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Hopeless Part 3


(Okay, so i lost the chapter. And now I'm just kinda goin with the flow of writing this one... and yeah... *sweatdrop*)

Tom entered the bathroom, seeing Duke looking a tad distracted. Quirking his head to the side, he questions him. "What's the matter Duke?"

The sincerity in his voice is almost enough to make Duke want to just beat him to the punch, but there was an interruption... life is never fair.

"Yes... Dukey  ... what's the matter?" a cold voice mocks from the doorway.

"Oh... is our little boy all grown up? Thinks he can just... run away from home?" There was a smirk in the more petite of the voices, and Tom turns around to see two ethereal males in the doorway. "It won't be allowed..." he continues, voice turning even more ferocious that it ought to be able to from such a tiny stature.

"I... I..." Duke stumbles, moving Tom behind him.

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Troubled chapter 3 - end

Note: this is a Sesshoumaru and Bankotsu fiction, don’t like, then please don’t bother reading, because I don’t want to hear it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Inuyasha, as should be known from all the disclaimers from my other 5 Inuyasha fics.

Content warning: this is a YAOI between Sesshoumaru and Bankotsu. This means that they are both males, and they will be performing explicit….actions.

Rating: Rated R for Language, Imagery, and Adult Themes/scenes.

Category: This will be a Romance with Angst. Other stuff as well, but those are the biggest two categories.

Chapter 3: Proximity

“Okay, Inuyasha, you have some explaining to do!” Kagome screeches after a couple of minutes of silence amongst the party.

“About?” the hanyou questions nonchalantly.

“About… hmm… let’s see… where we’re going… oh.. and why we’re helping Bankotsu… you can’t just ignore me and deem to get away with it! That is ABSOLUTELY not going to happen, mister… you had better get to explaining to me now… NOW!”

“Stop pacing, then…” Inuyasha sighs.

“Fine!” She screeches, plopping down across from him, and yet still glaring daggers at his bowed head.

“It’s not your concern.” He answers simply, lying back on the ground with a yawn.

 

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Troubled Chapter 2


Note: this is a Sesshoumaru and Bankotsu fiction, don’t like, then please don’t bother reading, because I don’t want to hear it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Inuyasha, as should be known from all the disclaimers from my other 5 Inuyasha fics.

Content warning: this is a YAOI between Sesshoumaru and Bankotsu. This means that they are both males, and they will be performing explicit….actions.

Rating: Rated R for Language, Imagery, and Adult Themes/scenes.

Category: This will be a Romance with Angst. Other stuff as well, but those are the biggest two categories.

Chapter 2: Integrity

Bankotsu awoke some time later, held to the inu hanyou’s back by a cloth as the other held his legs, running alongside the monk and demon slayer on the fire neko’s back, and the miko on her bike.

Yawning, he nuzzled into the warmth, though didn’t fall back asleep. “Inu… yasha… can we stop for a moment? I don’t feel well…” He questioned the other, hoping that he would indeed stop.

 

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Troubled Chapter 1


Note: this is a Sesshoumaru and Bankotsu fiction, don’t like, then please don’t bother reading, because I don’t want to hear it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Inuyasha, as should be known from all the disclaimers from my other 5 Inuyasha fics.

Why written: I was sitting in church one day (great place for inspiration, no?) and I thought about it, and the scenario played out in my head, only it was Sesshoumaru, and what I thought was Jakotsu, but it was really Bankotsu’s image in my mind. After looking it up on google, I figured that out, and now I’m writing it. Weird, yes, but that’s how it happened.

Content warning: this is a YAOI between Sesshoumaru and Bankotsu. This means that they are both males, and they will be performing explicit….actions.

Rating: Rated R for Language, Imagery, and Adult Themes/scenes.

Category: This will be a Romance with Angst. Other stuff as well, but those are the biggest two categories.

Ch.1: Intensity

Bankotsu lay in a clearing; the very clearing that Sesshoumaru had left him in. He lay in the exact same location he had been left in, and the only difference is that he had curled up on his side against the base of the tree that he had previously been taken against.

He smiled at the memory of the actions that had transpired, only to grimace at the horrible pain that spread through his abdomen. He was in hell. He wanted to die, though he knew he wouldn’t. He had no idea why this pain was about, he had no idea what to do about it, so he merely remained in his ball, and whimpering pitifully. Not the best of actions for the le-…ex-leader of a very famous assassination group, but hey, that’s the way that things went.

 

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Full Moon. Chapter 1 PT 2


“Good morning young master Nym, always the first to rise, even now...” The head chef politely greets him, as he and the kitchen staff bustle around to make breakfast.

 

“I suppose it saves the staff from having to come to my end of the house to wake me after fighting with my siblings...” he says as my father enters, fully dressed.

 

“Good morning Nym, nice to see one of my children is being agreeable this morning...” His father says, walking past me with a pat to the head.

 

His mother enters seconds behind his father, hugging him loosely around the shoulders and giving him a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “My sweet boy, why couldn't more of my children have turned out like you?” She chirps, already energetic at six thirty in the morning.

 

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Full Moon. Chapter 1 PT 1


Full Moon

 

Warnings: There is slash in here, and there is also rape, some explicit with details, some not. If you find negativity, bondage, rape, suicidal thoughts, or males being intimate with other males an issue, then please, do not bother with this story, for I am not in the mood to hear it. Thank you :)

 

Summary: Umm… I’m not so sure about that, but if you have any ideas for me, please share them.

 

The moon shone in through the parted curtains. Full, luminous. HAUNTING. The rays kept him awake, taunting him with things that he knew not of, or, rather, that he thought he’d never have. Light. Warmth. JOY.

 

These were the things Nym abandoned, the things forlorn and forsaken for this once cheery boy.

 

The full moon, all its exuberance, cousin to that joyous sun, and partaking in all it’s freedom. It taunted him to the point where he wanted nothing more than to bury it. He didn’t want to have to see it anymore. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to shift and close the curtains. To close his eyes. To turn his head.

 

So he stared, his doe-like emerald eyes tearing at the sight.

 

He wanted the moon to become a part of him; to allow him to be accepted within its cult.

 

 

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Troubled


Troubled

Note: this is a Sesshoumaru and Bankotsu fiction, don’t like, then please don’t bother reading, because I don’t want to hear it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Inuyasha, as should be known from all the disclaimers from my other 5 Inuyasha fics.
Why written: I was sitting in church one day (great place for inspiration, no?) and I thought about it, and the scenario played out in my head, only it was Sesshoumaru, and what I thought was Jakotsu, but it was really Bankotsu’s image in my mind. After looking it up on google, I figured that out, and now I’m writing it. Weird, yes, but that’s how it happened.

Content warning: this is a YAOI between Sesshoumaru and bankotsu. This means that they are both males, and they will be performing explicit….actions.

Rating: Rated R for Language, Imagery, and Adult Themes/scenes.

Category: This will be a Romance with Angst. Other stuff as well, but those are the biggest two categories.

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Prologue
Sesshoumaru was walking with Rin, Jaken, and Ah Uhn. They were traveling down some unknown path or other, with no particular destination in mind.

Rin was chatting away with Jaken, who was complaining to Sesshoumaru about how the “human child” was getting on his last nerves with her incessant talking.

Sesshoumaru, of course, was ignoring them both, and continuing on with his train of thought.

Sesshoumaru’s train of thought:

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Yes, one less hassle indeed.

I suppose I should take a journey to the South, just to see that those damn wolves aren’t destroying the place with their reckless antics. Yes, I should definitely do that. And then I can go to the East and have a ‘chat’ with the lord there, for having called this Sesshoumaru a scatter- brained-dog- boy. Yes, I will make him pay indeed. My train of thought is quite precise, thank you very much.

Hmm…where should I go after tha-…

End of his musings:

Sesshoumaru never got to finish his thought, unfortunately, as he had been run into by Bankotsu.

“What do you want boy?” Sesshoumaru sneered at the one on the ground before him, clearly holding a level of disdain that couldn’t be matched at the moment.

“What’s it to you, old man?” Bankotsu bitterly bit back.

Apparently it COULD be matched, as well as surpassed. That was quite a surprise. Mind you, and unwelcome surprise, as was evident, when, in the blink of an eye, Sesshoumaru grabbed him by his neck, and begins to walk off, barking orders to Rin and Jaken to begin to travel home, as he’d catch up with them in a moment.

--oOoOo--

Sesshoumaru took Bankotsu into the forest, and further in, to find a clearing. Upon entering said clearing, the demon lord instantly threw the man onto the ground, where he unceremoniously fell into a heap with a loud “ugh”.

Bankotsu looked up at Sesshoumaru as if he planned on ripping his throat out in his twisted way. But that, of course, would not happen.

Sesshoumaru, seeing this look of disdain, delivers a swift kick to the ribs, both cracking them, and sending the man flying.

“Don’t look at this Sesshoumaru that way, boy.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, OLD MAN!” Bankotsu bit back. He was getting rather tired of this scenario, and quite rapidly, might he add.

“Fine, then I suppose you should be taught a lesson.” Sesshoumaru replies with a smirk.

“Sesshou, stop with the fuckin games, and fuck me already. That IS what I came here for, after all. You know it, and I know it, so what is the point in denying it?” Bankotsu nonchalantly comments. “Fuck, I think you cracked something with that kick, psycho.”

“This Sesshoumaru is sorry.” Yes, yes, yes, he mused It IS rather odd to be apologizing, and to one such as him, but I really do like the benefits of slamming into that perfect body. The curves, so sinful, they couldn’t even be granted to a woman. That’s just beautiful. I’m loving it and I DEFINITELY must have him. NOW!

“Strip” Sesshoumaru orders.

Bankotsu, quick to reply, but slow in the process, decided that a strip tease would be more fun.

Bankotsu’s point of view:

I slinked forward, slowly, sultry, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips. I knew what worked on men in Sesshoumaru’s position, and I planned on taking full advantage of this knowledge.

He stared at me, huskily. He didn’t know what else to do. He knew I was planning on complying, but he didn’t know that I was planning on teasing him for as long as possible; that being, until he got fed up with my games and decided to just rip my clothing off.

I came just out of arms reach, and began my dance. I first unhook my armor, allowing it to nonchalantly fall to the ground. Next, I remove my sword, and, using its tip, move both it and my armor to the ground.

Following this action, I slowly begin my strip tease. First, I release my hair from its messy bun, and shake it in a sultry fashion, allowing it to fall around my shoulders. After that, I lower the top of my haori, to expose some flesh, but not a lot.

I then use my teeth to remove my hand wrapping, also tossing them to the side. Damn, I never thought wearing this many clothes would have its perks. I think to myself as I see the look on Sesshoumaru’s face.

I then go back to my haori. I lower the side that I had started, so that my forearm was showing, and then I work on the other. Slowly, steadily, until gravity takes over, and I am left with my shoulders, chest, and torso revealed, leaving nothing to the imagination. Well, of my upper body, that is.

Sesshoumaru was lost in his own lust at this point, and I knew I had better start this going, or I’d have nothing to wear home.
I decided to, slightly, not be a tease, and so I toss the haori to the side, and get to work on the hakamis.

I undo their strings, and slowly, wiggle out, using only my hips. It was a good thing that I bout them to big. By the time gravity got a chance to take over, I was on my back, with a have naked, and steadily rising towards nudity, Sesshoumaru on top of me, kissing me ferociously, and with such a passion, that I was sure that I might die.

Within seconds, it was to the good stuff.

He wasted no time in preparation, as it was not needed. I was used to this, and there was no use trying to act like I wasn’t.
He slammed into me, over and over, knowing to go for maximum pleasure. For, as he early on found out, the more he pleasured my, the better it felt on his end, and vice versa.

I have a sadistic side as well. Much like Jankotsu’s, except it involves my own blood, my own pain. Jakotsu likes to see the “hot boys” writhing in pain. Bleeding their precious life essence for his own enjoyment. I, on the other hand, much enjoy the roughness that is passed between Sesshoumaru and I. I enjoy when he pounds into me mercilessly, making me feel as if I am being torn in two. I enjoy when he makes me scream in anguish mixed pleasure. And I DEFINITELY enjoy when he makes me bleed, and when that blood, mixed with his seed, spills from within me.
I enjoy the way that I feel afterwards. Barely able to walk from the pain. Barely able to talk from my screams. I love having to fight and force my way to just continue on through the day. It was quite exhilarating.
General point of view:
They finished their task, and Sesshoumaru, caught up in his lust, gives the one beneath him a mating mark, causing the main to scream in agony, and both of them to be in a possibly fatal situation.

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Well, how did I do for my first chapter? I, as you know, am VERY awkward when it comes to the beginning of a story, but I think that this was my best so far. As always, I appreciate constructive criticism, and hope for it, as it helps me make myself and my works better. So please, read, review, and enjoy!
 

 
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My Heart

This is an original story by me, I hope you like. It's only about ten chapters long, so I'll try to get up, like one chapter every time I get a comment, sound fair?

 

Title: My Heart

By: Myssez

Beta: Me, so please tell me if there are any mistakes

Claimer: I’ve gotten this idea from nothing and no one but me, myself, I, and my demented brain that can’t seem to write a PG story…lol


Summary: Vincent was gay, he knew that. He also knew that he like Naido, his twin sister’s friend and that the boy liked him back. What will he do when his heart tells him something is astray? What will he do when he’s told that he’s the only one who can help?



Chapter 1: Vincent

Vince sat in the park. He looked about at the loving couples and wondered why. Why couldn't it be him? Why did HE have to be the one all alone. The one sitting and watching.

As always, he had to play the baby sitter for his younger sister. She had the luck. She had the boyfriend. The good friends. But she also had average grades.

Was that his down fall?

Was it because he was trying to strive for the best that he seemed unappealing to those around him? That couldn't be it...right? But it HAD to be. There was simply no other way.

Sighing once more, he ran his hand through his shoulder length auburn hair, moving his nose-length bangs from his chestnut eyes.

He was of a creamy complexion, but not because he sat around in a room all day and did homework.

He mostly preferred to take his work out doors onto the deck at the house while he worked. It was bazaar, but unlike the rest of his family, he didn't seem to tan.

He sighed for the tenth time since he'd arrived at his current location ten minutes before. She was late...again. And he already knew that he was going to be getting the blame because the supposed angel that was his sister could do no wrong in the eyes of their parents.

It was always him.

Finally, when he was about to leave to look for her, he heard a squealing that was undoubtedly her. He turned and saw her with two people other than her partner and wondered who they could be.


He found himself torn.


What it was that tore him so, he could not describe, but for to look at the male that he'd mistaken for a girl from that distance of first recognition…

Vincent had known that he was gay for about five years now, and his family knew as well. So that couldn’t be what it was that was tearing him…

The party stopped in front of him, and he looked at his sister questioningly. "Can we stay out just a bit longer?" She pleaded.

"Let's call..." was all that he offered her with his sultry baritone.

He pulled out his cell and called the house. "We are going to see a movie with a group of friends. I just wanted to call and let you know that." He said into the phone.

Their parents immediately wanted to know where his sister was and he gave her the phone.

She spoke for a while in her high pitched voice that, surprisingly, didn't make him want to rip his head off. She told them that it really was his idea to call, and they seemed to believe her as they let her off of the phone.

She sighed and shrugged and handed him the phone, turning to leave.

The two new males looked at him.

"Yes?" He asked, waiting for a response.

"We are waiting for his boyfriend..." The smaller one that looks like a female announced in a soft voice that sounded almost feminine.

"Oh..." Vincent said deciding to stand with them.

Three minutes later another male entered Vincent’s peripherals and pounced on the taller of the two new males. Giggling, the four of them begin to exit the park to catch up with Vincent's sister, Dianne, and her boyfriend.

All the while, Vincent couldn't help but notice a tugging on his heart. Something told him that there was something about that boy; something that needed his help; was desperate for it, and crying out for his attention.



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I want to update for this one, but I've decided that since I haven't updated in a while or written anything else for the story a while I'll try and get to atleast chapter ten of the story on paper before i start uploading again. So be patient with me to all who are reading it. If you want to find anything else by me, just email me, and i can tell you places where I've written other things :)
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