Predictable

© Salome Wilde, 2008

Predictable

Part IV

Koga barked out a single syllable that might have been a laugh or an expression of derision. In either case, the sound was swiftly replaced by a howl when Inuyasha thrust forward, forcing his cock into the vaguely saliva-slicked entrance to Koga’s outraged body. It stretched the muscle but did not penetrate, and Inuyasha now knew why he had been so torn up by Koga’s riotous attack on his body. “Shut up, Koga,” snapped Inuyasha, concentrating intently and determined to make this work while he had opportunity. “You did it to me, and I’m going to do it to you.” Not one for subtlety or problem-solving, Inuyasha just kept thrusting despite its ineffectiveness and Koga’s growled protestations and threats.

When the wolf couldn’t stand the futility and pointless pain any longer, he reared back into Inuyasha and threw him off. “Damn it, Inuyasha, you stupid mutt! Can’t you even do it right?” Koga rose, brushed off his muddied knees, shook out his wet hair and fur, and stalked off.

“Come back here,” Inuyasha huffed, following. “This isn’t over yet! I’m gonna do it. Just get back here and lay down!”

Koga sneered. “Ha! No way.” He paused to look over his shoulder. “You want me? Come get me.” He grinned and winked, then turned and sprinted away.

Inuyasha yelled invectives after him, despite being choked and half-blinded by the damned dirt devil he kicked up behind him. But he pursued.

Koga ran to the spot at the edge of the river where he’d had his curtailed tryst with the black wolf. Inuyasha arrived to find the troublesome yokai bent over to retrieve the little pot of oil that had been left there. Koga did not rise but acknowledged the appearance of his rival-with-benefits by peering through his legs. Reaching a hand to lift the flap of his furred loincover, he grinned hard. “Tempting, huh, Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha snarled assent as he leaped to Koga’s backside and stretched out his claws to grab the insufferable little tease by the hips. “Gimme the oil!” he ordered.

Koga easily wriggled from the desperate dog’s grip and spun around to sit on his heels before him. “Take it out,” he said, pointing at the pole tenting out from Inuyasha’s hakama.

With a befuddled expression, Inuyasha reached in and withdrew his erection. Holding it in his fist, he watched as Koga dipped into the pot of oil and coated his nimble fingers with the slippery liquid. Gently, he took Inuyasha’s shaft in both hands and began to coat and stroke it. Inuyasha stared and moaned, mesmerized at just how damn good this felt. Why had he never tried this when he masturbated? He’d never thought to use oil…. His thoughts scattered as he was overwhelmed with heavenly sensation. He turned his eyes to Koga’s downturned face, and enjoyed the intent look and the way his tongue licked the corner of his mouth as he rubbed Inuyasha and made him even harder. Koga was really into his big thick shaft. Of course he was. Inuyasha let his eyes drift shut and rocked his hips into Koga’s skilled grasp.

After a few uncharacteristically quiet and blissful moments, a soft grunt from Koga made Inuyasha open his eyes again. Koga was still stroking him well, but he had removed one hand and put it between his own legs. Inuyasha’s eyes widened. The wolf was slathering his own erection with oil, and stroking it at the same pace at which he worked Inuyasha’s. And damn, Koga’s cock was even bigger and thicker than Inuyasha’s! “You like it?” Koga cooed. “Getting it ready for you, mutt.”

“Damn,” Inuyasha mumbled, unwillingly awed by the sight. He wanted to get his hands on it. Coming to his knees, his shaft still in Koga’s massaging hand, he reached out to return the favor.

Koga released his hold and shifted position to lean back on his elbows. “Go on,” he encouraged, his voice retaining a cool confidence that made Inuyasha’s fur bristle.

But Inuyasha wanted to touch that rigid shaft, and he was going to do it. He crawled over Koga’s reclining figure and dipped his fingers into the oil. His cock brushed Koga’s skin and he felt electricity ring through his body. Why the hell did this make him feel so damned alive? Who cared. He straddled Koga’s legs and sat, bringing both greedy hands to wrap around and pump with greedy abandon.

“Not so rough, Inuyasha,” Koga said. Then, as Inuyasha found the right pressure and rhythm, he murmured, “Yeah, nice and easy. That’s it.”

Inuyasha labored to get it just right. His eyes drifted from his oily hands to Koga’s eyes and watched them flicker shut. He grinned at his prowess; he was a quick learner. Yet, his own hard-on strained in the air and demanded attention. It was time for Koga to take it. Swiftly, Inuyasha rose and grabbed Koga’s legs. He spread and hoisted them in his hands, and pressed back to expose that ripe dark pucker he needed to fill.

“Hey,” Koga said, not protesting nearly enough for Inuyasha’s taste. “You sure you know what you’re doing now?”

Inuyasha was sick of Koga knowing everything about fucking and never letting Inuyasha just take control. He ignored the words, gripped the wolf’s ankles tighter, and brought his oiled head forward.

Koga shrugged.

Inuyasha suspected he’d need to release one ankle to get really lined up right and push it in, but then Koga would get free and probably turn him around and pin him and fuck him again. This was harder than it seemed. He swore and tried to push forward.

Koga wiggled his hips a little and snickered. It was hard to tell whether he was trying to help Inuyasha along or prevent him from entering.

Inuyasha growled, realizing that Koga’s shard-enhanced legs could kick him off easily, anytime he wanted. So, he was just taunting again. Inuyasha made sure he was lined up as well as he could be and thrust forward with all his might. Koga was impaled. The wolf yowled loudly enough to make the hills echo. “What the hell are you doing, you idiot?” he screamed.

Inuyasha couldn’t believe how tight it was. Like he was being squeezed by a ratsnake. He tried to move in and out but, despite the lubricant, he felt stuck. Trapped. And he hated it. He withdrew as forcefully as he had entered.

Koga cried out even louder. “Stupid hanyo bastard!” he roared. “Get off me!” He kicked out at Inuyasha with both feet. Inuyasha tumbled back into the grass and landed in a heap. Koga rose to a crouching position, poised to attack. He barked, “I can’t believe I let you do that! I knew you were only good for taking it!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so tight you almost squeezed it off me!”

Koga launched himself as Inuyasha rose to meet the attack. A shard-powered foot smashed into the side of his face before he could react and he was hurtled backwards, sliding on his back until he thudded to a stop at the end of a trench he’d dug up with his own buffeted body. He hauled himself up and threw himself at Koga, claws extended and uttering a blood-curdling war cry. Koga quirked an eyebrow and briskly sidestepped, watching the mutt sail by. But his triumphant grin was shortlived, as Inuyasha’s hand caught his tail on the way past and held tight. Koga was dragged backwards by it and flung into a tree, to which Inuyasha deftly pinned him. Faces inches apart, Inuyasha half-snarled, half-begged: “Let me do it to you, Koga. Show me how.”

Koga’s smile suggested he liked the request and, particularly, the tone in which it was made. “Ok, mutt. But first you gotta suck it.”

“No way!” bawled Inuyasha. “That’s disgusting.”

“Bet you’d do it for your brother.”

“Whaa-what?!”

“I see the way he looks at you. That inuyokai is scary. Scary-hot.”

“You’re sick, Koga,” said Inuyasha with finality, though his emotions were beyond chaotic. Was it worse that Koga had a thing for Sesshomaru or that Koga thought Sesshomaru had a thing for Inuyasha? How the hell had this gotten so weird. All he wanted to do was win a fight, just one fight, against Koga. And now all of this.

“So, you gonna do it?”

Inuyasha looked down to see Koga’s erection making his furpiece jump. “Do what?” he said, feeling dizzy.

“Put it in your mouth, idiot. Just suck it, then I’ll let you do me. I promise.” He smiled his wolfy smile and put his hand beneath his loincloth.

“Damn it, Koga, come on—”

“But don’t use your teeth.”

“Koga,” Inuyasha whined.

“Ok, ok. I’ll let you. But you gotta do it the way I say.”

Inuyasha nodded assent. Anything to get the ache in his balls to let up by sticking it to Koga good.

“Lay down,” Koga ordered.

“What? Hey, that’s not what I want….”

“Trust me,” said Koga, and pressed his lips to Inuyasha’s for a mindblowing kiss that showed Inuyasha exactly how quickly the little wolf could learn what his partner liked. This guy was a pro. Inuyasha practically swooned and sank to his knees. “Now lie down, open your robes, and hold out that stake in your pants.”

Despite his best instincts (which he so often ignored), Inuyasha bared himself for Koga and lay back. He was at full attention as Koga’s gaze swept his frame. Tossing away his fur, Koga took more oil and lubricated himself as Inuyasha watched. He slipped in a finger, then two, and then three, biting his lip as he relaxed and opened himself. Inuyasha was rigid and captivated by the sight. When Koga poised his body and began to lower himself, Inuyasha held his breath and let his head drop back. First, he felt himself press into and through tight opening, muscles squeezing him but letting him pass. Then, deeper, the oil letting Koga smoothly lower himself an inch or so at a time. And slowly, so slowly, Inuyasha was being enveloped by the slick, warm cavity until he was hilted inside, Koga sitting fully on his lap. Inuyasha opened his eyes and grabbed Koga’s hips, groaning with such pleasure he thought he’d burst right then.

Before he could take control, however, Koga began to ride him in earnest. He placed his hands on Inuyasha’s chest for leverage, and began to raise and lower his hips with Shikon jewel-enhanced power. Inuyasha cried out “Stop!” but Koga did not listen. It might be Inuyasha’s shaft in Koga’s body, but Koga was in charge. He fucked Inuyasha fast and rough, bruising his pelvis with each downstroke. Soon, he arched his back and took his erection in his hand and continued to impale himself on Inuyasha’s rock hardness. He stroked himself rapidly while Inuyasha protested. Inuyasha’s backside was crushed into the rocky dirt. His hips felt as if they were broken. And though he remained stiffer than he’d ever remembered being in his life, he also felt as if his shaft was being rubbed raw. “Koga!” he shouted, digging his claws into the wolf’s chest and pushing him away.

Koga needed little more encouragement to climax, but the sweet, sharp pain of Inuyasha’s nails did the trick. He pumped forth his liquid release, eyes shut tight and head tipped back to howl his pleasure to the sky above.

Inuyasha, meanwhile, was the recipient of that fluid treasure, all over his chest and even his neck and chin. He hadn’t reached orgasm himself, and with a chest full of sticky wolf spunk, he certainly wasn’t going to. “Bastard,” he ground out, erection wilting, and pushed the yokai punk off his body. He supposed he should be grateful that stuff wasn’t on his face or in his hair. Koga yelped as he was vacated and toppled from his seat.

Slipping out of the rest of his clothes hastily, Inuyasha dragged himself over to the river and jumped in. With the speed that cold water and cooling Koga seed demanded, he scrubbed himself clean. Koga, stretching and scratching his stomach, joined him. “That was more fun than I thought, Inuyasha. You want me to help you finish now?” He reached a hand out to grasp Inuyasha’s flaccid member.

Inuyasha grabbed Koga wrist and bent his arm up and back sharply. “Don’t touch me, you mangy lying wolf,” he bit out between gritted teeth.

Koga did not resist, but used the opportunity to get even closer. He bent his head forward and licked Inuyasha’s throat. “Aw, come on, Inuyasha. I’m just getting started.”

Inuyasha pushed him away. “No,” he snapped, and headed back to his clothes.

“Are you sure?” asked Koga.

“YES!” Inuyasha roared. “More than fucking sure.”

“Well, if you’re really sure…how about we go find your brother and see what he’s up to?”

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Author’s Note: Dare I write a Part V, in which Koga leads the hapless Inuyasha to pay a call on the “scary-hot” Sesshomaru? Review and advise me!