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Hey guys! its me! I know this chapter is like reaalllllyyy late, but I wanted to give you guys at least something! :3 so! I cut my chapter I was writing in half and gave you the first half as a separate chapter. :3 your welcome! ^3^ this is Sesshomaru's point of view! I just had to write it, it was too good to pass up. :3 anyway, you will be happy to know that the voting is over and the poll is closed! what was the outcome you ask? you'll have to read to find out! :D *cackles evily* muwaaahahahaa! ehem.. anyway, I do not own the charactors and I would advise that those under 18 not read this fic as it is going to get steamy later on. :3
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6-Sesshomaru's POV
Sesshomaru watched as his pretty little mate awoke and took in his surroundings, and then started to stare at him, as though he were frightened prey looking into the eyes of his doom. His mate's actions were already so submissive, Sesshomaru's eyes darkened with lust. He decided to snap his mate out of it by calling out to him.
"Mate." Sesshomaru called to the man. The man suddenly looked confused. "What is your name?" he asked. The man once again looked confused, but than a look of sudden understanding game over his mate's beautiful face and he spoke.
["I… I don't understand you.. Sir…"]
Something stirred in Sesshomaru's loins when he heard that voice. That voice should have been illegal. It sounded like pure liquid sex. So silky smooth was the baritone. He let out a low growl as he felt the demon inside him taking control. He had no clue what the man had said, only that his voice was sinful. It made his demon roar to life. His demon had control of him as he stood and stalked over to his now trembling prey, eyes darkening with lust at the trembling form, he knew they were getting redder. The smell of the man was intoxicating to the point that Sesshomaru knelt in front of him and nuzzled his neck, inhaling deeply that heady scent. He groaned, 'sooo goood' he thought. So good in fact that he also couldn't resist having a taste. He licked the delicious looking neck in front of him and could feel the shiver of pleasure that went through his mate. He growled softly in pleasure at his mates reaction. Suddenly the man he was licking jerked away and stared up at him with wide, confused onyx eyes. Sesshomaru thought the reaction to be precious. "Mine" he said, but the man once again only looked confused. It was at that moment that Sesshomaru realized that the man couldn't understand a single word he said, for he spoke another language. Probably that same strange language those abhorrent men spoke.
The man slowly got up, watching him cautiously as he did so. The man turned around to look at what he had been sleeping on. First, a surprised look appeared on his handsome face. Second, he then suddenly looked very pleased. Sesshomaru was curious as to why the man was so pleased. The man walked to the bag he had dropped –though it looked nothing like any bag he had seen before –and picked it up. He took it back over to the blossom bed Sesshomaru had mate for him and started… picking them up?... Sesshomaru raised one aristocratic eyebrow at this strange behavior.
Once all of the blossoms were in the bag, the man walked cautiously up to Sesshomaru, as if he thought he might be attacked for daring to do so. Sesshomaru had to admit though; anyone else with the audacity to walk up to him without bowing low, forehead touching the ground, in respect would have been attacked. However, this wasn't just anyone; this was his mate, and as such the man did not need to bow to him. The man took hold of his hand with a gentle touch and started leading Sesshomaru somewhere. Sesshomaru raised an aristocratic eyebrow at the man once again, curious as to where they were going.
Once they broke through the trees and dense foliage they happened upon an old castle. Sesshomaru was not impressed. His palace was far superior. It wasn't made out of grubby, crumbling, stone like this castle was; no, his palace was made of the finest ivory and marble in all of Japan, polished to perfection, for that is what he expected, perfection.
The man led Sesshomaru through the castle quickly and quietly, not giving him a chance to look around as they wound their way through the labyrinthian halls of the crumbling castle. Why was he allowing this man he didn't even know to take him somewhere unknown you ask? Well number 1, Instinct. This man was his destined mate and therefore he was wont to trust him. 2, He could take care of himself and therefore wasn't afraid. 3, and most simply; he was curious.
They soon reached a portrait, down in the bowels of the castle. If Sesshomaru hadn't been such a controlled man he would have jumped back in shock when the portrait started moving and then spoke. As it was, the only true sign of his shock was a slight widening of the eyes as the man said one word to it and it swung open. He didn't have the time to voice his curiosity at the phenomena as he was lead swiftly into the room hidden behind the painting.
His mate lead him to a peculiar thing that was shaped like a giant stair and pushed him down into a sitting position on it. Sesshomaru found that it was quite squishy and comfortable. He watched as the man went through another door, then switched his attentions to the thing upon which he was sitting. It was very strange, they had nothing like this in Japan. Obviously it was for sitting on, but unlike the pillows they sat on in Japan, it was high off the ground and very comfortable in the fact that it was easier on the legs, poofy, and had a part that supported the back. Though, Sesshomaru could see a downside to it, if one got used to sitting this way they would lose the ability to bend their legs to adequately sit on a pillow and therefore wouldn't be as flexible. Sesshomaru leaned against it and started smooshing his hands into the cushions next to him. He was quite amazed at how comfy they were.
The man came back into the room and stood in front of him. He stopped smooshing the cushions to give his mate his attention. His mate sat on the cushions he had been smooshing. The man then pointed to a vile in his hands, then to his mouth, than to Sesshomaru's mouth. Sesshomaru knew that the man was going to administer the liquid to him by way of mouth. He was not afraid of being poisoned for this man was his mate and Sesshomaru knew he had to put some trust in him. Furthermore, Sesshomaru was immune to all poisons, being a demon who could secrete the strongest of acids or poisons at will, poison and acid simply didn't affect him. So he allowed his mate to administer the liquid. The second his mate's lips touched his, he stiffened as a shock went through him, so exquisite he knew he would never be able to live without the drug of his mate again. His mate cupping the back of his head he came back to reality and opened his mouth to receive the liquid, swallowing it quickly as it tasted rather disgusting. But Sesshomaru liked the feel of his mates lips on his all too much and the second the man started pulling away, his task done, Sesshomaru gently gripped his mate's chin so he couldn't get away and deepened the kiss sensually. The man gasped, allowing Sesshomaru the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into that sensual mouth and taste his mate. He was in the middle of mapping out that delectable cavern when the man stiffened, then extricated himself from Sesshomaru's grasp quickly. He had a heavy blush on his face and was panting, looking away from him.
Sesshomaru's nose crinkled delicately at the aftertaste of the liquid that had been put in his mouth. "Whatever you put in our mouth did NOT taste pleasant."
The man smirked. "Well it worked precisely how it was meant to. We can now understand each other, and the best part is that you can still speak and understand your native language."
Sesshomaru allowed a smirk to slowly cross his features. He was quite amused when the man began to stare at him. While the man was distracted, Sesshomaru reached out and plucked the vile out of the man's hands. He thought it only fitting, that the man learn Sesshomaru's language as he had now learned the language of this man. So he simply repeated what he had witnessed the man do. He poured the remaining potion in his mouth, held it there for a second or two, gently gripped the man's face again, and transferred the potion to him. The man gave him a calculating look. Sesshomaru pressed his lips harder against the other man's lips, kissing him hotly. He slid his tongue into his mate's mouth once again, wanting to taste him. The man melted against him, moaning softly into his mouth, sending a shot of lust strait down to his loins. Sesshomaru growled softly in response. He felt his mates tongue questing in his own mouth, brushing against his fangs, causing Sesshomaru's cock to twitch with interest. Sesshomaru found fangs in his mate's mouth. It was a very arousing moment. He wondered what his mate was as he licked the fangs and promptly cut his tongue on them. He felt a shudder go through his mate and he opened his eyes just in time to see his mate do the same. His eyes were red. Sesshomaru broke the kiss and stared at the man. He saw panic flash across his mate's face.
"We wish to know the name of our mate." Sesshomaru said, still staring at the eyes that were slowly returning to their ebony color.
The man seemed to snap out of his daze. "Severus. Severus Tobias Snape is my full name, but you may call me Severus." He said rather stiffly. Then a look of shock came over his face. "Mate?!"
A smirk curled Sesshomaru's lips predatorily. "Our name is Lord Sesshomaru Inu Taisho, you may call us Sesshomaru, My Lord, or Majesty if you wish." His smirk than became sinful. "Yes, you are this Sesshomaru's mate." His eyes raked up and down Severus' body hungrily.
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