A bit short, compared to my regular chapters, but this one is highly transitional, and a lot happens. ^^ I know I promised sex0r... sorry, Sessychan wasn't going along with my little scheme. Blame him, not me!
Thanks to uberbeta and best twinchan ever, Colin. *blows kissus and glitter*
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Sesshomaru slowly pulled away from the kiss, suppressing a low groan.
Shit, shit, shit. He tried to work his hands between them, to push the smaller boy back. This couldn't be healthy in the slightest. Masa's lips fluttered against his throat, gentle, not quite certain.
He was just a child.
"Masa." His voice was quiet but firm. The voice that he had once used to command armies of youkai. It was certainly enough to get the human child's attention, who looked up into his eyes, startled.
Sesshomaru watched him for a long second, noting the anger, the confusion and uncertainty that clouded his expression. "Masa, I can't."
Masa sat back on the youkai's knees, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Can't or won't?"
Sesshomaru reached up to brush a few strands of hair back from Masa's face, noting how he flinched just slightly. He shook his head. "Fine, won't then. Masa, you're too-"
"Young? That's funny, it didn't seem to bother you last time you fucked me."
He couldn't help wince. Of course it had bothered him... but then, "Damnit, you think I wanted this?"
"I think it's exactly what you wanted. Or, did you actually have a half second of angst before taking advantage of me?"
"That's not what happened." Masa obviously didn't believe his protestations, and the youkai growled slightly. "-He- attacked me, first of all, and secondly I tried to tell him no. But damnit, I-"
"You what?"
Sesshomaru shook his head, clenching his jaw slightly, and looking to the side. "Nothing." He was done talking about it, thinking about it. The past was done.
"Say it."
He had to stop this, before it went too far. It really already had, he was saying too much, feeling too much, and he wanted to talk, and talk... to babble about everything until there was nothing left to say, and that was a very very bad idea and... In desperation, he leaned up to the boy, crushing their lips together.
It was a rough kiss, just shy of bruising, and Masa squeaked in surprise, a hand automatically raising to cup Sesshomaru's chin. But he didn't pull away... instead he leaned into it.
He realized somewhere in the middle of the kiss that he had just thrown himself back into the exact thing that he was trying to prevent. It was like a bucket of ice water thrown over him, and he shoved Masa back, practically throwing the boy off of him.
Masa blinked at him in shock, bend back over the edge of the table, hand half-in Sesshomaru's overturned cup, the sake pooling on the table.
"No." He looked up into Masa's shocked, angry, dark eyes, and pushed himself back and up, the chair tilting precariously. He was shaking slightly.
"No?" The word was drawn out, slow and disbelieving. Almost disdainful. The boy tossed his head, sending his hair flying. "He doesn't love you, you know. He never loved you."
"He was just using you. Like you used me."
He clenched his fists, suddenly filled with rage, blood thundering through his veins. He wanted to... no. Calm down. Breathe slowly. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gain control of himself.
Time to get rid of the boy. "Masa, you have to leave now."
"No." He looked up to see Masa cross his arms, glaring.
He wouldn't be able to move the boy with words, he realized. Sesshomaru clenched his jaw on his anger. "Fine. Stay here then. I'll leave."
A hand caught at his sleeve as he headed for the door, and he shook it off immediately.
It was only much later that he even thought about what he was doing.
He had lost himself as much as he could, wandering down streets, not even paying attention to where he was going. Heading west, avoiding trains, avoiding crowds. His progress was painfully slow, but he was already far away from his apartment and Masa.
Running away, again. His lip curled slightly in disgust.
This human life had made him so disgustingly weak. He had let himself become bound by their laws, their taboos, their emotions. Stupid.
And all that could be traced back to the damned priest's influence.
He growled slightly to himself, not even noticing how his nails dug into his palm as he clenched his fists.
What kind of dimwitted inbred youkai lord lost his head over a human, for god's sake? Especially the baby reincarnation of a human -priest-.
God, this city went on forever, and it made his skin crawl. He wanted desperately to be away from everything, to never see another human again in his life.
"Sesshomaru?"
The voice was feminine, rich and lovely, and made him pause involuntarily, casting a glance to his left.
Wide, dark eyes framed by long, glossy hair stared back at him. And though older than he remembered, the face was still quite familiar.
"Fancy meeting you here," she said softly as her lips quirked up in a smile
"Kagome."
"For a moment, I thought you might have forgotten. It's been a long time for you, hasn't it?"
He shrugged, an irritable roll of his shoulders. "Not long enough. If you'll forgive me, I'm not interested in reminiscing about the past anymore. Especially not with my brother's human wench."
She laughed then, covering her mouth, eyes half-closing. "Oh, Sesshomaru, I'm glad to see that your manners have improved."
He growled, turning away.
"Tell Miroku that I miss him, won't you?"
Sesshomaru stopped cold, spinning to look at the suddenly sober Kagome. "Miroku is dead, wench."
She smiled again, sad and wistful. "I know..." She shook her head, "But being dead isn't keeping him from interfering with the living, is it?"
The youkai stared at her, and she sighed. "I know you probably don't care, but I think we should talk. If we don't do something, the situation could get worse and..." she trailed off, eyes distant.
He waited for a second, but she didn't finish her sentence. Finally, he nodded, slowly. "Perhaps we should."
Thanks to uberbeta and best twinchan ever, Colin. *blows kissus and glitter*
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Sesshomaru slowly pulled away from the kiss, suppressing a low groan.
Shit, shit, shit. He tried to work his hands between them, to push the smaller boy back. This couldn't be healthy in the slightest. Masa's lips fluttered against his throat, gentle, not quite certain.
He was just a child.
"Masa." His voice was quiet but firm. The voice that he had once used to command armies of youkai. It was certainly enough to get the human child's attention, who looked up into his eyes, startled.
Sesshomaru watched him for a long second, noting the anger, the confusion and uncertainty that clouded his expression. "Masa, I can't."
Masa sat back on the youkai's knees, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Can't or won't?"
Sesshomaru reached up to brush a few strands of hair back from Masa's face, noting how he flinched just slightly. He shook his head. "Fine, won't then. Masa, you're too-"
"Young? That's funny, it didn't seem to bother you last time you fucked me."
He couldn't help wince. Of course it had bothered him... but then, "Damnit, you think I wanted this?"
"I think it's exactly what you wanted. Or, did you actually have a half second of angst before taking advantage of me?"
"That's not what happened." Masa obviously didn't believe his protestations, and the youkai growled slightly. "-He- attacked me, first of all, and secondly I tried to tell him no. But damnit, I-"
"You what?"
Sesshomaru shook his head, clenching his jaw slightly, and looking to the side. "Nothing." He was done talking about it, thinking about it. The past was done.
"Say it."
He had to stop this, before it went too far. It really already had, he was saying too much, feeling too much, and he wanted to talk, and talk... to babble about everything until there was nothing left to say, and that was a very very bad idea and... In desperation, he leaned up to the boy, crushing their lips together.
It was a rough kiss, just shy of bruising, and Masa squeaked in surprise, a hand automatically raising to cup Sesshomaru's chin. But he didn't pull away... instead he leaned into it.
He realized somewhere in the middle of the kiss that he had just thrown himself back into the exact thing that he was trying to prevent. It was like a bucket of ice water thrown over him, and he shoved Masa back, practically throwing the boy off of him.
Masa blinked at him in shock, bend back over the edge of the table, hand half-in Sesshomaru's overturned cup, the sake pooling on the table.
"No." He looked up into Masa's shocked, angry, dark eyes, and pushed himself back and up, the chair tilting precariously. He was shaking slightly.
"No?" The word was drawn out, slow and disbelieving. Almost disdainful. The boy tossed his head, sending his hair flying. "He doesn't love you, you know. He never loved you."
"He was just using you. Like you used me."
He clenched his fists, suddenly filled with rage, blood thundering through his veins. He wanted to... no. Calm down. Breathe slowly. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gain control of himself.
Time to get rid of the boy. "Masa, you have to leave now."
"No." He looked up to see Masa cross his arms, glaring.
He wouldn't be able to move the boy with words, he realized. Sesshomaru clenched his jaw on his anger. "Fine. Stay here then. I'll leave."
A hand caught at his sleeve as he headed for the door, and he shook it off immediately.
It was only much later that he even thought about what he was doing.
He had lost himself as much as he could, wandering down streets, not even paying attention to where he was going. Heading west, avoiding trains, avoiding crowds. His progress was painfully slow, but he was already far away from his apartment and Masa.
Running away, again. His lip curled slightly in disgust.
This human life had made him so disgustingly weak. He had let himself become bound by their laws, their taboos, their emotions. Stupid.
And all that could be traced back to the damned priest's influence.
He growled slightly to himself, not even noticing how his nails dug into his palm as he clenched his fists.
What kind of dimwitted inbred youkai lord lost his head over a human, for god's sake? Especially the baby reincarnation of a human -priest-.
God, this city went on forever, and it made his skin crawl. He wanted desperately to be away from everything, to never see another human again in his life.
"Sesshomaru?"
The voice was feminine, rich and lovely, and made him pause involuntarily, casting a glance to his left.
Wide, dark eyes framed by long, glossy hair stared back at him. And though older than he remembered, the face was still quite familiar.
"Fancy meeting you here," she said softly as her lips quirked up in a smile
"Kagome."
"For a moment, I thought you might have forgotten. It's been a long time for you, hasn't it?"
He shrugged, an irritable roll of his shoulders. "Not long enough. If you'll forgive me, I'm not interested in reminiscing about the past anymore. Especially not with my brother's human wench."
She laughed then, covering her mouth, eyes half-closing. "Oh, Sesshomaru, I'm glad to see that your manners have improved."
He growled, turning away.
"Tell Miroku that I miss him, won't you?"
Sesshomaru stopped cold, spinning to look at the suddenly sober Kagome. "Miroku is dead, wench."
She smiled again, sad and wistful. "I know..." She shook her head, "But being dead isn't keeping him from interfering with the living, is it?"
The youkai stared at her, and she sighed. "I know you probably don't care, but I think we should talk. If we don't do something, the situation could get worse and..." she trailed off, eyes distant.
He waited for a second, but she didn't finish her sentence. Finally, he nodded, slowly. "Perhaps we should."