Finally... finished.... *pants* x.x;;
Long time in coming. Gomen ne. *shrugs* been going through some ickyness lately, haven't felt like writing. Plus, I'm busily working on re-writing and storyboarding my one of my original fics, Ascension, to be turned into a manga! o.o! *crosses fingers* let's hope it turns out goood. n.n;
Anyway, beta thanks for this chapter go to Colin and tdei, and inspiration rights to go mah darlink hubby Rin, who needs to get off her butt and update TWDF! *whimpers, goes into withdrawals*
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Miroku woke up with a start, disoriented, his heart racing. Something wasn't right. He was curled up next to a very warm body. Looking up, he stared at the sleeping demon whose arms were loosely wrapped around him.
Oh yea. He had spent the night with Sesshomaru. He relaxed and grinned, tucking his loose hair behind his ears.
It wasn't half bad, either, he had to give the old man some credit.
He glanced at the clock as he cautiously slid out of Sesshomaru's grasp, trying not to wake the youkai. Fuck, it was almost six am already. It was a wonder that Sesshomaru wasn't up already. The centuries must be taking a toll on his endurance, Miroku surmised with a small grin. He quickly gathered his wrinkled clothing up off the floor and got dressed, then pulled back his hair absentmindedly.
He wondered if he had been missed, as he made his way through the apartment, peeking back at Sesshomaru to make sure he was still asleep. Probably not. Masa's parents weren't exactly the observant types. He pulled on his shoes as quietly as he could, and slipped out the door.
He didn't really feel like being there when the youkai woke up.
The air outside was hazy and a bit chilly. Miroku breathed deeply, tasting it as he stretched. He winced as tense muscles protested, then turned his attention to the things around him. A few people were on the street with him, going about their business.
His hands were cold, and he shoved them into his pockets. What to do today? He thought briefly about school, then discarded that idea with a smile. Why go to school when he could actually have some fun?
But what to do? There were so many possibilities... he turned them over in his head, considering. And then, suddenly, a smile flitted over his lips. Maybe making an appearance at school might actually be one of the finest forms of entertainment to be had here. Provided, of course, that he made some preparations.
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Sesshomaru packed his things, thanking all the deities he could think of that the day was over. It felt as if it had taken ages, as if several extra hours had been slipped in without his students noticing.
Ever since Masa hadn't shown up, he had gotten this sinking feeling. Worry tugged at his mind, made him slow, lethargic. Well, that and a simple lack of sleep, he admitted, snorting slightly.
Honestly, though, he was worried about Masa. Had the boy made it home all right? And why did he leave so early? Perhaps he was regretting it. Sesshomaru grew cold at that thought. What if he -was- regretting it? Would he cry rape?
Though he could certainly avoid any real repercussions from something like that, it would be damned inconvenient if the boy did. He'd have to withdraw from teaching, that was certain, and possibly go into seclusion for a few years until the whole mess blew over.
He sighed, feeling a faint headache coming on. What had possessed him to take advantage of Masa like that? Granted, the boy had been the aggressor. He smiled slightly. Miroku always -had- been a bit forward in that way. He remembered a certain time in a hot spring...
Ah, but a digression like that was liable to get him into trouble. If he wasn't already, that is. He cast a glance around the classroom, a hand on the door. His eyes found Masa's habitual seat, rested there for a second as he frowned.
He shook his head slightly as he opened the door, trying to clear it of his confusion. When he looked up, his breath caught in his throat and he froze.
Masa stood there, leaning against the wall of the hall, a decidedly evil smirk on his face.
"Hey," he drawled, and Sesshomaru felt his mouth go dry. Masa peeked out from behind small sunglasses, and he was wearing something that was definitely not the school uniform.
Sesshomaru had to clear his throat, and even then, he half-expected it to close up when he spoke. "Masa... you weren't in class today."
"I was busy." Entirely too kissable lips curved up in a half smile, as Masa reached into his pocket, pulling out something that he tossed at Sesshomaru. "I didn't think you'd really mind."
Sesshomaru caught it, looking at it in disbelief. His eyes snapped up to Masa's in shock, and then he whipped his head to look in either direction, making sure the hall was clear. Masa had just thrown him a bottle of lube. His brain ground to a halt while trying to process the implications of that.
He was still processing when the boy grabbed his arm purposefully and dragged him down the hall, pausing only to wrench open the door of a custodial closet, shove Sesshomaru through it, and close it behind them.
Any coherent thoughts he might have vocalized at that point were cut off by a hungry mouth and a pair of quick hands that worked at the buttons of his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders within moments.
With a groan, he leaned into the kiss, drawing it deeper, his hands working between them, pulling at Masa's clothes.
--=--
Miroku's head whirled with pleasure as Sesshomaru pushed him roughly back against the door and pulled his shirt up and over his head. A hot mouth slid over his neck, pressing hot, almost violent kisses to it. He could feel the scrape teeth and caress of tongue and knew that he'd have bruises to hide tomorrow. He moaned as he wound his arms around Sesshomaru's waist, pulling him as close as he could.
It felt so good to be back, he thought as slightly pointed fingernails slid down his chest, stroking, making him close his eyes in pleasure. The youkai seemed to know all the right places to touch, as he always had, to make him shiver.
It was so damn good to be back here with him.
He stroked his hands up the warm, bare skin of Sesshomaru's back, arching up to him as the demon's hands paused on the button of his pants.
"You're so beautiful," Sesshomaru whispered, pausing to stare at him in the dim light.
Miroku closed his eyes against the words. For some reason, they made him want to shatter with happiness - and fear.
He didn't want this to turn out like it did last time. He couldn't screw up again. This time, he would make sure it was perfect.
"Beautiful... and mine." The youkai leaned in to nip at his lips. "Mine forever."
He sighed, trembling. His head was still spinning, faster now, trying to pull him down. He felt drunk. Dying.
Miroku knew he shouldn't ask, should try to center himself before even trying, but he couldn't resist. "Say it again? Please..." He sighed, chest feeling heavy.
"Forever," Sesshomaru breathed, and he could feel himself lose control. Shuddering, he buried his head in the youkai's shoulder, and let himself be pulled under.
Masa's eyes fluttered open, feeling gentle lips pressed to his hair, warm hands tracing idle, sensuous patterns on the skin of his stomach.
He drew away and looked up to the shadowed face of Hiroshige-sensei.
What the... he gasped as the teacher leaned down to catch his mouth in a gentle, hot kiss.
It was different than the few times he had been brave enough to kiss Sana. Wilder, more knowledgeable. It made him tremble, instinctively knowing that this was heading somewhere that he wasn't ready to go.
He pulled away, focusing on his breaths, which came out in short pants. His heart was beating much too fast. He whimpered, feeling Hiroshige-sensei's fingers slide under the waistband of his pants.
This couldn't be happening. He pushed at Hiroshige-sensei as hard as he could, forcing the larger man to take a step back.
"Miroku...?" The teacher's voice was concerned, and his hand raised up to his arm in a light, soothing caress.
"What did you call me?" Masa whispered, a sick feeling growing in his stomach. He remembered something about that name, something vaguely menacing.
Hiroshige-sensei frowned. "Miroku, what's wrong?"
Suddenly, all he wanted was to be far away. Masa's hand slid along the door behind him, searching for the knob desperately, wrenching it open. The door fell outwards, and he stumbled out into the well-lit hall.
Long time in coming. Gomen ne. *shrugs* been going through some ickyness lately, haven't felt like writing. Plus, I'm busily working on re-writing and storyboarding my one of my original fics, Ascension, to be turned into a manga! o.o! *crosses fingers* let's hope it turns out goood. n.n;
Anyway, beta thanks for this chapter go to Colin and tdei, and inspiration rights to go mah darlink hubby Rin, who needs to get off her butt and update TWDF! *whimpers, goes into withdrawals*
--==--
Miroku woke up with a start, disoriented, his heart racing. Something wasn't right. He was curled up next to a very warm body. Looking up, he stared at the sleeping demon whose arms were loosely wrapped around him.
Oh yea. He had spent the night with Sesshomaru. He relaxed and grinned, tucking his loose hair behind his ears.
It wasn't half bad, either, he had to give the old man some credit.
He glanced at the clock as he cautiously slid out of Sesshomaru's grasp, trying not to wake the youkai. Fuck, it was almost six am already. It was a wonder that Sesshomaru wasn't up already. The centuries must be taking a toll on his endurance, Miroku surmised with a small grin. He quickly gathered his wrinkled clothing up off the floor and got dressed, then pulled back his hair absentmindedly.
He wondered if he had been missed, as he made his way through the apartment, peeking back at Sesshomaru to make sure he was still asleep. Probably not. Masa's parents weren't exactly the observant types. He pulled on his shoes as quietly as he could, and slipped out the door.
He didn't really feel like being there when the youkai woke up.
The air outside was hazy and a bit chilly. Miroku breathed deeply, tasting it as he stretched. He winced as tense muscles protested, then turned his attention to the things around him. A few people were on the street with him, going about their business.
His hands were cold, and he shoved them into his pockets. What to do today? He thought briefly about school, then discarded that idea with a smile. Why go to school when he could actually have some fun?
But what to do? There were so many possibilities... he turned them over in his head, considering. And then, suddenly, a smile flitted over his lips. Maybe making an appearance at school might actually be one of the finest forms of entertainment to be had here. Provided, of course, that he made some preparations.
--==--
Sesshomaru packed his things, thanking all the deities he could think of that the day was over. It felt as if it had taken ages, as if several extra hours had been slipped in without his students noticing.
Ever since Masa hadn't shown up, he had gotten this sinking feeling. Worry tugged at his mind, made him slow, lethargic. Well, that and a simple lack of sleep, he admitted, snorting slightly.
Honestly, though, he was worried about Masa. Had the boy made it home all right? And why did he leave so early? Perhaps he was regretting it. Sesshomaru grew cold at that thought. What if he -was- regretting it? Would he cry rape?
Though he could certainly avoid any real repercussions from something like that, it would be damned inconvenient if the boy did. He'd have to withdraw from teaching, that was certain, and possibly go into seclusion for a few years until the whole mess blew over.
He sighed, feeling a faint headache coming on. What had possessed him to take advantage of Masa like that? Granted, the boy had been the aggressor. He smiled slightly. Miroku always -had- been a bit forward in that way. He remembered a certain time in a hot spring...
Ah, but a digression like that was liable to get him into trouble. If he wasn't already, that is. He cast a glance around the classroom, a hand on the door. His eyes found Masa's habitual seat, rested there for a second as he frowned.
He shook his head slightly as he opened the door, trying to clear it of his confusion. When he looked up, his breath caught in his throat and he froze.
Masa stood there, leaning against the wall of the hall, a decidedly evil smirk on his face.
"Hey," he drawled, and Sesshomaru felt his mouth go dry. Masa peeked out from behind small sunglasses, and he was wearing something that was definitely not the school uniform.
Sesshomaru had to clear his throat, and even then, he half-expected it to close up when he spoke. "Masa... you weren't in class today."
"I was busy." Entirely too kissable lips curved up in a half smile, as Masa reached into his pocket, pulling out something that he tossed at Sesshomaru. "I didn't think you'd really mind."
Sesshomaru caught it, looking at it in disbelief. His eyes snapped up to Masa's in shock, and then he whipped his head to look in either direction, making sure the hall was clear. Masa had just thrown him a bottle of lube. His brain ground to a halt while trying to process the implications of that.
He was still processing when the boy grabbed his arm purposefully and dragged him down the hall, pausing only to wrench open the door of a custodial closet, shove Sesshomaru through it, and close it behind them.
Any coherent thoughts he might have vocalized at that point were cut off by a hungry mouth and a pair of quick hands that worked at the buttons of his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders within moments.
With a groan, he leaned into the kiss, drawing it deeper, his hands working between them, pulling at Masa's clothes.
--=--
Miroku's head whirled with pleasure as Sesshomaru pushed him roughly back against the door and pulled his shirt up and over his head. A hot mouth slid over his neck, pressing hot, almost violent kisses to it. He could feel the scrape teeth and caress of tongue and knew that he'd have bruises to hide tomorrow. He moaned as he wound his arms around Sesshomaru's waist, pulling him as close as he could.
It felt so good to be back, he thought as slightly pointed fingernails slid down his chest, stroking, making him close his eyes in pleasure. The youkai seemed to know all the right places to touch, as he always had, to make him shiver.
It was so damn good to be back here with him.
He stroked his hands up the warm, bare skin of Sesshomaru's back, arching up to him as the demon's hands paused on the button of his pants.
"You're so beautiful," Sesshomaru whispered, pausing to stare at him in the dim light.
Miroku closed his eyes against the words. For some reason, they made him want to shatter with happiness - and fear.
He didn't want this to turn out like it did last time. He couldn't screw up again. This time, he would make sure it was perfect.
"Beautiful... and mine." The youkai leaned in to nip at his lips. "Mine forever."
He sighed, trembling. His head was still spinning, faster now, trying to pull him down. He felt drunk. Dying.
Miroku knew he shouldn't ask, should try to center himself before even trying, but he couldn't resist. "Say it again? Please..." He sighed, chest feeling heavy.
"Forever," Sesshomaru breathed, and he could feel himself lose control. Shuddering, he buried his head in the youkai's shoulder, and let himself be pulled under.
Masa's eyes fluttered open, feeling gentle lips pressed to his hair, warm hands tracing idle, sensuous patterns on the skin of his stomach.
He drew away and looked up to the shadowed face of Hiroshige-sensei.
What the... he gasped as the teacher leaned down to catch his mouth in a gentle, hot kiss.
It was different than the few times he had been brave enough to kiss Sana. Wilder, more knowledgeable. It made him tremble, instinctively knowing that this was heading somewhere that he wasn't ready to go.
He pulled away, focusing on his breaths, which came out in short pants. His heart was beating much too fast. He whimpered, feeling Hiroshige-sensei's fingers slide under the waistband of his pants.
This couldn't be happening. He pushed at Hiroshige-sensei as hard as he could, forcing the larger man to take a step back.
"Miroku...?" The teacher's voice was concerned, and his hand raised up to his arm in a light, soothing caress.
"What did you call me?" Masa whispered, a sick feeling growing in his stomach. He remembered something about that name, something vaguely menacing.
Hiroshige-sensei frowned. "Miroku, what's wrong?"
Suddenly, all he wanted was to be far away. Masa's hand slid along the door behind him, searching for the knob desperately, wrenching it open. The door fell outwards, and he stumbled out into the well-lit hall.