Instinct

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Instinct: Thinking Too Much
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Warm hands traveled down his chest, stroking the smooth skin and downy-fine body hairs alike as the fingers reached his ribs and traced the line of muscle and bone. He arched at the touch, eyes closing at the familiarity. Not only was he used to the stroking hands, but they had traveled these same paths often enough to know what would make him moan. Calluses made the caressing hands rough in a way that should have turned his libido off, but instead it flared higher at the slight catch and pull against his skin. His temperature rose, flushing his cheeks and groin with heat. The hands stroked lower, covering every inch of him with the feel of toughened skin until finally they reached his hips. The clearly-defined line of muscle there was examined thoroughly with wide-spread palms, and then a single claw drew delicately down one crease. It was enough to leave a tiny red welt in its wake without breaking the skin, and he shivered deliciously at the pressure. The claw stopped and withdrew while he squirmed, wanting badly for it to continue.

He drew in a deep breath through his nose, smelling the rich scent of arousal and amusement as the motion was repeated on his other hip. His torment was funny, was it? Well, two could play this game. Without opening his eyes, he reached toward the arms attached to the hands teasing his body, intending to turn the tables--

--and stopped as the claw kept going. It wound a small curl of pubic hair around itself and tugged, very gently. His hands clamped down on well-muscled forearms so he’d have something to hang onto, and a needy whine came from the back of his throat somewhere. He felt one forearm flex at his whine, and the claw became five that scratched, oh-so-gently, through the nest of hair at the crux of his thighs and up the erect cock it found there. A callused palm came to rest against the tip, and a gasp broke from him at the sensation as it moved in a slow circle that scraped ridged skin over the tiny hole there.

Maybe turning the tables could wait a little while…

His eyes squeezed tighter shut, but the tingle of amusement in his nose made him bare his teeth defiantly. It was a ridiculous gesture with him laying flat on his back, hands clutching the other’s forearms to prevent the hand on his rod from leaving, but it conveyed his annoyance. He wasn’t a pup to play keep-away with. He wanted what he ached for, and if the owner of that wonderful hand kept this up, he’d never get it. He wanted, as in right now!

He felt the forearms under his hands shift, and breath puffed against his collarbone a moment before a tongue swiped along it. That sent a whole new cascade of shivery feelings through his gut, and it poured straight into his groin. Warm, moist licks and the occasional nibble of careful fangs followed the same route callused hands had taken previously, and he whimpered under the assault, his teeth no longer bared. Oh. Well. Amusement at his expense wasn’t anything to get upset about if this was the result. Laugh it up. Or down, in this case.

He whimpered again, and a chuckle answered him. That didn’t seem right; for some reason, he’d expected a growl. His brain kicked somewhere under the lust, and he tried to think. He couldn’t recall why the touch was familiar but the throaty chortle didn’t fit with it. Most of his attention was on the tongue dragging down his hip-crease, but the strangely important unease forced his eyes open. He looked down his body, saw white, and had just enough time to realize it was hair.

Then, gold eyes met his.

Kouga woke with a startled snort, legs uncurling in a sudden kick at nothing. *Wha--who--I--how…huh?* His hands splayed open for support against the fur under him while wide blue eyes flicked frantically around in a search for threats marred by the fact that he was so sleep-fuzzled he couldn’t focus. He couldn’t even remember where he was. He blinked a few times and shook his head to clear it, the earthen darkness seeping into his awareness and reassuring him that he was safe. *It was just a dream.* Adrenaline made his elbows unlock, and he dropped back into the furs with a disgruntled noise. “Oi. Weird dream.”

Really, really weird dream, and he felt kind of confused that he had to shift his hips to accommodate what it had left him with. A quick glance around the dim den showed no dog demon, and he let his hand wander down to his erection. He couldn’t quite recall what exactly the dream had been about, but obviously he’d liked it. He stroked half-heartedly, still trying to remember what had excited him so. The image of golden eyes drifted through his mind, and he frowned. *Why am I thinking of that? Strange…do I even know anyone with gold eyes? Seems like I should, but heck if I can remember. Eh, it was just a dream.* It probably wasn’t important, anyhow. As it was, he couldn’t even bring himself to climax. His member softened in his hand, and he shrugged and sat up with a sigh.

Daylight streamed into the den in a ragged oval on the fire rat fur nearest the tunnel entrance, and Kouga judged it to be a little after dawn by its dimness. The third day of Inuyasha’s rut had begun. He wondered why the dog demon hadn’t woken him for sex before leaving and remembered belatedly about the events of yesterday. Apparently, his brain was still captivated by dreaming and hadn’t woken up completely. *Rrrr. I never sleep that heavily.* At least, not since his father had died. Yet another reminder that he’d lost his foremost position in the pack, and his brain finally kick-started back into the present.

Eyeing the puddle of light on the floor apprehensively, he circled around it to sniff at the indent left next to the tunnel. It smelled of heavy musk and spicy anger, and Kouga looked up the short tunnel warily. * He’s rutting, but he’s still mad at me, I guess. But he didn’t take me in here. It might be respect for my claim on the den.* If that was the case, then the dog really had accepted him back into the pack, and something relaxed in him that he hadn’t realized had been tense. *Why wouldn’t he demand I go outside, then? That would be his right.* He didn’t like to think like that, but it was the alpha’s right to use him wherever and whenever he wished. He slapped his pride down firmly, his mind no longer clouded by sleepy confusion. *It’d be easy to talk myself out of this, but no. It’d be pointless. He’s alpha until this is over.* Stubborn he might be, but he wasn’t stupid. The dog had won.

The wolf put a hand on the packed earth of the tunnel, but hesitated. *Shit. He’s gotta be waiting out there for me.* Reaccepted into the pack, yes, but forgiven, no. His tail lowered, and he only fought it for a second before giving in to his wolf side. So far, it had been his demon intelligence that had gotten in the way; if he’d listened to instinct all along, he’d have saved himself a lot of trouble. Right now, instinct was telling him he was in the wrong, and it was his duty to make up with the leader of the pack. Since wolf instincts didn’t have the thought processes of his demon half, they didn’t seem to understand the concept of procrastination. Or maybe they just weren’t going to let him delay any longer. Whatever reason, now that Kouga was awake his wolf side was too persistent to cut him any slack.

It was rather annoying, actually.

*Alright, already! I’ll go be a good beta wolf and grovel for forgiveness. If he’ll let me, that is. Goddamn dog turd’s got his head up his ass half the time, and if yesterday is anything like today, I’m gonna make fuck-all progress with him.* He crawled up the tunnel and blinked in the comparatively bright light of the new day, letting his eyes adjust before leaving the den completely and exposing himself to whatever waited outside. The clearing reeked of the sickly-sweet scent that came from blood and meat left to decay in the sun for three days, and it was still unnerving to hear absolutely nothing out there. Flies buzzed faintly, but that was it. No birds called, no small animals moved, and the chance of a larger animal living anywhere within earshot was slim to none. To him, that was a warning of a bigger, meaner demon predator than him out there, and he swept the meadow with an eye for white hair.

“Inuyasha?” he called. Pulling his upper body out of the den tunnel, he glanced into the trees surrounding the clearing. The rut-musk had settled over the area heavily, so the dog demon had to be nearby. Either that, or Inuyasha had reached the peak of his rut. *That could be. It’s been two full days and a night…he wouldn’t have gone far, though, if he’s at the height of rutting. He let me sleep ‘til morning, but only he knows why.* His legs drew up underneath him so he could kneel just within the tunnel’s shelter., and his tail curled around his knees. If he had to go by the smell alone, there were only a few places the dog could be hiding: out in the long grass of the meadow, up in a tree, or right above his head on top of the den. *And if I go looking, he’ll knock me down and disappear again afterward. Hmmm. Okay, Kouga-pup, what would I have done if Father was waiting to knock me head-over-tail for being a blockhead?*

The rusty pack skills from the days of his father’s rule were coming back slowly as he ceased fighting them, but he still found it easier to think of that part of himself as a pup. The pup tucked his tail closer and brought his head down between his shoulders, making himself seem smaller and unthreatening. An anxious whine followed, wavering out into the deserted meadow uncertainly. The sound was a wolf’s loneliness and dread of punishment, and Kouga inched out in its wake, knowing he’d brought it on himself. He was a wolf abandoned, and desolate in his solitude. Another whine followed, ending in a dejected canine sob.

A rumbling growl whipped his head around and up to see crimson-aqua eyes, and for a moment, Kouga sat paralyzed by Inuyasha’s gaze. The white demon was indeed perched right about the den entrance, waiting for the wolf to emerge. Long, blood-stained claws gripped the dirt on either side of the top of the tunnel, close enough to make the darker demon swallow hard at the implied threat, and gleaming hair fell over one pale-skinned shoulder nearly to those claws. Blue eyes flicked automatically down his rival’s body and squinted in a wince at the raging erection Inuyasha sported.

*No question what he was waiting for.* As if there ever had been? The night’s sleep had closed most of the injuries Inuyasha had inflicted on him previously, and he wasn’t eager to reopen them. He could think of worse things, however. *Found him, anyway. Now what?*

The dog demon continued to growl, low and steady, but he hadn’t pounced despite his ready posture. Kouga took that as a good sign and turned around to face him with a whine that pleaded for reconciliation. *Niiiice doggy. Kouga-pup can be good, you’ll see.* He put his own hands on the side of the tunnel slowly, watching for anything that might hint that Inuyasha was about to attack him. Not that he could do much if the dog chose to, but he wasn’t trying to piss the mutt off. Lifting himself off his heels, he straightened up toward the white demon and whined appealingly. The dog’s growl intensified as Inuyasha snapped his head back out of range, and Kouga sat down immediately with an apologetic whimper. *Crap. Dammit, mutt, gimme a damn chance, would ya?*

As soon as Kouga retreated, the white dog moved back into his crouch, looking down at the wolf kneeling below him. Red eyes were narrowed suspiciously, but his growl lowered back into the sound that let his wayward packmember know he was displeased with him. Hunger and anger had driven him from the den earlier, temporarily drowning out the rut, but he’d spent the time before dawn gnawing on one of the carcasses and slaughtering carrion flies. The insects weren’t as satisfying as bigger prey, but chasing and smashing them had been something to do while he waited for the wolf to wake. Now that the wolf was awake, the rut was kept at bay by irritation.

He was not happy with Kouga. His growl changed pitch slightly, and the wolf’s tail slapped the ground nervously in response.

*He’s not attacking or running off…maybe I just went too fast. I’m not a pup, and he’s not gonna react to me like one.* The basics were much the same, but adults were meant to take responsibility for their stupidity. So much for relying on puppyhood memories. A more recent memory came to mind: the alpha bitch of the pack, creeping toward him. *Hakkaku and Ginta would know what to do.* And they had known. He should know, too. Instinct stopped tickling at the edge of his mind and gave him a rude thump in the head. *Ah, yeah. That would work.* He sighed. *I never thought I’d say it, but I need to stop thinking so much.*

Kouga looked down and shuffled backward on his knees a couple feet, putting some distance between himself and the dog demon without withdrawing from the range of an effortless swat from lethal claws. Inuyasha tensed as if to leap but relaxed when it was clear the wolf didn’t intend to flee. It was a gesture of respect, not an attempt at retreat. Eyes downcast, Kouga rested his hands on his knees and quietly waited. The continuous growl lowered to a background rumble as Inuyasha digested the change.

This…felt right, for both of them, one inexperienced in submission and the other blurred by demon blood and rut. The troublesome lower male had presented himself to the dominant male for judgment. It was Inuyasha’s turn in the pack ritual.

One leap landed him behind the kneeling wolf, but the black-haired demon didn’t turn. Pointed ears perked alertly, and that was all. Until he was acknowledged by the pack leader, this was his role. Head held high, Inuyasha prowled around him in an inward-turning spiral, outwardly indifferent to the wolf while he scanned the meadow and trees for potential threats, but one white-furred ear remained trained on him. Need throbbed hotly through the dog demon’s body, thirsting for blood and sex, but duty cooled him--for the moment. He wanted to smack Kouga upside the head and teach him his place through spilled blood, but deeper instincts calmed the transformed demon.

Finally assured that nothing would dare attack, Inuyasha dropped down to sit cross-legged on the ground. The feel of grass against his cock and balls nearly cost him control, but he pushed lust aside to study the claws of his right hand. There was a snag on the forefinger, and he used his thumb-claw to shave it smooth. His growling fell silent as he switched to his other hand and examined the claws.

A tentative movement came from the wolf kneeling not five feet away. He seemed to ignore Kouga’s presence, but white dog ears flattened, and the growling began once more.

The wolf froze.

As suddenly as it had started, the growl cut off. Inuyasha’s ears stayed pinned for a minute more before slowly relaxing. He still refused to look at the other demon, and instead, he idly watched the dawnlight coming over the trees in the East.

Kouga ground his teeth in frustration. He knew he was doing this right, or the mutt wouldn’t be responding at all. Conscious impatience warred with subconscious knowledge, and he wished Inuyasha wasn’t quite so bestial. He knew the dog was punishing him for his defiance, just as he knew that the misery hovering at the edge of mind meant Inuyasha’s punishment was working, but he was a demon, too. He didn’t like being manipulated, even by himself and even if he knew he deserved it. The mutt was forcing him to submit to his will, and in the process driving the point home to the demon as well as the wolf. Who knew how long this would go on?

*Unless I get him to acknowledge me. I can do something more after that, and sooner we get this over with, the better I’ll feel.* How exactly did one get the alpha to pay attention to him? He cast about for a method, keeping his eyes down and the white demon at the limit of his peripheral vision. *It worked before…what the hell. He’s gonna take me again, one way or another.*

A sound broke the dead silence, and both white ears twitched. A brow rose over one red eye, but still Inuyasha refused to look at the wolf. Kouga yipped again, the sound strange but recently familiar. He watched the white dog’s nostrils flare, and he knew he’d succeeded in at least intriguing him. *You can’t smell my arousal because it’s not there, dogbreath. But now I’ve got you thinking about the other times I’ve made this noise, haven’t I? You’re too far into the rut to ignore this for long!* He yelped loudly. Inuyasha’s forehead creased with puzzled annoyance, but aqua-blue pupils slid over to stare at the wolf curiously.

That was all Kouga had been waiting for. His hands left his knees for the grass in front of him, and he whined a question. Crimson eyes darkened as the dog understood that he’d been tricked, but the wolf’s eagerness to please forestalled the urge to growl. Briefly baring his fangs to show his irritation at the underhanded ploy, Inuyasha lifted his head in regal tolerance and turned his head away. Grass rustled as the darker demon approached, and he watched out of the corner of his eye. Kouga’s posture was hardly threatening, every movement kept low to the ground and meek with apology.

An entire conversation accompanied the formal gestures of a packmember submitting to his alpha, words without words given voice in the body language of flashed throat and canine groveling. The whimpers and soft whines were Kouga’s apology, delivered continually while he wriggled and begged with his entire body for forgiveness. It made the adult wolf demon truly look like a pup, but all of the pack was the alpha’s pups, looking to him for protection and acceptance no matter their age. The older they were, the more right the alpha had to be pissed with their transgressions.

The display made his sincerity completely clear. Where before he had grudgingly given up only enough control to avoid discipline, this time Kouga surrendered inside and out. The wolf had been defeated, and now his biggest concern was being allowed to stay in his leader’s favor. The demon was a little more pragmatic. *If this doesn’t get him out of his snit, I don’t have a clue what else to try. Nice doggy. Look at the nice wolf, there’s a good son of a bitch. Now, don’t freak out on me, here…*

Red eyes with aqua pupils had turned to watch him openly, and, with cautious respect, the wolf demon reached up to nuzzle under Inuyasha’s chin. He held his breath, even his tail rigid with tension as the dog demon shifted, but the gesture was allowed. Kouga whimpered piteously and nudged at the thin skin under his rival’s jaw with his nose, gradually becoming more insistent. The mutt permitted it, but otherwise ignored him.

He paused, but his instincts didn’t have any guidelines for this situation. Not rejected, but still not forgiven…He couldn’t be sure if it would work, but what his nose told him about the dog’s rut gave him an idea. Even more cautiously, the wolf demon moved his hands from the ground to pale thighs and whispered, “Inuyasha?”

The quiet figure he was almost in the lap of gave him the creeps. It felt like the dog demon was a mistake away from ripping his throat out, and he wouldn’t have a second’s warning before it was all over. Yet the wolf part of him trusted the white dog. *Argh. My head’s gotta be screwed up beyond repair to try this.*

Closing his teeth gently on a lock of white hair, Kouga tugged, pulling Inuyasha forward. The paler demon resisted, then followed the pull as Kouga bent back. No longer ignoring him, the crimson gaze narrowed as if the mutt was trying to figure out what he was doing. Inuyasha’s legs uncrossed so he could lean forward, and clawed hands hit the grass on either side of the wolf’s waist to support the weightshift. Kouga bent backward under he felt grass between his shoulderblades, and it became obvious what he was doing when he let go of his mouthful of hair and turned over.

Inuyasha looked down at the wolf suddenly on all fours beneath him, his expression a mix of shock and profound bemusement. That lasted all of three seconds before the rut overwhelmed all coherent thought. A possessive rumble came from his chest, and Kouga shuddered as he risked a glance back and saw the dog’s pupils dilate with excitement.

*Oh, joy. It worked.* Now he had to live with it. He braced for the first thrust, that weird combination of relaxing the right muscles while preparing for the pain--but the white dog didn’t cover him as expected. His tail was pushed out of the way, but a thick “pwt” spitting sound and the splat of water hitting skin made Kouga’s eyes widen with surprise and relief. *I guess that means I’m forgi--ow!*

Saliva couldn’t help that first thrust as Inuyasha took him by the hips and forcefully mounted, opening the wolf’s ass with his slicked cock and causing Kouga to muffle a cry behind locked fangs. The rut had been repressed for too long. The white dog rocked violently, pushing his swollen rod deep into wet heat and snarling at the scent of fresh blood while his eyes brightened noticeably and the scars on his cheeks seemed to become more jagged. Pleasure thundered through him faster than his blood, a living thing with claws that it hooked into his lower belly and buttocks, pulling his pelvis in and out spasmodically as it kneaded like a kitten cruelly toying with a mouse. No, not pleasure; something more painful, burning the length of his cock and coiling in on itself at its base. He gasped and howled, each jerk into the wolf under him twisting that coil just a little bit tighter, and his head fell forward.

Kouga felt the white-haired head hit his shoulder, but his world had concentrated into the pain and uneven pulse of something he could barely feel as pleasure pounding into him. The dog wasn’t trying this time, but still the vicious intruder penetrating him slammed into that soft spot every other thrust. His yelps were unfeigned, full of pain he didn’t attempt to hide and need that he couldn’t have hidden anyway. *Oh gods, fuck, I can’t--I gotta--oh yes!* Hammer-blows of pleasure spiked through to his crotch, and even the pain couldn’t stop him from meeting each thrust as it came.

Dog and wolf, light and dark, moved to a rhythm that grew ever-more frantic, Kouga’s yips coming in time with Inuyasha’s grunts. Pale-skinned hands drew blood as they pulled and pushed, the claws piercing skin and Kouga didn’t even care. His own hands scrabbled at the ground, pulling up grass by the handful, but a particularly hard thrust plunged Inuyasha’s cock in to the root, and the wolf lost his balance, elbows bruising as they took his weight at an unexpected touch--light as a feather, but that was all it took--of the white demon’s scrotum swinging forward to brush his. That touch could counteract a hundred first thrusts, and he lost whatever grip on his resolve he’d had left.

“Gods! Oh, oh gods, oh please--“ He ran out of air, which was fine because he didn’t know what the hell he’d been saying, and sucked in a lungful he lost in a moan when Inuyasha growled in his ear. If the white dog had been possessive before, this was the sound of someone so confidently dominant he’d staked his claim and expected him to know his place: under him, taking the brutal thrusts as he rode toward climax. Blue eyes glazed as Kouga’s upper thought processes shattered into random images of a human girl and wolves, the urgent need in his erect member beating through him until one trembling hand left the grass to grope down his body. He had to, had to--

Twisted into a knot in Inuyasha’s gut, something finally snapped. The coil unwound with a backlash fierce enough to freeze the white dog’s body while filling his muscles with fire, and a loud bark of pain drew out into a exultant howl. His head shot up, tossing his hair back as his spine arched and drove one last, hard thrust into the dark demon crouched under him. The tip of his cock nearly bruised Kouga’s prostate with its force, and the wolf shrieked as hot semen sprayed his most hidden, sensitive spot. In his hand, Kouga’s rod jerked twice with his hips involuntary movement. He came an instant later, a howl of his own filling the clearing

They collapsed as one, panting hard. The dog’s muscles drained of the sweet fire, leaving him shaky in its absence despite the constant burn of demon blood in his veins. His spine relaxed and dropped his head down to rest on a tanned shoulder again. Tangles of knotted black hair stuck to his forehead. Sweat from his chest dripped onto Kouga’s back, mingling with the wolf’s own sweat and becoming a sticky mire that caught long strands of the rutting demon’s white hair between their bodies. It created a web of salty sweat and hair that captured heat and concentrated the already-strong scent of sex. A human might have found the scent to be unpleasant with its heavy overtones of musk and blood.

Dazed as Kouga was, to him it smelled fresh. Neither clean nor dirty, but raw. The sweat hadn’t had time to sour with age, and, frankly, he found it difficult to wrinkle his nose at the smell of the dog’s rut or semen since his limbs still quivered with his own orgasm. The blood smell warned him not to try and move immediately, and he absently tried to use the mush that filled his head at the moment. *I suppose this means I’ve been forgiven…probably not my best idea ever, but it worked, didn’t it? I’m pretty sure it did, anyway. I’d find out, but I can’t seem to move. My legs are kinda numb.* This might have to do with someone laying on him, but maybe not. It probably had more to do with the mind-blowing pleasure that had swept most of his intelligence into a rubbish heap, which did seem likely to have contributed to his current state of faintly twitching. The afterglow was at fault. Yes. It all made sense, now.

Except for the parts that made sense whatsoever, but Kouga was very carefully not thinking about those. So of course he promptly did just that. *Aw, shit.*

There was no way in the fucking world that he could blame this on Inuyasha. That wouldn’t stop him from trying, but Kouga was cursed with this thing called ‘intelligence.’ His demon heritage had given him a smart mind, and the trains of thought it was currently following were winding him into a series of patterns Kagome would have recognized as pretzels. They turned back on themselves in a disturbingly twisty way that left him looking at the beginning when he’d reached the end. If he ever tried a pretzel, he’d find the bread-like food not at all suited to his carnivorous body, yet a guilty portion of him would enjoy the taste. His feelings about his thoughts were similar.

On the one hand, he had chosen Kagome as his mate in heart and mind if not body; on the other hand, his seed had just been spilled in the midst of an undeniably pleasurable coupling with someone who definitely wasn’t Kagome. On the other hand, his wolf nature had no problem with this as it was his alpha who’d taken him, so technically he hadn’t betrayed Kagome. But on the other hand, his demon nature knew that he’d accepted this alpha only to protect Kagome and his pack. On the other hand--*Enough! I’ve only got two damn hands!*

*What it boils down to is that I don’t like Inuyasha, and I don’t like what I have to let him do to me. That’s nothing new. What’s new is that I’ve lost whatever control I had.* It wasn’t all that surprising, when he thought about it. He’d surrendered completely to the mutt’s direction. Before, he’d struggled to contain himself and stand apart from his reaction to being mounted, but he hadn’t the will to fight it. Still awash with pleasure, he couldn’t even find the resolve to think he wouldn’t let himself go again.

*I still don’t have to like it.* He took a deep breath of mingled scents and felt his tail stir. The wolf was happy. That was a blow to battered pride that the demon mournfully sighed at. Innate honesty was a pain sometimes. *Fine. I don’t have to like it much.*

*Dammit, dog shit, you’re gonna have a lot to answer for when this is over with.*

He felt warm breath against his shoulder and turned his head. Resentful he might be of his new place in pack hierarchy, but he preferred this to the rejection of yesterday. Subdued and quiet, he nosed Inuyasha’s cheek through the curtain of white hair and gave a ‘sorry sorry’ whine. The paler demon gently nipped the back of his shoulder in response; forgiven. Eyes opened to look at him, brilliant scarlet in the early morning light, and Kouga wondered what color they usually were. He couldn’t remember. It wasn’t something he normally paid attention to.

It probably wasn’t important, anyhow.

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End Part 12
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I think Inuyasha may get a dose of wolf-with-attitude when he finally comes to his senses. Kouga certainly seems to be storing it up for such an occasion, hmm? Now, if I go with the plot, I should write the next part with some of the other characters, but there really wasn’t much accomplished in this part. I’ll use that as an excuse to try for another chapter of Kouga/Inuyasha interaction. That doesn’t necessarily mean porn, but I can hope. *shrugs* Some readers seem to be under the misinterpretation that A) I’m in control of the plot, and B) this is a Kouga/Inuyasha romance. Well, it is…kinda…but you need to go back to the first chapter and read my note at the beginning. I’m trying to develop a realistic Kouga/Inuyasha relationship, I really am, but that doesn’t mean that everybody else can’t get in on the fun.

Remember, feedback keeps me interested in this story, especially since this thing is now officially of monster-length. The only other story I have that’s this long is competing for my time to be written. But, see? Poking results in porn (and, yes, wordplay makes me grin. Mwahahaha). Of course, it could have something to do with time off from college and a lack of internet access to distract me, but I prefer to think it’s the feedback. Allow me my delusions and poke me some more.