InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Growing Up ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter Ten

 

Growing Up

 

 

(Thank you for your patience. Please remember, Inu has had his heart demolished and needs a little TLC. He's not a whore. He just needs a little help. I have no beta this time. Let me know how I did. ^_^)

 

 

Warmth heated Inuyasha's back and legs as he fought the fog of sleep. Hoping to wake himself further, he nuzzled his face into the soft cloth beneath his face. What he didn't expect, and what brought his mind to full and disturbed wakefulness, was the strong scent of his brother, right beneath his nose.

 

`That cloth is too smooth to be a blanket,' he thought as he slowly opened his eyes.

 

His head was resting on his brother's right arm and he was tucked into his brother's body.

 

`Fuck!'

 

Inuyasha struggled to release himself from the tangle of Sesshoumaru's legs and, in the process, must have harmed his brother, for a grunt and whimper escaped the soft pink lips, wafting small puffs of air across Inuyasha's ear. A crimson blush stained Inuyasha's cheeks and burned his ears. After, examining his position, he carefully constructed a plan of escape. First, the foot; slide it out, wrap the calf to the outside and push Sesshoumaru's leg away. Roll onto stomach, and inch away. Done!

 

`That was a pain in the ass,' Inuyasha sighed to himself as he stumbled out into the glaring sunlight and into the overly loud banter of his friends. Maybe the raised volume was just his imagination, but he doubted it.

 

“Oi! Keep it down. Are you trying to bust my ears?!” Inuyasha bellowed, showing his ill temper.

 

“Why, Inuyasha, what has you in such distress this fine morning?” Miroku inquired.

 

“You're just too damn loud, that's all.”

 

“You didn't sleep much, did you?” asked Kouga, a bit concerned. He knew the hanyou's moods and the reasons behind them. Speaking of which, he missed Inuyasha in his bed as well.

 

“As a matter of fact, I didn't sleep all that great and I might just haul ass to the nearest quiet cave and take a nap!” Inuyasha snapped before taking off for the forest.

 

“I'll come with you,” Kouga called.

 

“Fuck off! I need to be alone.”

 

Inuyasha didn't even bother looking back when he bound into the trees, gaining height with each branch until he was far above the forest floor. It didn't matter how high or how fast he ran, he couldn't outrun the scent of Sesshoumaru that clung to his entire body. Even his hair was drenched in it. A bath and a nap without any speaking creatures nearby was exactly what he needed.

 

`I'll nurse the bastard back to health, make sure that poison is gone, and then take some time out away from civilization. How could Naraku have gotten so strong that he could have done anything to hurt Sesshoumaru? I have never seen anything like it. People have thrown some kick ass poison at him before and he never flinched. It has never affected him at all. It was probably that damn jewel. I hope that Kagome used it to seal the well like I told her to...'

 

Unceremoniously, he was slammed from behind. Tumbling head over heels, quickly losing altitude and momentum as branches sliced through his fire rat robe, he landed on his back in an area that was lightly wooded, taking out a few trees in his slide to a stop.

 

`What the fuck?'

 

And then, everything went black...

 

Far away from the unconscious hanyou, eyelids flew wide and black pupils dilated then burned with the flame of the cooking fire.

 

“Inuyasha,” rasped Sesshoumaru.

 

“Lord Sesshoumaru! You're awake!” Rin cried gleefully.

 

“Inuyasha...danger,” Sesshoumaru coughed, pushing himself up from the mat as dark purple fluid splattered the blanket.

 

“Lord Sesshoumaru, you're sick and shouldn't get up,” Rin exclaimed.

 

On shaking legs, Sesshoumaru shuffled to the door of the hut. Several pairs of eyes raised and stared at him in disbelief.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” Sango gasped, jumping to force the demon lord back to his bed.

 

“Inuyasha is...in danger,” Sesshoumaru gurgled out again.

 

“You heard the Master!” the old woman screeched. “Find Inuyasha and help him.”

 

“But, my lady, how would Sesshoumaru know that Inuyasha is in danger? He is obviously hallucinating,” Miroku asked.

 

“I don't have time to explain. Now, go! All of you! Except the young ones. Leave them here.”

 

In no time, the adults were grabbing their weapons and readying themselves for a battle.

 

As the darkness receded, Inuyasha could feel something heavy weighing on his chest. He opened his eyes to find blue feathers hovering over him. He was trapped in the claws of a Bird of Paradise.

 

`Didn't we kill all those things?' Inuyasha asked himself.

 

“Where is the wolf prince, hanyou?” the strange humanlike figure, growing from the bird's head inquired.

 

“He doesn't have any shards, so fuck off!” Inuyasha grunted as he tried to work himself free of the bird's talons.

 

“It is not the jewel that I seek. It is revenge. Now, where is he?!”

 

“Fuck you,” Inuyasha growled as he gave a mighty shove.

 

The bird stumbled backward, raking a claw down the center of Inuyasha's chest and abdomen in its retreat. Blood welled up and spilled over his torso as he leapt away from the bird youkai.

 

“I am getting so sick and tired of having to wash blood out of my clothes, you idiot! It's getting to be a real pain in the ass!” Even now, Inuyasha's mood hadn't changed a bit. The beast barely had time to flinch before one of its wings fell to the ground.

 

“Aagh!” the bird cried out in pain while knowing that it would never take flight again and that this hanyou now had the advantage.

 

“Here birdie, birdie, birdie,” Inuyasha taunted from behind the beast. He was in a foul mood and a fight was just what he needed to work off some stress. Perhaps a game of cat and mouse, or rather, dog and bird would be entertaining.

 

“You will pay for that,” the bird screeched as it hopped around and charged Inuyasha with its toothy maw wide open.

 

“Too slow!” smirked Inuyasha, showing a little fang. He bounded away and sliced off the bird's other wing before landing behind it. A howl tore from the creature that was sticking out of its head.

 

“Hehe. What made you think that you could ever beat me?” Inuyasha asked as he pulled Tetsusaiga from its sheath.

 

“Kaze...eh?”

 

A white light streaked across the birds back. The bird stood there for a moment, then, as though in slow motion, it slid to the ground in several pieces, dead.

 

`What the hell?'

 

Inuyasha swung his sword to the right in preparation to cleave in half the white ball of energy when it streaked back toward him. However, it stopped just five feet away and dissolved into a youkai lord wearing a white nightgown. Had it not been for the black dried stains, Sesshoumaru would have looked the picture of tranquil beauty. The spell was broken, however, when he began stumbling toward Inuyasha.

 

`What is he doing here? He wasn't even conscious an hour ago.'

 

It was a sad sight to watch the once noble lord struggling to stay standing, much less walk. Should he meet Sesshoumaru half way? No. Sesshoumaru came to him, not the other way around. What would Inuyasha do anyway? There was no reason to approach the youkai. He hadn't asked for help and didn't need it. The old anger and hurt were definitely still there, but right now, confusion was more prominent.

 

`Why did Sesshoumaru come here? Did he know about the bird? How could he?'

 

While Inuyasha attempted to understand just what was happening, Sesshoumaru was slowly, but surely, making his way to the bloody hanyou. Inuyasha hadn't realized that he had dropped his eyes to the dirt until bare feet stepped into his line of sight. He shifted his eyes up to see what appeared to be a look of concern on the TaiYoukai's features. Talk about out of place.

 

“What're you doing out of bed?” Inuyasha said gruffly, attempting to break the awkward silence.

 

“You're hurt,” Sesshoumaru rasped and reached out a trembling hand to examine the damage done by Inuyasha's attacker.

 

“I heal fast. Now, answer my question.”

 

For a moment, Inuyasha thought that Sesshoumaru was going to try and kiss him. Amber eyes focused on his own brilliant gold. As Sesshoumaru's eyelids began to droop, he leaned in. Inuyasha took an apprehensive step back only to catch Sesshoumaru as he fell unconscious. He grunted under the weight and irritation to his wounds.

 

“I can't get away from you! I just can't get the fuck away from you!” Inuyasha raged as he lowered his brother to the ground.

 

“Stupid idiot!” he groused as he inspected Sesshoumaru's old wounds that the poison had invaded again. “Why did you have to come here anyway?!”

 

It wasn't as though Sesshoumaru could hear him. He was out cold; cold and clammy to be exact.

 

“I've gotta warm you up. You're freezing.”

 

Ignoring the searing pain from his protesting wounds, Inuyasha hoisted Sesshoumaru over his shoulder and sniffed out the nearest hot spring. A nearby pond would have been more convenient, but wouldn't have provided the warmth that Inuyasha felt Sesshoumaru needed. Fifteen minutes later found the brothers disrobed with Sesshoumaru in Inuyasha's lap. While Inuyasha cleansed Sesshoumaru in the slow current of the shallows, their attire was soaking further down the beach.

 

Oddly enough, the steam seemed to be having much more of a beneficial effect than Inuyasha had expected. Sesshoumaru's circulation was improving, his skin becoming supple. With each passing moment, the tainted fluid, seeping from his eyes and nose, became less viscous.

 

`Maybe keeping him here would help get rid of the poison quicker,' Inuyasha thought as he poured handfuls of water over Sesshoumaru's face.

 

Without warning, Sesshoumaru began a horrendous coughing fit.

 

“Fuck!”

 

Inuyasha shot to his feet, turning Sesshoumaru's back to himself. He draped Sesshoumaru over his left arm and followed Jinenji's instructions, lightly pounding Sesshoumaru's back, forcing more of the nearly black vile fluid from Sesshoumaru's lungs. There had never been so much, but the consistency was thinner.

 

`Maybe the steam is breaking it up and he was drowning in it.'

 

That wasn't a very pleasant thought and Inuyasha made certain that he continued his ministrations until Sesshoumaru seemed to have rid himself of the offending refuse. By that time, the water gently lapping at Inuyasha's thighs had lost much of its clarity and Inuyasha decided to move away from the contaminated area. Not only was it filthy, but the haze was a reminder of Naraku's miasma and he wasn't particularly fond of those memories. It was bad enough that the shit was destroying Sesshoumaru's body from the inside out.

 

Once again, Inuyasha had to take on the task of cleaning Sesshoumaru, including his nostrils and mouth. He was glad that he had never been required to be a healer. Dealing with bodily fluids on a daily basis was simply unimaginable. He'd been covered with enough youkai blood and guts to last him a couple of centuries.

 

During the entire cleaning process, Inuyasha could feel his own wounds puckering, opening and closing as he shifted for better positioning. It was irritating more than anything. Pain had been his constant companion for decades. After all, he was a hanyou and his life had been far from easy.

 

He gazed at Sesshoumaru and noticed that the steamy heat from the springs had leant a nice pink hue to Sesshoumaru's skin. Even Sesshoumaru's pale cheeks had gained some color. His face, always tight and controlled, was now soft and vulnerable once more. Inuyasha's mind drifted back to their previous trip on Kilala's back after the battle with Naraku and how defenseless and vulnerable that Sesshoumaru had appeared then; how he had coddled, comforted, and worried over his brother. He gazed at the mighty fallen lord that rested so helplessly in his arms and, despite his own wishes, the desire for his brother welled up and rode over him like an avalanche.

 

`It couldn't hurt to indulge myself just a little bit, could it? No one was watching and the old hag had said that touch was important. What harm could come of it? The old hag had insisted that touch was integral to Sesshoumaru's survival,' he rationalized.

 

Against his better judgment, Inuyasha started down a path that he'd sworn he would never travel again. With hesitant trembling fingers, he traced the two lavender stripes on the left side of Sesshoumaru's face. The texture had softened with the recent treatments. Without a thought, he combed the silver mane away from Sesshoumaru's temple and folded it behind the pointed elfin ear. Though Sesshoumaru's ears were not covered in fur as Inuyasha's were, they did have a downy softness and Inuyasha found himself tracing the edges ever so gently. The lump, forming in his throat, refused to dissipate and he was left trying his best to hold back the tears threatening to make real his pain at Sesshoumaru's rejection.

 

“Why, Sesshoumaru? Why? Was it the poison or is this who you really are? Do you hate me so much? Will I never be good enough for you? I think you owe me, Sesshoumaru. And after what you did, if I have to steal it, it's my right,” Inuyasha nearly sobbed against the shell of Sesshoumaru's ear.

 

He pulled away and drank in the sight of his brother's peaceful visage. Just to be certain that he wasn't discovered, Inuyasha kept his eyes trained on Sesshoumaru's closed eyelids as he hovered then began that eternally slow descent toward those succulent pink lips that begged to be caressed. Satin flesh met on a whisper that threatened to grow into a song. Inuyasha's lips tingled with insatiable hunger at the light touch. Since he had already become the thief, there was no reason not to steal more, no reason to restrain his mounting need for this last touch. He should have stopped there, should not have given in to the temptation in the first place, but the pull was much too great for him to ignore. Even now, the hint of Sesshoumaru's musk entreated him to pilfer a taste. The pliant flesh beneath his lips did not protest when he brushed his lips back and forth, nor after he suckled a path around Sesshoumaru's mouth. Inuyasha could not hold back the whimpering moan when he traced the curves of Sesshoumaru's lips with his tongue.

 

By now, Inuyasha's eyes were closed. Sensation was his vision. By the gods, it was hard to touch Sesshoumaru knowing that he would never be allowed if Sesshoumaru was awake. He felt as though his heart was rending itself in two. Need and denial battled in a war that had already been lost. The last vestige of Inuyasha's control waned when Sesshoumaru parted his lips as though inviting Inuyasha to plunder his depths. It was the last straw. Tears slipped past the dam as Inuyasha cupped Sesshoumaru's face in the palms of his hands and tenderly savored the sweet warmth of Sesshoumaru's mouth with trembling lips. With the full dose of scent and taste, flashes of his night with Sesshoumaru flooded his mind. A small whine escaped Inuyasha as he deepened the kiss, losing himself in the memories of Sesshoumaru's tender touches.

 

It was a wonderful dream, or perhaps he was reliving a memory. Sesshoumaru wasn't certain. He wanted to embrace Inuyasha, but his body would not obey him. So, he contented himself with reveling in Inuyasha's attentions. Suddenly, the thief became the victim. Sesshoumaru's tongue caressed Inuyasha's in languid strokes, making tender love to his brother's mouth.

 

Inuyasha's tears flowed more freely. If Sesshoumaru was awake, what was his intention, to make him suffer more? Or was Sesshoumaru still unconscious and reflexively responding to Inuyasha? Regardless, it still hurt like hell. But that wasn't enough to deter the reckless hanyou. His hunger for that love so long denied was overwhelming, so excruciatingly painful. In his state of starvation, he strove for more, deepening the kiss, devouring the youkai that had fully captured his heart and soul.

 

`I love you, Sesshoumaru, so much that it hurts and I know that I will never have you. I hope it hurts you just as much as this hurts me...though, I doubt that you care.' The words whispered in the dark recesses of Inuyasha's more logical mind.

 

Wind blustered against Inuyasha's hair carrying the scent of the fire cat. Reluctantly, Inuyasha left the gentle warmth of Sesshoumaru's mouth and rested his forehead against Sesshoumaru's.

 

“I'll always love you, Sesshoumaru, no matter what,” Inuyasha admitted in a bare whisper.

 

`Is it possible that I crave him to the point of imagining that Inuyasha would say such a thing? No, he hates me now and rightfully so. He is lost to me,' Sesshoumaru thought as silent darkness began to engulf him in its familiar presence.

 

Inuyasha rinsed the salty liquid from his face. It was only moments before his friends reached them.

 

“Hey, dog turd, how did his highness get here so fast? Are you okay?” Kouga called from the treeline as he blew into the small clearing.

 

“Sesshoumaru said that you were in danger,” Miroku informed Inuyasha and hopped down from Kilala.

 

Sango had a hand over her eyes while her cheeks blushed a nice rosy pink. She decided that she would stay mounted on Kilala's back until she had made certain that Inuyasha was alright and that both men were dressed.

 

“Keh! I wasn't in any danger! I can take care of myself,” Inuyasha snorted from his rather compromising position. `He knew that I was in danger?'

 

Inuyasha really didn't have time to sit and mull over Sesshoumaru's actions or discuss trivialities. He and Sesshoumaru were naked in front of a host of people. Fortunately, most of their bodies were beneath the surface of the water.

 

“Look. I'm fine. Could you guys just give me time to get cleaned up and dressed?”

 

“What's that on your chest, Inuyasha?” Kouga asked as he stared at the ugly gash. “Did Sesshoumaru do that?”

 

“No! He didn't. Now back off.”

 

“Sango, my heart?” the houshi intoned sweetly, turning to gaze at his embarrassed companion. “Would you mind going back to Kaede's and gathering some bandages? It looks as though our friend needs some medical attention, as well as some time to make himself presentable.”

 

Sango was more than happy to oblige. She never once took her hand from her eyes while she and Kilala turned and took flight once more.

 

“Would you like some help? It can't be easy taking care of Sesshoumaru with your wounds still open like that,” Kouga asked as he tentatively approached the waters edge.

 

Inuyasha had to admit that the water stung his wounds and the constant shifting of his carved flesh was irritating. Of course, he would never admit, even to himself, that it was quite painful; just...uncomfortable. After a few moments of hesitation, Inuyasha made certain that Sesshoumaru's right arm covered the essentials then stood up. He hadn't expected that the exposed wounds had somewhat stiffened.

 

“Um...okay. You guys take him,” Inuyasha muttered, berating himself in the process.

 

Miroku and Kouga looked hesitantly at each other. “I'll get the shoulders. You get the feet, Miroku,” Kouga finally suggest. Miroku nodded without complaint.

 

Inuyasha trudged after them, pointing them in the direction of a spot of soft grass. “I'm gonna go wash the clothes.”

 

“Hold on a minute, mutt. You're wounded. Why don't you get `em, Miroku. I'll take a look at Inuyasha's wounds.”

 

“Hey! I don't need any help. I heal just fine on my own!”

 

“Say it enough times and maybe you'll believe it,” Kouga grunted as he and Miroku gently laid Sesshoumaru on the grass. “Now let me have a look.”

 

Kouga stepped to the side and used one of his wrist cuffs to swipe away the blood that drained from the long gash in the center of Inuyasha's torso while Inuyasha flushed and grumbled his displeasure at being treated as though he were some kind of weakling. While the two were awkwardly interacting, Miroku trotted off to rinse and wring out the wet clothing.

 

The grass that Sesshoumaru lay on was nice and cool, but compared to the heat of the water, it was down right frigid; which was what brought Sesshoumaru out of his exhausted sleep. And what was the first thing that he saw? The Wolf Prince appeared to be pawing his Inuyasha and the whore of a hanyou was allowing it! There were no thoughts behind the jealous rage that overtook Sesshoumaru. With eyes bleeding red, lips curled back, and fangs bared, a snarl ripped from his throat. Thankfully, the expenditure of even that small amount of energy knocked him back into oblivion.

 

Two sets of eyes snapped down to stare at the unconscious TaiYoukai. “Must've been a bad dream,” Kouga commented.

 

“Keh!” Inuyasha snorted. `Maybe he saw us and is jealous. Yeah, right.' He nearly rolled his eyes at his own stupidity.

 

Apparently, Miroku had finished wringing out the clothing and set them out to dry on a sun scorched boulder. “The clothes should be dry in no time at all. In the meantime, we need to get Sesshoumaru covered,” he said as he stared down at the rather handsome Sesshoumaru.

 

`Would Sango be more attracted to him than she might be to me?' he wondered. He quickly removed his purple outer clothing and draped it over Sesshoumaru. “It looks as though you did not have the opportunity to clean your wounds, Inuyasha. Why don't you go ahead and I'll keep an eye on our patient,” he suggested.

 

`Perfect,' Kouga smirked. “I'll clean the scrapes on your back,” he quickly volunteered as he stripped and let his hair down before Inuyasha could protest.

 

“Fine, suit yourself,” Inuyasha said as he stomped back into the spring.

 

It seemed as though the hanyou had barely progressed in lightening his mood and Kouga hoped to help wash away some of his tension. Of course, it wouldn't do much good for the lust ridden wolf. He knew that he would be left high and dry. But that didn't matter. After being deprived for too many days, he would be allowed to touch Inuyasha. On top of that, his friend had been spending way too much time with Sesshoumaru. As far as he was concerned, that was an unwelcome threat to Inuyasha's fragile emotionally stability. Lust aside, Inuyasha was his friend. He could not allow Inuyasha to become attached to the one person that he felt was a threat to Inuyasha's safety. Now was the perfect opportunity to nip that choking weed in the bud. Spying a small cove where he and Inuyasha could have some privacy, Kouga snatched Inuyasha's hand and pulled him around a small outcrop of boulders.

 

“Now, let me see those wounds again,” he demanded. “Turn around. I haven't seen much of your back yet.”

 

Surprisingly enough, Inuyasha obeyed. He had come to trust Kouga and knew that showing Kouga the few scrapes would ease the wolf's mind.

 

“Those aren't so bad,” Kouga commented.

 

“Keh, I told you, I'm fine.”

 

“That one in front is pretty bad, Inuyasha. We'll get you patched up after you're clean. Why don't you dip down in the water and I'll get all of this dirt out of your hair.”

 

It wasn't as though he hadn't bathed with the wolves many times, and his hair was matted with dirt, leaves, and twigs. Inuyasha sank into the water as Kouga combed his claws through the thick mane and dislodged all of the debris. As Inuyasha drew himself back up out of the water, Kouga gathered the hair in his hands and pressed out the water then draped the full of it over Inuyasha's left shoulder. He caressed Inuyasha's back, careful not to harm the bruises and small scrapes.

 

“I have missed you, Inuyasha. My bed is cold without you there,” Kouga commented.

 

Inuyasha responded after a moment of silence. “I've...sorta missed you too. I guess I got used to it.”

 

“I'm worried about you. You know…spending all that time with Sesshoumaru has to have had some effect on you and you were so grouchy today. You've been sad, too. I can smell it, no matter how hard you try to hide it.”

 

“It's hard, Kouga,” Inuyasha admitted, trying to swallow the lump that was rising in his throat. Yes, it was difficult and he was thankful to have such a good friend to confide in.

 

Kouga sighed. “Once he's well, you should get as far away from him as possible.”

 

“I was thinking the same thing. I need to be alone for awhile.”

 

“That might not be a good idea. You should be around friends at first. I don't want you getting all depressed again.”

 

“Your advice has been pretty good so far. I'll think about it,” Inuyasha muttered, not really wanting to be around a group of people. He just wanted to be alone to work out his frustration and forget about everything.

 

Despite the minor pain of Kouga's touches, having someone show some care was a welcome feeling. The experience of sleeping against Kouga seemed to have had sated his need for reassuring touches. The recent lack of it had left him feeling alone again.

 

`So far, so good,' Kouga commended himself as his hands lightly traveled from Inuyasha's shoulders and down the well-muscled arms.

 

“I really have missed you,” he whispered into Inuyasha's ear then smiled at the small twitch. “Turn around and let me look at your wound again.”

 

With the knowledge that it was already healing, Inuyasha acquiesced. He couldn't understand why everyone thought that he couldn't heal fast enough. But he always gave into their need to treat him. If it made them happy, he didn't mind; it always shut them up.

 

“You do heal fast. It's just down to a deep scratch,” Kouga mused and ran his hands alongside the wound, caressing Inuyasha's chest and abs.

 

He made sure to allow the barest touch over Inuyasha's nipples and noticed how they hardened. Though Inuyasha hadn't made a sound, he saw the slight shiver and took that as a sign that he could go a step further.

 

“You are beautiful, Inuyasha,” Kouga murmured before glancing up and seeing Inuyasha staring at him in contemplation.

 

“I wish I could believe that, but I'm deformed.” A look of pain flashed behind Inuyasha's eyes as he pointed to his ears. “I should have ears like yours.”

 

“No, you should have the ears that you were born with. Not everyone sees you as Sesshoumaru does. Your ears really are cute,” Kouga chuckled.

 

“Cute?! Keh! That's ridiculous!” Inuyasha exclaimed, trying to hide his embarrassment.

 

“No, it's very attractive to some. You know that Kagome thought so or she wouldn't have been trying to touch them so much. Yeah, I noticed.”

 

Inuyasha blushed as Kouga's large masculine hands trailed down his waist to rest on his hips and then gave a gentle squeeze.

 

“I've been very patient,” Kouga whispered, gazing into the brilliance of Inuyasha's golden eyes. “I can still wait, but why don't you let me relieve some of your tension.”

 

Inuyasha furrowed his brow, hesitant to believe what it was that Kouga was offering. Right now, he could use some comforting touch. “And just what do you mean?”

 

Kouga ran his hands around to the small of Inuyasha's back and leaned in to nuzzle Inuyasha's cheek. At least Inuyasha wasn't becoming indignant and trying to get away. Being with the pack must have reduced his hesitancy at others' touches. But when his hands met with the round globes of Inuyasha's ass, there was a slight jerk in Inuyasha's torso, so he dipped his hands further down to Inuyasha's thighs.

 

“I won't do anything that you don't want me to. Just tell me when to stop.”

 

Inuyasha relaxed a little and nodded his head, wondering all the while why he would allow Kouga to molest him. He was lonely…and his heart had been torn to shreds. That had to be the reason. Because he had already crossed the barrier of sexual intimacy, there was no reason to deny his needs, so he stood quietly while Kouga's hands traveled all over his body.

 

There was no one else that he would trust to do this then not call him a whore later. Kouga hadn't. The only person that might do that would be Sesshoumaru and Sesshoumaru's opinion meant nothing now. His brother would always despise him.

 

Light kisses trailed down Inuyasha's neck and he allowed his head to fall back, exposing his neck and throat. Warm lips took advantage of the bared flesh while hands traveled back up Inuyasha's torso to land on his nipples. Kouga lightly brushed them before he dipped his head to suckle one then the other. He was taking his time, being ever so gentle. There was no reason to scare Inuyasha into bolting. Seduction would pave the way.

 

Kouga dragged his lips and tongue down Inuyasha's torso. Warmth saturated Inuyasha's skin and peace began to settle in his mind. Kouga's hands worked their way to the apex of Inuyasha's thighs. When Kouga carefully cradled his balls, Inuyasha groaned, dropped his head, and clenched his eyes closed. Two fingers slid beneath his chin and he opened his eyes to see that Kouga had stood back up, still cupping him.

 

“Kiss me, Inuyasha. Show me that you really want this,” Kouga said softly.

 

Kissing was an emotionally intimate thing and Inuyasha hesitated. He didn't want to mislead Kouga into believing that they were more than friends.

 

“It's alright. I know who your heart belongs to, but a kiss isn't too much to ask for, is it?” Kouga reassured him when he noticed Inuyasha's reluctance.

 

Relieved, Inuyasha tentatively leaned into Kouga's lips. His already stiffening arousal seemed to like the feel of Kouga's lips. Inuyasha became brave and let his tongue slip out to caress Kouga's soft lips.

 

Kouga nearly smiled and opened his mouth to take over the kiss. He ravaged Inuyasha with his plundering tongue as his hand strayed up to grip Inuyasha's length. His own raging erection was becoming painfully hard. Nudging Inuyasha back until hiss ass rested against the boulder behind them, Kouga slid his hardened shaft into the same hand the held Inuyasha's. He groaned as he rocked his hips and continued his stroking. When Inuyasha let out a surprised yelp and then a small whine at the new contact, Kouga's chest swelled in satisfaction. Kouga finally broke away and quickly kissed and licked his way down Inuyasha's torso. It was a short side trip to tease his friend's hardened nipples.

 

When Kouga slid beneath the water and swallowed Inuyasha's cock, Inuyasha moaned through his burning body that ached with need. His hips thrust forward into the hot, slick heat. The suction became stronger and Inuyasha's body automatically responded by pumping rhythmically into Kouga's mouth. As the sensation of tight, wet heat pressing up and down his erection overwhelmed him, he didn't even consider that this might be wrong.

 

`How long can he stay down there?' Inuyasha began to wonder after a couple of minutes, though it was difficult to have any thoughts with the fire shooting through his blood and hazing his vision with the pleasure that Kouga willingly bestowed upon him.

 

He didn't wonder long. Kouga's torture was too much and he was going to come. However, there was something that he wanted and, it didn't involve coming inside of Kouga's mouth. Gripping Kouga's forearms, Inuyasha pulled the confused wolf out of the water. While distracting Kouga with his gaze, Inuyasha took hold of Kouga's cock and stroked it a couple of times before turning and placing his hands on the boulder, offering Kouga something that the wolf hadn't expected. Inuyasha spread his legs and arched his back out, presenting himself to his shocked friend.

 

“Inuyasha, you don't have to do this,” Kouga gasped.

 

“I trust you, Kouga,” Inuyasha murmured over his shoulder, his gaze boring into Kouga's concerned cerulean blue eyes. “I want this. And...you deserve it too.”

 

“You don't owe me anything, Inuyasha,” Kouga scowled. “I will not take payment…especially like this.”

 

Inuyasha shook his head then looked back to Kouga with pleading, golden eyes. “No, I want this. Please.”

 

Satisfied, though still a bit hesitant because of the vulnerability that he knew Inuyasha was still experiencing, Kouga nodded and trailed fingers down Inuyasha's spine. Perhaps Inuyasha did need this. A tremor ran down Inuyasha's body and he leaned further out, an invitation. And that was all it took to settle Kouga's mind.

 

“Thank you,” Kouga whispered before sliding his hands between Inuyasha's thighs then lifting him out of the water.

 

Kouga's tongue trailed down Inuyasha's back and soon found its way between the globes of Inuyasha's ass then teased the puckered ring. His tongue traveled further down, stroking that sensitive ridge that led to the tightened bulge at the base of Inuyasha's swollen, throbbing member.

 

“Kouga, please,” Inuyasha rasped.

 

“We need to move you out of the water, puppy.”

 

Inuyasha growled at the pet name as Kouga let him slide back into the water then led him to a small ledge that jutted out over the water. It was perfectly situated. The rock was at mid-thigh, the water just below. Inuyasha braced his hands on the surface of the rock, once again spreading his legs. He shivered as he felt Kouga parting his butt cheeks and using his tongue, prodding the tight muscled ring that was the portal to his hot chamber.

 

He did not remember what this had felt like the first time that he had fucked Kouga in his demon form. But, so far, it was feeling rather nice and he moaned as Kouga slid his tongue through the tight ring while massaging his balls. It was a shock when he felt the first of Kouga's fingers entering him. The uncomfortable stretching and rough calloused finger was not all that pleasant.

 

“It'll feel better soon,” Kouga whispered as he inserted another finger then began stroking, exploring, and slowly stretching with careful strokes.

 

Apparently, something that he had done caused Inuyasha to whine and buck into his hand. Curious, he repeated the direction of his stroke and received the same response. However, this time, Inuyasha continued shoving himself back and forth.

 

`Well, I'll have to remember that spot,' Kouga thought to himself as he withdrew his fingers.

 

“Kouga,” Inuyasha whimpered. “Please.”

 

Kouga leaned over Inuyasha and kissed him at the nape of his neck. “Alright, but this might hurt at first, okay?”

 

Inuyasha nodded his head as he felt the tip of Kouga's saliva slicked cock press against the tight opening. He pressed backward, giving Kouga the permission to enter him.

 

Kouga didn't want to hurt Inuyasha anymore than he had to. He tried to distract his friend by reaching around and passing his hand over the tip of Inuyasha's dripping erection before gripping it and beginning to slowly stroke up and down the hard, hot length.

 

Without thinking, Inuyasha rocked backward, shoving Kouga's cock a couple of inches into his hot chamber. He gasped at the intrusion. It had hurt, but not too much.

 

Refusing to prolong Inuyasha's discomfort, Kouga carefully slid his cock forward until he rested fully inside of his lover.

 

“Are you okay?” Kouga panted, barely able to prevent himself from seriously fucking Inuyasha into the next century. Inuyasha was just so hot and tight, gripping his swollen, sensitive flesh. His cock was throbbing with the need to thrust and feel the satisfying friction.

 

“Mm,” Inuyasha nodded then drew away from Kouga and shoved himself back, smacking his ass against Kouga's hips.

 

“Gods, Inuyasha! You're so tight and hot. It's...damn...,” Kouga rasped, slowly parting Inuyasha's walls, enjoying the friction against the skin of his throbbing cock as the now extremely sensitive head parted the delicate flesh.

 

At first, it had felt strange to Inuyasha, but that was quickly replaced with a comforting warmth and feeling of having a special connection to his friend. As Kouga filled him over and over again, the tingling and tension in his abdomen increased and he found himself quietly moaning. Then Kouga did the most amazing thing. He shifted himself up and over Inuyasha. His long, black hair tickled Inuyasha's back and ribs while he buried himself deeper and struck that spot that shot molten lava through every cell of Inuyasha's body. Inuyasha thought he was going to die of pleasure when Kouga grabbed his neglected, throbbing cock and began pumping him in time with the thrusts.

 

“More, Kouga...harder, please,” Inuyasha begged as he felt himself approaching his release. His body was a tingling mass of nerves set on fire by the constant thrusting and stroking.

 

That was no problem for Kouga. Inuyasha's tight hot body was scorching him from the inside out and he happily increased the speed and power of his thrusts.

 

“Come for me, Inuyasha. Let it all go,” he panted into Inuyasha's hair before groaning and giving a mighty thrust just as he covered Inuyasha's mouth with his free hand.

 

In the first convulsion of his release Inuyasha's walls quivered and almost painfully gripped Kouga. He cried out into Kouga's hand as his seed shot over the stone and his cry turned to a whine then eventually quieted to small whimpers.

 

Kouga continued to pump and thrust as Inuyasha quaked and trembled beneath him, deliciously squeezing his cock. Close, so close. Then it came. As he felt the first rush about to burst inside of Inuyasha, Kouga pulled out and let his seed shoot onto the pale expanse of skin; stream after stream until it spilled over Inuyasha's ribs.

 

Inuyasha lowered his shoulders to the rock while panting and trembling. He could feel Kouga's thighs, shaking with the exertion, resting against his.

 

“Thank you,” Inuyasha panted through heaving gasps. “Why is it that you always know what I need?” Inuyasha asked, staring at the wolf from his prone position.

 

Kouga pulled them both down into the water. “Because you are my friend and, though I may not look it, I'm a lot older than you.”

 

Inuyasha leaned his head back against Kouga's shoulder in contentment. “Why didn't you come inside of me?” Inuyasha asked, voicing his disappointment.

 

“I wasn't sure that you would want your youkai companions to smell my scent. It wouldn't be so easy to wash away.”

 

“Mmm,” Inuyasha intoned as he nodded, more to himself than Kouga. “You're always thinking ahead.”

 

“What do you think I've been thinking about all this time that I've been waiting?”

 

“I wasn't thinking about it at all.”

 

“Figures,” Kouga sighed. “I've been planning how I was going to seduce you, make you writhe in pleasure beneath my body, and what would happen afterward. Do you regret this?”

 

“I think that maybe...I'm growing up. No, I refuse to regret anything anymore,” Inuyasha murmured as he sat up and turned to gaze at Kouga then leaned in to give Kouga a tender kiss. “Though, I'm not sure when I'll be ready to do this again.”

 

“I understand. It's new.”

 

Inuyasha nodded. “But it does feel good.”

 

Kouga understood that Inuyasha's assertion was directed not only toward the physical aspect, but toward the more emotional type of bonding that sex usually brings. He was happy and content. Inuyasha was learning. Perhaps he could wash Inuyasha's mind clean of the desire for Sesshoumaru. Though he didn't have that insatiable longing for Inuyasha that Inuyasha exhibited toward Sesshoumaru, the hanyou did make him happy enough to consider wooing and mating. All that he needed was time.

 

As they washed away any sign of their little tryst, Inuyasha decided to voice his observations concerning Sesshoumaru and Kouga agreed that they should build a shelter and bring Jinenji's medicines to the spring. Kouga wouldn't have the old woman around to keep him away from Inuyasha and he would have more opportunities to give Inuyasha a break from the treatments. Of course, he was hoping for more of Inuyasha's delicious body as well.

 

The light scent of sex wafted along the breeze and Sesshoumaru's dreams became disturbing; enough that he rolled to his side and curled into an aching mass of lost hope.

 

 

 

 

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