InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Feni's Ficlets ❯ Turkish Delight ( Chapter 9 )

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, in harem pants or hakama. Wish I did, but I don't.

 

A/N: This fic was written for Forthright's October 2007 `Sugar Buzz' Challenge on LJ's adults-only InuErotica community, and was inspired by some eponymous treats gifted to me by the generous Roseymouse-chan. Only 1031 words were permitted for the entire fic, and boy… was that requirement difficult to make stick!

 

Bouquets: Thanks to Ranuel for her suggestions, which saved Totosai from being `trimmed'… but not in the same way as Inuyasha.

 

Warnings: Bad language. Rampant silliness. Possible cavities.

 

 

Turkish Delight

 

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Where the fuck is everyone?

 

Last night, he'd fallen asleep in his customary perch half-way up a large tree after listening to Kagome tell the runt some wild story about flying carpets, evil magicians, magical lamps, heroic beggar boys and a wish-granting `genie'. He'd awakened this morning in a very strange world indeed.

 

Trussed up like a prize hog going to market, he'd caught a glimpse of a courtyard bounded by high white walls and colourful tiles paving the ground before he was hustled off to a steam-filled room that he readily identified as a bath house, even though it was totally unlike any he'd ever seen. Despite putting up a terrific fight after they loosened his bonds, he was quickly overwhelmed and briskly stripped out of his fire-rat armour by burly male attendants who brooked no defiance. He was then subjected to the extreme humiliation of being spread-eagled, every part of his body scrubbed, rinsed, and finally massaged with scented oils that gave him a headache and made him sneeze.

 

When he saw the wizened old man that looked a little too much like that crack-pot Totosai approaching, bearing a wicked-looking razor on a golden tray, he adopted a wary attitude… until the bug-eyed old fart started chortling and grabbed the hanyou's penis in one hand while waving around the razor with the other. Inuyasha instantly assumed the worst and fought back, but he was knocked out by a hard blow to the back of the head.

 

His temper hadn't improved upon awakening with an audience, a throbbing headache, his wrists manacled behind his back and an odd tingling sensation in his crotch. Every time he moved, he set off some sort of musical sound, so he held still and tried to discover as much about his new situation as he could through his nose and ears. The scented oils still played havoc with his nose, but he could hear other people entering the room and confirmed that the show was about to start by peering through his lashes.

 

If I could just get one hand loose…

 

Carefully flexing his arms to test the heavy cuffs, he had to grudgingly admit they'd done a good job restraining him. His ankles were also bound, and whatever they'd dressed him in sure as hell wasn't fire-rat because his ass was freezingand his crotch felt… fresh.

 

What the hell did that crazy old coot do to me? Little Tetsusaiga better be hanging in the same place I left it…

 

Inuyasha broke out into a cold sweat at his worst case scenario just as trumpets announced the entry of someone into the room, quickly followed by the swishing of multiple robes as people bowed and murmured greetings.

 

Now what?

 

He was dragged up off the floor and then dropped onto his knees, large hands holding him down by the shoulders and forcing him to bend his neck in submission. This was quickly followed by a sharp feminine protest that made his ears hurt and the rough hands left him alone. There was the sound of soft-soled slippers on the tile floor, the soft swoosh of fabric and then delicate fingers cupped his chin and tilted his head up.

 

What the…? Ka-kagome?

 

His nose confirmed that under the thick layers of exotic perfume it was indeed his favourite shard hunter, but all he could see was her distinctive grey eyes because the rest of her face and body were shrouded in floor-length heavy white robes. She glared over his head at the men behind him, who instantly began muttering apologies. A gentle touch to his cheek and then the corners of her eyes crinkled as she smiled before straightening and turning away. Inuyasha stared after her with his mouth hanging open, until he was hauled to his feet and the ankle shackles removed. A hand planted in the small of his back gave him a not-too-gentle shove and he stumbled… but only because of his shock at his attire.

 

Billowing, sheer red hakama were gathered at his ankles and hips by rows of tiny gold coins that tinkled musically with every movement while his torso remained bare except for a twisted golden rope criss-crossed over his chest… but that wasn't what really caught his attention.

 

Where the hell's my fundoshi? Oh, shit… the fuckers shaved my crotch?

 

More than a little stunned, Inuyasha followed in Kagome's wake until they entered a large, luxuriously appointed room featuring low divans piled with colourful pillows. As soon as the iron-bound door closed behind them, Kagome doffed the concealing robe and handed it over to a one-eyed crone, but he was so flabbergasted by the girl's lack of attire that he didn't spare the old woman a second glance.

 

Filmy green pantaloons hung from Kagome's curvaceous hips and a tiny cropped top of the same material made his mouth go dry. Her slim arms, throat and waist were adorned with enough jewellery to make the Emperor envious, her hair held back by an elaborate golden comb and jewelled pins. Smiling brightly, she led him over to one of the couches and seated him. The crone began working at the buckles pinning his wrists while the girl remained standing, delicately sifting her fingers through his bangs.

 

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded, his cheeks bright red as he looked everywhere but at the lusciously rounded… and very perky… contents of her sheer top.

 

Instead of answering, she stepped in between his knees and put him face-first into her breasts while her fingertips searched out the spot on the back of his head where he'd been cold-cocked. The hanyou gurgled and grabbed for her bare waist, intending to quickly move her back because freshly-mown parts of his anatomy were publicly showing great interest. However, his hands refused to obey, instead yanking her flush against him as his lips closed over a pert nipple…

 

“Eep! I-Inu-y-yasha…? Uh… you must have hit your head really hard when you fell out of the tree…” Kagome's eyes were very wide and her cheeks very flushed as she scrambled backwards, bandage in hand. He blinked.

 

A dream…? Then why are my balls so itchy?

 

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