Finish the job...
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Finish the job...
Finish the job...
A Little 'Yasha Ficlet (Same AU as Little 'Yasha, In the Warm, The Very best, Pillow Talk)
by Talon
He huffs slightly, leaning against the trunk of the tree, legs dangling on either side, watching the temple. Lots of times Daddy let him be with him when he worked, warding, blessing, exorcising. But not this time. This time it was too dangerous Daddy said, so he made Inuyasha climb up into a comfy tree, and made it safe with wards.
On his own person, Inuyasha had no less than three ofuda all the time. All made by Daddy, specifically for him. Two for protection, and one for finding. If he was taken, Daddy could find him by the ofuda. It had come in handy a few times when Oniisama decided to take him someplace OTHER than the Western Castle for teachings, and very conveniently “forgot” to tell Daddy.
His own papers were still clumsy. Sometimes they worked, sometimes they didn’t. Sesshoumaru scorned his efforts with spiritual power, but Daddy encouraged it. After all, he explained, Inuyasha was half human too. Just because his youkai power was turning out to be so strong didn’t mean that his human half had anything less to offer.
He could do simple things. Simple blessing wards, levitation, toys and tricks Daddy taught him. And he could make a barrier. That was something Daddy made him practice. His wasn’t very strong yet, but it was shimmery white like Daddy’s. He liked that.
Meditation would be a good use of his time, he knew that. But he didn’t feel like meditating. The sun was warm, and the breeze was sweetly scented so high up. It was so warm he wore only a short kimono instead of trousers or a longer kimono robe. It wasn’t hot yet though, and his ears flick, trying to catch any noise that might be Daddy coming to get him. So far…nothing.
It wasn’t hot yet, so the tree didn’t leak sap against him, or stick in his hair. It was perfect, and the bark was smooth through his robe. His scars didn’t mind it at all, and he swings his legs thoughtfully. He was invisible right now…couldn’t be seen or scented or heard or sensed…well protected. His hand wanders thoughtfully along his thigh and to his wrap. He didn’t need to pee…but he could do something else.
It felt really nice to touch himself. And he does, with careful fingers. He opens his wrap, after a moment’s hesitation, smiling a bit as he looks down at his dick. He liked it. It was like a friend. And like a friend, he’s gentle and attentive. He strokes, up and down, watching the skin move, feeling himself getting harder. When a bead of slippery substance pools at the tip of his foreskin, he touches his finger to it, and licks it, like Daddy does. He doesn’t think it tastes of anything in particular, really. Just himself. But Daddy likes it, and he takes the rest and smears it on his cock.
He pants slightly, still watching his crotch as he moves his fingers faster. Daddy used his whole hand when he did this on his BIG dick sometimes. Sometimes he only used his fingertips. And he…oh yeah…he reaches with his other hand and touches his balls. They’re soft, and making wrinkles now as the breeze blows on them. He pants louder, his hips moving slightly.
Daddy would spit on his hand sometimes, to stroke Inuyasha. To make it slippery. That felt good, and it made him smell good too. He liked that. He groans when he remembers what Daddy’s breath feels like on him there. On his dick, his balls, the insides of his thighs. Then Daddy would lick him all over and kiss him, and suck him into his mouth. Then…here Inuyasha carefully pulled back his foreskin so the bright pink, soft, protected head of his little cock peeked out…then Daddy would pull his skin back and lick him there. Maybe suck him into his mouth.
He knew he could come, thinking about that. He knew how to do it. He’d done it before. Daddy taught him. But instead he thinks about Daddy’s finger, and how he’d let Inuyasha suck it and make it all slickery. And then, with his mouth still on Inuyasha’s dick he’d slowly push inside him, between his cheeks. Into his ass. Slow, and gentle, so it never hurt. Slick and slippery with spit and oils, so the skin never tore. And even though the little hanyou took his Daddy’s big cock in his ass regularly, that first finger always made him feel so full.
He couldn’t put his own finger in there. He’d tried, but somehow his arms were too short, or his hips too long or maybe it was the taut scars on his back that restricted his motion in that direction. He wished he could, right now. He thinks hard about that full feeling, and Daddy’s sucking on his cock. He thinks about Daddy’s scent, and warm eyes, and the way he said, “Good boy. Such a good boy, my baby.” And he grunts, then whines and makes the feeling curl his toes, clenching everything then releasing, feeling the warmth push over him from inside, his ears burning as he reaches his little climax, a tiny squirt of clear fluid dribbling onto his fingers.
Oh, that felt SO good, and he slumps against the broad trunk of the tree, smiling, relaxed and contented. He licks the ejaculate from his fingers lazily, turning them over, sucking when he’s done, on his thumb. He doesn’t bother doing up his wrap or his kimono, letting himself doze off in the warm sun. He knows he won’t fall from the tree, and he knows he’s quite safe within Daddy’s wards.
He wakes an hour or so later, surprised to find Daddy’s arm around him, his face quite close. Daddy didn’t usually climb trees like this, he’d call for Inuyasha to come down to him. “Daddy,” he says sleepily, taking his thumb out of his mouth. “Did you finish the job?”
Miroku chuckles. “Indeed I did ‘Yasha.” His hand plays gently with the limp little cock and hairless balls, his baby still sleepy soft and sedated from his nap. “Did you?”
He grins sleepily, showing little fangs, arms going around Daddy’s neck. “I did. Just like you taught me.”
“That’s my good boy,” crooned the monk. “My very best boy, hmm? Never leave a job unfinished.” And he brushes his lips, softly against his boy’s.
‘Yasha yawns into the kiss. “Nope, never ever ever.”
And once they were on the ground again, Daddy started a brand new job, and didn’t let up until both he and Inuyasha were finished. With the job.
As Daddy said, a monk’s duty was never finished.
Owari
A Little 'Yasha Ficlet (Same AU as Little 'Yasha, In the Warm, The Very best, Pillow Talk)
by Talon
He huffs slightly, leaning against the trunk of the tree, legs dangling on either side, watching the temple. Lots of times Daddy let him be with him when he worked, warding, blessing, exorcising. But not this time. This time it was too dangerous Daddy said, so he made Inuyasha climb up into a comfy tree, and made it safe with wards.
On his own person, Inuyasha had no less than three ofuda all the time. All made by Daddy, specifically for him. Two for protection, and one for finding. If he was taken, Daddy could find him by the ofuda. It had come in handy a few times when Oniisama decided to take him someplace OTHER than the Western Castle for teachings, and very conveniently “forgot” to tell Daddy.
His own papers were still clumsy. Sometimes they worked, sometimes they didn’t. Sesshoumaru scorned his efforts with spiritual power, but Daddy encouraged it. After all, he explained, Inuyasha was half human too. Just because his youkai power was turning out to be so strong didn’t mean that his human half had anything less to offer.
He could do simple things. Simple blessing wards, levitation, toys and tricks Daddy taught him. And he could make a barrier. That was something Daddy made him practice. His wasn’t very strong yet, but it was shimmery white like Daddy’s. He liked that.
Meditation would be a good use of his time, he knew that. But he didn’t feel like meditating. The sun was warm, and the breeze was sweetly scented so high up. It was so warm he wore only a short kimono instead of trousers or a longer kimono robe. It wasn’t hot yet though, and his ears flick, trying to catch any noise that might be Daddy coming to get him. So far…nothing.
It wasn’t hot yet, so the tree didn’t leak sap against him, or stick in his hair. It was perfect, and the bark was smooth through his robe. His scars didn’t mind it at all, and he swings his legs thoughtfully. He was invisible right now…couldn’t be seen or scented or heard or sensed…well protected. His hand wanders thoughtfully along his thigh and to his wrap. He didn’t need to pee…but he could do something else.
It felt really nice to touch himself. And he does, with careful fingers. He opens his wrap, after a moment’s hesitation, smiling a bit as he looks down at his dick. He liked it. It was like a friend. And like a friend, he’s gentle and attentive. He strokes, up and down, watching the skin move, feeling himself getting harder. When a bead of slippery substance pools at the tip of his foreskin, he touches his finger to it, and licks it, like Daddy does. He doesn’t think it tastes of anything in particular, really. Just himself. But Daddy likes it, and he takes the rest and smears it on his cock.
He pants slightly, still watching his crotch as he moves his fingers faster. Daddy used his whole hand when he did this on his BIG dick sometimes. Sometimes he only used his fingertips. And he…oh yeah…he reaches with his other hand and touches his balls. They’re soft, and making wrinkles now as the breeze blows on them. He pants louder, his hips moving slightly.
Daddy would spit on his hand sometimes, to stroke Inuyasha. To make it slippery. That felt good, and it made him smell good too. He liked that. He groans when he remembers what Daddy’s breath feels like on him there. On his dick, his balls, the insides of his thighs. Then Daddy would lick him all over and kiss him, and suck him into his mouth. Then…here Inuyasha carefully pulled back his foreskin so the bright pink, soft, protected head of his little cock peeked out…then Daddy would pull his skin back and lick him there. Maybe suck him into his mouth.
He knew he could come, thinking about that. He knew how to do it. He’d done it before. Daddy taught him. But instead he thinks about Daddy’s finger, and how he’d let Inuyasha suck it and make it all slickery. And then, with his mouth still on Inuyasha’s dick he’d slowly push inside him, between his cheeks. Into his ass. Slow, and gentle, so it never hurt. Slick and slippery with spit and oils, so the skin never tore. And even though the little hanyou took his Daddy’s big cock in his ass regularly, that first finger always made him feel so full.
He couldn’t put his own finger in there. He’d tried, but somehow his arms were too short, or his hips too long or maybe it was the taut scars on his back that restricted his motion in that direction. He wished he could, right now. He thinks hard about that full feeling, and Daddy’s sucking on his cock. He thinks about Daddy’s scent, and warm eyes, and the way he said, “Good boy. Such a good boy, my baby.” And he grunts, then whines and makes the feeling curl his toes, clenching everything then releasing, feeling the warmth push over him from inside, his ears burning as he reaches his little climax, a tiny squirt of clear fluid dribbling onto his fingers.
Oh, that felt SO good, and he slumps against the broad trunk of the tree, smiling, relaxed and contented. He licks the ejaculate from his fingers lazily, turning them over, sucking when he’s done, on his thumb. He doesn’t bother doing up his wrap or his kimono, letting himself doze off in the warm sun. He knows he won’t fall from the tree, and he knows he’s quite safe within Daddy’s wards.
He wakes an hour or so later, surprised to find Daddy’s arm around him, his face quite close. Daddy didn’t usually climb trees like this, he’d call for Inuyasha to come down to him. “Daddy,” he says sleepily, taking his thumb out of his mouth. “Did you finish the job?”
Miroku chuckles. “Indeed I did ‘Yasha.” His hand plays gently with the limp little cock and hairless balls, his baby still sleepy soft and sedated from his nap. “Did you?”
He grins sleepily, showing little fangs, arms going around Daddy’s neck. “I did. Just like you taught me.”
“That’s my good boy,” crooned the monk. “My very best boy, hmm? Never leave a job unfinished.” And he brushes his lips, softly against his boy’s.
‘Yasha yawns into the kiss. “Nope, never ever ever.”
And once they were on the ground again, Daddy started a brand new job, and didn’t let up until both he and Inuyasha were finished. With the job.
As Daddy said, a monk’s duty was never finished.
Owari