Too Much Time On Their Hands

Michael woke up feeling sore, angry, and frustrated at Kouga. Kouga had no clue on how to deal with a Sophisticate turned demon which was precisely why he wanted to go home with Sesshoumaru since he knew what suffering Michael would endure. The stupid wolf did not and seemed not to care. He was too young to understand the mess he put Michael in when he begged Kouga not to give him his blood. Kouga never listened to anyone so why would he start doing so now.

The damn wolf tied him down when his vampire side died that night and kept whispering sweet nothings in his ear like it would make him feel better then left him alone to deal with it himself while the asshole made love to his mates making Michael listen to that the whole time. Did the wolf not have one small sense of hospitality or good manners? It had been hell on earth.

Kouga was indeed beautiful, but a Sophisticate’s worst nightmare grammatically speaking and the man’s home looked like a tornado hit it. When Michael got free of his bindings the first thing he did was start to clean only to get yelled at because the three wolves now couldn’t find anything. How did they live like this?

“Michael will ya stop cleaning my house for five fucking seconds?”

Kouga growled as he found his way into the kitchen where Michael was sweeping. Kouga’s long silky black hair flowed about him in a mess of ebony splendor. Michael couldn’t help admiring the body, but the boy was indeed trying his patience. Michael could not live like this. It was unacceptable even to most demon standards.

“Do you know how to clean Kouga? Did it ever come to you that perhaps if I am to live here I have to make this place livable?”

Michael huffed as the broom was stolen from his grip with an angry wolf looking at him like if he swept one more thing he was going to suffer.

“I am used to living in a damn den Michael not a fancy house like our dog Lord. He drove me insane and I am not about to allow you to do the same.”

Kouga then sat down to a pretty impressive breakfast that Michael had cooked. It was like he didn’t gain a new male mate, but a female instead who was his new housekeeper plus quite a cook. It didn’t matter though. Michael was male so damn him he was going to act like one of the pack.

“When did you lose your sense of hospitality Kouga or your spirituality Miroku? I thought one was supposed to bless the food and thank the person who made it before shoving it down their throats.”

Michael stated angrily as the wolf started to just wolf his food down literally and Miroku started to join him. Miroku stopped everything and did a quick prayer over the food then both offered Michael quick thanks for the food he made. Michael had enough at that it was unacceptable.

“I am leaving. I can’t handle this and being ignored during the worst night of my life was unacceptable. I am going to my new home with the man you both called a snob who at least has my interests at heart besides his own.”

Kouga turned growling at Michael grabbing the man by the back of the neck before he could leave.

“You will not leave and this is your home so get used to it. You are mine until Sesshoumaru comes for you. Now sit down and quit acting like such a big snob yourself. You will come to understand life with us soon enough. You are dealing with wolves, not dogs. We live as we always have and you will learn to accept it.”

Michael was forced into a chair and growled at any time he tried to move from it so he sighed giving in trying to not look at the wolves as they ate. He was having a hard enough time trying to figure out how to actually eat looking at the utensils like they were the enemy since he had not eaten real food in centuries. He always hunted and drank his dinners.

Miroku sighed at Michael as though he were a child and assisted him with the utensils. It was time consuming, but Miroku did have some patience although Kouga rubbed off on him a bit as he showed Michael how to do things so he would not choke to death on the bites he was trying to take.

“Now chew your food. Kouga you obviously forgot that Michael hasn’t eaten like one of us for years. You could indeed show him some consideration and not leave it all on me. You are supposed to be the damn example.”

Kouga shrugged and pulled Michael onto his lap. The man was his new pet and he was going to have fun with him even if Michael complained about it the whole time.

“I am not a child.”

Michael grumbled out as Kouga fed him running his clawed fingers over his leg. He enjoyed teaching this beautiful man and he would keep doing so until the pain in the ass figured out who he belonged to.

“I am your Alpha and you will obey me. You are mated to me just as you are mated to the other two Alphas. I am the Alpha of the wolves no matter what anyone says and those two dogs accepted this. Now it is your turn to know your place in the pack. Get used to this because it is what I wish to do and you will learn to accept my whims just as Miroku has.’
“Ayame is a different story all together thinking she is in charge of us men since we apparently do not know what is good for us or how to take care of ourselves. As you can see we do just fine. She is a bitch no matter how I have tried to drive that out of her and a Queen of wolves so if you have any sense of self preservation do not piss her off this early in the morning.”

Ayame came out of the room yawning and then sat in what was Michael’s chair yanking on Kouga’s long hair roughly to let him know he was in trouble again causing Kouga to wince. Everyone knew who was in charge of the house including Michael.

“You left him last night and I told you not to. I thought clawing the hell out of your back was good enough, but you obviously still need to learn manners my love. You are an asshole.”

Kouga winced a bit and growled.

“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed again dear?”

Ayame let go of Kouga’s hair. She was tired, in heat, and worn out.

“What is this? Who made this? It wasn’t you two so Michael you must have done so. It is about time someone else besides me learned to cook in this house. It looks nice in here too. If I heard you two jerks complaining about this I am going to hurt you both.”

Michael would have said thank you if Kouga had not shoved another mouthful of food into him.

“Michael’s mouth is busy Ayame since he hadn’t known how to eat in centuries. I am training him and so he will be busy unable to say much to you. Don’t be such a bitch this morning woman I can’t take it. First Michael cleaning the damn house like it needed it and now you complaining about my cooking. Just because I hate doing it doesn’t mean I don’t know how and what the fuck is wrong with pizza? It is easy, no one has to cook so no one can complain, and damn it all do not throw away my beer in the morning if you want me to be civil to anyone.”

Ayame smacked Kouga onto the floor grasping Michael out of his lap putting Michael on his own chair. Miroku after enjoying another bite of syrup drizzled pancakes looked at Kouga like he was the big asshole of the table.

“Pizza isn’t an everyday thing you jerk and even I am getting sick of it. I love pizza for only so damn long Kouga; you could at least thank the man for working so damn hard. Why do you always have to be critical of everyone and everything you asshole?”

Kouga sighed getting up from the floor. Then he sat back down ready to eat used to Ayame being a bitch in the mornings stealing Michael from his seat again and put down the fork. Then kissing his new mate he smiled.

“There, you have been thanked. I don’t say it very often so don’t expect this kind of gratitude in this house to be a habit and I will have my beer in the morning so don’t you get any bad ideas from Ayame since she did wake up on the wrong side of the fur again. You are new to our lifestyle. You will be able to handle things soon enough. I have to go to work so stay here with Miroku and Ayame until I get back. Someone has to take care of the politics around here and I am stuck doing so. Behave or I will make all of you suffer when I get home.”

Michael was unceremoniously dumped onto Miroku’s lap after Kouga groped his ass then left the table kissing his other two mates goodbye as Miroku kept a clawed hand on Michael’s leg so he couldn’t move. Michael felt like he was just their plaything, he had no idea how true that statement would be over the next few days since now he was done with the changes only to now be a true member of the wolf pack.

“Don’t worry Michael, he is always like that.”

Miroku stated sipping his coffee and urging Michael to try it. Michael coughed out as he sputtered in disgust at the black coffee that he had attempted to try to drink.

“This is horrible. Bitter, nasty, how can you stand it?”

Ayame smirked and made Michael try hers with cream then two scoops of sugar.

“It is better this way if you are not used to it Michael. I must go too so it will be you two for the next few hours. See you later my loves.”

As their female kissed the two males goodbye to go to work at the hospital Miroku sat reading a newspaper with Michael still seated firmly on his lap as Miroku commented on how crazy women were putting anything in coffee completely ruining it.

“Your wandering hand is going to be the death of you monk.”

Michael stated as Miroku’s hand kept traveling places he wasn’t sure he was ready to try testing out yet.

“Yes indeed.”

Miroku stated smirking a bit. He was having a ball. It was his day off from work so he was to stay home with their new acquisition.

“So do you mind?”

Michael stated appalled that he was being groped and he didn’t ask for this.

“No. I don’t mind one bit.”

Miroku stated as he slowly was trying to seduce the beautiful once vampire into a tryst he would not forget. Hell, he and Ayame had enough of being the only ones bearing Kouga’s children it was time for another to do so for them. Miroku wanted some of his own too. Michael was in season so why not?

“Maybe I mind. Maybe I changed my mind about all of this did you wolves ever think of that?”

Michael stated as he was trying to fight his way off of Miroku’s lap.

“The more you fight the more interesting you become Michael. I want to see what our beautiful Lord Sesshoumaru thought was so fascinating about you and besides that you will not be able to get a single one of us to leave you be so you might as well sit back, relax, and settle down. This is your life now, like Kouga stated, get used to it.”

Miroku sighed softly as if Michael was indeed a simpleton who just needed to be educated.

“I don’t wish to be molested all day young monk. May I at least be free to wander the hovel I am to be placed in for the time being until our true Alpha comes for me?”

Michael got up as Miroku let him go shrugging his shoulders. He would not fight the newly turned demon man right now. They could continue their interesting conversation later.

“Do as you will Michael, but do not wander too far. I doubt Kouga will be pleased with you if you do such things as try to escape your home. Believe me you will not be able to sit for a good week and he will punish you severely so do not run. I guarantee he will catch you.”

Miroku stated with a wink and went to clean up the mess in the kitchen only to have Michael grab the dishes out of his hands.

“I will take care of this mess. You go wander off somewhere and let me be for a while. I am still getting used to this body and these changes. Let me do as I need to.”

Michael started cleaning and as he did so he was thinking because he felt trapped in this place. It wasn’t a bad home, but it wasn’t his. His home was much grander and seemed so far away. Michael wasn’t used to others being around him and was going a bit stir crazy being forced to sit still for so damn long.

He had to get out of here, but how to escape without being caught was the problem. Kouga was damn fast as was Miroku. He was still quite weak from the changes and wouldn’t make it very far with his biggest fear being the intimate side of all of this. The demons wanted more than he was ready for. The only person he had been intimate with was Sesshoumaru and that had been what felt like a millennium ago. There was no way he could just take that one precious memory and allow another to make a new one yet when he wasn’t sure he was ready to give into such advances.

Miroku watched Michael like a hawk. The man was beautiful and ready to bolt any second. The hell he would have to pay if he let Michael run would not be worth it so he had to keep Michael preoccupied until Kouga got back. Then it was up to Kouga to explain things. Miroku had gone through all of this before, but they were not dealing with a young newborn demon.

Michael had lived longer than any of them, but from what Miroku knew was still innocent to many things. This was not a situation the Kouga could just wing his way through. Miroku in some ways really hoped Sesshoumaru would hurry his ass up and take his claim before something happened that made Michael resent them all. It was hard enough for Miroku to keep his control with the scent Michael was emanating from his new changes and Kouga was going to be a rage of hormones around the poor guy. That was why Kouga was hesitant to go to work today wanting to call in only to have Sesshoumaru call on their cell telling Kouga he had better have his ass at work or it would be completely clawed off.

Sitting down at the table watching Michael, Miroku looked at his cursed hand that was no longer a problem except it still groped at the speed of light. If Michael did not quit smelling and looking so good bending over he might have to work on his tennis elbow problem later to keep from groping the gorgeous demon.
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