It was early on a Monday morning in the middle of the fall semester of school. Inuyasha had woken up to the sight of a light frost coating the grass that he could see from his bedroom windows.
He was eating breakfast when his father had announced that he'd be away on business for a week, and Inuyasha would be getting a ride to school while he was gone.
"I don't need a ride to school, dad," Inuyasha huffed, feeling aggravated.
"You are getting one, end of discussion." His father remarked without looking up from his coffee.
"I'm in highschool, why can't I walk like a normal student?" Inuyasha demanded somewhat desperately. He knew this was a losing battle, but he refused to just accept it without putting up at least a little resistance.
"Inuyasha," his father sighed, regretfully setting his coffee down to settle his full attention onto his youngest son. "Listen, my co worker Mr. Ookami has a son in your class. He's already generously offered to pick you up while I'm gone."
"I don't want to be picked up." Inuyasha interrupted with a sullen glare.
His father raised a brow at the pup's interruption. An unspoken warning for Inuyasha to keep his rudeness in check. "End of discussion, Inuyasha." His father spoke with an air of finality. "I'm leaving Sesshomaru in charge while I'm away, so do as he says, and no slacking on your training." With that said, his father grabbed his keys, and left.
Inuyasha's stomach did a somersault on hearing his father's last words of instruction. "I'm leaving Sesshomaru in charge while I'm away, so do as he says." A shiver of arousal went down Inuyasha's spine.
.o.O.o.
Meanwhile, in the Ookami home, on the other side of town, Kouga was getting ready for school. He had just walked into the kitchen, and grabbed his waffle from the toaster. He grabbed his orange juice, and his keys from the counter. He was about to walk out the door when his father stopped him.
"You remember Mr. Taisho that I work with?" His father's tone was calm, and conversational. "He has a son in your class."
"Ya, why?" Kouga asked unconcerned. He took the waffle out of his mouth to replace it with a gulp of orange juice.
It was hard to believe that little hanyou freak was really Mr. Taisho's son. The quiet, white haired hanyou, who always sat alone in the back of class, was nothing like the imposing Inu-No-Taisho that Kouga's father worked with.
The hanyou was weak. He never participated in anything, or talked to anyone, and he left class to go to the infirmary all the time.
He was just plain weird.
Being a wolf demon there was one more thing that Kouga knew about Inuyasha that not everyone picked up on. The little mutt was always, and he meant always, turned on.
Always!
It was just creepy.
Like there was something wrong with him.
"I want you to pick him up, and take him to school with you for the next week." Kouga's father announced, interrupting the young wolf's train of thought completely.
Kouga choked mid-swallow, and spit orange juice out all over the floor. "YOU WHAT!?" Kouga balked in disbelief. "There's no way in hell I'm doing that, dad!"
"Kouga," his father warned, trying to use a reasonable tone. "I've already told Mr. Taisho that my son would be happy to take his son to school. I stand to lose face at work if you disobey me. There is no getting out of this, and if I find out that his son misses even one day this week, your ass will be grounded for the entire year."
Kouga growled, "I can't believe you volunteered me for this dad! Do you have any idea what people are going to say if they see me taking that freak to school?"
Reason was clearly not going to work in this situation. Mr. Ookami met his son's heated glare with a deadpan expression. "Do you have any idea what I'm going to do if you don't?"
"It can't ruin my life any more than being seen with that mutt will." Kouga scoffed defiantly.
"Try me," his father dared.
Kouga growled, and leaned closer, accepting the challenge. "I just might."
His father raised an eyebrow in a cocky, self confident way. "Tell me son, which would be more devastating to your social standing, driving the hanyou to school for one week, or walking for the rest of your high school life? Because I will destroy that precious car of yours."
Kouga's jaw dropped open, and he gasped at his father in affronted horror. "You wouldn't."
His father bared his teeth in a victorious grin. "Try me."
Kouga ground his teeth together, and glared hatefully at his father. The bastard knew Kouga's weak spot, and he was fighting dirty. "Fine," Kouga spat furiously before he yanked open the front door, stormed out, and slammed it in his father's face.
"I'm so not getting you a father's day gift this year!" He hollered over his shoulder at the closed door. He stomped across the driveway, and got into the precious car in question.
He had spent every bit of the money that his father allotted him for years customizing her. From the blazing azure blue paint job, to the 350 horsepower twin turbo engine, and everything in between.
It was all custom.
The sound system alone was probably worth as much as the car itself had been back when she was stock.
"Don't worry baby," Kouga cooed. He patted the dashboard fondly. "I'm not letting anyone so much as lay a finger on you."
.o.O.o.
When Kouga turned down the street that he knew the Taisho's lived on, he found the hanyou already standing outside, waiting for him.
As usual the little mutt's head was down, so his bangs hid his eyes. He just stood there like that, staring down at the sidewalk.
It irked Kouga to do so, but he reluctantly flicked off his subwoofers, and turned his music down as he pulled up.
Inuyasha hesitated, but reluctantly opened the car door, and got in.
He sat exactly how he'd just been standing, as if looking down would allow him to just ignore the whole world.
When the door closed, the car filled with that same annoying scent that told Kouga, as usual, the little freak was turned on.
"Is there some reason," Kouga growled in a snide tone, "why you're always hornier than a fucking bitch in heat?" He noted that Inuyasha gritted his teeth, but still the hanyou didn't say a word.
"Che," Kouga scoffed. "You can talk, can't you?"
Again there was no answer.
Kouga shook his head, and started driving towards school.
He ignored Inuyasha as much as possible, but in the close quarters of his car, it was difficult to ignore someone who was sitting three inches to his right.
Kouga couldn't help noticing that the hanyou looked ill. His cheeks were flushed, and despite the cool morning air, a drop of sweat slid down the side of his neck into the collar of his shirt.
Inuyasha was breathing too fast. He was taking quick shallow breaths like he had just been jogging, but all he'd been doing was standing on the sidewalk.
Of course Kouga couldn't tell by scent if anything was wrong with the hanyou. All he could pick up by scent was how aroused the damn idiot was.
"Oi, mutt face, are you sick or something?" Kouga reached over to check the hanyou's forehead for a fever. He wasn't taking any chances of the little freak puking in his car.
Inuyasha immediately jerked away from Kouga's hand, and practically screamed. "DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Before Kouga could react, Inuyasha had the car door opened, had leaped from the moving vehicle, and was sprinting off into the treetops.
Kouga slammed on his breaks, and hollered out the door. "HEY, DOG SHIT FOR BRAINS!!! GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!!"
The door shut on its own with the whiplash motion of the car when it screeched to a stop.
Inuyasha was gone, and Kouga wasn't about to go searching for him.
"That's just fucking great," Kouga shouted at the closed door. "I'm gonna kick your scrawny fucking ass if you don't get it to school on time!!!"
Kouga threw the car in gear, and burned out as he sped off.
"I'm gonna kill that worthless mutt."
Kouga was so pissed, he floored it the rest of the way to school. When he peeled into the student parking lot, he hit the E-break, and the car spun, screeching into his usual parking spot between Ginta and Hakaku.
A few heads turned over the commotion, but most of the student body, and the faculty were used to Kouga making such an obnoxious entrance first thing in the morning.
At the beginning of the school year, certain teachers had made a fuss about his so-called reckless driving. By now though, they had all realized it was a battle they weren't going to win.
Ginta and Hakaku were leaning against their cars, waiting for Kouga. They greeted him as soon as he got out of his car.
"Hey, Kouga, what's up?" Ginta asked.
"Ya, you look pretty pissed." Hakaku chimed in.
"Just forget it." Kouga grumbled as he headed for class. "Let's go."
Ginta and Hakaku shrugged to one another, but quickly followed Kouga to their homeroom.
Both of them nearly ran right into their young alpha when Kouga suddenly stopped short in the classroom doorway.
There, sitting in his usual seat in the back of class, was the same pain-in-the-ass hanyou that had bailed out of his car, miles away from school, just minutes ago.
How the hell did he make it here before me?! Kouga fumed to himself.
Ginta and Hakaku shared a look of confusion as Kouga shook his head, stormed over to his desk, and sat, glaring at Inuyasha.
The hanyou, who for all intents and purposes seemed oblivious to the wolf demon's murderous gaze, carefully looked up just far enough to lock eyes with Kouga. He flashed Kouga a cocky little smirk before letting his bangs fall back into place.
Kouga's eyes went wide with rage, and disbelief.
The fucking nerve!
Kouga growled, and slammed his hand down on his desk as he abruptly stood. He was about to go give that irritating little shit a piece of his damn mind. The teacher walked into class just then, and directed everyone to be seated for attendance.
A hush had already fallen over the class when Kouga had slammed his hand down. Everyone had stopped their morning chatter, and turned to see what the commotion was.
"Kouga-kun," the teacher chided. "Is there a reason why you haven't taken your seat yet? Perhaps you're volunteering to take attendance today?"
Kouga ground his teeth together, and grumbled, "no," then sat back down with a frustrated huff. He would just have to catch the pain-in-his-ass hanyou between classes to even the score.
Seeing as nothing interesting was going to happen, the class's attention went back to their conversations as the teacher began taking attendance.
"Hey Kouga," Ginta asked in a hushed whisper. "What was that all about?"
"Ya," Hakaku remarked. "It looked like you were about to go pick a fight with Inuyasha."
Kouga cracked his knuckles, and growled low in his throat. "Didn't I tell you guys to forget it?"
Kouga couldn't wait for class to be over, he impatiently growled, and glared over his shoulder at Inuyasha every few minutes. Inuyasha didn't look up again, but Kouga just knew that shit-eating little grin was still plastered all over the mutt's stupid face.
He was itching for the chance to knock that irritating look right off the little bastard's face.
When the bell finally rang, Kouga got up so fast that he nearly knocked the chair over behind him. He stomped out of class, and stood waiting in the hallway.
Ginta and Hakaku looked at each other, and shrugged. They were just as confused by Kouga's behavior as everyone else in class was.
They picked up their bags, and filed into the crowd that was shuffling out the door. They stopped when they got to the spot where their leader was standing in the hall.
"Kouga," Ginta began, feeling a little concerned. "You're acting kind of strange today."
Kouga closed his eyes, and growled in frustration. "This is the last time I'm tellin you two to forget about it. If you don't hurry up, and get to your next class, I'm gonna kick both of your asses."
Kouga's two lackeys quickly tripped over each other to obey, and scurried off down the hall. Neither one of them were curious enough about what was going on to risk a beating.
Kouga knew Inuyasha would be the last to leave class, he always was. So he stood, leaning his shoulder against the wall, and waited for the crowd to clear from the hallway.
Yep, any second Inuyasha would walk out that door, and Kouga would have the little mutt cornered.
Kouga tapped his foot impatiently as any second turned into any minute, and he was the only one left standing in the empty hall.
When Kouga's patience ran out, he stormed back into class. He was about to ask the hanyou what the hell was taking him so long, but Inuyasha was gone.
What the hell?!
Kouga ran over to the open window. He looked down in time to see Inuyasha glance up at him.
The infuriating fuck had the audacity to wave before darting through one of the school's side doors.
Kouga growled in frustration. He had one foot on the window sill, he was getting ready to leap out after Inuyasha when the teacher's hand on his shoulder stopped him mid-action.
"Kouga-kun." The home room teacher had a mild warning in the tone of their voice. "Jumping four stories out of the window is not an acceptable way of getting to class on time. Perhaps if you would pay more attention to your studies, and spend less time fuming over every little thing that happens, you would not find yourself tardy so often."
Kouga couldn't believe it. That little mutt was getting off Scot-free, and here he was getting lectured.
"Ya but he," the wolf demon stammered. "I mean I wasn't." Kouga hadn't even realized he had made himself late waiting for the sneaky little halfbreed. "Che, fuck it. Never mind." Kouga scoffed. He stormed off to his next class, slamming the door behind himself.
This only meant that he was going to kick mutt face's ass even harder when he finally caught up with the little shit.
How dare that stupid hanyou pretend to be all sickly and weak? He obviously wasn't that bad off if he was jumping out of windows, and moving cars.
It pissed Kouga off.
The little bastard had just landed himself at the very top of Kouga's shit list.
Kouga was restless throughout his next classes. Some time before lunch break, it had started pouring rain outside.
He sat drumming his fingers on the desktop. He watched gray clouds flash with lightning through the sheets of water that were beating against the windows.
He knew Inuyasha never ate lunch with anyone. Every day during lunch break the mutt would disappear to who-knows-where.
Gym was Kouga's next class after lunch, and he knew he'd be able to catch Inuyasha then, because they had that class together.
When lunch was over, it was still raining, which meant gym class would be indoors.
Kouga changed with his classmates in the locker room, but when everyone else left for the gymnasium, Kouga stayed behind, waiting for Inuyasha to show up.
The mutt always waited for the locker room to be empty before he would go in to change.
Freak.
Right on cue, as soon as the hallway was clear, a sodden, and shivering hanyou slipped into the locker room. He left a trail of wet footprints across the tile floor to his locker. Apparently he had gone off grounds during lunch, and had gotten soaked.
Served him right.
Kouga was fairly certain Inuyasha hadn't sensed him, so he was surprised when the mutt had managed to dodge as Kouga tried to grab him, and slam him up against the locker.
Kouga lunged for him again.
Inuyasha flipped back out of reach, and growled, "I told you, don't touch me!"
Kouga used his demonic speed, slammed one hand on the wall on either side of Inuyasha, and got right in the hanyou's face. "If you'd quit running-the-fuck away every damn time I try talkin to ya, I wouldn't have to touch you!"
Inuyasha growled, glaring defiantly right back at Kouga, very deliberately staring him straight in the eyes.
The wolf demon took in the sight of the dripping wet hanyou, who was so blatantly disregarding his status as an alpha. Any other student would have averted their eyes.
Inuyasha was shivering from the cold rain that had soaked him. His cheeks were flushed though, his breathing came in shallow pants. His lips were parted, and curled in a cocky smirk. The wet fabric of his white, school uniform shirt clung to his chest, making the rosy hue of his hardened nipples stand out against the stark white of the fabric and his pale skin.
Before Kouga could stop it, his attention had drifted down the hanyou's smaller lithe body. Inuyasha's dick was hard. It was pressed against the front of his pants, straining against the wet material. It was thicker and longer than Kouga had expected.
Kouga had to mentally slap himself for looking.
He wondered what the freaky little mutt was always so turned on from.
Kouga shook his head, and dropped his arms away from the wall. "Just hurry up and get changed, don't think you're missing school tomorrow if your dumb ass catches a cold."
Inuyasha continued glaring until he had walked past Kouga, over to his locker, and started stripping his wet shirt off.
Fresh wounds, cuts, claw marks, and dark bruises littered Inuyasha's back.
There were deep teeth marks around his neck, and shoulders.
Inuyasha ignored the surprised look Kouga was giving him, and fished his gym clothes out of his locker.
"Don't think I'm missing school? Whoda'ya think you are, my dad? Don't get cocky, wolf. Just cuz you're giving me a ride to school, doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do."
Kouga growled low in his throat, and stomped back over to Inuyasha. "NO!" He snarled. "I think I'm the guy who's gonna kill a worthless hanyou bitch, if he doesn't show up tomorrow! I didn't ask to be your goddamn chauffeur, but I'm sure as hell not going to get blamed for you missing school. Got it? I'll drag your lifeless carcass here if I have to."
Inuyasha waited until he had his dry gym shirt on, so it covered him below the waist, before he changed his pants. The warmth of the dry clothing against his chilled skin was a very welcome sensation.
Once the dry pants were secure around his hips, he turned to face Kouga with that same defiant glare in his eyes. "Ya, that's right. I'm just a worthless hanyou bitch. Say what you want about me, ookami, but you don't know a damn thing. If you want me at school so bad, fine. Don't touch me, stay the hell away from me, and I'll be here."
Inuyasha started walking towards the door, but Kouga got in his way, keeping him from leaving.
"There you go, tryin to run away again. I'm not finished talking to you. I wanna know what's so damn important about me not touching you?" Kouga pointed to the spot where he knew one of the bite marks were underneath Inuyasha's shirt. "You obviously don't have a problem with him touching you."
Inuyasha looked up with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Jealous?"
"Oh don't make me puke," Kouga growled. "The only reason I'd ever touch you, is to kick your ass."
Inuyasha flexed his claws. "I'd love to see you try that."
"You're dead meat, dog-face." Kouga jeered. He cocked his fist back as he spoke. He was going to knock the shit-eating little smirk right off of Inuyasha's face.
Suddenly the locker room door flung open, and the instructor walked in. They did not look very happy. The scene the instructor walked in on was, Kouga, with his fist pulled back, and Inuyasha, who was flinching away from him.
Kouga looked from the hanyou, who was hamming up his innocence, to their instructor, and realized that he'd been framed by the treacherous little mutt again!
"Kouga!" The instructor grabbed the wolf demon's arm, and jerked him away from Inuyasha. "I wondered why you weren't in class yet, and where do I find you? Bullying a weaker student. I thought you were better than this Kouga. You know hanyou aren't strong enough to fight. You pull a stunt like this again, and you'll be running laps after school."
"Ya but he-" Kouga was completely blindsided. He had no idea what to say to defend himself. "I wasn't-"
"Making excuses isn't going to help you." The instructor growled. "Now hurry up, and get to class."
Kouga snarled in frustration, turned around, and stormed out.
He was pissed.
The instructor calmly turned, and gave Inuyasha a concerned look. "Are you ok?"
Inuyasha had tipped his head down so his bangs would hide his eyes, and slowly nodded.
"If he gives you any more trouble, just let me know." The instructor reached out to pat Inuyasha gently on the shoulder.
Inuyasha quickly flinched away. It unintentionally gave the impression that he was afraid of being hit, which worked in his favor, but he had only flinched away to keep from being touched.
It was hard for Inuyasha not to burst out laughing. He had heard the teacher coming down the hall, and recognized their scent. He had timed provoking Kouga, perfectly with when the instructor reached the door.
He answered the teacher with another nod, and quietly followed them to class. He was still desperately trying to choke back his laughter.
Like always, Inuyasha sat on the sidelines, and didn't participate. Instead of staring at the floor daydreaming like he usually did, he very discreetly watched the wolf demon out of the corner of his eye.
Gym was the one class Kouga excelled at. He was the best at every sport they played, and he also happened to be the track team's star athlete.
Today the class was playing soccer, and of course Kouga's team was winning. The mangy wolf had taken off his shirt, was hogging the ball, and making sure to flaunt how much faster than everyone else he was.
Among the many things Kouga was well known for (like his temper, foul mouth, flashy car, and street racing hobby) he was also an accomplished show off; not the least bit shy about stripping out of his clothes.
Inuyasha was pretty sure that if someone dared him, Kouga wouldn't hesitate to strut around butt ass naked.
Inuyasha was in the middle of trying to shake that thought out of his head, when he suddenly realized the soccer ball was coming right at him.
It had been kicked so hard, it would have broken his nose if Inuyasha hadn't managed to duck the moment it would have smashed into his face.
"Oops, sorry." Kouga sneered, not sounding even remotely genuine. "I forgot, hanyou are too weak to play sports." Kouga shot a nasty smirk in Inuyasha's direction, looking rather full of himself.
Then the teacher came up behind him, and smacked him upside the head. "Five hundred laps after practice!"
The gym teacher happened to also be the track team coach, and an ookami. Unfortunately for Kouga, they held their own kind to higher standards, and were much harder on Kouga than other students.
Kouga didn't care about the extra laps, he was too busy enjoying the angry look Inuyasha was giving him.
Apparently, the little mutt didn't like being called weak. It was a new found sore spot that Kouga intended to needle as often as possible.
When class was over, and all of the other students had left the locker room, Inuyasha sighed in frustration. He could sense that Kouga was still in the room, somewhere on the other side of the lockers.
"You know, if you keep hangin out in here, I'm gonna start thinking you like watching me undress."
Kouga laughed in a way that had little to do with humor, and a lot to do with how much he wanted to punch Inuyasha in the face. "You'd probably get off on that wouldn't you, ya little freak?"
Inuyasha growled, and slammed his locker shut. "Is there a reason you're here, or do you just enjoy pissing me off?"
Kouga smirked then, flexing his claws as he stepped around the lockers to face Inuyasha. "To be honest, I do really enjoy pissing you off. But ya, I gotta reason. I want payback for that little act you put on earlier, and I want an answer. Why's it so damn important that I don't touch you?"
"That's none of your damn business," Inuyasha snapped.
"I'm making it my business," Kouga took a step closer, trying to box the hanyou in against the lockers.
Inuyasha glared defiantly at the wolf demon, crossed his arms over his chest, and stood his ground. "Bite me asshole, I'm not answering you."
Kouga's fangs glinted as his lips curled into a devious grin. "That's not a bad idea. Forget touching, what's your little boyfriend gonna do if I leave a nice big old set of teeth marks right over top of his?"
The defiant glare faded away from Inuyasha's face, and his eyes went wide as he realized what the wolf had just threatened to do. He didn't even bother to correct the boyfriend comment, instead he took a cautious step back, but the lockers were right behind him.
Fuck.
There was no bluff in Kouga's threat, he lunged at the hanyou, teeth bared, and snapping.
Inuyasha was forced to leap to the side to avoid being bitten. "BAKA!" He hollered. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Kouga didn't answer, he wasn't interested in talking anymore. It had suddenly become a challenge in the wolf demon's eyes. He had never handled being told he couldn't do something very well, and the hanyou sure as hell wasn't going to get away with it.
Inuyasha realized Kouga wasn't going to give up until he did exactly what he said. It was a tremendous blow to his pride that he couldn't simply stand his ground, and brawl it out with the wolf. That would most certainly result in physical contact though. Seeing as that was not an option, there was only one thing Inuyasha could do.
Run like hell.
Kouga immediately gave chase.
Inuyasha leaped up on top of the lockers, sprinted to the furthest end, and dove out an open window with Kouga right on his heels.
When the hanyou disappeared into the tree tops, Kouga went right up after him.
"Why the fuck can't you just leave me the hell alone, like everyone else does?!" Inuyasha hollered over his shoulder.
The only response he got was the wolf demon's jaws snapping together much closer to him than they should have. The mangy ookami was fast, Inuyasha had to admit that, but he obviously wasn't used to running through the dense branches so high above the ground. That gave Inuyasha the advantage, because he was.
Kouga quickly got tired of playing follow the leader. He dropped out of the trees, and ran full speed to get ahead of Inuyasha. Then he leaped up, fist ready to knock the halfbreed to the ground, but Inuyasha sprang off one of the branches, and clear over the wolf's head.
If it weren't for the strict campus regulations, Kouga could level the whole damn lot of trees with one kick. Destruction of property was a sure way to get expelled though, and consequently grounded for life. Which meant no car, and no leaving the den. It was those hellish thoughts that allowed Kouga to keep himself from losing his temper. Instead of demolishing the campus landscape, he kicked only one branch. It splintered, went flying off the tree, and nailed Inuyasha right in the back.
Inuyasha was sent sprawling to the ground. He had just seconds to right himself, grab what was left of the branch, and shove it between himself and Kouga as he fell. It was a flimsy barrier, but it was all he had to keep the wolf from pinning him to the ground.
"Damn it, ya mangy fucking flea bag, you wanna know why I don't want you to touch me?! It's because if I go home covered in your stink, it's gonna look like I got into a fight! There are strict fucking rules at my house! I'm not allowed to fight!" Actually it was more like he wasn't allowed to be touched, by anyone, for any reason, but the wolf didn't need to know that much.
Kouga gave him a rather cocky, disbelieving grin, while still trying to overpower him. "Or what?" He jeered. "Your daddy gonna give you a spanking?"
"Fuck you," Inuyasha snarled. "My dad isn't even here. Or did you forget, that's the only reason you're even talking to me right now?"
Kouga was undeterred, his fangs showed in a cheeky smirk as he continued trying to wrestle what was left of the branch away from Inuyasha. "So? That just means your big brother will be the one giving it to you."
Kouga had been expecting a reaction to his taunting, but when Inuyasha's face turned eight different shades of red, each one sequentially brighter than the one before it, and the scent of his arousal spiked, it wasn't quite the reaction he'd been expecting. In fact, it was surprising enough to stop him in his tracks.
Inuyasha immediately dropped his head to hide his face behind his bangs, and snarled. "NO! Asshole! I don't get a fucking spanking!" He also dropped the branch, as Kouga wasn't trying to attack him any more, and started walking back towards school. "I get punished, and sure as hell don't show up for school the next day. Are you fucking happy now?! Will ya leave me the hell alone?"
Kouga jumped in front of the hanyou laughing, blocking his path. "Are you kidding? No way am I letting you walk away after that. What are you blushing so hard for, hu? Does a spanking turn you on that much or-" Kouga's grin widened, "is it your brother?"
Inuyasha's face glowed a neon scarlet from the tops of his ears all the way down his neck. "Neither!" He hollered, mortified. "Would you shut the hell up?!"
Kouga's lips curled further in amusement. He thought this new discovery was hilarious. "Or … maybe it's both?"
Inuyasha stiffened, frozen in his tracks in humiliation. He was steadily turning brighter and brighter red. "No!" He tried to sound confident, and pissed off, but all he felt was flustered.
"Ha!" Kouga cackled. "That's it, isn't it? You have a brother complex, don't you?" The wolf demon was practically doubled over laughing.
"No, damn it!" Inuyasha was starting to feel more angry than embarrassed. The more Kouga laughed, the more irritated Inuyasha felt. "Just drop it already, and leave me the hell alone!"
However embarrassed Inuyasha was, he could only be pushed so far before no amount of discipline and rules would keep him from pushing back. The muscles in his shoulders, and along his spine were already drawn tight from aggravation. They coiled further as he balled his hands into fists, and got ready to turn on the cocky wolf.
The thing that got Kouga through a lot of situations in life was his gut instincts, and right then, his gut was telling him that maybe he shouldn't keep provoking the hanyou.
The last bell rang, signaling that they both were now late for their next class. Kouga used the interruption of the ringing bell as an out. He jumped clear over Inuyasha's head, and yelled back as he took off running, "looks like you were saved by the bell, we'll finish this later mutt face."
Inuyasha's eyes had bled from amber to crimson. He stood there for a few moments trying to calm himself. He glared after the wolf, growling deeply under his breath. "You're the one who was saved, ya mangy flea bag."
The tension in his body carefully unwound itself, bit by bit, until he sighed, and unclenched his fists. Only then did he slowly start walking to his next class.
.o.O.o.
When the day was over, Inuyasha bolted into the tree tops at neck breaking speed, and in minutes was miles away from the school. He didn't care whether the wolf was supposed to drive him home or not, he didn't want to be anywhere near that stupid flea bitten ookami ever again. Inuyasha couldn't believe he was going to have to put up with that fuckin shit bag for a whole damn week.
When he arrived home, the house was silent as usual. He kicked off his sneakers in the back entryway, and hung his bag from one of the hooks near the door. He stood there, one hand still on his bag, and fidgeted nervously for a moment.
The wolf's mocking was still fresh in his mind, making him hesitate. He knew an embarrassed flush was already creeping up his face, and the lower half of his body was painfully hard against the confining material of his pants. His cock throbbed anxiously as he debated what he would do next.
He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to go to Sesshomaru. He had spent nearly the entire day thinking about this moment. He wouldn't be able to forget even if he wanted to (which he didn't) thanks to the constant reminder that he was currently wearing.
Hidden beneath his baggy pants there were thin, red leather straps that wound snuggly about his hips. They crossed between his legs, securing an anal plug in place.
His body clenched in anticipation. He'd put the thick silicon toy inside himself earlier that morning. It was a rule, one he was all too willing, and eager to follow. Before leaving the house for any reason, no matter where he was going, or how long he'd be gone, he first had to put the plug inside himself.
It wasn't allowed to be removed without Sesshoumaru's permission.
Inuyasha usually went straight to the demon lord's study after getting home from school, hoping to get permission to take the toy out.
It was no secret (at least not to Sesshoumaru) that Inuyasha also hoped to be rewarded with just a little of his older brother's attention.
Inuyasha didn't care how humiliating it was, he craved anything Sesshoumaru would give him. Any stipulation was fine so long as he got just that little bit of attention in return. No matter what was asked of him, if it meant the demon lord would look at him, for even a few minutes, Inuyasha would do it.
Inuyasha still felt uncertain as he stood in the entryway, but uncertainty had never stopped him from seeking his brother's attention before.
He turned to go upstairs to Sesshoumaru's room, but froze in his tracks when he found the demon lord in question, standing in the stairway looking down at him.
Sesshoumaru's voice was like a punch to the gut, if a punch to the gut had the potential to make him cum in his pants. It was calm, cold, and as smooth as fine silk. He was surprisingly soft spoken, but there was nothing soft about the way he spoke. His voice was always confident, and commanding, even when he wasn't giving commands.
"You didn't get a ride home from school." It was a statement, not a question, yet Inuyasha knew he was expected to answer.
"Dad only said I had to get a ride to school, he never said anything about me having to put up with that mangy fleabag on the way home."
Sesshomaru stepped down from the stairs, and walked towards Inuyasha, his cold eyes scrutinizing as he approached. "You are at odds with the ookami?"
"You could say that," Inuyasha replied, watching as Sesshoumaru drew closer.
Sesshomaru stopped directly in front of Inuyasha, golden eyes locked on amber. It made Inuyasha shiver.
"His scent clings to you."
"What!?" Inuyasha panicked. A sense of dread immediately started filling his chest. That bastard wolf couldn't have touched him without him noticing… could he?
Sesshomaru smirked. He had only meant that he could tell Inuyasha had been nearer to the ookami today than usual, but considering the hanyou's reaction perhaps there was more to it than that. "What have you done to be so nervous, hanyou?"
"Nothing!" Inuyasha answered too quickly, only making himself appear guilty, so he hurried to explain. "That stupid wolf just wouldn't mind his own damn business. He kept trying to pick a fight. I swear he didn't touch me."
"Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru's cool voice made Inuyasha shivered again. It was extremely rare that Sesshomaru would use his actual name. When he did, Inuyasha savored it. Though the occasion usually signified he was in trouble.
Sesshomaru reached out, toying with a few strands of Inuyasha's hair. "There's something you're not telling me."
Inuyasha felt his pulse quicken even as he told himself that he did nothing wrong. He knew Sesshomaru would sense it, taking it to mean that he had.
This was all that stupid wolf's fault. Inuyasha silently swore to himself that if Kouga screwed things up for him, he was going to kill the fleabag.
Why the hell was he so nervous anyway? He had followed the rules, (as hard as it was) he managed not to fight with that cocky pain-in-the-ass. The wolf hadn't laid a finger on him.
He had let Kouga get to him though, those mocking words, even now, were biting at the back of his mind.
You have a brother complex, don't you?
What, does he give you a spanking?
God, what Inuyasha wouldn't give for that to be true. Sesshomaru knew he longed for something like that though, and would never grant him such a punishment. No, Sesshomaru was cruel. If Inuyasha didn't do exactly as he was told, it wouldn't bother Sesshoumaru in the slightest to simply return to ignoring his bothersome little halfbreed of a brother. For Inuyasha though, that would be devastating.
Brother complex?
Is that what this was called?
Inuyasha looked up into the piercing golden eyes that were boring down on him.
No, damn it.
He didn't have a complex.
He had a fucking addiction.
His body tightened as another shiver ran through him, bringing with it heat that pooled low in the pit of his stomach. His cock throbbed feverishly in his pants, aching to be touched.
It was a long moment before Inuyasha could bring himself to speak without a pleading whimper in his voice. "He just said some shit that pissed me off."
Sesshomaru abandoned the strands of Inuyasha's hair, and grasped the tip of one puppy ear instead. He gently rubbed it between the pad of his thumb and index finger. "Like what?"
Inuyasha's knees nearly buckled, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning. He barely restrained himself from leaning into the touch, nuzzling against the firm warmth of those talented fingers.
This also was very rare, he could probably count on one hand the number of times Sesshomaru had actually touched him without the intent to harm him. There was of course plenty of physical contact during training. Sesshomaru was, after all, his fighting mentor; the one responsible for the numerous wounds that littered his body. Outside of the dojo though, Sesshomaru was cold, and distant. That's not to say he was any degree of warm while inside the dojo. He was just quite a bit more up close and personal.
Not the kind of up close and personal Inuyasha longed for either. No, it was more like the, I'm going to destroy you if you don't defend yourself, kind of up close and personal.
Inuyasha's lust blurry mind knew it needed to form an answer, but he was frozen beneath the feeling of those long deadly fingers so gently massaging the tip of his ear. He was afraid that any sound, any movement, any anything would somehow break the spell, and he would be robbed of this bliss.
He was slipping into a fantasy of those fingers traveling lower on his body when a sharp tug to his sensitive ear reeled him back down to reality.
"I am waiting for your reply, hanyou." The tone of Sesshoumaru's voice indicated that his patience was dwindling.
Reply?
What reply?
What was the question?
Inuyasha's brain struggled to recall what had been said before Sesshoumaru had started touching his ear. It took several more seconds to remember that Sesshomaru wanted to know what the wolf had said.
Shit.
That conversation had been so embarrassing, he had no idea how to explain it to Sesshoumaru. "He just kept nagging me about every little thing."
Sesshomaru did not look satisfied with his answer. "If you wish to withhold information, you are free to do so. However, if that is the case, I will be taking my leave."
Sesshomaru turned to do exactly that.
"Wait!" Inuyasha blurted the word out in a panicked rush.
Sesshomaru paused, glancing back over his shoulder, but said nothing.
Inuyasha's face turned red. He tipped his head down, trying to hide his face with his bangs.
Curse that fucking wolf.
"He-He kept trying to touch me." Inuyasha's eyes widened as he realized how bad that sounded when he said it out loud. How it might be misinterpreted. He blushed even brighter red as he hurried to explain. "Not-Not like that or anything. Just normal shit. But then he wouldn't quit asking why I wouldn't let him touch me."
Inuyasha was blushing more and more as it became more and more awkward to try and explain what had happened. "Look," he sighed, "long story short, he told me I- that I- I have a brother complex."
Sesshomaru watched, mildly amused by the hanyou's discomfort at having to admit this.
"Why does it bother you? The statement is quite accurate."
Inuyasha flinched, his face glowed even brighter with embarrassment. "Accurate or not," he grumbled. "I don't want the whole world knowing about it."
"If you are so ashamed of your attraction towards me, then perhaps I should not allow you to indulge in it."
Inuyasha's eyes went wide with panic. "No! No, that's not what I meant!"
"Oh, but I think it is," Sesshomaru turned to walk away again, prepared not to give the hanyou a second glance.
"Wait! Sesshoumaru, please!" Inuyasha whimpered.
Sesshomaru ignored him and continued walking.
Inuyasha was desperate with need. He was terrified that the delicate balance of this unspoken arrangement; their little game of him pining, and Sesshoumaru occasionally tolerating it, was about to come to an abrupt end if he didn't do something quickly.
Not thinking rationally, Inuyasha ran after Sesshoumaru, reaching as if to put a hand on his shoulder, to try and stop him from leaving.
Sesshomaru turned on him sharply, the look in his eyes was warning enough that the pup should not dare to touch him.
Inuyasha faced that hateful glare with pleading amber eyes, determined not to back down. He wanted this too badly. He would do whatever it took. "Please!"
"What do you propose to give me in return for my time?" Sesshomaru stared expectantly at the halfbreed, impatient of his insolence.
Sesshoumaru had never asked for anything before. Inuyasha immediately felt disheartened. What could he possibly offer the demon lord that he'd find acceptable?
There was no limit to what Inuyasha was willing to do for his brother, but what did he possibly have to offer Sesshoumaru that the demon lord would want?
There was nothing.
He couldn't think of a single thing. He met his brother's icy gaze, feeling small, and worthless as he asked. "What do you want? I'll give you anything."
Sesshomaru sneered, "don't expect me to make this easy for you. There's nothing you have that I want."
"Pleeease!" Inuyasha whined pitifully. "There has to be something I can do."
"Hn," Sesshomaru hummed as he thought for a moment. "Perhaps if you agree to relinquish something you are fond of, I will consider granting what you desire."
"Like what?" Inuyasha was afraid to let himself feel hopeful, but it happened despite his better judgment.
"Your right hand is your dominant one," Sesshoumaru stated coldly. "Relinquish the use of that."
Inuyasha swallowed a lump in his throat. He was being given a chance to prove himself, which he was eager to do. He knew better than to get excited about it though. It was not a matter to be taken lightly. "For how long?" He asked quietly.
"An undetermined length of time," Sesshoumaru answered. "Until it ceases to amuse me."
Inuyasha took in the gravity of those conditions, thinking of all the things he used his right hand for.
This would be no small sacrifice.
How would he fare during training without the use of his dominant hand?
Sesshomaru wouldn't be lenient.
He had been hospitalized more than once from training with the demon lord, and that had been with the use of both hands.
Would he be able to evade that pain-in-the-ass fleabag wolf?
Hell, would he even be able to eat? He'd never used chopsticks left handed before.
What about all the simple shit he took for granted, like tying his shoes, buttoning his jeans, washing his hair, or hell, even jerking off for that matter?
He would absolutely relinquish the use of his hand, there was no question about that. He was only taking a moment to understand the full weight of what was being asked.
"What do you want me to do? Tie it behind my back or something like that?"
"No." Sesshoumaru replied, seeming satisfied with the hanyou's earnest reaction. "Before dinner go to the pharmacy. Buy a strong medical wrap, and plaster. I want you to bind it in a cast. Then I will know if you disobey."
Inuyasha could tell already that this was going to be hell. Not only would the cast itch, and irritate like a swarm of fire ants, but he was going to have to be extremely careful that he didn't accidentally break the damn thing with his own strength.
"Ok, I'll do it." His answer wasn't given joyfully. It was a simple quiet consent to the agreement, spoken with conviction. He would do whatever the demon lord asked.
With a slight nod in reply, Sesshomaru turned and instructed, "come with me."
On hearing the command to follow, an eagerness began to swell in Inuyasha's chest.
He quickly fell into step behind his brother. He walked silently, admiring the way Sesshoumaru's long hair fell over his broad back; how it flowed, and swayed with his movements, a soft curtain of glossy white, that shone in the light like silk. A few strands billowed back with his stride, as if caught in a wind.
Inuyasha watched how the fabric of his perfectly tailored suit clung to his body in a way that was both loose enough to not be confining, and tight enough to reveal some of the definition of the sculpted body that was beneath the expensive fabric.
Inuyasha was still so painfully hard that it was awkward to walk. His swollen cock had never once flagged since he'd gotten home. His body seemed to endlessly be begging for satiation. It was a burning hunger that he knew would never be satisfied, yet it sat in the pit of his stomach, and begged regardless.
Many times, he'd fantasized about what it would feel like to have that sculpted body pressed over top of him. Every single time he had put the anal plug inside himself, he lewdly imagined what it would feel like if Sesshoumaru was pushing inside of him instead of the plug.
Inuyasha knew Sesshomaru only tolerated his pitiful bids for attention because Sesshoumaru found it amusing to toy with him. He knew the demon lord would never reciprocate his feelings, no matter what he did. He even knew that one day Sesshoumaru would get bored of stringing him along, and that would be the end of it.
Inuyasha wanted his attention too badly though. He couldn't stop himself from wanting it. He wouldn't stop himself. He was blissfully, hopelessly, addicted, and he quickly, happily lapped up whatever scraps of attention Sesshomaru saw fit to toss him.
It was pitiful, he knew that.
He was like an emaciated dog that came around every day to whimper, and beg for scraps of food.
The demon lord in question did something unexpected then. Instead of going to some place secluded as he usually did, Sesshomaru led his lustful hanyou through the main hall of the house, to the front door, and out into the yard.
He stopped in one of the most open areas, right in front of their house. Then turned to face Inuyasha, pleased to see the look of apprehension on his face.
"Strip." The demon lord commanded.
Inuyasha gaped for a long moment in embarrassed disbelief. "Here?"
It was a considerably large yard, any passerby would have to be looking awfully hard to be able to see anything, but still it was broad daylight with a lot of people passing by. Not to mention, any of the servants in the house would easily be able to see him. All they would need to do is glance out the window.
It wasn't winter yet, but it had recently gotten colder. Cold enough to be uncomfortable if he didn't have any clothes on to guard against the chill.
"Is there a problem with that?" The demon lord's expectant gaze was demanding, and unwavering.
"Wh-what if someone sees?" Inuyasha timidly asked.
"Father is not here to see, and I do not care if anyone else sees." Sesshoumaru replied, cold, and indifferent.
Inuyasha was red from the tips of his ears down to his toes. He was really going to do this in their front yard? His cock throbbed, not caring where he was, or how humiliating it was. His heart was thundering in his throat.
Sesshomaru stepped close, cold indifferent eyes locked onto the nervous hanyou, voice dark, and smooth as black silk. "Strip."
It was in the tone of his voice, Inuyasha knew this was his last chance to obey.
So he did.
Tremors of nervousness ran through him at the prospect of being so exposed. He clumsily began to shed his clothing, piece by piece, until he stood nude except for the harness donning his hips.
"Lay on the ground." Sesshoumaru instructed.
Inuyasha felt heat, and sparks of arousal racing around the pit of his stomach like a thousand burning butterflies in a panicked flight. He crouched to the ground, and laid on his back.
The grass felt frigid against his warm skin. The sensation gave him goosebumps, and made his nipples harden.
Sesshomaru's eyes raked over him, taking in the sight, enjoying his vulnerability. The proof of his need was painfully erect, and sorely visible to anyone who might look.
"Take it out." Sesshoumaru's voice was neutral.
A whimper slipped past Inuyasha's lips, and his cock pulsed that much harder at the command.
This is what he had been waiting for, what he craved more than the basic necessities of life. The prize in the delicate, and unsteady game he played, pining for his brother's attention.
His hands went to the buckles of the harness, shakily undoing them, one by one, until the straps fell loose from his waist.
His body clenched greedily in anticipation.
His eyes were focused solely on Sesshomaru, one hand timidly grasped the toy still held inside him. The other hand slowly drifted to his eager sex. He began to slowly withdraw the plug, moving at a tedious pace. He wanted to feel every minuscule shift, and slide of the smooth, molded silicone. His body clenched, and quivered at every sensation the slick friction gave him.
He stopped, angled his hand, and pressed the plug back in hard. "Ahh!" He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, his other hand curled around the thickness of his cock. It was feverish, and seeping. He only managed to stroke it once before Sesshomaru's booted foot was crushing down on him, trapping both his cock, and hand in place.
Inuyasha gasped, body tightening further, under that solid weight.
"Did I say to touch yourself?" Sesshoumaru glared down at him as he asked.
Inuyasha had to swallow twice before he could answer, and didn't manage to keep the trembling desperation from his voice. "N-No."
Sesshomaru rocked his foot slowly from side to side.
Inuyasha moaned loudly. Hot white electric need shot straight through him. It took every ounce of his will power not to raise his hips up to thrust against the friction of that crushing boot, and greedily pump the toy inside himself. It was a clawing, aching, overwhelming need that he barely restrained.
"What did I say?" Sesshoumaru chided.
Blood trickled from the corner of Inuyasha's lip, where it was clamped between his teeth. His voice was unsteady as his breathing when he answered, "t-take it out."
Sesshomaru smirked. "Then do so."
Inuyasha whimpered, but knew better than to protest. He slowly resumed easing the plug from the wanton grip of his body. The touch of Sesshomaru's boot was like molten lava to his lust frenzied mind. The demon lord continued to rock his foot in a steady, tedious rhythm. He occasionally paused to press down with the toe, or dig in with his heel, giving a small sharp twist.
Inuyasha's voice rang out in desperate little moans, and cries, just the tip of the toy remained inside him. His willpower was stretched to the breaking point, like a rubber band wound too tight. His heart raced as the need for release knotted tighter, and tighter in the pit of his stomach. Long unresolved sexual frustration was scorching, aching, and throbbing in his gut. He wanted to scream, beg, and plead to cum, and knew it would gain him nothing if he did.
Just as the tip of smooth silicon was slowly slipping free from the grip of his body, Sesshomaru moved his foot to shove the toy back in. It was a swift, precise kick, driving the plug in deep. Inuyasha threw his head back in a loud moan.
"AAHHhhh!"
His hips involuntarily jerked up. His throbbing cock was desperately seeking something to rut against. Then the blissful weight of that boot was crushing back down on him, holding him immobile.
Inuyasha's eyes glazed over with ecstasy, and he started retracting the toy all over again. His body was buzzing with an euphoric charge, tingling, and prickling up and down his spine, screaming for more.
Sesshomaru continued giving him the same tauntingly slow pleasure. Flames of need licked at every nerve ending in the hanyou's body, building, and burning, threatening to overwhelm him.
"You look disgraceful, hanyou. Weren't you trying to be modest a moment ago?"
Inuyasha gripped at the ground with his claws, back arching up from the sound of that cold voice. "I don't care," he whined, breathy and panting.
Sesshomaru ground his heel down particularly hard. Inuyasha caught his lip between his teeth, whimpering and frantic.
"You know you will never be anything but repulsive to me. Is the pleasure truly worth continuing to debase yourself in such lewd displays?"
Sesshomaru used the tip of his boot to press the plug back in, slowly rotating his foot so the plug moved with it, rubbing over and over against the slick walls of his insides.
Inuyasha cried out, not caring who could hear or see him, back arched up off the ground.
"Yes! … Hahh ... Yes … god fuck yes!"
Blinding pleasure crashed over him, blurring his vision. His toes and abs curled, claws raked into the lawn as his body quaked with orgasm. Wet hot liquid spilled onto his stomach and chest in spurts as he came.
Inuyasha lay trembling and panting in the grass, riding out the spasms of pleasure that were racing through him.
"You become more and more pathetic every day hanyou." Sesshomaru's dark silky voice chastened. "Go clean yourself, you're disgusting."
With that, the demon lord walked casually away. Unconcerned with the naked, and disheveled hanyou, laying half-conscious in the middle of the yard. As if he had merely been outside to check the mail, and hadn't found anything interesting in the box.