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1-Dirty Life
2-chapter 2
3-chapter 3
4-chapter 4
5-chapter 5
6-chapter 6
7-chapter 7
8-chapter 8
9-chapter 9
10-chapter 10
11-chapter 11
12-chapter 12
13-chapter 13
14-chapter 14
15-chapter 15
16-chapter 16
17-chapter 17
18-the second truth
19-chapter 19
20-chapter 20
21-chapter 20
22-chapter 22
23-chapter 23
24-chapter 24
25-chapter 25
26-chapter 26
27-chapter 27
28-ch 28
29-chapter 29
30-chapter 30
31-chapter 31
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Disclaimer: No owny show Inuyasha, just write about it. I make no money off of this story. Chapter 9: Firsts ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Inuyasha lay gazing up at the male standing by the bed. This was one of Naraku's special rooms, that meant this was one of Naraku's special clients: guests who were given top treatment, anything and everything they desired. Inuyasha assessed the male quickly. He wore expensive casual clothes and a gold watch. The only thing that did not quite tie in with the clean cut appearance was the hair. It was jet black and long enough to be put up in a high ponytail; not necessarily a rich person's style of choice. The man's sky blue eyes traveled over him slowly, exposing more than a hint of want but...there was also a reluctance. Maybe the guy was green: his first time with a male and dipping into a newly acquired fetish. If that was the case then he may need a bit of coaxing to get him started. Giving the man his best seductive look, he sat up then leaned to the side, causing the robe to slide, partially revealing his shoulder. Inuyasha tilted his head, letting his long hair fall to tickle his chest and hide the bare skin he had just so innocently exposed. With a slight pout, he gazed at the male intently. Those sky blue eyes watched every single move he made, giving Inuyasha the impression that the male was interested. Unfortunately, that reluctance became wary hesitation as the man backed up a step. "You're just a kid." He turned to leave. 'Shit!' Inuyasha stood up. "Wait." The man paused halfway to the door. "What is it, kid?" Inuyasha was at a loss. He had never come across someone who was so reluctant to fuck him. If it was just a nobody that came to his room, he wouldn't even bother stopping the guy but this man was a special client. If this man left this room unsatisfied it would be his ass, literally. Since trying to seduce the dark haired male wasn't working, he had no other alternative but to...beg. He took one step forward, imploring, hoping the guy wouldn't leave. "Please... don't go." The man quirked a brow. "Why not, kid?" "I...uh..." Ashamed he had to resort to such degrading measures, he averted his eyes to the floor. "...Please stay...I need you to stay. Please?" ----------------------------------------------- It was definitely something he was not used to. He was ready to leave but something in the way the kid stood there left him feeling bad...maybe it was pity. He didn't know. Shaking the feeling, Kouga, once again, turned to go, his hand reaching out to the door knob. He froze at the boy's desperate plea. "Please?! I'll do anything you want. Anything. Please?" Kouga paused and turned. The boy was standing there, looking upset enough to cry. He walked over to the young man, stopping only a couple of feet away. For a moment, he battled with himself. Finally, he came to a decision. "Okay, I will stay...on one condition." The boy let out a breath, seemingly one of relief. "What is it?" "I want to know two things. The first: Are you gay?" With a sigh, the boy shook his head slowly and looked down. "I...don't think I am." "The second: Give me your name." -------------------------------------------------------Inuyasha paused, baffled. None of them asked him for his name. None of them cared. In his puzzlement, he hesitated. The man frowned at him and turned to go. Inuyasha paniced. "Wait! It's Inuyasha. My name: it's Inuyasha. Okay?" Thankfully, he stopped and turned to face him again. "I will stay." The fear that had been building drained away. Inuyasha could have thanked heaven itself. He eased up to the older male, knowing he had some Those deep breaths hitched once as he slowly began pushing the khaki's to ----------------------------------------------- Kouga could feel himself getting turned on again. He had never been undressed He watched the way the young man moved: sure and steady and experienced; lightly Kouga stared, transfixed, as the young male pulled him forward and leaned in. His excitement, which had died a few moments earlier, now returned with renewed His knees weakened when warm lips touched him softly. The kneeling boy raised The boy followed silently, discarding his long blue silk robe in the process. He was beyond thinking at the point when the warm wetness covered nearly all drawer by the bed. It looked like a small tube. Sitting up some, Kouga watched with curiosity. The boy removed his blue silk boxers and he found himself looking at the young man's privates, noting that, even though soft, that there was some difference in size. For some reason he was disappointed to see that the boy was not excited. After squirting some of the lubricant on his hand, he leaned over and rubbed the slick substance all over his twitching, overly strained arousal. The young man set the tube on the night stand, turned, then motioned for him to sit up on his knees by lightly pulling on his shoulder. He complied with the silent request as the young male crawled in front of him and bared his behind. Kouga reached out and smoothed a hand over the boy's backside before grabbing the narrow hips and pulling them closer to him. Positioning his tip at the pink back entrance, he noticed the young male's entire body go rigid, waiting. Recalling how much pain the other had suffered in the viewing room, Kouga hesitated. He did not want to cause that much pain, even if the result, later on, was different. He did not know much about this kind of thing, but his conscience could not live with deliberately hurting someone during...sex. Taking extra care, he slowly eased forward, his tip slipping over and around before he finally pushed himself partially in. The male below him let out a quiet gasp. Kouga bent over, hunching, bit by bit, moving deeper in, pausing at every flinch of pain, waiting inbetween gasps for the extemely tight hole to relax and loosen. By the time he was all the way in, Kouga was panting and sweating. It was so tight. He had never been inside something this tight. It felt good. No. More than good. He wanted to start pounding, relieve his tormenting urges, but Kouga refrained. Instead, he caressed his palm over a solid hip, along a slim waist then under a tight stomach before reaching for his partner's soft member. The body beneath him shuddered and groaned as he played and fondled. Soon, he was stroking the young male's solid hard erection. While pumping the boy's arousal, Kouga pulled out and slowly pushed back in. This earned a louder groan as the young male's legs trembled. Wanting to go faster, he did just that. His humping became quick, deep thrusts. He wanted so much for the male beneath him to come. When he felt the hardness in his palm stiffen then pulse with release as slick cum slipjped through his fingertips, Kouga pulled back and slammed back into the tightness one last time, burying himself all the way in, as deep as he could, cumming harder than he had ever before, his grunts of pleasure mixing with the boy's moans of release. The body beneath him shook, trembling. Kouga, panting, pulled out, then leaned back, watching as the young man, breathing hard, fell on his side. After a moment of resting the boy turned and gave him a small smile that did not reach his purple hazel eyes. "If you want, you can get cleaned up in the shower, unless..." He sat up some and blinked once. "...we are not quite finished yet. The shower is also big enough for two." Feeling exhausted, Kouga shook his head, turned and slipped off the bed. "I will take a shower. Wait here until I finish." --------------------------------- Inuyasha pulled on the blue silk boxers while listening to the wet pattering of the shower. Standing by the bed, he despondently looked at the stain on the comforter. Clients rarely mad him cum. They often liked to play and fondle but never went for long enough to make him have an orgasm. Being aroused helped the pain and being made to cum fixed the frustration from being played with, but afterwards...he felt sick, degraded. He could stand being used, but being made to enjoy it was another matter. That was why he had felt so guilty about Miroku. He knew his efforts to arouse and not cause his friend any pain had eventually, in the end, humiliated Miroku deeply, hurting his friend on the inside far worse than he ever could have on the outside. He had been a coward. Forcibly raping Miroku would have been better for his friend but would have ended their friendship with no hope of reconciliation. Instead, he...in a way...gave Miroku...forced pleasure. Either way, he had been screwed, along with his friend. Sighing, Inuyasha lay back down on the bed to wait for what else the man had in store for him. Knowing these room's rules, he may be pulling an all-nighter. His stomach gurgled. Placing an arm across his abdomen, he closed his eyes, trying not to think about food. ------------------------------------------- A hand on his shoulder along with a deep lowered call of his name startled him from his dreamless doze. He opened his eyes to see the dark-haired male sitting on the bed, fully dressed. His expression was neutral but a glint of concern darkened the bright blue depths. "Hey, kid." Rubbing his eyes, Inuyasha took in a deep yawning breath and sat up, somewhat worried that he had fallen asleep again. If Naraku found out he had been goofing off, it might not sit well with his boss. He forced himself to fully wake, smiling seductively in case the man wanted a full repeap of the evening's earlier activities or maybe something different, more kinky. Instead, he merely sat there, eyeing him tentatively for a moment before speaking. "Why are you here?" Inuyasha was taken aback by the question, knowing, by the tone of voice, that the guy was not being suggestive but...serious. "I want to be." "You were terrified that I wasn't going to fuck you. Why?" Inuyasha shrugged his shoulders. "Not really. Just wanted you to stay." The man did not seem too satisfied with his answers but thankfully let the topic go and pulled out his wallet. "I may return sometime..." he said while taking some bills out of his leather wallet. "...I don't know about tips in this place but here." He placed two one hundred dollar bills on the bed at his side. "I will mention to your boss that I...enjoyed ...my distraction." The man stood, then left the room. After the man had left, Inuyasha grabbed the money, knelt by the bed, retrieved his shoes, then stuffed the hundreds deep into the one that contained what was left of his money from the last tip he had hidden. He had a good idea what he was going to do with most of the money this time. He was going to give it to someone who needed it more than him. Quickly, Inuyasha pulled off the silk boxers, dressed, then left the room. ----------------------------------------------- As he entered the third floor, he glanced down the hallway, noting that Miroku's door was closed and that his friend had probably turned in for the night. He only hoped that his sister was safe in there with him. Wearily, Inyasha entered his room, fixed his alarm, turned off the light, then lay down on his bed, soon falling into a dreamless sleep. ------------------------------------------------ Naraku switched off the monitor when the light in the boy's room was turned off by the young girl. He smirked while turning in the large leather office chair. "I do believe we have a freeloader in out midst, Jake." p> our boy does with his...girlfriend. Go to Inuyasha's room first in the morning and give him their duties for the day. Tell them they are to work on the corner of Tenth and Brigham. Give both boys a wide berth and don't go near them tomorrow while they are...working. Before you leave tonight, tell Hiten I need to speak with him about a special assignment." Jake nodded before asking. "Why do you bother with them filthy fags, Boss?" Naraku raised a brow at his inquisitive lackey. "Jake, when you were young did you ever have a toy that you loved to play with over and over and eventually...broke?" Shrugging, Jake frowned. "Yeah, Boss, guess so. Why?" With a smug grin, Naraku leaned back in his chair. "Exactly." --------Dun dun dun..... I have never done a 'lemon' between two males before. It seemed kinda plain to me but hey, I never said I was good at them. It did serve a purpose though for the plot. I think I have a plot. mmmm... Review responses= MikoVixen-mmm...maybe to both questi |
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