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:
2,924
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Indifference Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Title: Indifference Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and Prompt : Creamy, #14, conquest
Rating: PG-13
Words: 300
Universe/Genre: canon, boylove, mild fluff
Warnings: slight violence
A/N: Written for the LJ comm inuromp for their 2009 Fall challenge.
- - -
He was over the moon. He'd got him! He didn't care that the man seemed to regard him as something like a woman, the way he'd handled him. But the possessiveness the youkai exhibited towards him was exhilarating.
Never mind that the lord was now as stoic as ever, he'd only spoken to his brother but had given him, whom he'd claimed for his own, no words to cling to. The gorgeous lord of the West had just turned on his heel, silver hair swinging behind his back, and left with a sinful sway of his hips. The mercenary was quick to follow, giggling, nigh beside himself.
As he followed the youkai he admired the contours of his body, cursing how the loose clothes covered so much. Deeply appreciating the way the silk clung to Sesshoumaru's elegant form as he strode on. And he just had to. Stretching a hand out he felt him up.
The Lord of the West stopped in his tracks and then whipped around, claws around his throat in an instant. Deadly and gorgeous.
“You said I was yours, so why can't I touch?” Jakotsu asked him, thankful that he didn't hear the sizzle of flesh, feel the pain, at least the poison wasn't involved. Yet.
“You shall keep your hands to yourself,” Sesshoumaru replied, a hint of a blush on his pale striped cheeks, “indecent...”.
The mercenary chuckled to himself. It was going to be such fun unraveling his Ice Princess. He cried out as Sesshoumaru let him go and he fell to the forest floor in a heap. As Sesshoumaru just went on after that, he had no other option but follow him. He'd not conquered the Lord quite yet but was slowly getting there. The lord would soon be ripe to be ravished.
Author: Saraste
Pairing: Jakotsu/Sesshoumaru
List and Prompt : Creamy, #14, conquest
Rating: PG-13
Words: 300
Universe/Genre: canon, boylove, mild fluff
Warnings: slight violence
A/N: Written for the LJ comm inuromp for their 2009 Fall challenge.
- - -
He was over the moon. He'd got him! He didn't care that the man seemed to regard him as something like a woman, the way he'd handled him. But the possessiveness the youkai exhibited towards him was exhilarating.
Never mind that the lord was now as stoic as ever, he'd only spoken to his brother but had given him, whom he'd claimed for his own, no words to cling to. The gorgeous lord of the West had just turned on his heel, silver hair swinging behind his back, and left with a sinful sway of his hips. The mercenary was quick to follow, giggling, nigh beside himself.
As he followed the youkai he admired the contours of his body, cursing how the loose clothes covered so much. Deeply appreciating the way the silk clung to Sesshoumaru's elegant form as he strode on. And he just had to. Stretching a hand out he felt him up.
The Lord of the West stopped in his tracks and then whipped around, claws around his throat in an instant. Deadly and gorgeous.
“You said I was yours, so why can't I touch?” Jakotsu asked him, thankful that he didn't hear the sizzle of flesh, feel the pain, at least the poison wasn't involved. Yet.
“You shall keep your hands to yourself,” Sesshoumaru replied, a hint of a blush on his pale striped cheeks, “indecent...”.
The mercenary chuckled to himself. It was going to be such fun unraveling his Ice Princess. He cried out as Sesshoumaru let him go and he fell to the forest floor in a heap. As Sesshoumaru just went on after that, he had no other option but follow him. He'd not conquered the Lord quite yet but was slowly getting there. The lord would soon be ripe to be ravished.