Okay, so I'm failing this whole 'writing the sex scenes for Possession' thing. Will you all forgive me if I write them for this fic? *grins charmingly* They'll be more fun in this fic anyway, I promise XD
So, here's the deal. This chapter is meant to be NC17. To follow ff.net's rules, I will not post the lemon part here. If you are wanting to read of the smut, you must go to my fanfic page (link convinently located in my profile) and read it there. If you do not want to read it, don't worry... you won't miss any major plot points. Just a lot of fun. ^.~
And please, for the love of Gubert, if you read on my page, take advantage of mah nifty review system, courtesy of my gracious host, Hunter. ^^
Props for this chapter go to: Rin, Leana, Ophelia, and Xin. ^^ Thanks loves~ you all rock. Especially mah Rin, who is a wonderful beta, cheerleader, inspiration, and lately, pimp. XD So, a quick bit of reciprocal pimping, because she deserves it muchly... go check out her fics if you haven't already! They're under the id of Sunfreak. Some really great work there, especially Things Worth Dying For. n.h;;
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Another night, sitting at his kitchen table and staring at the walls. Sesshomaru chuckled dryly. This was becoming a habit. He considered the empty bottle of sake on the table in front of him almost philosophically.
To get up for more, or to not get up. He pondered the decision, weighing the pros and cons of both. This was getting pathetic. He sighed, leaning back. The world tilted pleasantly with him.
Yes, he had become really, really pathetic. If he had run into himself back in the day, he would have killed himself out of pity and disgust. Sighing, he let his heavy eyes drift shut.
Maybe he could move again. He hadn't been out of Japan yet. Or switch professions. Or... something. Anything to be able to get away from this. Granted, he was just running away, but really what else could he do? He sighed and unsteadily got up to get another bottle of sake.
He jumped and almost dropped the it as the silence of his apartment was broken by an incessant pounding on his door. He set the bottle down on the table, wove his way to his door, noting the unpleasant way his head had begun to pound.
He wrenched the door open with a growl which quickly stuck in his throat. It was Masa. The boy pushed at him, barging into his apartment before he could even form a coherent sentence.
Sesshomaru blinked. The boy turned to face him, as he took off his shoes. His eyes were narrowed dangerously.
"Come in." He closed the door with a quiet thud, leaning against it.
What on earth was the child doing here? He cleared his throat, warily. "Can I help you?"
"What did you do to me, you bastard?" Masa glared up at him, his voice dangerous and quiet.
Sesshomaru frowned. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."
Masa leaned in, almost threateningly. "Don't play games with me Sesshomaru."
The youkai was in the process of grabbing his student's shoulders and pushing him back when his words impacted. He stared at the boy, and finally managed a whisper. "Miroku?"
"Yes." He sighed, dropping back onto his heels. "In a manner of speaking."
Sesshomaru shook his head. "How...?"
"That's what you're supposed to be telling me, youkai."
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Sesshomaru watched his houseguest warily as he wrapped his hands around a cup of bitter tea, feeling a headache coming on.
After an initial, confused explanation, they had both agreed to sit down and try to work out what happened. Masa was sitting across the table, Sesshomaru's abandoned sake cup in hand. He looked quite content as he filled it.
Sesshomaru winced, wondering vaguely what the principal would think of him allowing his sixteen year old student to drink in his apartment at two in the morning. Somehow, he was sure it wouldn't be something good.
"So, tell me again, why are you still around?"
He sighed, staring into his tea. "Demons are, more or less, immortal. Many of my kind have been killed by the humans... but a handful of us still exist. I suppose you could call us the lucky ones." He laughed then, a low bitter laugh.
"How many?" Masa's eyes were downcast, but his body was tense. Sesshomaru sighed.
"I really don't know. I don't keep in contact with them." He shrugged. "There was really no point."
"Oh." Masa contemplated this, downing more sake. "....You don't think you're lucky?"
Sesshomaru blinked, looked up. "Well, of course not. Look at it this way. I've watched the world as I knew it be destroyed, those that I considered inferior overrun my land and amass power far greater than my own, been forced to conceal my true identity due to fear of what said inferior beings might do if they discover who I am, and seen all those that I loved die, most before their time." He paused, sipping at his tea. "I've lost everything I believed in and held dear. Would you consider that lucky?"
"I suppose not." The boy sighed, unsteadily pouring himself another cup. "So... if it's still you, why do you look so different?"
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow. "You should know my human form is, after all, a facade. I do ultimately control it."
Masa nodded. "Makes sense."
Several minutes passed by in silence, both of them trying to think things through.
"Masa?"
"Mmn?"
"When did you get your memories back?"
The boy's eyes grew dark, and Sesshomaru was suddenly acutely uncomfortable. "...when you touched me."
"Oh."
Again the silence grew between them, and the youkai didn't think he had ever been so completely off balance before. The tense silence made the back of his neck prickle, and he stared down at his tea again.
Masa sighed, and he looked up to study the boy, who listed to the side slightly and stared at him with glassy eyes. Sesshomaru blinked. Surely he hadn't had -that- much sake.
The cup slid from Masa's fingers, and hit the ground, shattering. Masa leaned over to look at it stupidly and Sesshomaru groaned, standing up.
Just great. He walked over to the boy, carefully avoiding the sharp pieces, and gently pulled him boy to his feet, noting how his eyes were glazed over and his muscles completely relaxed.
Masa slumped into him, and sighed. "'m s'rry...."
Now what? He was obviously too drunk to make it home. Sesshomaru grimaced. Masa would have to spend the night. And damn, he -hated- sleeping on the couch.
Nothing else to do though. He lead the boy to his room.
Masa perched on the edge of his bed, his head cocked to the side as he watched Sesshomaru move about the small room. He blinked as the youkai shoved a large shirt into his hands.
"You can wear that."
He looked down at the shirt, nonplussed. "'m I stayin here?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Masa blinked.
"You're too drunk to get yourself home."
"'m not!"
Sesshomaru crossed his arms. "You just drank a half bottle of rather strong sake and broke my cup."
Masa flushed. ".... so?"
He sighed. "So, you're sleeping here tonight." He walked over to the closet to pull a blanket out.
"Fine." The boy sighed.
He turned around, satisfied, and his eyes widened. Masa was in the process of pulling off his jeans. His t-shirt already lay in a rumpled pile on the floor. Sesshomaru inhaled sharply. Oh dear.
He turned back to the closet, pretending sudden interest in it's contents. Oh lord, the boy just had to be beautiful, didn't he? Not that he wasn't last time. "Sesshomaru?"
"Hm?" He turned back cautiously. Masa was firmly tucked under the covers and he permitted himself a small sigh of relief.
"Thanks." Masa smiled crookedly.
Sesshomaru nodded slightly, then leaned over the boy for the spare pillow. He looked at him - Masa looked so small in his bed.
As he was drawing back, Masa reached up, caught his shoulder, and pulled him off balance. He caught himself inches from falling on top of the boy, his hands splayed out on either side of his body.
Surprisingly strong arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer and Sesshomaru felt his throat tighten. "Where do you think you're going?"
"The couch." He made each word clipped, suddenly terribly nervous. He knew that look in Masa's eyes, and it did not bode well. He was not going to fuck his student.
He was -not-. No matter how much he remembered from being Miroku, or how long it had been since Sesshomaru had taken a lover, or how much the boy thought he wanted it... no matter how damned sexy he was lying there. He wasn't. Really.
He cleared his throat, trying to look as severe as possible. "You're drunk."
"No.... I'm really not." Masa's grin turned predatory, and he leaned up to cover Sesshomaru's mouth with his own.
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Reminder: There's more of this on my fanfiction page! Check my profile for the link!
So, here's the deal. This chapter is meant to be NC17. To follow ff.net's rules, I will not post the lemon part here. If you are wanting to read of the smut, you must go to my fanfic page (link convinently located in my profile) and read it there. If you do not want to read it, don't worry... you won't miss any major plot points. Just a lot of fun. ^.~
And please, for the love of Gubert, if you read on my page, take advantage of mah nifty review system, courtesy of my gracious host, Hunter. ^^
Props for this chapter go to: Rin, Leana, Ophelia, and Xin. ^^ Thanks loves~ you all rock. Especially mah Rin, who is a wonderful beta, cheerleader, inspiration, and lately, pimp. XD So, a quick bit of reciprocal pimping, because she deserves it muchly... go check out her fics if you haven't already! They're under the id of Sunfreak. Some really great work there, especially Things Worth Dying For. n.h;;
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Another night, sitting at his kitchen table and staring at the walls. Sesshomaru chuckled dryly. This was becoming a habit. He considered the empty bottle of sake on the table in front of him almost philosophically.
To get up for more, or to not get up. He pondered the decision, weighing the pros and cons of both. This was getting pathetic. He sighed, leaning back. The world tilted pleasantly with him.
Yes, he had become really, really pathetic. If he had run into himself back in the day, he would have killed himself out of pity and disgust. Sighing, he let his heavy eyes drift shut.
Maybe he could move again. He hadn't been out of Japan yet. Or switch professions. Or... something. Anything to be able to get away from this. Granted, he was just running away, but really what else could he do? He sighed and unsteadily got up to get another bottle of sake.
He jumped and almost dropped the it as the silence of his apartment was broken by an incessant pounding on his door. He set the bottle down on the table, wove his way to his door, noting the unpleasant way his head had begun to pound.
He wrenched the door open with a growl which quickly stuck in his throat. It was Masa. The boy pushed at him, barging into his apartment before he could even form a coherent sentence.
Sesshomaru blinked. The boy turned to face him, as he took off his shoes. His eyes were narrowed dangerously.
"Come in." He closed the door with a quiet thud, leaning against it.
What on earth was the child doing here? He cleared his throat, warily. "Can I help you?"
"What did you do to me, you bastard?" Masa glared up at him, his voice dangerous and quiet.
Sesshomaru frowned. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."
Masa leaned in, almost threateningly. "Don't play games with me Sesshomaru."
The youkai was in the process of grabbing his student's shoulders and pushing him back when his words impacted. He stared at the boy, and finally managed a whisper. "Miroku?"
"Yes." He sighed, dropping back onto his heels. "In a manner of speaking."
Sesshomaru shook his head. "How...?"
"That's what you're supposed to be telling me, youkai."
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Sesshomaru watched his houseguest warily as he wrapped his hands around a cup of bitter tea, feeling a headache coming on.
After an initial, confused explanation, they had both agreed to sit down and try to work out what happened. Masa was sitting across the table, Sesshomaru's abandoned sake cup in hand. He looked quite content as he filled it.
Sesshomaru winced, wondering vaguely what the principal would think of him allowing his sixteen year old student to drink in his apartment at two in the morning. Somehow, he was sure it wouldn't be something good.
"So, tell me again, why are you still around?"
He sighed, staring into his tea. "Demons are, more or less, immortal. Many of my kind have been killed by the humans... but a handful of us still exist. I suppose you could call us the lucky ones." He laughed then, a low bitter laugh.
"How many?" Masa's eyes were downcast, but his body was tense. Sesshomaru sighed.
"I really don't know. I don't keep in contact with them." He shrugged. "There was really no point."
"Oh." Masa contemplated this, downing more sake. "....You don't think you're lucky?"
Sesshomaru blinked, looked up. "Well, of course not. Look at it this way. I've watched the world as I knew it be destroyed, those that I considered inferior overrun my land and amass power far greater than my own, been forced to conceal my true identity due to fear of what said inferior beings might do if they discover who I am, and seen all those that I loved die, most before their time." He paused, sipping at his tea. "I've lost everything I believed in and held dear. Would you consider that lucky?"
"I suppose not." The boy sighed, unsteadily pouring himself another cup. "So... if it's still you, why do you look so different?"
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow. "You should know my human form is, after all, a facade. I do ultimately control it."
Masa nodded. "Makes sense."
Several minutes passed by in silence, both of them trying to think things through.
"Masa?"
"Mmn?"
"When did you get your memories back?"
The boy's eyes grew dark, and Sesshomaru was suddenly acutely uncomfortable. "...when you touched me."
"Oh."
Again the silence grew between them, and the youkai didn't think he had ever been so completely off balance before. The tense silence made the back of his neck prickle, and he stared down at his tea again.
Masa sighed, and he looked up to study the boy, who listed to the side slightly and stared at him with glassy eyes. Sesshomaru blinked. Surely he hadn't had -that- much sake.
The cup slid from Masa's fingers, and hit the ground, shattering. Masa leaned over to look at it stupidly and Sesshomaru groaned, standing up.
Just great. He walked over to the boy, carefully avoiding the sharp pieces, and gently pulled him boy to his feet, noting how his eyes were glazed over and his muscles completely relaxed.
Masa slumped into him, and sighed. "'m s'rry...."
Now what? He was obviously too drunk to make it home. Sesshomaru grimaced. Masa would have to spend the night. And damn, he -hated- sleeping on the couch.
Nothing else to do though. He lead the boy to his room.
Masa perched on the edge of his bed, his head cocked to the side as he watched Sesshomaru move about the small room. He blinked as the youkai shoved a large shirt into his hands.
"You can wear that."
He looked down at the shirt, nonplussed. "'m I stayin here?"
"Yes."
"Why?" Masa blinked.
"You're too drunk to get yourself home."
"'m not!"
Sesshomaru crossed his arms. "You just drank a half bottle of rather strong sake and broke my cup."
Masa flushed. ".... so?"
He sighed. "So, you're sleeping here tonight." He walked over to the closet to pull a blanket out.
"Fine." The boy sighed.
He turned around, satisfied, and his eyes widened. Masa was in the process of pulling off his jeans. His t-shirt already lay in a rumpled pile on the floor. Sesshomaru inhaled sharply. Oh dear.
He turned back to the closet, pretending sudden interest in it's contents. Oh lord, the boy just had to be beautiful, didn't he? Not that he wasn't last time. "Sesshomaru?"
"Hm?" He turned back cautiously. Masa was firmly tucked under the covers and he permitted himself a small sigh of relief.
"Thanks." Masa smiled crookedly.
Sesshomaru nodded slightly, then leaned over the boy for the spare pillow. He looked at him - Masa looked so small in his bed.
As he was drawing back, Masa reached up, caught his shoulder, and pulled him off balance. He caught himself inches from falling on top of the boy, his hands splayed out on either side of his body.
Surprisingly strong arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer and Sesshomaru felt his throat tighten. "Where do you think you're going?"
"The couch." He made each word clipped, suddenly terribly nervous. He knew that look in Masa's eyes, and it did not bode well. He was not going to fuck his student.
He was -not-. No matter how much he remembered from being Miroku, or how long it had been since Sesshomaru had taken a lover, or how much the boy thought he wanted it... no matter how damned sexy he was lying there. He wasn't. Really.
He cleared his throat, trying to look as severe as possible. "You're drunk."
"No.... I'm really not." Masa's grin turned predatory, and he leaned up to cover Sesshomaru's mouth with his own.
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