Author's Rant: Lemon time babes! Finally!

Warning: Sexual transaction between males to the highest degree. You've been warned.

Good Enough to Eat

So far so good. Sesshomaru's an excellent cook; damn near as well as me. Ok, ok, he was better than me. Everything smelled so good and the look wasn't that bad either.

All of this I discovered after I managed to squeeze my way out of Sesshomaru's horny embrace; and escape his groping hands which wouldn't stop stroking my ass. Shit and I thought I was bad about that. The way his hand kept itching for a touch guaranteed a marking being left there by morning.

"I have a dish I think you'll enjoy. Come," I heard him say though my mind was trembling with fright about the prospects of tonight. Focusing on whatever he cooked was easier said than done. Don't ask me to try because that shit ain't happening here. None of you see that barbaric glare he has set on me. I could roast marshmallows and have some s'mores ready for my entire school from the way he was looking me up and down like a slap of ribs.

Wait one got'damn minute here. What the hell am I tripping over? I'm Inuyasha for Christ's sake. Sexiness radiates off me like light from the sun? I walk perfection, I ooze God's favoritism. Shit, there ain't anything here to steal my stride. Here I was all worried over nada. I got this. I got this just fine.

With a renewed pep in my step, I pulled up my trousers and strolled over to the table head held high and confidence swelled in my shoulders. I should know better than being fearful of new experiences. I was known to handle my own without a single second thought on the ordeal. This little secret meeting would be no different from the rest of the hardships I've been through.

Rounding my way to the dining room decorated extensively to my surprise with lit scented candles, which I knew was the reason why I could smell lavender vanilla when I came in. Smelled nice in here, I think I could get used to this scent. Add the lilac flower petals and cream roses poised romantically in the corners I would almost believe Sesshomaru thought this was a date. Garnish trimmings every which a way I turned. Ole dude really decked out Ms. Kendora's place. Felt like I was knocked back to some Victorian past.

"Inuyasha," I turned away from the stylish smell goods, finding Sesshomaru standing behind the pulled chair, waiting for me to take my seat.

My inner puppy's tail was wagging from the flare thrilling me. This was really nice. Excuse me for feeling all giddy but I couldn't hold back thinking he'd went this far just for me; that'd be the kindest thing anyone had done for me. I would ask if it's all for me but that manly troll in my chest wouldn't brave the worlds to leave my throat.

The way I was gliding to my seat, it'll be easy to tell. I was up for being wooed. "Thanks," I say hoping in my chair.

"You're welcome," He says, curving his claws under my chin. I followed after until every digit fell off, leaving me hanging in a dreamy daze. Swaying left and right like that, he knew that got me going.

He disappeared in the kitchen, emerging seconds later with a plate of cooked meat lightly dripping off the sides with liquidities completely unhealthy for any living mortal. A gravy dish slushed a bit off the edges of a pourer overflowing with its sultry goodness—oh my damn I can see the stream whistling off. Was that, oh yes it is. A side plate of cooked stir fry sizzling like somebody just sipped a cola.

Sexy butt, pretty face, can cook his ass off—mama would be proud.

My nose pinched the inside of my brain as the plates of deliciousness are settled before me like I'm a king—which I am but this you already know.

Taking a long winded whiff, I shuddered. "Smells good," I chuckled. Wait a second. "Yo, it ain't laced with anything is it?"

Sesshomaru gave me that look speaking volumes of something devilish with a lick of come-hither daring me not to eat what he slaved over.

If it wasn't for his provocative glints, I'd be tossing my plate to the floor and saying fuck it. Not letting him cut up my food. I wouldn't dare touch something he was holding out for me with a fork. Nope, I wouldn't even dream of leaning forward and taking a sample of some mind blowing, well-seasoned veggies and marinated steak, exploding salty juices in my mouth.

"Mmm," Yes that was my captivated with food moan. Not my stimulated moan but damn it was easy to get the two confused with this. The meat was cooked to perfection; not too tough at all. Babe had it literally melting on my tongue and the coating film of sautéed produce, making me squirm.

I thought someone was getting busy in my mouth. Trust, I'm not exaggerating with the flavor. Sesshomaru could easily go toe to toe with a chef with the way those tastes were splashing around. With every bite, his hand cradled my chin scratching those sharp claws against my skin. Damn he knew that was my spot.

By my fifth bite I was purring, leg kicking like mad, and my ears twitching from the tickling. I gathered by the tenth bit he was using this method of seduction unheard of or perhaps something men did to other men; regardless it was working just fine. Did I mention he was whispering erotic words in my ear too? Yeah that's why they're wiggling like that.

"Mmm Mmm." Don't bother trying to decipher that because I'd be lying if I said which moan it was. Feeding me, talking dirty, and touching my spot—it should be a crime to feel this good from so many techniques.

"You like that?" Were some of his husky whispers, polished with heated lust.

I can only nod, eyes squeezed as tight as my toes.

"Damn," I hungrily licked my lips after getting another forkful. Thankfully I think that was the last bit because I couldn't take any more of his teasing. I watched him take the plates away, sighing my relief. My dick was riding on semi-hard; something I didn't think was theoretically possible without at least coping a feel of something soft, yet here Sesshomaru was able to do so with mere words and claw strokes.

On second thought, I thought my last bite was for the food. I was wrong.

Sesshomaru pulled me up from my chair and sat there, snatching me on his lap, legs straddling each side. "It's my turn," Fingers reached through the mane of my hair to massage my scalp, raking down through like a watery descent. "I need a taste of your lips Inuyasha."

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For the longest we just laid there, panting, catching and riding off the twitching effects of our mind blowing experience.

"D-damn," I finally murmured. That had to have been the best fuck I've ever done. Ever. "Holy shit . . . that was," I sniffled. "That was great."

I heard Sesshomaru's chuckle bubble against me as he lifted up to stare at my face. "My words exactly," he said just as quietly. "You're something else Inuyasha."

I smiled, thinking to myself he wasn't so bad either.

No, not so bad at all.

TBC: Oh My.