I don't own Inuyasha.
Slowly, slowly, he made his way to the beautiful creature standing in front of him. That skin, that smell… it was more than he could take. Gently, he ran his hands over the flawless flesh. There was one he had known before… one who, he had thought, had been perfect. But that was the past, and no one could live forever. Now, there was only this moment. Cautiously at first, he slid himself inside before quickly pushing as far as he could go. He didn't want this to hurt. There was a slight trickle of blood, but that wasn't unusual. Ooohh, this was heaven, this was—
SMACK
"Myoga. Get lost."
He took it back. Inu no Taisho tasted much better than Inuyasha.
A/N: So this is my first submission. Just a short little drabble to test the waters, so to speak. I'm not 100 happy with it, but I wanted to submit it and see what you guys thought. In case you didn't get it, this lil snippet is about Myoga. He is comparing Inu no Taisho's blood to Inuyasha's. Perverts. - Someone else has probably already written a story like this (and done a much better job), but if I've read one, I don't remember it. Anyway, please tell me what you think!