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It had come as a surprise when he’d learned that Inuyasha loses his demonic powers once a month. Koga had heard the rumours about half-demons, but he’d never really known one before. He’d never really had the opportunity to see what that would be like for a hanyou to suddenly become a human.
But the reality of it - once he’s witnessed said event - sticks with him.
He’d seen Inuyasha, dark-haired and with rounded ears that night that they’d all been chasing Naraku. It had been a night of high stress. There hadn’t been time to stop and really… look at him or anything. But he’d thought about it later. At length.
Inuyasha as a human had smelled different. His clothing had still smelled like him, the stink of dog. But beneath it had been something sweeter, softer. Something more like...Kagome. Does he use soaps from Kagome’s time? Is that what it is? Or is it Inuyasha himself?
Doesn’t matter, Koga tells himself. He’ll never see Inuyasha like that again. Nor does he want to. He and Inuyasha are not friends - are barely allies - and only so for Kagome’s sake. If she were to… leave, they would not have any contact with each other again.
Therefore, Koga does not care for him, and does not care what Inuyasha looks or smells like when he’s as fragile as any other human.
So Koga tries to forget it.
But then... in some twist of fate, Koga sees him two months later, and realises that it’s the new moon only when he sees the dark hair laying over the bright red of the kimono still wrapped around Inuyasha. He’s sitting next to Kagome, cross-legged, the tetsusaiga leaning against his chest. When he sees Koga he rolls his eyes. “Oh god, what are you doing here?”
“I smelled Kagome,” says Koga, although she’s been forgotten, suddenly, in the wake of the realization that Inuyasha is human tonight.
“Of course,” says Inyasha, flatly. When he speaks, Koga can see that he no longer has his deadly canines. His teeth are flat and even, like all humans', with just a hint of a point at the edges of his mouth. “Here to bother Kagome at every possible opportunity.”
“Inuyasha,” Kagome chides, and elbows him before getting up. “It’s always nice to get a visit from Koga.”
“Probably good timing too,” adds the monk from where he’s sitting at the opposite side of the fire, “Since we are more vulnerable tonight, without Inuyasha’s protection.”
“Hey!” snaps Inuyasha. “Quit acting like I’m dead. What right do you have to look down on me? I’m human just the same as you tonight, aren’t I?”
All three of the humans, and Shippo, laugh, presumably at the implication that Inuyasha would be able to survive an actual battle as a human. At this, Inuyasha naturally gets riled up, and leaps to his feet to shout at them. Koga doesn’t really hear what he yells, because the movement causes a waft of Inuyasha’s scent to hit him. It hits right as Kagome hugs him, actually, and the double whammy of Kagome’s floral smell, and the feeling of her warm, soft body, and Inuyasha’s… Inuyasha smell... gets him right in the gut.
And then it sinks lower.
Ah. Fuck.
He pats Kagome on the back and then steps away before he can get too excited, aware as well that the embrace has turned Inuyasha’s attention back to him. There are a pair of sharp brown eyes staring at him over Kagome’s shoulder. Thankfully this is the one night of the month that Inuyasha wouldn’t be able to smell Koga’s arousal, even if he did let it get too far.
“Can you fuck off?” Inuyasha snaps from where he stands next to the fire.
“Inuyasha, be polite,” says Kagome.
Inuyasha huffs, “Can you please fuck off?”
“Nah,” drawls Koga. “I want to make sure Kagome is protected tonight, since she doesn’t have her guard dog around.”
“I’m right here,” snaps Inuyasha.
“I don’t see any dogs at the moment, do you?”
He sees Inuyasha coming, of course. He’s slower, as a human, and Koga is fast to begin with. But he lets Inuyasha grab him, get up in his face, and snarl. Koga has no cloth around his neck for Inuyasha to grip, so his blunt-fingered hand is curled horizontally over the top of Koga’s armour to pull him forward.
The feel of Inyasha’s knuckles against his chest is weird. It makes Koga’s heart leap and skip a beat.
“What’s your problem, mutt?” Koga snarls at him. Unfortunately, this close up, he’s treated to a full and unobscured view of Inuyasha’s face. It's is blemish and wrinkle free, as only a demon’s flesh can look, though the skin is thin and nearly translucent, like all humans are. The combination of the two is gorgeous. It must be because Inuyasha has never been human long enough for his skin to develop any imperfections. It’s just... flawless.
He kind of...looks like Kagome. A soft, baby face and big eyes. He’s half a foot taller than she is, but still shorter than Koga. He’s small.
“You, obviously,” says Inuyasha.
“Me,” breathes Koga, the word coming out totally wrong.
Inuyasha frowns in confusion, “Yeah? You.”
He does smell like soap. His hair smells like it too, like something strongly perfumed but not feminine. Not flowery. It’s almost kind of spicy. His kimono smells like Kagome as well as his regular half-demon self. He’d been carrying her earlier. It makes Koga feel a bit dizzy, actually, all the scents mixed together.
“Hey,” shouts Kagome at them, “Can you please stop fighting for one second? Koga just arrived, Inuyasha, and he’s here to help. Leave him be.”
“Here to help himself to you,” mumbles Inuyasha under his breath. It seems none of the humans hear him, but it’s quite clear to Koga, who snorts.
It’s cute how insecure he is. Typical dog, barking at anyone who comes near what he considers his property.
Nevertheless, Inuyasha backs off. It has become quite clear to Koga over their last few meetings that Kagome is Inuyasha’s master, and he subserviently serves her as any dog would serve its owner. So, despite all the grumbling, Inuyasha always does as he’s told. He stomps back over to where he’d been sitting before and flops down, pressing his bare feet together in front of him, and settling his back to the tree that overhangs their makeshift campsite.
Koga sits down on the opposite side.
“Have you eaten?” asks Kagome. “We were just about to make supper.”
“I could eat,” says Koga, despite the fact that he has, in fact, already had his evening meal. He’d never turn down food from his woman, not the least bit because the delicacies she brings are always unique and delicious.
“Don’t give him our food,” says Inuyasha.
Kagome ignores him, and starts setting up the pot of water to boil over the fire. She chats animatedly with Koga and the others about their day and their plans for the next. The monk and the demon hunter and Shippo join in. Inuyasha sulks.
Humans talk a lot, Koga thinks. This is not typical for demons. Bird demons, maybe. But he likes it, likes the noise, even though it diminishes their safety.
Eventually, they unroll their sleeping mats. Kagome once again has a peculiar sleeping blanket from the future that she snuggles into along with the child, which has some sort of metal contraption that holds it closed along the edge that she claims is called a zeeper.
Inuyasha stays where he is, staring at Koga across the lowly flickering flames.
“Are you not going to sleep?” Koga asks him, after some hours.
“I never sleep on the new moon,” says Inuyasha, barely above a whisper, obviously fully aware that he does not need to speak louder than that for Koga to hear him.
Koga supposes that makes sense. “But everyone else does?”
Inuyasha snorts, “Yes.”
That’s surprising, that they wouldn’t want to help him keep watch, given how vulnerable Inuyasha must feel. Considering how many people are out to kill them, Koga is surprised any of them sleep soundly at all on any given night, let alone the new moon. “I’m here,” says Koga, nonchalantly. He twists a finger in his ear, just to make sure the message that he does not truly care is clear, “so you can rest.”
“Yeah, right,” snaps Inuyasha, voice still hushed. “Like I trust you to watch over me. I’d probably never wake up if I shut my eyes while you were standing guard.”
Koga wonders how long Inuyasha had been on his own like this. Sitting, propped up, eyes open and bloodshot through the early morning’s first sunlight. Now he sits, surrounded by friends, tired eyes still wide. Koga kind of wants to see him sleep. What would that look like?
Sometime after midnight, Inuyasha starts grooming, carefully combing out his hair with his fingers. He starts at the ends and works his way up slowly and methodically towards the roots. His hair, which is usually fluffy and unruly when it’s silver, turns to black silk in his fingers as he untangles it.
To Koga, the smell of it is overwhelming. It’s making his mouth water.
“Doesn’t that smell interfere with you? Is that why you’re so bad at tracking?”
“I’m not,” says Inuyasha. “And if you weren’t such a fucking idiot, you’d be able to filter it out too.”
“Why do you use that stuff?” says Koga, meaning the soap.
Inuyasha’s face starts to colour red. “None of your business.”
“Ah,” says Koga, and picks at his nails. “Kagome gave it to you. That’s why you use it.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re such a puppy dog,” hums Koga. “You’ll do anything she says, won’t you?”
Belligerently, “No.”
Why does Inuyasha look so different as a human? Why does he look so much softer? Why does the warm light of the fire make Koga want to touch Inuyasha’s smooth skin?
He looks like Kagome. He kind of smells like Kagome, like the person Koga has wanted for so long. It’s confusing to his senses, being this close to Inuyasha, especially with the actual Kagome sleeping less than ten feet from them.
Koga wants to… Well, it’s sending his instincts wild. He wants to push Inuyasha down and mount him. Fuck him like he’s wanted to fuck Kagome for so long.
He swallows the saliva collecting in his mouth.
“Anyway,” says Inuyasha, “takes one to know one.”
“Oh? So you’re admitting it?”
“No!”
“Yeah, you are. You said you were one.”
“Ugh,” sighs Inuyasha and shifts, bringing up one thigh to his chest and wrapping his arms around his leg. He rests his chin atop his knee. His sword still sits against his shoulder. “You’re insufferable.”
Koga kind of wants to bite him. He wants to taste that sweet spicy smell on his tongue.
Get it together, he tells himself and tries to settle down. He looks at Kagome instead. She looks sweet in sleep, her thick black eyelashes spread against her pale cheeks, her pink mouth gently parted. This does not help him to settle down. It makes it worse.
So he stands, suddenly, thinking that he’ll go for a walk. He sees Inuyasha jerk and tense up as he does, his head swivelling in the direction that Koga happens to be looking.
“What is it?”
“No,” says Koga. “No, nothing.”
“Do you smell something?” asks Inuyasha, turning his face instinctively towards the wind, despite the fact that there’s no way he’d be able to catch anything in his current state.
“I told you it’s nothing.”
“I don’t fucking trust you,” says Inuyasha.
Koga bares his teeth, “Sounds like your problem.”
“If something is there, at least tell me so that I can be ready for it.”
“There isn’t,” Koga tells him, and then takes off. He’s not going fast enough to create a whirlwind, because that would disturb the camp enough to wake everyone up, but he’s certainly too fast for Inuyasha to catch, though he sees him lunge in his direction out of the corner of his eye.
It was the right decision - getting out into the forest does provide quite a bit of relief. The cool night air clears his nose, and his sinuses, of the stench of the man he’d been talking to. He can still smell him, but it’s distant and manageable.
Koga must be approaching his rut. That’s really the only explanation for the sexual thoughts that have been plaguing him tonight. Even when he sees Kagome his thoughts aren’t usually quite this randy - and he’s been thinking them about Inuyasha of all people.
“Gross,” he tells himself.
He has no problem with Inuyasha being a man. Men are actually ideal as casual sexual partners because there’s no risk of accidental offspring. But he’s a love rival, a half demon - and a dog at that, which is really just a lesser, tamer, weaker version of a wolf - as well as being an annoyance. Honestly, his personality alone should be repulsive enough. Wanting to mount Inuyasha is really…
Disgusting.
It’s disgusting, there’s no other word for it. He needs to get it out of his head.
Koga wanders the forest for an hour or two, nominally scouting to ensure there are no enemies nearby, but really just killing time to allow his head to clear. Then he heads back to the camp, to the low, glowing light of embers about to go out. Inuyasha still sits where he was before, though the smells around the camp illustrate clearly that he had been up and walking around recently. Probably prowling the edge of the clearing, looking for the threat he thinks Koga sensed. He looks exhausted and strung out, the skin beneath his drooping eyes creased.
Koga sits back down where he’d been before. The pale light of dawn is beginning to peak over the horizon, and Inuyasha seems to visibly relax as the sky turns grey.
“You really just went for a walk, huh,” says Inuyasha. It's not really a question but Koga answers anyway.
“Yeah."
“You’re such an ass,” Inuyasha tells him, and leans his head back against the tree, shutting his eyes.
Koga senses it before he sees it, the pulse coming from Inuyasha, and then suddenly a flash of silver, and another, as the colour drains from Inuyasha’s hair. His fingernails grow sharp. His ears pop up from his hair atop his head. And when he opens his eyes, they’re golden again.
Koga tries not to be disappointed.
Koga does his best not to think about them both.
Kagome. Her petite body, her pretty face. Her brazen attitude and sublime power. She’s perfection in a five-foot package.
And Inuyasha. A dirty, disgusting mutt, with hair like the night sky and skin like spider’s silk. And that smell. Ugh. That’s the hardest thing to forget. It still makes Koga salivate to remember it.
He’s definitely coming up to his rut, but there’s no time to deal with it or wallow in it when they’re all busy trying to find and kill Naraku without getting found and killed themselves. As an alpha wolf, Koga should be beginning courtship with his mate - especially considering that wolf demons only enter their breeding phase every ten years or so - but obviously other things take precedence.
Still, when he does see Kagome, he can’t help but act on a few of his urges. It’s the day before the new moon, and he wants to make sure she’s safe, so he drops in on them and insists that he tag along. Naturally, everyone except Inuyasha is happy to see him, because as the demon hunter puts it, “There’s safety in numbers.”
Of course, being with this group is an exercise in self control for Koga. Inuyasha is not a temptation when he reeks of dog, but Kagome is as sweet as ever. He wants to touch her. His instincts want him to be affectionate, to be close to her.
Unfortunately, there is another demon here who knows exactly when Koga’s self-control is slipping. Thus, Inuyasha goes absolutely crazy when he sees Koga briefly rub his cheek against the top of Kagome’s head.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he shrieks, at full volume. Birds alight from a nearby tree.
“Inuyasha!” snaps Kagome. “He’s only being friendly.”
“No, no, that’s not just being friendly, ” says Inuyasha, obviously knowing full well that that is courtship.
Koga snarls at him, “Shut up, mutt!”
“Don’t touch her like that, then!”
“I’ll touch Kagome however I damn well please, as long as she is okay with it.”
“No, you won’t! I’ll kill you if you try that again!”
“Inuyasha, sit!” says Kagome and Inuyasha abruptly disappears from Koga’s view as he’s dragged down to the ground. It cracks slightly under the impact.
Spitefully, Koga touches his forehead to Kagome’s and effusively thanks her, and enjoys the way she blushes and Inuyasha screams obscenities from the dirt in response. He gets another two sittings before he quiets down enough to be allowed up. It thrills something inside Koga to see him sullenly get up out of the crater, brushing pieces of broken rock off his suikan.
He wonders if Inuyasha has learned over the months how to position himself when Kagome says that word - if he has time in the split second before he meets the ground - so that he doesn’t fall on his own arm (or worse, his sword) and injure himself.
Inuyasha glares at him as he shoves past, stalking out ahead of the group. This is obviously so he can’t see what Koga is doing, and to hide his embarrassment at being so easily subdued.
“Don’t mind him,” says Kagome.
“I never do,” says Koga.
They walk for a while, until they come to a human village. Koga is wary about going in, but Inuyasha doesn’t seem to have any kind of problem with it, so Koga slinks behind Kagome as the monk starts waving around his jingle stick and proclaiming that he can sense bad spirits. The humans are whispering about the “demons”, but again, Shippo and Inuyasha appear to be ignoring them, despite the fact that they must be able to hear the shit these people are talking behind their backs. So Koga does too.
The monk’s machinations get them a place to stay for the night, in a palatial estate. They get a full meal, and futons. Several of the ladies seem interested in Koga, once they’ve realized he’s no threat, and he finds himself preening under their attention. Kagome keeps shooting glances his way and smiling shyly when she catches his eye. Maybe she’s jealous? He likes that idea. It’s a good dinner. Enjoyable. Tasty. Very satisfying.
Inuyasha is conspicuously absent. It’s only once the meal has ended and Koga steps into the courtyard that he remembers why. Right. The new moon.
“That was so good,” Kagome is sighing, with pleasure.
“It’s always nice to have someone else cook for us,” says the demon hunter, with a side eye at the monk, “Even if the means by which we received it might have been less than the whole truth.”
“We’re saving the world,” says the monk, with a shrug.
Koga thinks that’s fair. They are saving the world. It’s just that the human population doesn’t seem to be aware of that fact. So a free meal is really the least that people can do. They head back to their room, where a dark haired Inuyasha sits in the corner. As before, he’s wrapped around his sword, propped up by a wall.
And he’d bathed recently. Tonight. Maybe while they were eating.
Koga feels like he’s been punched in the face. The smell is so strong. Inuyasha doesn’t smell like himself at all -- well, he does, his human self, but not like Koga usually encounters him.
“Why didn’t you come to dinner?” Kagome asks him.
“It’s getting late in the season,” says Inuyasha.
“So?”
“So the sun sets earlier,” says Inuyasha. “I’d already lost my sense of smell before dinner even started.”
“Oh,” says Kagome. “Right. Of course.”
“I ate, anyway,” says Inuyasha, and gestures vaguely in the direction of Kagome’s bag.
“You better not have finished all the chips,” grumbles Kagome, rooting through her backpack.
Koga sits down right where he is, next to the door. His legs feel strangely weak. His skin feels itchy. Inuyasha’s hair is still damp, he can see that now. He wants to touch it. He wants to touch Inuyasha’s skin, feel the blood pumping through his veins, so close to the surface. Just thinking about it has Koga’s breath coming quicker, his body hot.
Inuyasha looks at him strangely. Koga adjusts himself so that he looks normal. He’s just…sitting beside the door, guarding it. Right? That's normal.
“Do you want to play cards?” Kagome asks the group.
Everyone responds with enthusiasm, except Inuyasha, who is cajoled into it. They move the oil lamp and sit in a circle. Koga stays where he is, afraid to move, lest he somehow lose his mind.
“Koga, this is called Crazy Eights,” says Kagome kindly, shuffling back a little so he can see her cards over her shoulder. She smells good too. This is probably a bad idea. He should leave before this gets any harder - uh - more difficult. “You see these symbols? They’re called suits. And this is a number.”
“A number?” manages Koga. He’s never seen anything like it before.
“Give it up, he’s too stupid to learn cards,” says Inuyasha.
“It’s an Arabic numeral,” says Kagome, completely ignoring the interruption. “It’s a different way of illustrating numbers from my time. Or you can just count how many of the symbol there are on each card.”
“What is this picture of a person?” asks Koga, pointing a clawed finger at one of the redder cards. He feels like he can hardly talk.
“That’s a Queen. There are also Kings and Jacks that aren’t numbers.”
“So we know Kagome has a Queen,” says Shippo smugly.
“Like that’s gonna help you,” says Inuyasha.
Kagome explains the rules as they play. It seems like a simple matching game. Either you put down a card with the same suit or the same number. Except then the monk puts down a card with neither a matching number nor matching suit and says, “Hearts.”
“You always say hearts,” says the demon hunter.
“That’s because my own heart is so big,” says the monk, quite disingenuously.
She rolls her eyes.
“Ah,” says Koga, “That’s an eight.”
“Right,” says Kagome as Inuyasha huffs a judgmental laugh. She then plays one of the red cards with the rounded symbol. Koga wants to brush her hair aside and bite her neck. Wants to mouth at her skin. Wants to mate with her. He wants it so badly.
He swallows. Keep it together, Koga.
He manages to watch the rest of the game and then retreats outside the room before they start another round, claiming he needs some fresh air away from Inuyasha’s stench, which is true (but not for the reasons he lets them believe). Inuyasha mocks him as he goes, telling Kagome she wasted her time trying to teach someone who doesn't have a brain.
Koga really can't refute that at the moment. Tonight it feels as though he doesn't have a brain.
He sits just on the other side of the door, outside but still on the veranda, where he can hear them laughing as they play, then them setting up for bed. There’s a divider that goes up between the men and the women and Koga can hear the monk complaining as Inuyasha readjusts it so that he cannot see Kagome or the other woman.
(Maybe Koga should learn their names, if he’s going to be spending so much time around them. He’d thought - at first - that they were only humans so there was no real need. But it’s starting to become apparent to him that perhaps, somehow, he...maybe likes humans.
Otherwise, why would he feel this way about Inuyasha only on the new moon?)
God, he’s uncomfortable. He wants to fuck. If he were at home, he’d likely fuck another male member of his pack, since he doesn’t have a mate to lie with. It’s not as good as copulating with your woman, from what he’s heard, but it takes the edge off. It’s a stress reliever. Koga hasn’t had to worry about these things for long - he’s almost three hundred, but he’d only reached sexual maturity a few decades ago. This is honestly the worst it’s ever been.
His cock is hard and there isn’t even any stimulation out here. Just the quiet moonless night and a cold but gentle breeze. Shifting, he pushes a hand down and grabs at his dick through his clothing. It feels so good that he almost groans out loud.
There’s no one around. He could just… relieve himself, if he wanted to. All of the humans are asleep. The guards at this place are nowhere near him. He can just touch himself a little.
He slides his hand back and forth a couple of times, biting at his bottom lip so that he doesn’t cry out. He thinks of Kagome and her pale, perfect legs peeking out from beneath her short, short kimono. He thinks of the glimpses of her underclothes he’s gotten, when she’s jumped or fallen or ran. The perfect curve of her hips and her breasts, which fill out her short little top.
God this feels so good - he’s so close to some relief, however briefly, from the feelings that have plagued him the last few months. From the feelings that rise up, ready to choke him, ready to suffocate him with their intensity.
And then -- the door to the room slides open. Startled, Koga removes his hands from his person, quickly placing them on his knees, alarmed by his own lack of perception in hearing the person coming.
Naturally said person is Inuyasha, who peers down at Koga through tired eyes. “What are you doing?” he asks derisively as he slides the paper door shut behind him.
“Keeping watch,” says Koga, desperately trying to sound normal when Inuyasha smells so good. Looks so good. It wouldn’t hurt to fuck him, he can’t get pregnant, even though he looks like Kagome --
“Uh huh,” says Inuyasha and turns to walk away from him. His bare feet make an interesting noise against the polished wood floor of the veranda.
“Where are you going?” Koga asks him.
“To piss, if that’s quite alright with you,” snaps Inuyasha quietly. He’s truly an expert at sounding irate in a whisper.
Koga says nothing more but he is struggling. Struggling to contain himself, struggling to stay seated.
Inuyasha disappears down the veranda, his bright red kimono eventually sinking into shadow. Koga is left in the echoes of his scent, his sound, him. Inuyasha.
Koga’s legs are tingling so he gets to his feet, and with unsure steps, takes the direction in which Inuyasha had gone for some metres before turning back around and retreating to where he had started.
“What are you doing?” he asks himself, though he knows the answer. It isn’t pretty. He’s fighting a losing battle with his own instincts. He should leave the manor, should find himself an icy river and submerge himself in it in the hopes of breaking the runaway train that is his thought process tonight.
But he doesn’t. He can’t bring himself to. He wants to stay.
Well, he wants to…
He walks back in Inuyasha's direction, stops, and then paces there. He can’t hear anybody nearby. He could just… he could…
Inuyasha sees him as soon as he leaves the bathroom area, and visibly freezes, his hand going to the sword slung on his hip. “What are you doing?”
Koga can’t answer. His voice is stuck inside him. What comes out instead is a growl.
Inuyasha draws his sword, “Who are you?”
“Koga,” manages Koga, barely. It’s so gruff it’s barely intelligible. “Come here.”
“Fuck no,” says Inuyasha. He’s looking at Koga like he can tell something is wrong. God, his face is so pretty. He looks like Kagome. Like Kagome!
Koga lunges for him and Inuyasha swings tetsusaiga at him. It doesn’t transform, of course, but when it makes impact with Koga’s arm it sparks and sputters, and hurts. Inuaysha brings it down on his back as well, cracking him across the spine.
“Back off,” he says. Koga can see Inuyasha looking beyond him, at where the room with their friends is. Is he looking for help? Or just looking to see whether this is the right Koga or if there’s a doppelganger back where he left him?
Koga lunges again, this time at top speed, far too fast for a human to keep up with. He catches Inuyasha’s wrist and forces it down, squeezing hard enough to bruise and then break. His other hand slaps over Inuyasha’s mouth just in time to muffle the sound of pain as the bone snaps.
The tetsusaiga drops to the floor with a clunk, and, clearly using every iota of his strength, Inuyasha immediately pulls away and lunges for it. In response Koga buries his knee in Inuyasha’s stomach, hard enough that the wind is punched out of him.
God, he feels so soft, and small. Like Kagome.
There’s an empty room to Koga’s right, and with difficulty he slides the door open with a foot and shoves Inuyasha inside. He stumbles and falls onto the tatami as Koga shuts the paper door behind them, but rolls over his left shoulder and back onto his feet. He’s clutching his broken wrist with his other hand, and panting, loudly.
The sound of his breath sends blood south in Koga. It sounds like he might if he were in coitus.
“What are you doing?” Inuyasha asks, “Is this some sort of possession or are you finally showing your true colours?”
Both, thinks Koga wildly. He’s possessed by himself. By his own baser instincts.
“Hey,” Inuyasha snaps as Koga approaches. Then he breathes in deeper. Koga snaps forward, once again getting his hand over Inuyasha’s mouth just in time. The strangled call for Kagome comes out around Koga’s hand, followed shortly by teeth closing on the flesh. Of course, they’re blunt, so the bite is meaningless.
One hand over Inuyasha’s mouth and the other fisted in his hair, Koga kicks his legs out from under him and brings him to the floor. Naturally, Inuyasha goes wild. No animal would allow itself to be pinned by another, and Inuyasha tries to scratch and bite him as he brings his legs up and presses his feet against Koga’s belly in an attempt to kick him off.
Like this, a full-demon and a full-human, the strength difference is laughable. Inuyasha feels like a pup, playing at pushing him away. It’s pathetic. It’s arousing. Koga can do whatever he wants with him and Inuyasha will not physically be able to stop him.
Unlike his human friends, a mortal Inuyasha has no skills that would allow him to fight off a demon. No spiritual powers or wind tunnel. No giant boomerang. No sacred arrows.
He’s just a plain, ordinary human.
“Get off,” Inuyasha garbles around his hand.
“No,” snarls Koga and dips his head to press his nose to the crease where Inuyasaha’s jaw meets his ear. He smells so good. The soap, and the underlying scent of Inuyasha’s human blood. He smells noble, like a prince. Delicate and rare. Tasty. A bird in his hand. Worth a thousand in the bush.
Koga is going to eat him.
Inuyasha is still struggling as Koga literally tears his hikigoshi apart, ripping his suikan open in the middle so the large outer layer falls to either side, revealing his white undershirt. Then Koga bites down his neck to his clavicle, now tantalizingly displayed in the gap of his vibrant clothing.
“What are you doing?” squeaks Inuyasha in a tone of voice Koga has never heard before. He sounds embarrassed and confused. The innocence in it makes Koga hungrier to defile him.
He yanks the undershirt up and out of where it’s neatly tucked into his hakama and spreads that open too. Inyasha’s hands are fighting him, on his chest and face, trying to push him away. It’s annoying more than anything, mostly because it obscures Koga’s view of what he wants to see.
Beneath all the clothing, Inuyasha is quite small, a slender, muscular body tapering down into a narrow waist. Koga licks a stripe up his chest, from belly button to collarbone.
“Stop!” cries Inuyasha, and Koga pushes his right hand down and to the side, squeezing the broken bone hard enough that he cries out.
The amount of noise might be a problem. The absolute worst case scenario is Kagome coming to Inuyasha’s rescue, as she certainly has the power to obliterate Koga, and even if she doesn't kill him, it will mean the end of his courtship of her if she sees this.
He cannot let Kagome see.
“Shut up,” he hisses furiously at Inuyasha. Speaking is still difficult and the words come out halting and uneven, “You want them to come in and see you like this?”
Inuyasha freezes.
“You want them to see what happens to you when you’re a poor weak little human? You want them to know how powerless you are on the new moon?” Koga snarls cruelly, finding the words coming easier as he goes. “You want to prove to them what they already suspect?”
“No,” says Inuyasha.
“Then, be quiet.”
“How about you stop?” says Inuyasha quite boldly, so Koga rolls him over onto his stomach and uses both of his upper layers to bring Inuyasha’s hands and arms behind him.
It’s an ugly and inefficient knot, with a vast amount of extraneous material. It means that when he rolls him again onto his back, Inuyasha’s spine is arched to accommodate the bunched fabric and his own arms positioned at the small of his back. It thrusts his chest and belly out, and Koga doesn’t bother to try to stop himself from leaning down to partake in the meal that’s being put on offer.
Inuyasha smells good all over, and is freshly cleaned. The soap smell lingers in his underarms and his groin and Koga bites and licks and smells him all the way down from ribs to the waist of his pants.
“Stop,” says Inuyasha again, a little desperately, as Koga rips open his hakama and sits back to tug them down his thighs. They go easily - courtesy of the wide legs - down to mid-thigh, and then Koga shreds his undergarments, grinning toothily as Inuyasha’s penis is exposed. Wrong equipment but no less fun, he thinks, than Kagome would be. Inuyasha chokes, “Why?”
Ah, so he does know what’s happening. Has Inuyasha done this before? With that dead woman, Kikyo? Someone else? A man? Did he receive it or give it? Koga wants to know but he wants to do it himself more. So he licks up Inuyasha’s soft cock with a rough tongue, burying his nose against his pelvis. He can hear and feel Inuyasha’s blood pounding through the femoral artery, heart going double time along with his breathing.
“It doesn’t make sense for you to do this,” starts Inuyasha, voice uncharacteristically weak and wobbly. “Why would you – don’t you want Kagome?”
“Would you rather I do this to Kagome?” asks Koga.
“No,” says Inuyasha, with finality.
Koga pushes his trousers lower, his nails leaving sharp red lines in Inuyasha’s thighs in his haste. He licks again over his genitals, savouring the feeling of thin, sensitive skin beneath his tongue. This is certainly a show of his dominance over the other man and he revels in it, in feeling like the alpha he is.
He smells so nice. So, so nice.
Koga flips him over again, and Inuyasha yelps as his face is suddenly pressed into the floor. Then he squeaks, loudly, when Koga presses his own face between Inuyasha’s ass cheeks. His fingers dig into Inuyasha’s ass and his thighs and his hips as he licks over his hole. It’s tight, even against his slippery, wet tongue.
He hears noises of disgust from Inuyasha himself as he does this. His legs keep flexing, kicking at him, trying to dislodge Koga. They’re lovely, as thighs go, thick with muscle, and with that same smooth skin. Koga takes a moment to press some bite marks into them, leaving red rings down the backs of his legs.
Inuyasha takes pain pretty well and barely reacts to Koga’s teeth, but he’s obviously far less practiced at pleasure and doesn’t seem to know what to do as Koga returns to his meal, pressing his tongue in, in little movements. His entire body shakes.
“Don’t move or I’ll scratch you,” says Koga against his ass cheek, and carefully presses his index finger to Inuyasha’s hole, wiggling it inside him as he licks at the tight muscle that’s swallowing it up.
“K-Koga,” gasps Inuyasha, one of the only times Koga has actually heard him use his given name, and in a far different tone of voice than anything Koga had been expecting. He can see Inuyasha turning his arms in their binds, the bright red material twisting along with these motions.
Koga presses his finger deeper, drooling all over his own hand and knuckles as he retracts it and then reinserts it. Inuyasha is clenching and flexing around him, seemingly unknowingly, maybe in an attempt to push him out. He feels like a furnace on the inside, his muscles tight and unyielding; Koga wants to sink inside him, wants to melt from having that heat surrounding him.
Never mind preparing him. Inuyasha will heal from any damage with the morning sun.
He rolls Inuyasha over yet again onto his back, sits up, and quickly pulls at his own clothes, simply pushing them aside to free his cock. It’s been hard since before this encounter, of course, and he’s so aroused that his knot is starting to form at its base. He’s never fucked his knot into someone before. He’s never been this turned on.
“No,” gasps Inuyasha, sounding furious and frightened. “No, bastard, don’t!”
“Shh,” hisses Koga, and leans forward. With one hand he presses Inuyasha’s mouth shut, and with the other he directs the angle of his dick so that the head of it is pressed against Inuyasha’s tight pucker.
He sees Inuyasha’s eyes, bright brown, wide with horror, over the top of his hand. Koga bares his teeth and sees Inuyasha automatically shrink back, clearly operating on his own instincts. Then he fucks forward.
The scream is trapped against his hand as he pushes it up to cover Inuyasha’s nose at the same time. He sees Inuyasha’s shoulders strain desperately against the bonds. It must be hard to be so weak when you know what it’s like to be powerful.
Koga wouldn’t know, he’s always been strong.
His dick doesn’t sink in easily - there isn’t enough lubrication, only Koga’s saliva and precome. He brings up his hand and spits again into it, returning it to his cock to coat the half of it not in Inuyasha yet. He pulls out a little and pushes the same half inch back in. It’s not out of any attempt to make it easier on Inuyasha, but rather a necessity - his cock simply will not go in. There’s too much friction, he needs to spread the spit.
He can feel Inuyasha trying to scream against his dry palm. His mouth is wide open and he’s trying to shift Koga to get his nose free so that he can breathe.
It must hurt. That’s too bad.
Koga grabs Inuyasha by the shoulder with his other hand and pulls him downwards so that when he thrusts forward, he is able to force his cock in. He hears and feels a click in Inuyasha’s throat as he obviously tries again to cry out, but without breath, he cannot. When Koga pulls back out, there’s blood slicking the way.
He lets Inuyasha suck in a breath through his nose. Then he starts fucking him.
Through his nose, Inuyasha makes little noises of pain, tiny grunts and moans. Koga is spurred on by this, by the proof that he is having such an effect on Inuyasha’s body. He’s making a space in Inuyasha’s body, just for him. One that he's filling now and will fill up later.
“Shh,” he reminds Inuyasha with a sharp hiss, and removes his hand to hold Inuyasha by his sides. Holding him this way he can pound into the unresisting body beneath him. Hard.
Inuyasha looks beautiful like this, his hair a dark pool beneath his head, his neck a long pale line where he’s thrown his head back. Koga can see his skin throb as his pulse rushes beneath it. The cords of his neck stand out as he tenses and moves, the ever present necklace falling into the dips and lines of his throat. His blunt, white teeth are gritted, lips curled back to reveal them, shiny with saliva.
Perhaps it’s time for Koga to come to terms with the fact that he’s sexually attracted to humans. To their vulnerability and frailty.
He likes that Kagome is powerful but also that she’s weak. That she’s bossy and demanding and can be dominant, but that she’s also just a human. She has no means to enforce her demands (at least not on Koga… Inuyasha is a different story), and yet she makes them anyway. It’s a force of personality.
Inuyasha is the same, at least when he’s human. It makes him interesting. It makes him appealing.
Koga’s knot is getting bigger, uncomfortable, and as he starts to thrust harder, he can feel that Inuyasha can feel it. Voice breaking every couple of words from the force with which Koga is fucking him, Inuyasha gasps, “Don’t -- put the knot -- in.”
He can’t tell him what to do. He has no means to enforce it! How absolutely arousing it is that he tries to make demands anyway!
“I will if I want to,” snarls Koga.
Inuyasha growls deep in his throat. Koga bites his neck, hard, and hot, fresh human blood floods into his mouth. It tastes amazing. Fuck, he wants to eat Inuyasha. Wants to consume him, wants to fill himself with the satisfaction of having taken what he wants and having chewed and swallowed it.
Koga has eaten plenty of human flesh before, but not in a little while. Certainly not since he realized how fun they can be when they’re alive. But this little taste makes his blood boil. Inuyasha is yummier than any other human he’s had before.
“Fuck you,” hisses Inuyasha. “I always knew you were an asshole.”
‘Asshole’ seems like he’s getting off a little easy, considering what he’s currently doing to Inuyasha, but Koga will take it.
He licks and sucks at the wound as he continues to fuck Inuyasha, hips moving faster and more unpredictably. His knot squeezes against Inuyasha’s hole with every movement, and he swallows down a moan as it’s compressed. He wants to get it in.
Inuyasha isn’t crying but he does make noises of distress as Koga pushes just a little harder on each thrust.
“Don’t scream,” Koga tells him, and, with a hand on each side of the suikan, yanks Inuyasha towards him at the same moment as he thrusts forward. The force and momentum finally gets Koga’s knot inside, and he comes, immediately, as Inuyasha strangles his own cry of pain by clenching his teeth shut.
For Koga, the feeling of relief is palpable. Finally the building pressure inside of him has been released. It’s been months of feeling this gradually increasing ache. This is pressure relieved... figuratively and literally.
Literally -- he comes so much that he thinks Inuyasha’s lower belly might have a slight curve to it. He presses on it with the palm of a hand and Inuyasha grunts in discomfort.
Oh this is perfect. Better than he could ever have imagined.
He feels so satisfied.
Inuyasha doesn’t have the right anatomy to hold his knot for the thirty to forty minutes that he’d be knotted to a female wolf or dog demon. So Koga could pull out. But he doesn’t want to. The feeling of Inuyasha tight around his knot is so good that he can’t stop his hips from moving in tiny increments, back and forth, rubbing it along Inuyasha’s insides. He can hear his come sloshing inside Inuyasha’s guts with the motions.
Fascinated, Koga drags sharp nails over Inuyasha’s taut belly as he does this. Not enough pressure to cut, just enough that goosebumps follow his touch.
“Take it out,” mumbles Inuyasha. He looks so pretty. His eyes are unfocused, his face flushed and lips parted. His dark hair is fanned out around his pale face, pitch black beneath his head and shoulders.
“Mmm,” says Koga in response. He will, eventually.
He leans forward. The motion pulls Inuyasha’s hips up and curves his spine as he’s forced to move along with Koga. Now in reach, Koga licks up Inuyasha’s neck. It’s salty. Inuyasha makes a little whimper and tries to pull back, pressing himself into the floor. Pulling away exposes more of his throat. Thoughtless. He’s been fucked into submission. Apparently even Inuyasha has limits.
Tomorrow, he knows Inuyasha will be back to his usual brash, loud self. He won’t tell anyone. They both know that. There’s no doubt he’ll act like nothing happened, and try to pass off his increased animosity towards Koga as caused by something else. Kagome maybe. Maybe Kagome will even punish him for acting rudely towards Koga. That would be fun.
Because tomorrow, Koga won’t be interested in Inuyasha. When he’s silver-haired and sour-smelling and far too strong for Koga to push down.
But tonight, on the night where Inuyasha is his weaker self, he’s stuck here beneath Koga, an unwilling partner, a receptive body for Koga’s frustrations.
And the thing is, this happens every month.
God.
Koga can’t wait for the next new moon.