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Tasteful Creams Err Tasteful Dreams	By : PhoenixDiamond Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5687 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Three Points To You
Today is Tuesday right? So he needs a new song. Please don't lump the two other sane brothers in the same mash of Sesshomaru's illegal intentions. It's not that you can't compare the three brothers together; it's just that Sesshomaru doesn't want anyone else included in his silly putty made from his love of groping kiddie booties. He wants that pleasure saved just for him. Back to the song selection before that explanation came up didn't really matter to distract you from Sesshomaru needing a new pervert song.
That's what Sesshomaru needed now. A new song to express today's feelings of molesting purposes. Yes people the sexy pedo needed some kind of motivation to grope some illegal asses. He needed a new style to go by. Naraku had burned his Brokeback Mountain soundtrack because certain parts kept being rewind. He was sad about that…but he still had his Chipmunks song. (A CD gift to Koga when he was a little boy but Sesshomaru mugged him for it last week.) Those squeaky voices turn him on; like a cherry on a mountain of ice cream rolling down his tongue.
By the way there's a new schedule to go by now since Sesshomaru made an odd discover today when he went to check on the shop around twelve o clock. It was the most beautiful finding seen in his life. The lovely scene came in the form of the dazzling performance of legs, muscular arms, and firmly squeezable asses with the dimples on the sides clinging to sweaty jersey shorts—you get the point—turned him on enough to open the store two hours early. From now on the store shall be open from twelve to nine. They wouldn't get any customers (the lovable ones with yummy diaper asses) during the first two new hours because they'd still be in school.
Don't worry that's how Sesshomaru wants it. That'd prevent any disturbances during his peep time. But anyway back to his recent discovery.
That's why he was there placing a disc in the store player. He finally found a chipmunk song called 'Gettin' Lucky.' Score three points for him. He could listen to these feminine creatures all day. Now that the most difficult task was taken care of, Sesshomaru could go by the window and watch his fantasies come true without worrying about Naraku tearing him down with premonitions of going to hell.
There. There he was looking all hot, sweaty and utterly squeezeable.
Sesshomaru could see him. The cute little school boy from yesterday he deemed ass worthy to be groped. That long white hair, perky doggy years—those ears will he his—and that supple ass blessed by the highest powers, were all dead ringers. There were a bunch of kids; a whole lot of kids outside on their basketball courts playing, well basketball. But Sesshomaru wasn't playing any mind to that basketball or the freaking game for that matter. Nope those sweaty humanoids against department regulations were what he was aiming for and little Inuyasha was happily participating in the public porn.
By now Sesshomaru had his stone-like face plastered to the window watching the free display of endless bliss. No smile. No grin. No smirk. Nada. He was inwardly excited as a bumble bee but he would not show it. A true pedo never shows his eagerness. It's a skill.
Anyway he caught Inuyasha snatching the ball from another kid favoring all of Sesshomaru's qualities for molestability but still not as sexy as Inuyasha. This was a good game. He could see everything, which made him even gladder he'd purchased this building. He could get a perfect bird's eye view of the athletic porn happening in the school yard.
Just look at all of those delectable sins on legs, just waiting to be stroked and groped and grabbled and molested and any other words associated with illegal touches to a little boy.
Inuyasha stopped playing and was sitting on the bench now—no wait he stood up to get some water from a water boy. Ok now he's sitting on the bench.
Sesshomaru silently growled at the bench and determined that it would never touch his beloved's hinny again. Oh my. Sesshomaru squinted closer noticing some drops of water leaking off the hanyou's lips. "Mmm…" Yes baby, suck that water dry. Sesshomaru had the perfect scenario playing in his mind of how he'd manifest the perfect romance between him and Inuyasha. Yes he could see it playing out in his mind like a dream.
Let the perverted daydream begin….
Inuyasha would be exhausted near the end of a game and ready for some water. By now Sesshomaru would've kicked the water boy (he would molest him too someday) and stole the water bottle to squirt the cold liquid in his baby's mouth. Not a lot of water but enough to make him choke a little. Sesshomaru was a masochist, so Inuyasha would be one too. Moving on.
"I can't win Sesshomaru." Inuyasha whimpered magically making his eyes so cute and adorable. "The other team is just too strong. What are we going to do?"
"Do not fret Inuyasha." This was the best part of the fantasy. "When you win, I shall molest you."
Then those ears would point up like the thing in Sesshomaru's pants. God he was going to lick those ears. "Do you really mean it Sess?" Those big gold eyes would grow bigger. Much bigger.
"Of course."
"Yah!" He'd scream because he was secretly in love with Sesshomaru because that's how Sesshomaru wanted this day dream to be.
That would be the perfect last minute speech to boost Inuyasha's ego and they'd somehow win the game within a ten second lapse even though the score was seventy three to thirty five. The other team was winning but in Sesshomaru's dreams Inuyasha's team would magically win so he could molest him in a French maid's outfit. The kind with frillies and pink lacing. Yes that's nice, Sesshomaru would nod to himself and be satisfied.
Let's end this fantasy….Back to the real world.
Uh-Oh. Inuyasha was bending over to tie his shoes. Oh no don't do that just yet. They hadn't worked up to that part. Well maybe the dreams advancing as a warning for Sesshomaru to step up his imagination. Either way this was the best explicit scene in the history of pedodom Seeing the sweat cling to the hanyou's body and the red flush expression, on his face free of nasty facial hair, added the perfect ingredients to his boyish sexiness. Hm Sesshomaru would love to wipe off that salty sweat with a towel and keep it in his closet to sniff every Monday and Thursday. It would never see the light of day again.
Thank God these were the joys of a pedo. Had it not been for who he was, girlish giggles would fill the empty store that refused to serve anyone until one o clock. No, no two o clock.
But for now he'd just settle back in a chair and watch the fun of those sweaty premature yummies and munch away on his Porn Chips—Err Pork Chips... Nope never mind, the top half of the K was punched in with a claw, leaving a mutilated half K. So now it really does say Porn Chips.
Two whole hours of no customers, free public porn and a bag of Porn Chips. Yum.

Somewhere in the contours of his home, Naraku knocked back his chair and went to stare out the window, watching the puffy white clouds float across the sky. His heart ached so badly he felt he was nearing his end but it was much more complicated than that. Somewhere in his heart he knew the truth. The twisted horrid truth that was tearing his soul into so many pieces.
He knew this feeling all too well and knew it could never be false or deter him from the harsh reality of it all. He knew in the deepest pits of his heart… "We're losing money." Damn you Sesshomaru.

Today was the day. The day he'd be looked upon as the ever cool guy who got to ride in a smooth car with a college student. This would change his whole way of life in school and then every single person would look up to him and know him as the guy who got to ride in a car with a cool college student who happened to want to hump him but it was all in the price of riding a sweet car. Sacrifices, sacrifices.
The only problem is he had exactly two minutes left before the last bell rung to release him from this cramped class room and from the leering eyes of his perverted teacher Miroku Housei. Mr. Housei always made some type of excuse as to make Inuyasha stay after class about something or another. This guy was also a child loving magnet and he could give three shades of a dandelion who knew. Boys, girls, young, younger, and going lower to age twelve he didn't care.
Riiiiiiinggggg. Riiiiiiingggg. Thank the holy one above, he was saved by the bell. Inuyasha gathered all of his stuff and made a quick run for the door. He knocked over a smaller boy and his hip slammed into the side of a desk (by the way that hurt like hell) but who cared when you were worried for your body?
Almost there, almost there, almost there—"Inuyasha I need to have a word with you before you go."
Busted. "Yes sir." Inuyasha dropped his head and shuffled back to the teacher, who thought sitting on the edge of his desk would make him look sexy.
Mr. Housei crossed his legs at the thigh and braced his hands behind him as he lifted an eyebrow. Damn he was too sexy for everything. "I've become quite concerned with your lack of attention in this class room." Said the model posing teacher.
Inuyasha hiked up his back pack. "Whatta did I do now?"
By the strokes of the weird forces, Miroku's hand recovered a large vanilla folder from behind him—mind you he has no pockets so how the hell it got there was beyond the natural theories of science. "Your lack of care for your grades shows a building need for disciplinary actions in the near future. Here you made a A- on your Biology quiz. Oh and Mr. Toshi told me about the B+ you made on his chapter nine test for Algebraic Connections."
Sooooo what the fuck was the problem? "I'm passing right?"
The folder snapped shut. "Yes but there's still room for improvement. That's why I've set you up on tutoring sessions after school for an hour."
"Sorry but I gotta ask my Mom if its ok—"
"Already taken care of my boy." Miroku cut off excitedly. "Your Mother says if you need to stay two, three, or four hours, she'd gladly give the permission needed."
Thank you Mother, said Inuyasha's inner sarcasm. "Yes sir." Inuyasha took that chance to hurry out before anything else could be said not even noticing that his fast flexing ass cheeks were rotating like clockwork for a certain teacher. Miroku sighed happily and flopped backwards on his desk, accidentally knocking himself unconscious when his head connected to the corner of his desk. No he's not dead…Oh well.

Inuyasha couldn't get down the stairs fast enough. He nearly tripped twice, had to grab the railing to make sure he didn't die and jumped the last five stairs running straight for the street. Where was that bastard? Oh there he is. Can't miss that nice ass car. It'd better be him.
Inuyasha made a record sprint for the bright red corvette with black rims and a sleek shine blinding him the closer he got. As soon as he reached the door he yanked it open and hoped inside. "Drive!"
Sesshomaru looked at him, wondering how the gropeable boy knew this was his car and shrugged it off. "What's the problem?"
"Drive now, talk later!" Inuyasha snapped on his seatbelt, while nervously looking out the black tinted window to make sure Mr. Housei wouldn't come out to make a last minute look at his ass. That happened two days ago. "I can't stand that guy."
"Who?"
"DRIVE!"
Sesshomaru geared up the car into super drive, whipped it around in a U and ended up at the shop within two minutes. Remember the school's right across the street, so there's no need for a long detour.
Inuyasha sighed and wiped his brow. "Safe. Damn I thought I'd never get outta there."
"What's wrong?"
"Tsk, it's my teacher Mr. Miroku Housei. He likes to look at my ass and told me once he'd give me extra credit if I jiggled it a little." Inuyasha sunk in his seat. "I think he's gay."
Ya think?
Sesshomaru lowered his banes over his eyes silently cursing that damn teacher's luck. He wanted to look at Inuyasha's ass jiggle too. Oh well he'd do it someday. "Do you want to stay in the shop or go home?" Wait home? Inuyasha's home? "Nevermind, what's your address?"
Inuyasha blinked out the tinted window when he noticed that they were indeed in front of the shop and shrugged. "Sure, I'll just go home. I live on 11289 Corner Drive off of Ziegler and Bowden."
Information safely memorized and secured in Sesshomaru's mind, never be forgotten. Thank you God, Buddha, Inari, myself, and Venus for being up there. Sesshomaru pulled off in the direction given, ignoring Koga's calls that he wasn't supposed to be off duty this early to be driving a kid. If anyone was interested, you could see the youngest brother waving his fist in the air running down the sidewalk screaming, "I'm gonna tell Naraku!" By then he'd given up, slumped his shoulders and walked back to the shop in tears.
"Oh yea, could you start picking me up at three forty five now? I have to stay after school with my teacher for study practice."
Damn, score three points for the teacher. "Of course." Sesshomaru would just wait outside anyway to look at the other boys as appetizers before the main course came. "Are you worried?"
"Nah, I just don't like him looking at my ass and stuff. I think he's gay."
Ya think?
Sesshomaru clapped his hand on Inuyasha's leg and gradually inched up until he was beyond the comfort zone. "Do not worry yourself Puppy. It'll be fine. Just don't give him the time of day," make sure your ass is only seen by me, "and everything will be alright." Gods he was so close to that mini penis he couldn't stand it.
"Yea ok." Inuyasha smiled and relaxed. Sesshomaru was such a great guy.

Amazingly Sesshomaru made it back to the shop as innocent and stone faced as he was any other day and walked in to handle his share of the duties.
Naraku was behind the counter wiping off another milkshake glass in front of a little pink eyed and haired bird demon child who was lacking numbers one, ten and eleven from Sesshomaru's molestable qualities list. "Naraku."
"Yes?"
"Get it out of here." The it referring to the innocent five year old little demon girl licking a small ice cream cone.
"No Sesshomaru."
Touché. Wow how does he do that? Naraku always knows what to say to win an argument.
"By the way Sesshomaru if you have to leave here to commit a disgusting crime against morals, make sure to use your own vehicle instead of mine." Naraku replaced the polished glass to shine off an ice cream bowl. "I don't want the police putting fingerprint powder on my car."
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes. "How did you know I went to pick up Inuyasha?"
Pause, for extra effect. "…Charlotte told me."
Somewhere in the deepest corner of the shop, a tiny web in plain view displayed the honest truth of his crime written in the most accusable method…
A tiny sized arrow pointing right across the street with his name attached to it….
Touché. Three points for Charlotte.

TBC: Wow Charlotte's a snitch. I hope this could bring another laugh to your day. ^_^
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