Stray

Chapter 4: Beg

 

The next day, Kouga resolved to make sure Inuyasha was prepared to deal with a mating season in an enclosed den like this. The pheromones drove the male wolves crazy, and knowing Inuyasha’s preferred style of relationship, the hanyou was more likely to take matters into his own hands, alone. A lot.

 

Kouga had learned this the hard way. Despite quieting his urges for a time by non-committal breeding with other tribes, no matter how many years he tried expecting a different outcome he was still always left wanting more. By pleasuring himself, he was able to keep his head about him for the duration of the season and avoid the nagging guilt from only getting half of what he wanted.

 

This was why he started going to Ginta and Hakkaku. They’d never bred with females, yet somehow managed to not injure themselves. As it turned out, they had developed a salve from the extracts of different plants in the forest to reduce the rubbing on the delicate skin (and even healed it when needed). He visited them yearly to ask for a phial, and they were always willing to give one.

 

With the musk thickening in the air, Kouga could only imagine – vividly – how Inuyasha was coping. He could feel his length growing underneath his loincloth, and the soft rubbing of the fur as he walked to the lovers’ quarters wasn’t helping.

 

He heard the grunting and panting as he approached the curtain covering the rocky arch between the hallway and their room and collected himself with a deep breath. “Ginta? Hakkaku?”

 

One of them whimpered. Must have been Ginta. “I’ll be back in a moment,” Kouga heard Hakkaku say. “Coming!” Feet softly padded toward the curtain, and a spiky-haired head poked through when the fabric parted. “Oh! Kouga-sama! One moment!” In Hakkaku’s rush, he didn’t bother closing the curtain, and Kouga peeked in.

 

With their many years together roaming and settling, the nudity of his closest guards was nothing new to him. Ginta lay facedown on their bed of rabbit-fur pillows, his head resting on crossed forearms and knees spread out to either side. The silver-haired wolf’s gaze fell on his lord. “Hello Kouga-sama,” he said, nuzzling his arms before looking behind him and perking his rear in the air. “Hak-kun?”

 

Hakkaku reappeared, his tight body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “Sorry about that,” he said, handing a small earthenware flask over to Kouga.

 

The leader offered his hand and closed his fingers around it, the corked top of the neck of the bottle the only part of it still visible. “Thank you, Hakkaku.”

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

“That’s all.” He was unsure how else to close out this conversation. “Have… fun? With the rest of your… time?”

 

“And you enjoy yours as well,” Hakkaku said knowingly with a wink and closed the curtain.

 

“No, it’s not for me, it’s for…” And then Kouga realized no one was there to listen to him. He shook his head. Yes, mating season was definitely in full swing.

 

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Inuyasha untucked his jacket and kosode from his hakama and shrugged them off as he sat on the bed of pillows facing the wall in his room. It was getting a bit too warm for his liking, and with such little ventilation in the den the heat tended to collect. It made the place nice and cozy before, but now it was just somehow slightly uncomfortable. The air felt cooler, if not lighter, on his chest and shoulders, his skin catching its breath outside the heavy fabric. Kouga was right, he realized – this was too much clothing. Even his fundoshi felt restricting. He held the red jacket in front of him after fumbling his way to the top of the neckline. He felt clumsy for some reason, like his mind and body weren’t quite connected right.

 

“Inuyasha?” Kouga’s voice sounded at the door.

 

The hanyou tilted his head up to respond over the fabric. “Yes?” he looked back at the jacket.

 

“May I come in?”

 

“Yeah, of course,” Inuyasha replied as he picked up a sleeve and let it dangle and fall back down.

 

Kouga was not expecting to find the mutt half-naked when he pushed the curtain aside. He didn’t mind of course.  But again, he was here on business. “Any ideas yet?” he asked, approaching the pillows.

 

Inuyasha leaned forward and laid the jacket on the bed, straightening the wide sleeves and aligning the front flaps. “Not yet. I haven’t really been able to think much about it.”

 

Kouga chuckled a bit. “I know what you mean.” He knelt next to Inuyasha. “A lot of us are having trouble with that right now.” He pointed to the sleeves with his free hand. “You could just take the sleeves off, right?”

 

“I could, yes,” Inuyasha answered. “But then if I don’t like it, I might not be able to put them back on right.”

 

“We have wolves here skilled in sewing. I’m sure we could figure it out.”

 

Inuyasha furrowed his brow. “Actually, I’m not sure I’d be able to take them off in the first place after all. It’s indestructible.”

 

Kouga took his eyes off the jacket and looked at the hanyou’s face. Smooth and strong, the slitted yellow eyes focused, the concentrating frown. “Indestructible isn’t the same is un-disassemblable, is it?”

 

Inuyasha sensed Kouga’s gaze, and he turned his head to meet it. His heart quickened when he found the sky-blue eyes and his fundoshi grew a little tighter. He felt uneasy and looked back to the jacket. “I don’t know. Is it?”

 

Kouga did the same. “I guess there’s only one way to find out, really.”

 

“And what about the bracers and stuff you mentioned the other day? Where do I get those?”

 

“Well, we have a stash of bracers. There’s not many because we usually know when a new guard is coming up,” Kouga explained. “As for the leggings, they tend to be made on an as-needed basis. They’re not too hard to make, but the tailors tend to take care of it. We’ll have to bring one in soon.”

 

Inuyasha nodded. “That should work.”

 

Kouga’s heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t really why he was here. “Just so you know, Inuyasha,” he began. No going back now. “You may feel a little… impatient soon in the coming days.” He watched his hands as he fidgeted the bottle between them.

 

Inuyasha looked back to the wolf demon. “What do you mean?” It was much nicer to look at Kouga without being looked at in return, which usually wasn’t something he minded. Why did it bother him before?

 

Kouga sighed. “Well, you see, every year there’s this phase in our seasonal cycle where the women become increasingly desirable, usually to an unbearable degree for us males.”

 

“Heat,” Inuyasha responded. Much nicer indeed. The way the light curved around his collarbones and shoulders made him look like a statue. His cock pulsed against the fabric.

 

“Yes,” Kouga said, relieved he didn’t have to spell it out. “And I know how you are about mating without some deeper connection – I’m the same way. It’s the reason I didn’t mate with Ayame.” He wanted a glance at Inuyasha, and turned his head to see the hanyou’s eyes on him once more. He brought his head back down and set the bottle on top of the jacket. “If you want it, or need it, since you don’t have a potential mate yet, here’s some salve Ginta and Hakkaku developed. Those of us without mates that don’t roam to breed with other packs tend to stay here and work out our frustrations alone. Mating season lasts for a few weeks, so using this will keep you from rubbing yourself raw.”

 

“I see,” Inuyasha said, eyeing the bottle, blushing a bit. That explained his persistent erection. “You guys are really frank about these things here.”

 

Kouga shrugged. “We’re wolves. It is a part of us. We have no use for speaking about it in some other way.” He laughed. “On top of that we can’t really manage to be anything but plainspoken while the females are in heat.” He stood and put his hands on his hips. “Well, I’ll leave you to figuring out what to do about your clothes. When you’re ready, just come let me know, okay?” He clapped his hand on Inuyasha’s bare shoulder and turned to leave, his feet on the cold stone floor.

 

“Kouga.”

 

Inuyasha’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “Yes?” Kouga responded.

 

“Do that again?”

 

“Do what again?”

 

“Put your hand on my shoulder.”

 

Kouga’s heart skipped again. He walked back and obliged him. The hanyou’s skin felt warm.

 

So did Kouga’s. Inuyasha reached up with his opposite hand and rested it on top of Kouga’s, gripping the wolf demon’s wrist. The touch was simple, yet powerful. “No one has touched me like this in a long time.” He turned his head to look up at Kouga, this time seeking the eyes he’d avoided before.

 

Kouga met them and knelt behind him, leaving his hand right where it was. He forced any conscious thought out of his mind, not that many were there to begin with. “Like this?”

 

“No pats, no hugs, no… anything.” Inuyasha leaned on his hands and rotated to face the wolf demon. For no discernible reason he reached out and slid a hand along Kouga’s upper arm, brushing over the firm muscles there before resting his hand on the skin underneath the fur on the other’s shoulder, stroking it once with his thumb. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

 

Kouga kept his gaze focused on Inuyasha’s and licked his drying lips. “It is.”

 

Inuyasha ran his hand back down Kouga’s free arm. Kouga ran his hand down Inuyasha’s chest and caught the ridges of the dog demon’s stomach with the tips of his fingers as he plopped it like dead weight on the other’s thigh. He slid it back to his own lap.

 

Inuyasha’s mind was in a fog. His cock had twitched when Kouga’s hand drew close, as if it were reaching out to the foreign skin. He needed to do something about this. Now. He fumbled with the tie of his hakama with one hand and tried reaching around behind him with the other, but it was too much at once and he was failing at both.

 

“Here, let me,” Kouga said, his mouth again running on instinct. It instantly registered like a terrible idea, but he spread his knees a bit and hunched forward, reaching for and untying the knot.

 

Inuyasha’s blind grab for the bottle sent him rocking back, but he found it and came to rest on his back on the pillows. “Thanks,” he said, setting the bottle beside him.

 

“You’re welcome,” Kouga said, settling back on his calves.

 

Inuyasha pushed the unfastened hakama down his legs and hooked his thumbs under the sides of his fundoshi, which did little at this point to hide the his erection. He lifted his hips and slid it down, his member rising free. He kicked the clothing off, rested his lower back on the pillows, and sighed, his hand finding the bottle right where he’d left it.

 

Kouga gave a slight cough. “I’ll just be-“

 

“No,” Inuyasha said, “please.”

 

“I don’t want to bother-“

 

“I don’t want to be alone.” Inuyasha took the cork out and the salve oozed slowly and continuously onto his hand.

 

“Umm… you might want to- That’s enough- Don’t let- You don’t need-“ Kouga lunged forward between Inuyasha’s legs and took the bottle from the hanyou’s hands. He hovered on one arm above the dog’s body, his ponytail draped over his shoulder and Inuyasha’s as well. He leaned on his elbow and placed the bottle between two pillows, taking the cork from one of Inuyasha’s hands and stopping it up. He smiled and laughed. “You don’t need that much. The bottle is tiny for a reason.”

 

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” Inuyasha snapped.

 

“Take it easy,” Kouga said. He took a finger and swiped it along Inuyasha’s other palm, gathering some of the ointment. “I was just going to do this in my quarters later anyway.” He rested back on his knees and unfastened his dou, setting it aside, then untied his loincloth, the strap and fur falling to the bed together. His own member dangled free and he slowly spread the salve along it, making sure to coat every inch. As his hand neared the end of his length, his foreskin glided over the ridge of the head, the tautness tugging pleasantly at the base.



Inuyasha calmed quickly and did the same, sighing out a breath as his cock pulsed into his hand in response to the cool slick lotion gliding easily up and down his shaft. His eyes drifted shut, hips rocking up with each stroke to meet his hand.



The wet sucking sound of Inuyasha’s abundant lubrication harked Kouga back to memories of torrid nights in foreign dens, fucking with abandon, every part of his body perfectly connected in the singular purpose of indulging his primal instincts with a female wet and presenting in anticipation. In a similar way, the hanyou’s arching sent shivers down Kouga’s spine. He had no idea Inuyasha could be so... graceful.



Inuyasha let out a soft moan, lost somewhere in his thoughts, and Kouga beamed. “Something on your mind?”



Inuyasha adjusted his shoulders and shook his head. “No, just... feels nice.”



“Ah,” Kouga replied. He was transfixed, and had to reach out to touch Inuyasha’s leg with his spare hand to make sure this was actually happening and he wasn’t just daydreaming in his room again.



Once more, Inuyasha reached out with his off hand and covered Kouga’s. Kouga slid his out from under it and continued up the other’s thigh, over his hip, across his stomach, and down the other side, purposefully not interrupting Inuyasha’s rather occupied hand. There were words of praise on Kouga’s tongue, but he figured his fingers were doing enough talking for the moment.



Inuyasha’s hand did some traveling of its own, tracing over the wolf demon’s tight and muscular thigh across to the inside, eliciting a moan from Kouga. Inuyasha smiled and opened his eyes slightly, lids heavy with his own arousal. “You like that, huh?” he asked, still stroking himself.



Kouga laughed, flustered and starting to pant. “So did you.” His hand moved faster along his length.



“I guess I did,” Inuyasha responded, his own breath quickening.



Kouga squeezed the half-demon’s thigh and Inuyasha arched an eyebrow. “Is that all you got?” he asked.



“Oh, I think I’ve got more where that came from,” Kouga answered with a smirk. He let go of his own erection and once again leaned over Inuyasha, supporting himself on his clean hand. He brought his slick hand up Inuyasha’s other leg and to the inside, briefly grasping and squeezing the balls dangling in the soft loose skin between them before letting go and wrapping his fingers around the base of Inuyasha’s shaft. The other’s hand pumped down to meet it and their hearts raced.



Inuyasha grinned, trying to focus on Kouga’s gaze. The look of admiration was flattering, and Inuyasha figured he might as well put on a better show, but Kouga’s short and low strokes meant he didn’t have to fake it. He moaned again and lifted his hips higher into the air, the pressure and presence of Kouga’s hand pushing back a welcome change, reminding him of what he was missing. He kept thrusting that high, then higher. The hand just wasn’t enough.



Kouga didn’t think so either. Inuyasha’s hips were rising like they were seeking something. His mind flashed again to those nights with other tribes, and he knew what Inuyasha needed.



“Stay still for a moment, Inuyasha,” Kouga said.



Inuyasha settled, but kept stroking himself. “Why?”



“I want to try something.” Kouga coaxed Inuyasha’s hand off of his cock and Kouga walked his knees forward, outside of Inuyasha’s legs. “Just trust me. I want to help you.” He raised up on them and reached behind him, finding Inuyasha’s length and moving it around back and forth between his legs and cheeks, trying to find the hole he knew was there.



Inuyasha wasn’t stupid. He’d heard about this from travelers passing through to and from the Imperial court at Kyoto, and some in the den joked about Ginta and Hakkaku’s relationship, but he didn’t exactly know all the details of how it worked. As long as Kouga seemed to, he was content to let the wolf demon continue.



Kouga bent his hips and lowered, the pressure and the excessive salve making the tip of Inuyasha’s head poke and slide around uncomfortably. Another try, and he figured out he was a little closer. After a couple more, Inuyasha felt his head settle into an indent. Kouga froze.



“Is that it?” Inuyasha asked.



Kouga took a deep breath and pressed down a little harder, feeling Inuyasha’s length start to take hold. “Yeah, that’s it.” In prior years, he’d asked Ginta and Hakkaku how this worked. He denied that he was looking for any advice, but they gave him some anyway. They got cheeky during mating season.



Relax, Ginta had said. Relax everything. It helps it not be so painful at first.



Kouga took another deep breath and settled down some more, trying to unclench his muscles and let Inuyasha in. It felt like Inuyasha had pierced him as the head popped in quickly, but the sensation passed quickly. Kouga stopped for a moment and gathered himself.



“Oh, kami...” the hanyou uttered, both heads tingling. He grabbed at Kouga’s legs and pushed his hips up once more, his cock gliding in smoothly.



There was another little flare when Inuyasha started moving, and then all felt like nothing to Kouga until Inuyasha’s tip brushed something inside of him. It was slightly uncomfortable, but didn’t actually hurt, and then he felt the hanyou bury himself deep. So this was what it felt like. He brought his hips forward, sliding Inuyasha partially out, and lowered himself again. It was so weird...



But Inuyasha definitely seemed to like it. To Kouga, that was what mattered. That was important. He wanted to see the hanyou really enjoy himself for the first time in who knew how long. “Good, Inuyasha?”



Inuyasha managed a nod. “Y-yes...” He pressed his hips into the pillows and quickly back up into the wolf, who winced. A concerned expression crossed Inuyasha’s face, and he searched Kouga’s eyes for more information. “And for you?”



“I’m fine,” Kouga said, smiling with apologetic eyes. “Ginta told me this takes a little getting used to.”



“Okay.” Inuyasha slid his hands up and onto Kouga’s rear, tugging at the cheeks, pleased to feel that more than just the wolf demon’s legs were substantial. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in a little at a time. “Does it go in too far?”



Kouga nodded. “A little, I think.”



“Okay,” Inuyasha slid in some more. “Let me know?”



Kouga nodded again. Inuyasha kept sliding in, and then stopped. They stared inquisitively at each other for a moment. “Why’d you stop?”



Inuyasha gave a slight grin. “‘cause I’m in all the way, stupid.”



Kouga raised an eyebrow. “Really?”



“Yeah.”



“Well then.” Kouga lifted himself again, and Inuyasha met him halfway on the way down. Without another word, they settled into a constant rhythm.



Before long, Inuyasha was panting again, his hands now at Kouga’s waist, claws starting to dig into his skin. Kouga leaned forward on his arms and brought his knees forward a little bit more. He couldn’t let Inuyasha keep having all the fun. He pushed himself back up and rested back on his ankles. Inuyasha’s next thrust felt especially deep, raising Kouga’s ass off the other’s hips and rolling up his body.



“Better?” Inuyasha asked between gasps with a mischievous grin.



Kouga rolled his body again and smirked himself as he pushed down onto Inuyasha’s member. “Yes,” he replied. The spot Inuyasha had glanced before felt less uncomfortable as they went longer, like rubbing at the edges of a scab. He wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked it. The sensation of Inuyasha inside him mingled quickly with his own touch and connected low in his stomach.



Inuyasha quickened his pace as his own pleasure started building. His thrusts became frantic and erratic. His gasps and moans turned to grunts. “I... I’m not going to last much longer, Kouga,” he growled.



“Don’t hold back, Inuyasha,” the wolf replied.



The hanyou’s claws dug a little deeper, and he held Kouga firmly, limiting his movements, keeping him close. Every push and pull felt so good in different ways, and he felt his peak drawing nearer. He clamped down and desperately bucked quickly, the rapid succession of sensation washing over his body and blossoming white behind his eyes



Kouga watched as Inuyasha’s eyes glazed over, lost in pleasure. He felt the hanyou’s cock swell inside of him, then twitch again and again, filling him with his seed. Kouga lifted and sank himself onto it a few more times as Inuyasha’s orgasm subsided, and with a few more quick strokes he sent himself toward his release as well. As the final swell hit him, an extra wave of pleasure shot up his spine from his hole that made him almost whimper, and he sighed as the first string of cum came shooting over Inuyasha’s shoulder. He rocked back and forth with the next few spasms as they coated Inuyasha’s chest. As it passed, the last spurts of seed plopped and pooled on Inuyasha’s rippled rising and falling stomach.



Kouga collected his own breath for a moment and lifted himself off of Inuyasha’s spent member, which flopped onto Inuyasha’s glistening skin, and Kouga rested back on his ankles, his own cock resting on Inuyasha’s. He reached down and swiped a bit of semen from Inuyasha’s chest with his finger. “Sorry about that,” he said, examining and then licking it off.



“No, no, it’s fine, really.” Inuyasha’s hands flopped to the side and he took a deep breath of his own. He was starting to remember where he was. “I’m sorry about the claws,” he said propping himself up on his elbows. “I hope they don’t leave a mark.”



“I won’t mind if they did as long as you don’t,” Kouga said teasingly.



And then it struck Inuyasha. Kouga had helped him, yes. But what had they done? Kouga was okay being marked by Inuyasha, like he was proud of it. Was Inuyasha proud? Was this how men mated? Was he bound to Kouga for life?



Kouga saw the shift in the hanyou’s expression. He looked worried now. Kouga couldn’t say he didn’t expect it, but he’d hoped this wouldn’t happen. He was only trying to help, and only responded to what Inuyasha did. Inuyasha looked pleased before, but now Kouga thought it might be the last thing he’d ever do for him. He stood. “I... should get going.” He raised a knee, propped himself on a foot and pushed off the knee to standing. He bent over and grabbed his loincloth, the air hitting cold on the cum starting to leak onto his leg. He tied it loosely around himself to not make a mess of it. He bent again to pick up his dou. He was glad it was mating season. It meant no one would question him for walking around like that. He furrowed his brow and grimaced, fighting back the other emotion he knew was welling up in his throat as he walked toward the hallway.