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Warning: Mature Content; Language, Low Violence, Sex Content: Lemon+Limes, Vulgarness, M/F, Slight D/s, Oral, Possible OOC, General Insanity. You've been warned.
Montir0o Productions brings you:
Flogging Filching Plagiarists
written by Monti/r0o
beta'd by Tenchi no Mai
Chapter 1
Sesshomaru was tired, he'd been at school all day, college was not easy but it wasn't hard either, it was just annoying, yet it was just another stepping point to get to where he needed to be in life. His father ran a large business, one that in time would be his own, sure he'd have to have a wife, more then likely an heir but those things were far from here and now. Sesshomaru wanted only to relax at this point in the evening. He'd met up with a friend of his, Miroku, at a local coffee shop to go over some things for classes, and things had run a bit long.
As it turned out he'd missed dinner with his father, stepmother and brother, and had to grab something quick on the way home. The only good thing about this was that it left him open to partake in one of his growing hobbies, reading online fiction. It was almost a dirty little secret that he'd stumbled on to, even began to write here and there as well. He was hoping his newest favorite author had updated, the story was getting to be very interesting, and he wondered if there would be a lemon soon.
Clicking around his internet browser he nearly grinned with glee when the story was indeed updated. KittyEars251 was good at that, updating at least once a week. The previous chapter had left Sesshoumaru on edge. A cliff hanger ending with the characters on the precipice of a romantic epiphany that would hopefully lead to a nice long bit of smut. Much to his delight that chapter started with the love struck heroine nearly tackling the hero in a lust driven frenzy.
The writing quickly progressed further into the more intimate parts and Sesshoumaru found his mouth dry and his coffee cup suspiciously empty.. damn, he drank it all. He gulped. The almost lyrical style of the writing made him want to shift and buck his hips as if he were in bed himself, and he felt a familiar tightening in his pants. Shifty eyed he peeked around to see if anyone noticed. Thankfully he didn't think they had. Ducking his head he tucked his computer into it's case, grabbed his coffee cup, and left for home, his laptop case held suspiciously in front of himself to hide the growing erection. He had something to finish reading before bedtime tonight, that was for sure.
The drive home was horrible, it wasn't that he lived far from the college, or that his home was on a slight mountain top, which is was, it was trying hard not to get the wonderful writing of KittyEars out of his mind long enough to get him home safely. Honestly he was certain that the author had it out for him. They had a way with how they were wording their story, it was almost poetically tragic at times, morbidly beautiful at others. He could say honestly that they had an ability to bring even a chilled heart warmth through their expertly written words. He sighed then shifted his twitching appendage that nearly sang for him to stop and turn on his wi-fi to start and finish reading now.
Alas, he had promised himself after one of the author's more steamy chapters from another story a few months before that he would never touch himself in his car again. Who would have known that the written word could cause his imagination to turn on him like a lustful wanton bitch in heat? He breathed deeply, hoping that no one was awake when he got home, he loved his family he just really didn't want to deal with them. His father was a jovial male, happy most of the time, but bothersome when it came to meddling in his life. His stepmother, was vapid, and his half-brother, well he didn't want to get into that right now, it was just best if he didn't think about Inuyasha at all.
After parking his car in the vast garage he snuck in the side entrance through the kitchen. Slinking like a cat burglar he peeked around corners and up staircases making sure his way was clear before scurrying down the halls, making the best effort he could to reach his room before running into his family. One of that fates made a 'tsk' noise a second before foiling his plans. "Sesshomaru!" His father's jolly voice boomed just as he was not 5 steps from his doorway. Could he make it? His mind raced.. probably not, and he'd be berated for being rude later on so might as well deal with it now.
"Father," a curt nod. A polite enough greeting, now he could go. Not so fast. Lord Touga was about to inquire about his sons day, but his inu nose picked up a peculiar change in his eldest sons scent that had his face stretching into a lascivious grin.
Deciding to needle the taciturn boy he goaded him, "What's got you so flustered?" Sesshoumaru was sure his inner monologue of 'No, no, no, no, no, no, no, not happening. No, no, no...' wouldn't suffice.
Clenching his jaw tight, his fangs nearly cracking under the pressure of his ire for the male that not only sired him but made his life a living hell any and every time Sesshomaru wanted, and needed him not to, the younger male huffed out his annoyance and settled for glaring. It was an age old tactic that he'd learned from his own mother long ago, taking after her was not always a bad thing. Leveling said glare on the happy male before him he couldn't help, much to his displeasure, that his sire only seemed to gain more joy over his current state, which he was certain the older male could very well scent. Knowing that no matter what he would more then likely not be able to get away with the little he'd said Sesshomaru attempted to, but failed, to simply walk away.
Touga was as always an amused father, certainly when his eldest had told him at a young age that he'd known everything and that he had no reason to go back to school the next day, he'd laughed. Sure, as he'd found out that Sesshomaru had convinced Inuyasha that he too could be like Mary Poppins if only he jumped off the roof with an umbrella, yes he had chuckled, --before punishing him--, but right now the father of two couldn't help but want to tease his eldest. Sesshomaru was an expert at making life difficult, it was only fair he got to return the favor every now and then.
Touga grabbed a chair (he had no idea where it had come from it was just there in the middle of the hallway) and deftly flipped it around before sitting on it, backwards, legs spread casually as if talking to an old pal. He couldn't wipe the grin from his face as he asked excitedly, "Who's the girl?" Sesshoumaru could very nearly see the old dog's tail wagging to and fro happily and he was sure he could almost read thought bubbles around his sire's head that read, Grand puppies, grand puppies! Oh yay! And GRAND PUPPIES!
He was definitely not going to inform his sire it was no girl, but a series of strung together words with characters that had him impossibly aroused. And the story book lovers hadn't even gotten past taking their shirts off yet! Yes, much to embarrassing to tell his sire. Bracing himself as if ready for battle Sesshoumaru tensed. Before his father knew quite what he had planned he'd slipped though his bedroom door and slammed it behind him; he was safe. Tap. Tap. Tap. He looked to his window to see his father there, floating on his cloud, tapping on the window, still grinning. Dammit all, where was his step mother to come distract his father when he actually needed her there?!
Carefully setting his laptop down, his father making it very hard to keep a strong erection, Sesshomaru slowly, gingerly walked over to his window and drew the curtains closed quickly. Long ago he's placed barriers all around his room, his father had known this and now, he was completely shut out. Sesshomaru sighed trying not to feel the slight bit of pitiful-ness that came with the knowledge that his favorite authors words could bring him an erection much faster then some of the females he'd bedded in his life. It was truly a very odd thing to acknowledge. The young inu ignored the laughing he could hear from outside, it was buffered by the barrier spell so that he couldn't truly hear how loud the old dog was being, but just being able to hear it made it all the more embarrassing.
This was not the first time he'd gotten caught like this, and he was certain sooner or later he'd have to show his sire 'the female,' he only hoped by then he actually had one. He sighed once again, getting one was not the problem, he had scores of females coming after him all the time, but none worthy enough of his time. He took a bed partner only to rut and release stress, as he didn't have time for a relationship. He was lucky he still had time for his favorite author as even that was starting to become scarce. Why couldn't life be more simple?, he thought as he took off his jacket, and shirt in one pull, leaving his bare and chiseled chest open to the cool air in his room. His nipples pinching a bit as the air conditioner kicked in. He needed to relax, his story would do that for him, so without any more thought or putting off he got himself comfortable by taking off his shoes and throwing himself on his bed before opening his laptop up, getting to the story, and reading to his content.
He started at the beginning of the chapter again, getting back into the flow of the story before he got to the steamy part again. He groaned at the passage about the heroine leaping on the hero and kissing him dizzy. When she tackled the hero into the table and leaped on top of him he was at a crossroads between biting his lip to keep from whimpering, wishing he was in the hero's place, and berating the silly fictional human male for not being on top. When the heroine's methods of seduction grew in desperation and she tore the male's shirt off in an animalistic fashion he had to shift to lay on his side a bit, laying flat on one's belly was not comfortable while sporting a hard on. He tried to keep his personal promise that he wouldn't regress to touching himself until he was at least half way through the chapter.
His resolve though was slipping. It was obvious that the author's fingers had been ravenous in describing every vulgar yet hauntingly beautiful, lust filled passion that the animalist female lead had. It was very easy to put himself in the place for the lead male, feeling her warm thighs wrapped heavily along his own narrow waist, her slight weight pressing down on his hips as his own clawed hands held her to him. He closed his eyes, picturing her just as the author had described her, bright wild eyes that spoke volumes when she herself was shy, yet a tigress in disguise. Wild and nearly untamable obsidian hair that hung below the middle of her back so that when she sung out in her release, throwing her head back it would tickle not only her perfect globed ass but his thighs as well.
Sesshomaru bit back a low moan as he thought about how it would feel to be within the female, her core pulsing around him, her first and would be only lover. He could imagine the words she would and wouldn't be able to say, her stressed calls for him to go faster, harder, deeper. By the kami he was drawn to this story. His breathing was deep, lost in his own thoughts he gave no care to the fact that he'd let a moan out louder then he had planned to. The trance was broken though as he heard an obnoxious pounding on his shared wall with the halfling. He narrowed his eyes vowing that he would slaughter both his father and brother if only to get peace in this home for a night of mental debauchery with his imagined vixen. Not caring to get himself any more worked up lest he unload himself where he lay, he stiffly stood and made his way to take a shower.
Much later that night Sesshomaru lay in bed, half sleep half awake, eyes hooded lazily. His hair still damp from his shower sprawled across the side of his bed he wasn't using. He groaned and stretched out across the bed, wondering what could have awoken him just as he heard a slight, husky, feminine chuckle from somewhere around the foot of his bed. There at the end of the bed stood his story book fantasy friend, clad only in her birthday suit, the pale moonlight bouncing off her skin. She looked like a cross between Lady Godiva and a moon Goddess, but the inner tigress he'd read about could easily be seen as she crawled onto his bed and stalked towards him on all fours.
She hovered over him for a minute, grinning like the Cheshire cat before leaning to nip and lick at the strong, defined line of his jaw. He growled lustfully before wrapping his arms around her and rolling them both onto their sides. Once sufficiently in his grasp, tangled together in the sheets, he began lavishing the column of her neck with hot wet kisses before digressing into very inu like long stroking licks of his tongue. One thing gave him pause though.. she tasted.. off. Rather than the salty, sweet taste he expected it was a rather bland taste. The smooth texture he expected was indeed rather rough, stiff and unwavering.
It was then he was reminded of the times he'd held his cell phone or some other mundane object in his mouth to keep it out of the way while performing some task that required both his hands that he realized what the taste was. Plastic. As the fuzzies of dream world faded into brutal wakefulness and he realized his heroine wasn't truly there , he was dumbstruck with the realization of how hard he'd fallen for his favorite writer. Here he was, inudaiyoukai, in bed, tangled in his sheets, curled around the laptop he'd fallen asleep next to, licking and hugging his laptop like it was the bitch he longed to fuck. Flopping onto his back and eyeing the rather large tent in the sheets he made, Sesshomaru decided it would be a long night.
***
Kagome sat up later then she normally would, her fingers and mouse working feverishly. She was a closet lemon fiction writer. She didn't remember when it started, but she thought it had to due with the death of her father when she was younger. Most people when their parents die cry, she was not like most people, and it had worried both her mother and grandfather that she wasn't letting her grief show like they thought she should be. Instead it was thought that perhaps she should start a journal and keep up with her emotions and thoughts there. Yes, she was in fact devastated that her father had died, he in her mind had hung the moon and the stars, and even helped position the sun. What daughter wouldn't be upset that their father died?
In reality of it all, Kagome just didn't know how to let her feelings out, her mother was a mess, and her grandfather, her own father's father wasn't much better. To add to all of this there was her baby brother who was just starting to understand who their father was. She'd decided then that she would take care of them, be strong for them, and so she took the advice of the journals and started writing. Back then it wasn't that important, poems mostly, but in middle school she'd had to take a creative writing course and she'd flourished. Now, she was popular on the small site she went to, happy that it had only a small number of members so that her writing wasn't every where, and she was glad that she got actual reviews and not just the basic, 'wonderful update!' She frowned at the thought.
Right now though she was not a happy camper. The only person that knew about her writing was Sango, her oldest and dearest friend, and the only reason she had known was because she'd asked to use her computer once and had stumbled upon it without Kagome knowing. Sango had gone upstairs supposedly to take a few minutes to scan something for school and send it to her email address so that she could use it on her own computer, as she did not have a scanner. She'd left Kagome downstairs, and an hour later the raven head had wondered what became of her friend, wondering if perhaps she'd fallen in the toilet and was too embarrassed to call out for help. She'd giggled then at the thought.
Kagome had instead found Sango looking at her stories. She was mortified and beyond angry, her friend had known that. But in the end, with some swift talking to the young miko, the young slayer had talked her into letting her read the one she was one. Sango had really liked it, and wanted to know what was happening, and what would be happening next. They'd talked after Sango read everything, the slightly older girl was in shock and perhaps awed by her friend. Kagome was a shy girl in nature, but it seemed there was something more lurking beneath her shy facade. With that she'd developed into the author she was today, and apparently someone that was worthy enough of theft.
Right now though she didn't feel very much like giggling, right now if she could she would reach through the screen and rip KittyEars' ears off their pretty little plagiarizing head. To find out that her work had been stolen, plagiarized, was just the thing to set her night off horribly though. Which was why she was up much later then she normally would be.
She'd received an email from her site mod earlier that day, a notice that they'd spotted her work on a much larger site under another SN. At first she'd really hoped it was a misunderstanding, maybe an avid fan that thought more people should see her work and just posted it on another site, hopefully with some credit to her. But no, the little cretin had copied her work word for word and made up fake little author's notes like he'd done the work himself. The worst was seeing KittyEar's reviews.
Seeing praise for her hard work being lavished upon someone so undeserving was devastating, even if they were really complimenting her. Growling at the screen and slamming her fists on the keyboard she promised KittyEars would pay. She would have Sango's computer guru boyfriend, Miroku, help for sure. Having their profile deleted and having their SN shamed through out all of fanfiction was not enough, she was going to get the little thief's ISP number, find out where they lived, and lay into them like a starving dog on a five dollar buffet.
***
Inuyasha was feeling like a smug bastard. He couldn't help it. While he did not like school, he had always done what was needed to not only get by but pad his grade as much as he could. In high school if it had meant kissing up to a geek or a dork, it was done, not only that but he had friends in low places. Right now his creative writing class was the only thing keeping him from flunking his second semester in freshmen year. His teacher was enthralled by the story 'he' weaved. Honestly he had found the sight long ago that he 'borrowed' it from.
The author, a 'CagedTigress' was awesome, even he could see it, and that was why he'd taken her work. He'd been a fan of hers for a bit of time, and only felt a little bit of unease at taking her work. Honestly, the girl updated about one - two different stories once a week. He figured she probably didn't have a life. He'd read her authors notes a time or two, she was a shy one with a wild side. He figured though what she didn't know wouldn't really matter anyway.
Never the brilliant one, the inu hanyou had never thought that an admin on the site he had set up his account for his creative writing class would have someone that also went to the small personally run site that CagedTigress actually posted on. If he had known what was to befall him, he might have picked someone else to steal from. Wild animals caged were often most dangerous when released, the little raven head miko was no different, of course he didn't know this. Smiling to himself as reviews poured into the site he could only be grateful. For every positive review his story got, his grade went up a point, after 100% was achieved it went towards extra credit, something he dearly needed. If everything worked out, he'd pass second semester with a breeze.
Checking everything, Inuyasha pulled up the small site noticing another update on CagedTigress' story. Grinning he clicked on it. A quick obligatory scroll through just to see what it was about so he could make a convincing authors note and he went about his normal copy and paste routine. He yawned while waiting for the page to scroll and highlight all the text. Damn her chapters were long. Not too long after KittyEars' new chapter was posted, complete with notes about his inspiration and how much time he spent writing this chapter. So he hadn't read through the whole thing, he was tired and he could do it in the morning. Getting up from his desk he stumbled sleepily over to his bed, stripped to his boxers, and crawled in for a good nights sleep, dreaming of easy A's.
***
Kagome grinned almost evilly. There was nothing like getting revenge in your own personal way. Yes, she was still going to have Miroku help her find the IP address of the idiot that thought to steal her work, she was even going to give him a naked picture of Sango that he'd taken of her on Kagome's 'FunSaver' disposable last year that she had developed and thankfully he hadn't gotten from her yet. Who said she was above bribery? When she was done with KittyEars' if everything worked out the way she wanted, well the short and fuzzies on that cat would be butchered, mutilated, and well the ass' PC would probably melt down. She was going to have Miroku do his worst to the hack that thought to take her hard written stories and post them as his or her own.
Kagome was just annoyed, no, beyond that... angry. These were her emotions poured out into fictitious characters, her dreams, what she felt like, to have it ripped away and so publicly displayed was like walking out in front of your school naked, for every one to judge. She scowled. Miroku would end up finding out about her stories but she was certain she could have Sango beat him into promising never to tell a soul. She nodded to herself in agreement, if he did say something then she'd castrate him, she might only be about 5'4" but she was beyond scary when angry, or so she was told.
Smiling at the thought Kagome couldn't help but laugh at her own twisted revenge. She had purposefully started to ruin her own story, she knew it would cause personal messages as well as upset fans but when it was done she would apologize to them all for what she was now doing. Besides, putting the sentence 'I love Apples and Bannana's.' into your own fiction around 20 times randomly was just too amusing. She couldn't wait to see what happened soon. With that in mind she had only one thing left to do, creating a new account on the larger web page. She planned to really get the jackass that had done this to her. Forums blazing, online friends to help fight the good fight, it was on.