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Title: As Deemed By Fate
Rating: R (for obscene profanity usage, content, and some limey situations)
Pairing: Kik/Inu/Kag
Summary: AU. Man is incomplete until he marries. Inuyasha believes his fiancé Kikyo will make him whole, or did until he met Kagome, an avid exotic that instantly complicates things. Temptation has never been so hard to resist.
Chapter One: Erotica
Erotica
"You are a lying, cheating bastard, Inuyasha," she spat shaking the black laced thong in her hand all the while keeping her frosty brown eyes that burned with hidden fury trained on her soon to be spouse's exasperated face. Although her body language practically screamed vehemence, she kept it calmly masked behind her usual stoic mask of indifference. "I can't believe you would bring one of your dirty whores from the streets into our home and then have the nerve to leave her skimpy panties in my drawer." Her grip tightened on the thong, the emergence of white beginning to show on her knuckles.
"Kikyo," Inuyasha began, his voice tight with impatience and equal vexation as he embedded his nails into his palm, "you know damn well I would never do something as low as fool around with other women. Fuck woman, you're my fiancé! I gave up that life a long time ago and I don't plan on returning to it! What the fuck happened to the trust in this damned relationship?"
Her mask slipped at this, revealing just how angry she was. With facial features twisted in petulance and repulsion, Kikyo threw the panties at the man, who caught them without hesitation. "That's what happened to our trust. You betrayed it and then lied about it to my face! Just admit it-!"
"Admit what?" the white haired man snapped. He held up the undergarment to her face. "These are fucking yours Kikyo! I gave them to you as an anniversary gift a month ago! You just never chose to wear the damned thing and have since been buried beneath the ton of crap you have in your drawers, which is why I never bought you anymore seeing as though you don't like thongs!"
Throwing the skimpy piece of satin onto the floor, Inuyasha took one long stride toward her and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Do you really believe that I would sleep with another after I've been devoted and with you for a year? Do you really believe I would go back on my promise when I told you that you would be the only woman in my life from now on? That I would give up the playboy lifestyle and settle down for once?"
Unaffected by his heartfelt speech, Kikyo pressed her hands against his chest and shoved him away. Her embittered eyes narrowed to slits. "I don't know what to believe anymore. Perhaps your former womanizing antics have clouded my judgment," she responded, venom dripping from her every word.
The nerve in his jaw began to twitch. "I've never been with another woman besides you since the day we met. Hell, I haven't had sex the fucking six months that we've been together since you want to wait until you get married! Doesn't that count for something?"
Kikyo gave a very unladylike and very uncharacteristic snort. "You've lied so much in the past I don't know whether even that is fact or fiction." She threw the thong that lay on the floor beside them a dirty look. "Sometimes, I wonder why I decided to marry you in the first place."
"You know what? Sometimes, I wonder the same damn thing." Instead of continuing to defend himself against her false allegations, Inuyasha pivoted on his heel and grabbed the suit jacket he had tossed on the bed before the falling out had occurred. Before walking out the bedroom door, he slanted a wary glance over to her still fuming form. "I don't know what to say Kikyo. You don't believe what I say nor have any faith in the nonexistent trust that is supposed to exist between us. I don't have to stay here and listen to this shit. If you need me, I'll be at my condo. Thanks for such a wonderful fucking birthday."
Without another exchange of words, he left.
His blood red Lamborghini barreled out of the garage and down the gravel driveway until he was past the black iron gates that surrounded their manor and onto the main road. 'Stupid wench,' he inwardly seethed, 'how the fuck can she think I would cheat on her? And after six fucking months of going out? We're getting married in a month and she still thinks I'm out seducing and womanizing every female I come across.'
Inuyasha zoomed past the intersection where yellow had already shifted to red, too infuriated to bring his beloved vehicle to a stop when so many turbulent emotions raged through his body and mind. So what if he had a questionable past which involved giving into his manly desires and needs.
He deserved it.
At twenty five, he was the co-owner of the biggest corporate investment firm in the world and on top of his game. He got what he wanted, when he wanted, and wasn't afraid to live life on the edge. He was young, sexy, filthy rich, and would be a fool not to use all those attributes to his advantage.
His fleeting flashbacks of the past were rudely interrupted by the shrill sound of his cell phone. Repressing the sudden urge to smash the mobile device to pieces for interposing on his thoughts, Inuyasha snatched the phone from the passenger seat. "What?"
"Oooh, somebody sounds like they're not having a very happy birthday. Kikyo not giving you what you want?" chuckled the amused, baritone voice of one of his best friends.
"Does she ever? What the hell do you want? Im busy at the moment."
"Busy thinking about when your woman is ever going to give you some?"
"Miroku," Inuyasha ground out, "I am going to rip out your spine through your ass if you don't-"
"Sorry, sorry. I had to say it," the other man joked. "Assuming by the edginess in your voice, am I right in presuming that you two had a little premarital spat and won't be doing anything for the duration of the night?"
"Yeah, what's your point?" Inuyasha inquired suspiciously.
"Well, since it is your birthday and your wife is being a bit stingy with the goods, I was thinking that you would like to join myself and the rest of your friends at this new club that has just opened up not far from my place."
Inuyasha hesitated to answer. Kikyo had made him promise that as soon as they were betrothed, he wouldn't engage in any of his previous controversial activities, one being club hopping in the city at all hours of the night.
"Come on Inuyasha. The old ball and chain already got you weighed down?" Miroku baited, recognizing the silence on the other end as an internal conflict between what he wanted and the wishes of his fiancé. 'Wow, Kikyo must really have him on a short leash for him to be taking so long to come up with an answer. Normally, Inuyasha would be the one pestering me to go to the club with him.' "I didn't know Kikyo had so much control over your actions."
"She doesn't control anything!" Inuyasha snapped irately, and then turned on his navigational system. "What are the fucking directions."
'Hook, line, sinker,' Miroku mused, silently congratulating himself on his successful manipulation of Inuyasha's intelligence, or lack thereof. "Don't worry my friend; this shall be a night you will never forget."
Kagome did a once over on herself in the full length mirror upon finishing dressing for the evening's show. Wavy, ebony tresses that almost caressed her waist intermingled with crimson clip on streaks, creating an elaborate display of untamed passion that brought out her mystifying, yet alluring sapphire orbs that were framed with thick, long lashes and the darkest of mascara. Blush and a shimmer of glitter tinted her cheeks and glossy cherry red lipstick painted her full lips.
The 3 piece vinyl firewoman guise completed the red hot sex appeal, inclusive with both a matching brassier and low rise thong, which was supported by a lace garter, a short firewoman jacket, hat and red four inch heels that were designed more like an ankle boot with an open heel and lace up front design. What more could you expect from a girl that had been dubbed Ember, which accounted for both her attire and her temper?
Kagome ripped her eyes away from her apparel wistfully, unable to stand what looked back at her any longer. Guilt gnawed at her soul for what she was doing. If her family ever found out what she did during while they were all sleeping, they would probably disown her. The money she made on a good night here far surpassed what they made at the shrine in a week and really helped out with the upsurge of various bills that had found their way into their home over the past couple of months ever since her mother became sick and lost her job.
And of course, whenever her family commented about where the extra money was coming from, she would say it was the product of another of her part-time jobs. They never did ask what that job was and so she never had to lie or say she worked as a part-time exotic dancer at a downtown club, at odd hours of the night.
The nerve in her jaw twitched. Hell, if anything, they should be grateful she dragged her ass out of bed every other night of the week to go dance in front of a bunch of testosterone raging men, with a gluttony for half naked women shaking their asses and breasts in front of their face. As if it wasn't hard enough taking classes in college, thanks to a scholarship she received when she graduated from high school and helping out at the shrine when she had the time, she had to endure hours of endless obscene remarks and ogling. She had always wanted to be a dancer and go on to be a Broadway star or something of that sort, but this was a far cry off from her life's dream. Life was so ironic at times, it was almost funny.
A gentle hand on her shoulder jarred Kagome from her reverie and unfortunately transporting her back to the present. "Are you all right?"
Kagome waved him off, a smile gracing her lips at her boss's concern for her well being. "I'm fine Hiten. Just a little trip down memory lane, that's all."
His intense cerulean eyes pierced her own for a minute. "You know you can always come to me if you're having any type of problems, be it at home or here in the club."
"I know, and thanks, but nothing serious is going on with me. Really. If there was, you'd be the first one to know about it." She ruffled his bangs playfully with a grin.
The corners of his mouth curved into a smile, unwittingly highlighting the handsome features of his visage. "Good. Now behave tonight. We have some clientele coming in with very deep pockets, so if you want that extra couple of hundred, no verbal or physical abuse to them if they look at you the wrong way or say something offending."
Kagome rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "I'll try."
"Be good, Ember." Hiten leaned over, his lips softly grazing her cheek for a chaste kiss, and with the wink of an eye, he left, his dark braid swaying behind him as he exited the dressing room, unaware of the other swooning women staring longingly at him.
No sooner had he left the vicinity when two of women who had been previously enjoying the view of their boss's backside hustled over to where she stood.
"So Kagome, what was that all about?" the taller of the two questioned with an eyebrow quirked in curiosity, mischief shining in her brown eyes as she waited for an answer.
"Calm down Momiji, he was just checking up on me to make sure I was ok," Kagome blinked innocently.
The shorter one, fully clad in feline attire stared at her skeptically. "You know, I'm beginning to think something is going on between you and the big boss man. He never comes around and personally checks up on any of the other girls, only you sweetheart." A devilish grin stole across her features. "Are you screwing him?" she whispered.
Kagome felt a heat engulf her entire face. "No, I am not Suki," she hissed back at her friend.
"He is just a good friend. He's the one who got me this job in the first place."
"You two would make such a good couple," Momiji said, a wistful glint in her eyes as she envisioned a scene in her mind. "It would be like a fairy tale. Owner of exclusive exotic dance club and about half the city hooks up with a college, shrine maiden, who both live happily ever after in his mansion on the eastside."
"I'm not into Hiten like that."
"You're on a first name basis with him," Suki pointed out.
"Isn't everybody?"
"The only time he's ever addressed me by name was when I first interviewed for the job, and that was months ago," Momiji said.
"Oh hell, admit it Kagome. The guy has the hots for you and you for him, but you're just too damn blind to see it." Suki bent over the vanity table to look into the mirror as she applied her eyeliner. "If I were you, I'd screw the bastard since he's probably in love with your ass anyway, marry him, move into his place, have his kids, and never work another day in my life for as long as I live. Shit, he has enough money to last five lifetimes."
"God Kagome, you are so lucky that some uptown guy is interested in you. I would give anything to have somebody provide for me and Lin," Momiji said referring to her five month old baby daughter while reapplying lipstick.
"I don't need some man to help me out," Kagome huffed indignantly, "I can do just fine providing for my family on my own."
"Sometimes you're too stubborn for your own good," Momiji scolded her lightly.
"Take a good opportunity when it pops up, girl. Do you know how fucking tired I am when I come home, after working ten hour shifts at WacDonald's and hearing people bitch about the service or the quality of the food?" Suki combed the tangles out of her hair. "By the end of the day I'm exhausted and irritable and ready to assault the next person who comes up to tell me that there's not enough salt on their fries. I swear, people just ask for it sometimes."
"You should have heard her this afternoon Kagome," Momiji muttered. "With her potty mouth and hostile attitude, I'm surprised the managers haven't fired her yet."
"Today was the worst day of all. I swear, some people are only alive because it's illegal to kill them."
"She said to this one guy Well now that you've ordered just about everything on the menu, I'm sure that the large diet coke will really do some good and cancel out the 10,000 calories you're about to eat while you sit on your ass and do sweet fuck all nothing for the next two hours'," she mimicked the grouchy, annoyed tone that the bad tempered woman usually presented herself with.
Kagome stifled a giggle. "Suki, you are so bad."
"I do not sound like that," the woman grumbled hotly.
"Should I hand you the fries or shove them up your fat ass? What the fuck are you standing around staring at the menu for jackass? We've had the same menu for the past 25 years! Get the fucking quarter pounder and leave!'" Momiji and Kagome began cackling with laughter.
"So I have anger management problems," Suki sulked crossing her arms and glaring at the laughing girls, the telltale twitch of her lips betraying her amusement.
"All right ladies." The rolling sound of hands clapping brought everyone's attention to the doorway where a short, bald man stood, a blush staining his pale cheeks at the beautiful women now staring at him. "It's that time again. The curtain rises in ten minutes, so we're going to get into position now. I hope you all do your best and milk those bastards for all they're worth."
The strippers cheered and hurriedly began checking over themselves in the mirrors to make sure their make up and outfits were straight before heading out.
"Gods, it's a damn shame Maten didn't inherit any of his brother's good looks," Suki commented with a sigh. "I'd screw the bastard in a heartbeat if he compared anything marginally close to what Hiten looks like."
"He's not exceedingly hideous," Kagome defended the man she considered a friend while cramming her possessions that were laid out on the table into her duffel bag.
Both of her friends slanted her doubtful glances.
"That's a load of-ouch!" Suki pouted nursing the shoulder where the woman in the showgirl outfit had just pinched her. "What?"
Momiji schooled her face in an expression similar to that of a teacher who had just caught a student vandalizing school property. "Now, now, Wildcat, you know that our Kagome's heart is as big as her ass, so of course she's going to have a soft spot for all of the losers and freaks out there."
"Hey!" the firewoman craned her head over her shoulder to take a peek at her posterior. "My butt is not that big."
Suki snorted throwing her bag under the table. "Aww, to be young and naive again…I'm so glad that those shitty years are over and done with."
"You're only three years older than me," Kagome said dryly whilst sliding her firewoman hose around her neck so that it hung limply down the front of her costume.
"Point taken and noted."
"Come on ladies. Let's do this so I can go home." Momiji caught both females by their wrists and lead them out of the dressing room. "Paying babysitters by the hour is a bitch."
Sighing, Kagome followed the other girls to their designated positions, her frame of mind shifting out of the playful demeanor so she could focus on the task at hand. During the first couple of weeks of being employed as an exotic dancer, she had learned firsthand that the key to blocking out the lust hungry faces of the audience, the hoots, the hollering, and the flood of humiliation that attacked her conscious at dancing virtually naked in front of strangers was to distance herself from it all. She would totally immerse herself in the attitude and mindset of her character Ember'; a young woman full of fire and passion with an almost feral air surrounding her, someone who was oddly comparable to Kagome herself, minus the skimpy getup.
Drawing a steadying breath, Kagome let her fingers glide down the smooth, red surface of the nozzle of the hose, inwardly running through her sequence. Though she usually preferred impromptu performances, Maten had informed her when she first arrived that tonight had to be special since it some important guy's 25th birthday. Not that she cared, but she might as well give it her all since he was supposedly loaded. And there was nothing more she enjoyed than choreographing her own material and performing them in front of audiences, even if it was in front of horny men.
"Good luck Ember," Momiji winked at her and put on her crown of feathers.
"College girl doesn't need luck. She's the better dancer out of all of us bitches put together anyway. Isn't that right," Suki grinned and slapped her back.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Kagome smiled, ignoring the dull throb of where she had just been hit and began stretching alongside the other females on the floor. She would be so happy when her shift would be over so she could go back home to nice, cozy bed and sleep the rest of what was left of the night. Hopefully, the guys they would be dancing for would pass out early on and not linger around for an encore presentation.
"You so much as breathe on this car and I will fucking castrate your ass and shove your balls down your throat," Inuyasha growled, tossing his keys to the Lamborghini to an ashen faced valet that stood trembling before him. "Got that kid?"
The youth nodded vigorously, sweat beginning to dot his brow under the white haired man's intense golden gaze. He visibly relaxed when the hot tempered man averted his gaze to an approaching figure behind him.
"Inuyasha, you made it," Miroku grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "I thought you would chicken out at the last minute and go crawling back to Kikyo."
Quicker than the eye could detect, Inuyasha was in front of the man and had him dangling in the air by his collar. "Don't fucking play with me monk," he barked, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I've had a pissy day and you're just about to push me over the edge."
"Jeez, calm down Inuyasha. You need to lighten up some, I was only joking." Miroku glanced down to where his feet hung suspended in midair. "You mind putting me down?"
Grudgingly, Inuyasha complied and set the other man down, a scowl firmly implanted on his face. "Let's get this over with."
After adjusting the collar of his cream colored silk shirt, Miroku draped an arm lazily around his friend's shoulder. "What's wrong this time?" the monk asked guiding him into the entrance, nodding to the bouncer, who instantly moved aside so they could enter, much to the displeasure of the other people waiting impatiently in the line that wrapped around the entire block.
"Kikyo's bitching again." Inuyasha balled his fists, unsure if he wanted to touch upon the fragile subject with his best friend. "Damnit, for some reason she has it in her mind that I'm sleeping with other women after I swore to her that I've been faithful to her the ever since we began dating. I haven't so much as touched another woman in six months."
An expression of thoughtfulness donned Miroku's features as he retracted his arm from his friend's shoulders and brought his hand to stroke his chin. "It seems as though Kikyo has trust issues. Could it possibly have something to do with your questionable reputation as the undisputed playboy of Japan?"
Inuyasha stopped walking to grab his friend by the collar once more, wide golden eyes ablaze. "Miroku! I haven't had sex in six months! Six fucking months! Usually the most I could go without doing it is two weeks max!" Snatching his hands away from the other man's lapel, Inuyasha dragged an unsteady hand through his unruly mass of white hair, his deficiency in the intimacy area affecting him more than he was willing to admit. "Damnit, I'm doing this for her and all she does is take it for granted in thinking that I have been cheating on her."
Miroku disciplined his facial features so as not to show the shock that the subject of sex was affecting his friend to such an extent. He could sympathize for the other man though. If it had been him in the same position, he would surely would have been driven to insanity by now. Miroku inwardly shuddered at the thought of not having the simple pleasure. "Come on Inuyasha," he steered him to the central doors where the rowdy music could be heard pulsing behind and stopped right before entering.
"Fate can be a bitch sometimes," he began with an elegant gesture of the hand, a visage of self-importance gracing his features that had Inuyasha rolling his eyes, "but every so often it adds an interesting twist to one's situation, giving us a chance to atone for all the bad crap that we've committed in the past. In your case buddy, you've whored so many women and broken so many hearts, fate has seen that you've been a naughty boy and decides that no sex for half a year is your retribution. Now that you've suffered and have had some form of hell that the women you left in the dust have experienced, you will have a chance to enjoy yourself for once."
"Oi, where the hell are you getting at?" Inuyasha questioned warily, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Miroku smiled. "It is your birthday. You are officially twenty five years old. For one night only, we're going to forget about Kikyo and work and indulge ourselves with the company of good people and beautiful, half-naked women."
"If she finds out I came here-"
"I'll just say we kidnapped you and forced you to come to an exotic dance club for your birthday," Miroku smoothly interjected. "Now enjoy yourself. For all Kikyo knows, you're in your condo all alone sulking over the latest argument."
Inuyasha hesitated for a split second before shrugging and following the other man inside. "Whatever. Let's just get this over with."
AN: So, what do you think about my latest fic? Review and let me know. -