Author's Rant: Well, here's a new chapter guys. ^_^ Sorry. I had a minor writer's block. Hopefully it's out of the way.

Sexiest Vow

Maybe I am in denial or perhaps a twinge of disbelief that I might actually be attracted to a man. A rather sexy with an ass only God could've created himself. Really guys, you may think I'm bullshitting when saying how sublime this beautiful sculptured muscle was, but trust me, if you laid eyes on this you'd be lapping up the very dirt off of it.

But damn. . . I just wish I had better self-control because I was damn near close to losing it.

There was always this thing I tended to do whenever I felt the urge to stick my dick in things they didn't belong. Sometimes it's a hard lesson learned after the fact ya know? Like when I was a little kid, there was this electric socket in my bedroom that looked quite interesting. Very interesting actually. It looked so round, shiny and just sparkled bullshit. So instead of poking my finger in there or even a fork like a normal child, I stuck in my something much worse; oh tes, it ended up being my little pecker that swelled to the side of my fist after realizing that pre-cum and electrical currents did not mix.

Since then one would think I'd learned my lesson about sticking this thing in forbidden areas right? That little tale was the furthest thing from my mind right now because the subtle lobes of perfected roundness were strolling toward the kitchen like twin marsh mellows. My lips were smacking together like something ready to lick off some honey bar be que sauce on a rib.

Bottom line: I wanted to stick my plug in Sesshomaru's socket until his hair was standing on end. Or hell he could electrocute me for all I cared.

There was no denying it now. Even as I sat here in this man's house, drinking his tea mind you, I knew that I wanted him. More than wanted him; hell I wanted to fuck his brains out. There were a couple of times I think he wanted to do the same to me. All those times we'd accidentally—emphasis on accidental— there was this way he's stare at me. I'd see as well as feel those honey tawny eyes one me. So the attraction was there. The problem was, just getting someone to make the first move privately.

I'm not too educated on the views of male seduction of another male. Getting a piece of lovely breasts and ass was never an issue because I knew what to say to get a chick to fall in love with me.

I could say the sky was falling and I'd get a "where baby," I'd point and say "you're the sky my angel." Then we'd fuck until she was screaming in tongues.

But saying that would probably earn me Sesshomaru's signature eyebrow lift and a swift guide out his front door.

If I was going to try something, it had to be different. Way, way, way different. But what could I say? This was Sesshomaru. A guy I hardly knew shit about, other than he was my neighbor, he went to the gym, was finer than most women I knew and possibly had a thing for me—if his eyes were anything to go by.

Hey that's not a bad start. At least I was getting somewhere. Uh-oh gotta cut my plannin' short. Sesshomaru's back.

"Here," He offered me another heated cup of his cinnamon flavored tea, smelling just as delicious as his scent.

"'Preciate 'cha," I remembered to blow over it this time, because I burned the hell outta my tongue. The smoke cleared and I took a sip, savoring its smooth fire running down my throat to the very tip of my toes, which curled and flexed like spirit fingers.

"I take it you like the flavor," Sesshomaru concluded, seeing the dreamy expression on my face.

I nodded, "'S pretty good. You gotta give me the recipe so I can make it myself."

"Of course . . . but I'll need something in return."

My ears perked at attention. "Say what?"

"You heard me," he said, just as smooth and calm as he was sitting beside me. "I'll need something of equal benefit."

". . . I'll think about it."

"You do that," Sesshomaru sipped his tea.

I sipped mine, thinking of something else to say to continue the conversation. I wasn't the type to handle awkward silence when with strangers. "Thanks by the way. Ya know, for helpin' me out with the car situation." I side glanced him, taking a blessed moment to admire his porcelain craved profile. "You could've just drove pass like a normal person."

Sesshomaru inclined his head over the rim of his tea cup, "A normal person would've left you on the side of the road?"

I shrugged. "In this day in age, ya see a 6'0 demon standing on the side of the road, the last thing you're gonna wanna do is give 'em a ride." Thank you Hitch Hiker for bullshitting humans into thinking all stranglers are murderers. It's very much appreciated; stupid ass fool.

"Your area," Sesshomaru started slowly perplexed. "Is a rather unique culture. A very interesting take you judge upon each other." He sipped his tea again, a frown marring his pretty features. God he looked so fine when he was thinking. "You're quick to give someone a delicacy when moving into your territory but when it comes to aiding another, you believe their intentions are murderous? Such confusing people."

Well shit, when he put it that way. . . "We're just complicated." I defended weakly. "So what, you're saying that if you saw a random person on the road you'd help them without thinking much of it?"

"Hell no."

I blinked, stunned, shocked and damn near turned on to hear a cuss word roll off Sesshomaru's lips like whip cream licked off my chest. "I'm sorry?" I just wanted to hear him say it again. Slow. Fast. I didn't care.

"Hell. No."

Thank you God. "Why?"

Placing his cup on the living room metallic glass cased table, Sesshomaru leaned back against his sofa, ticking his tongue in thought—yet another sexy trait to be added to my list of yum yums. "Just because I imply your customs to be contradicting doesn't mean I'm inclined to be a hypocrite. I'd be damned if I pull my car over for some lonely person who's likely to rob me blind then await my assistance."

Shiiiiiittt. Either I'm just horny or everything this guy's doing is literally turning me off like nobody's business. I don't know whether to be enticed by the sophisticated way he talks or find out if he still talks all proper and shit while fucking. It was a mystery I definitely wanted to find out.

"And then there's your female population here."

Uh-Oh. "What 'bout 'em?" I cupped my hands behind my head, knowing this subject was going to be a very interesting one.

"They're extremely forward," He admitted sternly and strangely annoyed. "I hadn't been here but two weeks and already I've gotten gifts and well wishes for my future children—children they claim they want me to give them." He then looked at me, knitting both eyebrows together. "Are your females always in heat?"

That rung a solid laugh from the pit of my stomach to the top of my lungs. I couldn't help it. That was the funniest thing I'd ever heard anyone say, period. He didn't mean it to be but shit I was cracking my ass off, just thinking about the endless list of girls running to his door, squeezing their legs tight because they're dripping wet and need his seeds planted in them. Oh wow what a way to try and push up on the poor guy after he'd . . . just . . . moved . . . in.

Right. . .

Wait, these little common faced tramps been comin' around here? Shit that ain't funny. That means these little unstable creatures—not bitches because I hate women being called female dogs—have been pushin' up on what's mine. Well I was plannin' to claim 'em as mine but still. Got'damn nasty little hood rats!

"Is something wrong?"

I blinked, just remembering I was in Sesshomaru's living room. "Nah, I'm cool. Why?"

Sesshomaru stared at me, tilting his head to the side. "You were growling just then. Is something troubling you?"

Ah shit. "Nah, nah, nah," I chuckled retardedly. "I'm cool. Just uh, just had this urge to suddenly growl ya know. To make sure my inner demons' under control and stuff." Ya got that inner demon? Keep your dick in check. "Anyway," I said quickly changing the subject. "S'rry to hear your stay hasn't been all that good."

Recrossing his legs, Sesshomaru lightly stroked over his chest, fingers nimbly teasing his polo buttons. "Hm, I wouldn't say it's all been a negative experience. I did get a pie," When he lifted his fingers from the crease of flesh now showing some impressive male cleavage, to touch my cheek, I almost shitted myself. "And I got something twice as sweet out of the deal as well."

My face was literally scorching where his claws traced over my cheekbones and down the curve of my jawline. This felt so damn good; pointed talons delicately soothing my skin like that, damn I was turned on. Way, way, way on to where I felt my left leg fidgeting underneath my thigh. The urge to purr was unforgivably powerful. Please throat don't rumble. Let me keep some of my manhood.

"You're a handsome young man Inuyasha." He whispered softly to me, still scratching under my chin. "But this you already know, don't you."

Damn, damn, damn. Whew my leg is twitching.

"Such soft skin you have . . . deliciously enticing. . ."

My stomach felt queasy, but in a good, bad ass way. Like you know you're doing something bad but don't give three shades of bird shit because it felts that damn good. I'm a man, there's no question about that, but from the way he was stringing me along with those sultry words and gentle touches. . . "Shit," I groaned, reclining my head back for more of those prickly caresses.

"You like my touch, I see." Sesshomaru deduced, trailing two of his claws down my pulsing jugular, brushing back one of my sleeves.

"Mmm yeah," I mumbled drowsily. "I might—Shit." He hit a spot. Shiiiit that was my spot, right there, right. . . t-t-there. Oh baby damn right there . . . touch me—Fuck there goes my leg.

That must've amused him, because he started feeling his way around my neck for other possible kickers. He wouldn't have to get far because my entire neck was sensitive. No matter where he traced his claws, my leg was cutting its own kind of dance, jigging this way and that, like that fucked up song folks were singing a couple of years back.

. . . "Mmm damn." This felt so good. My leg was shaking like . . . What was it called . . .? Umm something about a funky leg or stanky shit leg or something. Who gave a damn?

"So sensitive," Sesshomaru's voice was heated molasses against my throat, by the time I'd realized he'd moved from his end of the couch and suctioned his lips where his claws had been, I was already floating on cloud eleven hundred, nine thousand and sixty something. Oh, Oh my spot, he landed right on target.

"Shiiit," I winched feeling fangs gnaw at the extra tender flesh.

Somehow the shirt I borrowed was pulled to the side, giving a generous portion of my neck for his devouring needs and all I could do was watch through hazy lusted eyes as a bobbing silver head worked its way up and along my jaw, planting moist wetness everywhere it could reach.

My lips were dried from the sizzling pants easing out rapidly with each hard suckle. Gradual demanding pushes eventually pressed my back against the suave smooth couch with a solid mass of heated sexiness, squeezing between my legs. One of his hands slide devilishly under my shirt, and up my stomach, fanning over each of my abs like ripen fruit, smoothing over my hairless skin. That one large hand was seeking the same from each muscle, as if making sure all of it was really there.

From the cushiony nursing on my neck to the crawling nails raking my stomach, I started feeling light headed, burned from the cool velvety lips and cold palms. My toes curled and my hips buckled in rotating grinds against an impressive bulge.

"Mmmm," he hummed sexily against my throat.

I sniggled, doing the same thing with my hips just to hear that sound again. "You like that huh?"

"Mmm yes," He whispered like molten gold. "Inuyasha, Ssssss damn you taste so good . . ."

Fuckkkk that was sexy. Hearing him cuss just—just shit, it did something to me. I couldn't have been more turned on then I was now. From the way his hand daintily scanned the planes of my abs to the satin soft lips making a marker against my neck, I was sure to cum just from this.

It was like I couldn't get enough. My hips were burning, loosely grinding to get dissolve the space our clothes were putting between us. I needed, I needed, shit, I needed to feel him more.

So caught up in my wild ass throes, my hands started going on a little journey of their own until finding their long lost home mounted high and fine. I felt around to be sure and low and behold, my hands cupped over my day dreamed ass.

Perfectly round, supple and juicified to the extreme. Could it really be my fine edible ass? The same sugary coated globes made of soft diamonds and dented rubies?

A squeeze confirmed it. Yes this was my lovely ass. Finally grasped in my hands was what had to be the most delicious romp on earth. My hands rolled, massaged and constricted the living shit out of those fleshy lumps, like no body's business. Pelvic bone grounded out whatever pinch of space was left, leaving only the friction sways of grinding cotton and tough textile.

But my undoing came when I felt his thumb flicker across my nipple—sweet God and I was so done. My back arched wanting so much more than that. The nibbling lips on my collarbone strolled down, biting my chin before tasting a sample of what lied there as well.

"Shit Sess," I moaned, licking my lips. A small part of me couldn't resist finding the humor in this situation. Already givin' the dude a nickname and we ain't even fucked yet. That should tell ya'll he got some skills. Those kissable lips hadn't touched mines yet but I was eager to know what it felt like to have those suckers plastered on my soup coolers.

. . . After he finished doing my neck. I was getting' into this. . . "Damn baby that's nice. . ."

"Mmm Mmm. . ."

I jolted after his thumb pad pressed my nipple inside, roughly rubbing it raw. My heart was pounding a mile a minute. Shit I couldn't take any more of this. I wanted—no, I needed to fuck now—

"Ugh, Sesshomaru for real? You couldn't wait until after I went home tomorrow?"

Sesshomaru's bodily exploration came to an abrupt halt. I sighed heavily wondering what just happened, slowly coming back to reality, with my hips collapsing against the couch. Damn I was way up there.

"You want to have kids running around the house or what?" The soft voice chimed irritated.

Fucking—who the hell was that? I shifted the best I could considering Sesshomaru didn't seem to think about moving, so I could get a good eye on who it was interrupting my ass time. "Shit," I grumbled catching view of skinny legged jeans leading up a short trip to wide hips, and a cocked attitude painted over an adorable button faced woman.

"Aw damn," The same woman I'd seen Sesshomaru with from before. How the hell did this look? Here I was half clothed underneath this dog, between my legs. Ain't this about a bitch? I sighed flopping backwards as I squeezed the pressure from between my eyes. This chick had been the last thing on my mind while trying to get the goodies. I didn't know if she was a friend, cousin, sister, girlfriend, wife, or nada. All I cared about was fucking. Quirking my head to the side, I tried thinking up the best way to apologize, "Look babe, this ain't what it looks like," Damn that's the wrong line. "Uh, listen I-I'm sorry—"

"Whatever can you two hurry up before I miss my show? Geez ain't that much screwing in the world." The girl ticked her lips, placing her hands on her hips. "Well what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

My eyes widened a several blinks; I, stunned silent, gave this little girl a glaring once over before casting a warning glint Sesshomaru's direction. "First of all, who are you talking too like that?" She done got me confused. Make no mistake ladies; I can be one evil ass man if you crossed me the wrong way.

"Who? I'm talking to you two."

"Who?" I blinked surprised. "I know good and damn well, you ain't flappin' at me."

The big behind girl with the crooked ponytail swirled around, flashing her hands dramatically everywhere, "Do you see anyone else around?"

What

The

Fuck?

"Sesshomaru," I hit his chest and pointed at the girl with a death wish. "You better check yo chick man. I ain't the one."

"I ain't the one either!"

Oh fuck this. He ain't handling his business, so I pushed him off and stood toe to toe with the small sized woman, meeting only half way up my chest, but her big brown eyes said she wasn't the least bit scared of me.

"Sesshomaru do you mind moving you and your," she looked me up and down, like I was small. "Piece of ass to the bedroom? You're going to make me miss my show!"

My mouth fell open. No, this little thing did not just go there, "Lookie here, you little trout mouth heathen," famous words by my mom and I'm sure a bunch of yours. "You need to calm the hell down."

The girl, rolled her neck from side to side, getting up in my face, "Look you baby making machine—"

"First of all, I can't get pregnant—"

"First of all, I don't give a damn."

She cut me off. This little . . . I chuckled shaking my head. Ohhhh my damn. I ain't ever wanted to hit a girl as much as I did this big mouth brat.

"Look," she took a deep breath, settling down a notch. "My show is coming on in three minutes. I don't care if you want to screw but can you pretty please do it somewhere else?" She turned her softer gaze to the quiet Sesshomaru who I'd just realize was smiling like he'd gotten the best of both worlds. "Sesshomaru could you please? You know how much I love the Ketchup Vampires."

My head snapped to the left, "You like that show too?"

"Yep," she stated proudly. "Been watching it since last month. I love how the family just moved into town."

"And have to live with this old man and his granddaughter," I added excitedly.

"Uh-huh and how the vampire's son has a crush on her?"

"And the blood sausage gang finds out where they live and try to kid nap the boy?"

"And how they end up taking the girl by mistake?"

"Yes!" I take it back; this girl is cool as hell. Ain't any body into that show as much as I am. Why can't anyone understand the Ketchup Vampires?

"Rin," Sesshomaru's deep voice baritone its way through the conversation. "Go upstairs. I'll join you in a few minutes."

"Alright," She beamed excitedly before turning to me with her hand extended. "Before we get things confused, my name's Rin. I'm Sesshomaru's god sister."

Thank every god above, she's just a friend. I shook her hand, grinning wide and stupid. "Inuyasha. Sesshomaru's erm . . ." I looked over her head to him for a good definition.

"A special friend," he finalized. "Who'll be coming by more often?" The sentence said more as a questionable conclusion after what had just taken place.

Which I was more than glad to agree with. "Yeah," A whole lot more often if I had anything to say about it.

After being done with the less than awkward moment and what little time Rin wanted to talk before the show started, I ended up leaving the house escorted by Sesshomaru. I learned some interesting things about him and Rin's relationship. How she tended to volunteer at the big brother and big sister's program from time to time, taking care of misfortunate children. And that pretty much explained the two little tikes I saw running from her car that night. She said they had just come back from a family outing with her older brother and needed a quick place to crash.

I was really satisfied to hear that too. Because I'd started liking Sesshomaru a little more past just being sexually attracted to him—though whatever else it was, I'd figure out later.

The rain had lessened just enough for us to run across the street in our sweaty clothes, chuckling like kids, playing in the muggy night.

We reached the door, shaking off the few drizzles glittered in our head, sure to be the cause of a soaking mess by morning. "Thanks for walkin' me over Sesshomaru," I said after wringing out the excess water.

"You're welcome."

A stringed moment of silence. This one more uncomfortable because of the earlier exchange. I scratched the back of my head, breaking the quietness, "Umm, so you're pretty cool dude," I glanced around at my sullen shoes, easing a gulp over my adam's apple, when I saw polished shoes step closer. As I glanced up, I became ensnared in that hazel death trap like a helpless puppy.

Sesshomaru walked up until my back bumped the door, bracing his hands beside my head. Pinned between his arms like this, there was no other way to escape this and I felt this surge of warmth over my cheeks. "S-Sesshomaru," I turned away, embarrassed at the smother lust in his eyes. Shit made my pants tight.

A finger tilted my chin back for something softly soothing grazing my lips for a quick second before retracting back. The moment I felt a little taste my eyes closed for that instant, peacefully shut to savor its memory.

"Inuyasha."

I felt the finger trace over my bottom lip, before pinching my chin. "Friday," Sesshomaru brushing his knee against my crotch. "Come to my house. That'll be the day I make you mine." The ball point rubbed savagely over my swelling dick. "Our first time, I'll make love to you like you'll never remember."

I nodded numbly, eyes still sealed shut, hypnotized by the circulating roll over my pants. "Damn," I licked my lips.

A kiss on my brow. "After I make love to your body sweet one, I plan to do it again; to give you the best you ever had," a kiss on my cheek. "The fuck of a life time." A kiss peppered over my nose before those sinful lips rose to whisper in my ear.

"And when I'm finish with you, the day will come when you beg me to break you in half."

I almost died when he said that. My eyes slowly opened for another soft kiss, holding so much in that single peck. A single appetizer for the upcoming main course; then he went home leaving me dazed, horny and painfully hard in my pants. . .Holy damn I couldn't wait for that day we fucked until the neighbor knew our names.

TBC: 0_0 Sesshomaru, Inuyasha! My God you naughty savages! Hmm I wonder how that'll turn out lol. BTW guys yes the Ketchup Vampires is a real show I watched as a kid. Hell I swear they theorized Twilight after it lol.