Predictable

© Salome Wilde, 2008

Author’s Note: Thanks to the wonderful reviewers encouraging me to write more on this crazy story. It’s impossible to even -consider- letting you down. (Well, my writing may, but my desire to please and excite you won’t!) And particular thanks to the creative and quick mind of Sakura-2652, who offered me several wonderful possible scenario ideas for adding Sesshomaru to the mix. What I have here isn’t particularly what she had in mind, but her great ideas definitely helped inspire what follows and how quickly I wrote it.

Predictable

Part V

Inuyasha’s willingness to follow the Koga as he set off to discover Sesshomaru’s current whereabouts proved to the wolf without doubt that the mutt was as hungry for a taste of the elusive inuyokai as he was. They ran together, side by side, swift and equally alert to sniffing out their quarry.

Though he had a headache he couldn’t really explain (too much blood going to his indefatigable erection, perhaps), Koga had rarely felt so full of himself. He’d kept the upper-hand with Inuyasha despite letting him stick it in him, and the pup seemed now entirely in his thrall. He hadn’t made a wisecrack or demanded payback since they left the riverbank. Truth be told, Koga was actually enjoying the pleasure of his company, especially on this incredibly arousing little journey. It was hard to say what he most wanted to happen first:

Koga watching Sesshomaru on Inuyasha? Hmm.

Sesshomaru watching Koga on Inuyasha? Maybe.

Sesshomaru on Koga on Inuyasha. More like it.

Koga on Sesshomaru on Inuyasha. Yeah. That was it.

The possibilities were unending, of course, and the contemplation of them was unbelievable. He turned to glance at Inuyasha. The hanyo’s hair was streaming back from his pale heart-shaped face. Koga was really getting to like the look of him. But better still was his elder brother, so lofty and always in control. Koga wished he could direct others with such a powerful aura and so few words. He’d love to have cool stripes on his face like that, too. But when he’d painted some on once and called it “war marks,” the idiots in his pack had laughed at him. So, he hadn’t done it again. He just wore his headband and tied his hair back. It was a good look for him, and kept the sweat out of his eyes during battles. Anyway, at least he and Sesshomaru both had great pointed ears. Inuyasha’s fuzzy tufts were good for pulling on, but they didn’t look dignified. And Sesshomaru had that fur at his shoulder while Koga had his tail. Inuyasha just couldn’t compete. Poor little hanyo. Still, he was fun. Sesshomaru would take more effort to control, definitely. But Koga was up to the challenge.

Suddenly, Inuyasha stopped and called Koga out of his daydream. He dropped to his hands and knees and sniffed the ground. “He’s been through this forest recently, probably only a few hours ago. We should get to him soon.”

Koga nodded. “You think he’s gonna be as up for this as we are, Inuyasha?”

“Hard to tell with him. Last time I ran into him he made a big show of threatening to kill me and flew off. But when everyone else was asleep, he came back and gave it to me good.”

“What!” Koga exploded. “He did what?! I thought you said you hadn’t…that you and Sesshomaru weren’t…that you didn’t…” he stammered. “What the hell, Inuyasha?!”

Inuyasha just smiled and wiggled his hips provocatively. “Yeah, well…” he drawled. “You like me better all innocent and outraged, eh, Koga?” He winked.

“I can’t believe this, you jerk. I am so gonna make you pay…”

“I’d settle for making me sore,” smirked Inuyasha. He reached forward and took Koga’s bottom lip between his teeth. He bit down gently. Koga’s tanned cheeks blushed hotly. Inuyasha released him. “Didn’t you want to find Sesshomaru?” He turned and ran off, giving a good view of his tight behind as he passed.

“Damn it, mutt,” Koga huffed, taking off after him. That lying hanyo was damned good at faking it. And he was damn tight, too. Koga cursed himself for not having guessed that Inuyasha was no novice with guys. And he fumed at being jealous as hell that Inuyasha was getting it on with Sesshomaru. He should have known! Meanwhile, he wished his own erection would go down so it didn’t chafe so badly against his loincloth as he ran. Or at least if the stupid headache would go away.

A short time later, the two arrived at a clearing, and Inuyasha stopped again. He put out a hand to halt Koga beside him. He called out: “Hey, Sesshomaru, come out and fight, you coward.” To Koga, he whispered, “Calling him a ‘coward’ is our code for him to send that stupid Jaken and the kid away so we can be alone. But I’m not sure how he’ll react to you. Why don’t you hide over there?” Inuyasha pointed to some overgrown shrubbery behind them. “I’ll let him know you’re here once I’m sure he’s in the right mood. And you’ll have a good view, whatever happens.”

Koga did as Inuyasha asked, but he didn’t know why. He was all out of sorts. This wasn’t what he had in mind at all, and he felt like he’d totally lost control of the situation. Still, there was a good chance he’d get to see Sesshomaru ram the hell out of Inuyasha, and that was worth the trip, even if the damn dog brothers did get it on all the time.

Sesshomaru emerged from the woods, looking as proud and untouchably gorgeous as Koga remembered him. He was so damn tall and pale and mysterious. Koga’s erection returned as quickly as it had vanished when Inuyasha banished him to the bushes. He wanted the yokai naked, backside in the air, Koga’s teeth in that damn fur on his shoulder as he pounded away. He could only imagine how sweet that tight hole would feel. Though deceived by Inuyasha, he was certain Sesshomaru was a virgin back there. And he wanted it.

“Inuyasha, how dare you approach me as an equal? Your immature taunts just hasten your demise.” Sesshomaru vaulted into the air, and Inuyasha met his attack. Both had claws outstretched as their bodies collided. When they came to earth, it was in a standing clench so tight it made Koga gasp for breath. Their claws rent each others robes and dug into slender shoulderblades. Sesshomaru bent his head forward and showed his fangs. Inuyasha arched back to meet his eyes and the two crushed their mouths together in a snarled embrace.

Koga had no other option while watching this than to grab his rigid shaft and stroke. He hadn’t seen anything this ferociously hot since the last time he’d decreed a pack orgy. And even that was weak as water compared to the sweet anticipation of knowing he was about to see Sesshomaru strip and take that uke Inuyasha from behind. That his headache was fading was the clincher for a glorious voyeuristic experience. And after that? Who knew what that gorgeous Sesshomaru might give up to a confident and experienced yokai like him, especially after he drained himself a bit on the mutt.

When the brothers broke the kiss, Koga noted the traces of smeared blood on their lips, and glistening ruby droplets in their claws and on their backs. ::These boys play rough,:: thought Koga. ::But I’m up for it.:: As he endeavored to convince himself he could live up to that promise, Sesshomaru began to disrobe. And it wasn’t just a quick strip-down. No, he made each item’s removal a graceful exhibition. No other demon could blend power and grace the way Sesshomaru did. Though he hated himself for a reaction that was tantamount to hero worship, Koga could not help himself. Just the way he gently set his shoulder armor down and the agility of his slender fingers as they slowly undid the sash at his waist left Koga drooling.

Looking over at Inuyasha, he saw that the sensuous display was as captivating to the horny dog as it was to him. His hand cupped his genitals firmly as he watched, and a lascivious grin spread across his face. Let the whelp enjoy: soon it would be he who would be stripping for his dominant sibling, and Koga would have the best possible view of the show.

Yet, once Sesshomaru stood in his full naked glory, skin almost iridescent in its pale beauty and cock of godly proportions and firmness, Inuyasha did not undress. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest and beckoned Sesshomaru forward with a quietly menacing “Come.” And Sesshomaru, son of the Great Dog Demon, Lord of the Western Lands, and the sexiest daiyokai in history, obeyed. He came to stand before Inuyasha, head bowed, and then knelt before him and began to open Inuyasha’s hakama with his mouth.

Koga’s jaw dropped so far and so hard he thought he might never close his mouth again. ::No,:: he told himself firmly. ::This is not happening. It can’t be.:: He squeezed his eyes shut, shook his head, then opened them again. Sesshomaru had released Inuyasha’s hard column from within the red folds of his garment and was beginning to move his mouth down its silken length. It was definitely bigger than Koga had remembered it, and he gaped at Sesshomaru’s impressive ability to throat it without hesitation. When Inuyasha’s hands came up to thread through his brother’s hair and force his head down, Koga reeled with both horror and fascination.

This torture did not last long. Inuyasha pulled Sesshomaru up by his hair and gazed down into his upturned face. He issued another calm command: “On your knees.” And Sesshomaru obeyed.

Koga felt his heart would explode in his chest if his pulse raced any faster. He realized he was stroking himself furiously and facing a torrent of both disbelief and desperate desire. He wanted to be Inuyasha, using Sesshomaru so powerfully and so perfectly. But he also wanted it to be Sesshomaru who was doing this to the mutt not the other way around. And, most secretly of all, a tiny part of himself wanted that mutt to be putting Koga himself on his knees.

Sesshomaru turned away from Inuyasha and onto his hands and knees. He pressed his chest to the earth and hiked the perfect tight globes of his derriere high. Inuyasha took his saliva-soaked cock and placed it between Sesshomaru’s cheeks. And then Sesshomaru began to push back. Koga felt the climax hit him like a landslide…

…And then he regained consciousness as Hakkaku poured a skin full of water over his head. “Koga, wake up,” he urged.

Ginta chimed in: “Are you all right, Koga? You’ve got a bump on the back of your head like someone hit you from behind. Was it that stinking hanyo Inuyasha? I bet it was. That idiot. We’ll get back at him. Wait and see.”

“Yeah, just tell us when, Koga, and we’ll go get him,” rejoined Hakkaku. “We’ll finish him off and get that Kagome for you for once and for all.”

Koga forced the voices of his loyal but annoying followers into the background as he tried to reconstruct what had happened. He felt the welt gingerly. It was raw and tender, and his head throbbed. All at once it came back to him. It was the result of a lucky and unexpected punch Inuyasha gave when Koga suggested going to see Sesshomaru. Then he must have left. The bastard. Just wait until next time.

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Note: Hope DemonLadySesshomaru can forgive me for this “OMG, Sesshomaru is uke!” tease!

Author’s Weird Observation: When did I decide the word “cock” would not be used in this story, and why? I always use that word in my erotic writing. It’s really getting difficult to keep coming up with words that aren’t either unarousing (penis, wiener) or too metaphoric (pillar, column, staff). And why am I avoiding “ass,” too. Something about not getting so “contemporary” that I lose the feel of the era? Good golly, that’s a pretty feeble answer. I mean, it’s not like I’m not using “fuck” or avoiding graphic detail. Oh well. Hope you like it like it is!