Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ Seduction of Swords ❯ Enticing a Sword. ( Chapter 3 )

Sephiroth pushes the doors open leading to the locker room. He starts to limp and walk slowly to his locker. The pain is becoming harder to endure, his leg is throbbing from where the youkai’s claws ripped through his flesh. When he gets to his locker, he tries to balance his weight more on his uninjured leg. Opening the locker, he gently places his Masamune in it. Grabbing his shower supplies and a change of clothing, he closes the locker, and locks it.

Sephiroth put his supplies on one of the benches in front of him. Turning around, he leans his back against his locker. He lifts his injured leg up, and rests it on one of the benches. He tilts his head back, and props it against the cold metal of the locker. Closing his eyes, he becomes lost in his thoughts.

‘Damn youkai put up a damn good fight. My body is paying for it now.’ Sephiroth winces as the sweat that is pouring off of his body starts to sting the deep gashes on his chest. Leaning forward, mindful of his injured leg, he grabs a towel. After wiping off the sweat from his face, he lowers the towel and wipes the sweat and blood dripping down his chest. He takes in a deep breath as the stinging slowly decreases.

Deciding he has rested long enough, he slowly removes his leg from the bench. Grabbing his shower supplies, and draping the bloody towel over his arm, he slowly limps off towards the showers. Wincing with each step, his body is screaming in pain from the deep scratches on his leg, the claw marks on his chest and the cut on his waist. The youkai did some violent damage to his body. He knows two of his ribs are cracked. Luckily, his body heals quickly due to his enhanced genes. Even with his enhanced genes, it will be a few days until his body completely heals.

Sephiroth realizes he will have to resort to using his curing powers, when he gets safely in the shower. This was something he did not want, or need, anyone else witnessing. Very few have knowledge of his abilities or the power he possesses; he plans to keep it this way.

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Sesshoumaru jumps out of the ring. Landing on the ground below, he hisses in pain. He forgot about the cut on his leg. Closing his eyes briefly, he breathes in slowly, working through the pain. He feels the warmth of fresh blood from the re-opened cut, seeping down his leg. Sighing, wishing his youkai body would hurry up and finish healing the assorted cuts and bruises all over his body.

Sesshoumaru thinks about the fight he just had. Sephiroth put up a long, brutal fight. The evidence was all over his aching body. He hurt from the top of his head to his bottom of his feet.

He struggles to walk straight and not limp, as he heads off for the locker room. The youkai wants nothing more now than to take a shower and get out of his blood and sweat soaked clothing. Reaching the doors to the locker room, he pushes them open and heads for his locker.

When he reaches his locker, he slowly opens it. Hissing in pain as the cut on his arm is bleeding again. Placing his sword inside and grabbing his gym bag, he looks in the mirror on the inside of the locker door. He notices the bruising on his face. Further inspection shows signs of bruising on his neck. He knows that is from Sephiroth slamming his hand down on it. He wonders what the rest of his body must look like.

Reaching in his gym bag, he pulls out a change of clothes and his shower supplies. Placing the bag back into his locker, he locks it. Gradually, he heads off for the shower area. Arriving at the stalls, he finds one to use and enters it. He closes and locks the door, and put his supplies down. Slowly he takes off his combat boots and socks. His t-shirt comes off next. Hooking his clawed fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers, he pulls them down and steps out of them. He neatly folds all of his clothes and places them and his boots into a laundry bag.

Sesshoumaru turns the handle on the hot water, adjusting the settings. Leaning against the wall, he tries to relax as the water hits his sore body. He watches as the blood, still flowing from his leg, mixes with the water, and it turns a pinkish color as it makes it way to the drain. Glancing at his cut arm, he notices it has finally started to heal. Now, he waits for his leg and the rest of his body to begin the healing process.

The youkai begins the long process of washing his hair. When he finally finishes with his hair, he grabs his soap and washcloth, and he begins to cleanse his sore body.

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Sephiroth limps into the shower area. Stopping, he looks around and checks the area out. He heads towards an unused stall in the far corner of the room. Entering into the stall, he closes and locks the door. Leaning back against the wall, he slowly pulls off his left thigh-high boot. He groans from the pain on his side as he bends over. Quickly, he removes the other boot. Standing back up, he unclasps the buckle on his coat. He tries to take his coat off, but the dried blood on his waist makes the coat stick to his side. Quickly he rips the coat off of his body. Hissing in pain, he watches the fresh blood pouring from the cut on his waist.

He inwardly laughs, thinking about how the dry cleaner is going to love getting his battle gear this time. His clothes are covered in blood and sweat, and has rips and puncture marks all over them. Hooking his gloved hands into the band of his pants, he slowly peels the tight leather pants off of his body. He saves his gloves for last. His fingers are ultra sensitive, it is one of the reasons he wears them. The other reasons are to keep his hands clean, and to leave no traces of his fingerprints behind.

Carefully he puts all of his bloody gear into a bag. He grabs his soap and shampoo, and moves directly under the shower nozzle. Turning it on, he tilts his head downwards as the hot water washes the first layer of sweat and blood off of his body. Pouring a generous amount of shampoo in his hands, he works it through his long silver hair. Lowering his head, he rinses the shampoo out of his hair. As he is looking down, he notices his leg is still bleeding. He decides its time to begin the cure magic.

He backs up, getting out of the direct torrent of water. Concentrating deeply, he lifts his left hand in the air, his palm facing towards him. He whispers one word, “Cure.” His hand and arm starts vibrating. A green aura surrounds his body. His eyes begin to glow as the power washes over his body. Leaning back, he rests his exhausted body against the wall. Using the magic has absorbed what little strength he has left. He feels the cure starting the process of healing the various cuts and bruises on his body. It will still take time to heal completely. However, this would speed things up.

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Sesshoumaru finishes his shower. As he is drying off his body, he senses something unusual. Suddenly he feels a very strong aura near by. He looks upward, trying to figure out what it is, and where it is coming from. It is not demonic, but it is powerful. His youkai senses detect a green aura building rapidly. Sniffing the air, he knows there is no hanyou or youkai nearby. All he smells are humans in the close proximity. For a few minutes, the aura is strong. He watches closely as the aura starts to slowly diminish, and then finally disappear completely.

‘Interesting. What or who produced that strange aura?’

Sesshoumaru decides to get dressed and go look around the locker room. Folding his towel, he places it neatly in the club’s hamper. After he finishes dressing, he grabs a clean towel and rubs it through his hair. When he finishes with his hair, he puts the towel in the hamper. Quickly he combs his hair, and gathers his supplies. He unlocks the door and heads out of the shower stall.

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Sephiroth feels he has rested long enough. His energy is slowly returning to him. Grabbing some soap and a washcloth, he moves back under the direct stream of water. Leisurely, he moves the soapy cloth over his body, mindful of the still painful cuts. As the cloth moves over his waist, he winces, as it is still sore there.

His thoughts go back to Sesshoumaru’s blade, slicing his waist. How the youkai ran his fingers down the sword afterwards, then sensuously licked the blood off of his fingers. Quickly Sephiroth’s thoughts turn sexual. Remembering how it felt pressed against the youkai’s ass. How Sesshoumaru was struggling to get free, resulting in him rubbing his ass against his cock.

‘Damn it felt good to be pressed against his hot ass. Mmm… of course, I would prefer him panting, naked and bent over in front of me. My hands firmly holding his hips still, as I thrust my cock deeply into his hot ass.’ Sephiroth’s blood heats with desire. His lust-filled thoughts make his cock stiffen and throb.

~*0*~

Sesshoumaru starts to exit the shower area; he abruptly stops when a scent suddenly invades his senses. Tilting his head upwards, he inhales deeply. It is the musky aroma of an aroused male. Burning lust runs through his mind and body, as the scent of the male’s arousal teases the air. He closes his eyes and stands there for a minute, taking in the scent. The heady aroma calls out to his youkai blood.

The youkai immediately feels warmth pooling in his lower regions. The nagging pressure builds in his loins, his cock aching in anticipation. He shifts his weight as the tightening in his pants becomes uncomfortable. The need to rut overpowers his mind and senses. He inwardly fights to take control of his mind and body. Opening his eyes quickly, he starts breathing in through his mouth, trying to ignore the tempting scent assaulting his nose. He decides he needs to get away from this area and the intoxicating smell that is calling to him. Swiftly, he heads out of the small shower area.

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Sephiroth slowly slides the soapy cloth down the smooth planes of his stomach. The intense need to touch his throbbing cock overpowers him. Dropping the washcloth to the ground, he quickly rinses the soap from his body. He backs up, moving away from the steady flow of the water. When he is far enough away from the water, he lowers his left hand and grasps his hard cock

Slowly he pumps up and down on the smooth flesh. His hot breath comes out in pants and low moans, as he begins to pleasure himself. Suddenly he bites his lower lip to suppress a moan threatening to escape from his lips.

His thoughts focus on how Sesshoumaru looked on his knees in front of him. The youkai’s mouth open as he gasped in pain. Sephiroth tightens his grip and pumps faster thinking, how he would love to fill Sesshoumaru’s hot mouth with his cock.

Bringing his hand to the sensitive tip, he wraps his fingers around it and squeezes it gently. Running his thumb over the sensitive head, he slowly teases the slit with his thumb. Moving his hand up higher, he cups his hand over the top, and coats his fingers and hand with the pre-cum that is dripping out. Slowly, he works his slick hand back down on his long cock, coating it with his sticky fluid.

Sephiroth lowers his head and looks down, watching as his hand pumps up and down on his cock. He begins to stroke faster, closing his eyes and imagining that it is another doing this to him. Images of the stunning youkai flash through his lust-filled mind. Throwing his head back, he arches his back slightly. Grunting and panting in deep breaths, he begins to buck roughly into his hand.

Opening his eyes, he looks down at his cock again. Quickly, he switches hands. He roughly grasps and pumps his engorged cock. Heat starts pooling throughout his body. He throws his head back and closes his eyes as intense pleasure washes over him. His mouth slightly ajar as a moan, harsh and deep, suddenly comes spilling from his lips, “Nnngghhnn.” Biting his lower lip, he tries to suppress the pleasure-filled moans escaping from his mouth. The coppery taste of blood fills his mouth, from biting his lip so hard. Snaking his tongue out, he slowly licks the blood off of his swollen bottom lip.

The muscles on his stomach tense and relax as the pleasurable sensations overcome him. With his free hand, he reaches down and gently massages his balls. He leans back against the wall to brace his trembling body. Relaxing his grip on his sword, he runs his hand back to the sensitive pre-cum covered tip.

Using the slick juices that coat his hand again, he lowers his hand back down his long cock. Rapidly, he pumps and tightens his grip as he pumps from the base to the sensitive head. The pre-cum steadily dripping out coats his hand, causing delightful friction as he roughly pumps his cock. Instinctively, he drives his hips forward as he fucks his hand and fingers.

The pressure builds within his balls. Heat pools in his cock and in the pit of his stomach. Sephiroth pants and takes in quick gulps of air, as his orgasm approaches. Pleasure shoots through his body like burning liquid fire. With one final rough stroke on his cock, his body tenses. Closing his eyes tightly and throwing his head back, he breathlessly moans out, “Nnngggnnmm… Sesshoumaru!” His balls tighten and his cock pulsates as his potent seed shoots thick streams of come on his hand, dripping down through his fingers and on the floor.

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Sesshoumaru leaves the shower area, and heads for his locker. When he reaches his locker, he unlocks it and opens the door. Reaching in the locker, he grabs his gym bag and sword. Closing the door, he walks over to one of the benches.

Sitting on the bench, he begins to pack his gym bag. A sound makes him look up, and around the locker area. He thought he heard someone calling or moaning out his name. Tilting his head slightly, he tries to listen closer. The sound did not come from this room. It was farther away. There are too many people around making noises and talking for him to know where exactly the sound came from. Since he cannot distinguish where it came from, he decides to finish what he was originally doing.

When he finishes packing his bag, he unzips the side of it, and pulls out his cell phone. As soon as he turns it back on, it starts ringing. He heaves a sigh and rolls his eyes as he answers the phone.

Sesshoumaru listens to one of his employees, who is freaking out over a new weapons contract. He answers the employee in one-word answers. He is annoyed at being bothered. Steadily looking at his watch, he wants to go find Sephiroth, and find out more about this human. Finally, he snarls into the phone, “Tell Inuyasha what the problem is and let him handle it. I do not wish to be bothered again today,” pausing briefly, he asks coldly, “Am I understood?” After hearing the employee answer yes, Sesshoumaru presses the end button, ending the call.

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Sephiroth turns around, and leans against the wall, resting his head and hands against the cold tiles. Breathing in slowly, trying to calm his shaky body and breathing down. Suddenly he realizes he has lost track of time. “Shit!” He slams his fists against the wall, cracking the tile underneath his hands. Quickly he puts his hand under the water and rinses off the milky liquid from his hand.

The silver-haired man slams his hand against the tap to turn the water off. Grabbing a towel, he haphazardly dries off his body. Throwing the towel over his shoulder, he reaches for his black jeans. Quickly he pulls them on, he does not bother to zip or snap them. Hurriedly, he puts on his socks and army boots. Pulling the towel off of his shoulder, he rubs it through his hair. When it is dry enough, he throws the towel in the corner of the room.

Sighing in frustration, he slams his fists against the wall again. Sephiroth hopes he did not lose his chance to talk to intriguing youkai. Thinking there may still be a chance that Sesshoumaru is still in the building, he begins to formulate a plan to lure the captivating male. His thoughts focus on what he will say to Sesshoumaru. He smiles wickedly as a plan comes to him quickly. With a plan firmly in place, the time has come to go and see if the youkai is still around. Sephiroth wants him and he wants him bad!

Grabbing his bag and supplies, he heads out of the shower stall. Placing his supplies under one arm, he uses his free hand to run his fingers through his lengthy silver hair. With a slight limp, he quickly heads out of the shower area and into the locker room.

Sephiroth enters the locker room, and looks around quickly. There are people around, but not the man he is looking for. When he reaches his locker, he grabs the handle and pulls on it. Pissed that it is not opening, he pulls on it harder. The door buckles, and the sound of crunching metal causes him to stop. He looks at the damaged door, wondering why it has not opened yet. He cannot help but laugh, as he realizes he forgot to unlock it.

Unlocking it quickly, he pries the door open. Grabbing his t-shirt, he places it over his left shoulder. Throwing the rest of his stuff inside the locker, he slams it shut. He does not bother to lock it. It will take a lot of strength for someone to open it back up.

There is another set of lockers around the corner. He begins to head towards them. Walking around the corner, he is pleased and smiles when he sees that Sesshoumaru is still here, sitting on one of the benches and talking on his cell phone. Sephiroth slowly makes his over to the youkai.

Sesshoumaru listens to a few of his voice messages, and then turns his phone off. He hooks his phone on the side of his jeans, and gets ready to leave. Looking over to his left, he notices that Sephiroth is heading his way. Pleased the human is still around, he wants to question and find out more about him.

Sesshoumaru notices that Sephiroth is not wearing a shirt. He takes in the other male’s well-defined physique, it is obvious the human trained and worked out. Sesshoumaru’s gaze moves down Sephiroth’s smooth and well-toned chest. Shifting his eyes lower, he looks over his washboard stomach. He stops briefly and stares, when he notices the start of silver hair trailing under his belly button. Sesshoumaru slowly moves his gaze down lower. He is surprised that the human did not bother to zip or snap his jeans closed. It is evident that Sephiroth is not wearing anything underneath his jeans, going commando. Quickly he shifts his eyes away from the daring, stunning male.

Sephiroth notices that Sesshoumaru is intently looking him over. He smirks when the youkai’s gaze travels down his body, and stop just above where his jeans are unzipped. Finally, he makes it to where Sesshoumaru is sitting.

“Sesshoumaru, I am pleased you are still here. I assume you are wondering how a mere human was able to keep up with you.”

Sesshoumaru does not answer right away, his attention focusing on the cut on Sephiroth’s waist. He thought the cut was deeper. Strangely, it seems the deep cut is already healing.

Looking up, he finally answers, “Indeed hum… Sephiroth.” Glancing back to the human’s waist. “I thought that cut was deeper. Why is it healing so quickly?”

Sephiroth notices that Sesshoumaru starts to call him human. Then he quickly changes it and calls him by his name. He looks to the left and then to the right quickly before bringing his attention back to Sesshoumaru. He bends at the waist and leans over, part of his silver hair falling over his shoulder, sweeping over Sesshoumaru’s legs. He brings his lips close to the youkai’s ear.

“It is part of who and what I am,” Sephiroth says in a husky whisper. Staying there for just a moment, he lightly blows a warm puff of air against the youkai’s ear. Sesshoumaru pulls back abruptly. Sephiroth straightens back up, a smirk playing across his lips. He brings his hand up, pushing back a few silver strands of hair that has fallen across his face.

“Continue.” Sesshoumaru watches the human closely. The answer Sephiroth gives him peaks his interest further.

Sephiroth scans the locker room again, and then focuses on Sesshoumaru, “You know the old saying, ‘the walls have ears’. I will not discuss it here.”

Sesshoumaru’s eyes spark with curiosity. “Where then?”

“My place.” Sephiroth’s eyes glow with mischief. A dark, perverse smile plays over his lips. Crossing his arms across his bare chest, he watches closely for the youkai’s reaction.

Sesshoumaru’s eyes widen, he is surprised by Sephiroth’s answer. Staring deeply into the brazen male’s eyes, trying to read his emotions and figure out what other motives the bold male has in mind. Finally, he asks, “Your place?”

Sephiroth smirks at the reaction from the youkai, “Yes, my place. I will not discuss it anywhere else.” He looks over to where Sesshoumaru’s sword is laying against the bench. He smiles, thinking it is time to use his pre-planned strategy to lure the youkai.

Shifting his eyes back to Sesshoumaru. “By the looks of your sword, you appreciate antiques,” Sephiroth continues when the youkai nods his head in agreement. “I have an extensive collection of weapons, some antique and some new. I believe you would be interested in them. Then there is my library filled with old books and scrolls. Since you are youkai, I assume you will appreciate the books and weapons. And you will be able to learn more about me.”

Sesshoumaru leisurely stands up and answers, “Indeed. I am interested. I will come to your place,” pausing briefly, he inquires blatantly with a raised brow, “When and where?”

“I have to go out of town for a few days to dispose of someone-something. How does Saturday at 1900 sound?” Sephiroth asks.

Sesshoumaru notices the other male uses military time. He wonders if Sephiroth was at some point in the military. He definitely has the skills of a trained fighter. Pushing those thoughts aside, he responds, “I need an address.”

Sephiroth glances to the left looking at a corkboard on the wall. Walking over to it, he lifts up a tack and grabs the paper it is holding down. Reaching for the pen hanging by a string, he writes down some information on the paper.

Sesshoumaru watches as the other male turns to his left and grab some paper, then writes something down. Looking at Sephiroth’s right arm, he notices a tattoo there. Leaning forward to inspect the tattoo closer, he sees it is a male angel with blood splattered on parts of his body. The male, silver-haired angel has just one wing. ‘Odd. A one winged angel.’

Sephiroth turns and walks over to Sesshoumaru, he reaches over and hands him the paper. “Here is my cell number and my address. I live about an hour west of here.” Sephiroth lightly brushes his fingers over Sesshoumaru’s fingers as he hands him the paper. For a moment, he keeps his fingers on Sesshoumaru’s hand.

Sesshoumaru looks at his hand, as Sephiroth slowly runs his fingers over his. For some reason, he does not want to pull his hand away from the other male’s fingers. When Sephiroth finally pulls his hand away, Sesshoumaru shifts his eyes to the paper. When he finishes reading it, he looks up and responds, “I know the area. I will be there Saturday.”

“Good. I shall see you then, Sesshoumaru.” Sephiroth turns and walks off.

Sesshoumaru studies the other male leaving. His gaze travels down Sephiroth’s body, looking at his long silver hair that shines like moonlight down to the back of his thighs. His hair is another thing that intrigues him about the other male. Rarely did he see someone whose hair is as long as his is, especially on a human.

Grabbing his bag and sword, he swiftly heads out of the fitness center. When he exits the foul smelling place, he sniffs in the fresh air before he heads to his car. Reaching his car, he opens the trunk and places his gym bag and sword in it. He looks over and notices the black Corvette is still there. He gets in his car and begins adjusting the windows.

Glancing into the rear view mirror, he is surprised to see that Sephiroth is standing behind his car, and looking down at something back there. Sesshoumaru wonders if the other male waited and followed him outside to his car.

Sephiroth looks up and sees that Sesshoumaru is watching him in his rear view mirror. Sephiroth smirks darkly at the other man.

Sesshoumaru watches as the silver-haired male turns and walks over to the black car parked next to his. He turns his head to the right and keeps his gaze on the human, watching as he opens the trunk and places his sword and gym bag in it. Thinking it is ironic that Sephiroth is the owner of the black Corvette, he continues to watch as the human gets in the black car. He is curious when he sees that Sephiroth is writing something down.

Sephiroth puts the pen and paper on the passenger seat. He starts his car, and looks over at Sesshoumaru and nods his head. Flooring the gas pedal, he backs up and speeds off.

Sesshoumaru cringes at the sound and smell of burning rubber as the human daringly speeds off of the lot.


TBC…


Chapter 4-The two deadly, yet beautiful men meet up again. Seduction begins.


There are a few people reading this, who do not know who Sephiroth is. I did hint to a few things about him in this chapter. There is a link for pictures of him on my profile.

Note-Thank you for reading/reviewing. -Sephiroth’s solo scene. Wahoooo-Had to leave the room a few times, to walk and cool off writing that one.
*Now on a not so nice note*-To the little boy flamer from MM, who likes to e-mail me, not once but twice now. I ask you once again, what part of Yaoi M/M that is at the top of this story, did you not understand? I bet you thought Yaoi M/M meant two boys eating M&M candy. (Snicker) Guess what? You gave me an erotic idea, on something to write about now. I will dedicate it to you.