InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ New Playmate ❯ Pleasurable Conclusions ( Chapter 9 )

His stomach clenched, fisted, his breathing coming in raged breaths, his trembling fingers fumbled with the button, tugging at the tipper, yanking his pants open.

 

`His' hands, he thought as he reached down, they where `his' hands, not his own. His fingers tangled in the black patch, his muscles, toned and firm, quivered. The heat poured off him in waves, his hips surged up, demanding more. In his mind he could see Inuyasha clearly, naked and sweaty and writhing beneath him, linking his arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

 

Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth he bit down to muffle the soft cries escaping as he pushed himself to the edge. His mind shut off, his vision went red then pulsed. The fist in his belly tightened, tightened, then flew open again in release. He nearly bent in half, the tension within him dissipating as he coated his hand and a good patch of earth.

 

Kouga nearly had his breath back, figured he's have use of his legs soon enough. Every hard-earned muscle trembled, unable to support his body as if they had been liquefied.

 

His insistent need had left him, he should feel relieved yet he felt grimy, and it wasn't just the sweat or the humid summer night's air. He was lusting after another guy, that much he could get over, but someone so sweet, so naïve. Kami it felt like he wanted to bed a small child, despite the boy's obvious maturity, and that sickened him. Did the puppy even know what he did to people?

 

As before his mind turned back to others like himself, those that wouldn't have stopped wouldn't have been satisfied with his alternative. People who wouldn't have cared if Inuyasha refused. No, he couldn't let that happen, no one was going to touch the hanyou.

 

He realized it sounded a bit sore, an “If I can't have him, nobody can” viewpoint, but he didn't care. Somebody had to protect the guy, and it was obvious those with him couldn't. Hell they practically did it in the same room as Naraku, he could have raped Inuyasha and the kumo would have just kept on sleeping.

 

No, he would have to be the one to watch, to guard, to protect. He couldn't let anyone take advantage of his puppy.

 

He remembered the vulnerable ningen back at the bunkhouse, waves of black silk pouring around them both as he endured Kouga's attentions, trying to break free, so scared.

 

Kouga swore when he felt the shift in his pants, clamping down on those thoughts he turned to leave. It scared him a bit to think the one he had to really keep an eye on, was himself. He knew he'd be spending a lot of time out in the woods at night.

 

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Sorry it took so long and sorry it's so short. Want to know why I haven't updated in forever? Yeah well I kind of got into a bit of a crash on my bike, going under the speed limit mind you, and left some skin of the rode. What isn't red and raw from the abrasions is purple and green from the bruises.

 

You should all know, and if you don't you will, about my scorn of any and all painkillers that dulls your senses, but after two days of feeling like my right side got rubbed against a cheese grader I caved and took the damn meds. Knocked me out a while, a little foggy in the brain, which was major uncomfortable. I was forgetting where I put my pants when they were on my goddamn hips! The doc says I'm lucky I wear a full face helmet or I might have lost half my face. Unfortunately I was wearing my favorite helmet and cracked the thing. Also I'm supposed to feel lucky I didn't dislocate my shoulder on impact. Stupid damn rode. Wonder how much of my hide is still stuck to the pavement or if it's already been distributed to hundreds of lucky tires already.

 

Yeah, go out and find some pieces of shredded Rin stuck to your rubber, that's a nice thought.

 

Anyway I figured since I'm not as doped up on meds as I've been this past week I could squeeze out something for you all. Seriously I did not want to do the scene with Kouga, just start everything up in the morning, but hey, it's your treat for waiting on my useless ass to stop griping about my broken bike and write. Also if I take too long in the future, like a week or two, without telling you all feel free to email me and boot my ass. Honestly I have it listed for a reason, just because my arm screams in agony every time I type doesn't mean I'm not going to be writing every chance I get. As Lord Byron (I heart him so!) once said. “If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.”

 

He also wrote “If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.” But alas I cannot always keep my nose in a book, so yeah.

 

Be happy, feel special, leave a wonderful review, and blah blah blah. Just tell me if my doped up brain thinks this came out better than it did.