Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell

by The Voice in the Wilderness

Written for a prompt, "Sesshoumaru/My Good Looks Are Ruining People's Lives" Whose life better to ruin than one's creator? I think Sesshoumaru would appreciate the seduction of one's God. I'm sure is his ego knows no bounds.

Theme: Sesshoumaru/My Good Looks Are Ruining People's Lives

Title: Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell

Characters: Hmmm… it'd be libel if I pointed fingers and named names, wouldn't it?

Rating: X

Word Count: 288

Summary: A pretty face and a dirty look, I knew right away that I had to get my hooks in you, baby…

A/N: Summary and title gleefully stolen from "Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell" by Iggy Pop and the Stooges. Ever drawn something or someone so fucking hot you wished it was real? Oh yeah – that's a job well done.

All "InuYasha" characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and associated copyright holders. No money is being made from this fan fiction. No infringement is intended.

"Mangaka-sensei – you look awful! What happened?"

"Ah, Emiko-chan, I didn't get much sleep last night. How's the shading for chapter 346 coming?"

"Always the devoted mangaka, Rumiko-chan – it's coming along precisely on schedule, as always. But what happened last night?"

"I had a…a… very bad dream."

Long silver hair fell over her sweating skin as the animal above her shoved his haughty tongue hard into her gasping mouth. Perfect fangs grazed her swollen lip as he kissed her, twisting her hips hard against him as his… sword… pounded her senseless. His snarls rang in her ears, even when her ecstatic screaming drowned him out as her demon lord made her come and come again. He broke her on all fours like the dog he was, he split her in half and always, she cried out his arcane name in pleading for more. His cold, vicious beauty had haunted her now for so many nights…ever since seeing him half-clothed, bearing a second-hand arm aflame, the youkai lord had been teasing her… promising her richer, more bestial pleasures that only her mind could serve up, night after exhausting night..

The tear-wavering image of his perfect, near crystalline face as he towered over her climax-sprung form welled up suddenly within her and Sensei gulped as her panties suddenly grew sub-tropical. Emiko-san noticed her boss's little wobble, noticed the slight trembling waver of her hand as it clenched the Shounen Sunday graphic tea cup just a little too hard for a typical Monday morning. The worn-out mangaka's sudden flaming red cheeks thrust the artist headlong into the studio's quiet maelstrom of erotic speculation.

Emiko smiled; someone's pretty face was making her boss's life a pleasure-soaked wreck. She'd give anything to know just whose.