Author's Rant: You guys know after doing six updates in one week I need a break lol. Enjoy the next chapter and may your beautiful faces all gain a warm smile or a belly aching laugh. ^_^

Fated Situation

"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru looked at the bat then at the maniac that was me, holding it, "are you feeling well?"

"Uh, uh yeah I'm cool." I switched the bat to my dominate hand, twirling it between my index and middle with mad skill I'd just picked up only seconds ago. "I'm just practicing for the school team. Ya know I gotta keep my game up." After demonstrating a weak ass swing that nearly took my knee cap with it, I was praying for that lightning bolt to turn me into charcoal and ashes at any given minute.

Damn this just couldn't get any grander could it?

Here I am, stuck in the rain, covered from head to toe in dripping moisture, clothes plastered to my body like wet paint . . . and it just had to be Sesshomaru, mind you the same guy who's sporting the ass of my dreams, to come to my rescue. It must've been a trained conditioned reaction because whenever I see him now my little man down stairs starts cutting up, demanding to be set free. And what's worst, if Sesshomaru decided to take a gander down below he was likely to lose an eye.

This was a slap stick disgrace here; just straight up embarrassing.

My bat hit the soggy ground as I pondered what exactly was happening here. I looked a wreak, but as usual Sesshomaru was standing here, in the middle of a thunderstorm looking freshly pressed and primed out of a fashion magazine in simple set of khaki slacks and a short sleeved navy polo, and an unbuttoned black trench coat under his large sized umbrella. In the case of who would appear finer than who, he'd get the gold before me at the current moment.

He stepped up to me, giving me this disapproving look, "What are you doing out here in this weather?" Was his simplistic question.

I just looked at him, dumbfounded speechless that this was indeed him out here with me and not some mirage spectacle conjured up by some twisted fantasy I know is stored in the back of my mind. "I-I was comin' from school when I got a flat. Must've hit a somethin' sharp on the road."

"Let me have a see," Sesshomaru came around to examine the fixated pieces, the spare tire and axel positioned on the screw before glancing over at me. "Have you tried calling anyone for help?" He had to raise his voice to overpower the slamming rainfall, pounding against my car.

"Can't," I explained just as high, irritatedly pulling out my useless touch screen. "I don't have a signal out here." No signal, no prayer; just a hat and my ears because my clothes were a lost cause.

Sesshomaru bent down, pressing his palm against the rubber tire and tapped a finger to his chin as if theorizing over the situation. I was quietly watching him do his thing, whatever his thing was, which left me a tiny brief moment to stare at his profile from my position up above.

God it was like looking at art work. The way his tribal markings shouted out like neon sparklers, the way his skin flashed wonderfully against the rainy mist, damn—I am not gay. I'm just sayin' that old dude just has his ducks in order; from the front to the back too. All his bodily fluency flexing and contouring underneath his dried clothes and I wish he would've opted for bending over and not squatting. It was bad enough being wet and chilled, but to be hot and bothered was just plain sticky.

This was the sad excuse for a mentality I had because of my raging hormones. Being wet, hot and horny had me thinking stupid shit. That was probably why I hadn't heard Sesshomaru talkin' to me and had to ask him to repeat himself.

Sesshomaru figured I couldn't hear him from the ground, so he stood coming near with his umbrella in tote right over me too. Leaning down he used the hand nested in his pocket to palm against the small of my back and pulled me in until his lips were a breath's inch from my puppy ear. "I said would you like to sit in my car to get out of this rain."

"Uh," My eyes fluttered with this weirded out twitch I was so glad he couldn't see. Sesshomaru was heavenly warm; like an electric blanket made of . . . sexy skin. His voice just poured over me like this rain. My head spun from the deep rumble settled in the pit of my stomach—shit all because of one sentence . . . was that what I did to girls when I whispered in their ear? Damn, I am a savage. This stuff makes your stomach feel funny.

Taking a shaky breath, I tried answering through my dried throat but it came out a croaked, "Nah, I'm cool." The fingers on my back poked their claws through the flimsy material of my shirt, accidentally startling me in a rather unwanted position; chest flat to chest, my eyes settled on his lips, and my lungs malfunctioning of their duty.

My mouth opened to protest but nothing came. I was rendered mute being this close and unintentionally, I was zapping some of Sesshomaru's warmth through my wet clothes. I felt so strange. My hands were trapped by my side, my face only a few inches from his and through it all, the smell of rain and his scent made me dizzy.

Flexing my fists, I made to move away but was pulled back roughly against a solid wall of expensive leather.

"Cold?" The sexy man—Shit— erm I mean Sesshomaru hummed like honey in my ear.

That same ear melted. I swear it ain't there anyone. "A little bit," I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up. I looked everywhere but at the hard set of hazel eyes staring directly at me. "Shit, been out in the rain for a good minute. Might catch a cold."

"Hmm, we can't have that now can we?" The rain started pouring down heavier, louder splashes stealing away any chance of another low toned murmur. But Sesshomaru, I'm guessing was determined to say what he wanted because the next time he spoke, his lips were . . . right on my ear, "Perhaps you should consider my offer then."

Jesus . . .

Oh my God, my stomach is done. Lightning bolt where the fuck you ain't? The entire lump of flesh that was my body shivered against my will. I hated his voice's effect on me. I really couldn't stand the natural sensual cream sown in every syllable said.

It was like, like, mobile sex through lips.

"Inuyasha—"

"What," I snapped without a reason for the sudden attitude. Seeing the darker shade of gold glaze his eyes, I took it Sesshomaru didn't appreciate the rapid change in atmosphere and judging by the way his hand palmed my back even harder was enough saying.

"Look," I sighed. "I'm cool. Can ya just lemme use your phone to call a tow?" Being this close, hugged up and shit; made me relieved it was rainin' so no one would get the wrong idea. Each time a car passed by, I turned my head to the side so to hide my blushing face. This was stupid.

I pushed him away, moronically getting back under the rain for a cool off. There was no point in hiding it. With us having been that close, I was damn sure he felt my rise pressing against his thigh. My clothes were an x-rayed exposure to my tightening needs—and Sesshomaru was eyeing every single inch like a slap of gravy smothered turkey.

I felt embarrassed and a little puzzled . . . was he checking me out? Right in front of me? "Yo," I yelled as if to rip him out of that trance. "Can I use your phone or what?"

Sesshomaru cleared his throat, taking two long strides to cover my head with the umbrella, "Unfortunately, my day's troubles have been just as displeasing. I left my cell at home." Then he did something I never would've expected.

This kind hearted son of a bitch shrugged off his jacket and cupped it over my entire body, coating my head and everything else. This coat was pretty long, going pass my knees. And—I turned my head in to get a whiff and couldn't hold back my inner puppy wanting to explore.

Spicy wisps and soapy odors assaulted my nose wildly. He smelled good. I sniffed the collar again. Real good. And damn was I ever warm.

"We'll have to leave your car here for the time being."

That bit of bullshit saved me from becoming engulfed in his wondrous perfumes and returned me back to where I could cuss out this fool. "Ya shittin' me," I chuckled humorously. "I ain't leavin' my ride."

"You want to stay here in this storm, with a car that doesn't work? Who's to say someone doesn't come around and knock you out and still get your car?"

Good point.

Shoot he didn't have to put it like that though. Did he have to make it sound like I was stupid?

Wrapping myself deeper in his coat, I frowned giving my best stubborn pout, "I'm not leavin' my car here man. If somebody decides to take my shit," I gave him a side glare, "I'm holding your ass reliable and not even the insurance company will save you from that ass whoopin'."

A bold dare I knew I couldn't deliver because Sesshomaru looked like he'd handed over a few in his day.

"How's about a compromise?" Sesshomaru suggested, plainly ignoring my ass kicking threat.

I shrugged, "Name it."

Sesshomaru shoved his friend hand in his pocket, shifting from foot to foot. "Ride home with me and if anything should happen to your property, I'll gladly give you one of my cars as replacement."

Oh. My. Damn . . . dude just set himself up for that. "Hell that's fine with me." I'm hoping someone does come to take this car now. I hurried up to him, grinning from ear to ear with this wicked slant eyed expression on my face. That Bentley was going to be mines. "No backies." I confirmed in case he decided to pull some double crossing stuff. "I know where you live."

"And you're welcome to come there any time," Sesshomaru clipped my chin playfully. "The invitation's always open."

I jerked my head away, feeling that tingle again from his seductive look. "Whatever. Can we just go? I'm freezin' my ass off out here."

I shot pass him, waddling clumsily so my wet pants couldn't pull my nut sack . . . but the funny thing is, either the rain was messing with my hearin' or I could've sworn I heard Sesshomaru say something under his breath about me having a lovely ass . . . Nah.

First off, let me just say that this here, is a nice ass car. I can't begin to describe my excitement just from sitting on leather I know was more than my monthly allowance. The interior design of this car was flawless, ya hear me? Flawless. Look that up in the dictionary and you will see this car. Even I have to admit that despite my indifference towards the sexy jackass, Sesshomaru had good tastes.

His car was so fancy it took him three full minutes to convince me that it was ok for me to sit in his car and to put in stuff in the back seat.

I kid you not; the floor was made of sheep's wool and something else that just absorbed all the water and mud off my shoes. I blinked at the floor, slightly lifting my feet. Whatever demon's down there better lick someone else's kicks. These shoes ain't cheap.

Sesshomaru turned off on our neighborhood exit, occasionally giving me the eye as if wanting to ask me a question. But I pretended not to notice, using the shiny illuminated buttons to keep me occupied. That didn't last too long after I figured out what switches and buttons went to what and did what. I learned several different ways to make my seat go back and forth, adjust the temperature and even turn on the massage button.

I was never getting out of this car. Ever. That license plate is officially Inuyasha's new address.

"Enjoying yourself?" I heard Sesshomaru say jokingly.

I didn't give a shit. I was comfortable. "Hell yeahhh," I moaned slumping cozily in my seat. "I ain't ever leaving this car dude." It was a thousand finger tips were rubbing all over my back and ass. "Feels like sex built in the leather."

Sesshomaru chuckled lightly, shifting into another lane, "I never would've thought of sex being manufactured in leather, but it is something to think about."

"Hmm mm, yeah that's kinda funny." Sex in leather. Rollers were crinkling under my drenched thighs and working the stressed knots out of my back like nobody's business. After all the hardships of today's bad fortunes, I really needed this type of relief.

"The chair has different adjustments on the side you want another setting." Sesshomaru offered quietly keeping his eyes on the winding roads.

"Oh for real?" I sat up, looking on the side of the chair and along the car door. "Where?"

"Hold on," I waited for a few seconds, thinking he had some kind of built in remote in his steering wheel.

Man was I wrong.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when his arm reached across my chest and with it came a long piece of Sesshomaru's hair brushing my face, smelling awfully good. This kind of shampoo, oh I know that smell. It's the same kind I use to wash my hair with. But damn it smells really sweet on him, like—I made sure he wasn't looking when I leaned forward to press my nose against the lock closest. One whiff did me in.

I can't believe this is the same kind of wash, yet here he has it on 'em smelling like it's his natural odor. I can't detect his real scent anywhere in here. The inside of my nose was invigorated with the overwhelming splurge of utter manly sweetness. My automatic response whenever I scent something sweet is to lick my lips, this time being no exception.

It's just too bad when he was going back to his seat; he caught sight of me doing just that and could've gotten the wrong idea. Sesshomaru's eyes went straight to my lips. For a minute he just hovered in front of me, watching my tongue retract back inside, and for some reason he looked disappointed when it had.

"You cool?" I questioned, shifting in my seat.

"Fine; I'm fine," He muttered returning back to his place.

His body hadn't touched mine but his shoulder sort of grazed my chest when he was slipping by. A branded stripe of my shirt instantly dried where he slid back in his seat as well as my throat losing every drop of moisture.

Suddenly this chair wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Nah, excuse my twisted way of thinking but now I was wondering what it would feel like—oh man—I'm actually thinking about what it would feel like for Sesshomaru to touch me. Would I burn like I have whenever something accidentally brushed me? Would I crave it as much as that sugary cloak powdered in his hair?

I mean it's just a thought right? No one can call a man gay just because he's curious about certain things. That doesn't mean I'm giving up the pussy. Shiiit, I'd have to be a fool to give up something that good.

Speaking of pussy, I needed to call that dumbass Koga to see why he hadn't given me Shiori's number yet. I'm getting all horny and shit. Can't have myself getting hard from the thought of another man right?

I reached inside my pocket for my phone only to find it wasn't there. "Hm," No biggie. It's properly in my other pocket. Ok maybe not, I think I put it in my back pack when I was grabbing all of my stuff . . . oh please say I didn't. "Dammit." And we were almost home.

"Something wrong?"

"Nah, its—its' nothing." Shit I can't believe my luck. "I'll just have to call somebody when I get home." This I said as we turning down the main street where we both lived. But as sad as this situation was, it was about to get a whole lot worst.

"Fuck," I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "I don't believe this."

"More misfortune?"

"Yeah," I slumped back against my chair, just thinking about my mom going mad psycho when she found out now only have I left my cell but my keys are still in the got'damn car. My ring had my house, my car, my gym locker key, my back door key and everything else I would need to get by the day. Shit and I just left it in my car like a complete dumbass.

"What's wrong?" Sesshomaru made a final left turn, slowing down to take a look at my droopy expression.

"I left my keys in the car with my cell," I sighed, angrily. I can't stand being that careless; especially at a time like this.

This is why I believed I'm cursed. I'm just flat out stunned that I can't find my shit. Neither was in my pockets, where I could've sworn they'd been. I patted my pockets, checked inside my shirt and even under my ass to see if they'd slipped beneath me but I couldn't find them anywhere.

So that left me, poor Inuyasha stranded. Well, not exactly stranded but shit I was stuck with Sesshomaru—riding in this sweet car with leather seats that didn't stick, wrapped snuggly inside his trench coat.

. . . Don't laugh at me. I know I look retarded with this coat all over me but I was freezing and depressed. No home, no food, no car, no cell—I'm just that sad ass puppy in the window waiting for someone to buy me. Ain't this about a bitch?

"Hey can you drop me off at Mr. Mixon's?" I grumbled pitifully. "I might need to use his—his phone? Hey, wrong way." What the hell?

Ok why did he just pass by Mr. Mixon's house after I just asked him to drop me off? I know he heard me say it. Those pointy ass elf ears ain't just there for decoration. "Yo, cut a corner man. I need to get to his house."

"That won't be necessary." Sesshomaru pulled up in his drive thru, shutting off the ignition.

"What do you mean, that won't be necessary," I mocked his deep voice with attitude. "In case you hadn't noticed," I jerked my head out the foggy tinted glass. "I need to call my mama. It's raining cats and dogs out there!"

Shit no got'damn pun intended for Christ's sake!

Sesshomaru unbuckled his seatbelt, casting a narrow one eyed glare at me, "We had a deal." He murmured softly.

"Yeah," I retorted. "You said that all I had to do was ride home with you. I did that."

"No, you rode here with me to my home. Now you have to come in my home."

"Pfft, I don't know what deal you talkin' about." I snorted. "But I don't have to do shit."

Sesshomaru's eyes suddenly burnished a honey nut hazel flash that had me about to piss my pants. ". . . Get out of the car Inuyasha."

I stayed my ground, jutting my chin up looking all brave and what not under an oversized jacket. "Look, here man, don't tell me what to do. Last I checked my old man's about a couple thousand miles south."

Sesshomaru unlocked the doors, "Don't make me use force."

"Touch me if ya want too motherfucker and I'll pull all kinds of ape shit in this car."

Sesshomaru cracked open his door. "Is that a fact?"

"Damn skippy. Try somethin' and see what happens." I folded my arms, plopping my happy ass right in place. I don't know who this fool got me confused with but I ain't the lovely puppy ready to jump at his master's command. Dude done got me confused for real.

Sesshomaru stared at me and like the big dicked man I was, I stared right back. I cocked a dark eyebrow, he lifted a manicured one. He slid closer to me and on instinct I pushed away, feeling agitated.

"You will get out of this car Inuyasha," My ears sagged when my thigh felt warm coil around and over.

I gulped. "And who's going to make me?" Touch me, please touch me and I swear to every holy name I'll . . . I'll . . . oh shit.

Sesshomaru smiled then. A real honest to god, cold, chilling and strangely erotic smile. "Inuyasha . . ."

I was scared out the ass. Oh my damn.

When he opened his door sporting that same frosty smile made of curved sexiness, I knew he had me. "Shit."

So I'm guessing you're curious as to how he got me out of the car right? Well I ain't tellin' any of you giggling folks squat. Take it however you want too, but I'm a man. I told him what was up and he just dealt with it. I decided on my own to get out because it was raining and I didn't want to see in the car lookin' like that puppy in the window.

I mean he and I had a few words but that's it.

And . . .

The rain was just that kind of back ground I didn't need.

And if you add a couple of persuasive things he told me in my ear, then you can say it worked out fine . . .

. . . So I got out like he asked because he did it politely.

If anyone cracks one of those stupid ass, I knew he would move smiles; I'm fuckin' 'em up. I don't care if you're a girl, man, boy, child, grandpa, caterpillar or whatever. Don't say shit to me alright. It's' not what 'it looks like 'kay?

It's not like I'm sitting on his couch, wearing a pair of his too big pajamas after taking a fresh shower in his house and enjoying a cup of his delicious tea, watching football. Nah, it ain't even like that. I just happen to be here at the wrong moment, looking cozy.

It's not like I care his couch is extremely comfortable, with my feet propped up on a foot rest, like I was at home or whatever. Nope, Sesshomaru was sitting here next to me, watching the game too, and sipping his tea. Believe me, this is just a figment of your conjured up imaginations.

I'll be going home . . . "Sesshomaru ya got anymore tea?" Just as soon as I wear out my welcome.

Mmm, damn this tea's sweet. Almost as sweet as Sesshomaru's smell . . . My eyes shot open wide as I turned all around to be sure said sweet man wasn't in here because I couldn't tell if I thought that or said it aloud.

Oh my damn, I'm daydreaming about a sweet smelling man . . . and I like it?

TBC: Lol this is a very interesting development here. I wonder what will happen while he's in SESSHOMARU'S house. And where on earth is that girl? ^_^