Game of Cat and Mouse

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Chapter Six: Confession

Inuyasha felt his tongue being sucked. Hard. When he felt pressure on his taste buds, he retreated downwards and tried to pull his head away. But no matter where he escaped and hid, the intruder followed. The fingers of a strong hand were gently tugging at his silky hair while attempting to close the distance between the pair of lips even more. If his head didn’t work, then he would try his body. But a muscular arm had wrapped itself around his spine. If he tried to struggle, the wounds on his back would definitely reopen.

Their tongues played a rapid but zealous game of hide and seek before Inuyasha’s adrenaline kicked in when he began feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. Hard unforgiving military boots swiftly contacted Kouga’s unguarded feet. He should have worn something thicker than dress shoes that day.

“Ow, shit!” Kouga inhaled sharply in response to the sudden pain. He quickly reached one hand to squeeze his injury while his other still held onto the man he just impulsively orally violated. Inuyasha could finally take a breather, but he wasn’t going to let his old buddy get away with his crime. Because of him, he had to wipe away the dirty drool lines running down from his mouth… while thirty plus strangers starred.

“You asshole, what was that for?!” Inuyasha screamed at Kouga before slapping his possessive arm away and successfully distanced their bodies. He glared menacingly at the other customers with a face that conveyed a ‘fuck off’ loud and clear. While the curious or shocked swiftly looked away, the remaining grinned widely back at him. One man even gave him a wink, which Inuyasha responded with a disgusted face before giving him the finger. He would gone over to beat the crap out of the shithead when he just smiled mischievously back if Kouga hadn’t forced his attention back to him.

“That was obviously a kiss, Sil.” Kouga said chuckled after significantly lessening the pain in his foot.

“I don’t need any more kisses!” Inuyasha yelled, his face practically red with anger as he suddenly remembered Sesshomaru’s rough kiss a couple of days back. In fact, he was so upset that he didn’t notice Kouga’s eyes turning to slits. Suddenly the aura got tense.

“Someone else kissed you?! Wh—“ Kouga forgot that he was with his two attendants. But who could blame him when he had just found the love of his life?

“Boss, what happened?!” Hakkaku cried as he and Ginta ran towards him. They were practically sweating a river of worry.

“I thought I told you guys to stay put.” Kouga questioned with his authoritative voice.

“But we thought you were in trouble.” Ginta reasoned. The two totally freaked out when the heard the loud noises coming from their boss’s direction and decided to go over when they realized people were all looking his way.

“Oh, he is. No shit about that.” Inuyasha abruptly interrupted their conversation. He glared daggers at Kouga before pushing past him and marching hastily towards the exit. Kouga completely ignored his men’s inquiries to run after Inuyasha. As he left the café, he heard the faint sounds of a traditional bell that sang fervently in tune with his heartbeat.

“Sil, wait!” He extended his arms to grasp his friend’s wrist so that they could face each other again.

“I-I was just too happy. We haven’t seen each other in so many years…”

Inuyasha only responded by maneuvering his hand onto Kouga’s wrist and twisting it harshly. The Korean immediately sank to the floor wincing. If you saw them from across the street, you could swear Kouga was proposing to Inuyasha.

“Don’t give me that shit, Kouga. You don’t just suddenly kiss people when you’re happy! Hugs and props, I get, but you don’t start sucking tongues like they’re a lollipop, you douche!” Inuyasha fumed.

“Okay, okay! Uncle!” Kouga cried. In reality, it didn’t hurt that much. He knew Silver would never seriously harm him. It was just a warning, but Kouga couldn’t help surfacing the most childish grin his lips could produce. His friend was just too cute for words. Even after all these years, Silverclaw hadn’t changed. Not one bit!

“That’s not what I want to hear, kid.” Inuyasha used his other hand to tap Kouga across the head.

“I’m sorry, Silver. Forgive me?” Kouga played along. It would have been a perfect moment if only his two aides hadn’t come running from behind and ruining it.

“Get your hands off our boss!” Hakkaku yelled with his teeth bared, his hands reaching for something inside his suit.

“Yeah! Hands off!” Ginta pointed accusingly at Inuyasha. “Don’t think you’ll get away with touching our boss just ‘cause you’ve got a pretty face!” It would have been a lot more convincing if he wasn’t running so comically with his tail between his legs. And the noticeable filth on his white shirt was honestly doing his threatening no justice.

Inuyasha let his grip on Kouga go and let a snicker free. But Kouga was less amused. He was immediately up and had his arm out shielding Inuyasha.

“What do you think you’re doing, Hakkaku!” He roared. “This man standing in front of you is Silverclaw, your future authority!”

His men instantly stopped in their tracks. If they had worn white instead of black that day, no one would doubt you if you suggested there were two amusing statues situated in the sidewalk. Inuyasha could already imagine neighbourhood pigeons mistaking their shoulders as a convenient toilet. He would have offered extra commentaries if Kouga’s last comment hadn’t perked his interest.

“Future authority? What does that mean?” Inuyasha returned Kouga’s arm back to its owner’s side as he looked up at him. The mafia boss was around two inches taller than him, which wasn’t exactly something to celebrate. Their positions had switched since the last time they saw each other and Inuyasha’s one additional year of life experience over his friend was no longer as discernible as it had been seven years ago.

Before Kouga could explain, Inuyasha had to dismiss Hakkaku and Ginta’s quivering apologies. A raised palm did the job shutting them up. As they obediently moved away to stand on guard, Kouga felt his heart swell up with pride. His love was just as impressive as ever.

“All I can say is I didn’t fuck up my end of our deal.” Teeth exposed, Kouga lifted his chin slightly like a cute kid that had just aced his very hard math test.

“Wanna expand on that?” Inuyasha tilted his head curiously as he shifted his weight onto his left leg while resting his hands on his hips. He rubbed them slowly, pleased that they were finally healed but for a split second, Sesshomaru had invaded his head again. He was glad Kouga was around to stop that undesirable train of thought.

“They call me Kingpin back at home. Any guesses?”

“Are you shitting me?” Inuyasha coolly raised an intimidating fist.

“Hell no.” He swore as he smiled broadly, his hands already up in defense. Eyelids rose at him in return.

“Wow, I didn’t think you had it in you.” Inuyasha remained silent for a short moment before he queried earnestly, “Run into any trouble?”

“Ouch, that one hurt.” Kouga sulked, clutching his chest as if he had just been shot. Oh Lord… Dramatic much? But Inuyasha knew Kouga’s outgoing attitude was exactly why he got along this man. It was nice to have someone like that around—especially if you’ve been around a bunch of fucked up sickos most of your life. Kouga, on the other hand, hadn’t lost his touch or changed on the inside, much to Inuyasha’s relief. He had been concerned about whether or not his selfish request would ruin his friend. He hadn’t known the man for very long, but he had a hunch that Kouga was capable. The Korean’s last comment had resolved whatever amount of worry he had hidden away.

“Sorry,” Inuyasha offered a smile, “But I still don’t see how that gives me any authority.”

“I’ll fill you in if you let me treat you to lunch.” He suggested, pointing a finger to his car. He had millions of questions for Silver—like who the fuck was the lucky bastard that kissed him before he did—but first he would need time to tell his own story. He hoped his achievements would impress his love, if only a little, and perhaps convince him to take Kouga’s hand.

He remembered Sil had always had a healthy appetite and damn it all, Kouga was going to use that to his advantage. He was a straight-forward kind of guy and didn’t plan to hide his true intentions from the drop-dead gorgeous person in front of him. But that didn’t mean he would turn away the chance to pamper the man enough to get him into the right mood to accept his confession. It was a tad bit cowardly, he had to admit, but when it came to wooing Silverclaw, Kouga didn’t blame himself. He wanted the man and he was going to get him, no matter what he had to do.

But when Inuyasha didn’t answer, Kouga frowned.

“Are you going to refuse me a catch-up date?” He didn’t want to let go. Not now. Not ever. He panicked as his guts screamed at him to hold on to the object of his desires. Would he have to wait another 7 years to see his Silverclaw? No, he couldn’t.

“I can’t.”

“Don’t do this to me again, Silver. You can’t.” Kouga pleaded.

With a creased temple, Inuyasha explained, “That’s not it. I ran into some major shit a while back. It’s been a killer week and now I’m on the run.”

“Then let me protect you. I won’t le—“

“I don’t need your protection.” He cut Kouga off curtly.

“Then why are you running away?!”

“I have my reasons!” Inuyasha growled. Not only was Kouga’s inferiority to Sesshomaru crystal clear, but Inuyasha refused to trouble his friend. He didn’t want to be protected, because he wasn’t weak and he’d be damned if he allowed Kouga to think otherwise.

“Silver, you asked me what I was doing in Japan. I came to search for you. I want to take you back to Korea, do you understand?” Kouga strained.

“Why would you want that? That’d risk you your position, stupid.” It took a while for Kouga to decipher these words. He would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious.

Kouga grabbed Inuyasha’s shoulders and whispered in his most persuasive tone, “Oh god, no. You have any idea how much they want you. Some of them would even die to meet you! You need to know how big of an impression you left behind. Come on, you gotta give me a chance to explain. We can just talk in the car if you want.”

Inuyasha stared into the darkness of Kouga’s eyes and sighed hoarsely. It was obvious how much his friend wanted to keep him there. He assumed this business was really important to him, so even though Inuyasha had a strange feeling in his stomach telling him to jet right that second, he agreed to stay. On the condition that they would only talk in the car and that he would be allowed to leave soon. Kouga agreed only after Inuyasha reassured him he would keep in contact. Damn the man for knowing how he would never break his promises once they’re made.

As the two jay walked diagonally across the street to the black vehicle, Inuyasha prayed Kouga wouldn’t ask too many questions about his past life, as he was pretty sure the man was aware of his dangerous skills by now. He hadn’t expected to see Kouga ever again in his life, but since it had happened, Inuyasha would just have to deal. Although the timing couldn’t have been worse.

As they reached the car, Kouga opened its door for him. Inuyasha felt a little awkward, envisioning Kouga as a chauffeur. He didn’t appreciate the thought of anyone serving him, but Kouga standing as straight as bamboo stalk with a full tux on would definitely be a hilarious sight to see. All giggles aside, Inuyasha knew that Kouga was just taking precautions so that he wouldn’t suddenly change his mind and leave. A little annoying, yes, but he understood his friend’s actions. So Inuyasha decided to entertain him and got into the car first.

Kouga was standing outside the open door, with his back to Inuyasha as he instructed his two aides. One was to go back to the café to bring them some food as they still hadn’t eaten, and the other was told to bring their motorcycles and then stand guard outside the care.

But before Kouga could finish and slip into the car beside him, Inuyasha felt a strong on his right arm, effectively disrupting his balance on the seat. A cold breeze flew into the car, attempting to dry out his eyes as Inuyasha met with intense gold that flared absolute hunger and dominance. The assassin could only shiver as if a high fever was among the consequences of the sudden spell. One second, Sesshomaru was tightening his rough grip around his bicep while pouring his very soul into Inuyasha with mere eye contact, and in the next, he was being carried on the Yakuza’s shoulders only to be shoved into a different car.

It had happened way too fast. The extreme momentum and ferocity denied Inuyasha any small amount his voice. Only when he caught Kouga’s earsplitting cries behind him, did he finally snap out of his daze to find himself held securely in between his captor’s long, firm thighs. Pulsating heat radiated into him from both sides and back. Inuyasha looked down at the rippling muscles around his chest. Then up in front at the silent driver behind the wheel of the car. Then to the window to his left that displayed a constant, dizzying blur of the outside world.

Then pure adrenaline rushed in, shifting Inuyasha into flight or fight mode. But when tried to push against the detaining force, one half strengthened while the other half reached under his thigh and pulled his legs out. It was impossible not to lean back down against the strong chest behind him and he whimpered as the familiar pain shot up from his back. There was no way he could move now.

“Stay put, Inuyasha.” Sesshomaru’s imperial voice commanded unnecessarily, breaking the deafening silence.

Inuyasha felt his heart in his throat as he uttered dryly, “W-What’s going on?” The moisture was completely gone from his mouth. Never once, in his entire life, had Inuyasha’s body ever experienced such rough, overpowering, but strangely delicate treatment. So how the hell was he supposed to react to this?

“Why did you leave without my permission?” His captor growled as the tip of his head reached down to placidly bump Inuyasha’s head slightly to the side as he began feasting on his neckline.

“Ah!” Inuyasha hissed as his tender skin was brusquely assaulted.

“Answer me.”

“I d-don’t need your permi—“ Sesshomaru bit down warningly, hard enough to leave red but not hard enough to penetrate muscle. When his ears picked up a moan of pain, he growled low and huskily, letting Inuyasha sense his yearning as it vibrated throughout his small frame.

“I-I’m sorry! Damn you!” Another intimidating nibble. Until finally, Inuyasha muttered reluctantly between clenched teeth, “I take back the last part.”

Immediately Sesshomaru stopped his attack and lifted himself to promptly grasp a nearby water bottle. His arms remained around Inuyasha as his long, slender fingers tore off the cap. He then softly pressed the mouth of the container against Inuyasha’s lips and slanted it to some degree, forcing the assassin to take in the revitalizing liquid or risk dirtying himself.

He ended up getting his clothes wet anyways, as the driver turned the car abruptly to the side. Thunderous honking and beeping, accompanied by calls of his nickname was heard from somewhere behind him. His friend was hot on their trails.

“Kouga… “ Inuyasha whispered, as he strained desperately to find his friend’s reassuring face.

“Lose him. Now!” Sesshomaru roared at his driver.

“No!” The man in his lap cried in distress as his nails clawed into Sesshomaru’s thighs.

“Stop, Inuyasha. I won’t harm you, but I must take you back.” Sesshomaru cooed. He didn’t want to repeat the same mistake he had before. He swore he would ingrain his real intentions into Inuyasha’s brain this time, or else the heavens would earn the right to rain thunder upon his body.

“What do you want from me?! You’ve had enough fun, haven’t you?!” Inuyasha cried as he trembled wildly in his arms. “Are you angry that I stole the car? That I flipped you off? That I broke your cameras?!” He was beginning to sprout nonsense now. Sesshomaru didn’t like where this was going and under such foreign anxiety, he made a small mistake:

“I’m sorry, Inuyasha.” Sesshomaru began cursing himself upon realizing his blunder. Until he sensed his captive—for the first time ever under his care—relax a great deal. Then it dawned to him that his mistake may not have been one after all, and it could possibly be the key to fixing their relationship. He experimented with his new discovery:

“I’m sorry. Forgive me.” Sesshomaru nuzzled his nose in Inuyasha’s honeyed hair. He breathed in the familiar citrusy scent and was stunned to fathom the true degree of agitation he had been in since Inuyasha escaped from headquarters.

“You jerk.” Inuyasha hesitated. “Are you serious?”

“Very.” Sesshomaru realized.

“Then get the hell away from me.” Sesshomaru flinched and only squeezed Inuyasha tighter as he replied stubborningly,

“No.”

“You liar! Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have expected anything from you!” Again, he began stuggling.

“I simply do not want you to leave me again!” Sesshomaru argued back. Why was he being so difficult?! “You cannot be with that undeserving ruffian!”

“Speak for yourself, asshole! Kouga’s my friend!” Damn it all. Speaking in his position was quickly becoming a very draining task. “…I won’t run away. So let me go, Sesshomaru.” He sighed out. Inuyasha didn’t why it was, but only Sesshomaru had the talent to make him this tired, to make him submit, to instill fear in him, to make his fucking world a pain in the ass—sometimes literally.

“If you run away, I will chase you to even the deepest levels of hell if it means I can bring you back.” Sesshomaru reminded Inuyasha before aversely releasing his limbs.

“Yeah, I think I got that.” Inuyasha chided, finally getting the opportunity to enjoy glaring at his captor. Then he turned his attention back to the window. Kouga and his two friends were nowhere in sight. Then he realized that he had left the Jaguar behind with all his important items in it. “Oh shit.” He gasped out as he pressed his warm hands against the glass.

“What is it?”

“My stuff. In the Jaguar.”

“My Jaguar.” Inuyasha turned his head to face the taller man.

“It was yours?” He grinned, at the possibility of another win over Sesshomaru.

“I’ve already instructed my men to retrieve it.” The yakuza comforted, “With your possessions intact.”

“Seriously? Thanks!”

Oh dear god, this man…

Sesshomaru felt his groin fighting to spring to life. But who the hell could blame him? Inuyasha was flashing his famous cheeky smile, now with added special effects as the light from the approaching sunset seeped through the dark windows of the car and landed perfectly on Inuyasha’s childlike face at every angle. Not only that, but their earlier turbulent intimacy had successfully uncovered a large portion of Inuyasha’s skin. Sesshomaru had his own clothes to thank for that. He was a great deal bigger than Inuyasha, therefore the outfit he had ‘borrowed’ from him fit his frame rather loosely, making it much too easy to peel off.

Sesshomaru had been debating whether he should take the man right there and then, until he interrupted him.

“You’re not going to hurt Kouga, are you?” Sometimes, Sesshomaru thought, Inuyasha needed to just keep his mouth shut.

“I promise I will if you ever mention his name in front of me again.”

“What? No way!”

“Try me.”

“What did he ever do to—“

“He touched you.” He answered casually. So casually that Inuyasha was taken aback. Then his eyes widened as today’s events flashed by his head.

“You saw our kiss?!” Sesshomaru nearly fell off his seat, which in itself told Inuyasha he had just fucked up. Big time.

“YOUR WHAT?” Uh oh.

“Uh… It’s a nice day out, isn’t it?” Oh, motherfuckering shit.

“Inuyasha…” Sesshomaru growled deep and low from the back of his throat. He was going to kill the scoundrel a thousand times over!

“I-I was the one that kissed him!” Inuyasha blurted out. Well, that really was the only way to save his friend’s ass. Kouga was so going to owe him for this. “Damn it, who cares anyway? What the hell does it have to do with anything?”

“I care, you dimwit! You are mine.” Sesshomaru rebuked blatantly. If Inuyasha wasn’t red with embarrassment at his point, it was shock. And if it wasn’t shock, then it was definitely anger.

“Oh, really? Since when did that happen, dipshit? Huh?!” He roughly grabbed Sesshomaru’s collar and glared daggers at him, daring the bastard to say it again.

Sesshomaru’s answer? He used their proximity to his advantage again as he pulled Inuyasha in for a hot, passionate kiss that left behind spent and swelling lips. Sometime during that long purification, Sesshomaru had managed to pin the surprised Inuyasha under him.

As he starred down at Inuyasha with amber eyes clouded with burning lust, he stated huskily,

“Since now.
Since I learned your name.
Since the very first moment you appeared in my life.”

Recalling that they were not alone, Sesshomaru leaned close and whispered low and warm through an evident smirk into his babe’s ear, “I love you.”


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As I thought, I just couldn’t bear to leave it without redeeming Sesshomaru. Grr, I love him too much to make him suffer! But poor Kouga... (laugh)

Fuck, I hope I didn’t make any mistakes in this chapter. Or at least not a lot.
Because I didn’t edit it; just write it in one get-go. (sighhhh)

Anyway, please reviewwwwwww! I truly appreciate your time and support!

See you next time!