The Crossdresser and the Ice Princess
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InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,925
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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To Fuck or To Be Fucked
Title: To Fuck or to Be Fucked
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and Prompt : Creamy, #10, fragile
Rating: PG-13
Words: 300
Universe/Genre: canon, boylove,
A/N: Originally written for the LJ comm Inuromp's Fall challenge in December 2009.
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Now that he was with Sesshoumaru and they weren't fighting, Jakotsu had to admit to being just a little lost in regards as what to do next. Would he be bold and pursue his Ice Princess carnally? Touch him, feel him up and hope he'd surrender? That hadn't worked, his throat still a touch sore in the wake of Sesshoumaru's ire.
He was back to where he'd been before.
He'd need to beat a fuck out of his Ice Princess, make him angry enough to drop his pretenses, show his true self, use him like Jakotsu knew he ached to. Like he himself ached to be used. Degraded, shoved down on the dirt road, his clothes ripped away. Fucked hard. As he now glanced at the enchanting beauty in whose wake he strode, he knew the other would not act unless prompted to.
Would he even act in such a way, prompted or not?
Was he rather a fierce bottom who fought his urges to be taken rough at first then softly and sweetly? His reticence a way to tell him just that. His claim a message of 'I claimed you, now claim me!' Unvoiced wishes of a suppressed individual.
Why couldn't the lord's exterior be just a little fragile so he'd be able to break it, see what he wanted.
The lord had kissed him, he'd claimed him, but would he go the distance and take responsibility? Or would his claim turn out to be reversed and Sesshoumaru himself the object of a thorough ravishing? Jakotsu couldn't tell. As he walked by the lord in silence he suddenly couldn't take it any more, something snapped.
Heedless of the consequences he grabbed the lord, embraced him, kissing him fiercely. And the lips did yield under his, parting just slightly, willing.
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and Prompt : Creamy, #10, fragile
Rating: PG-13
Words: 300
Universe/Genre: canon, boylove,
A/N: Originally written for the LJ comm Inuromp's Fall challenge in December 2009.
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Now that he was with Sesshoumaru and they weren't fighting, Jakotsu had to admit to being just a little lost in regards as what to do next. Would he be bold and pursue his Ice Princess carnally? Touch him, feel him up and hope he'd surrender? That hadn't worked, his throat still a touch sore in the wake of Sesshoumaru's ire.
He was back to where he'd been before.
He'd need to beat a fuck out of his Ice Princess, make him angry enough to drop his pretenses, show his true self, use him like Jakotsu knew he ached to. Like he himself ached to be used. Degraded, shoved down on the dirt road, his clothes ripped away. Fucked hard. As he now glanced at the enchanting beauty in whose wake he strode, he knew the other would not act unless prompted to.
Would he even act in such a way, prompted or not?
Was he rather a fierce bottom who fought his urges to be taken rough at first then softly and sweetly? His reticence a way to tell him just that. His claim a message of 'I claimed you, now claim me!' Unvoiced wishes of a suppressed individual.
Why couldn't the lord's exterior be just a little fragile so he'd be able to break it, see what he wanted.
The lord had kissed him, he'd claimed him, but would he go the distance and take responsibility? Or would his claim turn out to be reversed and Sesshoumaru himself the object of a thorough ravishing? Jakotsu couldn't tell. As he walked by the lord in silence he suddenly couldn't take it any more, something snapped.
Heedless of the consequences he grabbed the lord, embraced him, kissing him fiercely. And the lips did yield under his, parting just slightly, willing.