Shared History

= Shared History = Chapter 4 = Another Night =

by Katalyst

Obligatory Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns Inu Yasha. I make no claims to it.

Okay, so I'm failing this whole 'writing the sex scenes for Possession' thing. Will you all forgive me if I write them for this fic? *grins charmingly* They'll be more fun in this fic anyway, I promise XD

So, here's the deal. This chapter is meant to be NC17. To follow ff.net's rules, I will only post the lemon parts here. If you don't want to read it, don't worry... just cruise on over to my ff.net profile you won't miss any major plot points. Just a lo fun fun. ^.~

I hope this chapter makes up for the shortness of the last. XD

Props for this chapter go to: Rin, Leana, Ophelia, and Xin. ^^ Thanks loves~ you all rock. Especially mah Rin, who is a wonderful beta, cheerleader, inspiration, and lately, pimp. XD So, a quick bit of reciprocal pimping, because she deserves it muchly... go check out her fics if you haven't already! They're under the id of Sunfreak. Some really great work there, especially Things Worth Dying For. n.h;;

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Another night, sitting at his kitchen table and staring at the walls. Sesshomaru chuckled dryly. This was becoming a habit. He considered the empty bottle of sake on the table in front of him almost philosophically.

To get up for more, or to not get up. He pondered the decision, weighing the pros and cons of both. This was getting pathetic. He sighed, leaning back. The world tilted pleasantly with him.

Yes, he had become really, really pathetic. If he had run into himself back in the day, he would have killed himself out of pity and disgust. Sighing, he let his heavy eyes drift shut.

Maybe he could move again. He hadn't been out of Japan yet. Or switch professions. Or... something. Anything to be able to get away from this. Granted, he was just running away, but really what else could he do? He sighed and unsteadily got up to get another bottle of sake.

He jumped and almost dropped the it as the silence of his apartment was broken by an incessant pounding on his door. He set the bottle down on the table, wove his way to his door, noting the unpleasant way his head had begun to pound.

He wrenched the door open with a growl which quickly stuck in his throat. It was Masa. The boy pushed at him, barging into his apartment before he could even form a coherent sentence.

Sesshomaru blinked. The boy turned to face him, as he took off his shoes. His eyes were narrowed dangerously.

"Come in." He closed the door with a quiet thud, leaning against it.

What on earth was the child doing here? He cleared his throat, warily. "Can I help you?"

"What did you do to me, you bastard?" Masa glared up at him, his voice dangerous and quiet.

Sesshomaru frowned. "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

Masa leaned in, almost threateningly. "Don't play games with me Sesshomaru."

The youkai was in the process of grabbing his student's shoulders and pushing him back when his words impacted. He stared at the boy, and finally managed a whisper. "Miroku?"

"Yes." He sighed, dropping back onto his heels. "In a manner of speaking."

Sesshomaru shook his head. "How...?"

"That's what you're supposed to be telling me, youkai."

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Sesshomaru watched his houseguest warily as he wrapped his hands around a cup of bitter tea, feeling a headache coming on.

After an initial, confused explanation, they had both agreed to sit down and try to work out what happened. Masa was sitting across the table, Sesshomaru's abandoned sake cup in hand. He looked quite content as he filled it.

Sesshomaru winced, wondering vaguely what the principal would think of him allowing his sixteen year old student to drink in his apartment at two in the morning. Somehow, he was sure it wouldn't be something good.

"So, tell me again, why are you still around?"

He sighed, staring into his tea. "Demons are, more or less, immortal. Many of my kind have been killed by the humans... but a handful of us still exist. I suppose you could call us the lucky ones." He laughed then, a low bitter laugh.

"How many?" Masa's eyes were downcast, but his body was tense. Sesshomaru sighed.

"I really don't know. I don't keep in contact with them." He shrugged. "There was really no point."

"Oh." Masa contemplated this, downing more sake. "....You don't thiou'ou're lucky?"

Sesshomaru blinked, looked up. "Well, of course not. Look at it this way. I've watched the world as I knew it be destroyed, those that I considered inferior overrun my land and amass power far greater than my own, been forced to conceal my true identity due to fear of what said inferior beings might do if they discover who I am, and seen all those that I loved die, most before their time." He paused, sipping at his tea. "I've lost everything I believed in and held dear. Would you consider that lucky?"

"I suppose not." The boy sighed, unsteadily pouring himself another cup. "So... if it's still you, why do you look so different?"

Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow. "You should know my human form is, after all, a facade. I do ultimately control it."

Masa nodded. "Makes sense."

Several minutes passed by in silence, both of them trying to think things through.

"Masa?"

"Mmn?"

"When did you get your memories back?"

The boy's eyes grew dark, and Sesshomaru was suddenly acutely uncomfortable. "...when you touched me."

"Oh."

Again the silence grew between them, and the youkai didn't think he had ever been so completely off balance before. The tense silence made the back of his neck prickle, and he stared down at his tea again.

Masa sighed, and he looked up to study the boy, who listed to the side slightly and stared at him with glassy eyes. Sesshomaru blinked. Surely he hadn't had -that- much sake.

The cup slid from Masa's fingers, and hit the ground, shattering. Masa leaned over to look at it stupidly and Sesshomaru groaned, standing up.

Just great. He walked over to the boy, carefully avoiding the sharp pieces, and gently pulled him boy to his feet, noting how his eyes were glazed over and his muscles completely relaxed.

Masa slumped into him, and sighed. "'m s'rry...."

Now what? He was obviously too drunk to make it home. Sesshomaru grimaced. Masa would have to spend the night. And damn, he -hated- sleeping on the couch.

Nothing else to do though. He lead the boy to his room.

Masa perched on the edge of his bed, his head cocked to the side as he watched Sesshomaru move about the small room. He blinked as the youkai shoved a large shirt into his hands.

"You can wear that."

He looked down at the shirt, nonplussed. "'m I stayin here?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Masa blinked.

"You're too drunk to get yourself home."

"'m not!"

Sesshomaru crossed his arms. "You just drank a half bottle of rather strong sake and broke my cup."

Masa flushed. ".... so?"

He sighed. "So, you're sleeping here tonight." He walked over to the closet to pull a blanket out.

"Fine." The boy sighed.

He turned around, satisfied, and his eyes widened. Masa was in the process of pulling off his jeans. His t-shirt already lay in a rumpled pile on the floor. Sesshomaru inhaled sharply. Oh dear.

He turned back to the closet, pretending sudden interest in it's contents. Oh lord, the boy just had to be beautiful, didn't he? Not that he wasn't last time. "Sesshomaru?"

"Hm?" He turned back cautiously. Masa was firmly tucked under the covers and he permitted himself a small sigh of relief.

"Thanks." Masa smiled crookedly.

Sesshomaru nodded slightly, then leaned over the boy for the spare pillow. He looked at him - Masa looked so small in his bed.

As he was drawing back, Masa reached up, caught his shoulder, and pulled him off balance. He caught himself inches from falling on top of the boy, his hands splayed out on either side of his body.

Surprisingly strong arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer and Sesshomaru felt his throat tighten. "Where do you think you're going?"

"The couch." He made each word clipped, suddenly terribly nervous. He knew that look in Masa's eyes, and it did not bode well. He was not going to fuck his student.

He was -not-. No matter how much he remembered from being Miroku, or how long it had been since Sesshomaru had taken a lover, or how much the boy thought he wanted it... no matter how damned sexy he was lying there. He wasn't. Really.

He cleared his throat, trying to look as severe as possible. "You're drunk."

"No.... I'm really not." Masa's grin turned predatory, and he leaned up to cover Sesshomaru's mouth with his own.

His eyes went wide and he tried to push away, but the boy's grip was too damned strong. Damn him. He didn't want to hurt the human. But he didn't want... he sighed as Masa nibbled on his lip.

This could be bad. Hands slid through his hair, and a tongue slid along his lips, flicking in before the insistent mouth went back to sucking and nibbling his lips. It made him shiver. The boy just had to be a good kisser too, didn't he?

He sighed as Masa pulled away, and tried to untangle himself. "I can't-"

He was cut off by Masa's mouth once more. He groaned as the kiss deepened, and he closed his eyes, feeling the brush of the boy's tongue against his own. Clever little brat.

Hands slid up underneath his shirt, and he jumped slightly. When had the boy released his death grip? He briefly considered pulling away, even as Masa's fingers brushed at a nipple. And those little tingles from his kisses grew stronger.

Hell. He broke away from the kiss with a growl. This was ridiculous. Lord knows he wanted this... why was he feeling guilty? Whose rules were he following anyway? Sesshomaru stood up, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the boy who was trying to seduce him.

Masa was such a pretty picture. At some point, he had kicked the covers down, and he lay there in only Sesshomaru's shirt and his boxers. His hair flared out in wild disarray, and his eyes were glazed with passion, his lips swollen and dark. He licked them slowly, raising one arm to tuck a hand behind his head.

The monk always had been a sensualist. It seemed his current incarnation was no different. Masa's free hand was tugging at tuttouttons of the shirt, undoing them slowly. The youkai let out a low laugh, a rough one that made Masa's eyes widen ever-so-slightly. He caught the boy's wrists, pulled them both over his head as he moved to straddle him.

Masa blinked up at him, even as Sesshomaru moved to claim his lips again, harder this time, taking control. He moaned slightly, and Sesshomaru could feel him arching up into the kiss, the tendons in his wrists tightening.

He released his grip and slid to the boy's side, hands moving down to finish the undressing the boy had started. It was quick work. Sesshomaru let his fingers trail over the boy's skin, starting from his thigh, up to his chest.

Masa shivered, looking up at him with dark eyes, and Sesshomaru frowned. What was he feeling? His eyes weren't just full of desire. He sighed, leaning to brush his lips over the boy's neck, feeling the pulse jump.

After a moment, hands squirmed between them, pulling at Sesshomaru's clothes, and his lips quirked into a smile, ruining the perfectly good nip he was planning. He sat up, watching the boy expectantly.

Raising himself up on his elbow, his hair falling over his face attractively, Masa chuckled. He slid an arm around Sesshomaru's waist and pulled himself up the rest of the way. As his hands worked buttons free smoothly, he leaned in to press his lips to the youkai's skin.

Slim fingers hovered at the waist of his slacks for a moment, meditatively tracing the line where his skin disappeared under the cloth. And then with quick, decisive movements, they worked that button free as well and tugged the zipper down.

Sesshomaru gasped as Masa's head dipped, brushing lips over him through his clothes, and he let out a shaky breath. Masa leaned back, grinning.

"Gonna help me get those off you?"

The demon grinned, lying back on the bed to slide the rest of his clothes off, tossing them off te sie side. Masa leaned over him, smiling. His hand brushed at Sesshomaru's hair.

"I miss it."

"Hm?" Sesshomaru reached out to wrap his hands around the boy's hips, pulling him on top of him. God, he had missed this.

Masa stretched languidly, rocking back slightly, making the demon moan. He chuckled, leaning forward to run his lips down Sesshomaru's cheek, nibbling on his earlobe. "Your hair."

He closed his eyes, shivering. "Ah." He let his hands slide around Masa's waist, trying to guide him back down.

The boy froze. "Wait... Hold on."

"Nnh?" Dimly he realized he hadn't managed a coherent sentence in several minutes. He was going to have to work on remembering his vocabulary.

His only answer was a low chuckle. Masa leaned over towards the night stand, rummaging around in the drawer and muttering curses. Finally, he slid back onto Sesshomaru's thighs, a bottle of lotion in his hands.

"You really don't out out much, do you?" He shook his head disapprovingly as he opened it. "Remind me to pick up something better for next time."

Sesshomaru was about to comment on that when Masa's hand, covered in cool lotion, wrapped around him. He groaned, trying to pull the boy back up to him. With a breathless laugh, Masa let him, moving to slide himself onto the demon.

He thrust his hips up, oblivious to the low gasp of pain the boy made. He only stopped moving when he realized Masa had gone completely still. Leaning up, he kissed Masa lightly.

"Something wrong?"

Masa's eyes were shut tight, and the lashes glistened with moisture. The boy's breath rasped in his throat, but he shook his head.

"Nothing." His eyes fluttered open, and he half-smiled, rocking back on Sesshomaru, running his fingers over the taut muscles of the youkai's chest.

He groaned, collapsing back into the bed as Masa continued to move on top of him, until he couldn't think, couldn't do anything but moan incoherent versions of the boy's name as he found release.

Masa collapsed on top of him shortly after, and as he drifted on the edges of pleasure, he could feel the wild beat of the boy's heart. He ran his hands over the tangle of Masa's hair.

Finally, he sat up again, sighing. Sliding out of bed with a wink, he made his way to the bathroom. Sesshomaru propped himself up on an elbow wearily, watching the naked boy saunter away. His lips twitched in a half-smile. Shameless chit. He flopped onto his back, sighing as he slid under the covers.

He could hear the water turn on, and a few minutes later, off again. Masa padded out of the bathroom, and paused by the light switch, watching him with a faint smile. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to stand there all night?"

The light flicked off in response, and the bed sagged as Masa dropped onto it, crawling up to cuddle him, laying his head on Sesshomaru's chest. His breathing was soothing, and the youkai closed his eyes, just listening to it change to the even slowness that came with sleep.

Things were getting complicated.