InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Feni's Ficlets ❯ The Proposition ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to InuYasha… especially not Sesshomaru (luckily for him).

A/N: A pure, unadulterated crack!fic. I apologize. Not enough sleep; too much coffee.

First reared its head on Live Journal June 13, 2006, on Numisma's monthly spam!post; edited and re-posted June 14, 2006

The Proposition

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Sesshomaru stroked his claws in a languid fashion up and down the thick shaft of Tokijin, admiring the way the dim candle light gleamed on the forged metal. The demonic blade, spawned of Naraku himself, was always testing him, tempting him, and it had something definite in mind tonight.

Haven't you always wanted to feel my full power, inu-sama? the katana rasped in that dry, husky voice that never failed to catch his attention.

"Your power, as you call it, is as pathetic as your hanyou sire."

The blade chuckled softly, its voice a purr. I have never demonstrated my true ability, inu-sama, but for you ...don't you wish to know the real purpose for which Kaijinbo forged me?

"Not particularly." Sesshomaru affected a bored tone, but he was keenly aware of how the demonic aura of the blade rippled in an almost sensual manner as he handled it. He laid it down on his thigh, and was not surprised when the aura reached out towards his obi and began to toy with it, caressing the silken fabric, winding around it, 'accidentally' grazing the slowly tenting hakama beneath. Sesshomaru refused to squirm, but his eyes were glazing slightly when the blade again spoke.

Did you not ever wonder as to my size and girth, inu-sama? And why I have no sheathe?

"I do not particularly care..."

The blade chuckled again, and its aura made no pretence of its intent in loosening the gaudy silk, and then the ties securing his hakama. Kaijinbo was mistaken that I yearned for your brother's blood, though there would have been some of that if I had my way with him; of that I have no doubt.

The aura slipped underneath the silk fabric and wriggled, curling around and against his skin; Sesshomaru gritted his fangs against the seductive sensations. The katana began to vibrate; he gripped the hilt in a white-knuckled hand.

My true desire that night, inu-sama, was to find a proper sheathe...one that could accommodate me...that I could enjoy being contained by...

"And you suppose that I will provide you with a sheathe that meets your requirements?" Sesshomaru's eyes nearly crossed when the aura delved down between his legs and began caressing other parts of his anatomy while not leaving off the gentle tugging and cupping it had been indulging in.

The blade, leaking dark vapour from its tip, fairly quivered in anticipation. Quench my desire, inu-sama...discover my true purpose!

Sesshomaru sighed then, and gracefully stood up, bunching his loosened clothing with the hand that held Tokijin. He strode toward the open window of the room, and dove out in a flash of silver and white into the indigo darkness of the night.

In mid-air he coiled, spun and transformed, landing in the garden of the castle as a massive, three-legged dog, a now-tiny sword gripped between the toes of his forepaw. Carefully, the dog seated itself, trapped the blade deftly between his teeth and tongue, then curled his long body back on itself while arching his tail out of the way, the sword pulsating deliriously…

…and calmly used the katana to itch that one spot at the base of his tail that he never could quite reach while in canine form, thoroughly enjoying Tokijin's outraged spluttering at once again being denied.

finis