Project Cup Of Sex
Cup #2: Sesshoumaru (InuYasha) x Voden (BeastMaster)
Author: scheherezhad
Rating: hard R
Disclaimer: Don't own, not making any money, please don't sue.
Author's notes: For Trinity and April again, and anyone entranced by pale, pale boys having yummy smex. Please send complaints to the Box of Sex, c/o Too Bad So Sad Enterprises, 666 Suck It Up You Whiny Baby Road, ATU, Hell 66666.
Feedback: Yes, please. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

They were at an impasse. It had been at least an hour since they'd arrived in their black-walled prison, and both of them were simply standing, arms—or arm, as the case may be—folded before them, watching each other coolly.

The silence finally started to grate on Voden's nerves.

"You only have one arm," he finally said spitefully.

"You're a mere human," the white-haired man replied flatly.

"I'm a king."

"I could kill you before you draw your next breath."

Voden suddenly found the other man against his back and a sword at his throat. He looked down at the blade nervously. "Well. I believe I'm beginning to see your point, ah...what shall I call such a formidable opponent as yourself?"

"I am Sesshoumaru."

"A strong name for a strong warrior." The sword pressed a little harder, and he flattened himself against Sesshoumaru. "What might I offer you to let us reach a...truce? I have weapons, money, vast lands, women...men. Anything you so desire—"

"Quiet." Sesshoumaru trailed his sword down Voden's chest, slicing away the buttons of his shirt. "I trust you can do the rest yourself."

With one eye on Sesshoumaru's blade, Voden removed the rest of his clothing. When he finished, Sesshoumaru moved in front of him. He sheathed his sword and spun Voden to face the black wall. The young king threw his hands up just in time to keep from cracking his head against it.

Sesshoumaru kicked his legs apart. His hand lifted momentarily from Voden's shoulder and returned, slick, in a more intimate location. Despite his harsh manner, there was little pain. Voden braced himself as the hand was replaced with Sesshoumaru's erection.

His thrusts were deep and steady, rocking Voden with their force. He felt every brush of Sesshoumaru's clothing against his skin, every strand of hair that clung to him. Silk, all of it.

When that violent, gentle hand crept down to stroke his cock, Voden was entranced by the whiteness. Both of them were pale, almost translucent against the unrelieved black of their prison. He watched and trembled.

Time blurred until it felt like they'd been there forever, white flesh pressed together in darkness, seeking the base pleasure of raw sex.

Orgasm rocked him. He stared down at himself as it happened as if he had never seen his own body. Sesshoumaru thrust harder and came moments later. Voden slumped to the floor in exhaustion. He barely felt his jacket covering him like a blanket before he fell asleep.