InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tender Kisses ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Kouga let out a soft moan and arched his back as Inuyasha ground his hips against his. His member drove deeper into his lover's passage, causing the hanyou to moan as well.

At some point, they had gone from the kitchen to Inuyasha's room, where the lovemaking had resumed once more. Inuyasha had pushed him onto the bed and, for a moment, Kouga had thought that his silver-haired lover intended to penetrate him. That's how it had worked when Inuyasha had come to visit him in Japan. They'd taken turns taking each other. It'd hurt but it'd also been very pleasurable.

However, instead of shoving his cock into Kouga, Inuyasha had straddled him, his anus rubbing against Kouga's semi-aroused member. Kouga had given him a questioning look but Inuyasha had only smiled in response. A warm and inviting kiss had followed that smile, a kiss that the wolf had returned.

That was how they had remained for several moments, their lips locked in what Kouga could only describe as being the tenderest kiss of his life. Neither of them battled each other for dominance in that kiss or demanded anything. It was simply . . . a kiss.

Eventually, Inuyasha had broken the kiss, choosing to plant small ones along his jawline then down his throat. Kouga had gasped then moaned at the attention, placing his hands on Inuyasha's thighs. Things had become . . . passionate from there, leading him to the current moment, to the silver-haired god he was pleasuring and receiving pleasure from.

For that's what Inuyasha was to him at that moment. A silver-haired god. His entire body glistened in the moonlight, his silver-white hair fanning about him. Inuyasha's body rocked against his in a most sensual manner, Kouga's member buried deep within the hanyou's secrets. Their bodies moved together in a timeless dance, one that only nature could dictate.

When he had finally reached his release, Kouga wasn't sure. He just knew that his back had arched once more, driving himself so deep into Inuyasha that, had he been a little more lucid during their lovemaking, Kouga would have been sure had split the hanyou in half. His blood had been lit on fire and he knew it. He couldn't help how explosive that particular release had been.

Not that Inuyasha had seemed to mind. He had reached his release at the same time as Kouga, his entire body having gone stiff. With his lips parted and his eyes closed, Inuyasha was the epitome of pleasure. Time had stopped for that single moment and for that, Kouga was grateful.

When time had resumed once more, Inuyasha lay curled up next to him, his breathing heavy and his body limp. Kouga turned so that he could face his lover . . . and hold him.

“I love you so much, koishii,” he murmured, nuzzling the hanyou's nose. A tired yet warm smile crept onto Inuyasha's face.

“I love you, too.”

Then Inuyasha's eyes closed, his breathing steadying itself out. Within moments, his lover . . . his mate . . . had fallen asleep.

“Good night, Inuyasha,” Kouga whispered, pulling the blankets over them then snuggling close. “May your dreams be peaceful.”

* * *

It felt like he'd just closed his eyes and had started to fall asleep himself when he'd heard a strange noise coming from downstairs. Frowning, and shaking off the sleep, Kouga threw the covers off him, idly noting that Inuyasha was not in bed with him. He quickly slipped into some clothes then padded down the stairs to investigate the source of that strange noise. When it repeated, all vestiges of sleep were gone and Kouga practically ran the rest of the way down the stairs.

He'd gotten as far as the kitchen and had seen Inuyasha laying on the floor, blood starting to pool around his lover, when pain erupted in the back of his head. His world began to swim around and teeter, and he staggered forward. Pain erupted in the back of his head once more and he remembered no more.

* * *

“What have you to report to me?" Fingers drummed on the top of the desk, a sign of impatience.

“Good news, boss.”

“Oh?” An eyebrow rose in inquiry.

 

“Hai,” came the smile.

“It does pertain to Inuyasha, ne?”

“Hai. It does. He's on his way back to Japan.”

“Right now?”

“Hai. As we speak, the plane is leaving San Francisco. Inuyasha will be back and he will be yours.”

“Good.”

* * *

Inuyasha let out a small moan as consciousness came back to him in a slow, steady, and painful stream. He felt as if he'd gone out and had spent several hours on a drinking spree. The last thing he recalled had been being in bed with Kouga, feeling his mate's cock sliding in and out of him as if it owned him.

He shivered a little as that mental image came to him. They hadn't been drinking. At least, not heavily. There had been some wine at dinner but that had been about it. Inuyasha had still been in control of his wits when he'd taken Kouga up to his room. So why this nagging headache? Why did he feel as if he were hung over?

"Hello, Inuyasha. Long time no see."

Inuyasha felt his eyes widen and a strange cold feeling settling in the pit of his stomach at that voice. At that female voice.

'It can't be! It's . . .it's impossible!'

Slowly, he turned to the source of the voice. A voice he was certain he should not have been hearing.

“Sango . . .”