Predictable

© Salome Wilde, 2008

Author’s Note: Ok, so the last chapter bored you (0 reviews!). Chikusho! Well, I happened to like the addition of Miroku’s perspective, but fine. So you’re hard to please. Being more uke than Seme as a writer, here’s some sex, you greedy beasts. And if I don’t get reviews this time, the story is going on hiatus! (Ooh, that sounded quite Seme, no?)

Also: As I wrote this, I kept fighting with myself over whether to actually let Inuyasha learn something about desire or just get to the lemon…again. I’ve decided to compromise. Here’s Inuyasha’s absurd attempt to learn, blended with some hot-n-humorous (tm) wolf/dog oral sex action.

Predictable

Part VI.2

Once he could get up, Inuyasha ramped up the bravado, cursed out Kagome for taking Koga’s side again, damned Miroku and Sango for their unwillingness to take his side, and kicked Shippo—because he could. Shippo screamed and ran to Kagome, Sango offered a “Why me?” face, Miroku bowed his head (and snickered into his hands), and Kagome made clear she wasn’t above making Inuyasha sit again and withholding the ramen for a month. Inuyasha stomped off, certain he’d given himself convincing reason to chase his nemesis. He was equally certain that the others hadn’t seen his erection growing as he took his hasty exit.

As he stalked through the forest, counting his steps and sniffing out his prey, he couldn’t help but notice that his senses felt particularly alive. The breeze toyed with his thick, coarse hair, making him shudder. The earth was moist and cradled his feet with every step. His hard-on was brushed rhythmically by his clothing. And the air smelled rich and fecund; even the increasingly strong stench of wolf didn’t lessen its allure. A fleeting image rushed through him: Koga’s lips pressed to his, eagerly urging his mouth open to offer his sweet, sharp wolf’s tongue. He began to run, unable to fully convince himself that he was not an obedient little dog, panting after a treat, but increasingly unconcerned about anything but getting his hands on Koga.

When at last (and in truth it was only about three minutes) he reached his destination, he found Koga lying, naked, beneath the shade of a tree. Hands folded beneath his head, his eyes were softly closed, and the smile on his face was positively beatific. Dappled by the sunlight through the leaves, his tanned flesh beckoned to Inuyasha. Touch me, Koga’s body cried out. Inuyasha was awed at the sight, at the wolf’s careless, relaxed posture. He showed not the slightest apprehension at leaving his body so vulnerable in Inuyasha’s presence. The bastard didn’t even open his eyes.

Koga’s hand casually reached out and fastened itself to the semi-hardness between his legs. Eyes still closed, he began to stroke. “Feels good,” he murmured. “Especially with you watching, mutt.”

The combination of condescension and desire Koga presented so calmly hit Inuyasha with anything but calm. Like the kickback of Tetsusaiga’s wind scar, his softly spoken words smashed Inuyasha full in the chest and drove him on. It was so fucking good to hate him and want him and then to have him…though too damn much on the wolf’s terms. How the hell would he ever turn the tables and have Koga panting for him the way he was panting now?

“Well, don’t just stand there,” cooed Koga. “Come and touch it.”

Inuyasha’s feet carried him to Koga’s side. He stood, looking down, and found himself salivating. Was it possible he wanted to suck that thing? No, damn it. No fucking way.

Koga slid the foreskin back and squeezed himself. Inuyasha stared as a thick, clear droplet leaked from the slitted head. Two fingers from Koga’s other hand came up and wiped it clean, then brought the liquid to his lips and sucked them clean. He pumped and squeezed again, with similar result. This time, though, the fingers that dipped into the nectar were held out for Inuyasha.

Without thinking, Inuyasha bent forward and took the slender digits into his mouth. He sucked the nearly-tasteless fluid and kept his eyes on Koga’s. The wolf seemed to like this, and Inuyasha liked his liking it. He suckled firmly, scraped his teeth along them, twisted his tongue around and through them. And Koga froze. The yokai seemed spellbound. Yes: this was good. This was what he wanted. Ok, it should have been Koga sucking his fingers. But, thought Inuyasha with more sophistication than many would have deemed him capable, maybe being the one in power wasn’t just about who did what to whom. Just maybe.

This subtle logic (or rationalization, you be the judge) brought Inuyasha—fingers still held in his warm, wet mouth—slowly to a seated position beside Koga. He released them and straightened his back as he watched Koga watching him, noting that the wolf had stopped stroking himself. Trying out his new theory, he demanded, “Feed me more,” and waited for Koga’s reaction.

The wolf’s usual smirk was nowhere to be seen, and this in itself made Inuyasha hard as a rock. Here he was, giving orders, and Koga was neither laughing at him nor attempting to push him around. Koga looked down at himself, and earnestly wrung forth another drop of the opalescent liquid, then passed his fingers through it and held them out for Inuyasha.

Like a king on a throne, Inuyasha parted his lips and allowed Koga to rise onto an elbow and place his fingers gingerly inside. Inuyasha sucked them softly, and seemed to impress Koga no less than he impressed himself with his own restraint. The urgency of his straining erection, however, threatened to topple him from his presumed seat of power. He needed more, and he needed it now. Removing Koga’s fingers by grabbing his wrist, he followed through by taking hold of his other wrist, then pressed down until the wolf’s arms were pinned at his side. The fragile reasoning he had only begun to develop wasn’t easy to sustain beyond knowing what he wanted and knowing he was going to get it. But that was enough. He held Koga in place while he brought his mouth to the head of the shaft before him then swallowed it down.

Koga grunted and grimaced but did not fight the nails that dug into his wrists. He loved how horny and bothered the damn mutt got around him. Just expose the wild little hanyo to the least bit of lupine desire and he was off and running. That mouth felt delicious, hot and slick and so eager. He couldn’t dig his hands into Inuyasha’s thick mass of hair, but he could buck his hips enough to make the ride sweet. Fangs suddenly grazed his sensitive flesh and he winced. He held himself back from the command of “Watch it, mutt” that he was about to make, knowing that an enraged Inuyasha was too likely a dangerous result when he was in so vulnerable a position. No, he would hold back on the taunting until the time was right…for both of them.

As Inuyasha sucked, Koga carefully raised a leg so it slipped between Inuyasha’s and soon he basked in the doubled rhythm of oral gratification and a humped leg. What a dog Inuyasha truly was. And how fun it was to encourage and lead him on. The shaft pressing against his thigh was so hard and so ready for action. He tested Inuyasha’s determination to keep him pinned and found that his attention was now focused on sucking and riding Koga’s thigh. Thus, he gently slipped his wrist free and raised himself enough to slide it into Inuyasha’s hakama and around that waiting erection. He loved being able to control the pace at which the hanyo humped and sucked through the rate at which he stroked, and soon got exactly what he needed to approach climax.

Inuyasha was lost in sensation, no longer able to tell where his body ended and Koga’s began. He knew the wolf had his hand down his pants, and he knew he had his mouth around Koga’s shaft. And he knew it all felt right. Life was good. Being a greedy creature, though, he also knew it could feel even better if that hand of Koga’s were exchanged for his mouth. Mustering his newfound confidence, he swapped his own mouth for his hand so he could speak.

Koga cried out in a voice that sounded decidedly angry. “Damn it, Inuyasha, I was about to spew!” Inuyasha was thunderstruck. First, why had he not known the mangy wolf was about to let go? Second, why did he again sound like he was the one in control here? Why the hell did this keep happening?! Inuyasha squeezed Koga’s erection as if to crush it and, in a voice that was more properly heard on the battlefield with a phallic sword the size of a daiyokai tooth in hand, he howled “SUCK MY DICK!”

Koga reacted instinctively. With that fist squashing him, a climax was out of the question at the moment, and he was not only shocked but a little afraid. He wasn’t sure whether he was more concerned about having his most treasured body part mauled (his tail ran a close second, but his cock was definitely first) or about Inuyasha’s yelling, that would quickly bring his friends running if he could not swiftly pacify the frenzied moron. He turned quickly onto his side and began to lick and suck. Truth be told, he found no displeasure in giving the occasional oral gift. And right now, as Inuyasha relaxed his iron grip and began to stroke him, a shared oral experience sounded positively explosive. He swirled his tongue around the shaft as he moved his mouth up and down, sucking softly then more aggressively as Inuyasha began to buck his hips. When he felt he truly had the little mutt under his spell, he risked removing his mouth to speak.

While his hand continued to milk, he used his sweetest uke voice to get what he wanted. “Suck me, too, Inuyasha?” he begged. He wouldn’t make himself say “please” unless absolutely necessary, and he knew Inuyasha well enough to suspect it wouldn’t be. And lo and behold, he reflected as Inuyasha dove down to devour him again, it wasn’t.

Koga manipulated their positions for comfort and ease of sucking. Inuyasha would likely have stayed in whatever twisted position he first took. (So very much that dog had to learn, Koga thought, and how rewarding to be his teacher.) Both then gave themselves over to the simultaneous pleasures of giving and receiving, of displaying prowess and enjoying the excess. In Inuyasha’s case, “prowess” was exaggerating, though what he lacked in technique he made up for in enthusiasm. And, from Koga’s perspective, in a deliciously deep desire to please.

Inuyasha, by contrast, felt himself fully in control, having gotten Koga to shake with fear and then beg for it. He might even let the wolf get off this time. He reveled in the talents of that horny yokai, amazed at his ability to keep him so aroused and so close to climax without taking him over the edge. He did his best to offer the same, sucking gently then firmly, using his tongue and trying not to scrape overmuch with his teeth—just enough to feel him shiver. And keeping his attention split between his own aching need and Koga’s was the perfect balance to stop from peaking too soon.

Lost in their competitive bliss, neither noticed the silent approach of Sesshomaru. Reflected in his large, implacable eyes—so catlike yet all inuyokai—one would never have guessed at the spectacle he was silently watching.