled with sorrow when he told her he was sorry. Despite how much he hated his brother he never wished Kagome this kind of pain. InuYasha will eventually be punished, he would make sure of it.

"Do you remember when we first met how you refused to acknowledge my presence? Was it because you though I was ugly or stupid or something? Am I the reason why he is doing this to me?"

Sesshoumaru moved her head from his neck so that he could look into her eyes.

"Don't ever let me hear you say something like that again. That was the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say. Something is wrong with him not you. Don't ever forget that."

Kagome looked into his eyes and saw something, an expression she has never seen before in his eyes and it made her feel special and dare she say it, loved. Without thinking she kissed him and became lost. All the pent up sexual frustration from months of neglect came out and Sesshoumaru eagerly took advantage of it. She understood why women lusted over him. He was gorgeous. She herself has lusted over him and during the long nights when her husband was away she masturbated thinking about him grinding inside of her with a passion. It had always been hard pretending that she wasn't attracted to him ever since they became friends. Just thinking about it made her wet. She needed him now. Her hands glided from his back to his waist as she tugged his shirt from his waist. The kiss was demanding and when Sesshoumaru finally withdrew she whimpered.

"Please." It was a plea for him to take her.

"You are drunk Kagome. You don't know what you are saying."

He had to leave now. He was practically forcing himself to let her go.

At this she jumped up angrily and started to pace as she spoke. "I may have drunk a few glasses of wine but I am not drunk. I want this. I need this. To... to feel what it's like between a man and a woman. I have this need inside me Sesshoumaru and you are the only one here right now who can fill it please. I know that I am not the type of woman you would even consider screwing."

"Kagome..."

"No let me finish. I know that I am not your type. It would only be a one off thing and I know enough of you to know that you probably won't even remember this again. This won't affect you. As a friend, please."

She stripped the dress from her body leaving her only in French cut panties.

'If you only knew that you are so wrong Kagome.'

Sesshoumaru got harder looking at her. Her breasts were generous and soft, her stomach flat and her lips begged for his attention.

" Please Sesshoumaru. Please."

It was the final please that shattered all of his self control. He was going to have this woman now whether or not she was drunk. He never imaged their first time to be when she was drunk but he was no saint and she did beg.

....o....o.....o....

Okay. Back by popular demand (I am the only one who wanted this of course), the story leading up to Kagome's little trip to Jamaica.

Okay so technically this is only half of chapter one. It has been on my laptop for four months and I decided to post it. Review and let me know if I should continue the story or forget it. Oh and in my haste to post this I didn't get it proof read. Sorry. I hope to get a beta by then.

~Renée