A/N: This songfic idea would not let me be, if you've never heard this song, I recomment you listen to it, it's off of Eminem's newest album. Song name is Seduction, sickest track ever. Review and let me know what you think =) The song is not over, so the songfic is not over, though I may turn this into a full story based on various other songs that catch my fancy.
I don't know man,
Just feels like, we're a lot different, kinda feels like, we're on a whole different page right now.
It feels strange but uh, I guess it's kinda like, it's kinda like...
Sesshoumaru smoothed his sleek Armani suit of imaginary wrinkles as he sauntered through the parking lot away from one of his expensive cars and towards the elevator of his condominium complex. He sported a bored yet superior look without trying as he stepped into the elevator. He was alone, and took that as an invitation to indulge himself after a day at his executive job, loosening his tie slightly and leaning back on the ledge of the elevator after pressing the button to his floor. He had rebuilt Western Corp with his own two bare hands after the mess his father's scandalous affair and abandonment had nearly destroyed it. He was on a whole different page then the rest of the peons that usually graced his presence, and he definitely knew it.
I feel like I'm morphin, into something that's so incredible that I'm dwarfin, all competitors.
Better get your girlfriend in check. It's psychological warfare. Endorphin side affect
After the elevator had dinged cheerfully a few times, he straightened up when he realized he was no longer alone, eyes going straight to the short raven haired woman who was now boarding the elevator. He straightened his back, moved aside like a gentleman to make room for her... and her boyfriend. He didn't let the boyfriend's presence stop him from staring, eyes raking shamelessly up and down her little form, stopping on half lidded blue jewels of eyes. She tried to sneak looks at him with those eyes, but his gaze demanded her full unabashed attention, and her red cheeks stopped any hope of her hiding that she was attracted to him. He smirked. If this boyfriend wanted to keep that girl to himself, he'd better get her in check. But maybe it was already too late. Sesshoumaru was clearly the superior one, in looks, monetary value, and skill. He hoped to show the young woman the last part.
His self esteem shatters his dialect. Comes blastin out your deck, "she love's me"
Such passion you'd expect this sort of reaction from her. Yet, you strong arm.
You're fuckin corny. You try to turn your charm on. Cuz you just think your bishop, the Don Juan.
The boy, to his credit, seemed to hear his thoughts, and snaked his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He shot Sesshoumaru a glare, as if to say she's mine, she loves ME. But his eyes still looked down doubtfully at the woman, as if he still needed assurance. Fool. The boy furthered his actions by trying to rub her shoulders which were subtly stiffened to his touch. And then he pressed a kiss to her neck in a bold display of affection hoping to incite passion in the woman. Oh, thought Sesshoumaru with a cocky smirk. He was worth the boy turning his charm on, and what a regular Don Juan he was turning out to be.
But if you think that your fuckin with me, homie you're on one.
I'm cockin my head back like "Ed Lover, come on son. She's on my johnson.
She brings my name up constant." Your boys are like, "She's fuckin wit dude. She wants son."
Sesshoumaru took that boy's brazen actions as his opportunity to look at her face, fierce amber eyes devouring decievingly innocent blue ones, seducing her with a quick flit of a pink tongue across his lips to wet them. To be honest, he had many encounters with the sexy little woman another man held so tightly in his arms. The woman had it just as bad for him, but tried to stay true to her own beliefs. Not to cheat and to be true to her little fiance. It was why she went home to that boy that she 'loved', while dreaming of being in HIS bed. He smirked.
Oh boy you better get a clue, she's on my dick cuz I spit better than you. What you expect her to do?
How you expect her to act in the sack when she's closing her eyes,
fantasizing of digging her nails in my back to this track?
He watched her blue eyes glaze over. "That's right. Imagine that idiot is me. Picture my tongue there instead of his, my hands snaking between your legs to find your secrets and make them my own. Wish harder that it were me, Kagome. Maybe that'll make it come true." He whispered to her in his mind, his hand clenching unwittingly into a fist. He wanted her and he would have her because he got what he wanted. He would seduce the reluctant woman, steal her from the unworthy dog she called her fiance. Nobody was as good at Sesshoumaru at acquiring what he wanted. And what an acquisition she would serve to be he thought, chuckling darkly to himself as he strolled off the elevator with a polite nod and a devious smirk.
Seduction, seduce. Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you
Seduction, seduce. Ain't nobody who's as good at what I do
Cause one minute she loves you, the next she don't
She's been stolen from you