Author's Rant: Whether any of the character's parents know about their sexual orientation shall be explained as the story goes on. But I will say no the church does not support homosexuality. Everyone has to sneak around, which makes it more fun. Enjoy guys and thanks ever so much for reading this. I hope to give you many more laughs and sexy moments with these two lol.

Thou Shall Not Be Tempted Into Temptation

I've been successful in ignoring Sesshomaru for the past two weeks. During that time I've gone through studying for my final exams for school and the upcoming firefighter academy. The next class was scheduled for September. I was one of the lucky few not to catch the summer class because I was looking forward to the summer trip to Six Flags with the church.

Today was Friday, mama's special day for making some kind of surprise dish with the main course always being meat. It was smothered pork chops, smashed potatoes, seasoned string beans, honey butter biscuits and a glass of Tropicana Fruit Punch for me. Mama knew to make a dinner fit for an Army. I can stuff at least six servings on my own and that isn't including her pound cake dessert.

I was half way through my third serving when Daddy asked, "Inuyasha you have any plans for tonight?"

Sweet mercy, mama put her foot in these string beans. I wiped my mouth with a napkin, and shook my head, "Not really. Haku and Miroku are coming over to help me study and have a movie night. Why?" After asking, I cleaned off my plate and reached out to put a new set of food on.

"Do you mind taking off to church today? The pastor needs you to come by tonight to lead the Youth Meeting. Can you take the boys with you?"

Oh that's not so bad. I nodded, "Yeah they won't mind." We lead youth service before. It'll only last a couple of hours and we'll be out the door by seven or eight.

"Ok, I'll call him to let him know you don't mind. We have Mount Ararat bringing their youth by to join in but the Lead couldn't make it. Sesshomaru's going to help out . . ."

After Sesshomaru's name I didn't hear a word of that. If I listened to the rest of it I would've thrown the table across the room, elbowed a crayon into the floor and set this motherfucker a blaze.

I looked at this stranger in my house with red contempt because this was not my father. My father would never subject me to the gripping claws of that sexy beast. Takemaru wouldn't volunteer his son to get eye raped. He DID NOT just tell me what I think he just said. "Daddy, thy shall obey thy parents. Please excuse me this time. I can't do it."

"And why not?"

Oh Lord. . . I hated when Daddy tried to big boy me. His jaw would flex and he'd lean back in his chair with only a single finger tapping on the table like he was typing a code that'd interpret my defiance. I leaned back too, cocking one of the eyebrows he gave me, "If Sesshomaru's going to be there, so will Koga and Naraku. They're older than us. I'm sure they can take care of the kids on their own."

"There are going to be nineteen children and sixteen teens. How do you expect three young men to supervise thirty five youths?" Daddy lifted his left eyebrow like I did. "That should encourage you to help Brother InuTaisho's son. They can't handle it alone."

"We'll pray for them," I suggested. "'Cause I'm not going daddy."

Daddy scooted down a little in his seat until the bottom of his shirt lifted over his belt buckle. His index slid off the table and flopped down on the center buckle, drumming over it suggestively with a narrowed glare. He clipped his finger under the loop and pulled. He loosened his belt and waited.

I can't believe—is he really—Wowwwwww, I'm damn near grown! I cocked my head to the side and looked him up and down like he'd lost his ever loving mind, "It's like that?"

He shrugged, "You tell me son. I was hoping we wouldn't have to succumb to that. Can't spare the rod on thy children and all that," Daddy patted his belt. "You understand."

Thy shouldn't smack thy parents either but I'm really tempted. Time for plan B: Turn to mama when daddy wasn't giving you what you wanted. I blinked all kinds of puppy charm and drooped my ears, "Mama?" I whimpered. "Don't let him make me."

Daddy had the nerve to look put off, but he too looked at my mama for whatever decision she'd make. She continued to delicately chew her food, neatly cutting her pork chops in cubes and mixing the pieces in gravy. That was one tiny part I really hated my mother doing. She'll procrastinate until the last moment to comment on the subject at hand, leaving me and daddy panting off her patience. It could go either way but as I got older, her choices would give my daddy the advantage.

I know, for a fact, it has nothing to do with me losing my adorableness because I can charm white paint into any color I wanted.

After she ate a fourth piece and prepared for the fifth, my mama looked us both in the eyes and the curl of her red lips had me and daddy sitting back in our chairs—and removing our elbows off the table. "Inuyasha do as your daddy says," I wanted to pinch that crocodile smile right off his face. "Whatever happens, he only has himself to blame."

I blinked at her confused. She winked, than I caught on right away. Daddy was lost in the woods somewhere and I hope he stayed that way. Yes, we're a church going family and we love each other but there's only so far that love can stretch for some of us. You see, my mother knows about my sexual orientation. She probably knew before I did and secretly I know she was disappointed when I admitted it two years old. However when it came to my daddy, he was a God fearing me down to his core and he wouldn't tolerate having a son who preferred men. The only way to keep him off my trail was to keep going on dates with the girls in church.

I stuck by one in particular named Ayame and that's only because she was gay herself and had a small thing for a bat hanyou named Shiori.

After a while, I slowly nodded and pushed away from the table, "Fine," I sighed. "When's the meeting start?"

Daddy clapped my shoulder proudly, "That's my boy," He checked his Rolex. "You got about an hour to pick up the children. The van's already fueled up."

"Sure," Daddy would keep a spare church van in the back yard. When all else fails he was already prepared. I looked up to the ceiling, which blocked my view of my eyes glaring at God and secretly wished I could throw a fit.

But. . . thy shall obey thy parents. Oh well.

"How the hell did you sucker us into this shit?"

"Oooooo Hakudoshi said a bad word!"

"Shut up Shippo! Jesus freaking Christ!"

"I'm tellin' Pastor Taisho!"

Hakudoshi ducked from between the front seats toward the back of the van. I mentally counted to five before I heard Shippo's startled yelp and Hakudoshi's hissing threat before he shuffled through the chorus of giggling, shouts and cries. Miroku was sulking out the passenger window, trying his hardest not to slap little Rin after she cracked his Apple screen. All of us were wearing either the emerald green or white church t-shirts tonight for the meeting.

Hakudoshi came back with his palm over his face, "Lord keep me near the cross," He whispered over and over again. "Bad ass kids."

"Daddy said they needed the help Haku. You think I wanted to go, knowing Sesshomaru would be there?"

Hakudoshi made a back and forth gesture between him and Miroku, "What's that got to do with us? Your daddy told you to go chaperone Satan's Crew. Why we gotta suffer this headache?"

I massaged my temple because Hakudoshi's bitching and these loud ass kids, I was struggling between driving this damn thing into a ditch. "Thanks."

"I don't want your damn thanks!" Hakudoshi spat. "I wanna go home! Got me missing The Walking Dead for this shit."

"Ooooo Hakudoshi, you said—"

"SHUT UP SHIPPO, I KNOW!"

Miroku must've finally reached his boiling point because he whipped around and shouted, "Listen up, if someone else says another word none of you are going to Six Flags this summer, you hear!"

I think he was aiming more for the loudest children, but the entire van went dead silent. It was incredible because the children didn't gradually go quiet; they all shut up at once. To these kids, going to Six Flags White Water and Theme Park was like waiting outside the pearly gates. Tell them their trip was cancel and you'd swear you were telling them somebody died. It was a hell sentence.

"Brilliant work Miroku," Hakudoshi said after deeming it safe for him to talk. "You can hear a mouse piss on cotton in here."

I agree. There wasn't a mumbling word in here.

The church came up around the corner hidden a little ways into the woods. The van had some trouble traveling over the bumpy dirt road and dodging some of the low oak branches. When I pulled around the back way I saw the Mount Ararat church van and our second one parked next to it. Sesshomaru was already here with his brew of monsters then.

"Looks like Naraku's here too," Miroku said, mood already improving.

Hakudoshi pushed around him to look out the window and sure enough, his face changed into a sharp shade of pink, "Koga is too." He looked at him accusingly. "You knew he'd be here?"

"Sort of," I said which was half honest because Koga didn't always come when Sesshomaru did. I opened the door and went around to the other side to slide back the door. One by one the children filed out and reanimated into giggles and excitement. "Everybody line up or something," I directed toward the door. Miroku gathered the tiniest children and Hakudoshi molded the rest into something close to a straight line. After I checked the back seats to make sure no one was left, I locked up and hurried off after them.

The red bricked churched almost looked creepy during the evening. Oak trees barely let any moonshine on the ground and the outer perimeter was edged with dark trees and shadows. Our church fund was supposed to provide a street light out here but after having the fund for ten years I knew we weren't going to fix a damn thing.

I knocked on the back door. It opened right away to Koga's cameral self, wearing a simple stretch t-shirt and acid washed blue jeans riding his hips. "Hey 'bout time you showed up. I've been in here trying to control these lil' savages forever."

"Sorry, Daddy told us to come at the last minute," I reasoned.

Hakudoshi pushed through everyone including Koga, avoiding eye contact. Koga frowned after him, "He alright?"

"He's cool," Or hot. He better go repent with his dirty mind having ass—butt. Shoot we're in church. "Who's all here?"

Koga jutted his finger toward the back, "Ayame and Shiori got the girls in the Sunday classroom. Sesshomaru has the boys in the choir stands with Naraku. I'm not trying to stay here all night, so I hope ya got something planned."

"You don't have a lesson?" Miroku asked, shutting the door and locking it. "What have you been doing all this time?"

"Tryin' to control these bad ass kids!" Koga said as if it weren't obvious. He kissed his knuckles to the sky and said lord forgive but continued in his gruff tone, "You know these brats ain't got an ounce of respect for their elders? One of those little bastards kicked me and I kicked her ass right back."

Oh no he didn't. I stifled back a laugh because it would be like Koga to kick a kid no matter the age. Miroku barked a quick chuckle, shaking his head. "You kicked a little girl Koga?"

"Damn straight, all up in her ass. I wish I left a ridge print so she'd learn to keep her feet on the ground," Koga kissed his knuckles to the ceiling again. "Anyway let's get this over. Little girls come with me, the rest of y'all can go to the front."

All the children divided in separate herds, the girls following behind Koga and the rest following me and Miroku down the hallway and on the left into the main house of the church. For some reason the kids got a kick out of going through the back way into the choir stands or having a chance to walk through the alter. I stopped midway into going inside when I saw a flash of silver and hear a voice capable of liquefying stones to soup.

My heart told me what my stomach already knew. I pressed my back against the wall and held a hand over my chest. Sesshomaru was leaning against the alter rail with his arms folded and speaking to the crowd of children and teens. Thank you God, I'm so glad those honey induced eyes didn't catch me. He was wearing the church's emerald green t-shirt like me with white undershirt leaking around the edges, stone-washed blue jean cargos, and a pair of jet black, high-top Air Force Ones. The church shirt was supposed to blouse around your figure not have you looking like a toned Greek masterpiece.

No, No. Go away you wicked devil. You let go of my dick this instant because I will not have it poking out anyone's eyes.

I wished my heart would stop telling me I was five seconds away from cardiac arrest. I took a deep breath and peeked around the corner, taking in as much as I could in secret. Where oh where did Sesshomaru did arms like that? Cords of muscle just ripped from his rolled up sleeves to his waist line. It was like his body couldn't get enough function to work in his muscles at once because every time he moved some part of him flexed.

God . . . were you horny when you made Sesshomaru? Those sinful crevices in his back were like arrows pointing down to a butt . . . a butt dented on the sides with the promise of power—Oh mercy!

"If you wanna get a better look, I suggest going inside," A ruggedly deep voice said.

I couldn't stop the electric squirm that spiked right through me. That voice was flowed and out my body like a faucet. "I wasn't spyin'. I was about to walk in but I had to . . . um. . ."

I, I've never seen chocolate speak before. My tongue was suction cupped to the roof of my mouth. I was trapped beneath lilac hooded eyes like a frightened rabbit. This . . . this Adonis. What a face, what a smile and . . . . holy shoe laces, the way that cotton was straining across his chest. Mount Ararat member I see. He's a bat demon from the look of his skin and accent. He wasn't as fine as Sesshomaru but he'd make the perfect candidate for the runner up. My eyes accidentally, YES accidentally, darted on each bulk plane of his body like I'd see something ready to burst forth any second.

When I reach his navy blue jeans . . . that something looked like it'd spring out and bite.

"You heard me?"

Great Red Sea parted by Moses, no one deserved to have a voice deep as a volcano and twice as smoking. Wait, what did he just say? "What?"

The bat demon tilted his head, a milky smile curling his lip, "You prefer to eavesdrop on God's word?"

"I-I was tying my shoes," All the color in my face flushed crimson. Right, I was tying my shoes while standing and I just lied in church.

The demon's gaze was steady, half lazy and his stance was as casual as a trickle of running water. The smile reached both sides of his mouth as he held out his hand, "You must be Inuyasha."

"Uh huh," I numbly shook his unusually soft hand. I felt my mind reeling with how stupid I was being and snapped to attention. I need to get a grip. Antioch has a house full of hot guys every day. This guy wasn't going to be no different from the rest. "Yes I'm Deacon Shikon's son. What's your name?"

"Tsukuyomaru. My little sister's a member of your church."

"Sister?"

"Shiori. Oh sorry," He said when he realized he was still holding my hand. "I'm here to visit her and lean a hand with our kids. I know they can be a handful."

"Oh no, not really, I mean they can't be half as crazy as our kids," I chuckled. He laughed a little too. I thought he had a nice smile. He should definitely wear it more often.

"Well, I guess we might as well head in," Said Tsukuyomaru, then he teased, "Unless you don't mind standing here in a shallow hall with me?" He half lidded those lucid, yet fiery eyes on me like he could leave a sunburn on my skin.

"Gotta pee first," I, what? I mentally face palmed myself and wished for a hole to fall in. "Never mind I'll be there in a minute." I stomped off more disgusted with myself than anything else. I can't believe how hyper active my libido is. Shall I forever be tongue tied at every good looking man I see? Sheesh.

The bathroom in the back of the church was empty thank goodness. I could use the solitude to collect my nearly mangled mind. Firstly, I really did have to see, so I handled that little drip action before emerging from the stall.

Only when I had, I thought I'd locked the door.

I certainly didn't because if I had Sesshomaru wouldn't be walking through.

So. . . you know that stomach dropping feeling you get when your parents tell you three hours ahead of time you're gonna get a whooping and the anticipation eats you alive until it happens? Yeah, double that effect by ten. Sesshomaru's eyes poured into me and he didn't disguise the way his eyes deflowered my backside. Sesshomaru closed the door.

And locked it with a tiny hummingbird smile, "Brother Inuyasha."

What was left of my mind became a puddle. I couldn't stop staring at the eyes made of oceanic sunsets. Watching him through the mirror was like waiting for the lion to strike. I cleared my throat and with some heavenly strength, managed to direct my eyes down to washing my hands. "Brother Sesshomaru," I'm not going to be able to say more than three words per breath to this man. Six if I was lucky. "Gimme a minute. I'm almost done."

"No rush, take your time," Sesshomaru's stone tower of a body laid back against the door like it'd take bull dozer to move him.

Ok. So he was just going to just stand there. Fine, I could deal with that except each time I peeked up in the mirror I can clearly see his eyes ice skating over my butt. I cleared my throat so he'd have something else to watch but he was an ice block. I just kept washing my hands. I'm not your mama's peach cobbler Sesshomaru. Please stop eyeing me like you'll lick every last drop off the plate.

Oh just thinking about his tongue made me shudder—

"Hmph, you gettin' thick Inuyasha," Sesshomaru licked off his lips as a tiger would clean its claws after a meal. "You growing up on me."

My eyes bulged. . . . Oh you lethal son of a bitch. If I got any redder I'll bleed on the floor.

I didn't hear Sesshomaru come forward until I got the sense that my back was suspiciously warm and a hand rested like a feather on my left hip. I jumped when Sesshomaru's arm curled around. . . "W-what are you doing?" I said in a voice dissolved to ashes.

"Getting some soap," All the downy hairs on my ears sprung up like jolted by electricity. Sesshomaru's voice was heated oil on my skin. "I need to wash my hands."

"Oh, lemme move then."

"No you're good," Sesshomaru made sure to show he was more than capable of washing his hands with me trapped between his arms. His chest was a breeze away from molding to my back and each hot breath fanned across my ears like engine steam. He wasn't touching me at all, but the warmth from his presence was looming around and inside me like a sip of chocolate and a cozy blanket on a chilly day.

I watched his hands, hands the size of saucer plates, massage the liquid soap in ways that could make a therapist jealous. The green soap turned into filmy suds and made a sinfully sticky sound. Sesshomaru stepped up an inch to turn on the faucet and the water sounded ten miles away in my ears. All I could think about was how close he was to my back and the way his eyes never left my face in the mirror.

I turned hot and cold at the same time. My skin goosebumped in rows and every hair on my body prickled to life. Several times I had to remember to breathe and I wasn't sure if the person staring back was really me looking heavily flushed, chest heaving and my arms wrapped around my torso. My lips were parted and Sesshomaru's hands were clamped down on the sink on either side of my body.

He leaned forward and sniffed my hair, face engulfed in it, "Hmm damn you smell good."

Sweet Jesus on a merry go around. Was it possible to be this close and have no bodily connection?

"Oh God," I whispered.

"I've been called that too," Sesshomaru sexily chuckled in my ear. "But I wanna hear my real name off your lips." He sighed in my ear and I nearly melted.

The door handle jingled. The idiot to open it didn't think twice about knocking because that's how rude he was. Koga paused open mouthed and cheeks rosy red. He looked at my flush face automatically assuming what he knew was going on and saw Sesshomaru's cool expression meet his. Crap, I thought Sesshomaru had locked the door.

After one final switch glance, Koga stepped back, "Oooooooo," He walked back in the hall, but I know I heard him say, "Sinning in church. God bless your horny souls."

It was all the cold water I needed to squeeze out of Sesshomaru's clutches and walk out as fast as I could without a backwards glance. I walked into Shiori and Ayame's class and stayed there the entire time. I stayed as far away from Sesshomaru as I could so my mind could lick its burns because that's exactly how I felt. Literally torched and dipped in molten lava.

Around the time Youth Services were over I was the first one to sprint out the door and hop inside the driver's seat. Miroku took his precious time talking to Naraku and Hakudoshi was stayed hiding for another ten minutes before we had all our kids and prepared to leave.

Sesshomaru came out and knocked on my window. I sighed and let it down, "What?"

He ignored my flat, irritated tone and said, "We're taking the kids to Swim Camp this weekend. I need some extra chaperones to help supervise."

Sesshomaru in swim trunks? . . . Ha! Nice try Devil, "I'm busy."

"I'll call Deacon Shikon about the details. Be here around 7 and pack for the trip. We pull off at 8."

"I said I'm busy—Hey, Hey!" Sesshomaru walked off with a swagger that said he always got what he wanted. I was a leech sucking off the sight of his plump ass in those jeans and I leaned back in my chair defeated.

Lord help me.

Sesshomaru's body, sunshine and swimming pool, meant destruction on my nerves.

Wait . . . did he say pack?

TBC: Lol Sesshomaru in swim trunks? Oh yes.