Equal Measure by naqaashi

Prompt: I get a kick out of you

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

A/N and WARNING: This story was written for the July 17  GMDDN, where we used song titles as prompts. It contains gore, filth and...weird, consensual rape. It's not a happy tale. If you cannot handle these themes, please do not read on. ^_^ That said, this is my first attempt at a darkfic, so I'd love to know what you guys think of it!

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Nothing was bleeding…yet.

Sharp blue eyes scanned the pale expanse of skin, mapped with red and blue-black. Nimble toes unerringly picked out the oldest of the lot – yellowing, fading, healing – and delivered a swift kick to the centre.

He winced and concentrated on the splat, splish, tink of his blood. A scream died in his throat, somewhere between larynx and pride.

Splishy, toc, splat.

Splatch, slosh, tick.

Plink, splat, sloosh.

Hm. That last sploosh couldn’t have been good, he mused. Swiftly, he ran through a mental checklist. Splat – large, dotty, natural consequence of splitting skin, rupturing vessels.  Splish and splash and  their associates – drippy, thick, slimy-smooth and lubricative. He remembered his half brother poking around in his nose as a child, eventually digging out a clump of mucous and crusty dirt. The boy had rolled it between his fingertips, his pudgy little face scrunched in fascinated, pleasurable disgust.

Sesshoumaru accepted that he would rather have the slime of blood lining his orifice...it seemed slightly more dignified than snot.

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