Blue moon and Red Fire

Chapter 29: What it feels like.
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I liked this chapter, but stick around, the next chapter is, in my oppion, one of the really good ones.

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There were few things in life Inuyasha had the patience to do, actually do, which consisted of starting something and following through of his own volition. If that thing was important, or if he was lucky, he finished the task with the same resolve that he started with. Inuyasha had found very little that engaged him in such a way, such a thing had to be exciting, constantly changing so he wouldn’t be bored with it, and simple. Like fighting. He had fighting down to a science, he was never at a greater peek then when he was in combat.

Cooking was something some thing Inuyasha did not have the patience to do, he barely had the patience to watch it if not for the promise of food at the end. But yet instill Kouga had been here for hours as if making up for lost time, cutting, frying, boiling and doing every other aspect of cooking. It was almost enough to bore Inuyasha watching him, almost. He was still some how interested enough to sit here and watch, to be truthful it wasn’t the cooking that really interested him, it was Kouga. He still couldn’t believe it, even though Kouga had been standing here before him on his feet for so long, he still had this troublesome notion that Kouga might collapse at any moment and relapse into that weakness. So he sat here and watched him, hoping to appease the worrisome feeling with proof and logic, and as soon as it left him then he’d be off some instead of wasting his time here. Though…there was somewhat jovial mood about everything. Souta, sitting patiently at the kitchen table, was happy enough, and Kouga certainly was content with himself…

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay a little bit longer.

Kouga grinned wolfishly to himself, stirring the mixture in the pot bubbling bellow him, each bursting pocket of heat that rose released more and more of it’s delectable scent in the air. Kouga inhaled deeply, taking it all in, and nearly laughed out loud with the immense delight quelling inside of him.

“It smells really good in here.” Souta said, leaning back in his chair and taking in all of the scents. “How much did you make?”

Kouga shrugged. “I don’t know.” Not as much as he first expected, that much he was sure of. Though he supposed there was some surplus.

“You must be practicing.” Souta said. Unable to think of any reason why he would go all out in such a way besides practice.

“?” Kouga glanced back at him, “Nah.”

“Is it a special occasion then?” Souta inquired.

“A special occasion? I guess you could call it that.” Kouga said with a snicker. He was happy, to be standing on his own two feet, to be doing this again, and he was determined to take it as far as he could, to go as long as he could. Kouga took in a deep breath and every ounce of the aroma he could. It was done. Gods he loved that word, done. Kouga reached over for a bowl and poured a spoonful of the soup into it. Kouga wasn’t generally a soup person, you couldn’t sink your teeth in to soup like you could a simple portion of meat, but he’d gotten a little anxious with the knife earlier on and this was the only thing he could think to do with it all. “Here you go.” He passed the bowl over to an extremely grateful Souta, gaining a silent gratification from the action. Then he passed an obligatory severing to Inuyasha more out of habit really, a small, resentful thanks for staying with him the entire time.

Inuyasha had no problem with soup.

He dug in without hesitancy, grudgingly admitting to himself that it wasn’t *half* bad. He was about halfway through the bowl when he noticed that Kouga wasn’t partaking, in fact he hadn’t taken a bite of anything he’d made, he only stood back and leaned against the counter, watching. “What kind of idiot makes all this food for no reason and doesn’t eat any of it?” He asked bluntly.

“Aw shut up you greedy bastard.” Kouga waved him off dismissively, brushing it aside as nothing more the banter.

Inuyasha was too persistent for it to be something that simple. “You don’t even know how it tastes, why don’t you sit down and eat?” Inuyasha asked, his voice holding less tension and more inquiry.

Kouga looked at Inuyasha thoughtfully for a moment, then he folded his arms and averted his eyes to the window. “I’m not hungry.”

Inuyasha snorted. “The hell you aren’t.” He said with a bit of a smirk that quickly faded, as if he’d merely slipped at a time that wasn’t apt for humor. “Just sit down and eat.”

Kouga rolled his eyes and remained silent, wishing Inuyasha would just leave him alone. He didn’t want too, couldn’t Inuyasha just take that answer, why was he so fascinated on it anyway?

If Inuyasha could have helped it he wouldn’t have cared either way, but he couldn’t, that much was apparent to him by now. “What are you, afraid I’ll bite you?” Inuyasha sat the bowl down in his lap, slowly rested his arms behind his head and shifted his eyes away nervously.

Souta was too confused by the exchange to allow himself to focus on it.

“Your bite is the last thing I’d worry about.” Kouga shot back, remaining stoically fixed where he stood. Even as he legs began to tremble with strain in weakness, even as it became hard to stand still, or even stand at all. He couldn’t sit down, he wouldn’t, he’d ride this boost of strength in to the goddamn ground and he hated Inuyasha for trying to make him do other wise. “…”

“You act like you won’t be able to get back up again.” Inuyasha was tense saying it, knowing fully well that was the case and hating to bring up anything particularly personal to Kouga. He felt strongly awkward after words, he could practically feel Kouga flinch, making it even harder to pry his eyes away from the ceiling.

“…” Kouga still didn’t move, very keenly aware Inuyasha knew what he was afraid of and remaining rooted stubbornly in place even though it made him seen even more afraid.

“Besides, every idiot knows they have to keep their strength up.” Inuyasha so awkwardly stated, and he couldn’t keep himself from blushing after words, cursing Kouga with his own burning embarrassment.

“…” Kouga peeked at Inuyasha inconspicuously, and relented, hating Inuyasha for knowing his fear and his weakness every second. “Fine, if you want me to so much.” Kouga sighed exasperatedly and snatched a bowl, filling it most of the way and then sat down grudgingly beside Inuyasha. His legs immediately felt a relief and the extent of their fatigue, knowing with his strength that he wouldn’t be able to stand again until they rested.

He didn’t eat anything, eventually he simply handed the bowl over to Inuyasha before it became cold.

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He couldn’t resist.

Kouga let out a sharp breath as he pushed himself up off the ground, feeling a sharp ache in his arms from the strain, then eased himself back down, repeating the action so many times he’d lost count. Every moment he stared out the living room window longingly, his eyes fixated on the sky drifting by, feeling the inklings a breeze wash in from the open front door, teasing him. He was sure it wasn’t a good idea in his current state of weakness, he’d been warned many times about overextending himself and overestimating himself, it wasn’t until recently he’d begun to take those warnings from Ginta, Hakkaku and everyone else who’d taken the time to do so. What if he lost what little strength he had and fell somewhere and Houjo, or even worse, Inuyasha, had to come help him. This seemed to be one of many times his pride won out over his desires.

But he just couldn’t resist. He wasn’t just a desire, running was a biological need for him, speed was an addiction, and he couldn’t lose the taste for that freedom of movement no mater how much time he’d spent immobile. It was like flight, moving so fast that nothing could touch him, and his entire body yearned to regain just a bit of that. It hadn’t always been so important to him, it was simply habitual, so natural he didn’t even think about it. Whenever he was angry, or stressed, or bored, he didn’t need much of a reason, he was always off, always in motion.

Now he was still.

He tried to avert his thoughts, to occupy himself. A few hundred push-ups and a good 45 minutes later and he was so impatient he couldn’t stand it. It would just be quick he told himself as he climbed to his feet, with a notable difficulty, he wouldn’t go far he repeated to himself, leaning against the door way and taking in every bit of an usually warm fall day.

Walking was one thing, but running was apparently much more of another thing then he remembered it. Kouga walked forward a few steps with less ease as he’d once had, the smooth hard wood floors let out into a dense stone, and he paused, thinking it would be really painful if he should fall. So he adjusted his path for the grass and pushed forward with one short, hard step. His body wasn’t propelled as far as fast as he’d hoped, but fast enough for his agility lacking form to have trouble keeping up with the pace. “…” He felt the jewel shards in his legs coming to life, trying to boost his strength and send him forward, but his body wasn’t in any condition to handle it. It was more of a hindrance then a help, one that made him lose his already shaky balance “!!” The next thing he knew he was tumbling forward face first and then crashing into a tree. “…Ow…”

Kouga held on to the trunk and slid down to his knees, glaring furiously at the bark with a small growl. “Damnit.” He cursed to himself for his weakness. His legs felt heavy, as though massive weights were tethering them down, or that gravity had grown stronger, drawing him to the ground. ‘Weak…weak…weak.’ He felt frustrated enough to pound his head against the tree, he was too anxious! Patience, he reminded himself, he had to be patient, a virtue he’d sorely lacked his entire life. ‘This is nothing.’ He said to himself, he could take this, he could wait as long as he need too until his strength returned, because this was better then what he was been before.

Kouga’s ears perked at a faint, yet sharp sound, the sound of something cutting through air. Houjo’s scent hung heavily in the air and Kouga paused to wonder what the boy was doing out here “Huh?” Kouga reached up and took a hold of an empty branch with one hand and pulled himself up on to his feet. He peaked from behind the tree curiously.

Houjo was going about his usual routine of practice, with a tight grip on the sword he trained his movements, going about his slashes, his thrust, trying to make them more comfortable to him, to make them quicker with the same amount of force. It was clear that he’d been at it for a while, his shirt had been removed, he stood barefoot as he always did, a layer of sweat was forming, his breathing was growing harsher, and the distracted focus in his eyes was growing deeper.

‘Man…I wish I could be that focused.’ Kouga thought with amazement, he was sure that Houjo was so distracted that he could easily sneak up on him and surprise him. As fun as that would be, Kouga decided against it, he was more contented to watch him instead.

Kouga slowly eased himself down to the ground under the deep shade of the large cheery blossom tree, even with it’s branches bare it provided a wealth of cover. Crossed his legs, resting his elbows on his knees and dropped his head into his hands, silently observing his mate with a curious interest. ‘Houjo I swear you fool me every time.’ Kouga thought to himself, ‘You look so much stronger then you are…I guess that’s pretty bad huh.’ Kouga felt a cool burst of wind wash across his body and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying it.

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Kouga watched the golden rays of the morning sunrise slowly illuminate the room, he’d had enough time to watch it’s entire span after being awake for an hour and studying ethereal glow on the ceiling and Houjo’s face the light created. He’d finally given up on trying to lose consciousness again, instead, he was oddly patient. He was happy to lay there lazily with his arms wrapped around Houjo, his face buried in the taller boy’s chest, listening to each slow breath and beat of his heart.

Kouga slowly withdrew his arms from Houjo and pulled back the paused, waiting to see if his actions had awakened the boy. When he saw he’d drawn little more then a few stirs, Kouga slowly climbed to his feet (as if there was any other way he could do it) and drifted toward the window for a quick glance. ‘I wonder what Ginta and Hakkaku are doing?’ He thought to himself. He quickly grew impatient and slipped out of the front door, finding one of the rare moments it cooler then the house. It was hard to imagine being snowed in not to long ago. “?”

Kouga watched silently from the doorway as Souta jogged past him, only to trip a few feet later over an misfortunately placed rock. He had to stifle a laugh, since, in a sense he was the same way. “It’s a shame, no balance whatsoever.”

“!!” Souta flinched at the sudden voice and immediately looked back toward the source. “Kouga?” He gently rubbed his forehead and sat upright. “What are you doing up so early?”

Kouga stretched his arms above his head and yawned with his mouth open wide. “I don’t know, nothing I guess.” He knelt down beside Souta and extended a hand to him. The boy gratefully took it and was pulled up with eased by Kouga’s strength. “How long have you been at this?”

“I don’t know, about an hour.” Souta leaned over and held on to his knees, taking in deep swallows of air to reclaim his lost breath.

He had to admire Souta’s diligence. “Man kid you look like your gonna drop dead.” Kouga folded his arms and took in the world’s waking hours with a sweeping glance. It was quiet, something he’d grown unaccustomed to with the constant noise of this time. What small morning sounds there were, the songs of birds, the cool autumn winds, faded into an ambient background. “I keep telling you that you gotta pace yourself.”

Souta nodded. “Ok.”

The next morning Kouga found himself awake at the same foreign hour, and was immediately struck by the curious urge to get up instead of laying there lazily. So again he slipped away from Houjo and out side where he found Souta in the mists of his own training. He couldn’t help but wonder how the boy managed to get up that early every day. He ended up spending the duration watching Souta. And though initially a bit reluctant, Souta grew use to the wolf’s observation.

It wasn’t long before Kouga eventually decided to partake in Souta’s practicing, he focused on his legs, and Souta focused on his speed just as Kouga had suggested. On days where he was simply too tired he sat down and read instead, Souta, however, never waned in energy or determination. A routine developed between them, as much as Kouga hated getting up early he forced himself up every day more out of new sense obligation to Souta at the lest.

Souta had gotten used to it, he’d come to like it even. As nervous as it made him knowing Kouga was watching him, and as pathetic as he felt in the face of Kouga’s strength even as diminished as it was now. He enjoyed those few morning hours he had with Kouga, it felt particularly special to him, he looked forward to it.

“Hey Kouga.” Souta called out one particular morning. His small body lay stretched out on the ground beside Kouga, clinching his chest as he struggled to catch his lost breath. “Why do you hate Inuyasha so much?” He asked seemly out of the blue just as someone his age was.

Kouga sat with his back against the cheery blossom tree, a novel for Houjo’s English class in his hands. “What?” He looked down at the boy with confusion, “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know, I was just wondering.” Souta shrugged. “So why do you guys hate each other so much?”

“Tch.” Kouga looked back down at the book discerningly. “Again with the personal questions. I hate him because he’s an annoying bastard alright?”

“You really think he’s annoying?” Souta slipped his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. “You guys both act the same-“ Souta said with out regard to thought. “-Shouldn’t you get along?”

“Act the same!?” Kouga immediately growled, looking down at Souta with aggravation. “What do you mean act the same! I don’t act anything like that mutt!”

Had Kouga not been so bias towards Inuyasha, he might have realized much sooner that Souta preserved Inuyasha in a completely different way. “Yeah, sure.” Souta said simply. “Your both pretty cool, Inuyasha’s really strong, and you have really cool moves and stuff.” He spoke with a blind admiration that Kouga figured he was too old to understand, the wolf could only be amazed by Souta’s ability to look past flaws.

Kouga smirked at this. “Heh.”

“How long have you guys been friends?” Another simple question for Souta.

This immediately pulled Kouga out of the book, more irate then ever. “What the hell! We aren’t friends!” He shouted.

Souta seemed completely unfazed by Kouga’s anger and complete defiance, the notion had solidified itself in his mind many times over to be reversed by a simple denial. “You guys seem like it.”

“What the hell do you mean we seem like? We’re always fighting, how many times have I said I hate him? How in the world do you see that as friendly?”

Souta blinked and looked up thoughtfully. “Well…You guys are always helping each other out, and you fight together pretty good.” Souta began to smile and his mind begin to race with idolizing thoughts of the two in action. “You guys are so cool together, your like the best team ever.”

Kouga could only imagine what Souta was thinking of now. “Yeah, sure.”

Souta’s expression dampened and he sat up right, looking at Kouga sullenly. “Oh yeah, you can do any of that stuff anymore.”

Kouga’s eyes lifted from the pages of the book once more, glancing in Souta’s direction with out anger and aggravation as in previous times, instead with a thoughtfulness to them. “…” He didn’t speak, merely turned his head and looked off into the sky with the same expression.

Souta immediately felt as if he’d said something wrong and rubbed the back of his head nervously, just as he was about to apologize, Kouga spoke.

The wolf smirked. “Heh, I guess I can’t right now.” He said, returning his eyes to the pages of the book. He’d just realized exactly how much he hated the thought of Souta thinking he was weak, or that he might lose all of that idolization the boy harbored for him. “It’s not like I’ve forgotten how to do all that stuff, as soon as my legs get better I’ll be stronger then ever.”

Souta smiled. “I can’t wait. You know what, I bet I’ll be stronger by then too! Maybe I could fight with you guys then.” He said, brimming with excitement.

Kouga laughed, taken in by Souta’s energy. “Don’t get too far ahead of yourself kid.” He said, ruffling Souta’s hair softly.


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The full moon.

There were few sights in the world that he’d rather look at, for a while anyway.

Every time there was a full moon it was habitual for him to find the highest place he could and bask in the moon light as long as he could. Usually he gazed upon the stars for a while and fell asleep out of boredom, Ginta and Hakkaku never liked the idea of him sleeping out in the open on top of some cliff somewhere, it wasn’t the safest thing to do.

This time the highest point he could have hoped to ascertain was the roof, and the only danger there was of him losing his balance and falling. This time he had taken one of Houjo’s text books to ward off boredom, he sat with his back against the chimney and the book in his hand. Feeling the cool rays and the subtitle lunar pull on his body as his eyes rolled over the text. At times like this when he was alone and there was silence, was when he focused, was when lost himself in what he read, was when his interest grew to it’s peak and the knowledge he didn’t know had it’s full impression.

Kouga wasn’t sure how much time had actually passed before something else caught his attention, loss of the awareness of time this generally was the first stage of losing consciousness and drifting into a peaceful sleep. So he was notably irritated when he heard the sounds of someone approaching and he saw Inuyasha climb up on to the slanted surface. “?”

“What are you doing up here?” Inuyasha stood up as tall as he was able, stretching his back with a deep yawn.

“Tch.” Kouga looked away from Inuyasha and turned his eyes up to the moon. “What are *you* doing up here?”

Inuyasha rested his arms behind his head and looked up at the same distant object, “Nothing.” He paced a few steps toward Kouga then stood idly away. “How’d you get up here anyway?”

Kouga snorted and looked back down at his book. “I climbed dumbass.”

“?” Inuyasha’s expression grew curious, then skeptical. “Not with those legs of yours.” Inuyasha shook his head.

“With my arms mutt!” Kouga growled, hating Inuyasha, his decidedly worst enemy, for bring up any of his shortcomings.

“Yeah, sure.” Inuyasha was even more skeptical, he remembered distinctly from many fights with Kouga that his arm strength was never great on it’s own. Laying dormant for several weeks couldn’t have helped it. “Your too weak for that.” Inuyasha realized his behavior, he noticed how had picked a fight with Kouga for no reason at all it seemed. He was bored, and he became curious in a worried way when he couldn’t find Kouga, this seemed to be natural resolution to the tension.

Perhaps Kouga and Inuyasha, lacking interests that could absorb them nearly as deeply, fuming like children over trifles, simply invented their hate of each other in order to have something to feel deeply about.

“How the hell would you know Inuyasha?” Kouga shot back with a curt half-mumble.

Inuyasha folded his arms and stood over Kouga, “Cause’ I fought you before.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll prove you wrong right here and now.” Kouga threatened.

Inuyasha smirked in amusement. “You wish.”

“You act like I haven’t kicked your ass before.” Kouga looked away disinterestedly and spoke in his usual arrogant way. “I guess some people just don’t learn.”

“What the hell!” Inuyasha shouted back. “I must have hit you too hard, you never won a fight against me!”

“I guess it’s just too hard for you to admit.” Kouga shrugged, arrogantly.

Inuyasha scoffed at him and looked away. “Yeah whatever, no matter what you say your still not strong enough to get all the way up here using just your arms.” He sat down, resting his back against the other side of the chimney.

A silence followed, Kouga reemerged himself into his book, and not long after did the text begin to blur and his eyes drift closed.

“?” When he heard the wolf’s breathing slow follow by the sound of the book slipping out of Kouga’s hands hitting the ground. Inuyasha peeked over and saw the sleeping wolf, then he saw Houjo’s book sliding down the sloped structure and off the edge of the roof. “…” The image of Kouga tilting a few inches to the left in his sleep and the same thing happening to him would have normally been humorous to him except for the fact that he was injured. The idea wasn’t nearly as fun to him for some reason. ‘…’ He silently grimaced to himself for idea that wouldn’t leave his head, it kept repeating itself over and more as he tried to ignore until finally he felt he had to do something to simply end it.

Inuyasha knelt down before Kouga and slipped the sleeping form on his back…

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He was pulled back into consciousness by a soft, somewhat soothing sensation of fingers running softly through his hair. His senses, dulled in sleep, began to sharpen again and the world slowly fell into place for Kouga with out even the notion of opening his eyes. Houjo’s scent surrounded him, something he could distinguish even with out coherency, and there was a warmth he felt which he instinctively associated with the boy.

“…Houjo…” He yawned sleepily, his closed eyelids tightened for a brief moment then slowly opened to the sight of Houjo’s t-shirt. “?” He lifted his head, he was laying on the living room floor, Houjo beside him, the taller boy’s arms were wrapped around him, holding him closely. The boy pulled his eyes from the ceiling and glanced down at Kouga.

“Oh, sorry.” He smiled apologetically. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

It was dark, and he could tell it hadn’t been an exceedingly long time since he’d fallen asleep. It was still dark, it was still night, but just barely. The edge of the sky was glowing softly with bright rays of the sun as it’s coming rise. “Nah…You didn’t.” Kouga laid his head back down and closed his eyes. “What are you doing up so early?”

“Nothing.” Houjo shook his head, his hand slowly and cautiously found it way back into the long strands of Kouga’s hair. “Just thinking.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” The edges of Kouga’s lips twitched into a sleepy smirk. “About what?”

“Nothing really.” Houjo told him. “I just couldn’t get to sleep. “

Kouga’s smirk grew wider. “I can help you get to sleep.”

Houjo rolled his eyes. “No way Kouga.” Houjo wasn’t sure what it was exactly that made Kouga more hormonal then usual as of late, maybe the full moon had something to do with it, maybe it was the increasing mobility of his recovery, or maybe it was simply that he had been deprived for so long. Kouga never was one for self-control.

Kouga wasn’t so easily dissuaded, he was confident he could break Houjo this time. “And why not?” He lifted his head and pressed his face into Houjo’s neck, taking in the scent with deep inhales while taking soft licks.

Houjo folded his arms and closed his eyes stubbornly. “Your in no condition.”

Kouga paused and looked at Houjo with mild annoyance. “You think to much sometimes, you know that?”

“Heh.” Houjo laughed softly. “Maybe.”

This action encourage Kouga. He had plenty of experience pushing Houjo into things, it simply took a will far more stubborn then Houjo’s and persistence. Kouga laid a kiss on Houjo’s cheek and ran tip of his tongue along the bottom of his jaw.

“Kouga…” Houjo pulled away and his eyes averted towards the window. “You can’t.”

“I can’t?” Kouga nearly laughed at this. He rolled over and climbed on to his knees on top of Houjo, grasping the boy’s head in his hands. “How about I prove it to you?” His expression was sure as he looked down at the boy, exuding a confidence that was nearly arrogance.

Houjo couldn’t help but be taken in by it, there was something about Kouga’s complete certainty in himself that made him want to be sure of Kouga also. “But, I might hurt you, or you might hurt yourself.”

Kouga leaned forward, bringing himself face to face, intimately close to Houjo. He could hear the sharp rise of his breathing and his heart rate grow faster. “…” He was fully intent on speaking at that moment, of saying something that could ease away all of his reluctance and harmonize them both. But he froze instead, needless to say nothing came out. Maybe…Maybe he didn’t want to remove all of Houjo’s fears, of his reluctance, he doubted anything he could have said would have done so anyway. This was who Houjo was, the boy who over thought things to the point of inaction, who sometimes acted with out thinking at all. The person who worried a lot though never tried to show it, the person was infinitely more patient and caring. The person who struggled to define everything that happened around him because his confusion brought an excess of fear. Houjo always had his fears, they made him considerate and carrying and sympathetic and firm and infinitely more things. Now that he thought about it, Kouga even had an affection for Houjo’s worrisome nature, it balanced him like no one else could have.

Kouga watched uncertain and worried look in Houjo’s eyes become a questioning one, the wolf smiled and closed his eyes, letting himself drift forward until their lips met. Houjo’s mouth parted and their tongues mingled in a slow, windings mixture of lapping licks and soft grazes. Houjo wrapped his arms around Kouga and held him tightly, wishing to simply remain like this, in this feeling of imminence connection, with the almost instinctual satisfaction of holding on to another warm body. But he knew he couldn’t the moment he felt a hardness pressing against him through a pair of his pants Kouga was currently borrowing. Soon enough his own body began to fill with energy and yearn for more, for a deeper contact, for an even greater instinctual satisfaction.

“Heh.” Kouga smiled in that same confident smirk that could easily be mistaken for arrogance. One arm wrapped around the back of Houjo’s neck while his other hand slipped under his shirt and pressed against his abdomen. Houjo blushed in a nearly shameful embarrassment as he felt Kouga’s fingers slip under the waistband of his pants and take a hold of his newly hardened erection.

Kouga pried his eyes away and pressed his mouth against his neck, softly kissing and sucking the sensitive flesh while his fingers unbuttoned and pulled away his pants and his boxers. “Un…” Houjo’s eyes drifted closed and his clinched his mouth shut, trying to hold back the soft outcries Kouga drew from him.

Kouga left a soft trail of kisses down Houjo’s neck and licked his shoulder with short laps. Anxiously he nearly tore away the constricting fabric of his pants, pulling them down to his knees with one hand and kicking them away. An excitement grew in him when he felt the heat of Houjo’s cock pressing against his bare abdomen, he growled wolfishly. The sensation of fangs grazing against the boy’s shoulder was the only forewarning before Kouga bit down into Houjo and his mouth was met with a fresh stream of blood. He was aroused with the same instinctual cues that came with bringing down a hunt or the energy that overtook him in the heat of a battle, all swimming with the enticing scent of his mate.

“!!” Houjo flinched and inhaled sharply in a hiss of sudden pain, no anger came, only a jolting surprise and familiarity to the fact that Kouga was a wolf demon marking his mate. Just as quickly as the pain came it faded with soothing licks of Kouga over the new wound, and everything after words felt sharper, more intensified. “…Ah…” He moaned, his entire body tensing from the feel of Kouga’s hand moving along his cock with quick strokes. The pleasure was clear, more distinct where it had been dulled by sleep or some other clouding force.

Kouga slipped his arm from around Houjo’s neck and wrapped it around his waist, Houjo pried one eye open questioningly when the enthralling sensation he was slowly losing himself in ceased abruptly and watch tensely as Kouga’s hand slipped down his pelvis, gently sliding between his legs and two fingers pressed against his entrance. He almost lost track of what Kouga was doing to him exactly, he slowly yet surely invested every bit of his awareness in the actions of Kouga’s warm mouth kissing, sucking and licking his nipples, in the places where the wolf’s hands met his back and his fingers made contact with the sensitive ring muscles. “Kouga…” He called out softly, his hand making it’s way to the back of Kouga’s head, needing to hold on to him in some way.

Kouga pressed his mouth against Houjo stomach and felt the heat swelling and rising, he smirked to himself as he thrust his fingers into Houjo and the boy gasped sharply. Houjo shifted anxiously, Kouga’s finger tips rubbed against his inner walls, drawing back and pushing in again. A new feeling entirely was born of it, a subtitle pain that came from stretching around Kouga’s fingers along with a stronger fulfillment. He wanted more of it, and his entire consciousness was poured into Kouga with a connection that was never physically greater.

And just as it seemed to be reaching it’s peak, Kouga pulled his fingers back and an instant emptiness was felt that was present never before. “…” Houjo took in deep, audible breaths, his face was flushed, his body was overheated with the first inklings of sweat seeping on to his skin. He looked up at Kouga with half lidded eyes, having built a new dependence on Kouga’s contact he felt needy when he was suddenly devoid of it.

Kouga sat up and studied every inch of Houjo with a new found awe, from his almost flustered expression to his rapidly rising and falling chest underneath the now wrinkled white t-shirt he wore, to his hard cock waiting in anticipation. “You look really cute like that.” He said in a low, seamlessly smooth voice.

“Kouga…”

Kouga crawled up and sat on Houjo’s chest, slipping his hands behind Houjo’s head and pulling him towards his awaiting member. Houjo readily took Kouga into his mouth, he wrapped his arms around Kouga’s waist and began sucking Kouga’s cock with increasingly intense rhythms. The contact Houjo longed for was returned to him and he held on to Kouga tightly, feeling as if a small bond was formed every time his skin made contact with Kouga’s and desiring as much of that connection as he could possibly obtain. “Un…” Kouga cringed and leaned forward a bit, his mouth fell open a string of small whimpers slipped past his lips. His tail wagged excitedly. “Houjo…”

Houjo’s hands roamed over the expanses of Kouga’s back, feeling the mounting tension that grew with every caressing lap the tip of his tongue made over the head of Kouga’s cock. There was a soothing, calming attribute to this action that was so basic it was almost infantile, Houjo could pour every once of himself in to Kouga. His arousal grew even stronger with every harsh breath, with each whimpering moan, with the feel of Kouga’s tensing muscles, with every brush his tail made against his chest, every action Kouga made drew Houjo in deeper into the wolf.

Kouga drew back and out of Houjo’s mouth, easing the boy’s head back on to the ground before climbing off his chest. He smiled and laid a gentle kiss on Houjo’s lips, then his jaw, and his neck, before he returned to his former position. Kouga slipped his arms underneath Houjo’s legs and pressed his cock against the boy’s waiting entrance. “Ready?” He asked softly, leaning down and pressing his body against Houjo’s. He gently licked at his earlobes, his arms wrapping around his waist, waiting patiently.

Houjo nodded, and was quickly entered by an all to anxious Kouga. Houjo let out a sharp breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding all this time, he was left panting as Kouga’s cock pushed completely inside of him and drew back. Finding a fast, hard, reckless rhythm. “…Un.” He wrapped his arms around Kouga in a tight embrace and he could feel Kouga’s hold on him tighten as well, once again investing every bit of himself in Kouga, and feeling Kouga doing the same. The bond formed wherever their bodies met seemed to be a full, interchangeable connection now, a oneness.

Houjo felt Kouga’s hand wrap around his cock and began stroking it in time with his thrust. “K…Kouga…” Houjo’s back arched off the ground and his fingers dug into Kouga’s skin, this hot, sharp mingling of pleasure and pain grew in his abdomen and fanned through his entire body, creating an immense energy that made it impossible to be still. He thrust upwards into Kouga’s hand, into the heat surrounding his cock and swallowing his body.

Kouga ran his tongue across Houjo’s cheek and tasted his salty skin, he felt his jaw clinch and a trembling breath ease through, watching his every move intently. He felt Houjo clinch around him mid-thrust, and his body tense and convulse subtly as he came. “Uhhnnn!” Kouga pushed his lips against Houjo’s and their tongues wrestled in a deep kiss, he could feel soft vibrations as Houjo moaned into the kiss and the warmth of his cum spurting from his cock and spilling on to his chest.

Kouga’s thrust into the soft, tight space grew harder and faster, panting with each movement. He brushed against a sensitive spot inside of Houjo, immediately drawing out a sharp inhale and another, small burst of cum out of his softening cock.

He felt Houjo’s tension slowly begin to fade into a weakened complacency and his entrance slowly loosening around his cock, listening to the boy striving for air with each sharp rise and fall of his chest, surrounded by the heat of his body, enthralled by his strong scent, watching the ethereal expression of release play across Houjo’s face. Bringing Houjo to this point and watching it, feeling it unfold, he couldn’t help but feel as if he was baring witness to Houjo soul, and he wanted to bare his own. “Hou..jo…” He moaned and bit down on his lip hard to quell himself as he came, spilling his seed into the warmth of his body.

They were equally spent, Kouga lay idle on top of Houjo’s chest, his head buried in the boy’s neck. He couldn’t move if he tried, the muscles in his legs felt as if they had melted away, leaving a dull pain of the strain that could only grow worse as time went on. But he barely noticed, and he wouldn’t have moved if he could have. “Houjo…” He’d never felt this way before. Everything he felt had always been hard, loud, intense, consuming, but this was merely quiet, subdued, knowing. “I love you.” He whispered, and to his surprise he actually felt embarrassed when he said it. It felt raw, private, as if he was giving away an intimate secrete he didn’t know he’d been keeping.

Kouga’s heart pounded in his chest and his stomach trembled with an almost nervous cringing. But this was not the feelings he was speaking of, for these were commonly present when he was with Houjo. ‘So this is what it feels like.’ He thought to himself, this was what love felt like. It was mental, it was almost as if he had understood something about Kouga only he didn’t know what, as if they were some how connected, and he didn’t want to sever it no matter what..

Houjo wrapped his arms around Kouga’s shoulders and closed his eyes. “I love you too.” He said, slowly drifting into the stillness of sleep.

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