Bound

Warning: The fic has some violent sex.
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi.
Thanks to my wonderful beta Laura!

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He felt the thickness enter him, filling him, stretching him. Burning, burning. But, oh what a delicious burn it was, making him oblivious to nothing else but the sounds of their labored breathing, the grunts and moans, their sweaty entwined bodies.

Moan, pant, thrust. Moan, pant, thrust. It continued until stars erupted behind their closed eyelids and their movement ceased, only to have them fall atop each other the next second.

Inuyasha flipped them over and filled Kouga without preamble. He knew that warm trails of blood trickled down his cock every time he drew back; gentle was far from this. It was like they both had to mark the other, to take them, make them theirs, almost fusing their bodies regardless of how heated and painful it got. Kouga didn't complain, though. He writhed and bucked, demanding it to be harder, faster, and deeper. The hanyou obliged. Soon they lay again in a sated heap; out of breath.

They cuddled whispering sweet nothings, both covering every inch within reach with small kisses. It was their way with trying to cope with the violent edge their sex had taken on.

* * * *

“Kouga.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love me?”

Asking it made Inuyasha blush. He was being more embarrassed over that simple enogh question than of whatever physical things had happened between them. He needed to hear Kouga say he loved him, needed to be connected emotionally. Inuyasha also needed it to soothe his skittish nerves; his aching heart. Needed it to prove that what they had wasn't just sex.

Kouga turned Inuyasha so that their eyes met, this night they had made love slowly and sweetly. Not hard, short and brutal like they had the previous few days. Something had changed something that would be made solid, unbreakable by Kouga's answer.

“Yes...”

Their eyes met and it was like the world itself vanished. It was just them and their love, them and their feelings, their hearts blending into one.

“I love you...”

Kouga tilted Inuyasha's head to give him a deep loving kiss. His lips an inch from Inuyasha's, he heard the other whisper shakily; his voice full of suppressed emotions.

“I love you...”

They kissed long and deep, pressing their bodies together holding on to each other as if they would never let go. They kissed and the morning sun crept over the trees, filling the world with light. The birds chirped; they loved each other and everything was as perfect as it could be.

After what felt like an eternity and the shortest time, Inuyasha started to untangle himself from Kouga's arms. But Kouga pulled him back and snatched him into a kiss, making him breathless. Inuyasha moaned as the mouth moved to give small barely-there kisses to his face and moving down to do the same to his neck, his shoulders and his chest. The wolf-prince gave attention to every single inch of skin, his hands roaming on the wake of his lips, caressing, rubbing circular patterns that made Inuyasha's brain switch off.

Kouga took hold of Inuyasha's cock, running his hands along it, feeling the silky texture. The organ swelled and hardened under his touch; twitching. The hanyou moaned, lying on their discarded clothes, his hand gripping fabric. The wolf-prince began to lick him in tantalizingly slow wipes of his tongue. He'd barely brush his tongue along the cock, switching place all the time, making Inuyasha a whimpering mass of need. The hanyou babbled incoherently, he was lost in the sensations Kouga was giving him.

Soon Kouga had mercy on his love and started to lick and suck him in earnest. He held the erect member in his hand, licking the underside from the bottom up. Inuyasha gasped and murmured something inarticulately; however, Kouga understood what he meant. He took Inuyasha into his mouth and began suckling the fevered flesh. A few high pitched yelps later Inuyasha came into his awaiting mouth and the wolf-prince savored every single drop of the salty substance. Then he snuggled his head into the hollow of Inuyasha's hip, his nose near the silver curly hairs where his lover's cock now lay, limp.

Moments later Kouga balanced himself on his elbow, looking at his lover. He was so peaceful, small puffs of air coming from his mouth, disturbing a few stray locks of hair that clung to his sweaty brow. The wolf-prince absentmindedly brushed them away, tucking them off of his face. His hand lingered over the face, touching it gently, as if memorizing the contours of his lovers face with his fingertips.

They loved each other so he felt he should share everything with his love... but somehow he couldn't. He couldn't say those words, couldn't admit to being weak. He still had ways to go with baring his heart; laying it open in front of Inuyasha. They'd have to work with that.

And with how they lived separately. All Kouga had wanted to do for weeks on end now was sweep the hanyou off his feet and spirit him away to his pack, and make him his mate. Make him his mate and share the rest of his life with him loving him.

Finally Inuyasha opened his hazed eyes and noticed that his lover was looking at him.

“I'll have to go back to my pack, I've been gone for too long.”

Inuyasha knew that it was coming. Kouga and he had spent the better part of the last few weeks together, sneaking off into the trees to be together. But the wolf prince had a pack to look after, matters to take care of; as did the hanyou. His friends needed him. They were only human after all. A miko, a demon slayer, a priest, and a runt of a fox-demon, but still not a match to all the demons they had faced and would face, and not against Naraku. He couldn't leave them, even if he loved Kouga and wanted to be with him with every fiber of his being, he couldn't break his promise. It was his silent vow to protect his friends no matter what.

He had to break the silence that felt like a suffocating barrier between them.

“I understand.”

“I-”

“Hush.”

Inuyasha gave his lips a gentle nip with his teeth.

“We'll both have to go, but we'll see each other soon, right?”

“As soon as I get back from my pack, we will.”

They kissed sweet and hungrily. Both were unwilling to let go this stolen moment between them, the reality being too bleak and mundane after this. But they let it all fade as their bodies fused together. For those sweaty, heated moments they were one, taking that memory to carry them on. And even though their minds kept deceiving themselves, their bodies did not lie. In this carnal act of their love thier intentions were really true.

Finally the pair was able to untangle from each other and leave for their respective awaiting duties. They ached to be apart but circumstances and sense of duty kept them apart. If they both would have just told other people about them it would have been easier. And with keeping it secret neither of them really had to be tied to anything. Even though they professed their mutual love they both still needed to be without ties, without commitment other than the frequent fuck and sweet words every now and then.

And all that because they were both so dense to their feelings and what would have been right.

* * * *

Inuyasha returned back to his friends happy and content. He was loved! Though there was a voice in his mind that tried to subdue his happiness, saying that love was always snatched away from him. He did not let it get to him. Inuyasha craved love and was contented at having it. The future could wait, this was now.

His friends welcomed him back with weary and careful 'good mornings’, tip-toeing around him because of his usual volatile mood. But to their surprise he was cheerful and happy. He didn't hide it because that would have been
an insult towards the love that made him feel blissful.

Miroku smirked. Inuyasha had returned to their camp looking like he was the luckiest man alive; radiating happiness. The monk planned on cornering the hanyou later demanding for answers. For now he just winked when he caught Inuyasha's eye, making the other blush just the slightest.

“Really, Inuyasha, where do you go every night?” Kagome asked admonishingly, offering her hanyou friend a bowl of steaming ramen, the troupe had just been breakfasting when he arrived.

Inuyasha answered her between large bites, “I patrol the surrounding area to ensure that you are all safe from everything.” He shifted on his feet while he spoke, he truly felt uncomfortable lying to his friends. Then Inuyasha realized something. 'I really have to tell Kagome, I'll hurt her more if I don't. I can't hide this any longer.'

Inuyasha waited until they had packed up things and were all ready to leave. He halted the miko as she made to follow Sango and Miroku.

“I need to tell you something, let's stay a little behind, okay?”

Kagome looked at him and nodded, seeing the seriousness in his face. She lowered Shippo to the ground from her arms and told him to go with Sango, Miroku and Kirara, they would follow in a bit. Then she bounced around, the air of her usual cheerfulness and peppiness like a bubble around her.

“What is it that you need to talk to me about, Inuyasha?”
He took hold of her shoulders, keeping her in place, his eyes piercing through her eyes into her very soul.

And she knew.

For what else could make him so serious? What else could have made him so irritated, snappy and then at times cheerful, like he was walking on clouds? Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared deep into his yellow eyes.

“You love someone…” she swallowed, her voice faltering, “And it isn't me.”

“No, it isn't. I am so, so sorry.” He hugged her warmly, holding her as she shook; crying out her disappointment. Finally she dried her eyes.

“Who is it?”

“Kouga.”

Her head snapped up and she just stared at him, looking at his flushed face, the goofy grin and misty eyes. “But you hate each other! You fight all the time! Over me! So this means he doesn't want me as mate anymore?”

“Well, I suppose it does.”

She rested her head against his chest; her fingers sinking into the mat of snow white hair.

“Did you ever love me?”

“I don't think that I've ever loved you more than like the sister I never had. Maybe I could have, had I not fallen for Kouga.”

He kissed the top of her head very brotherly and wiped stray tears from her cheeks. He could be caring when he chose to, Kagome noted. 'Maybe I remind him too much of Kikyo... She broke his heart...' Kagome mused.

“Are you alright? Well as right--”

“Yes,” she answered a bit sadly, cutting him off. “I'm happy for you.”

“Thank you...”

* * * *

They quickly caught up with the others. To Kagome it was a chance to get back at Inuyasha a bit. She was hurt and young. And he wouldn't mind. Much. And he had not said that she could not tell. As they drew level to the others she started with a dreamy girly voice.

“Inuyasha is in loove!”

The monk, demon exterminator, fox demon kit and the fire cat all stopped and turned at her. Behind her, Inuyasha’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

“WHAT!” they all cried out in unison except for the monk who took one look at Inuyasha and rolled down in the ground in laughter, and Kirara who didn’t speak did nothing but cock her head to the side in puzzlement or perhaps it was disbelief.

“He has a special someone.”

“Will you stop that?!” Inuyasha growled, trying to retain some level of dignity. He glowered at the monk whose laughing was almost hysterical.

Sango looked at the hanyou in amusement. So it was love that made even him splutter and become defensive. “Who is it?” she asked, looking at the laughing monk in passing, knowing he knew already by the way he behaved.
Kagome gave a small sigh and a sob. “It’s Kouga, he stole my future mate!”

“I did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not”

“Well okay you didn’t.”

Sango almost fell backwards in shock. But how fitting it actually was? Rivals united by love.