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Chapter 8 Recap:

"Warm…" Inuyasha breathed, hot air exhaling against his captive's neck, causing the youkai to shiver again and take a few steps backwards back hitting a wall and leaning against it.

Sesshomaru sighed. He'd thought he held his liquor fairly well, but this... this situation was showing him he was a bit more affected by the alcohol than he'd originally surmised. It was especially apparent when he let his head fall backwards against the wall, baring his throat unintentionally, mouth slightly ajar in anticipation. Inuyasha's body was hot against his as his own hands, possessed as they must be, situated themselves on the half-blood's narrow hips.

Inuyasha lazily drew his nuzzling against the demon's defined jaw, his hand trailing back down to what felt like a strong chest. Pulling back just enough to stare at the slight blush across the other's cheeks, his eyes traveled down to the mouth, entranced by the slightly open lips.

Licking his own mouth, Inuyasha murmured out, "You're kind of easy on the eyes."

Sesshomaru, eyes half-lidded, noted how close their faces were, and breathed out, "You're drunk… hanyou…"

"Heh... makes more sense then-"

"What are-..." the demon began.

"-of why... I wanna do this then…" Inuyasha finished, closing the distance between them and pressing a heated, open-mouthed kiss on the other's lips.

 

Chapter 9: Crossing the Line

A moan escaped one or both of them as they breathed in the kiss, inhaling every ounce it had to offer. Breath, smell, taste, feel. All of it. It was hot, smoldering even, and it was all either of them could do as Inuyasha leaned into Sesshomaru, the latter sliding down the wall he’d been up against, coming to sit in the hallway with a lap full of luscious hanyou firmly attached to him by not only the mouth but by hands and- dear god- thighs and legs.

Inuyasha seemed to be trying his very best, the demon thought hazily, to latch every part of his body onto that of Sesshomaru’s. Or better yet, to meld into him.

Sesshomaru groaned low in his throat, pulling out of the deep, hot kiss with a soft pop of lips and saliva, taking in a heaving breath as the vivacious half-demon made an impatient sound and moved in on his neck the next moment.

“Inu-...haaah- sha,” the youkai panted, trying to overcome the overwhelming tingles prickling on at his sides, crawling their way up to his ears and then shooting directly down to his groin. He needed the younger male to stop, or even pause in his actions so he could think clearly and rationally of why this whole thing was a bad idea all around. Were he in his right mind he’d have considered the two main reasons why this shouldn’t be happened... 1) this was a MALE, and 2) they were co-workers (not to mention he was Inuyasha’s BOSS).

So many reasons that this shouldn’t be happening.

So many reasons that he shouldn’t be allowing this to happen...

So many reasons that he shouldn’t be wanting this to happen.

And yet all he could think was how he really didn’t care about any of that right now, he just wanted to make this... this, whatever this was to continue. Even if he wasn’t homosexual- oh dear god.

Inuyasha was grinding against him now.

His breathy pants turned a bit more frantic as he couldn’t help but push up against the warm hardness the half-demon was pressing against him. Fuck.

As ridiculous as the next thought sounded in his head, Sesshomaru unabashedly thought, I can definitely be gay for one, drunken night.

“Ungh,” the hanyou moaned as he grinded up and then pushed down, trying in vain to get Sesshomaru’s bulge to tickle his clothed crease.

“Fuck,” the demon felt like he could come just from those sounds tearing from the hanyou’s throat.  Not yet, he thought, Not-

He bolted up with a fierce speed, Inuyasha in his possessive grasp, their lips still suctioned together, definitely an impressive feat for someone that was as inebriated as he was... Though that was made fairly obvious when instead of standing up straight, the pair fell forward, him landing on top of the half-demon, Inuyasha squirming beneath him, mouth now attacking one of the youkai’s ears. “Shit, Inuyahhh,” he gasped, words dying in a huff of heat.

Sesshomaru gulped, eyes heavy-lidded, as he- inch by agonizing inch- scooted them closer to the door they had originally been attempting to get the hanyou in. One which he wanted to get them in as fast as they could because he was not going to indulge in the delectable half-demon out in the middle of a hallway, no matter how much his libido said it wouldn’t mind all that much.

Inuyasha grabbed either side of Sesshomaru’s head as the demon lifted them up enough to push the puppy-eared male into a sitting position against the door and fumbling around for some keys- ANY FUCKING KEYS WOULD DO!- and proceeded to nearly suffocate him with one of the most tantalizing, tongue-filled kisses he’d ever had. He had actually moaned so low and so desperately that it had him shoving Inuyasha into the door with more force than necessary, effectively breaking the meager lock with a snap. They fell into the doorway, Sesshomaru mindless to do anything much more than crawl along the floor with the wanton being latched on to him.

Grappling for control, Sesshomaru pulled them both up onto their feet before shoving the slightly shorter man against a nearby wall, fumbling for the corner he absently thought he knew was there as his foot knocked what little was left of the door closed.

He pushed his body against the hanyou’s, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt the other’s answering hard on rub against his. His hips kept rolling eagerly, the pace picking up as they passionately kissed, tongues battling, thrilling in the moist, thick heat exchanged.

Sesshomaru’s body buzzed with adrenaline, alcohol and lust. He maneuvered them into another room off to the side, not bothering with the lights as he felt around in front of them for the bed he knew would be there.

His foot collided with it as Inuyasha did something exceedingly sinful with his tongue, groaning deeply as he all but threw the younger male on the bed, climbing on top of him the next second. The demon attacked his neck, all teeth and tongue, nipping the skin harshly before laving his tongue over the indents soothingly.

“Hell,” Inuyasha cursed at the mixed sensations, his mind swirling with some raw, electrical feeling he couldn’t quite discern. His hands moved to take firm hold of Sesshomaru’s head, not only encouraging him to continue with his ministrations but also urging him further down along his body.

The youkai got the hint as he leaned back on his haunches, removing his dark, long-sleeved shirt quickly and throwing it off to the side, his eyes all the while drinking in the way Inuyasha was completely enraptured with the impromptu strip tease. Sesshomaru’s lightly labored breathing increased in tempo as Inuyasha’s clumsy, eager hands fumbled with his trousers haphazardly before giving up entirely and ripping them apart. Whatever outburst at having his pants torn apart was strangled out of Sesshoumaru the second he felt the hands go directly for their intended target.

Inuyasha’s fingers curled around the hot, pulsing shaft, thrilling at the organ’s feel, paying no attention to how the youkai above him used every ounce of his strength not to fall forward and crushing the hanyou under him in a frenzied array of debauchery.

No, instead the half-demon’s eyes, hazy and droopy as they were in his inebriated state, were entirely focused on the cock he held in his hand, thoughts running rampant through his head of what it’d be like to have it grinding against his own naked sex, of how it would feel teasing him as it slid against the cleft of his ass,... of how it would feel inside him.

Inuyasha shuddered. He’d never done this with a guy before but that was nothing but a passing fact in his mind, the more prominent thing occupying all thought process was how much he wanted to take Sesshomaru’s penis into his mouth...

Fuck, his mouth wanted to just completely devour it, feel that thick, velvety hotness sliding past his tongue, down and against his throat.

He dove forward to lick the tip of the head but before he was able to ascertain his goal he was immediately pressed back into the mattress, a strangled sound of indigent, manly squawking leaving his lips at being denied. Inuyasha received his answer as to why he was being deprived when Sesshomaru began tearing at the hanyou’s clothes, divesting him quickly and with no remorse to the shredded articles now hanging from a lamp on the side of the bed as well as various other places around the room.

The youkai pulled them to the edge of the bed, Inuyasha’s legs hanging over the edge as Sesshomaru situated himself between them, his own knees bent on the floor. He eyed the prize before him, his stare consuming the blood infused organ.

Damn him if he wasn’t salivating at what he was about to do, Sesshomaru thought absently, rubbing the pads of his claws across the hanyou’s thighs lightly, thrilling at the feeling of the strong, chorded thighs quivering in response. He spread them further apart and inhaled the pungent, musky aroma.

His mind, his senses, everything seemed to instantly ignite at the smell, and he couldn’t help but grasp the base of Inuyasha’s hard organ and, dipping his head forward, gave a tentative lick to the slit.

Inuyasha threw his head back, his whole body seeming to buck up at the unexpected heat. But before he could do more than convulse and grunt in surprise, the heat was gone. The half-demon cursed, looking down before cursing once again at the eyes... those goddamn fucking eyes devouring him. “Holy... holy shit- Jesus, please, will you just-” he nearly whined.

Sesshomaru’s lip curled, revealing a fang as he said nothing but opened his mouth and let the head of Inuyasha’s prick slide along his tongue before completely engulfing the thick, quivering flesh.

Fuck... Sesshomaru thought as he groaned around the shaft. It felt amazing, addictive even... He continued bobbing on the cock, giving the thick base controlled pumps. He hummed, the action causing even more delightful tremors to wreck through the hanyou’s body.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Inuyasha chanted, throwing his forearm over his mouth and biting down around it to keep from screaming out.

He’s close already, Sesshomaru noted quickly as his other unoccupied hand wrapped around his own dick, stroking rapidly, the mounting pleasure building faster than he could keep up with.

“I’m gonna-!” was all the warning Inuaysha gave before he felt something in him snap, releasing himself all over the demon’s tongue.

He hadn’t meant to swallow, truthfully he hadn’t even thought that far ahead of what he’d do when the other came, but he took it in greedily, finding the act highly arousing and jacking off at a more frenzied pace as he let Inuyasha’s penis slip from his mouth. He took in the boy’s utterly satiated state and knew he was close.

“Hahhhh, hah, hah,” he panted, eyes rolling in the back of his head as his hips bucked, twisting forward harshly as he came on the edge of the bed. He leaned against the bed heavily, heaving. His vision faded in and out as his body felt like it was suspended in the air.

And all he could think before he blacked out was that he was glad he’d situated himself on the floor because with how powerful his orgasm had been he didn’t think he could have done any more than allow his thighs to give out and fall upon the plush carpet of the bedroom’s floor, leaving the hanyou passed out on the bed.

And it wouldn’t be until the morning when the demon would realize he’d taken them to his apartment and not the hanyou’s.

- - -

As she walked up the stairs to his apartment she mentally prepared herself for the marathon of knocking it would take to wake Sesshomaru up after she was sure he drank while at the event the night before (he’d do it just to spite her, too). There was absolutely no way she was going to allow him to use the excuse of a hangover to get out of the meeting they had this morning. She wouldn’t allow it. She pursed her lips as she reached his floor, closing in on his door. Huffing she prepared to use her battle shout.

And it instantly died on her lips when she saw the door come into view.

Her blood ran cold at how the door looked like it’d been broken into. Had her son been robbed in the night? Was he home when it happened?! Was he alright!?

She ran without thought and entered the apartment carefully yet with firm resolve that if the burgler was still in the vicinity she would rip him to pieces is he’d hurt even a strand of her son’s beautiful hair!

Walking past the threshold she picked up what looked to be a broken leg of the expensive entryway table for keys and magazines that she’d bought her son for Christmas two years ago. She held it aloft in front of her, taking slow, careful steps as she walked further into the apartment looking this way and that.

“Sesshomaru!” she hissed at a level only an inuyoukai could discern. She took a deep breath as she tentatively pushed open the slightly ajar door of her son’s bedroom. A shadowy figure in the curtained room came into her peripheral vision. The burgler was right next to her!

She screamed and slammed the leg of the table into the perp as hard as she could yelling bloody murder. She only stopped when she heard a curse that sounded vaguely familiar.

“Ouch! Jesus! What the fuck!?”

She blinked, pausing in her assault as her fingers deftly searched for the light she knew was next to the door.

She flipped it.

Only to come face to face with a very disgruntled, very agitated... -her eyes rounded- very naked...

“Inu… yasha?” she said slowly, as if not believing he was here, making sure to keep her eyes averted and limited to only his shoulders and above.

Did she accidentally go over to Inutaishou’s and not realize it?

The clobbered half-demon grumbled, rubbing his sore head as he moved backwards to sit on the bed.

Izanami coughed as the boy sat down nonchalantly.

Yep, still very naked.

“Could you... put some clothes on, perhaps?” she mumbled, looking away with a blush. At his dumb look she emphasized her request with, “What is it with Takahashi men and walking around naked all the time?!”

His eyes went huge as he stopped breathing and very slowly looked down the length of his body. It was rather amusing watching as the gears in his head started moving the second his gaze landed in his lap because the next second he let out a string of curses that had Izanami coloring and making the mistake of looking over at him again to chastise his foul mouth (that apparently had been inherited, too) before snapping her gaze away once more. He fell off the bed, scrambling around for any clothes he could find and shoving various body parts into- hopefully- the proper holes here and there.

When she’d felt his breathing and heartbeat had calmed down a bit in hear ears she chanced turning around again. He stood there, bless the gods, fully clothed, but...

She stared, her look making the hanyou fidget again.

“W-what?”

She cleared her throat. “Nothing, sorry,” she apologized, thinking better on it than to question why he wore clothes she could swear belonged to Sesshoumaru. “I suppose you came here after last night’s event since it was closer?”

Inuyasha colored again, and Izanami swore if he got any brighter he’d pop.

“Uh, yeah, I guess. I don’t remember too much of last night... Sesshomaru mentioned something about hauling me all the way here, saying I passed out, and that I was ‘nothing but a bag of bones and dead weight,’” he finished in his best Sesshomaru impression.

Izanami cracked a grin.

The poor hanyou... he must have drank so much that the hangover he was having now affected all of his senses... because she could quite clearly smell that something other than ‘passing out’ had occurred. She had the grace to not think of it past that though.

“Right,” he said awkwardly as she continued to stare oddly. “Well he’s just finishing up his-”

“Mother?” came Sesshomaru’s deep voice from the bathroom doorway, clad in nothing but a blue towel hanging loosely around his waist.

Izanami sighed, noting the surprise and... apprehension, her son’s tone held. She also noted the hanyou’s eyes trailing over Sesshomaru’s physique before his eyes did their peculiar bulge and his heart rate picked up again.

“Yeah, well, I... I’m gonna use the bathroom now that it’s free, ‘scuse me,” Inuyasha said quickly, shoving past Sesshomaru and slamming the door shut.

They stood where they were in silence, simply staring at one another.

“You’ll want to call someone to fix your door before you leave the apartment. Since I see you’re fine and not hung over like Inuyasha I expect you to be at that meeting in two hours. Either let the boy stay here until he recuperates or make sure to get him home and or to work safely,” she said as she left the room, waving absently in farewell. As she walked down the corridor she reached into her pocket, flipping her phone open and pressing speed dial.

The phone rang a couple of times before a grumpy “Uhngh?”, roughly translated to “Hello?”, answered.

“Wake up, we need to talk before I go into work. I’m on my way over,” and with that Izanami slipped into her car and sped off in the direction of the Takahashi residence.

 

 

Author’s Note: While writing this I feel that smut isn't my strong suit which is why some of my readers that have been with me for a long time know that I tend to skirt over them somehow XD So this chapter may have come as a surprise being full blown semi smut and such lol. In any case, I'm kinda paranoid that it sucks, so lemme know your thoughts luffluff