The Crossdresser and the Ice Princess
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InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
InuYasha AU/AR › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,917
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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It's Because of You, Gorgeous
Title: It's because of You, Gorgeous
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and prompt: creamy, #15, risk (written for the LJ comm Inuromp for their 2009 fall challenge)
Rating: barely adult
Universe/Genre: manga-verse, AU timeline, smutty thoughts
Words: 300
Warnings: men lusting men
* * * *
He knew he was in big trouble, now. Damn the youkai for his gorgeous lips, that beginning of a sneer was just too molestable. To kiss those lips, would they be soft, yielding under him? Probably stiff and cold. And himself a head shorter.
“You reek...” the lord did sneer, if just perceptibly. His sword was still impeccably poised, his stance more perfect than ever. Jakotsu saw his own reflection on the blade, letting it fill his mind briefly before his attention snapped back to his opponent again.
Sesshoumaru.
Wind blew through the grassy field they stood on, the sky was blue and the youkai prince gorgeous. Jakotsu smirked at him, getting a barely raised eyebrow in response.
“I know. It's because of you, gorgeous...” the cross-dressing mercenary purred, knowing he was tip-toeing over the proverbial edge now. One quick blow and he was ashes and bones again. If there was ever to be a blow, he wished it was the other kind. He leered at Sesshoumaru.
The lord scoffed. “You are demented. You reek of grave yard soil. It is unbecoming,” and the lord of the West actually scrunched up his nose in disgust, all the while keeping his opponent in check.
Jakotsu marvelled at his concentration. Now he wished he could have the lord even more. He was perfect.
“You also smell as debauched as the monk my brother keeps around to play with. Disgusting.”
Jakotsu looked at him. “But that is entirely your fault, lord Sesshoumaru of the Western Lands.
This body aches for you, can't you tell?”
Amber eyes widened just a bit. “What?”
Jakotsu got his opening.
Sesshoumaru's lips were actually warm and soft under his. A kiss to die for indeed. And he would die a happy man.
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and prompt: creamy, #15, risk (written for the LJ comm Inuromp for their 2009 fall challenge)
Rating: barely adult
Universe/Genre: manga-verse, AU timeline, smutty thoughts
Words: 300
Warnings: men lusting men
* * * *
He knew he was in big trouble, now. Damn the youkai for his gorgeous lips, that beginning of a sneer was just too molestable. To kiss those lips, would they be soft, yielding under him? Probably stiff and cold. And himself a head shorter.
“You reek...” the lord did sneer, if just perceptibly. His sword was still impeccably poised, his stance more perfect than ever. Jakotsu saw his own reflection on the blade, letting it fill his mind briefly before his attention snapped back to his opponent again.
Sesshoumaru.
Wind blew through the grassy field they stood on, the sky was blue and the youkai prince gorgeous. Jakotsu smirked at him, getting a barely raised eyebrow in response.
“I know. It's because of you, gorgeous...” the cross-dressing mercenary purred, knowing he was tip-toeing over the proverbial edge now. One quick blow and he was ashes and bones again. If there was ever to be a blow, he wished it was the other kind. He leered at Sesshoumaru.
The lord scoffed. “You are demented. You reek of grave yard soil. It is unbecoming,” and the lord of the West actually scrunched up his nose in disgust, all the while keeping his opponent in check.
Jakotsu marvelled at his concentration. Now he wished he could have the lord even more. He was perfect.
“You also smell as debauched as the monk my brother keeps around to play with. Disgusting.”
Jakotsu looked at him. “But that is entirely your fault, lord Sesshoumaru of the Western Lands.
This body aches for you, can't you tell?”
Amber eyes widened just a bit. “What?”
Jakotsu got his opening.
Sesshoumaru's lips were actually warm and soft under his. A kiss to die for indeed. And he would die a happy man.