InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shimoyake ❯ Shimoyake ( Chapter 1 )

“Inuyasha . . . come here,” the cool voice demanded, sending shivers running down his spine. “I want you to stand before me.”

 

“But . . .”

 

“No buts. Just do as I tell you. Now . . . come. Stand before me.”

 

The tone, gentle as it was, told him it would not be a wise idea to disobey. Pleasure was promised in that tone . . . and so was pain. He and pain didn't exactly get along.

 

Of their own accord, his feet padded across the floor, barely making a sound as he went. A tall, pale shadowy figure sat, lotus-style, against the far wall of the darkened room, waiting. Bright eyes gleamed at him, lust filling those shimmering orbs. He shivered again, in fear and in anticipation. That he knew what this person wanted from him chilled him. He could taste, literally taste, the desire and the arousal in the air.

 

“Yes. That's it,” the voice purred. “Come to me. I wish to see you . . . all of you.”

 

Inuyasha licked his lips in nervous anticipation. The person in the room was male. Of that, he had no doubts . . . just as he knew that they were the only ones in this room. He should have turned away, or at least attempted to. The eyes and that voice, however, had drained his will to fight. He wanted to know what this person intended to do to him.

 

“Stop,” the voice commanded the moment he was an arm length away. Eyes scrutinized him, even from behind though the figure never moved. His trembling increased in the silence that followed. Then something tugged on his hair and brushed against his skin, cleaning him.

 

“This won't do at all,” came the gentle chiding. “Hair messy . . . filthy . . . definitely won't do at all.”

 

In minutes, his hair had been completely brushed and pulled back, his skin cleaned. The bright eyes gleamed a smile at him.

 

“Much better,” came the seductive purr. A cool hand caressed his cheek as the other snaked its way into his kimono. Inuyasha gasped sharply as fingers teased a nipple, chilling his skin yet setting his blood on fire.

 

“Responsive,” the voice chuckled as the unknown male continued his ministrations. “That's good. That's very good. But I'm not content with this, Inuyasha. I wish to see more. Show it to me.”

 

Slowly, Inuyasha removed his upper clothing to reveal his well-toned chest. He'd started to untie his hakama when chilled fingers grabbed his wrists.

 

“No,” the male stated. “Allow me to do this.”

 

Cool fingers wriggled their way into his hakama, dancing across his flesh and kneading already highly sensitized areas. Inuyasha whimpered and moaned. His knees were starting to feel weak but he didn't dare allow himself to collapse. He had no idea as to how his sexual tormentor would take it.

 

Instead, Inuyasha rested his hands on the other male's shoulders and leaned closer. Two hands grasped his manhood and its attachments, squeezing, caressing, and teasing. A hot and wet mouth latched onto one of his nipples and began to suck on it, the tongue of the other male swirling around it and teasing it into a painfully hardened state. Inuyasha moaned again, the stimulation overriding any remaining coherent thoughts.

 

“Lay down, Inuyasha,” the other male whispered huskily, one hand now stroking his hardened length. “I want access to you. All of you.”

 

Inuyasha lowered himself to his knees then eased onto his back, his legs spreading. With only one hand, the unknown male removed his hakama, the other hand working the entire length of his painfully hardened member. Cool air caressed his bare flesh, and he shivered. The slightly warm skin of his partner pressed against his.

 

“This . . . will be how I know you, Inuyasha,” came the soft words. “Never forget that as you journey for, when I see you, I shall not hesitate to take you as hard as I can. I'm waiting.”

 

Fangs grazed against his throat as his partner kissed, licked, and sucked on the sensitive junction between his neck and shoulder . . .

 

* * *

 

Inuyasha opened his eyes to see hints of light in the east. He trembled, chilled yet sweaty from his dream. It felt like he'd been kissing Death himself.

 

“Who are you?” he whispered as the sun peeked out over the trees.

 

* * *

 

Several weeks had passed since Inuyasha had had that dream, and, every time he fell asleep, he hoped it would continue. His friends had noticed the change in him, how he had become considerably quiet and less brash, but he ignored their questioning stares. He didn't think it was wise to tell them, especially Kagome, that he was hoping to see some secretive male lover in his dreams. But the dream never continued, despite his attempts to get it to do so.

 

`Maybe I'm losing my mind,' he thought idly as he observed a butterfly lazily weaving its way into the branches of a nearby tree. `I have to be. Otherwise I'd be wanting to dream about Kagome and not that guy.'

 

Above the small group, the sun shone brightly. The air had become warm and smelled of wolf, specifically Kouga's tribe. However, the scent of wolf didn't bother Inuyasha. Not this time. He felt relaxed, if anything.

 

“I sense the sacred jewel approaching,” Kagome stated, brining Inuyasha's thoughts to the ground and causing the group to come to a halt. He took a light sniff then shrugged.

 

“Kouga.”

 

Everyone glanced sharply at him, their expressions shocked and concerned. Inuyasha just shrugged again. For once, he had no desire to fight the wolf leader so he didn't see the point of starting one.

 

“Inuyasha, are you all right?” Kagome inquired, moving towards him. “You're not acting like yourself.”

 

“I'm fine.”

 

“You sure?” she frowned, still walking towards him. “I mean, this is Kouga . . . your rival . . . the one you keep fighting with every chance you get.”

 

“I'm fine,” he repeated, irritation lacing his tone for the first time in weeks. “Just drop it, okay?”

 

“But . . .”

 

“I said I'm fine,” he snapped. “Just drop it!”

 

Her face contorted in anger but, before she could `sit' him, Kouga appeared in front of her. As usual, he took her hands into his, and started to profess his undying love for her and how it was always a pleasure to see her. And, as usual, Kagome gently rebuffed him, a huge, embarrassed smile on her face.

 

Inuyasha shook his head. Normally, such a display pissed him off and he wanted to pound the wolf into the ground for even touching the young miko. This time, however, he was very grateful for Kouga's interference. It had saved him from being “sat” for not wanting to fight the wolf and not wanting to tell her why. When everyone's eyes were on Kagome and Kouga, Inuyasha slipped quietly into the forest.

 

* * *

 

Inuyasha drew a deep breath then let it out. It had been a few hours since he had left his friends and it had been a relaxing few hours. He'd found a hot spring and had taken a nice, long soak, even cleaning his clothes out. Inuyasha had also managed to brush his hair our and had it pulled up. He'd spent the rest of his time wandering around the area and basking in the afternoon warmth.

 

`I better get back,' he mused. `They're probably worried about me . . . and knowing Kagome, she's probably upset, too.'

 

With that in mind, he turned in the direction he had left everyone in and sniffed the air to make sure they were still close by. He started to move in their direction when he happened to pass by a cave. A cool wind came out to greet him, familiar fingers caressing his skin.

 

“Inuyasha . . .”

 

He froze then turned in the direction he had heard the voice. His member twitched and started to harden. The cave beckoned to him.

 

His mouth dry, Inuyasha moved towards it as invisible hands continued to caress and fondle him. He shivered in delight as his bare feet his the hard, earthen floor.

 

“Come closer, Inuyasha . . . I wish to see you . . . all of you.”

 

“Coming . . .”

 

He continued on his way, his shaft now fully hardened. The hands seemed to touch bare flesh, though he still had his clothes on. His haori and kimono loosened but his hands remained at his sides. The clothing then dropped over his shoulders, hitting the ground without a second thought.

 

“That's better,” the voice purred. “You're almost there. You know what I want you to do when you get there.”

 

The ties to his hakama loosened, allowing the red fabric to fall to his knees. He paused to let them drop to his ankles, stepping out of them as they did so. Cool, damp air caressed him, causing him to shiver as he continued to head deeper into the cave until it suddenly widened out into a large, rather opulent cavern. As he entered it, he glanced around quickly.

 

Along the walls were lit torches, causing the walls to gleam silver, and on the cavern floor were the fur pelts from a wide variety of animals. A stone shelf held clay jars and wooden vials. The room itself, however, was empty. He whined slightly in distress.

 

“Don't worry, my sweet one,” came the whisper as something slick - it felt like a finger - immediately penetrated his entrance. “Continue on . . . to the center . . .”

 

His body trembling at the intrusion, Inuyasha did as he was commanded to do. Once in the center, he dropped to his hands and knees, lowering his head to the ground and spreading his legs.

 

“You remembered,” the male chuckled, materializing behind him. “That's good. That's very good.”

 

The finger pulled out, only to be replaced by the tip of the other male's member. Inuyasha flattened his ears against his head as it pressed against his entrance. It had not been prepared for the intrusion but then Inuyasha didn't want it to be. Preparation would only prolong the painfulness of his own hardened shaft.

 

Without warning, the other male's engorged organ rammed into him, sending a thousand painful jolts up Inuyasha's spine and the hanyou shuddered. He didn't even wait for Inuyasha to adjust. Hands on his hips, his partner began thrusting at an unbelievably frantic pace. Blood trickled down his legs and began to lubricate his opening. The other male had somehow known where his sweet spot was located for he'd been hitting it since he'd penetrated the hanyou. Waves of hot and cold pleasure surged through him, heightened by the pain of each thrust.

 

Inuyasha moaned, white spots flashing in front of his eyes. He spread his legs even further and backed up, whimpering for more contact. His hips bucked up to meet the grinding action of his partner. He whimpered and moaned as the heated member tore through him, injuring him in places Inuyasha didn't even know existed. Hands grasped his hips tighter as his new lover rammed deeply into him one final time, the male's essence filling him. After a couple more thrusts, his partner let go of his hips and draped himself over Inuyasha's heated body.

 

“Forgive me, koi,” he whispered, planting kisses along Inuyasha's shoulders. “I've been neglecting you.”

 

He started to move and withdraw himself from where his shaft had nestled itself in Inuyasha's warmth. In spite of his powerful release, his partner's organ had remained stiff and hard. Inuyasha squirmed and whined in distress once more, trying to keep the male connected to him.

 

“No,” he whimpered. “Want you . . . . in me . . . please . . . Again. Take me again . . .”

 

“Again?”

 

“Please,” he panted.

 

“I see . . .”

 

One hand took a hold of his length, a set of claws dancing along already pained flesh. Inuyasha's breathing came in short, shallow gasps as his hips thrust in the rhythm his partner was setting. A single tug caused his eyes to roll back into his head, his release triggered. Hips started to grind against his ass once more.

 

“Spread your legs all the way, Inuyasha,” his partner commanded. “And lower yourself to the ground.”

 

Inuyasha did as he was told, noting with great pleasure the male followed him, never severing their contact. As soon as he was laying flat on his stomach, his lover's body draped over him once more, the male's shaft withdrawing until only the tip remained. Then it plunged, fast and furious, into his depths once more . . .

* * *

 

Inuyasha moaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. Pain shot through his spine as he stirred a little, and the scent of his blood and his essence, mingled with another's, greeted his nose. His excursions with that nameless male came back to him and he shuddered. If Kagome ever found about that, she'd do more than just “sit” him into oblivion. She'd send him to hell and back with that command.

 

“Something the matter, koi?”

 

Inuyasha raised his head to see a wealth of turquoise hair and pale grey eyes gazing at him. His senses told him that it was a youkai hovering over him but the male was unlike any he had ever come across. The male spoke before he could answer.

 

“I know. You're worried about what that strange priestess will do to you if she were to find out about us, ne?”

 

“Hai,” Inuyasha nodded. Normally, he would have adopted a cocky and arrogant attitude with this youkai but, considering this male had pretty much fucked him senseless . . .

 

“Don't worry, koi,” the male soothed, kneeling next to him so he could stroke his cheek. “There isn't much she can do about it. I chose you and you came when I called for you. It doesn't always happen that way.”

 

“You chose . . . me?” Inuyasha blinked.

 

“Hai,” he smiled. “That I did.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Shhh . . . all in good time, koi. All in good time.”

 

The hand petting his cheek chose to travel lower at that moment, and Inuyasha closed his eyes, whimpering. He felt the youkai's desires radiating off him in waves, and they were triggering his own need.

 

Ignoring the sharp, splitting pain in his lower back, the hanyou pushed himself up and caught his “captor” in a kiss. Arms slid around his waist and pulled him into his partner's lap. His legs were spread so that he straddled the grey-eyed male's lap. The tip of an already hard shaft pressed against his sore opening, but his partner made no move to enter. Inuyasha growled his frustration.

 

“So willing,” the male murmured into his neck. “This will be the last time . . . for a while.”

 

He lowered Inuyasha on to his back then raised the hanyou's legs so that they rested on his shoulders. Inuyasha arched his back as his lover's member impaled him, going deeper than the previous times. Then it withdrew and drove into him again.

 

“You wish to please me, Inuyasha?”

 

“Hai,” he answered without hesitation. His entire body trembled from the pain . . . and from the pleasure.

 

“Even though I've caused you pain?”

 

“Hai.”

 

Inuyasha held his breath as he waited for his lover's response. Then his partner's hips gyrated against his groin, setting all of his senses on fire.

 

“So be it. Let you know no other lover than me unless I say otherwise. There is no severing our connection. You . . . are mine.”

 

Hands grasped his ass, lips seared his flesh with an iciness he'd never known before, and he spread his legs as far as they would go. His lover's breathing became heavier as his thrusts started out slow then working into a frenzied, almost desperate pace, the organ inside of him expanding with each passing moment. Without warning, the youkai withdrew from him completely, causing Inuyasha to whimper in protest.

 

“Turn . . . around,” came the pant. “We'll . . . finish this . . . the . . . right way.”

 

Inuyasha quickly scrambled to get on to all fours, his entire body flushed. Why he was enjoying being the bitch, he didn't know and didn't care. He just wanted that length back in him and fucking him senseless once more.

 

He'd just barely gotten into position when his partner slammed his impossibly huge length back in, violently holding onto his hips. Dark spots flashed before Inuyasha as every harsh thrust stole his breath, the second thrust having triggered his own release. A fifth thrust triggered yet another release from Inuyasha. Finally, after about the seventh or eighth thrust, his lover's violent release had been triggered, and it filled Inuyasha completely, causing his entire body to tremble. Strong arms pulled him so that he rested against the strange youkai. Inuyasha sagged against the male.

 

“Sleep, koi,” the male commanded. “Sleep now. I'll be gone when you awaken but my absence will only be for a short while.

 

Inuyasha's eyes drooped, too tired to even be alarmed . . .

 

* * *

 

Muso-ka felt the young body next to his relax completely. He waited for a few moments before thrusting into the hanyou several more times, his essence entering the boy with each thrust. Finally, his member had been sated, and it deflated after the final release.

 

Carefully, he lowered Inuyasha to the ground then set about cleaning the hanyou's entrance with his tongue. The cleaning served two purposes - to remove his scent from that area and to help it heal, and to seal his seed inside the half-breed.

 

When he was satisfied with his work, Muso-ka washed Inuyasha from head to toe then stretched him out on the ground. From one of the clay pots he removed a tiny crystal then placed it on the hanyou's belly. Within moments, it had burned its way into his lover, though Inuyasha never made a sound. Satisfied that his fragment of the sacred jewel was safe and wouldn't be detected, the ice youkai smiled and kissed the youth's forehead.

 

“Keep that safe for me, koi. Until we meet again.”