Merry Christmas everyone! Here is your present! Take out your chocolate and start reading!
7.
Naraku sat lazily in his leather chair behind his desk. He smiled coldly to Amaya who smiled sweetly back. "I thought you wouldn't come" he said in his deep voice.
"Why?" Amaya asked and walked to the desk. She moved few papers out of her way and sat on the table.
"You're late."
"Work", Amaya stated and shrugged her shoulders.
"Oh? You actually do that too?" Naraku said rather mockingly. His maroon colored eyes were flat and suspicious.
"Of course silly!" Amaya flashed even bigger smile. "I'm the best you've got and you know it."
"Hmm… The only reason I won't fire you this instant."
"Naraku!" Amaya pouted, "Don't speak like that sweetie! You don't really want to fire me do you?" She leaned closer to Naraku and caressed his skin with one of her fingers. One polished nail made a barely visible red scratch on the pale skin.
"What exactly are you trying to gain with this, Amaya? I know that there is something you are aiming at. I just cannot figure out what it is." Naraku eyed her carefully trying to find a weakness in her defense. "And more importantly, what is it that you try to gain from that famous Sesshoumaru? I admit he is selling well, but it doesn't explain your interest in him. As far as I know you don't even sleep with him."
Amaya chuckled. "So suspicious", she murmured and let her lips wander across the skin on his neck. "What could I possibly want from you? And what does it matter whom I sleep with?"
"That is what I'm asking."
She stared at him challengingly. "I think what I want is quite obvious right now, sweetheart."
Naraku smirked. "Yes, well perhaps we can do something about that." He pulled her closer and she wrapped her legs around him. "But I still want to know what you have in your mind. I'm not going to let you off too easily."
Amaya smirked back. "I certainly hope so my dear boss."
After that the afternoon was not about work.
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A week went by rather smoothly. Miroku had only six almost-heart-attacks while accompanying Sesshoumaru and answering to his strange questions. Sesshoumaru was in a surprisingly good mood all the time. Miroku thought that the flow of new information must have caused it. He seemed to have a never ending thirst for knowledge, even if the information in itself was totally senseless to everyone else.
That week had taught many things to Miroku. Mostly the things were about Sesshoumaru's weird habits. First of all, the silver haired man drank more coffee than was humanly possible. It was very unlikely sight to see Sesshoumaru without a coffee cup, and that was only when he was making new coffee.
Another completely unimportant thing that Miroku had noticed was Sesshoumaru's old pencil. He had it with him all the time. Sesshoumaru had a habit of wearing black dress shirts and he always left three buttons unbuttoned so that the white skin of his neck and chest was showing disturbingly. (Well it was disturbing to Miroku…) Where Sesshoumaru was keeping his pencil depended on the fact what kind of pants he was wearing. If he had jeans with his black shirt, the pencil was in the pocket of his jeans, and if he had black or gray pants, the pencil was in the breast pocket of his shirt. Those times there was also a suit coat nearby, he never wore it though.
Thus, Miroku had developed a habit of observing the strange man almost as closely as he was observing him. Sometimes Sesshoumaru's eyes got that same hazy look they had had in his salon and he could not hear anything Miroku said, or shouted, to him. When he was like that, he either sat in front of his computer and typed like there was no tomorrow, or started to do illustrations on some random paper with his old pencil obviously thinking very hard. Usually that happened after he had asked something totally and completely whacko from Miroku and he had answered something equally stupid.
One of the strange questions Sesshoumaru had asked, obviously very seriously, was: "What do you eat after having sex?"
Miroku had looked at him bewildered. "Umm… Nothing. I kick the guy out and sleep."
"Really?" Sesshoumaru had been way too interested. "How do you sleep then?"
"Huh? Well, I guess. It is tiring exercise after all", Miroku had answered confused.
"No no!" Sesshoumaru had shouted and thrown his hands in the air. "I meant what position!"
"… On my back…?"
"Excellent!" After that Sesshoumaru had been figuratively unconscious for rest of the evening so Miroku went home feeling more than little confused. What was so excellent about sleeping on one's back…?
That incident was only one example of their unusual interviews. Still, Miroku had to admit that it was very interesting in all its weirdness. For a long time it had been his dream to see how a novel is born in hands of a truly talented author, and now his dream was coming true. After the shocking first day Miroku had decided that he would close his salon earlier as long as Sesshoumaru needed to continue his questionings. That way Miroku was every day at the mansion by three o'clock and Sesshoumaru was impatiently waiting him at the front door. He had not smiled after the first day, and Miroku was secretly happy about it.
This time Sesshoumaru had had so many questions and inquiries to make that it was already well past eleven before he was ready to finish. Miroku complained very loudly about how late it was. Sesshoumaru sighed and told him to use one of the guestrooms so he could sleep and shut up. Miroku's salon was closed the next day, so he had actually hoped Sesshoumaru would invite him to stay over.
Needless to say that Miroku had ulterior motive behind his wish. It had been too long since he had had proper sex. Last time had been with Sesshoumaru in order to "relax" (yeah right!) but that was not even nearly enough to satisfy Miroku. Besides, it had been over a week! He needed sex! There was nothing bad about that, right? Anyway, Miroku had reasoned that because he has no time to look for a partner, he could always try to seduce Sesshoumaru. He could think of it as a research material if he wanted. Miroku did not care as long as he got to get fucked. Preferably hard. Miroku smiled lazily as he climbed upstairs.
When he was raising the stairs he suddenly realized that he had never seen anything else from the house except the kitchen and Sesshoumaru's study. Actually, he had never seen Sesshoumaru go upstairs either. He quickly opened the door Sesshoumaru had told to be one of the guestrooms and gasped.
The room was huge! There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, beautiful dresser and equally pretty and very big mirror next to it. There was also a very elegant sofa and pair of armchairs as well as very expensive-looking table next to them. The bed was surrounded by baldachin and just called to be slept in. It looked very soft and comfortable bed in deed. Miroku walked to the door that was slightly open on the other side of the dresser and gasped again. There was a bathroom. A HUGE bathroom, that looked like the ones in five star hotels. Miroku decided to try out the bathtub giving it a very pleased smile.
He went back to the room and started to remove his clothes when he noticed something rather disturbing. It was strange. The room was very clean and neat and bed sheets were obviously fresh. Miroku had to shake his head very hard to lose an image of Sesshoumaru changing bed sheets to his bed. It just wasn't right! There had to be other explanation. Besides, Sesshoumaru was always in his study. When he did not have even time to eat, how could he have time to clean a room to Miroku's use? No no, someone else must have done that. But who? There were no maids or other staff in the mansion anymore.
Then Miroku realized. Of course! Why had he not thought of it sooner? Kagome! She must have stopped by and done that. Miroku laughed at his own panicking. He had been too much in Sesshoumaru's company. It was making him behave irrationally. Laughing quietly he went to the bath and soaked for quite some time.
When he got off from the bathtub, it was already well past midnight. He wrapped a soft white towel around his waist and took another one for his hair. His own black hair had gotten quite long lately. Miroku wondered if Sesshoumaru was still up. He really hoped he was, it would be unpleasant to jump at someone who was sleeping, but Miroku was desperate enough to do that if necessary. Luckily it was not hard to get turned on when Sesshoumaru was presence. Miroku smiled and licked his lips. He kept repeating in his head that he needed to control himself but it was a bit hard because images of Sesshoumaru flashed across his vision. All of them were quite sensual.
Miroku stepped quietly out of the room to the corridor. It was very dark, but he could see light coming from downstairs. That must have meant that Sesshoumaru was still up, most likely working. Miroku wondered for who knows how many times already when did the man sleep? It seemed to him that he was always up and working, or making coffee if needed. Not like Miroku minded but still…
The door to the study was partly opened. Miroku peeked inside. He did not want to bark in without knowing what kind of seduction strategy he should use. To his great surprise Sesshoumaru was not working like he had suspected. He was sitting on his chair pulling his fingers threw his hair deep in though. He had crossed his legs and just sat there doing nothing. Miroku was even more surprised when he did not see the usual hazy look in his eyes which usually accompanied that particular pose. That could only mean one thing: Sesshoumaru was bored. Miroku almost squealed out of sheer joy. He now knew exactly what to do to get what he wanted. Pleasurable shiver of expectancy ran down his wet spine.
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Amaya yawned magnificently. She was bored. Very, extremely bored and that was always dangerous. Her gorgeous boss was on a business trip so she could not go to his room and make him go crazy (in many ways). She did not actually have anything job related to do either, which meant that she could not go and beat up some poor author because he or she was in danger to not meet the deadline. Usually if situation was like this exact one, she would go to Sesshoumaru, no matter when the deadline was meant to be, and bother him.
For some reason, she was not quite certain why, she did not want to do that now. She liked Sesshoumaru, kind of. He was funny, amusing really. She stretched like a cat while lying on her sofa. She was in her office, if you can call it an office that is. It was a very Amaya-style room; soft and comfortable sofa and armchairs, pillows and blankets and so on. It was more like a cozy small living room than a business office. Her laptop was lying on the coffee table long forgotten.
Anyway, back to Sesshoumaru. She was quite happy with the arrangement going on at the moment. She was very sure it would do good to Sesshy too. He was way too uptight sometimes. He needed to have someone he could relax with. She had high expectations of Miroku. Sesshoumaru really needed some good time. Miroku seemed to be the best candidate to provide that. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind. Was she treating Miroku as a prostitute for Sesshoumaru? What an utterly delicious thought!
Amaya giggled and took a wine bottle under her office sofa. Well, it was not like she was doing it all just for Sesshoumaru. Why would she do favors like that? She really was looking forward to see the book. That would cause a nice little uproar. Especially if someone leaked a few details about the making process to the press, with pictures. Nah, pictures might be too much. Rumors were always better. They leave something to imagine and dream of.
Then there was Naraku… Wicked smile found its way on Amaya's face. That really was one helluva baggage. Not to mention a very delicious one. She especially liked that long and smoky black, wavy hair he had on a ponytail. Very nice. That guy was useful too; Amaya had been thrilled to find a purpose for sleeping with him. Besides, he was almost as good game player as she was. Things might get interesting. Only future could tell which one of them would be standing in the end.
Ah, speaking of standing, it had been a week already. She had given them quite some to keep things hard and standing. Perhaps she could go to check how the book was going. That might be a good way to get on (what was her name again?) Kagome's good side again by telling her that she had seen him eating. That silly girl was surprisingly quite useful. Amaya only had to put on a I-am-such-a-loving-friend-to-Sesshy-act up and hit Inuyasha to stomach so he could not protest and she could play Kagome any way she liked. Smart and good willed people were so much fun!
Amaya sipped from the wine bottle. She hummed satisfied. Actually there was only one bad thing about wine and it was that it made her horny. Naraku would have been an ideal option but as long as he was gone… Perhaps she could warm her relationship with Salvation's owner again. It had been awhile, he might forget her if she did not remind him…No that was impossible. She was hard to forget. But visiting Sesshy-boy had to wait 'till next morning. She could give them one more night of humping before pulling every detail out of them with hot scissors. Who said she was not generous?
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Miroku stepped to the light and stood there in the doorway. As if sensing his presence Sesshoumaru turned to look at him gazing under strands of his hair. Miroku thought it was definitely one of the sexiest things he had seen. Sesshoumaru straightened in his chair but did not say anything.
"You're not working", Miroku stated the obvious fact.
"No, I'm not", Sesshoumaru said voice low and smooth like velvet. Good god Miroku felt horny.
"Having a writer's block?"
"I never have", Sesshoumaru huffed. "I thought you wanted to go to sleep."
Miroku shrugged his shoulders. A water drop fell from his hair and ran down his chest until it reached the towel around his waist. Miroku could see how Sesshoumaru's eyes followed the drop's journey. He only barely contained his smirk. "I found a bath. After bathing I didn't feel that sleepy anymore and then I saw light coming from downstairs so I came to check."
"Is that so?" Sesshoumaru murmured. His amber eyes were on cold fire and he stared at Miroku so intensely Miroku felt it like a touch sweeping across his skin. "What do you usually do after a bath then?"
"Is this another interview?" Miroku asked raising his eyebrows questionably. He swept wet black strands away from his face. Sesshoumaru's eyes followed his movements.
"I was thinking this more as a conversation, though I've had most of my conversation with that pixiewoman so I might be a bit rusty."
"No kidding… Don't you ever sleep?"
"Occasionally", Sesshoumaru said quietly and kept eyeing out Miroku. "Did you notice that your towel is slipping?"
"Bothered?"
"No." There was a short silence. "Do you often walk around in your house wearing only a towel?"
"Well, my apartment is quite small, so I guess you could say so. But when I'm elsewhere I save it to special occasions."
"Really. And may I ask what these occasions might be?" Sesshoumaru stood up slowly.
Miroku took a few steps forward. "For example, if there is someone who needs to..examine…my ways…"
"Ah", was the only sound Sesshoumaru let out. He walked graciously to Miroku and with a one smooth move grabbed his waist and pulled him against his chest and kissed him so that Miroku could not help but let out a small gasp that turned into a low moan in mere seconds.
Without a word they started their slow journey upstairs toward the guestroom and king-sized bed. The towel was forgotten early on and Sesshoumaru's clothes dropped here and there along the way. Sesshoumaru used his lips and tongue to drive Miroku slowly mad liking and kissing his neck, jaw and ears, Miroku on the other hand tried his hardest to stay focused enough to enjoy the situation. He finally had the chance to really see what Sesshoumaru was like under his clothes. He had to admit, he liked very much of what he found. He did not know how it was possible for someone who did almost all his work while sitting, but Sesshoumaru's body was near perfection. Miroku thought he could have used a couple arms more so he could touch as much as he would have liked.
They fell on the bed with a low thump. In the middle of kissing, touching and other such activities something shocking hit Miroku: This must be Sesshoumaru's first time! With a man that is. Miroku had no idea what was his relationship with women. He got to be Sesshoumaru's first man! It did not really feel like it though…
Oh! Oh no…it certainly did not. Where had he learned that? Wow. Miroku's eyes fluttered and breathing turned gasping when Sesshoumaru demonstrated what he could do. They were not going to stop anytime soon, Miroku thought and smirked triumphant. He was going to get whole week's worth!
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A red sports car drove in front of the Taishou-mansion and stopped so that gravel flew across the air. Small brunette jumped out and walked briskly inside the house without bothering to knock. It was seven in the morning so she headed to the kitchen, as usual, and took her normal place at the table. It did not take long until a man with mussed silver hair walked inside and started to make coffee without taking any notice of the woman.
"Good morning sunshine! Slept well?"
"I wouldn't call it sleeping."
Amaya jumped excitedly on the table. "Really? Has it been a busy week?"
"What are you suggesting woman?" Sesshoumaru asked sounding irritated. Amaya did not care though, she never did.
"Were you able to do your…research…with Miroku throughout during the past week?" Amaya asked smirking wickedly.
"Don't you have better things to do Miss Editor?"
"Actually I don't. I have plenty of time so let's hear it!"
"Where's that supposedly hot boss of yours? Go and bother him."
"I would love to, but that is impossible right now. And don't you dare to change subject with me! Did you, or did you not do it?"
After a small silence accompanied by Amaya's heels clacking to the kitchen stand Sesshoumaru said: "Last night."
"Oh my god!" Amaya gasped horrified. "What have you been up to this week? My dear man, you got to get a grip! I feel so sorry for Miroku!"
Sesshoumaru turned around and gave the woman a hard, steely stare. "What are you babbling about pixiewoman?"
Amaya's eyes turned flat. "You know, sometimes it's hard, even for me, to believe that you can write books like yours with a blockhead head like yours. You have such a magnificent opportunity to ravish a hottest guy I can give you, on a silver plate may I add, and refuse to do anything!" Amaya was taking a tone like Sesshoumaru would have made a personal insult against her.
"You are being unreasonable", Sesshoumaru stated and turned to make coffee again.
"I want a cup too!" Amaya shouted still pouting.
"Yes, yes", Sesshoumaru sighed.
Unfortunately for Sesshoumaru, Amaya's silent protest did not last for long and soon she was asking more questions. "So? Was it good?"
"It is sex. That is the main idea, isn't it?"
"How can you put it like that! So cold!"
"Hmm… I feel like I've heard that one before…"
Amaya was about to say something extremely cheeky, but she was interrupted when Miroku walked in looking rather worn out. Amaya's remark turned into a low whistle when she eyed Miroku, who looked very surprised to see her there.
"Sorry…"he stammered still a little sleepy. "Did I interrupt something?"
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Ah, it's Christmas. And despite that I didn't get new brains as a present. Have to use what I've got another year still… (In Finland we give presents on the Eve) I actually forgot what color Amaya's car is… And I'm bothered by it, am I an idiot, or am I an idiot. I bet Sesshy could say something to that. -.-
I also added something to Totally Not Worth It and I think I'm able to finish sequel to The Man in Your Bed during these few free days I have. I have a new story coming up too (if I don't get suddenly lazy that is). That one is going to be just as weird as this one, but the main characters are Sesshy and Naraku. I'm stuck with Sesshy (or another way round. Sorry sweetie). Well, keep your eyes open.
Anyway, I would really like to see into your heads so I'd know what you think of Amaya after the last two chapters. She's…interesting…character to write…
Enjoyable holidays!
Yours truly, Valtiatar