Inuyasha, "His Skin" Naraku/Sesshoumaru, PG-13
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: His Skin
Author: quirkyslayer
Theme: Naraku
Word Count: 225
Pairing: Naraku/Sesshoumaru
Squicks: Some homoerotic thoughts and delusions of petting
He watched as his tentacles squeezed his prey. Silver hair peaked out in tuffs underneath the wrapping coils. His prey did not struggle. He could feel his tentacles stroking at his soft heated skin through torn clothing.
Beautiful.
Not only did Naraku want to his absorb him, he wanted to feel him, to pet him and soak in all that silkiness of his husk that only his eyes could touch. Imagination was nothing compared to the delicate sensations produced by a mesh of contact.
His skin had never been so porous. Even when he was a thief, he could remember his charred limbs, his skin crumbling to ash with a chronic adversity to moisture.
In all the demons he had assimilated, none of them could give him the smooth texture as HIS skin. He wanted it so badly he almost itched himself.
He pondered. If his rough, muscular chest had been so smooth, what of the feel of tender skin he had hidden away? He shivered restlessly. He wanted desperately to caress all of it, every highlight, every shadow.
But Sesshoumaru resisted, sending his tentacles flying in pieces away from the heavenly pulses of his skin.
Naraku smirked obsessively, still confident he would capture him. ‘Careful now, pet,’ he inwardly purred. ‘If you don’t behave, I won’t be quite as gentle once I have you.’
Title: His Skin
Author: quirkyslayer
Theme: Naraku
Word Count: 225
Pairing: Naraku/Sesshoumaru
Squicks: Some homoerotic thoughts and delusions of petting
He watched as his tentacles squeezed his prey. Silver hair peaked out in tuffs underneath the wrapping coils. His prey did not struggle. He could feel his tentacles stroking at his soft heated skin through torn clothing.
Beautiful.
Not only did Naraku want to his absorb him, he wanted to feel him, to pet him and soak in all that silkiness of his husk that only his eyes could touch. Imagination was nothing compared to the delicate sensations produced by a mesh of contact.
His skin had never been so porous. Even when he was a thief, he could remember his charred limbs, his skin crumbling to ash with a chronic adversity to moisture.
In all the demons he had assimilated, none of them could give him the smooth texture as HIS skin. He wanted it so badly he almost itched himself.
He pondered. If his rough, muscular chest had been so smooth, what of the feel of tender skin he had hidden away? He shivered restlessly. He wanted desperately to caress all of it, every highlight, every shadow.
But Sesshoumaru resisted, sending his tentacles flying in pieces away from the heavenly pulses of his skin.
Naraku smirked obsessively, still confident he would capture him. ‘Careful now, pet,’ he inwardly purred. ‘If you don’t behave, I won’t be quite as gentle once I have you.’