InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Odds n Ends: Adults Only ❯ Green and Indecent (Jaken) ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

 

Warning: Jaken kills horny. Srsly.

 

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“Oh yessss my master yesssss!” Jaken croaked from the brush.

Pushing aside a clump of branches, Sesshoumaru beheld Jaken in all his naked glory, his small hand wrapped around a frighteningly large, shockingly green erection. For a long moment, both froze, Sesshoumaru's cold gold eyes staring blankly into Jaken's bulging, panicky ones. Then, Jaken watched helplessly as Sesshoumaru's gaze dropped to the bent and slightly stained photograph clutched in his other hand. He gave an instinctive gulp of fear as Sesshoumaru plucked the photo from his limp fingers and studied the picture of himself.

Nothing of his expression changed, but as Sesshoumaru's hand glowed neon green and the poisonous acid ate away the photo, Jaken knew he was dead for sure.

“Jaken,” Sesshoumaru said neutrally. “I wish to depart. Finish what you are doing quickly.”

Without another word, Seshsoumaru turned and made to leave. Jaken was just beginning to relax, belatedly realizing that the white knuckled grip he had on his erection was strangling the life out of it, when Sesshoumaru spoke again.

“Jaken. In the future, you will refrain from either using my youkino or my picture for your purposes. Is that clear? And if you ever expose Rin to your sordid practices, I will kill you. Slowly.”

Jaken watched Sesshoumaru's retreating back, making sure he was well and truly gone before he relaxed this time. Hissing with exquisite discomfort, Jaken cradled his throbbing erection tenderly. Seeing the real Sesshoumaru, wrathful and coldly beautiful, was far better than any picture any day. Jaken could not remember being this hard, this ready, in a long, long time. Resuming the strokes of his hand along his length, he let his eyes roll back into his head as he pictured his master once more.

Sesshoumaru-sama was so awe inspiring.

Cold...cruel…pale and perfect.

Giving a hoarse cry, Jaken came harder and more gloriously than he ever had before.

 

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