InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A San Francisco Treat ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

A/N:

Thank you, to all who have read this story thus far and, who have taken the time to leave a nice review. The next chapter will be the last and I will follow up with an Epilogue.

 

Warnings: Sexual Situations Lemon/lime.

 

Enjoy!

 

 

 

Chapter Seven

 

It was now evening, and Inuyasha was getting ready for work. He glanced at the clock and frowned. He still hadn't heard from Sesshomaru, and began to worry, doubting their relationship further. Was his father wise to discuss this with his eldest? He didn't know, and he felt stupid, also, for even considering seeking Miroku's guidance. He'd already knew the answers, but he guessed that he needed confirmation as well.

 

He dreaded going in tonight, knowing that the entire shift he would be obsessing as to why, Sesshomaru never called him. He said he wouldn't do this to me again?! Inuyasha thought angrily, and didn't want to go through the pain and hurt that he would endure if he felt or was, rejected again. He already had an outstanding bill with Miroku and if Sesshomaru kept this up then. . . Inuyasha shook his head; he knew that he would need more counseling. However, he wanted to believe that he was better, and certainly didn't want to regress with doubtful feelings.

 

Inuyasha sighed, as he ran the hairbrush through his thick silver hair, his fingers trailing behind, making sure there were no tangles, and absolutely, hated having knots. He smiled when he recalled Sesshomaru, and him have something in common. They were fanatics about their hair. With the exception of, rough foreplay or, too irritate each other.

 

He laughed again as the memories continued, images that seemed so vividly real. Almost as if, it happened yesterday. He closed his eyes….

 

The soft sound of waves washed against the shore. Inuyasha stood on a back balcony leaning against the wooden rail. He was spending the night at Sesshomaru's beach house. He had fallen in love with his home. Somewhere he felt comfortable and something he could get use to seeing everyday, was the Pacific Ocean: blue and full of life. Even now in the dead of night, he managed to see white cap waves readying itself to crash onto its beige sandy beaches.

 

An evening breeze cooled Inuyasha's warm skin, and could feel the ends of his ponytail tickle his bare back. He closed his eyes and smiled, the night was perfect, and the Opera set the mood for greater things to come. He had no idea that it would escalate into something more…a deep emotional feeling, which left his body yearning for more: they had just made love for the first time.

 

Inuyasha felt alive, and the euphoric feeling of weightlessness. He smiled brightly, “So this is what being in love feels like?” He surely didn't expect a quick reaction to his question. He shivered feeling a masculine pair of arms wrap firmly around his firm torso.

 

The heat from Sesshomaru's hot breath racked across his neck, and could feel his firm erection lay across his back. “C'mon to bed, and I'll show you....” Sesshomaru suggested his tone husky and filled with lust.

 

Inuyasha tingled from the touch of his lips and could not help but melt at his very words. It sounded promising. A deep rumble came from his chest, as he could feel a strong hand wrap around his manhood. Soft, yet a firm palm began fondling and stroking the hard shaft, as fingers swirled around the mushroom-capped head descending towards the base. The rhythm was mesmerizing, and quick. The erotic encounter left Inuyasha breathless as his lover gave him great pleasure. He leaned his head back against Sesshomaru's chest, feeling lips kiss and suckle against his neck. His other hand was free to feel the rest of his body. He could feel Sesshomaru's fingers, grab onto the ponytail pulling his head further back, showing a display of dominance.

 

Inuyasha couldn't handle all that was happening to him, as he whimpered under Sesshomarus' assault with his hand. He gripped the railing tightly, panting; he was so close to release. Sesshomarus' touch was experienced and it felt entirely too intense. He was so close and yet, the taller demon would slow his pace.

 

“P-please….” Inuyasha moaned, “S-stop, f-fucking—around!” He said clenching his teeth together tightly, as his body ached with need. He growled, disappointed the delightful physical pleasure that he was receiving was now gone from his throbbing manhood.

Inuyasha didn't hear the elastic band snap, nor did he care that a strong hand gripped tightly into the loose tresses of his hair. In addition, he wasn't surprised that he was suddenly spun around facing him, staring into the extremely angered yet, hungry golden eyes of his lover: retribution.

 

Towered, by a tall, handsome, beautiful demon, Inuyasha couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. How did I become so lucky? Soon the thought was gone. What before was a night of slow torturous pleasure now turned into a battle of strength and the passion of rough sex soon to come. Inuyasha smirked, baring his white fang smugly at the taller demon. Yet the body standing before him was distracting him with his composure for the battle of dominance. He couldn't help but rake his eyes over Sesshomaru's strong chest, his chiseled abdomen. His long hair swaying gently in the breeze and his stoic yet lustful look was his downfall, as he grabbed Sesshomaru's hair tightly and brought his lips forcefully, passionately toward his. He growled delighted that he responded with such vigor….

 

Inuyasha sighed recalling that night. He laid the brush down on the dresser. Glancing over at the clock his eyes widened. He had to leave, or he'd be late for his shift. Quickly he threw his shoes on and grabbed a rubber band. Grabbing his keys, he headed for the door. He glanced at the phone that hung in the kitchen with dismay. “Why haven't you called?” he whispered softly, painfully as he stepped out into the crisp night, closing the locked door behind him.

 

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Sesshomaru left his office early; he had a dinner date with his father, and could only imagine what he wanted to discuss. It is probably about Kagura again. He thought bewildered. He was hoping to see Inuyasha soon. Hell, he was already upset that he couldn't even call him. — Booked with clients and appointments one after the other. He thought about calling him now, but he had a feeling that he had to work tonight. However, looking at his cell phone, he growled, his phone lost its signal since he had left the office.

 

Pulling up to the restaurant, he stepped outside. There must be a storm coming? He mused, sniffing the air. It is probably coming in from the west. A strong breeze latched on to his silver mane violently whipping it around in his face. He could see dark storm clouds in the distance. Damn! He cursed he hated getting wet.

 

Sesshomaru wasn't surprised that they were meeting in an elegant restaurant called: The First Crush. His father enjoyed going there since he felt comfortable, and because they had the best wine and food, he however, found the restaurant drab. White tablecloths and emerald green walls lined the way to the bar. However, as much as he distained coming here, it was his father's favorite place and they would always meet here if the situation were important.

 

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Sesshomaru ignored the host, when he saw his father sitting at the bar, and growled when he saw the restaurant packed full of people, and by the business, he was sure, his father had reservations. So calculating. He thought, and grunted when the host interrupted his notion, wanting to know if he had reservations.

 

“Sesshomaru Takahashi,” he said sternly. He was upset: what was his father up to? “I should be in the directory.”

 

Sesshomaru stood there emotionless as he watched, the host checking the list.

 

“My apologies sir, your father is waiting for you at the bar.”

 

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Approaching his father, he sat down in the large mahogany swivel chair, his back relaxing from the comfort ness of the chair “Father….” Sesshomaru growled softly as the bartender interrupted their formalities. He ordered a glass of Merlot and then turned to his father. “So father, why am I here?” he asked loosening his silk tie.

 

His father smirked, “Impatient as ever, I see.” He said as he lifted his wine glass to his lips. “Son, did you get the Onigumo account?”

 

Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes, discouraged. He knew now that this dinner date currently had a hidden agenda. It always began with questions regarding his job and then about his personal life. “Father, you know already that we signed a merger with Onigumo Industries. You're the one that set up the appointment…, why weren't you there?”

 

His father shrugged his shoulders, “I had personal business to attend to. I knew you were capable dealing with Mr. Onigumo.”

 

Sesshomaru smirked, “Okay, enough about business…. When does the real interrogation began?”

 

A resounding laugh came from his father, “I am afraid my son, you know me too well.”

 

Sesshomaru didn't respond to his father's comment as he glanced down at his watch impatiently feeling a hidden hunger began stirring up inside him. He needed to call Inuyasha, hear his voice. “Excuse me father, I have to make an urgent phone call.” He said standing up from his chair. Again, Sesshomaru heard his father chuckle.

 

The bartender stopped by letting them know their seat was available as he handed them two menus.

 

“Will you be staying for dinner after you call Inuyasha?” He asked as he looked into the menu. “Would you like me to order you're usual?”

 

What? How did he know? He couldn't speak, his voice caught the fear that suddenly laced his voice. “What…? What was that you said?” He sat back down in his chair suddenly feeling dizzy. A rush of emotions and questions stirred in his mind. Who told him?

 

“Son…? Are you all right? You look kind of pale.” He asked pushing his sons drink toward him and laughed. “Here son, drink this. Maybe you should order something to eat also.” Of course, he was expecting more of an outburst from his son. He never would have expected his son to almost faint.

 

Sesshomaru picked up his glass of wine and began to drink it greedily. He felt his father's hand rest against his arm; forcing him to slow down. He glanced over at his father, his eyes wide with confusion, when he could see his father's fang kissed smirk. Was this some kind of a cruel game father? What are you doing to me...? and how did you find out?

 

“Inuyasha did the same thing, when I told him that I knew about you two.” Mr. Takahashi said laughing. “Sesshomaru, are you sure you're okay?” he asked seeing the look of terror on his son's face. “Deep breaths my son…. Let's head to our seats, order some dinner and discuss this rationally.”

 

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Lightning illuminated the black sky as the familiar sound of thunder soon followed. The rain came down hard and fast, sounding like dozens of pellets penetrating Sesshomaru's car. He gripped his steering wheel tightly, as he drove to the San Francisco Treat nightclub. He tried to call Inuyasha but all he got was his machine.

 

The windshield wipers did little justice to the rain that beat heavily on the windows. The roads looked liked a wet blur, as the streetlights glistened, causing him trouble on the roads. However, he was determined to talk to Inuyasha. He needed to know if he was okay.

 

After the talk, he had with his father. He felt relieved. He never expected his father to be so calm, so rational, and logical. He listened about how his mother threatened Inuyasha and his family and it earned a growl of disproval. Was his mother that cruel? He knew that she was a hard woman and worked very hard to accomplish what she had today. However, listening to his father disregard her requirements was astounding all by itself. It made him feel a sudden rush of pride for his father. Standing up to his mother was no easy task.

 

Inuyasha….

 

 

He was filled with an over amount of joy, that his father had approved, and would even take care of Kagura. Of course, he would have to hear the disappointment in his mother's voice, but at this moment, he did not care. He was on a mission and tonight Inuyasha would be his.

 

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Inuyasha growled, when he had to serve Naraku again he had been barred temporally for six months, and now he was back giving him grief. Of course, he had to come back. The cold look in his dark brown eyes promised revenge. However, Inuyasha ignored it and snorted disdainfully, as if he didn't have enough of his own personal dilemmas, now he had to deal with his prejudice remarks. He was pissed that the owner allowed such filth back into his place of employment.

 

However, as much as he hated serving him again, he knew it was his job. Now, it was close to Midnight and his thoughts of Sesshomaru kept him distracted. He only had an hour and a half until they called `last call'. Therefore, he kept himself busy. It was retro night, and he listened to the rhythmic pulse of the fast pace music in the background. He looked over at his bottles and did inventory. He was fanatical when it came to his liquor each bottle meticulously placed accordingly. With his notepad in his hand, he wrote what he needed at the end of the night.

 

“Inuyasha….”

 

Inuyasha's ears twitched, the smell of wet dog wafted across his sensitive nose. He caught his breath as he slowly stood up and turned around, staring wide-eyed into a pool of golden loving orbs….

 

“Sesshomaru…?”