written for saraste, 2013 hentai_contest winter break
Sesshoumaru knelt into the cavern. Alone, without a light, it was left to hands and feet to eke through that passage. Only his breath echoed about its vastness. Lower. Deeper. Into the body of the earth he plunged. It was as distant from the world of man as a demon could be. Few, even, imagined the crypt existed and he worked to keep it so.
"Are you going to yield me those ears?"
The figure of man appeared suddenly, unexpectedly along his trek through the forest.
"You, again, Butterfly?" he asked, as if bored by the intrusion. "Why are you not yet dead?"
"You listen to this Jakotsu! They may shake. Yet I will not be fooled! Only this cock trembles at your visage!" The mercenary almost jumped onto the demon. "Oh, feel me, my Lord Sesshoumaru, feel me, how my body worships you!"
At a juncture that passed emptied into the chamber. A crack had been etched onto its roof. Where it parted it admitted skylight. The moon glowed. The galaxy twinkled. Right then and there he felt the eternal chill of winter. He paused - to wait - to watch. He gleaned not a trace of activity. Only the steady trickle of melt punctuated the solitude.
"What will you do with these ears, fool?"
Jakotsu paused as if to consider. Clearly, the demon surmised, the human did not think it through.
"Well, I tell you what this Jakotsu intends to do with that body."
Water pooled by the rocks where Sesshoumaru knelt. The grave. No. The site. It was not a grave. How could it be a grave? It was a place of transition interrupted.
He lit the incense and fed the offering into an urn. After a while he exposed his cock that wilted due to the bite of air. He splashed water onto its skin. He shut his eyes to wander a passage of time and space. There, where a touch ignited his anatomy. There, where a kiss stoked his passion. Jakotsu just knew exactly how to illicit shivers to put a blizzard to shame. His touch weakened him worse than any enemy. Even the memory of their trysts awoke the fullness of his length and girth.
"Do what you promised to do," Sesshoumaru whispered into Jakotsu's ear: "Use me! Butterfly, use me! All of me! Every inch of me! All of me. Use me until there's nothing left but a whimpering dog! Oh, god, Jakotsu, why do you drive me crazy?"
He felt anew that grip envelop his skin and that mouth suckle his tip. Tongue lathered up and down and around his anatomy. A demon should not know of such worship... One whose lifetimes were eons were too disconnected to the world to know of its pleasures. Only those of flesh and blood, those destined to die, indulged the raw power of lust.
His cock, unable to endure that favor, gave up its seed and surrendered.
"Butterfly!" he whimpered - even dead Jakotsu could not be sated.