"You don't have to keep pretending there's somethin' wrong with your bike to come and see me, ya know," Inuyasha said as he wiped black grease from his hands.

Kouga rolled his eyes. "Like anyone would come here for you, mutt-breath."

A pale eyebrow raised. "Your name in my books for the third time this month would say otherwise."

Kouga ran his claws through his hair, forgetting he'd tied it back into a messy bun and cursing when his fingers got caught. "Other people in the pack have recommended you," he argued.

"Yet it's your bike in my shop and not theirs," he countered.

Flustered, Kouga shook his head. He was not having this conversation right now. He'd just been putting off some major repairs and happened to come across a competent mechanic. It had nothing to do with how good his ass looked in his jeans.

Or how his arms stood out against the tight material of his shirt.

Nope. Not at all.

But as Inuyasha's fingers lingered on his when he handed over the keys, Kouga knew he wasn't fooling anyone, the man's proximity bringing heat to the tips of his ears. Inuyasha smirked, and Kouga's tail bristled, dark fur standing on end as he stepped closer.

"When do you think it'll be done?" he asked, managing not to retreat.

"Depends on how long it takes you to pull your tail out from between your legs and ask for my phone number."

"I already have that," Kouga blurted, clapping a hand over his mouth.

Amber eyes darkened, and Inuyasha gave him a fanged grin. "I'm talking about my personal line." He tapped the phone clipped to his belt, Kouga swallowing as he followed the movement, snapping back up to the mechanic's face after a moment too long.

"Why would I want that?" he asked, swallowing again.

Inuyasha's gaze slid over his body, each place it lingered leaving him flushed under the collar. "So you can stare at my ass without my clothes on." His mouth brushed against the underside of Kouga's jaw before he turned around, spinning his keys around his finger as he walked to the back of the shop, leaving the wolf a stuttering mess. "Your bike will be ready by the end of the day. Try to grow a pair before then."

A/N - Just a reminder that I've got a lot more stories on Ao3! I love to collab with other writers/artists, but they only get posted there, so come check them out! (I'm listed under Sereia13)