Jakotsu strummed his guitar absently, choking back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. It had not been his week, his bands had both broken up and his boyfriend had left him for another girl. He brushed the tears from his long, black eyelashes and slipped silently off his bed. While he was putting his guitar back on its stand, his eyes caught an unfamiliar flash of white in his closet. It only took him a moment to remember what it was, but as he remembered, a wry smile appeared on his face.
'This time,' he thought to himself, 'I'll get what I want. I'll take what I want.'
His fingers were already reaching for the phone as he finished his plans. Everything would be perfect.
Even while Inuyasha rang Jakotsu's doorbell, he was confused at the fact that he was even there. Imagine his surprise when a half an hour earlier, Jakotsu had called him out of nowhere. He and Jakotsu had always been friendly, but they barely knew each other. Usually, Inuyasha would have turned down his invitations over, but he knew that all of Jakotsu's friends were fighting. He was probably lonely.
The click of the door opening brought Inuyasha back to his senses. The door was pushed open for him, but Jakotsu was already walking away. He was wearing a black trenchcoat so long, that it entirely covered his feet.
"Come in," Jakotsu called back to Inuyasha, never turning around, "And follow me, I've got something to show you."
Inuyasha followed him upstairs, stopping at what was obviously Jakotsu's bedroom. It was oddly neat, with grey walls, a wooden floor, and one large bed sitting in the middle of the room. Jakotsu still had his back to Inuyasha.
"Sit, make yourself comfortable," said Jakotsu, as he spun around and quickly closed the door behind Inuyasha.
Jakotsu finally turned to face Inuyasha and he instantly knew why he hadn't turned around before. He was wearing deep red lipstick, thick black eyeliner that winged out at the ends, and mascara that seemed to be a shiny blue. His lips curled into a thin smile. Before Inuyasha could process what he was seeing, Jakotsu was sitting on top of him, holding his hands above his head. He was pressing his blood-red lips against Inuyasha's. Inuyasha squirmed, trying to get away, but he was much too weak to push him off.
Jakotsu's tongue was tracing his lips slowly, he squeezed his eyes closed. Jakotsu was trying to pry his lips apart, so Inuyasha pulled his lips tighter together. He kicked absently, knowing it was no use. He suddenly realized that Jakotsu had stopped kissing him.
Jakotsu pulled himself away from Inuyasha's lips, sighing because he felt that he wasn't done tasting them yet, but there were more important things to do, and Inuyasha was now opening his eyes.
"What the fuck?!" spat Inuyasha, still struggling under Jakotsu's weight, "What are you doing? Is this some sort of sick joke?! 'Cause I don't swing that way!"
Jakotsu smirked, it really didn't matter. This wasn't about Inuyasha, for once, it was all about him. He wanted to feel good, and most importantly, he wanted to make Inuyasha feel bad.