Bound

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Yes, chappie one indeed had some nice kissing scenes, this chapter is mainly pwp but we can all survive that, ne? Thanks to Koga's Hentai Luver for the comment on hotness, same goes to 'me'. Kelly, for saying it was sweet and Dante for really liking the kissing parts. And sorry if this is really short, just kind of happened. And for any who'd comment on the somewhat weirness of the sex-scene, that was written after 5 am... Yes, I write smut at night, not usually that late/early, though...
And oh yes, the disclaimer: all character belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

Chapter Two

Inuyasha missed Kouga. The feel of his strong arms, his lips on his skin. Strong fingers kneading his flesh, building up the heat in him. He wanted to feel possessed again, owned.

The company of his friends had begun to feel meaningless. He became surly and snappy. His only relief were his meetings with Kouga. There was a primal need in him. An urge. He wanted the wolf prince with every fibre of his being.

As night fell they as usual made camp. The men took the watch duties. Kagome and Sango fell asleep quickly, succumbing to the inviting world of dreams after an exhausting day. They had managed to snatch a Shikon shard from a particularily nasty demon, it had left them all exhausted. Luckily Naraku had not interfered this time, as had of late become his habit whenever a Shikon shard popped up.

But Inuyasha's thoughts were miles away. He stared into the flickering flames of the fire that cast shadows around their camp. He sighed. Miroku, who sat a little to the side, looked at him. The hanyo's mood had worsened considerably during the last few weeks. Was it because of Kouga? Couldn't really be as the hanyo was always much happier when came back from those sidetrips he now did regularily.

”Is it Kouga?” Miroku finally dared to ask him, having the other instantly snap his head towards him, annoyed.

”Keh!”

”So it is Kouga, I presume. What is it?” Miroku was genuinely concerned. Deep under his lecherous exterior there really was someone who cared for his friends. He wanted to help Inuyasha with anything it was that troubled him so.

Inuyasha looked away. It was private. He felt that he couldn't share this with Miroku, coudn't share what he felt. But the monk already knew so where would the harm be? And maybe he could give some advice. Something along the lines of 'Well go, then, and jump his bones!' would be the kind of advice Inuyasha was fishing for.

”It's just..” He ran a hand through his ruffled white mane. ”I feel so incomplete without him. Like I miss him all the time. I need him so much.”

Miroku grinned shamelessly. It was so odd to hear the hanyo talk about his love-life so openly, well, to even hear him talk so much. When they had first met, the monk had labelled Inuyasha as brash, and not much of a talker. It seemed that Inuyasha's words only came out easily when he talked of his feelings, another surprise as he never really talked about his feelings for the now dead miko and for her reincarnation.

”And it's like I'm almost physically ill when not around him.” Inuyasha unconsciously rubbed his arms around himself, as if trying to emulate the feel of Kouga's arms around him. Somehow trying to capture the closeness he at the moment didn't have. There was a rustle and Miroku was beside him.

”Don't worry. I'll cover for you. You go and find him.”

Inuyasha looked at him gratefully and vanished quickly. The monk looked behind him and sighed.
He envied Inuyasha. He was getting some, while he himself still had to rely on his hand. He peeked around, making sure that the others were fast asleep, then he scooted a little to the side, but not too far. Soon his hands were inside his robes, gripping his member.He let images flood his mind as the pace of his hand quickened. He whispered silently as he came shuddering. ”Sesshomaru..”

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Inuyasha dashed over trees in his frantic search for the wolf. They were a many day's trek away from the wolf prince's lands but he knew that Kouga was always near him these days, no matter how far they travelled. He sniffed the air to catch the smell of the man of his heated daydreams. From under the wind, someone pounced on him. They both hit the ground from the froce of the collision. Inuyasha sighed contentedly as he regognized the smell and the strong arms that had enveloped around him and that body draped over him, grinding it's hardness against his.

Harsh lips met his in an almost brutal kiss, demanding, possessing, hungry. As their lips parted he moaned his name. ”Kouga..” Light blue eyes met his own. The owner of said eyes dipped his head and licked a wet trail up from his jugular notch up his neck and to his jaw. His breath hitched when he felt the tongue snake up his cheek and finally settle lapping at his right ear, wrenching highpitched yelps and throaty moans from him.

Kouga's hands travelled all over his torso, ripping at his clothes. The firerat kimono soon fell to the ground, followed by a white undershirt that had been slightly torn at the seams. The wolf prince only paused to shed his own clothing. Then he proceeded to attack Inuyasha's hakama pants and pull them roughly away, unbridled lust shining in his eyes. Inuyasha wasn't surprised by his actions, it had been three days, afterall.

Inuyasha'a legs were parted and he felt sure fingers kneading the flesh of his buttocks, but only for a fleeting moment. A trail of oily subtance tricled between his ass-cheeks. Slicked fingers proped and prodded and finally one delved into him. Stroking, stretching, seeking. The hanyo was so wrapped up in his world that had been made blindingly white that he was taken by surprise as Kouga's cock nudged at his entrance and finally slid in, in one fluid stroke.

Kouga pumped in and out of him roughly. Inuyasha mirrored his thrusts, meeting every plunge. The wolf prince crushed the hanyo against him, gripping him fiercely. They moaned and writhed, panting at the extersion. With each thrust Kouga hit that sweet bundle of nerves within Inuyasha. All he saw was white. The white of pain and excuisite pleasure. The burn, the friction alongside with it quickly brought him to completion, Kouga following in his wake.

They collapsed in a sated heap, Kouga gingerly easing out of Inuyasha.

Now was the time for sweet nothing, for murmured words of affection. Their lust had been answered for the moment. Controlled now by their minds more than by their sex-deprived bodies they just held each other.

”Won't you come live with me?” Kouga once again asked, hugging Inuyasha close to his chest. But Inuyasha just shrugged. His head rose from the crook of Kouga's neck where it had been resting and he gave the wolf prince an affectionate kiss. Though their lovemaking was sometimes almost brutal, their post-coital moment were always very tender.

”I can't, not now. I have responsibilities other than you.” He bit his lip. How could he say such things? How could anything be more important than Kouga? Then he sighed. He had been thinking it over, and now he had a chance to ask him.

”You could come with me and the others..”

Kouga looked at him long. Then he sighed.

”I can't, Inu. I have responsibilities too. And besides, do they even know about us?”

Inuyasha's blush was answer enough. He hastily turned his head to hide it. Kouga petted his head absently. We'll he was no better, no-one in the wolf prince's pack knew of him and the hanyo.

”I'll try and get them to come closer to your lands. I think that Kagome will want to go to Kaede's soon. ”

”Good..” Kouga said in a low, husky voice and kissed him deeply. A fire stirred deep within Inuyasha and he flipped himself over Kouga.

”My turn..” He murmured before he attacked Kouga's inviting neck with fervor.