Multiple Choice

To my reviewers:

Snowfall: Remember, it wasn’t just Kouga brining the guy, it was Kagome too. I hope this chappie satisfies all questions and good luck with the personification! Thanks!

KitKat: I’m really glad! That’s the kind of reaction I wanted from this! Don’t worry, no yaoi, and thanks for the review!

PaperClip: Hahahaha! Scary…wasn’t exactly the word I was looking for, but I can work with that. Hope you like Ch. 3 and thanks for reviewing!

O____o: I hope you like who “B” turns out to be! As for the rest…you shall see! Thank you!!!

Purp1ebabe: I’ve been getting that reaction a lot lately! Thanks for the review and enjoy Ch. 3!

Lovely lady: Glad you love the plot so much! Thanks and Enjoy!

D.I.: Yes yes, the cliffy was mean. But it wasn’t THAT long of a wait until the next update was it? *puppy eyes* Heeheehee. Thanks and enjoy!

Df: please elaborate! I don’t know if that’s a good “er” or a bad “er” but I really would like to know! Thanks!

Yorunaka_no_Yuki: I’m happy I could get you hooked! Which…sounds a little weird, but that’s okay I’ll deal. I don’t usually read KagxSess fics either so maybe that has something to do with the way I’m writing this one? Hmmmmm….anyway, Thanks! Hope you like the new chapter!

SessLvr: OMG please don’t kill meeeee!!!!! Soon enough update for you? Anyway, enjoy the crack. Thanks!

Nic: Wow! I can’t believe people are leaving reviews so late in the game! But don’t worry, no complaints from the peanut gallery. I always thought of Sess being kind of reclusive and quiet if he didn’t have a sword, so that’s what I’m drawing off of. The swivel chair in the pantry bit was actually to show just how lazy he was…that he swiveled his desk chair into the pantry just so he didn’t have to walk, but yeah…I like your idea too! Thanks for the great review and enjoy the chapter!

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Ch 3 of Multiple Choice: Faking It

“You must be my date! Call me B.”

From the look in Sesshomaru’s eyes, the world had just stopped spinning, but his date paid no attention.

“Oh! You brought me flowers! How sweet of you.” The bouquet was abruptly ripped from Sesshomaru’s stone cold hands. “I just LOVE getting flowers.” The ‘friend’ Kouga had so thoughtfully decided to bring went on and on explaining just exactly how much they LOVED getting flowers. Sesshomaru however, did not hear a word, as he was far too preoccupied staring his date up and down. Ten pounds of make-up, Adam’s apple, flat chest, and unmistakable bulge in their tight leather pants.

‘A…MAN?’

“Wh…what did you say your name was again?”

“Bankotsuo, but B for short please!”

“B and I have been friends throughout high school and kept in touch during college .”

Currently Bankotsuo was circling Sesshomaru, as if analyzing his figure. The red hot eyes of another man began to bother the obviously straight teenage boy…right? Obviously right? But his manners told him to keep quiet.

“My GOD Sesshomaru you look EXACTLY like my ex boyfriend!” (A/n: guess who the ex is? *wiggles eyebrows*)

Sesshomaru gave a half hearted laugh of desperation. He looked around with deer-in-headlight eyes: Bankotsuo, radiating sparkles. Kouga, genuinely smiling. Kagome, motioning her ‘I’m rooting for you Sess’ positively ecstatic.

‘Shiiiiiiit.’

“Look! It’s moving!” The line sluggishly began inching forward; Sesshomaru hung back with Bankotsuo and gritted his teeth as all four continued in conversation.Once inside, they found a nook to sit down in, ordered a few drinks via Kouga, and slammed down a few mojitos.

By that time, Sesshomaru had played out the past two years in his, but this time with a different perspective. THAT’S why she had o reluctance to talk about guys in front of him. THAT’S why she had no problem touching him. She had no idea that her every move just about drove him crazy with desire. No idea that his eyes were for her only, not for the male population of their school! School…did everyone at school think he was gay? Was THIS why people stared at him? Why he was unable to make any guy friends in high school?

“Sess…Sess?...Sess!” He snapped out of his trance. “One too may drinks?”

“No…no, I’m fine.” He was confused, angry, frustrated, and in love with someone that thought otherwise. He was far from fine.

“Well, we’re going to hit the dance floor. Why don’t you guys get to know each other without our interference?” Kagome slipped out of the corner, completely oblivious to the silent cries for help from her best friend.

“So.” Bankotsuo moved in closer. “I know there’s not much of a chance, but think you might go gay for me?”

“I’m sorry I’m not--- what?”

“Honey, I’m honestly shocked that gorgeous and macho over there didn’t see your blatant state of shock over that fact that I have a dick.”

Sesshomaru lowered his head. “I’m sorry.”

“No need! And besides, to a gay man like me, you read straight all over. Unfortunately, your one of those types that reads gay to straights.” Sesshomaru sighed. “Don’t feel bad, it’s a very powerful thing to have.”

“Not for me it isn’t.”

“Want to talk about it? I’m all ears.” Sesshomaru glanced over towards Kagome and Kouga in the center of the floor. Kouga was spinning Kagome occasionally, showing her off, and Kagome looked happy, the kind of happy that Sesshomaru wanted to keep for himself.

“I love her…I lover her and she hasn’t the slightest.”

“Ouch.”

“Tell me about it.” He killed the rest of his drink and ordered another immediately…he didn’t want to do this completely sober, it would be too painful.

“So why haven’t you told her?”

“Because I know how she’d react. She would hate me for it.”

“You mean you THINK you know I bet Kagome’s ‘known’ that you were gay for quite some time now; now look how accurate that turned out to be.”

“But the fact that she has a boyfriend now doesn’t help.”

“But you’re not even in the picture Sesshomaru! The way I see it sweetie, as is the way you should, Kagome, as of now, only has two choices: Kouga, or not Kouga. If she knows how you feel then there’s four: Kouga, not Kouga, you, or neither. The odds usually raise a significant amount when you TELL them.” Bankotsuo unexpectedly received a suspicious eye from the extremely gorgeous yet unfortunately straight man sitting next to him.

“Should you really be telling me this? I mean Kouga IS one of your good friends.” Bankotsuo glanced his way and sighed.

“True. It’s nice to see him happy, but he can find that with anyone. If he and Kagome split, I give him 2 weeks tops before he moves on and gets happy like this with someone else. But you Sesshomaru? You, I don’t think will ever be happy – and I mean truly happy – unless its with your goddess over there.” The oddly philosophical and flamboyantly gay twenty-something knew the silence was a good thing. “One of my good friends…a gay good friend might I just add, told me once that love is friendship on fire. You guys already got the first part down, now you just need something to ignite it.”

“Or incinerate it…but yeah, I guess.”

Kagome looked up from her dancing to peer at Sesshomaru and Bankotsuo. What she saw was far from what really was taking place, but her mind allowed the lie. ‘Awwww.’ What she saw was the two laughing, Bankotsuo’s hand lightly brush against Sesshomaru’s leg. But then, then this intruding force swept through her. He only used to laugh like that with her.

She soon realized that both she and Sesshomaru, no matter how close they were, would, or already belong to others. When she saw it from this perspective she found her self sad. Sad in the middle of a dance floor.

“Well sweetie,” oddly enough Sesshomaru found himself accustomed to this name already, “here’s your list: get though tonight, tell her tomorrow or whenever, and live in blissful happiness for the years to come!”

“And how the hell would YOU suggest surviving this nightmare of a double date?”

“Just do what ANY woman does when she’s in trouble.”

“And what might that be?”

“Fake it!”

20 minutes later, Kagome, Kouga, Bankotsuo, AND Sesshomaru were still on the dance floor. Sesshomaru and Bankotsuo weren’t really dancing WITH each other, but rather near each other. In fact, Kouga and Kagome were kind enough as to unglue themselves for the unnecessary sake of their friends’ comfort. Sesshomaru was having fun, and it dawned on him that he seemed to be missing out on that lately.

Kagome, through what she considered to be the alcohol’s fault, couldn’t suppress the nagging feeling of God-knows-what the entire night, but no one seemed to notice. It took her the entirety of the night to figure out that she was jealous. It took her less than a minute to meekly convince herself it was nothing but a sister’s jealousy of her brother being taken away.


O O O O O O


The group stood outside the club, the effects of the alcohol had begun to wear off, and in an awkward conversation decided how and whom with everyone would be going home.

“Kags and I were going to head back to my place for a little bit if that’s okay with you two.” Sesshomaru tensed.

“Sure. And likewise, I’ll take MY date where ever he’d like to go.” At the hint of sexual suggestion he tensed even more.

The couples split in separate directions. Kagome didn’t know what was going on with her! And Sesshomaru just plain didn’t know what was going on until B playfully petted his defined back and chirped, “No worries sweetie, I’ll just take you home.” Relief. And yet, looking behind his shoulder at his best friend and his worst enemy, sorrow. Sesshomaru crawled into bed feeling just as pitiful as he had before the blind date-gone- wrong.

Shortly after, just as his breathing found its slow, steady pace, someone gently tore his down comforter off his body and onto the floor. Who? A mysterious pair of hands curved their way up from his shivering knees, past his quickening hear beat, and stopped at the bottom of his nick. A pair of soft, full, warm lips followed.

Who? What? Why? Making a complete sentence now seemed a stretch far beyond his reach.

The unfamiliar feeling of a person’s weight upon him caught him in surprise. The mystery-girl was now ravaging his neck and every other part of his body she could manage to get her hands. It…WAS a she, right?

But just before he lifted his head to confirm that his erection was not being deceived, “Sesshomaru.”

His whole body woke up with tingling sensations. Eyes widened. Fingers soon became numb. His mind raced wildly with the possibility that it could be…might be…“Kagome?”

The kissing ceased.

He lifted his gaze to the vixen staring alluringly back at him. “Kagome what---” you can guess what stopped him from finishing his thought. The warm, slightly wet, and very soft lips felt like heaven and hell as they seductively silenced her prey. Slowly, she pulled her mouth from his and replaced it with her finger.

“Shhhhh.”

‘This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This CAN’T be happening.’ But the feel of Kagome too real, and that mantra too weak. The new, somewhat familiar lips began making their way back down from where they came, but Sesshomaru knew their intended destination.

“Does this feel good Sess?” She practically moaned as her hands massaged his upper body. He barely managed to squeak out a yes. “Do you want it to feel even better?” Again, a breathy yet bolder ‘yes’ escaped his lips. She grinned slightly and began to focus on the task at hand: a most utterly tantalizing, almost traumatic it feels so good, I’ve got you wrapped around my perfect little finger, blow job.

When she finally reached his belly button, her bra made its way to the floor; a reward for his good behavior. In an aching response, Sesshomaru reached out his hands to give Kagome’s glistening breasts what they deserved. He massaged them tenderly, but with every touch of her skin on his pulsing and very well-endowed male asset, his need for closer contact grew, as did Kagome’s awareness of this need from his the growing intensity of his hands and where exactly they had begun to wander.

But Kagome was no fool. She knew what he wanted. She knew that he wanted it now. But she also knew that every agonizing second of making Sesshomaru tense and moan in anticipation, every second of his orgasm would be hotter and more intense that any others before it.

Sesshomaru felt Kagome resume her previous activities: Her hot, sticky tongue made its way along his protruding pelvis bone just peeking above the elastic strap of his Calvin’s. That same elastic strap was now quickly moving further and further south of his body at the command of ten feminine fingers. The currents of cold air felt immensely refreshing to the recently imprisoned, but only just.

Soon the heat returned ten fold and with the added dampness of Kagome’s tongue and mouth. She moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Sesshomaru’s blatant show of affection filling her.

Did she know what this meant to him? Did she know how weak he felt at the moment? How her hung on her every move? Her pinky finger moved the slightest, and he made sure to feel it. He feebly made his way onto his elbows in attempts to see the work of his Kagome along with all the unfamiliar and sexual sensations.

A tongue ran up from base to tip and twirled its way around the summit. An unoccupied hand soon found something to do as it cupped and massaged two more pleasure points of Sesshomaru’s anatomy. The succulent feelings of tight and moist and incredible pleasure wrapping themselves around their focus. Kagome’s head bobbing, her silk-covered ass out in the air, striving towards one ultimate goal.

A goal that Sesshomaru now felt was going to be met too soon.

He laid back down and focused. ‘You absolutely cannot come this early in the game.’ Pressure. ‘You can’t you can’t you can’t.’ He could feel everything squeezing, tensing, readying. ‘Don’t come don’t come don’t come!’ MORE stubborn pressure. ‘It’s too damn early!’ More, more, more. ‘DON’T---’

Sesshomaru’s thoughts came to a screeching halt as Kagome removed herself from the current position and crawled up face to face with him. She smiled in a stewardess-like fashion and opened her mouth to “Beep beep beep beep…”

Beep beep beep beep, *SLAM!!*

Sesshomaru regained consciousness and in doing so, realized he had just come within and inch of having a wet dream at an embarrassing 18 years of age, and had a very pressing matter that needed tending to beneath his still-intact boxer briefs.

No, that was an understatement.

It was the boner of the century, and it was DEMANDING either a cold shower or Sesshomaru’s full attention. It eventually received both.

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A/N

Hey guys! Sorry this took me so long! I tried writing while I was on all the drugs, but it didn’t turn out too well. Anyway, I’m sitting here with my cast and updating. I REALLY hope everyone liked this one. I wasn’t too sure about all the citrus cause I don’t have a lot of practice writing them, but I guess we’ll see how it goes! Don’t forget to review!