InuYasha, P.I.

Case 10: The Kotodama (aka The Kokomo, The Coconut, The Cotton Picker... Whatever!)

Eyes wide and ears flattened in wonderment, Inuyasha now knew why the bastard had asked him to dress nicely. The response to his earlier question of, “So where the hell are we going?” had rendered the hanyou speechless and glued to the car window for the majority of the trip, eyes growing larger and larger the closer they got to their destination.

From its location on one of the higher hills just inside the city’s borders, The Kotodama had always been little more than a brilliant star against the night sky for Inuyasha – the highest of high end casinos, a place where only the richest of the rich came to wine, dine, play, and stay. But now he could watch in rapture as that distant star slowly took on the distinct shape of two tall towers rising up from a building that seemed to be made of light.

However, while the lower two-story building held an almost enchanting feel, the towers looked like something out of classic Hollywood…or this one scary thriller movie the half-demon once saw. Only this hotel was a bit prettier…and classier…and hopefully not full of murderous ghosts and killer babysitters.

But in truth, it wasn’t The Kotodama’s façade that had Inuyasha so fascinated. No, it was the constant raving reviews their restaurant was always receiving.

Ten stars! Ten freaking stars! There was no such thing as a ten star restaurant, but this place somehow managed to pull it off. Meat that melted in your mouth, steaks so juicy that they sat in a small puddle on your plate, an entire wine cellar filled with bottles no younger than one hundred and fifty years old…

“You’re salivating,” came Sesshomaru’s teasing whisper, causing Inuyasha to blush slightly and move away from the oddly enticing body heat.

“Shut up, am not,” the hanyou snipped back, rubbing some moisture that was definitely not drool from the side of his mouth, and finally settling back in his seat for the remainder of the drive.

“So why’d you wanna meet at Ekiedo Grand?” Inuyasha said suddenly, eyes not meeting his current driving buddy but taking in the city below and the impending bright building above.

“I had a business meeting upstate and just returned via train,” was the curt answer, the demon amused with the half-demon’s wondrous curiosity of the facility he had chosen for them tonight.

However, Inuyasha didn’t seem particularly interested in actually getting an answer for that question since his next question suddenly jumped the gun.

“What’s in the book?”

Sesshomaru sighed. “Tact has never been your strong point, has it?” Inuyasha glared daggers at the youkai’s response. “In any event, that is no concern of yours.”

That, apparently, was not the correct answer either because the next moment Inuyasha’s voice boomed, demanding to know “or I’ll jump outta the car!”

“Are you always this dramatic?” Sesshomaru exhaled. It had been really long day and all the demon really wanted was to relax... and maybe have a little sex, but at this point in time the latter looked like a faraway dream currently out of his reach.

As if to prove his point of how serious he was about his threat, Inuyasha scooted that much closer to his side of the car, grasping the door handle with stubborn determination written across his face, glaring intensely, lips pursed.

“You’re acting like a three year old,” Sesshomaru commented, his eyes not even bothering to narrow in annoyance.

“Keh. Like you would even know what a three year old looks like, you pervert!” Inuyasha manually pulled up the door’s lock.

Sesshomaru could just feel the wrinkle forming from all the stress he had to deal with in his life, this only adding to the impending doom of the foreboding, and rather impossible feat, of his nonexistent aging.

Wanting to do nothing but avoid any possible conflict tonight, Sesshomaru came to the conclusion that it was best just to appease his flighty guest. “I’m unsure what the book holds.”

“Bullshit!” Inuyasha accused.

Sesshomaru stared back in a deadpanned manner. “I haven’t been able to open it since old magic seems to be protecting it.”

The car suddenly stopped, halting all conversation as a valet man scurried over to open the door for the two.

“In any case, shall we enjoy what’s left of the night in a leisurely fashion and leave the trivialities until tomorrow?” Sesshomaru suggested, looking at Inuyasha, before even considering getting out of the car.

“Uhh...” Inuyasha stammered a bit, somewhat taken aback by the... dare he say it... sparkle lighting up Sesshomaru’s eyes. It was almost as if the seemingly tired demon was somewhat excited in his anticipation of this... business dinner (Inuyasha refused to think of it as a date because it wasn’t!). “Sure?” was the only thing the hanyou could get out as he felt that new, exciting, yet annoyingly bothersome warm sensation make its way southward to the depths of his belly.

“Excellent.” Sesshomaru’s lips quirked ever so slightly, the closest thing Inuyasha had ever seen to a genuine smile from the otherwise emotionally challenged demon.

And with that, both climbed out of the car, taking in the magnificent sight of the front entrance before being escorted by some... (What the hell were they called?) escorting person to the front doors, and ushered inside to the host.

Inuyasha remained complacently quiet, mindlessly following as the host led them through the weaving tables. However, as they continued further and further back past numerous empty tables, the hanyou grew more and more suspicious.

“Is this entire area reserved for a private party or something?” he asked quietly, bumping shoulders with his dinner dat- business partner!- to ensure he had his attention.

“No, the dinner rush simply has yet to start,” Sesshomaru replied as they turned down a row of very private-looking booths.

“Huh? Then what the hell is wrong with all those other tables?” Inuyasha demanded. “Are they not good enough for your royal ass or something?”

“No, they aren’t.” The seriousness in which that answer was said actually surprised Inuyasha; he had half expected the demon to not even answer, let alone in such a solemn tone. However, finally, two more tables ahead, two flights of staircases up and three booths more and the older male finally decided on the apparently perfect booth (Inuyasha had no idea, nor did he really give a rat’s ass, that this table had been reserved for them ahead of time).

Once seated, the host rushed off again, obviously in a frantic mess with one of the most important people in Edopolis currently inhabiting his restaurant.

“Alright, what gives?” Inuyasha said, his face scrunched up in completely wary of the other demon’s intentions for the night, especially since there seemed to be no other occupants of the second floor they were in (aka he had no one he could run to for help should the demon corner him).

Sesshomaru didn’t say anything and simply raised an inquisitive brow (though it definitely looked like it was an inquisitive, amused eyebrow! Oh, yes, the bastard had different eyebrow expressions to make up for his lack of personality other than bastardliness).

“When you said to dress nice I didn’t exactly expect you’d be taking me to a place like this.”

“You thought I’d take you to The Bone Eaters Well again?” Sesshomaru questioned, surprised. At Inuyasha’s look he received his answer. “Ridiculous. I’d never take a... special acquaintance, such as yourself, to the same place twice.”

“Don’t see why not... they had really good drinks...” Inuyasha mumbled sullenly, something approaching in his peripheral vision catching his attention.

As if it was a touch of destiny (or Sesshomaru making sure ahead of time that they would have drinks prepared for their immediate arrival) drinks came, thoroughly amazing Inuyasha. Apparently the bastard had remembered that he liked dry martinis, shaken and not stirred, complete with an olive.

Hm, not too shabby, Inuyasha mentally approved, pulling his drink close and taking a tentative sip. He really did like olives... Something inside of him was ridiculously giddy with the knowledge of the demon remembering something as small as what he’d ordered from before, causing the hanyou to unconsciously start twitching about slightly with inner enthusiasm.

“Perhaps I should have taken you to The Miasma, since you seem unable to sit still for more than a few seconds at a time,” Sesshomaru observed, scrutinizing Inuyasha and his jittery behaviors. What was the hanyou fussing about now?

“Eh? Ah, shut up, I’m just not used to places like this, alright! Besides, how would you know if I’d even like The Miasma?”

“Seeing as how you seemed to not only take pleasure in the atmosphere, but the company you were in as well, leads me to believe that you did, in fact, enjoy yourself.”

“T-Take pleasure in-! C-Compan-!! How the hell would you-?!” sputtered an embarrassed half-demon, turning a very pretty shade of crimson.

Sesshomaru simply raised a brow, once again inquiring about Inuyasha’s intelligence, or lack thereof. The hanyou in turn growled embarrassingly, taking note that he was seeing Sesshomaru Brow Expression Number Two. However, suddenly it dawned on him what the bastard was initially inquiring about.

“Oh yeah... You... own the place, right? Right...” Inuyasha trailed off, trying to look any other place but in the direction of the demon in front of him who was more than likely looking back at him in a smug fashion. Then, as if to gain some footing on the ground they were apparently setting for each other, the hanyou retorted, “Well, the music sucks. You should have someone look into that. Not worth dancing to at all.”

“Hm,” Sesshomaru made a noise through his nose, as if to contradict what Inuyasha had stated about the supposedly horrible music played at The Miasma. “Perhaps...” Sesshomaru trailed off slightly, an odd sultry aura encompassing his person as he looked at Inuyasha through half-lidded eyes, stealing the hanyou’s olive again and massaging it between his lips and fingers.

Inuyasha’s eyes were in rapt attention, following every wet, plump curve of the olive as it bathed between the folds of Sesshomaru’s mouth, giving it the occasional caressing lick and sensual suck every so often. Before the half-demon knew it his mouth hung open and quivered every so often, completely entranced by those lips...

Sesshomaru now snugly held the olive between his claws, eyeing it with a seductive look that said he was envisioning the piece of fruit as a part of someone’s body and not as a ripe piece of produce. “Perhaps you’d like to go to The Miasma tonight and show me what you deem suitable music to be, or rather, how to... move to it?” the demon said, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes momentarily drifted to the side, looking out the one-way mirrors to the restaurant below.

The suggestion was completely lost on Inuyasha, seeing as how every aspect of his attention was focused on that olive; his lower regions pulling a page out of the books of Pavlov’s dogs and very nearly drooling in hopes of a repeat performance from the Boner’s Well.

Unfortunately his hopes were destroyed in the most non-arousing way possible as the olive suddenly disappeared from sight behind moist lips and was chewed and swallowed in two decisive bites.

Several parts of Inuyasha’s body slumped in disappointment at the sudden change in mood. “Why do you always have to steal my olives?” he complained, gripping his martini and taking several oversized sips. “I happen to like them, you know.”

“Hm.” The demon’s attention turned back to the table. “I’m sure.”

Eye quirked, Inuyasha glanced out the window to see what the hell had captured the other’s attention. What he saw caused his mouth to drop open in shock and his body to launch forward into the window so hard that his nose started throbbing from its plastered position.

What the hell was he doing here with HER?!?

His forehead and lips joined the throbbing protest as well now.

“Who is she?”

Inuyasha’s head whipped around at the question asked in carefully blank interest, not realizing he had said that exclamation out loud. “None of your damn business,” he snapped, reaching past his own partially empty glass to Sesshomaru’s much larger full one.

Knowing full well that he was probably going to be jumped by some thugs in a dark alley within the next few days for such an offense, Inuyasha downed the unknown drink, face scrunching as it burned only after it hit his stomach. Making a mental note to ask what the hell was in that stuff later, he returned to his plastered position, missing both the annoyed twitch in Sesshomaru’s brow and the signal for refills.

What the hell? Inuyasha mentally questioned as he watched Kouga play the part of a perfect gentleman and pull out a chair for Kagome before eagerly skipping (yes, skipping) to his own seat. What were they doing here? Together? How did they get here so fast? Surely Kouga wouldn’t drive at his obscenely dangerous speeds with a female in the car! And how the hell did they get in here in the first place? The Kotodama was supposed to only be for the best of the best and richest of the richest! Surely no mangy wolf could fool his way in, even if he was wearing…

A disbelieving gasp sounded as the lowly detective noticed what the wolf demon was wearing. That bastard had on a nicer suit than he did! Where the hell did he get that?! Quickly racking his brain, Inuyasha was positive he didn’t see that outfit in Kouga’s closet when raiding it earlier. That dickface held out on him! How dare he! When he got his hands on his ass...

The half-demon’s murderous thoughts came to an abrupt halt as the world suddenly went black. Pulling back a bit, Inuyasha blinked in confusion as he looked up at the window – no longer a window but a black, you-can’t-see-through-me-ha-ha! window – before allowing his attention to wander around the room as if to confirm that the electricity was still working.

Grumbling, Inuyasha returned to his seated position and grabbed his magically refilled glass and downed its contents, not really giving a damn if it was a martini or a margarita or a Mr. Prissy Pants drink with an umbrella. “Why can’t we sit out in the big Dining Hall with all the normal people?” he groused, casting a forlorn glance at the opaque window.

Sesshomaru placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward, resting his chin in his hands. “Because you and I are far above those normal peons below us.”

Inuyasha blinked, feeling more than a little clueless as to how he was supposed to react to such a statement. It took him a moment to realize that what the demon before was implementing included everyone and not just the two that were originally in mind.

“Alright, what gives?” the half-demon demanded, eyes narrowing dangerously. “You and I are both well aware that a half-blood of any status could never be considered above everyone dining down there. Just what the hell are you trying to get at?”

Sesshomaru drew back, almost as if he were disappointed. “Is it so wrong to try to help one get lost in a few pleasant delusions when being treated to dinner?”

Inuyasha snorted. “And why would I want to lose myself in any delusions involving you?”

“Because I’m not the type that goes for one night stands, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru replied seriously. “Knowing that, your feeble mind should be able to draw the correct conclusions.”

There was a pause as the demon drank from his glass, patiently waiting for the hanyou’s brain to work out what he was implying.

The dark cloud that suddenly seemed to form over the white head indicated that all thoughts were present and accounted for. “That was a onetime mistake,” Inuyasha growled threateningly. “I have absolutely no intention of being in a relationship with you of all people, even if you were the last goddamned demon on earth.”

Sesshomaru’s eyes seemed to flash at this, but rather than grow angry, he smiled softly instead. “And what if I told you I had all the answers you’re looking for, including the ones you don’t seek?”

Confusion marred Inuyasha’s face. Unless that was some creepy, super cheesy pick-up line, he had absolutely no idea just what Sesshomaru was getting at. But before he could voice his thoughts, golden eyes looked at some point behind him and the demon leaned back.

“Perhaps it would be best to save this conversation for a later date and concentrate on our food for now.”

Inuyasha scowled. “I’m not hungry,” he lied, crossing his arms defiantly, staring as a large platter of steamed lobster was suddenly placed before him. “Hey!” he swallowed as the delectable scent momentarily overpowered his senses. “I-!” The waiter left as quickly as he came, leaving behind not only their meals, but a fresh round of drinks as well. “I didn’t order this!” Inuyasha complained to the only person he could – his dinner companion. “…Did we even order in the first place?”

“Such trivialities were taken care of before we even arrived,” Seshomaru explained. “Why? Is it not to your liking?”

Not to his liking? This lobster looked like it was a damned demon offspring, it was so huge! Hell YES it was to his liking! But Inuyasha was also well aware that it was more than likely the most expensive item on the menu.

“I can’t afford this!” he hissed, forced to lean around the red monstrosity so that his apprehension could be properly known to the rich bastard before him.

“I already told you, this is my treat,” Sesshomaru said as he swallowed his own mouthful of steak. “I’ve no intentions of letting you pay.”

Inuyasha bared his fangs. “And I already told you that I have no intention of getting myself physically, romantically or otherwise involved with the likes of you! If this is the use you have for me that you were talking about then you can forget it.”

Sesshomaru watched as the younger man downed his drink, obviously intent on not letting it go to waste. But before he could slam it down with flourish and announce, “I’m leaving!” like some pathetic, over-emotional woman, the crime lord spoke. “Calm down. My original intentions for you aren’t nearly as pleasant.”

“And wuzzat supposed to mean?” Inuyasha demanded, batting away the waiter’s hands as the man replaced his drink a little too slow for his liking.

“It means I have other uses for you.” Sesshomaru pulled the new drink out of Inuyasha’s reach and indicated that he should put something in his stomach before continuing his binge.

Pouting at the glass that was now too far away for his liking, the half-demon ignored the unspoken command. “What uses?”

“I will tell you later.”

“Why not now?”

Sesshomaru sighed. A three year old, indeed. “Because I don’t like mixing business with pleasure and this dinner was not meant for business.”

It took a few seconds, but in the end, Inuyasha’s stomach insisted it was a satisfactory answer and promptly took control, demanding to be fed.

- - -

Bumping shoulders with some random stranger, Inuyasha staggered to the side, casting the person a drunken glare before hurrying to catch up to the inu demon he was following, grabbing the back of his jacket to ensure they didn’t lose one another.

Suppressing a growl at the head he felt hit his back, Sesshomaru stopped and waited for the crowd to pass before casting a look behind him that clearly said, ‘Release my jacket, you fool, before I physically castrate your balls and feed them to my dogs.’

It took a few seconds for Inuyasha to get the message that the other was actually embarrassed by his actions, but when it hit him, it was all the hanyou could do but smile and blush in happiness. Why happiness? Hell, he didn’t know. But as he realized that his cheeks were heated and red, Inuyasha did his best to bury his face in the warm backside in an attempt to hide from the eyes that Sesshomaru surely had in the back of his head.

The figure momentarily stiffened, but before the tightwad could actually start growling at him, the P.I. straightened and moved around to walk at the demon’s side, a frown marring his features.

“Geez, with your intimacy issues it’s no wonder you’re single,” Inuyasha grumbled, taking the lead in a clueless sort of fashion.

“I do not have intimacy issues,” Sesshomaru countered, doing his best to subtly steer the drunkard in the general direction of the The Kotodama’s elevators with as little weaving and stumbling as possible. “And I’m never letting you drink anything stronger than a Root Beer in my presence ever again.”

“Tch, asshole,” cursed Inuyasha as he was suddenly yanked away from an elderly group and found himself facing a whole new set of scenery that he hadn’t seen before. Woah! How’d he get lost so fast? Not daring to say that he no longer knew where they were going (as all men are apt to do), he did his best to bring his mind to the conversation at hand. “…What were we talking about again?”

“How your levels of idiocy never cease to astound me,” Sesshomaru drawled, nodding politely to a passing fox demon.

“Oh yeah! You do too have intimacy issues! Ha! How do you ever expect us to become a couple with such a problem?” The pair stopped in front of several shiny doors and a call button was pushed. “Because you see, I! I am Mr. Intimacy. The ladies line up for miles at the chance to get intimate with me. And Mr. Intimacy delivers! I’m intimate with each and every one of them for years and years and years. That’s why I’ve only been with two women so far, see?” The detective took a moment to pause here, attempting to be polite enough for the other to put in his two cents.

“Commitment.”

The pause lasted a few more seconds. “…Eh?”

Sesshomaru’s head turned to look down at the hanyou beside him. “The word you’re looking for – what you are talking about – is commitment. Not intimacy.”

Inuyasha’s brows drew in, his mouth open, fully ready to retort that he most certainly did not have commitment issues when a mysterious ‘ding!’ pierced through the air, instantly capturing his attention and causing him to look wildly about for its source. This was immediately followed by a soft ‘whoosh’ as the shiny doors before him magically opened, not to reveal outside like he had assumed, but a tiny room with walls covered in mirrors and numerous tiny lights sparkling along the ceiling.

“Hey, this is just like the funhouses at the carnivals I used to go to as a kid!” Inuyasha exclaimed, pushing his way past Sesshomaru so that he could enter the elevator and stare up at the bright lights until tiny dots danced before his eyes.

Sighing as he watched his counterpart go cross-eyed and blink rapidly in confusion, Sesshomaru entered the elevator as well. “I don’t understand why I try…” he muttered as he pressed a button and the doors slid shut.

Inuyasha sent him a glare, wondering what the hell he was muttering about when it hit him. They were in an elevator! Trapped! With no way out. This was the perfect opportunity to interrogate his suspect about the…the…the jewel! But he had to be subtle. Because while the bastard had nowhere to run, he could clam up if he got suspicious. Yes, being subtle was key. Subtly subtle…

Damn. How the hell was he supposed to be subtle over such an infamous item?

Whirling around, he jabbed a finger into the hard chest before him. It hurt, but he ignored the pain. “You know,” he began, “I didn’t just sit around with my thumbs up my ass while you were gone.”

A finely shaped brow rose at the way the hanyou was wincing and rubbing his pointer finger. “Pity,” Sesshomaru spoke.

Inuyasha was quick to return his finger to the task of bouncing it on what might as well have been a concrete wall. “Yeah, I went out and did a little snooping.”

“Around my offices?” Sesshomaru ventured to knowingly guess, raising his hand to satisfy the suddenly insane urge he had to run his claws through the other’s thick mane.

“Yes. …No. Wait…” Inuyasha frowned in confusion, his train of thought derailing at the pleasure he was now feeling in his scalp. “Not around your offices. Around…other places.”

“Oh?” Sesshomaru’s hand left the silver strands. “And what were you doing at these other places?”

Large golden eyes looked up and narrowed (How dare he be taller than me!) as Inuyasha unconsciously leaned forward, fisting the edges of Sesshomaru’s jacket, wordlessly demanding for the petting to continue. “There’s this jewel, see? The…the…” Inuyasha trailed off, his mind drawing a complete blank. “Damn. It’s big, and pink, and hard…”

“Can you be a little more specific? I can think of several things that fit such a description.” Rather than give in to the demand, the finely clawed hand dropped down to the hanyou’s belt and tugged him a bit closer.

Inuyasha’s eyes widened before a coy smile took over. So that was how he wanted to play, eh?

Arms slid up to grip strong shoulders. “Mmm, me too. Word on the street says it’s the Shikon no Tama.”

The spark of interest shining in Sesshomaru’s eyes sharpened to suspicion. “The Shikon no Tama?” he repeated, pulling back as the elevator dinged. “Hnn.”  The demon turned and walked out, leaving Inuyasha to sputter behind him.

The hanyou vaulted into action, determined to never again let the bastard ignore him like he usually did. As he approached the suite door the demon had gone into, he sent his best glare at the other who seemed too preoccupied at the mini bar to notice him just yet.

Or so he thought.

“As I recall you like your martinis dry, shaken not stirred,” the demon threw over his shoulder.

Inuyasha walked into the room, throwing the door shut behind him. “With an olive,” he mumbled.

“Of course,” the demon smirked, finishing the martinis and turning around. “Have a seat.”

The half-demon eyed him critically as he sat down on the comfy leather couch before them, accepting the martini he was handed. He sipped it happily, his body relaxing again as more alcohol was introduced to it.

“I could do this every night,” Inuyasha said happily, sinking back into the couch with his drink.

“Indeed,” came the deep response to his right.

Inuyasha blinked as he felt his glass move a bit, now only realizing his olive was gone! Did he eat it? Did it fall out when he was drinking it? Did-

“Perhaps we can leave this talk of the jewel for later, Inuyasha,” the demon whispered against the hanyou’s ear, a clawed hand resting on Inuyasha’s thigh rubbing in hypnotizing (molesting!) circles.

Shit, shit, shit! He was so not comfortable in this position!! He needed out... He needed... need-ed... Oh, that was a nice feeling, Sesshomaru’s breath caressing his ear in warmth and those fingers... Oh hell, those fingers... they were really...

Oh, fuck. He needed to look somewhere else besides those golden depths, that enticing mouth or that skillfully clawed hand on his leg. Inuyasha’s own eyes flickered in lazy determination off to the side where he caught sight of the olive that Sesshomaru had all but abandoned in lieu of molesting him... Oh god, that hand was getting... getting closer... closer… to, shit!

“You... bastard, always stealing my olive...” was the only coherent thing the hanyou could get out as his breath hitched and heat pooled in his cheeks and nether regions. Thankfully, whatever little coherency he had left gave him ample strength and brain power to make a move for the olive in question. However, just as Inuyasha was about to stick the olive he had stolen back into his mouth with smug satisfaction he made the mistake of turning his head to the side, coming face to face with a very enticing looking visage.

Inuyasha froze, his face only an inch or two away from touching Sesshomaru’s. Inhaling shakily, the half-demon’s mouth hung slightly ajar, his eyes moving frantically from the piercing golden eyes to the moist lips below that were parted just so and back again.

“Well,” the demon began, his warm breath ghosting over Inuyasha’s face before looking off to the side for a moment to grab the olive from Inuyasha’s raised grasp. He brought the fruit up to Inuyasha’s lips himself and continued with, “I suppose I’ll just have to share it then, now won’t I?”

Sesshomaru leaned forward, causing the hanyou in front of him to go cross-eyed as he pressed the luscious fruit against Inuyasha’s lips before pressing his own to the small olive in a shared kiss.

In the time that it took Inuyasha’s eyes to focus, let alone for his brain to catch up that Sesshomaru was moving in to KISS him (like some girl!), it was too late.

The youkai’s mouth was warm and soft and subtly insistent against Inuyasha’s. Before he knew it, Sesshomaru had pushed the olive into Inuyasha’s mouth, his tongue not far behind.

Kissing with tongue really was a great thing... whoever thought of that, Inuyasha decided almost immediately, really deserved an award... maybe the Nobel Peace Prize... cause there was seriously no way that anything couldn’t be achieved by using tongue. If everyone in the world found a nice tongue to relish in the world would have no wars or fighting and everything would be great and peachy!

Ooooh, and hands. Hands, too, were very nice, especially when they were massaging the crease between groin and thigh that made the person’s body feel like jelly... that was really, very...

As hands massaged and tongues caressed, the olive itself was still whole in the hanyou’s mouth. It was almost like either male was using the olive as an excuse to continue pressing their mouths to the others, let alone battling over the fruit in Inuyasha’s mouth with slick, skilled, and somewhat passionate tongues. The demon stroked over the smaller fangs before delving further into the warm cavern, relishing the unique taste the hanyou possessed.

However, the next moment in an act of curious interest, Sesshomaru wrapped his tongue around the olive within Inuyasha’s mouth and pulled it into his own, hoping, with what little coherent thought he had left, that the enticing little half-demon would follow.

And follow Inuyasha did, pressing against that sinful mouth and probing its depths with a fierceness that surprised not only Sesshomaru but himself as well. For some reason, however, neither seemed to have a problem with it, especially when Sesshomaru took the opportunity given to him to slip his crafty claws into the hanyou’s pants, using expert prowess to undo and unzip them without a single tear (or without the half-demon knowing right away). Only when the younger male’s breath hitched in the most erotic way, inhaling shakily and exhaling hotly, was Sesshomaru given the tell-tale sign that Inuyasha’s brain had caught up with his body, giving an instinctual jerk into the hand palming his penis.

“I-” Inuyasha tried saying incoherently, having temporarily pulled away to say something that now escaped his hazy, pleasure-clouded mind.

“Mmmm,” was the only response the half-demon received as Sesshomaru’s tongue delved back into Inuyasha’s mouth, savoring the musky flavor as he inched his hand below a now full erection to fondle quivering balls, pushing him back into the couch.

Inuyasha moaned lowly, head lolling back onto shoulders, giving the imposing demon above even more access to whatever he pleased. Sesshomaru wretched his lips away, taking in a much needed breath before diving back in for more, only for Inuyasha to snatch up the olive, attempting to lure the youkai back to him as he pulled more of Sesshomaru’s weight on top of him.

Sesshomaru grinned, highly amused (and turned on) by the half-demon’s seductive olive stealing abilities, before moving to straddle the younger male and deepening their kiss. He gave Inuyasha’s engorged penis an appreciative tug, moaning slightly himself as he felt warm liquid lather his fingers. However, just as the two desperate mouths were about to connect in a stuttering mess of oral sex (and hand jobs) he suddenly felt the hanyou go limp in his arms.

It took over twenty seconds for what just happened to register in Sesshomaru’s mind before he scowled darkly and pulled himself away from the –now- sleeping hanyou.

As he stood up and straightened his clothes with a calming breath he debated on simply leaving the infuriating idiot upon the couch. However, when the boy whimpered about some bother he encountered in his sleep and curled into the cushions he changed his mind and picked the youth up, taking him to the bedroom.

A grin slid onto his face as he divested Inuyasha of his clothes, taking his time revealing each expanse of skin to his still hungry eyes until he was completely nude. Sesshomaru wouldn’t have been able to say how long he simply stood there gazing at the unconscious body lying comfortably on his silk sheets, but by the time he looked up the sun was already beginning to rise, as was his once forgotten ire.

He made a face as he made quick to find today’s clothes for himself. Before he left, he jotted a note down and looked back at the slumbering hanyou.

“Never say I have no honor, you miserable half-breed.”

And with that, the youkai left the suite.

 

 

 

Chapter end.