Last Dance with Mary Jane

By Danyealle

(FanFiction/Drug use /MMF/angst)

Last dance with mary jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m
Tired of this town again
-Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

A.N.-  While writing this I made no attempt to take it seriously nor should you while reading it.  Nor am I promoting drug use in any way, shape or form.  That being said…  enjoy!
Danyealle


 Chapter 6

Sesshomaru was pulled back to the waking world by the smell of food cooking.  As he usually did before he opened his eyes, he did a quick scan to the limit of his senses for any danger.  Just as he expected, there was nothing that he could detect.  As he was about to open his eyes and move a soft, feminine sigh and a body pressing to his chest set off serious warning flares in his head.  From the scent that reached him he knew just who it was and that she offered no danger.  Just when he was starting to wonder what in the seven hells was going on the events of the night before flooded back in a rush.

Stiffening up, he watched a sped up version of the night before run through the theater of his mind, almost completely horrified.  His beast was snickering like a child that knew it had pulled off a good one, tail wagging.  Despite what most who thought they knew him would think having the little priestess as a mate wasn’t the problem, he had issues with the whole situation.  Yes, he was a bit uncomfortable with how easily he had followed in his fathers footsteps but there were more than enough positive things about her that it negated that.  The problem was that he was sharing his mate.  With Inuyasha no less!  That was NOT acceptable!  The thought of having to share ANYTHING, let alone something as important as a life mate, was unacceptable and a nightmare.  It was a sure-fire guarantee that it would lead to trouble that would probably border on disaster.  They couldn’t spend an hour in each other’s presence without taking jabs at each other, now they were going to have to spend the rest of their lives dealing with each other on a regular basis and be in closer contact than they ever had before.  This was NOT going to end well! 

Next came the thought of just how much the whole thing was going to throw his whole life into total chaos.  All hell was going to break loose when he brought a human miko to the fortress as his mate, no doubt about it.

Then there was the onna herself…  No, he didn’t have that much of a problem with her.  In fact he had a fairly decent relationship with her at this point and developed a certain amount of respect for her.  On some level there was what could also be termed as a friendship between them.  But before last night neither of them had exhibited anything to indicate that either of them wanted anything more.  Hell, he hadn’t even thought about it.  Sure, if the chance of sex with her had presented its self he wouldn’t have turned it down but he had no real attraction from his end other than that and a bit of curiosity.  Nor had he sensed it from her end either.  In fact the only one she had seemed attracted to was the half-breed.

Groaning inwardly, all he could thing about was the question what have I done?  It would be too easy to blame the drug but what it boiled down to was: he should have known better!  Hell, she was already mated to the whelp when he marked her so he had plenty of knowledge and time to know what he was getting in to but he had ignored it and pressed on, doing it anyway. 

Another child-like snigger from his beast and he gave a resigned mental sigh then figured it was time to get his internal house in order and figure out what needed to be taken care of and how to deal with things to begin the transition that was to come.

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At that point Sesshomaru wasn’t the only one dealing with the fallout from the previous night.  Inuyasha had also wakened by that point.

For the first several minutes he was quietly celebrating the fact that Kagome was now ‘his woman’ as that mangy fucking wolf put it and no one could dispute it.  If anyone decided to try to argue that point he would show them the error of that in a painful way that they were likely to never forget for as long as they lived.

Realistically, he knew there were now going to be problems because of the mating.  Kikyo, of course, was going to be one.  Well… fuck her!  That thought startled him but he was entirely comfortable with it. She was dead and had changed.  As much as he still had feelings for her he loved Kagome and it was Kagome he wanted to spend his life with.  He made that choice and he was comfortable with it.

He was also sure that some humans were going to start giving his little miko a problem because of her choice of mates.  But they would quickly learn the error of that mindset and modify their behavior quickly when he had a ‘talk’ with them.  He was sure the word would quickly spread far and wide.

There were others that wouldn’t be so easy to deal with, that he was sure of.  Naraku came to mind immediately.  That bastard would use it to his advantage, that was for sure.  It was going to have to be dealt with as it came because that fucker was too unpredictable.

Scowling internally, his mind kipped to his dear older brother. Despite the side of him that dealt with his kink that loved the situation he was seriously pissed about the whole thing.  He was also giving himself a mental ass kicking for agreeing to let him join in.  But then again how could he have predicted that the human-hating asshole would mark his Kagome as a mate?  The way he saw it was there was a better chance that Naraku would see the error of his ways and become a monk before he would ever have thought to see Sesshomaru take a human as his mate.  Let alone Kagome be that human.  There was never any indication that he had anything more than tolerance for her but here it was that he was going to have to deal with the fucker all the time now because the Ice Prick marked HIS miko!  GAH!

Yes, the problems between them ran both ways and each one of the brothers could be blamed for many of their spats but that only mean that the problems they were going to have weren’t going to be a one-way street and more multiple than if it was just coming from Sesshomaru’s end.  Oh this was a nightmare in the making!

He seethed at the gall it took for the Ice Lord to mark her after the fuck and watched him do it!  Asshole!

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Kagome woke feeling like she was wrapped in a bit, warm, fluffy cocoon, something most pleasant.  But suddenly she thought fluffy?  FLUFFY?!?! This was SO not good! Then she became aware of the cacophonous din in her mind.  At first she was bewildered as to what was wrong and setting off the foreboding feeling and chaos that was reigning but, quickly, memories of the previous night came flooding back.  Mortified, embarrassed and horrified she couldn’t believe what she had allowed herself to do and participate in!  Inuyasha would have been bad enough but Sesshomaru as well?!? Oh Kami!  This was bad, very bad indeed!

The proper, modest side of herself was screeching like an outraged old woman over the way she had acted but once it was pointed out that it had been asleep at the switch, so to speak, it faded into the background and at least acted ashamed that it had failed.  Though that voice had been quieted the chaos still was in control.  That side of herself that took exception to everything she did and criticized it long and loud made its self known over the din.  Snidely, it pointed out that only she would end up the mate of two half-brothers that had extreme sibling rivalry issues.  Not only that but both of them gave a whole new meaning to the words possessive and over-protective.  Add to that the fact that there was no way out of the situation.  Mating was forever and there was no such thing as youkai annulment or divorce.  It pointed out she had stepped into it all the way up to her follicles this time.

Oh Kami, she groaned internally.  How was she going to explain this one to her mom and grandpa?  She wouldn’t get beyond ‘we were smoking pot…’ when she would be dropped into the lowest level of hell.

If all that wasn’t bad enough that voice took the opportunity to remind her that a certain hentai monk had a ringside seat for the show and had taken advantage of it.  At that memory she wanted to curl up in a hole and never come out!  How could she face him ever again?  Plus, sure as bears shit in the woods, he was going to tell Sango.  She doubted she would be able to talk to her sister for some time to come without doing a great imitation of a cherry.  This was bad, this was VERY bad!  It wasn’t like she could hide it either.  She was sure both males would make sure every being they knew or ran across would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she belonged to him.  She didn’t even want to think about what everyone would think of her.  She might as well stamp the word slut on her forehead and be done with it.  Mentally, she beat herself over the head for bringing the weed along then deciding to try it here of all places.  If that wasn’t bad enough, offering it to Sesshomaru and Inuyasha.  She also groused that she had no way of knowing that pot was the inu-youkai version of Viagra but there should have been a warning somewhere about that effect. 

Next on the agenda that she was taken to task about was that she had actually enjoyed the debauched acts!  That part she actually snarled back at.  There was no way in Kami’s green earth she was going to apologize for her body’s natural response to sexual stimulation!  Yes, the act was out of the norm but the response wasn’t and she wouldn’t make excuses for delving pleasure from it!  Instantly the snide voice pointed out just how sore she was, sneering about how that seemed to be her body’s retribution for it.  Yes, she would freely admit to being very sore.  Both places felt stretched, over-used and bruised but she pointed out she would probably feel that way after her first time even if it was normal intercourse.

That voice was about to keep going when it was trounced and shunted aside by the voice she had dubbed Pollyanna long ago.  It was her voice of optimism.  To it there was always a bright side and the glass was always half full.  It, in the chipper, winsome voice it always used, pointed out there was an upside to all this.  Now she had the best protection she could ever get.  Just let someone try to mess with her and see what happened to them!  Plus they, meaning her mates, would never leave or abandon her.  They would always be there for her. 

Yes, they both had problems with each other but chances were that this would probably be the catalyst for them to start building a relationship and get along.  No longer could they act the way they used to.  The only being that would end up hurting is her.  It was doubtful that they would do that.

It did concede that polyandry was odd but polygamy wasn’t and many accepted that.  So why not the other way?  Besides, in her time how many people cheated?  This way it was almost assured that none of them would do that.  In the end if she was happy who cared what anyone thought?  If they had a problem with it that was their problem, not hers.

When it came to the pot…  Yes, she did bring it and suggest it but she needed to look on the bright side of it.  It could have been worse, that voice chirped.  It could have been Jose Cuervo.  Who knows what would have happened if she had been drinking that stuff?  It should have the words ‘will induce a lost weekend’ stamped on the front!