A/N- bwahahahaha smutty smutt smutt smutt (with a mini cliffy at the end)
Juuroumaru's gaze shot back and forth between Sesshoumaru and the meal laid out before him.
"Eat," he looked suspiciously at Sesshoumaru before hesitantly reaching out and snatching a pear. Slowly, he began nibbling it, juice dribbling down his chin. He kept his eyes trained on Sesshoumaru, as if expecting him to take the food away. He poked at a bit of thinely sliced meat before grabbing it as well and swallowing in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand slapped his away from a second slice of meat. He hissed and pulled his hand away, looking up with a betrayed look at Sesshoumaru.
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes. "You will not eat with such ill manners in my home."
Juuroumaru looked at him blankly.
Sighing mentally, Sesshoumaru got up and circled the table, sitting unsettlingly close beside Juuroumaru, who instinctively scooted away. Sesshoumaru caught his wrist before he got too far. He picked up a pair of ivory chopsticks and pressed them into Juuroumaru's abraded palm. Again, he was graced with Juuroumaru's blank look.
"You are to use chopsticks when you eat in my, or my guest's presence."
Blink.
"Is that clear?"
Blink.
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes and Juuroumaru looked frightened.
"I don't know how…"
He'd rather speak than get punished for seeming to ignore Sesshoumaru's orders.
Sesshoumaru tried not to wince at the grating sound of his new charge's voice. He moved over to kneel behind Juuroumaru who immediately stiffened and suppressed the instinctive voice that told him to move away. Sesshoumaru snaked an arm around Juuroumaru who immediately began struggling, grabbing hold of both of Sesshoumaru's hands and trying to pry them away.
"Don't," said Sesshoumaru coldly. Juuroumaru whimpered and struggled harder, throwing his weight against Sesshoumaru's unyielding arms. Unfortunately, his poor condition was realized when the healing tissue one of his more subtle wounds tore with the strain of his effort.
He yelped, unintentionly rebounding into Sesshoumaru's arms. Sesshoumaru's hand located the wound almost instantaniously. The heat of Sesshoumaru's palm forced gasps from Juuroumaru. Sesshoumaru's other arm, which had encircled him tightened, almost crushing him. With his free hand, he reached out and positioned the chopsticks in Juuroumaru's hand, forcing Juuroumaru's hand towards the meat with his nails. Juuroumaru fingers became lax in his grip, as he had seemingly given up fighting.
For a good half an hour, Sesshoumaru proceeded to teach Juuroumaru how to use chopsticks, directing him with his hand over Juuroumaru's. If rice slipped between the chopsticks, Sesshoumaru would force Juuroumaru's chopsticks down to pick it up again.
At times, Sesshoumaru got playful, leaning down and nipping Juuroumaru's neck or purring into his ear. It was a strange, instinctive feeling inside Sesshoumaru that couldn't be denied- especially with the warm, supple body that was pressed against him. It seemed centuries since he had last felt such a peculiar, affectionate emotion that seemed to dominate his whole being, and the small, surprised gasps from the lavender eyed beauty in his arms only coaxed him to push further.
These small, suggestive gestures made Juuroumaru shudder in pleasure and lean back into Sesshoumaru's arms, his body limp. Once, when Sesshoumaru actually ran his tongue along the shell of his ears, Juuroumaru whipped around so fast that his cheek caught Sesshoumaru's jaw and they both reeled back in pain. Sesshoumaru had actually laughed- a strange thing for both of them to hear.
Eventually, despite Sesshoumaru's mind-reeling assaults and his lack of coordination, he managed to eat his fill so that his stomach no longer groaned and rumbled.
"Good," said Sesshoumaru with a nod of approval. The small praise made Juuroumaru brighten noticeable. Then, without another word, Sesshoumaru stood, turning Juuroumaru over to Jaken, a short, green toad that skirted around Sesshoumaru, chattering non-stop.
Juuroumaru lost his happy glow and suppressed a pout, when the warmth from behind had suddenly extracted itself. He turned broodingly towards the toad; a slight pang of jealousy shooting through him when he saw Sesshoumaru's attention had switched to the toad instead of himself. He didn't understand why either. The toad was cowardly, a lowly, arrogant little thing that made Sesshoumaru's pleasant, playful manner evolve into an irritated, slightly angry one.
The Sesshoumaru that Juuroumaru saw was the same one he had seen the first night. Not until now did he realize the slight change in Sesshoumaru since he had shared his bed with Juuroumaru the previous night. For a moment, he puzzled over this, looking at Sesshoumaru with knitted brows. Sesshoumaru seemed rigid now, having returned to a very cold, distant state. His voice was withdrawn when he gave Jaken his orders before sweeping from the room without a glance at Juuroumaru.
The moment the door settled back into place and Sesshoumaru's footsteps could be heard treading down the hallway, the toad dropped his fawning manner, turning to scowl at Juuroumaru. "Sesshoumaru-sama, leaving me with his silly pet! What am I, a babysitter now?" Juuroumaru's eyes narrowed and he growled lowly.
The toad's face shot up and he glared at Juuroumaru. "Stupid beast."
Juuroumaru advanced angrily, and Jaken held out his staff. "How dare you threaten me! I can't fathom why Sesshoumaru-sama would keep such a vulgar pet- I imagine you can't even talk- although I suppose it's an improvement from that harpy little Rin…" for a moment, he seemed to sink back into old memories, a frustrated expression on his mottled face.
Juuroumaru narrowed his eyes. "I do speak, and it is you Sesshoumaru doesn't like," (A/N does that sound too intelligent for Juuroumaru?) he said in a low, menacing voice, slightly scratchy from its long dormancy.
The toad's irritated expression became infuriated. "How dare you address Sesshoumaru-sama so casually! And how dare you imply that you are higher then me! I have been serving Sesshoumaru-sama far longer then you have been sharing his bed, you whelp!" he hit Juuroumaru on the head with his staff. Hard.
Juuroumaru snapped. He hissed in pain and launched himself forward at the toad, his poison claw outstretched, meant to kill. The toad quickly jumped to avoid it, conking Juuroumaru soundly on the head again. This only made Juuroumaru more furious. He whirled around, his claws begging to claim the youkai's flesh. Again the toad only just missed Juuroumaru's claws. Propelling himself back, he stood at the far end, gazing shocked into malignant eyes.
Juuroumaru's pupils had dilated to the point where only violet flecks could be seen in the very corners of his eyes. His lip was curled back to reveal small, pointed teeth and snarls continued to ripple from his throat.
The toad looked terrified. "S-sesshoumaru will n-never let you g-get away with this!" his voice had raised about two octaves, "I am his most loyal servant!" he seemed to be winning back his confidence with his own words.
For Juuroumaru however, the words didn't even register. He growled and charged again, much faster then the toad could move out of the way. The toad was suddenly knocked against the wall, an iron fist around his throat as he dangled five feet above the ground.
"Sesshoumaru will-" but far more potent then reason was the intoxicating scent of blood wafting from the toad's exposed throat. Rich blood trickled down his pale hand and he tested his embedded hand, flexing his nails amidst torn tissue. In his hand, a rushing pulse threatened to burst, warm, fragrant blood drenched his hands.
He could feel the toad gasping for air.
Juuroumaru let his nails sink lower into green throat.
A/N- awwww poor Jaken! Not.
