Gutter Trash

a/n: So I had started this other story called ‘Comes Undone’ but I’ve decided to delete it since I don’t think I’ll be working on it anytime soon. It was one of cases where you think of a story and it makes sense in your head, but then when you put it down on paper it falls apart, so to speak. And all the angst was starting to get to me… Anyway, I got totally stuck, I might revisit it later if I think of something to do with it, but in the meantime I had this other idea that wouldn’t leave me alone…

Disclaimer: I own nothing… Also, this story is rated nc-17 for a reason. If sexual content and strong language offend you, or if you’re too young, find something else to read. Oh, and please review!


Ravenous (Prologue)

44th. 42nd. 40th...

Inuyasha leaned forward in the hard plastic seat, hands clenched at his sides, one foot tapping impatiently against the floor. The street signs passed slowly beyond the hazy grime of the window.

32nd. 30th. 28th.

“Hey old man, can you get this piece of shit to move any faster?!” Inuyasha yelled at the driver.

The ‘old man’ ignored him, muttering something about teenagers and disrespect as the bus pulled to a stop. Inuyasha glared at the new passengers as they got on. He nearly screamed in aggravation as he watched a stooped old woman with a wobbly cane struggle up the bus steps.

“Damn it…” he growled.

It was Friday night and the bus was nearly full except for a conspicuously empty area around where Inuyasha sat. It seemed that no one wanted to go anywhere near the scruffy-looking kid with the long hair and weird eyes looking like he wanted nothing better than to punch a hole through someone’s face. This wasn’t too far from the truth. Inuyasha was pissed off and beyond frustrated. He had run the three miles to her studio in record time in an act of near desperation only to find that she wasn’t home. Now he was on the bus headed toward the Tama, the local punk club where she sometimes hung out on the weekends. He could only pray that she was there. He didn’t think he could take it anymore.

He couldn’t remember when it was that he’d begun to want her like this. Not that it mattered. Somehow he had become attracted to her, and that attraction had grown to an almost unbearable physical ache. After waking up from a vivid and particularly perverted dream that had left yet another mess on his sheets he had decided that he would take what he wanted once and for all. He would find her and… well, he hadn’t exactly planned it all out. Inuyasha knew that if he let himself think too much about what he was doing he’d lose his nerve.

14th street. 12th street…

“Fucking finally,” he muttered, standing as he pulled on the cable signifying the next stop as his. He nearly knocked over several passengers in his rush to leave the bus, before he broke into a mad sprint to cover the remaining few blocks to the Tama. As he approached the familiar, somewhat run-down building a few people he knew tried to get his attention.

“Yo, dogshit, what the fuck you doin’ here tonight?” called out a voice Inuyasha knew, unfortunately, all too well.

He glanced at the other boy and grinned. Perfect. If she wasn’t here, at least he could take out some frustration by kicking Kouga’s ass.

Ignoring everyone else, Inuyasha pushed his way through the crowd of spiked hair and black leather and entered the club. Standing near the entrance, he scanned the crowd desperately.

“Where the fuck is she? She has to be here… where the fuck else would she be?” he muttered.

A small red-haired boy of about fourteen walked past him, all goofy grin and wide-eyed innocence. Inuyasha reached out to grab him by the collar of his shirt and turn him so they were face to face.

“Oi, Shippou, is Kagome here?” he asked, yelling to be heard over the loud noise of the band.

Shippou scowled, landing an ineffective punch to side of Inuyasha’s head.

“Inuyasha, you stupid jerk, let me go!” he yelled. Inuyasha did so reluctantly, giving the kid his best ‘move and you die’ look.

“Humph! If you must know…” Shippou crossed his arms and tried his best to look defiant. He paused deliberately. Inuyasha leaned forward, ready to jump out of his skin. “She’s here. I saw her watching the band earlier. She was over by where the bathrooms are. I still don’t know why she hangs out with you, though, when you’re such a…”

Inuyasha was already gone. The knowledge that she was close had brought the barely suppressed desire back with a vengeance. His hands shook, his breathing went ragged. A part of him thanked the darkness of the room for hiding what had to be an obvious hard-on in his suddenly too-tight pants.

And then he saw her, like an angelic vision in the dark haze of cigarette smoke. Perfect, beautiful, untouched by any kind of filth or corruption… she leaned against the wall in a simple black dress and combat boots. As usual, she wore no jewelry or make-up, and her long black hair was pulled up in a pony-tail. She was watching the band with a pensive expression, suggesting that her thoughts were somewhere else. Inuyasha stood frozen for a moment, studying the curves of her body, her long pale legs, and her gorgeous face.

“Kagome…” he whispered.

He approached her cautiously as he tried to think of something to say that sounded better than ‘I’m horny and I want you,’ which seemed to be the only coherent thought he could come up with. He stared at her helplessly. A part of him wanted to run before she saw him, while another wanted to just shove her to the floor and take her right there.

Still unable to speak, he reached out slowly. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed her arm and before she could say or do anything he’d pulled her into to the men’s bathroom. He glanced around, thanking whatever gods existed that the place was empty.

“Umm… Inuyasha…. What are you doing?” He looked at Kagome, who stared right back. She was looking at him like he was crazy, which was exactly how he felt. For the first time since he’d left on this ‘quest’ of his he felt a stab of doubt. She might not want him back. Sure, the signs were there, but what if he was wrong? Though he’d never admit it to anyone, he knew he was wrong a lot. What if she hated him for this? After all, he was nothing. He had nothing to give her. He was just a dirty street kid, with no money, no job. He was practically homeless…

His mind went black. He stared into her eyes, letting them hypnotize him. Such a gorgeous, iridescent grey; they reminded him of the sea right before a storm hit. He leaned forward. Just as she opened her mouth to say something he captured her lips with his own. The kiss was gentle, hesitant. When her hands rose to his shoulders he was afraid she would push him away, but instead she gripped his jacket while leaning into him.

Inuyasha felt the tenuous hold on his self-control quickly slip away. He was like a person starving. He put his arms around her waist, simultaneously pulling her against him as he pushed her back against the wall. He moaned at the feeling of her body against his, at the softness of her breasts against his chest, at the warmth of her. He pushed his hips against hers, letting her feel the effect she had on him as he probed her lips with his tongue to seek entrance to her mouth. Her lips parted slowly and he moved to taste her.

‘Heaven…’ he thought absently as he let his tongue caress the recess of her mouth. He reveled in the taste of her, sweet with a touch of mint, as he explored her. The slight roughness of her tongue, the hard edges of her teeth, the firm pressure of her lips, the wet softness of everything else. The sweet shyness with which she kissed him back was turning him on more than he could ever have imagined. He pulled back reluctantly to glance around the bathroom. Satisfied that they were still alone, he trailed tender kisses on her temple, down her cheek and across her jaw line to settle on her throat. He heard her moan as he sucked on the delicate skin. With an arrogant smirk, he bit her gently and was awarded with a shuddering gasp. Cautiously, he moved a hand from her waist to drag across her stomach to her breast. Marveling at the firm warmth of her against his palm, he bit her throat and dragged his thumb over her nipple.

“Inu… yasha…” she whimpered. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she collapsed against him. He brought her lips to his own for another hungry kiss.

He wanted more. He wanted all of her, to consume her. He dropped to his knees. She was staring down at him with a dazed expression. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glazed over. Some of her hair had come loose and was falling around her face.

“You’re so beautiful… I want you…” he heard himself say in a voice he barely recognized as his own. Reaching beneath her dress, he grasped the waistband of her panties. He looked back up at her, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, he pulled them down her legs and let her step out of them. Throwing them aside he reached back up beneath her dress. Still studying her face, he carefully probed the damp curls and slick folds. He brushed his fingers gently over the wet heat of her entrance and over the hardened bundle of nerves above it. He watched, fascinated, as her eyes closed, her back arching as she thrust her hips against his hand. She moaned as he rubbed her clit, bringing her nearly to edge before pulling his hand away.

“Inuyasha… I…” she struggled to speak.

“What is it Kagome?” he asked her.

“I want…” she shook her head desperately.

“What do you want?” he stared up at her, admiring the subtle sheen of sweat on her skin.

“I… don’t know,” she admitted.

Inuyasha smirked. He’d tormented her long enough, and he couldn’t hold out anymore even if he wanted to. He was so close to her arousal, he could smell it. It was intoxicating. A delicate, purely female musk that was making him dizzy with want.

“Spread your legs a little,” he whispered. She did as she was told, and he lifted her knee up over his shoulder. He almost laughed at her shocked expression.

“Look at me, Kagome,” he demanded. Locking his eyes with hers, he pushed her dress up to her waist and leaned forward to touch her with his tongue. She gasped, her eyes falling shut. He had wanted to watch her every reaction, but the taste of her was too much. ‘Another time,’ he promised himself, as his own eyes closed and he let himself get lost in her. She tasted like nothing he’d ever imagined. Subtle, yet overpowering; salty sweet with a hint of tanginess. He explored her with his tongue as he had with his fingers earlier, vaguely aware of her moans and whimpers somewhere above him. Her legs trembled at his sides, and he held onto her so she wouldn’t fall. He licked and sucked her clit, grasping her hips as she thrust against him, her hands pulling at his hair as she came. He continued to hold her as she seemed about to collapse against him, lapping up the juices that coated her entrance and her inner thighs.

Standing up, Inuyasha kissed her hungrily, groaning at the combined taste of her mouth and the remnants of her orgasm on his lips. He felt her hand move down his stomach, and when she reached his erection he almost exploded right then. Reluctantly he pulled away from her.

“Not here,” he said. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her out of the bathroom. Ignoring the many curious glances and knowing grins in their direction, they ran through the crowd. When they reached the door, Inuyasha lit a cigarette as he waited impatiently for her to get her purse and jacket, only half-listening as Kagome made up some excuse about a sick family member to the friends she’d come with. Once outside he glanced over at her.

“Did you bring your car?” he asked.

He watched as she fumbled in her purse. He smirked as he realized she was avoiding his gaze and that she was blushing furiously.

“Umm… yeah,” she answered as she took out her car keys. Inuyasha pulled them out of her hand.

“I’ll drive.”