Author's Rant: Finally! Thank God.

The Uke's Wicked Word and the Seme's Counter Defense

"You know I love you right?"

No reply.

"Really, I do. It's not as if I wanna do this to ya, but duty calls and all that. You understand, yeah?"

Still no reply and Inuyasha would be a complete to expect one from his fuming husband. Sesshomaru was going to be pissed for a good measure of the day and he had every right to be. Waking up the way he had this morning was not his idea of a way to start of a productive day.

Somewhere inside of Inuyasha's foolish mind, he'd thought it'd be a wonderful plan to stir Sesshomaru out of a deep sleep to practice that, that fucking word. It was horrible. Sesshomaru barely had his eyes open when he felt the sensual grind of a healthy dick rubbing against his. That part was perfectly fine. Sesshomaru didn't mind being seduced. However, that whole scenario of being ridden like a bronco went up in smoke.

Inuyasha had leaned down—bared chest and wearing a pair of cute red boxer briefs—and said with an even crisp tone, "No."

The Seme Master's bones locked up from ankle to pelvis, his eyesight blurred and his libido flared a full minute before it vanished completely. Sesshomaru's extremities were numbed so severely he wasn't able to tell if he needed to take a piss or if that part of his body could even function.

"I did what I had to do," Inuyasha went on to say.

Sesshomaru gripped his hand around the steering wheel, thinning his lips.

It'd been Inuyasha's idea for the two of them to share a car. Sesshomaru couldn't if he wanted to. He was under lock and key, his dick padlocked with between Inuyasha's claws. He maneuvered the Tahoe into the parking lot entry and pulled to the side leading into the school building. The sooner he got rid of this tyrant hanyou the better. Sesshomaru just can't stomach the sight of his bastard mate any longer.

The hanyou opened his door. "I'll see you next week for demonstrations class. Love you." Inuyasha leaned over with his lips puckered.

Sesshomaru mushed him in his face, shoved him out the car and took off to find a parking spot. He could see Inuyasha bent over with laughter, holding his eyes like someone said the best kind of joke. That's perfectly fine. So very, very fine. After today, they'd see who was the one left to laugh. Sesshomaru had worked on his experiment all week. The efforts were tediously stressing and very frustrating when having to be done discreetly. However, it was worth the strain and hardships.

Laugh. Yes, go right ahead and laugh you good for nothing, handsome, little uke. Lest you forget that I am known as the Seme Master for a reason. It's the uke's place to be beneath their Seme after all. Inuyasha, you shall remember your place come next week.

"Alright everyone gather around, gather around. We're about to take you to a place you'll never wanna come back from."

The whole class was on edge with excitement. Inuyasha had walked inside with the enthusiastic energies of a ten-year-old at a baseball game. They'd all come dressed in red polo or red t-shirts and khaki pants. Inuyasha wanted a uniformed unity set up when he finally gave his students the symbolic word that would bring many days of free butt ache and pussy burns.

"We've finally reached that breaking point of no return. After day you all can guarantee a safer life as ukes."

The students nodded happily amongst each other, fingers clenching and pencils at the ready. Inuyasha's chest swelled with pride. He couldn't believe how far his students have advanced since this class began weeks ago; granted they were getting to this part a little early, but better safe than ever right? He planned to make sure that these young men and women could depart from this class with their heads held high and tremendous confidence in having a leash on their seme's libidos.

He gazed at each young face in turn, all of them eager and ready to fill with their minds with the flawless advice of the Uke Master. It nearly brought a tear to Inuyasha's eye. He wouldn't always be here forever and someday it would be time that one of these or possibly another student would come and take his place. It could very well be someone in this room. That's why it was his duty to ensure they left here with the ultimate weapon.

Clearing his throat, Inuyasha raised his right hand and closed his eyes. "Ladies and gentleman, I Professor Inuyasha Kuroshaki, do hereby swear to bestow you, my students, the crucial haunting word known to sexually destroy all seme's sex drives and submit them to your every command. If I shall grant this gift to you, do you vow only to use it responsibly and not cruelly simply to cause destruction to your seme's lives?"

"I swear!" The class echoed.

Good, now that that's out of the way, Inuyasha straightened up and gave his back to the class. "Are you ready?"

The students all nodded, notebooks out, eyes wide and glossy and cellphones ready to record this monumental moment for future remembrance.

"The word is. . ."

The students held their breath.

"No."

And there it was.

Just like that, a rushing hush overcame the students. It was unbelievable. None of them have ever heard that word used so . . . so . . . powerfully. Yet Professor Kurosaki spoke that work with blooming confidence and the lingering tingle it caused the students just melted into their bones. Chills raced up and down their spines as they squirmed in place.

Shippo swooned. "C-could you say that again, sir?" The students verbally congratulated Shippo on being the first to make such a lovely request.

Inuyasha smirked. "No."

"Ahhhh," they softly sighed. It was amazing! How could such a simple word hold so much power? However, the proof was in the pudding on the day Inuyasha whispered it in Ryura's ear and nearly sent the young seme reeling. None of them could begin to imagine how it felt holding such a weapon in their hands. It was like being gifted a key to the city.

"Just to add excitement to this moment, I'm going to be doing a live demonstration of how powerful this word really is." Inuyasha motioned with one finger for the students to sit tight as he left the classroom.

Ten minutes later, he came back, however he wasn't alone. The other Professor Kurosaki was right behind him along with the rest of the seme 101 class, all of them lined up against the back wall. Inuyasha stood before them with his hands on his eyes and an ominous gleam in his eyes. Sesshomaru met his gaze head on with a dominating leer. The seme students were fearful of the Master Uke's abilities and wisely steered clear of his space.

"Class," Inuyasha started, eyes never leaving his husband's. "Mr. Kurosaki was gracious enough to volunteer to lean us his services as well as his class in order for you all to witness firsthand what it's like to own your semes."

Sesshomaru scowled, purposely shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from spanking his uke in public. No one was allowed to see that ass shine, but him. What did Inuyasha expect? When threatened without five days of sex, even the president would buy the first lady a new house.

"Before I allow you all to have this moment with your semes, I'm going to show you exactly where to place your hand, and how to properly state the word with a firm and solid command. Sesshomaru if you would step up, please?"

Sesshomaru did without hesitation. His height roared over Inuyasha's like a wind. The Master Uke wasn't the least bit fazed. He lifted his right palm and placed it over Sesshomaru's beating heart, fingers spread to cover the outer rims of Sesshomaru's pectoral.

Inuyasha smirked.

Sesshomaru closed his eyes.

"No."

Though he'd dealt with this for years, Sesshomaru would never be immune to the grasping vibrations thundering through his nervous system. Blow after blow of brain signals navigated throughout his body as his joints locked up, his eyes widened and his mouth unpeeled to let out a quiet grunt. Worst of all, his dick was shriveled up like a stewed prune. It may as well have ducked inside his pelvis; it'd gotten so small.

The seme's were horrified and started whimpering. If it that sort of effect on the Master Seme there was no telling how they'd respond to it. The anticipation of knowing they were next was simply dreadful. A few of them made crosses over their chests, started praying to whatever god they believed in and wished they were somewhere else.

Well, whomever they decided to pray to wasn't going to pay attention today. Inuyasha was God in here today. As he glanced over his shoulder, it may as well been happy land. The uke students were awe-inspired, wiggling with delight and admiration of their lovely, adorable, sweet Master Uke being able to cripple the Master Seme so easily. One day, they hoped to be just like him.

In control.

"Alright, students," Inuyasha smirked evilly at the seme students as he motioned with one finger for his students to approach. "Go to your semes and do exactly as I've did."

There was malicious snickering in the circle of ukes as they came forward, each going straight to the seme in question. However, there were a couple of ukes and semes out of place because they didn't have their own. Inuyasha paired Shippo up with Kohaku and told Kagome to be with Kagura and Kikyo.

"Now class, as one, I want you to place your hands over your seme's chest."

They did.

"Take a deep breath."

They did that too.

"Now, remember the word will only work if you said with firm sternness. Ready, on three?"

They nodded.

"One, two, three!"

The uke's all said, "No!"

An atomic bomb may as well have descended into the room. A domino effect commenced as each seme student jolted as if they were stung with electricity, bones stiffening, eyes squinted shut and sex drives depleting. Their dicks shrunk to the side of a thumb and the female's vaginas were dryer then the Sahara Desert. It was terrible. Never had they experienced—except Ryura but was it still as bad as the first time because he had two ukes instead of one—such a monstrous surge of rippling destruction.

The uke students removed their hands as the tingling sensations flooded their bodies. This amazing force of power was at their fingertips. Their assholes and pussies were safe now. Nothing could stop them from gaining the upper hand over their semes now.

"Well done, well done," Inuyasha praised proudly. "You've all done fabulous— the hell?"

Inuyasha wasn't entirely sure what just happened but for some reason the tiniest little spark of warm evaded his bloodstream. Oddly, it was originating from where his hand was placed over Sesshomaru's pec. Frowning, Inuyasha flexed his fingers in place and when nothing happened, he ignored it and was about to address his class—but then it happened again, this time with a slightly bigger jolt that went straight to his crotch.

Inuyasha blinked up at Sesshomaru who in turn looked at him with a level of professional innocence. It happened again and again, the sensations devouring Inuyasha from the inside out. His breathing started to labor, his skin felt warm and his vision was blurred.

"Something wrong, Professor?"

That sounded like Sesshomaru's voice, which was strangely more enticing than usual.

"I'm-I'm fine." Was he? It was hard to tell. Everything was out of focus.

"Are you sure?" Sesshomaru reached up and closed his long digits around Inuyasha's hand, crushing his palm flat on his chest. "You look a bit pique."

"Do I?" These sensations felt so heavenly. Inuyasha had no idea Sesshomaru's muscles felt this tight. Have they always been so smooth and deliciously plump? Wait a minute. Inuyasha shook his head rapidly and snatched his hand free, puzzled.

Something was very wrong here. Inuyasha pulled at his hand. Sesshomaru refused to let go. Staring up with those adorable puppy dog eyes, Inuyasha was met with a leer so lethal he felt an orgasm peek before submerging back to his nut sack.

"Sesshomaru, ya mind? The demonstrations over." The hanyou grinned sheepishly at his students, producing a light wave to ensure everything was ok.

"I do mind, in fact, I ask that you and your lovely class assist my students with a minor project we've worked on before coming over."

"Minor project?"

"Indeed, only minor, nothing too extravagant."

The wicked grins spread down the seme line like an unzipped cotton bag. Inuyasha paled. It was like these students just suddenly got a boost of fearlessness that not even his Master Uke status could challenge.

Inuyasha gulped. He didn't have a good feeling about this. "W-what kind of project is it?"

Sesshomaru smirked that lopsided smile of his. Inuyasha's toes curled.

"You really want to know?"

Inuyasha quickly shook his head and stretched his lips into a long line across his face.

Sesshomaru's smile. Too damn bad. He was going to explain it anyway. "You see," he flexed his fingers over Inuyasha's hand; the hanyou buckled repeatedly, the sensations flowering into hazy desire, "we semes have come to realize that while ukes have this unfair advantage over us, we didn't have anything to counter it. Semes are meant to dominate through and through."

"That's why the word was developed in the 1700s, Mr. Kurosaki, in order to give us the upper hand."

"Since the 1700s," Sessshomaru chuckled, shaking his head. "That's a long time of ridicule, endless nights denied of sex, a broken libido and a slew of other problems caused by such a tainted word. That's why I've learned a way around it. Shall we demonstrate?"

Inuyasha's jaw threatened to hit the floor. "You've learned a way—around, wait, are you serious?" He burst into laughter. "You can't be. No one has ever known a way to break the word's barrier. It's impossible!" The hanyou was still laughing at the audacity of his husband's attempt to scare him.

In the midst of his laughter, Inuyasha stared at Sesshomaru wanting for that smile to turn upside down. Unfortunately, it never did. His smile hadn't shrunk; it grew some more bearing a glint at those elongated canines and the staining red coloration entering his eyes.

It was frightening. Inuyasha hadn't seen that look since . . . since . . . wait! Since college!

Inuyasha turned wide-eyed, with a wide mouth and a horrifying expression to his class. None of them liked that look one big and began to huddle together. There Master Uke wasn't being himself. What strange new skill had the Master Seme learned that could overwhelm THE Inuyasha?

"Feel that," Sesshomaru whispered in the downy ear near his chin. His chest flexed over and over and over again, muscle bumping beneath Inuyasha's fingertips. Like a magical force of unknown elements, Inuyasha was drawn in more and more into the tantalizing suppleness of those delicious chords of muscle.

Inuyasha was sexually petrified on the spot by his seme.

"Everyone pay close attention. Through years of theorizing and secretive testing, I have discovered that as the word has the ability to destroy our sex drives, we have the power to flip the force of what was lost into a surge of hormones back into the uke. This has to be done exactly as I have and mastered with precise timing. As soon as you see your uke so much as fix their lips to say that word, you beat them to it by flexing your chest muscles. It manifests a momentary confusion and if done twice will add an intense embodiment of pleasure. You see, no matter how much they stand here denying it, they want us. Relish in that fact."

Sesshomaru's grin was positively devouring. "Students, step forth and take your uke. Victory is ours."

The ukes whimpers, the semes growled and so the gigantic chase commenced. There were ukes running everywhere and semes not far behind. At first, there were two who simply stood there unsure as to what to do. Kohaku could only blink down at the sensually adorable little uke. He was cute, the cutest he had ever seen. That bushy tail, those enormous green eyes and the way he just gave off this innocent vibe like he has never been violated.

That's when Kohaku felt it, this Alpha monster bubbling in his chest. His hormones went ham. He stepped forward, eyes half-lidded and killer grin in place. Shippo whined in his throat and turned to the side, displaying his ample bottom. It swelled a little at the sight of the seme. Kohaku's nose leaked a little blood. He didn't care. It was worth the blood loss. His hand lowered and palmed one of the round, supple cheeks.

"Mine," he growled lowly. "All mine."

Shippo grimly chewed the inside of his cheek as submissive instincts threatened to surface. But he had to remember what to do. This seme was giving off this delicious aroma. Shippo swooned.

"All mine," Kohaku grunted a third and fourth and fifth time as his hand spread out, groping fondling and squeezing the hefty hunk of flesh.

"What do I get in return?" Shippo managed to say.

Kohaku paused, a little confused. He quickly retorted. "Me, cars, gifts, whatever you desire and it's yours."

Oh hell.

Shippo knew there was only one last thing to do. He whipped around and pressed his hand over Kohaku's chest. "No—"

"Nice try," Kohaku beat him to the punch by pumping his chest muscles.

Shippo didn't know what to do. He mournfully glanced through the chaos to see his professor was a helpless captive currently being dragged out of the class by his seme.

With the little uke distracted, Kohaku took this opportunity to pounce.

"Put me down, Sesshomaru! I swear I'll say the word!"

"Go for it."

"No!"

"Because that definitely works the second time around doesn't it?"

"I hate you! And stop slapping my ass. You don't exactly have small hands!"

"All the reason to grope you with my dear."

Inuyasha gave up. He perched his elbow on Sesshomaru's and let himself be manhandled. His mind was reeling in a thousand separate directions as he sadly confirmed with a dark heart that Sesshomaru had worked through the one singular advantage that had no rival. Trust his genius husband to be the first in seme/uke history to break the code.

Sesshomaru slung Inuyasha inside his neighboring classroom and locked the door. The hanyou ran across the room as soon as his feet touched the floor. There was no escape. He checked the windows, the extra connecting doors, and even behind the marker board. There was no hope.

The primitive instincts kicked in. Sesshomaru dropped the key on the floor and kicked it under the door and into the hall. They were locked in from inside and out.

"Come here, uke."

Inuyasha pitifully looked over his shoulder. "Seme. . ."

"Seme says come."

"Uke doesn't want too." Inuyasha inched his back along the wall, eyes on zeroed in on the seme shredding his clothes like a snake. "Seme bad!"

"Uke's sexy."

"Seme's a bastard."

"Hmm mmm, seme loves uke."

"Then let uke go."

". . . seme doesn't love uke that much."

Inuyasha fled and Sesshomaru pounced.

The end of the semester was nearing. Mr. Giovanni could kick his heels in joy because of the increased academic scores of his seme and uke students. Not only were they improving in their seme/uke 101 classes, but remarkably, their scores were surging everywhere else. So much so that the president just had to shake hands with the men responsible and request their stay be a permanent one.

However, that was not to be so. When Mr. Giovanni approached the classrooms he heard moans, groans and protesting whimpers coming from both sides. One look in each classroom had his face as red as a poker chip. He was livid. Sex was not allowed in classrooms! Well except in Sex Ed, but that's beside the point!

The bird demon president marched up to the classroom housing the currently fucking demons and slapped on a large note with two words.

YOU'RE FIRED.

The dog demons didn't mind and of course, they'd expected this. It happened at their last jobs. This one wasn't going to be any different.

They'd fuck now and discuss this later.

"My uke."

"My seme."

^_^ The End ^_^

TBC: My loves I'm sorry for the lame ending but that's seriously the best I can come up with. It was either this or deleting it. This story was taunting me because of my terrible writer's block and I just wanted to get it over with. Oh well, I still love you all. That's what counts in my eyes.