InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sparkle ❯ Chapter 2 - A Strong Desire ( Chapter 2 )

Inuyasha stumbled past the gate of the apartment complex, his breathing shallow and somewhat uneven. His entire backside burned and his chest and sides stung as the wounds there began the healing process. He felt extremely shaky, both physically and emotionally, especially after what had happened between Kagawaki and himself . . .

 

`I don't even want to think about it anymore,' he shook his head, making his way to the bus stop. `I just want to go home and take a nice hot shower.'

 

Kagawaki, he had noted, had been insatiable in his desires. Inuyasha had lain on his back for the first five times and had pretty much allowed the dark-haired man to drive deeply into him. The man had also kissed him constantly, from his jawline to his nipples all the way down to his belly, even going so far as to take Inuyasha into his own mouth . . . twice. Then Kagawaki had wanted Inuyasha to do the same thing, which he managed to oblige the man at least three times. After that, Inuyasha had been on all fours and Kagawaki mounted on top him as if they were two dogs in heat. By the time the man had been satisfied, the sun had started to creep up in the horizon and Inuyasha had to get home. He barely noticed the bite marks and scratches as he dressed then left the apartment.

 

`At least he said it was going to be one time only. I don't think I could handle another round with him.'

 

Idly, he rubbed his sides, the healing wounds starting to itch . . .

 

* * *

 

Naraku smiled as he watched as the silver-haired singer made his way down the street to the nearest bus stop. The hanyou had been absolutely unbelievable in the sack, and he'd been a virgin! Inuyasha had confessed as much after the first time he'd taken him. No time for dating, the hanyou had said. His music was far more important than any relationship with some girl.

 

`How did I get so lucky?' he mused to himself, tearing his form away from the window to go into the bathroom. `Better yet, how can I get lucky with that boy again? He was quite . . . delicious.'

 

He blinked then shook his head.

 

`No. I mustn't think like that. It has to be a one-time thing only. He's going to be a client. I must keep my hands to myself . . .'

 

Naraku let out a soft sigh. It was going to prove tricky - he already wanted to bury himself deeply into Inuyasha's ass once more and just fuck away - but he had to refrain from touching the hanyou again. He'd given the hanyou a promise, after all.

 

`I have the memory of last night to keep me satisfied,' he thought. `That'll be enough . . . yes. It'll be enough.'

 

He slipped out of his robe and into the shower. Today was going to be a very busy day. He had appointments to arrange and rearrange, his wife and her sisters to keep appeased, and, most importantly, a promotional pitch he needed to think up. For he had no doubts . . . he'd be taking on Hideki as a band. No doubts at all.

 

* * *

 

He squeezed his eyes shut, his breath hitching into his chest. The passage that held his cock captive was hot, moist, tight, and somewhat resisting against his intrusion. A gasp then a moan escaped his partner, causing his organ to harden even more. It had already reached a painful peak but to have something so tight wrapped around it once more . . . it had not known such a thing still existed!

 

For a moment, that's how the two lovers remained, the one sheathed deeply within the other, their bodies pressed together and still, waiting. Then the need to move, the need to slide in and out of that passage made itself known. With his fingers digging into his partner's side, he withdrew partway . . .

 

Only to slam back in. The tight walls of his lover's passage squeezed around his member as he thrust into that hot body over and over again. His entire body had become inflamed and trembled as pleasure coursed throughout him. All of his senses came alive and were heightened to their fullest as his body maintained its contact with the other male's body. The scent of their sex greeted his nostrils, causing his belly to tighten with each passing second.

 

“Oh, Kami,” he breathed. “Inuyasha . . .”

 

His vision went blank as he began to thrust harder and faster, triggering his lover's release and then his own searing one . . .

 

* * *

 

Naraku's eyes flew open and he bolted forward in his bed, panting. His entire body had become drenched in sweat and his cock throbbed with a raging unwarranted need. Next to him, his wife slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of his horniness. He cast her a quick glance as he slipped out of their bed and made his way to the shower.

 

It had been three weeks since he had met Inuyasha Takera. It had been three weeks since he had fucked the boy senseless and it had been three weeks since he had touched the lithe hanyou. Something his mind and his body had been screaming at him for the duration of that time. Of course, he had taken Hideki under his wing and he saw the band every day, including Inuyasha.

 

`This has got to stop,' he told himself, turning on the cold water to the shower and stepping in. `I've had more cold showers in these last few weeks than most men have in their entire lives!'

 

As the cold water poured over him, his mind wandered back to the lead vocalist of his newest band. Everything between them had remained on a professional level. If it hadn't been for his dreams at night, even he would have sworn that they'd never had sex together. Inuyasha never shied away from him, never flinched if he clasped his shoulder, never gazed accusingly at him or in shame . . . never betrayed any details about that night. The hanyou had become as cool as ice in the past few weeks, always doing his best to make sure the band made it to their practice sessions. Which was a good thing, in Naraku's opinion, because they'd be going into the studio soon to cut an album. After the first couple of club shows, the group had started to sell out and had begun to open for a few popular acts. With Hideki's tentative success but still no label, Naraku had felt it was time to cut the album. He'd worry about the record label and distributing later . . . if only he could get Inuyasha off his mind.

 

`I'm going to have to talk to him . . . get him back to my penthouse again . . . maybe if I have him one more time, the dreams will stop.'

 

* * *

 

Inuyasha stared blankly as the sun crested the building tops then let out a heavy sigh. Another sunrise, another day had come, and another sleepless night had passed . . . as things had been going since that night in Kagawaki's penthouse suite.

 

`I need to get some sleep. I can't keep going like this.'

 

Tearing his gaze from the cityscape, Inuyasha let out another heavy sigh and made his way to the bathroom. For some reason, he felt . . . sticky. Not dirty or filthy. Just . . . sticky. And no matter how often he bathed, the stickiness seemed to stay with him. He just wanted to be rid of it.

 

But something else had been triggered after that night, something Inuyasha couldn't quite identify. He felt the need for something. He stayed up into the late hours of the night trying to figure it out. He couldn't sleep until he did. Fortunately for him, it hadn't affected his ability to concentrate or to work on his music. If anything, it had improved his style. His bandmates had been impressed and had wanted to know what had gotten into him.

 

`Man, they'd die if I told them our manager,' he thought wryly, grabbing some towels and his bathing supplies. `Then they'd think I've really lost my mind.'

 

Inuyasha had just started to turn on the hot water when he heard someone knocking on the door. Frowning and wondering who would be at his place this early in the morning, Inuyasha rose to his feet, making his way to the front door.

 

* * *

 

Naraku took a deep breath then waited patiently after knocking on Inuyasha's door. He really didn't think the hanyou was up this early, but he'd decided to take a chance anyway. If he didn't answer, well . . . Naraku would just wait until he saw him later that day.

 

`It isn't like this is urgent anyway,' the crimson-eyed man reasoned. `It's just for another quick fuck. That's all.'

 

The lock sliding out of place caught his attention and the door opened partway to reveal a confused-looking Inuyasha wearing an elegant black, silver and gold silk robe. Naraku quickly hid his surprise, and his pleasure, at the hanyou being up this early.

 

“Kagawaki-san,” the singer murmured, stepping to the side to allow him entry. “What can I do for you?”

 

`Plenty, especially once you're on your hands and knees, begging for me to fuck you harder,' Naraku's mind replied but he kept his expression schooled. He had no idea as to how Inuyasha would react to his request so he didn't want to give anything away just yet.

 

“Well, I was heading for the office when I thought I'd stop by and talk to you,” he began. “See how you're doing. You've been looking a little exhausted lately.”

 

Not that he'd really noticed it before but Naraku could clearly see the hints of dark circles forming under the hanyou's eyes. The door closed behind him.

 

`And it's just given me a somewhat plausible excuse to be here.'

 

“Oh,” the hanyou shook his head dismissively. “I'm fine. Just a little insomnia. That's all.”

 

“I see . . . do you need to take the day off? You know . . . to get a little rest? You have been working very hard these last few weeks. It won't hurt anything if you do.”

 

“I'm fine,” Inuyasha replied, smiling wanly. “It's just a little insomnia. Nothing to worry about.”

 

“All right . . . as long as you're sure . . .”

 

“Hai. I am.”

 

“Good.” Naraku gazed at him in a scrutinizing manner. He had to be sure that the hanyou would be able to perform what he wanted and when he wanted.

 

“Can I get you anything, Kagawaki-san? Something to drink, perhaps?”

 

“Some orange juice would be nice.”

 

The silver-haired singer nodded then padded into the kitchen. Naraku's eyes followed him, his gaze resting on the hanyou's ass. Oh, how he wanted to be buried in it once more!

 

`Patience,' he told himself. `All in good time. Besides, he'll be worth waiting for. Just need to keep it cool for a little while longer.'

As he waited for Inuyasha to return with the glass of juice that he didn't really want, an idea came to him. An idea for him to linger a little while longer in Inuyasha's apartment. The hanyou came out of the kitchen, a small glass of juice in hand.

 

“Here you go, Kagawaki-san.”

 

“Arigato, Takera-san,” he bowed slightly, taking the proffered glass. “I appreciate it, and I was thinking . . . since I'm here, how about I give you a ride to the recording studio? That way you don't have to worry about trying to get your instrument onto the bus or about getting there on time.”

 

“You'd take me there?” The ears on top of Inuyasha's head perked. Naraku hid a smile at that. Those ears were absolutely adorable. He had to feel them once more.

 

“Hai,” he nodded. “I would.”

 

“That'd be great,” the hanyou breathed then bowed. “Arigato, Kagawaki-san.”

 

“Don't mention it, Inuyasha.”

 

“I'll go get ready real quick . . .”

 

The singer started to breeze by him. It was now or never for Naraku. He grasped Inuyasha's arm, halting his progress to another area of the apartment. Golden eyes gazed up at him in confusion.

 

“Kagawaki-san?”

 

“There is another reason as to why I'm here, Inuyasha,” Naraku murmured, pulling the hanyou closer. “I need you.”

 

“You . . . need me?” he squeaked out, his eyes becoming as big as teacup saucers. Naraku nodded, inhaling deeply. Already, his cock had started harden and swell in his pants, and it was becoming a bit unbearable. He had to get out of his pants and into Inuyasha's ass. Soon.

 

“Hai . . . I haven't been able to get you off my mind since that night . . . you're in my dreams at night. All I can think about is how you feel pressed against me and how it feels so right . . . I need you. Now.”

 

* * *

 

“I need you. Now.”

 

Inuyasha felt his body start to tremble at his manager's words, and his breathing became a little quicker and a little heavier. He still remembered the first and last time they'd been together and quite vividly. When he wasn't trying to figure out what it was that he felt he needed, he saw the dark-haired man's lust burning in his crimson eyes and felt his cock going in and out of him in a frantic need to be satisfied. It had been painful, intense, and yet . . . pleasurable.

 

“But . . .”

 

“No buts,” the crimson-eyed man growled, nipping at his neck. “I need you. I want you. Now.”

 

Before he could protest any further, Kagawaki had dragged him from the living room into the hallway of his apartment. A firm yank had his robe sliding open. Strong, muscular arms had him by the waist as his manager's clothed body pressed against his bare flesh, and determined lips were smashing against his own. Inuyasha whimpered against the onslaught as he melted in the other man's arms. The kiss was broken and scarlet eyes burning with lust and desire gazed into his own. A smile graced Kagawaki's face.

 

“That's better,” came the deep chuckle. “Just what I want to hear from you. But it isn't the only thing that I want. I want more. Do you want more . . . Inuyasha?”

 

“H-hai,” the hanyou whispered, his body trembling. Why he wasn't protesting this? Kagawaki had promised it would be a one-time thing! He should be protesting the man's actions. They were working together, after all.

 

Still, he couldn't deny that he wanted more. His body seemed to crave Kagawaki's touch like it craved food and water.

 

“What was that, Inuyasha? I couldn't hear you.” Kagawaki began to grind himself into Inuyasha's groin.

 

“Hai, Kagawaki-san . . . I want . . . I want more,” Inuyasha moaned, his head sagging forward. His belly had started to tighten and his own cock was responding to the dark-haired man's ministrations.

 

“I thought so . . . and it's Naraku, Inuyasha. That's the name I want to hear coming from you.”

 

“Naraku . . .”

 

It came out as a breathy whisper. Naraku's lips had kissed his jawline at that moment, his tongue snaking out every now and then to taste his skin. His hands slid from the small of his back down to his buttocks and squeezed. Inuyasha whimpered, his knees starting to feel weak. Of their own accord, his fingers began to work on undressing his impromptu lover. He had to feel the other man's flesh against his own. It wasn't fair that he was nearly naked and Naraku still had his clothes on.

 

As he undressed Naraku, the dark-haired man made his way lower, his mouth leaving a saliva trail from his throat down his chest. His tongue brushed against one of Inuyasha's nipples, and Inuyasha gasped at the nub's sudden sensitivity. He felt Naraku smile against his flesh . . . just before he bit it. Inuyasha bit his lip to keep from crying out, his body screaming for more contact. Naraku grunted as he continued his assault on the nub, sucking on it as if it contained nourishment for his very survival. Once he had finished with one, he moved on to the other. When both were as hard as stones, the dark-haired man moved lower, finally topless, and his mouth kissing and biting as he went until he reached Inuyasha's groin. Something wet and very decidedly warm brushed against his cock. It latched onto the tip, teeth grazing lightly against the already highly sensitized flesh. Slowly, Naraku took him into his mouth and tickled his anus with his fingers. Inuyasha's vision blurred as his manager worked his member, panting heavily and his hips thrusting in time with the pull of Naraku's mouth. If he said anything, Inuyasha couldn't say. He was drowning in an ocean of pleasure and he knew it.

 

`Oh Kami . . . oh shit . . . it's happening again . . . oh shit . . .'

 

With each thrust, Inuyasha whimpered, his need driving him to the edge. With each thrust, Naraku grunted, his hands keeping a tight grip on the hanyou and trying to trigger a release. It came when the dark-haired man bit the base of Inuyasha's shaft, albeit very softly. Letting out a strange mewling sound, Inuyasha thrust one final time into Naraku's mouth before sagging against the wall. He felt as if he'd been set on fire. His flesh had become flushed and covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. With his heart racing and his breathing heavy, Inuyasha opened his eyes as Naraku rose to his feet. A light smirk had crossed his features.

 

“It took you longer this time,” he purred. “How . . . interesting. How very interesting indeed. I love how you kept moaning out my name, too. I want to hear that again.”

 

Naraku's fingers hooked into the shoulders of his robe then pushed them off Inuyasha's shoulders. As the silk fabric fluttered to the ground, the dark-haired man slipped out of his shoes and undid his pants, releasing an already erect and weeping cock. His lips pressed against Inuyasha's once more. The hanyou returned it, savouring the taste of his own juices mingled with those of his manager. It was broken a few moments later. Lust still burned bright in Naraku's eyes.

 

“Turn around, Inuyasha, and place your hands against the wall.”

 

Inuyasha quickly complied, Naraku helping to get him into position. His manager's cock soon poked at his entrance. With his legs spread as far as they needed to go, one of Naraku's arms wrapped around his waist, pressing them closer together as the thickened member pierced him. The flesh itself throbbed with a life of its own as it made itself at home in his ass once more. Behind him, Naraku let out a satisfied sigh. He then wrapped his other arm around Inuyasha's waist.

 

“Kami, I've been needing this . . . you feel so damn good, Inuyasha. Very good. Now . . .rest your arms against mine.”

 

Once again, Inuyasha did as he was told and rested his arms in front of him. A sharp and painful thrust into his ass followed his actions. It was followed by another and another, his manager burying himself deeper each time until that hot, sticky feeling filled him once more . . .