Game of Cat and Mouse

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Chapter Seven: Ceasefire

Sure, he had more experience with nutcases than the average Joe, but this Sesshomaru fucker definitely topped the cake. He accuses Inuyasha for something he didn’t do (and inflicted some major physical damage because of it), humiliates him in the worst way possible, holds him captive against his will, thinks simply knowing someone’s name means a solid relationship, threatened to kill his friend if he didn’t bend his will, and seemed to think that a mere week of distasteful interactions could equal love. Yup, you couldn’t get more psychotic than that.

You see, the thing that makes Sesshomaru so difficult to deal with is his constant change in temperature. First he’s artic cold, then he suddenly switches to warm, and now he’s in the process of reaching boiling point. Inuyasha’s could handle just plain cold—it was what he encountered for most of his life—or a continuous warm—like some of his temporary employers who he has since lost contact with for explicable reasons—or even scorching hot—like those creepy hosts he sent to the hospital when they tried to get him to join their stupid clubs. But when he met Sesshomaru who was all over the place, Inuyasha just didn’t know how to respond without looking like a bumbling idiot. Gone completely was his habitual speedy countering using witty tactics often thought up on the spot, and in came a recurring state of fucking dumbfoundery to replace it. See? He was even making up new words just to describe how totally lame he felt around Sesshomaru. Inuyasha wondered if this was retribution for being an asshole in his previous life or something. Whatever. He didn’t give a shit about the cause right now—he just needed to get of this current predicament and do it fast. Where was a shiny light bulb when you need one?

“You’re insane!” Inuyasha yelled at the top of his lungs into Sesshomaru’s ear in response to the sudden confession. It was spine-chilling scary to have someone whisper into your yours, but it did mean the opponent’s ear was just as available for attack.

Sesshomaru immediately moved his ear away from the harsh vibrations coming from Inuyasha’s famously contentious mouth. Oh yes. Inuyasha one, Sesshomaru, a big fat zero! The skilled ex-assassin took the opportunity to slide his elbow up to his chest and pushed his forearm as strong as he could against Sesshomaru’s. He would have to ignore the numbing of his back for now. His very sanity depended on it.

“How dare you question my words.” Sesshomaru snarled with the voice of a predatory beast. He rarely, if ever, experienced outright rejection or doubtful discord from anyone. Not even from his top subordinates. And here Inuyasha was, totally defying him again like the stubborn mule he was. Perhaps he would have been calmer if his words that were being unduly criticized weren’t something Sesshomaru expected to wildly stir the heart of the criticizer. This notion was thanks to his numerous ‘nymphos’ he recalled Rong dubbing them. They were all very similar to each other, but the one thing Sesshomaru received from all of them, were those three words he had just repeated to Inuyasha. Then they would stare at him with failed endearing eyes that the educated Sesshomaru knew to associate with those of the most covetous and foul vultures, urging him to simply regurgitate the exclusive phrase that would confirm their victorious hunt.

Of course, Sesshomaru gave them no time of day after using their bodies as outlets for his sexual debauchery. He did, however, pick up on how favourable the three words were and gave them high status within his vocabulary. He figured it he could risk offering such precious, virgin words to the sole man that could pose a threat to his coherence and make Sesshomaru comprehend just how agonizing his own libido was. But Inuyasha certainly didn’t seem to think so.

“Get off of me!” Inuyasha persevered, refusing to spoil his captor, even a little.

“No. Why are you bent on denying me?” Sesshomaru placed more of weight down on the small body. Of course not all of it, as he didn’t want to hurt Inuyasha’s back even more. He did care for the younger man’s health, but the thought of the injuries being the obstacle to his sexual relief certainly did its part to make Sesshomaru more conscious of his strength.

Too bad that didn’t stop Inuyasha.

“Because you have mental problems, man!”

“What makes you think that?” A cold, cunning hand slowly made its up Inuyasha’s shirt, daring him to provide an acceptable reply to Sesshomaru’s question.

“What other explanation would give you reason to think that falling in love with a MAN when you’ve known him FOR LESS THAN A FUCKING WEEK, was okay?!” Inuyasha yelled at the obnoxious man looming over him. Sesshomaru tugged at and parted the bandages at his chest, effectively exposing his amply sensitive left nipple.

“My reason never fails to disappear the minute you’re concerned. My insides are churning just from having you so close to me.” He played with Inuyasha’s now hard protrusion with his right hand as he leaned down to taste Inuyasha’s jawline. “Do you feel me, Inuyasha?” He teased, disregarding the developing bruises on his chest thanks to Inuyasha’s hopeless struggle.

“S-Stop! I’m not a woman, Sesshomaru!”

“I don’t need one. I have you, and you’re better than any woman.” He thrusted his rock-hard bulge towards inuyasha’s pelvis and let a small moan as he simultaneously twisted Inuyasha’s abused nipple. Oh, god, he felt so good. And they weren’t even naked. His warmth was not enough to fulfill Sesshomaru. His desires screamed for skin contact as Inuyasha continued to protest. The assassin was able to free his left leg and curled it to slam his heal against the small of Sesshomaru’s back. But there was no pain. Only the sheer pleasure his attacks stimulated as it made more room for contact and friction between their manhoods. Sesshomaru could already feel his precum leaking into the fabric of his pants.

“I am not your whore!” Sesshomaru was taken aback by Inuyasha’s harsh words and he quickly put a halt to his movements. Was he treating Inuyasha like a whore? Did he really think that way? Was that what Inuyasha was to him?

No. The very thought made Sesshomaru want to puke.

He lifted himself up and pulled Inuyasha’s body along with his strong arms. Sesshomaru held tightly onto his waist as he starred into Inuyasha’s offended, fearful eyes as he was seated on his lap again—only this time they were facing each other. Sesshomaru frowned at what he detected in those brilliant golden orbs. Why wasn’t his dexterous seduction working? It had never failed him before.

“That’s not the way I see you, Inuyasha.”

“Your fatass dick ain’t very convincing, fucker.” Inuyasha’s comment earned a small snicker from the driver, to which he gave a generous smirk. Sesshomaru would need to remember to kill the guy later. For a now, a cautionary growl would have to do.

“This is a normal reaction. Can’t you tell how much I want you?”

“Can’t you tell how stupid you sound right now?” Inuyasha fought.

“Don’t push me.” Sesshomaru eyes narrowed warningly at Inuyasha as his grip on his narrow waist tightened.

“Then let me go!”

“You promised not leave.” Sesshomaru reminded him.

“That’s was for Kouga’s life. It didn’t include sexual harassment, bastard.” He pushed against Sesshomaru’s shoulders and attempted to get shift to the side since the roof of the car prevented him from escaping upwards.

“Did you forget my promise to kill should you ever mention his name to me again?” Shit, this blackmailing asshole, Inuyasha thought when the monotonous ringtone of a cellphone reached his eardrums. Sesshomaru glanced towards his soon-to-dead driver, who had answered the phone. Then he presented the phone to his boss behind him as he continued to drive.

“It’s for you, Boss.” His extremely deep voice announced. Sesshomaru reached for the phone and placed the earpiece where it had to be.

“What?” The commander said monotonously.

“YOU BITCH! WHERE ARE YOU?!” The loud bellowing that answered Sesshomaru gave relief to Inuyasha, whose sharp ears picked up the familiar voice right away. Thank god Kouga was safe.

“How did you get this number, you rogue?” Sesshomaru hissed in return.

“Heh. Who do you think supplies the parts for your cars, fucker?” Kouga was right. Although almost every vehicle was provided by Jiang to the organization, some of the parts needed to ensemble to cars were actually ordered from Korea by Kim. And if you were Kingpin, a plateless car meant nothing—it actually made it easier to track down the country it was in, the companies that made it, which organizations backed those manufacturers, and then so on until they got to the top dog, namely Sesshomaru. Then it was only a matter of searching their intelligence database for a number that could connect to him.

Sesshomaru had to admit, Kouga wasn’t as stupid as he thought he was.

“Should I be impressed? Are you implying you can find us?” Sesshomaru mocked. Even if they knew names, they would need to spend more time for addresses.

“TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE, I’LL SHOW YOU EXACTLY WHAT I’M IMPLYING! And if you harm Silverclaw, so help me, I will make sure even your bones will rot in Hippo’s stinking shit!” Inuyasha laughed so hard at his friend’s comment but Sesshomaru only felt a new wave of jealously. He comically wiped away a tear with his palm before he struggled with his captor for the possession of the phone. Obviously, Inuyasha won.

“Hey Kouga.” He chuckled into the phone. For now, he would stop struggling and sit his tight curvy bottom Sesshomaru’s lap. While completely ignoring the bastard’s presence of course.

“Sil? Is that you? Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Shit, why the fuck does the head of the Japanese mafia know you?” Okay, biggest surprise for Inuyasha. Ever. He didn’t even know who Sesshomaru was, except for being a person of high authority and an incurable pervert. He didn’t think he was dealing with the very… very, very top. That’s just fucking great, Inuyasha sighed mentally. Now he knew for sure he couldn’t get Kouga involved in this escapade.

“I’m fine, Kouga,” he lied, “You don’t have to worry about anything.”

“You’ve always sucked at lying.” It was true. He did fail at it. But he did it anyway, only hoping that the cellphone made his words a little bit more convincing.

“Just let me handle this, okay? Can I contact you later?” He persuaded. While Kouga reluctantly agreed, knowing how stubborn his friend could be, Sesshomaru immediately said no, as if Inuyasha had been addressing him. The two silver-coated men exchanged another short glare before Inuyasha went back to ignoring Sesshomaru to hang up the phone.

“Thanks Kouga. Go sightseeing or something, okay?” The second they concluded the conversation, Sesshomaru grabbed the phone and threw it out the window he had opened earlier while his babe was paying no attention to him.

“What the fuck?” Inuyasha asked, his hand still cupping an invisible cellphone.

“You’re not meeting him.” Sesshomaru stated nonchalantly. He noticed Kouga had used a phone with visible caller ID to call his phone, but now there was no way for his Inuyasha to contact the weasel.

“That’s not for you to decide.” Inuyasha tried to push himself away again, only to realize that he was now positioned closer to the taller man with a stronger hold. Ok, so maybe completely ignoring him hadn’t exactly been the best idea of the century. Turning to the driver, he ordered with the voice of an assassin, “Stop the car, I’m getting out.”

Sesshomaru didn’t expect his underling to follow, but when he did, he let livid roar out. “He’s going nowhere, move the car!”

“What is wrong with you?!” Inuyasha yelled, the rage resurfacing in his voice and eyes.

The yakuza turned his head back to his captive, returning the same rage. “You.” He spat out before swiftly pulling Inuyasha’s pants down from his tailbone, revealing the smoothest swell of buttocks Sesshomaru had ever caressed.

“No, stop!”

He positioned Inuyasha’s ass above his lengthening member and was about tear his zipper open to ram his fully frustrated and impatient cock into the boy’s tight hole when Inuyasha stopped him.

“If you do this to me again, I swear I’ll never forgive you!”

“Fuck, Inuyasha! Then tell me! What must I do to make you stay?!” Sesshomaru buried himself in Inuyasha’s chest, not wanting him to see his convoluted face. “Stop fucking with me already!”

Sesshomaru was trying so very desperately to hold back. Hold back from fucking Inuyasha so raw till the muscles of his delicious hole wither from the brutal abuse his cock threatened to give. Hold back from killing Inuyasha with a bullet to his perfectly toned breasts if only to stop him from driving him ridiculously crazy. Hold back from permanently crippling Inuyasha if it means he would stay with him and never go back to Kouga ever again.

And Inuyasha, for once, understood and sympathized with the Sesshomaru trembling with anger and need.

“You seriously fell for me?” When Inuyasha only received a low growl on his chest and two large hands cupping and squeezing his ass, he breathed out, “Fine, I’ll stay. Shit.” He pulled his hair from his face and looked down at Sesshomaru, who had finally lifted his head.

“But you’re gonna have to stop pissing me the fuck off. I’m my own boss, understand?” Inuyasha conditioned, before offering a small, tried smile. “And I’ll promise to listen to what you’ve gotta say if it’s reasonable. Agreed?” He was just as weary of this extensive vexing game of cat and mouse as Sesshomaru. Since it has happened, Inuyasha would just have to deal. That was just the kind of guy he was—pretty much cruising every wave that managed to meet with his board. He just hoped he wouldn’t crash head first into the biggest wave he’s ever encountered and get through the surf alive… and mentally stable.

“Don’t change your mind later.” Sesshomaru warned.

“Unlike you, I keep my promises.” Inuyasha reprimanded. “Now let me go. My back’s killing me and your hands are doing a shitty job keeping my backside warm.”

Sesshomaru rubbed him harder.

“That means I prefer my pants—“

“My pants.”

“—your pants over your perverted, stingy bastard hands.”

“Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru started as his babe sat down beside him on the car seat.

“What.”

“Than—“

“Shut up. I’m regretting it already.” Inuyasha groaned in annoyance as he wiped his sweat-adorned face with his hand when he noticed how Sesshomaru’s heated organ had grown to an even more unbelievable size.

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Contemplating whether I should edit and add to the previous chapter or not.
I did this chapter in one get-go too. The difference was the quantity of fatigue in my body and the volume coffee in my bloodstream, haha.

Well anyway~ Please review if you enjoyed the chapter (or rate). Any sort of encouragement makes me very happy! (Imagine a Pikachu on crack. Ok not really because I love Pokemon, but you get the idea.)

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