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Author: Me, or Shadows_Call as I'm known at aff.net
Anime: Cross-over, Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho (Kurama(youko wise)xSessh... yes... fear my randomness. I think I made it actually make sense)
Rating: Nc-17 Not a fic to view at work, unless you think you can get away with it.
Name of story: A Little Taste Before Going Home





((AN: This was originally a birthday fic for Ariel. Since a few other people seemed to like it, I’m sharing....
>.< I can’t remember what the Japanese names for the clothing are. Sorry. ^_^; I also made the mistake in naming the fluff that Sessh carries around as his tail. >.> I’m too lazy to fix it, since it kind of ties into the story. Sorry. ^^ Enjoy.))



A Little Taste Before Going Home




The wind brought the scent to him before he sensed the flare of youki in the distance. Quickly he suppressed his own youki, determined to find the owner of such a unique scent. Kurama snorted. It was a curious enough occurrence simply by the fact that most youkai stank to high heaven.

Slowly he crept from tree to tree until he caught sight of the youkai he had been looking for. Another cool wind blew past the elegantly dressed youkai, stirring the white hair that ended a little past the back of his knees. Golden eyes, much like his own, stared coldly at a small ugly creature that whined and jumped about.

A smirk tugged at Kurama’s lips as he looked the youkai over once more. Definitely worth tasting, even if it meant a prolonged visit to the Ningenkai. The white fluff draped over one of the youkai’s shoulders looked at first like an odd fashion statement. Then at closer inspection, Kurama realized it was a tail. He flicked his own in amusement, swatting at the leaves.

“Sesshoumaru-sama! Sesshoumaru-sama!” The ugly green creature tugged at one of the sleeves of Sesshoumaru’s robe.

The slight sound Kurama made had attracted Sesshoumaru’s attention to the point of almost ignoring his servant’s nagging. “Be quiet Jakan.” Absently he kicked at Jakan, causing the little youkai to tumbled head over feet until he hit a tree.

Kurama remained quiet, thoroughly enjoying himself. He sent a small amount of youki into a near by plant, causing it to stir to life. While it arrested Jakan’s attention, Sesshoumaru stared cooly at the tree Kurama crouched on, though his exact position was obscured by leaves. Inwardly the youko grinned. This one would be quiet the challenge.

“I don’t play games, youkai.” Sesshoumaru’s hushed voice bordered between anger and boredom. His golden eyes were narrowed slightly, while his stance remained the same guarded when he had first noticed Kurama’s presence.

Tentatively stretching out with his youki, Kurama called for the vines that hung in the trees to dart towards the white haired dog youkai. While Sesshoumaru stuck them down with ease by using a whip-like weapon made of youki, Kurama made the vines slowly burrow underground. As soon as the last of the airborne assault had been hacked down, he urged the vines to shoot from the ground. They caught both of Sesshoumaru’s wrists then tugged downward. The sudden tug brought Sesshoumaru to one knee, though he still fought against the vines. More came at him, wrapping around his waist and neck.

Jakan steadfastly defended his master against the onslaught of vines, using his staff to burn the restrictive plants. A few actually snapped, annoying the youko. He summoned a vine to circle around Jakan when the little ugly thing had his back turned, then picked him up and tossed him into the air and away from his master.

Taking his eyes off of Sesshoumaru had been a mistake. The strong willed youkai had managed to keep a hold of his sword, and was rising to his feet. Kurama called for the vines to pull down even harder. With a grunt, Sesshoumaru fell back to his knee, eyes glowing with anger.

As a final touch, Kurama flicked one of the seeds he had collected from the Makai down to the ground in front of Sesshoumaru. It sprung to life as soon as he sent a small amount of youki into it, causing Sesshoumaru to jerk his head up. The plant hissed and opened it’s leaves, exposing a row of teeth-like spikes.

“I wouldn’t move, were I you.” The youko chuckled as he jumped down from his hiding place and into the small clearing. “The jazenki plant loves to eat youki, but finds life energy to be sweeter. As soon as it’s done sucking the energy from your body until you can move no longer, it’ll eat away your life’s energy... From the screams of my previous victims, I gather it’s a rather excruciating process.” Kurama ran a finger over the stripe on his captive’s cheek. “If you so much as move I’ll tell it you’re dinner.” Flicking his wrist a few times, Kurama planted a few more seeds that sprouted into jazenki plants. When dealing with one as wild and yummy as this Sesshoumaru, a youkai could never be too careful.

Sesshoumaru growled, his eyes glowing red for a second. “What is it that you want?”

Kurama removed the sword at Sesshoumaru’s waist, tossing it to the ground a few feet away. “You. Just a little taste of the local youkai, then I’ll leave you be.” The youko ran his finger over Sesshoumaru’s soft lips, only to jerk his hand away before it was bitten. “Don’t fight it bishonen, that just makes me even more hungry...” Kurama leaned forward and flicked his tongue against the tip of Sesshoumaru’s ear. “I’m not sure what the Ningenkai youkai know of me,” the youko’s deeply toned, hushed voice purred, “but my name is Kurama.” He bit his captive’s earlobe, “remember it well. You’ll be screaming it later.”

A low growl emitted from Sesshoumaru’s throat. Kurama was sure that he’d have to be far away once he finally released the youkai. He didn’t fear Sesshoumaru, but he didn’t want to be involved in a long and complicated fight either. This was his vacation of sorts, and he wanted it to end with a bang. Sesshoumaru was too fine to be killed or tarnished in such a way.

The yellow and blue sash wrapped around Sesshoumaru’s waist was the first thing to go. All the while Kurama’s captive stared at him through narrowed eyes, his body tense. The armor was the next, though Kurama faced a bit of a challenge. If there was any leeway in Sesshoumaru’s bonds, he’d break free. A thick vine snuck under his armor and held youkai’s waist while the one wrapped around his armor loosened so Kurama could slide it off. The youko summoned a small plant that dripped with a sickeningly sweet smelling liquid. Kurama grabbed it and aimed a few drops over the metal armor over his shoulders, at the joint where the spiked pieces met with the chest and back plates. The acid ate away at the metal quickly, making the spiked armor that hovered over his shoulders break off easily. The rest of the armor was discarded without difficulty, tossed in the general direction of the sash.

The loss of his armor seemed to infuriate Sesshoumaru even more. Outwardly Kurama wouldn’t have been able to notice, but a sudden flash of fire lit Sesshoumaru’s eyes. The youko thought about it for a moment. He wouldn’t have wanted something expensive or rare of his broken either. Kurama shrugged and smiled ear to ear as he knelt before the bound youkai. Guilt never hovered in his mind for very long. Especially not when the other party would be enjoying himself shortly.

One long nailed finger slid under the waistline of Sesshoumaru’s pants, tugging at them to test the looseness. Slowly Kurama slid the rest of his hand in, searching for the other demon’s member. A sly smile crept across Kurama’s lips as his hand began stroking the shaft to life. Sesshoumaru’s glare didn’t waver, his eyes only drooping slightly while Kurama began to stroke his member.

Sesshoumaru’s breath quickened, his body tensing as he once more tried to free himself. The vines didn’t budge an inch. Wrapped up in the sensations caused by Kurama’s skilled attentions, he didn’t notice that his eyes had sagged until they were almost closed.

Kurama saw an opportunity to create some more mischief. Carefully he parted his captive’s robes with out skipping a beat in his stroking of the beautiful youkai. A small pert nub bumped against Kurama’s searching finger tips as they slid across the smooth creamy skin. Taking the nub between his finger and thumb, Kurama rolled it between his digits then used his sharp nails to do the same. A slight intake of breath was the extent of Sesshoumaru’s reaction.

Kurama closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Sesshoumaru’s. The youkai didn’t respond, but Kurama also took it as a good sign. He’d left Sesshoumaru enough leeway to be able to jerk his head away from Kurama. The youko parted his lips, the tip of his tongue licking Sesshoumaru’s bottom lip. Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes opened then narrowed once again as he turned his head away.

A gust of wind brought the scent of that green thing that had been hopping around Sesshoumaru’s feet. By the strength of the scent he was... about twenty minutes away, if Kurama judged the little thing’s speed correctly. Kurama sighed, he was going to have to speed things up a lot sooner than he had intended. Knocking Jaken away would be easy, but it meant taking his concentration away from the intriguing creature before him or possibly suffering an injury by a lucky hit. Better to just finish than have to start all over with an even more agitated youkai.

He released Sesshoumaru’s member and stood up. The youkai eyed Kurama as he ducked and stepped over the vines that kept him bound in place. Sesshoumaru still knelt on one knee, the other stuck in place in order to keep him upright. Kurama swept the long white hair over Sesshoumaru’s left shoulder and pulled at the back of his robes. The back of the robe fell to the youkai’s mid-back. Kurama didn’t want to waste anymore time, but he couldn’t resist running his hands over the gracefully curved back. He pulled at the pants, tugging them down as well. Quickly he removed his own clothing, throwing them to the side.

Trusting Sesshoumaru at this moment not to bite his fingers off didn’t sound like a good plan, so he wetted his own fingers instead. He pressed one of the now moist finger against Sesshoumaru’s opening. The proud youkai growled and jerked his head up.

“Now now...” Kurama’s harsh voice dripped with lust, “relax, or this will hurt a hellva lot more.” He didn’t have time to be considerate so he plunged his finger inside. Sesshoumaru seemed to relax a bit once both fingers moved sensuously inside him. Kurama smirked while Sesshoumaru’s head lolled forward when Kurama found and rubbed hard at the small bump.

Kurama withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his weeping erection. A muffled sound was all that Kurama heard as he sunk into his captive. The youko nibbled on Sesshoumaru’s neck as he drove in and out of him. Kurama enclosed Sesshoumaru’s member within his firm grip, tugging at it in time with his thrusts. Soon Sesshoumaru was uttering something that sounded like a cross between a growl and a purr. Kurama moaned into Sesshoumaru’s neck then arched his back so he could bite the youkai’s shoulder blades.

To Kurama’s relief Jaken seemed to have paused in his return to his master. His youki was barely detectable even at close range, but he was definitely not going to ruin his enjoinment anytime soon. He turned his attention back to the beautiful creature that writhed every time his member scraped against the spot that brought Sesshoumaru pleasure.

“Re... lease... me...” Sesshoumaru whispered between pants.

Kurama swivelled an ear to the side, thinking about his captive’s words for a moment. “To escape or kill me?”

“Neither.”

The youko paused, weighing his options. Even if Sesshoumaru still meant to kill him, his plants would more than likely react before he could finish a fatal blow. Though, he didn’t know just how fast this white haired youkai was. Willingness to finish what he had started... that was far more yummy than what he was presently doing. With a final thought aimed at the several carnivorous plants encircling them, Kurama retracted the vines.

Once freed Sesshoumaru turned around, grabbed both sides of Kurama’s face, and kissed him thoroughly. Their tongues played together, Kurama’s hands rubbing at Sesshoumaru’s hips in the mean time. Kurama’s tail swished from side to side, expressing how pleased he was at the outcome.

Lips still locked in the ferocious kiss, the youko maneuvered them both so Sesshoumaru sat on his lap, their shafts occasionally bumping against one another. Kurama wrapped his fingers around both of them and started stroking them. Sesshoumaru smacked away Kurama’s hand. Rising to his knees, the youkai impaled himself on Kurama’s member. Kurama moaned against Sesshoumaru’s lips.

Sesshoumaru bit Kurama’s lower lip as he began to bounce up and down, the simple movement causing both to moan. His hands left Kurama’s face, caressing down the youko’s neck and shoulders. Claw like finger nails dug into Kurama’s firm shoulders, Kurama retaliating by dragging his nails down Sesshoumaru’s spine.

For better balance, Kurama kept one hand on the ground while the other jerked at the youkai’s length. At Sesshoumaru’s pace, it wasn’t long before Kurama cried out. Silver hair was flung back as Kurama arched his back. His moans filled the air until the waves of pleasure from his orgasm faded into a dull hum rushing through his veins.

Sesshoumaru wasn’t far behind. As the pleasure hit him, he clutched at Kurama’s shoulders. The youko gasped as the sharp nails pierced his flesh, small tracks of blood flowing down his arms. Sesshoumaru’s moan was more quiet than his captor’s, both of their stomachs becoming sticky as his seed shot out.

Kurama smiled, lifting his hand to his mouth and licking it clean. Sesshoumaru released his grip on the other’s shoulders, Kurama only slightly wincing at the action. The youkai bent down and licked one of the trails of blood, created by his thumb, from the inside of Kurama’s elbow to the pierced flesh.

Raising an eyebrow, Kurama jerked Sesshoumaru’s head closer to his and lapped the blood off of the youkai’s chin and lips. “You taste good,” Kurama purred.

“As do you... I hope you don’t mind.”

The youko smirked and shrugged. “I heal quickly.”

“Good,” replied a low voice.

The heads of all of Kurama’s plants were suddenly sliced off, the stalks wiggling until finally falling silent. Kurama glared at Sesshoumaru who smiled slightly. Out of the brush came a person wrapped in fur, face obscured by a mask. The person lifted the tip of the monkey’s head, revealing a man with red eyes and wavy black hair.

Sesshoumaru used Kurama’s distraction to his advantage. Pushing the youko’s back roughly against the ground, he held out his hand. The red eyed stranger threw the youkai’s sword to him, Sesshoumaru’s movements a blur as he unsheathed it and held it against Kurama’s neck.

“So Sesshoumaru,” the red eyed man grinned and strode over to the two, “shall we play with him, or kill him? Though, it would be a shame to kill one this attractive. Hmm,” he grinned as he bent down to stroke Kurama’s ear. “He has ears like your brother’s.”

“He is no hanyou, Naraku,” Sesshoumaru snapped. “He’s a lot stronger than my HALF brother. While it would seem the smarter choice would be to kill him, I find myself inclined to play with him first.” Sesshoumaru glared up at Naraku. “You’re rubbing off on me.”

Naraku gave Sesshoumaru a half grin, touching his fingers gently to Sesshoumaru’s cheek. “I don’t hear you complaining when we’re in the act of rubbing off on each other...”

Kurama growled, “as touching as this all is, could you wrap it up and decide what you want to do? I have a home and a mate to return to in the Makai.”

Naraku nibbled on Sesshoumaru’s ear, looking down at their new toy. “You won’t be seeing either of them for a while... if at all. I think that choice depends on Sesshoumaru’s temper...”

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