Author's Rant: Geez, it's been so long. . .


The Seme's Voice, the Uke's Response


Yeah, oh yeah Inuyasha knew that look like the back of his hand. It had that 'come heathen so I can eat your ass alive' kind of glow. The signals were snaking through his nervous system like an electrified highway.

See, the thing is, even with him being the Master Uke, not even he was immune to the effects of the Seme's Lethal Leer. No uke was actually. There were two ways to counter it; the first was hitting them with the dreaded N word, but that weapon was too powerful to be thrown around so thoughtlessly.

Someone could get hurt.

The other method was turning to face the Seme with the casual poise of someone who had better things to do.

That's what Inuyasha did when he finished washing his hands at the kitchen sink. He turned to face his Master Seme husband and leveled him with a bored expression.

"Dinner was great," Inuyasha started smoothly. He shrugged a little. "We should've added a little more cheese in the spaghetti though. Could've added that extra zest, ya know?"

Sesshomaru's leer morphed into a cooler, sharper gaze. His plump lips settled into a crooked smirk as he leaned his shoulder on the kitchen doorframe. "Indeed. . . I agree. Zest is a little something that we both could use a little of."

Yeah . . . well . . . ok. Didn't know he was going to use that tone of voice. Inuyasha was quick on his toes though. It was a challenge living with each other every day, considering their reputations. No matter what trick the seme drew, Inuyasha was ready to counteract with something else.

Inuyasha maintained full eye contact. His eyes gradually darkened, the irises shimmering seductively and reflectively from the stove's overhead lighting. He tilted his head to the side, granting a few strands of hair some purchase on his cheek and over his right eye; hauntingly mysterious and silently alluring.

Sesshomaru sighed and stubbornly turned his head to the side, defeated.

"Damn you, hanyou."

Inuyasha smirked victoriously. "That's what happens when you play a game you ain't ready for." The hanyou saucily slipped from the sink and sashayed pass, but not without clipping Sesshomaru's chin with his claw. "Best remember who rules who in this house, Sesshomaru. Without this," he patted his ass, "you wouldn't survive for long." Inuyasha tip toed up to place a slow, open mouth kiss on his love's cheek and walked out.

"Be that as it may, you would find yourself in a particularly difficult position as well without me," said Sesshomaru.

"How's that?"

"Well," Sesshomaru followed behind Inuyasha, heading upstairs to their bedroom, "were it not for me, who would stimulate you at night?"

"My hand."

"It can only go so far until you want something filling this," Sesshomaru cupped a portion of Inuyasha's ass and squeezed, "with this" With one good pat of his crotch, Sesshomaru left his younger husband there, thinking and shrugging.

"Touché."


What was this weird feeling overcoming Sango? It was so hard to think straight, her stomach felt like it was submerging under water and her face felt flushed with warmth.

It all started when she pulled Ayame to the side to discuss what they'd been learning so far in class. The female uke realized too late what a mistake that was. Ayame hadn't had a chance to speak to Sango in weeks due to the professors preferring that any interaction between the students were kept minimum.

Well, the teachers weren't here and Sango was. So . . . opportunities like this were rarely given. And who was Ayame to look a gifted ape in the mouth?

Ayame led her to a designated part of the hall that was cornered off from the entrance. Sango made her way in front of her seme, unaware of the dangerous aura radiating from the wolf demon. She circled the bin and didn't see Ayame closing off any escape to class.

The wolf demon smirked with predatory glee when Sango turned around and found herself trapped.

"You haven't called, you haven't text, why is that?" Ayame whispered above Sango's cleavage.

This was where Sango was now, unable to remember how to breathe and focused solely on the way Ayame's voice seemed to creep through her pores.

Sango pursed her lips tight. Ayame was brushing her pointy nose against satiny soft skin and inhaling the Dove Powder Body Wash in deep, rumbling inhalations.

"You're going to get us in trouble, Aya'. T-this is highly inappropriate," Sango managed to say between short pants.

"I like inappropriate trouble; that's the kind of thrill I get when I look at you, sweetie." Ayame settled in closer, nestling her face in the crooked of Sango's neck and massaging her crotch against hers. "Sango, Sango, you're so beautiful girl. I need you."

Sango couldn't understand why she felt so weak in the knees. Her heart was thumping fast; her eyesight was getting blurry and it all seemed to originate from that enchantingly husky voice penetrating her eardrums.

"We can't, someone will see."

"Then they'll see who you belong too." Ayame kissed and sucked a piece of skin before saying, "Say who's body this is, Sango. Tell me who envelopes your body in sweet ecstasy. Say I'm the only one who licks that pussy till you're wet with cum."

Corrosions of goosebumps pebbled on Sango's skin. She pressed as hard as she could against the wall, failing miserably to escape her seme's clutches. Ayame merely closed whatever gap Sango tried to create by sticking the ball of her knee under Sango's vagina.

"Say my name, Sango."

"I . . . I. . . Oh!" Sango's entire body jolted. Ayame's fangs grazed delicately her skin like thread needles over a silk.

"I said, say my name."

"Aya'. . . A-Aya—"

"I think not!"

The girls were separated without warning. Sango—who silently thanked God for the intervention—was tucked safely beside Mr. Inuyasha. His arm wrapped protectively around her middle while he backed them toward the class, bright gold eyes glaring evilly at Ayame to keep her distance.

"I suggest you get your hot coochie ass to class," Inuyasha snapped, "before I give you the same kind of treatment as Ryura. Unless you wanna feel that word scorch your pussy to ashes, by all means, stay right there and try me!"

Ayame locked up from head to toe. "No-no, Mr. Inuyasha. I'm terribly sorry sir." She bowed at the waist and snuck a pouty look at Sango before scurrying off to class.

Inuyasha sucked his teeth when the young demon disappeared inside the seme classroom. The tension in his muscles relaxed and he could finally let out the air he'd had stored in his lungs. Fuck, this was getting too hard to maintain. This was the third incident where he'd nearly lost a uke student to the charms of a seme. At this rate, he was bound to lose one of them before the semester was over.

He'd let his guard down when it came to Sango because she was one of the studies he could see a little of himself in, but it made him realize that even a smart student like her was capable of being hypnotized by an experienced seme.

"Come on," he mumbled, urging her down the hall. Sango was silent, with her head bowed to the floor and her arms fastened around her books. Inuyasha cupped her shoulder. "I'm not angry, if that's what you're thinking."

"I'd feel terrible if you weren't angry," Sango softly said. "You invest so much of your time into us only to have those like me get seduced by a seme."

"You're only a student Sango. I can't expect you to have your defenses in full gear until the end of the semester. Am I disappointed, perhaps, but I'm just glad I managed to catch you in time before you said her name."

Sango stared up at her professor, confused. "What would happen if I said her name?"

"That is actually today's lesson." Inuyasha ushered Sango inside the classroom and locked the door. Everyone was present and accounted for. Good. This lesson was going to be one that everyone needed to hear. "Good morning class."

"Good morning Professor Kurosaki!"

"Class, today's lesson will be brief because of certain events from a few minutes ago." He made sure to make eye contact with everyone, barring Sango. "After this, next week I'll teach you all the Uke's ultimate weapon. It's been tested and perfected by yours truly. Seme scientists have worked diligently for over fifty years to work through the formula that causes the stiffening reaction in Semes from this technique. Nevertheless, that's a lesson for next week. Today's lesson will be based on the seme's voice." Inuyasha circled around his desk to his marker board and wrote down three words.

Sultry

Enticing

Exotic

"OK," he started after sitting on the edge of his edge. "Can anyone tell me the definition to each of these words?"

Shippo raised his hand. "Sultry is being attractive in a way that suggests a passionate nature."

"Very good. And enticing?"

Sango shyly held up her hand for this one. "To attract or tempt by offering pleasure."

"Well done, now exotic."

Tskuyomaru held up his hand and answered, "Strikingly unusual, excitedly different or mysterious."

Inuyasha nodded his head, impressed with the answers. "These are the three levels of evolution a seme's voice goes through before working their hypnotic charm on your minds. However, and please make a note of this; this technique is very flawed." Inuyasha stood up, shoving his hands in his khaki pants pockets and started walking around the classroom. "Does anyone have an idea of what that flaw can be?"

"Wording?" InuTaisho tried.

"Not exactly, as far as we're all concerned a seme is able to say exactly what they want to fit each individual uke's desires. Kind of like how emperor penguins have a special song for their mates. Good guess though. Anyone else?"

"Distance, perhaps?" said Miroku. "I don't think a seme's voice has enough audibility unless provoked through territorial means."

"Bingo!" Inuyasha gladly praised. "Distance is the key. A seme has to be within close range in order to work their sultry effects on you, heist the whisper. In order for their voices to gain effect, they'll need to get close enough to where a uke can feel as well as hear every word said. Only seventeen percent of semes recorded have been able to use a sultry method from more than three feet away." Namely, Sesshomaru, but Inuyasha wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction. "Now, we'll get to the enticing part, where the actual wording comes into play," he said pointedly to InuTaisho. "A seme's mental capacity can exceed a normal person's brain power by three fold when it comes to seducing a uke. There are two hundred and seventy-seven thoughts racing through their minds per second and out of those thoughts, two hundred and sixty of them are strategic ways to ensnare you within their grasp."

The classroom scared a collective gasp.

"I know, pretty scary huh?" Inuyasha chuckled. "Don't worry. Around this time, you're all expected to succumb to a Seme's Lethal Leer, but a way to counter that is with your adorableness. Cuteness outweighs sexiness any time of the fucking day." Inuyasha picked up a pen and casually twisted it between his hands. "It has to be worked properly of course, and yes I know I'm off track with the lesson, but this will only take a second. Let's see, let's see." Inuyasha glanced around the classroom and shrugged. No, he wouldn't need any volunteers. Besides they wouldn't know the exact way to get their eyes right.

"Watch me." Inuyasha clipped his pen in his yellow polo shirt and stood in front of the class. He cleared his face of all expressions and gradually manifested the Ador-lure, or Adorable Lure. The uke students were very impressed and jotted down a hundred notes on what Mr. Kurosaki did to make his face so perfectly adorable. "Anytime you find yourself matched up with a seme's lethal leer, remember to tilt your head innocently and slowly, not fast, lower your eyes. It helps if you're in sunlight to outshine their darkness, but so long as you let your hair add to the effect, you should be fine. Now back to business."

Inuyasha went back to stalking around the classroom. "Enticing is tempting you with the advantage of what they'll do to you if you just let them sample your goods." Inuyasha shook his head. "You must rise above this and see their lies for what they are; just a faster way to get into your pants. The most popular enticing phrases are I want to taste you. You'd feel so good underneath me. Damn, you smell sweet. I love your body so much. Imagine how good I'll feel inside you. How badly do you want me? You're so fine baby, you make me wanna cum. You make me feel so wet for you. Just to say a few and the list goes on."

"Now, for the exotic part—and if you've made it this far, you're in danger of being butt-hurt or vaginally sore. Exotic is when they work their bodies into play. We're all healthy red-blooded creatures and as such, we're bound to be lured into wanting to feel their bodies against ours. We want to feel that aligned completion and don't feel bad if you do. It's perfectly natural, but you need to resist this." Inuyasha shook his head. "Don't let yourself get caught up. You need to think through it. Clear your mind, then clear your throat and then you say what any uke says in order to escape."

Inuyasha took a deep breath and said, "What do I get to do to you?"

All the students shared a look.

Hiten raised his hand. "What good would that do?"

"It'll sterilize their minds for exactly twelve seconds. Everything shuts down like a rundown factory within that time span and that's when you use your chance to escape, but be forewarned. A seme will ask you questions during the exotic stage. You must not answer them and above all else, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT say their names. Once you do, you've lost yourself to their power and there's nothing you can do to save yourself."

The school bell rung. Inuyasha checked his watch and frowned. "Alright class, next week we'll start on that special lesson I've told you about. Come prepared and attendance is mandatory. Homework assignments will be on your PAWS account and this week's quiz. I expect to see participation at a hundred percent. Class dismissed."


"Did you get her to say your name?"

Ayame bowed her head. "No sir."

Sesshomaru folded his arms, the epic image of a stern teacher about to reprimand his student. "You do realize what a failure this will come off as to your fellow classmates don't you?"

Ayame nodded timidly. "I understand, sir. But," she lifted her head, "Mr. Kurosaki threatened to do to me what he did to Ryura and I didn't want that to happen to me too!"

Sesshomaru restrained the need to flinch at the very mention of that fatal word. How dare Inuyasha threaten to use that term again against one of Sesshomaru's own students. Sesshomaru encouraged his students to go out and seduce the pathetic uke students. If they couldn't even get close enough to break through their defenses, he assigned them an essay detailing how they managed to botch up another attempt.

However, it wasn't worth the expense of losing his students' libidos. He really, really hadn't wanted to do this, but . . . it was time for Sesshomaru to put his experiment to the test. It's a technique he's worked on for years and have never tried because there haven't been enough evidence to back up the proof. He'd tried it once on Inuyasha, very subtly, and the hanyou hadn't known how or what happened to him.

Sesshomaru kept the incident a secret.

Until now.

It seems there was going to be another heavy lesson to teach his students next week.

"Go have a sit," he ordered to Ayame before turning to face the class. Sesshomaru removed his reading classes to massage between his eyes. "This session will be very brief. I have other matters to address that pertain to your lesson for next week. Therefore, I'll ask you if anyone's familiar with how much your voice works in your favor?"

No one raised his or her hand.

Sesshomaru hadn't expected them too. Wait, why was Kohaku raising his . . . oh. He still thinks he's a seme. "Yes Kohaku?"

"I know a little bit sir. Like, I know that if you manipulative your voice tone you're able to work a mental hypnotism on the uke's that places them in a state of simulating confusion."

Damn, little ingrate was good. "That's correct, Kohaku. However, we do have a flaw with this skill and that's distance. You see, in order for our power to weave into the threads of a uke's mind, we must ensure that all five of their senses are employed with the words we whisper in their ear. When a seme talks, we never raise our voice. Never. We don't need to. We're able to get our point across without needing to yell it, save for when we have to scare off potential competition, but even then the chances are slim. We're physical reactors by nature, not verbal. Our bodies perform a language that reflects to what will enchant whatever uke you're aiming for."

Sesshomaru slipped his glasses back on after cleaning off a smudge print. "Our voices are something we've had to work at mastering for generations because of our nature to be the silent, brooding type. Our attraction is what commands our audience, but we had no voices. Therefore, we cultivated ourselves to the point where it's used as a tool to seduce our ukes. A uke is easy to capture when your lips have made physical contact with their body. Where on the body is extremely important. Try to go for the neck, center of the stomach, shoulders, but above all else, you must get your lips on their ear. It's the fastest method known to sink your audible desires into their frontal lobe."

"This is where your psychological skills come into play. You're hypnotizing your prey into trusting you with lies of great sex, gifts, telling them how beautiful they are and what you'll do if they cave into the pleasure. If you can manage to get them to say your name, the plan is complete and you're ready to perform the necessary requirements to fuck your uke."

Naraku raised his hand. "Do ukes have a way to counter this?"

"Yes, they'll ask you what they'll get in exchange for their services and when that happens our mental functions are suspended to the point of where our bodily functions cease to cooperate. We don't expect a uke to have enough sense to ask questions. The odds of that happening are forty percent. Our success rate has staggered from eighty percent over the last decade." Sesshomaru checked the wall clock. This was long enough. "I'll end today's session thirty minutes early. Listen to me very carefully. Next week will be a test of your endurance. I'm going to expose you to that word—"

The whole class groaned and sunk into their chairs nervously.

"Silence!" Sesshomaru snapped. "As much as I can't stand to hear the mere utter of that negativity, it's to ready you for when it happens. But," he held up a single finger," this is still in the experimental stage . . . but I think I may know how to encounter the word-that-mustn't-be-spoken."

Kikyo's hand shot up in the air. "Is there really a way to save ourselves in case that happens?"

"Indeed, there may be."

The entire class became abuzz with excitement.

"Yes, yes, as fun as this may sound, it won't be easy. It's only a theory. There are a small few ukes who I know won't be so easily effected by this skill, so I must have another week to perfect it before teaching it to you."

"And who are those ukes, Professor Kurosaki?"

Sesshomaru sighed long and hard. "Some of them you've seen when they were younger. The videos, if you recall, were merely reenacted footages done by trained professors based on their personal experiences. Those ukes are some of the few who I worry will be immune to this skill: Joey Wheeler, Sora, Naruto Uzumaki, Ichigo Kurosaki—no relation— Light, Harry J. Potter, and the final two are ukes who have been known to counter every known submission experiment ever produced. . . Vegeta . . . and Inuyasha." However, Sesshomaru wouldn't lose hope.

That one time, that one single time he'd tested his theory on Inuyasha while they were college still haunted Sesshomaru's mind. In that brief instant, the effects and swapped places and Inuyasha had ended up paralyzed. It was so brief that Sesshomaru hadn't been sure it'd worked, but now he was certain that with further testing, he might have found a way to break through a uke's ultimate defense.

"Be ready for next week's defense lesson. There will be no homework assignments given. This is to ensure you have as less stress as possible. I do expect to see everyone at next week's session. Any questions?" No one raised his or her hands. "If no one has anything else to offer, you're free to go. Class dismissed."