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Smut Anyone?	By : AshleenMonti Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Smut Anyone?
- 1
Treadmill Apparatus

Warning: I have no
affiliation with either Inuyasha and co. or Bo-Flex, and own no piece
of either of them.

P.S. Please don't try
effing on treadmills at home... I've got a hunch it's not safe.

The girls sat on a
bench off to the side of the health club. They'd worked their
delicate bodies to a light glisten and then decided to take a break
and take in some of the eye candy.

Yura was having a hard
time finding anything to her liking. Sure all these men were nice,
fit, muscles flexing, but they all had SHORT hair and she positively
hated short hair. She'd seen enough crew cuts that morning to make
her want to cry. Such potential for beauty all lost!

Pouting, she pushed out
that glossy red lip to it's full extent and groused, “Oh this
place is a bust.. I knew we shoulda' went to the one across town.”

Sango on the other hand
was drinking in all the eye candy. She herself was a master in
multiple martial arts and often participated in organized fighting so
she loved a muscly body to tangle with in the sheets. She noticed one
smaller more lean man working his arms on one of the many strength
training machines. His semi-short black hair was tied back into a
short pony tail and he wore tight black workout shorts that went to
his knees. On his right hand his wore a purple arm brace, she figured
he must have had a previous injury he didn't want to agitate while
training. But his chest, oh yes, Sango thought. Those
beautiful pecs were bare for all the world to see.

Everytime he released
the tension in his muscles, letting the cushioned pads pull his arms
open again, he was splayed out pectorals taut, looking absolutely
delectable. Sango couldn't help but think how nice he'd look tied
down to her bed at home.

She was torn from her
lascivious musings about her new mark by a sigh from the girl beside
her.

Kagome Higurashi. Sure
she was no virgin but she'd only ever done things with men she'd
dated for a very long time. Being on the prowl as her friends
put it was just not her thing. Sitting there staring at oblivious men
who were obviously just trying to work out felt so wrong, she knew
she wouldn't like the action reciprocated.

“This
just feels so wrong, you two. I don't know how you do it... just
objectifying the poor guys,” she said in a quiet whisper not
wanting the very men she was talking about to be alerted to their
activity.

Sango huffed. “Kagome,
if they didn't WANT to be oogled they'd all just go get a Bo-Flex and
do all the lifting and flexing at home. You have no idea, really they
come here just to be the girl's personal eye-full.” She sighed
and motioned to her previous mark, determined to make her point, “You
see him?” Kagome nodded with a slightly bored expression. “He
looks like he's got friggin' baby oil on, no guy puts on baby oil to
exercise! They do it so they get looked at. See how he's bouncing his
muscles like that? Completely unnecessary!”

Just then said muscle
bouncer turned to Sango and winked.

She blushed,
embarrassed at being caught. But still she finished her argument with
a wave towards the now grinning man, “See, he proves my point.”

There was a hum of
agreement from the far left before it was cut short by a gasp and a
shout of, “Oh my Kami!” Yura's painted red lips fell open
in a gasp. She'd just spotted the mother load of beauty. Her friends
stared at her appalled at her outburst and lack of stealth but she
could care less.

There on the yoga mats
was one of the damn prettiest hanyou she'd every seen. He wore baggy
red workout shorts and two red wristbands to catch his sweat. He was
glistening with the fruit of his efforts as he bounced up and down,
doing one handed pushups.

By Yura's count he'd
done somewhere around twenty from when she'd first seen him and she
was determined to take in every single movement with greedy eyes.

21...

22...

23...

Oh it was just too
much! She licked her lips hungrily while she watched him. He had the
cutest pair of little white ears, both pointed forward as he was
focused on exerting himself in his workout. Most importantly for Yura
he had some damn fine silver that went straight past his taut little
ass. It was left unbound, sticking to his back and tumbling over his
shoulders while he moved. Unable to stop herself she jumped up
leaving her companions behind.

She was by his side in
second, kneeling next to him and offering him her water bottle. She
pulled his hair back, treating it with a gentle hand like she was
some archaeologist that just unearthed a lost Incan treasure. “This
must be getting in your way.. I'll hold it back for you,” she
said in a dazed voice while she stared at the beautiful strands.

Her companions watched
as the hanyou settled down and rolled to his side, nodding his thanks
to Yura and taking a sip from her water bottle. Soon they started
talking too quiet for Kagome and Sango to hear but it was obvious the
hanyou liked what he saw. He seemed happily distracted by the deep V
of Yura's leotard and looked damn pleased to abandon his pushups to
stare at her chest for the rest of the day.

Sango sighed. That just
wasn't fair, Yura got her guy and now Sango was obligated to stay
until Kagome found one before she went after hers.

Sango watched Kagome
reach in her bag and she was sure all hope was lost when the girl
pulled out a book. A BOOK for crying out loud?! She thought, who the
hell brought a book when they had planned to scope out guys. She
frantically scanned the crowd, she needed to find the hottest of the
hot, the smex on two legs, the most enticing male in that room, or
she'd never get off that damn bench.

Then her savior walked
in. Tall, maybe six foot, two inches, he had thick toned legs, a
muscled chest and flat abs, and arms that would make for one hell of
an enjoyable hug. He was casually looking around the room obviously
looking to see which machine he'd frequent first, his towel tossed
over one shoulder and his long silver hair hung loose. What sealed
the deal about him, and made all the ladies hot under the collar,
were his tiny little blue spandex shorts.

Sango was sure there
wasn't room in those to slip a dime in them, they were so tight. The
short backs curved up revealing the bottom side of his ass cheeks and
when he walked past making even Sango wish she could take a paddle to
that naughty boy.

Seeing opportunity
Sango nudged her companion to get her attention, “Hey Kagome,
look at that one!” She whispered, “He's got a nice
package too,” She tilted her head to eye him appreciatively,
“Damn if those shorts got any small his shit would probably
hang out!”

At that outrageous
statement Kagome had to look up. The second she spotted the supposed
'Adonis' in his hot shorts she fought back the urge to gag. “OH,
Eew!” Kagome screeched as if her eyes were burned. “First
of all he's probably got socks stuffed in his pants, no man is
naturally that big. And I bet his markings a painted on,”
living at a shrine Kagome had been educated on the meanings of
different youkai markings and she knew the dual red stripes mimicked
on multiple places on his body were a sign of his status on the
mainland. “What youkai with that kind of power would not only
be seen here, but also be flaunting himself around like some gigolo.
Seriously Sango, go after your guy I'm fine here by myself.”

Sango sighed again, her
friend really was a lost cause. It was a pity he'd end up going home
with someone else but it was Kagome's choice and Sango had her eyes
set on her guy. Accepting her defeat she bid Kagome farewell and got
up, taking the machine next to her mark and started making
conversation.

Chilled golden eyes
roved over Kagome's form as the light haired youkai chose a weight
bench and sat down. She wasn't unattractive, but obviously modest.
While her friend had worn a sports bra and workout shorts she wore a
baggy t-shirt with the logo from an old volunteer event and loose
sweatpants with white stripes down the sides. Normally he wouldn't go
after someone like her, she was the kind of girl one might bring home
to ma and pa not the kinda of girl someone fucked for one night and
then expected to be on their way. But the insult could not go
unpunished.

Socks in his pants, she
thought?

Flaunting himself like
a gigolo, was he?

He'd show her, he
thought as he leaned and took the weighted bar in his hands to start
his work out.

Much later in the when
the walls of windows in the workout room had gone dark due to night
fall and the fluorescent lighting had been turned on Kagome was still
there, just about to finish her jog on the treadmill. She had nothing
better to do all day and when her two best friends had left early she
figured she would just work out on and off all day. The health club
had a small room with plasma screen TV that played sports channel
where she could take a break for a bit. Now she looked forward to
going home for a good night of sleep just as soon as she hit the
three mile mark.

She nearly lost her
stride as she suddenly felt and heard the plastic machine groan under
the weight of a second person. She could see two feet on either side
of her, just off of the tracks so they didn't have to run, the clawed
toes told her it was a youkai. “Hey! What the..” She was
cut off when a muscled arm curled around he waist and deftly lifted
her up until her feet weren't touching the track. The other clawed
hand braced on the handle of the treadmill before she was pinned
between the youkai's body and the control panel.

Outraged Kagome
shouted, “What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Get the
hell off me you sick perv!” She swung her feet at him smacking
him in the shins but he was unperturbed.

The youkai leaned over
her body and hissed in her ear, “Merely seeking reparations for
the insult you so carelessly rendered.” Though he wanted to get
this moving faster he stilled his wayward body, she was already
frightened enough by his approach it wouldn't do to upset her more.

Kagome calmed for a
moment, the silent hum of the treadmill's track the only noise in the
large room, she had to think for a bit what insult he could be
speaking about. Her mind drew a blank, “I don't know what
you're talking about.” Her voice was slightly strained because
of the control panel digging into her gut.

The youkai behind her
rolled his hips, brushing his partially erect member against her ass
and she couldn't help but gasp at the size. “I plan to prove to
you that I have no need to 'stuff socks in my shorts', as you put
it.”

Oh yeah... Now she
remembered, the hot gigolo with the fake markings. The haze of a two
month sexual drought since her breakup with her last boyfriend was
quickly making her mind a little hazy. The feel of the warm body
behind her, grinding up against her helped to muddle things up in her
foggy mind and all the managed was a half-assed, “Mmhmm,”
for her answer.

One might take her
silence as complacence but Sesshoumaru had to be sure, he wouldn't be
accused of forcing himself on any woman because he'd rushed without
asking. Pressing himself flush to her body he put his lips beside her
ear and whispered, “You want this, yes? Don't be afraid to say
no.” He rubbed his hips against her backside as he spoke,
seeking to sooth the ache that had already started.

Deep in the recesses of
Kagome's mind there were two little versions of herself arguing. One
was dressed in a red leather, breast boosting corset and thong
screaming about how she needed to get fucked and the other was
dressed in white, virginal panties, and a matching bra shouting about
how she needed to get fucked but she didn't want it to be in a public
place. Okay, she internally nodded. At least there was a consensus.

Through all their
shouting she managed to muddle out, “The cameras..,”
there was no way she wanted her little impromptu sexcapade
immortalized on some security camera.

“Hngh,”
he grunted, already sliding her sweat pants off and bikini style
underwear off of her hips. “They will be takin' care of,”
he murmured while staring at her bared skin.

Momentarily she thought
to wonder how they would be taken care and if she could trust him,
but those thoughts went out the window the second she felt bare, warm
cock pressing against her damp sex.

Blue shorts were shoved
down until they were just a wrinkled bit of cloth around his hips,
his cock and balls were free from their cloth confines. With his
shorts being so small he'd neglected to wear underwear. He slipped
his cock between her legs without entering, just rubbing his member
back and forth teasingly over her slit and letting her juices
accumulate on his piece, lubricating it.

“Mmmm..,”
she moaned. She planned on saying his name, but then realized she had
no idea what is was. The smooth head of his cock brushed her clit and
she gasped at the sensation but kept her wits about her. “Your
name.. I don't know your name...” She felt vaguely ashamed
she'd let someone get this far with her without knowing their name
but two months of sexual deprivation did things to one's brain so she
dismissed it.

He pushed her further
up on the control panel of the treadmill so she could balance easier
by herself, he left the rushing track on knowing it kept her from
setting her feet down and he liked that bit of control, knowing he
was holding her while he fucked her and she couldn't run away. He
watched her juices glisten on his hot rod before deciding to answer
her question. Leaning forward he put his lips to her ear and then
shifted his hips to tickle her entrance with the head of his member,
enjoying the moment she squirmed to try and push him in.

“Sesshoumaru,”
he whispered with a husky voice.

She whimpered and tried
to push back on him again and when he pulled away once again she
called out to him. “Sesshoumaru,” her voice mimicked his,
testing the name on her tongue. Knowing that was what he probably
wanted she hoped he'd give in now.

“Good
girl,” he purred in response and pushed a little way into her
as a reward.

She groaned at the
teasing touch, only just his head was inside of her, but she ached
for so much more. “Sesshoumaru,” she moaned again, hoping
for more. He grinned at the slight undertone of annoyance in her
voice this time. It was a boost to his ego to know she was already
frustrated.

Holding onto her hip
with one hand he slid the other around her body so he could reach her
clit. While he caressed the damp, swollen nub he pushed inside of
her, centimeter by centimeter and rocked back and forth. Smugly he
purred, “Still think it's a sock?”

“Sesshou..
Nngh,” she groaned again, “No... no, not a sock,”
she gasped. She needed more but if she slid back and forced more of
his thick cock into her she was sure she'd fall and end up with hell
of a rug burn on her ass for her efforts. Not that she didn't like
moaning his name, it was a very nice name to moan. It rolled off her
tongue very nicely. She'd just rather be moaning because he was
pounding into her until she couldn't remember her own
name, but noooo, he had to be a prick and tease her.

“Be
patient,” he admonished as he once again slid his member from
her.

She felt incredibly
empty then, she wanted more and he'd given her the exact opposite.
She bit her lip, she wouldn't turn into a whimpering twit just for
him. So she pressed her legs together trying to sooth the burning
ache he'd left her with, her toes curling with the intensity.

Pulling the cheeks of
her ass apart he admired the tight ring of her hole for a moment. She
was completely bare of hair and he assumed she'd shaved recently. He
licked his thumb, getting it wet, and then pressed it to her,
mesmerized by the way the ring muscle twitched under the slight
stimuli of his touch. He had the slight suspicion it was untouched
and it made the idea of fucking her there all the more enticing. He
pressed the damp head of his member to her, ready to enter her and
fuck her 'til she couldn't sit right for a week.

Him playing with her
ass, just touching was oddly satisfying, almost a little intimate.
But the second Kagome felt the giant cock pushing at her there, with
obvious intentions, she grew frightened. Instinctively she curled up
tighter in an attempt to get away from the thing she KNEW was just
going to hurt like hell and her muscles tensed. “No,” she
whimpered. She'd always been a good girl and no one ever fucked her
there. While she was okay with some experimentation there was no way
in hell she wanted her first experience like that to be with
something she likened to corn on the cob being shoved up there.

Sesshoumaru stilled,
staring down at her. While it was slightly disappointing the girl had
very clearly stated her wishes on this subject, and there would be
none of this here today. “Very well then,” her murmured
while he plucked up her dainty form and turned her around to face
him. He made sure she placed her feet on the sides of the treadmill's
moving track like his own so that she didn't slip. Then he ordered,
“Take off your pants.”

Arousal returning full
force Kagome couldn't wait to see what he had in mind now that she
was sure it had nothing to do with her ass. She leaned against him
for support and he curled and arm around her waist to help hold her
up while she balanced and slipped out of her pants and underwear. The
spinning track made quick work of the clothes when they were finally
shed and shot them off somewhere across the room (frankly neither of
them cared where they went).

“Good,”
he grunted as he picked her up and moved her to sit back on the
console, facing him this time. He pulled her legs apart and hooked
her knees over the machine's hand rails and pushed her to lean back
against the control panel again. He pressed his turgid member to her
bared sex and leaned in close, “Are you ready?” He asked
with a hint of a growl in his voice.

Staring at the body
poised between her legs Kagome nodded dazedly. She braced herself by
grabbing hold of his strong shoulders but she still couldn't help but
jerk at the sudden, plunging, entrance of his warm dick into her
body. He gave her just a moment to adjust to him, to feel the new way
he stretched her from wall to wall. Kagome shifted her hips, feeling
the way his size hit places she'd never felt before and she moaned
his name again at the sensation.

Unable to hold still
any longer he started to thrust into her hard and fast. One clawed
hand reached up and entangled itself in her hair and Sesshoumaru
pulled her face to his in a rough, greedy kiss. His other hand slid
from her hip and up her shirt to tickle his fingers at the under side
of her smooth, bare breast. Perfect B sized, just a palm full to
grab, not too much. He quickly realized he just couldn't get enough
of her sweet little body. His body pressed closer too her, seeking
more to touch, more to feel, he wanted to plunge deeper into her
body. He could hear the track speeding up to a ridiculous pace as
Kagome's back hit various buttons and dials on the control panel but
he could care less.

He might later regret
his one track mindedness.

Little fingers dug
sharp nails into his back while Kagome screamed and moaned, begging
for more, harder, faster. She was a small girl, barely reaching five
foot two inches. Because of her size the few men she had been with
were always gentle with her. The gave her light touches, gentle
caresses, and warm hugs, but this random guy she'd found at her new
health club did no such thing. He wasn't intending to be malicious
with his roughness, he could just feel she wasn't the dainty little
girl she looked like at first glance, as was obvious by her toned
body. He fucked her hard, taking all he wanted from her body and
giving it back to her just as good. She'd be damned if she didn't
love it too, the hot feel of his muscly form dominating hers was a
pleasure so sharp it was almost painful. For a moment Kagome wished
there was a camera of some kind on them. What she would give to see
what he looked like with that toned chiseled body of his fucking her
brains out.

Both of them, in their
sex-fueled haze, had neglected to think of how much weight the
treadmill control panel and handle bars were meant to hold though.
Whatever it was it surely wasn't enough to support over half the
weight of a full grown youkai and a young girl sitting on it. A faint
creak was there only warning before the flimsy metal rails bent and
snapped under them.

Sesshoumaru fell back
onto the speeding track, his body protecting Kagome from hitting it.
There was a painful hiss and the sharp stinging sound of the nylon
moving over his skin so fast it burned before he rolled off to the
side, away from the treadmill onto the carpet, and pinned her beneath
him.

The sudden shock was
sobering, even though they were still connected intimately. Kagome
lay under him quietly, though her legs fidgeted a bit until she found
a comfortable place for them wrapped around his hips. She stared up
at his pinched features and clenched teeth as she reached up to
soothingly rub his cheek, exploring the deep magenta markings there.
“Are you alright?” She spoke hesitantly hoping not to
upset him.

Golden eyes opened to
stare back at her, his pain slowly fading. His youkai abilities were
already seeing to the healing of the rug burns and he was hardly
willing to allow a simple mechanical failure to get in the way of
such a good fuck. Nodding to her to tell her her was indeed fine her
grabbed her wrists in one large hand and pinned them up above her
head.

Sesshoumaru thrust
into her again, hard and sharp like before, using her body for his
pleasure while building her own back up again. “Yes,”
he growled at the sensation of her sopping wet sheath around him.
Each whimper and moan from the girl beneath him made it harder to
hold back his own release, but from the quivering of her body he knew
she had to be close. He placed a hand behind her back, arching her
and pulling her up to him so each of his thrusts now pressed his mons
to her clit.

The extra stimulation
made Kagome blind with pleasure. She tightened her legs around him in
response, meeting each of his thrusts full force while she moaned and
whisper inarticulately. “Mmm fuck, yess,” she
hissed with her head thrown back, baring her smooth neck to him.

Sesshoumaru growled at
her then, showing sharp curved fangs. “Cum for me,” he
ordered in a deep, gravely voice.

One, two, three more
thrusts and Kagome felt something snap inside of her. Her insides
exploded with pleasure and a gush of sweet fluid poured out from her,
coating Sesshoumaru's balls and dripping between his legs. She gasped
and panted where she lay, literally fucked senseless.

“Good
girl,” Sesshoumaru growled again while he rode out her rippling
around him, still holding off his own release.

Normally Kagome might
have been a little offended at repeatedly being spoken too like she
was a pet but right then she was happy to just lay there in her
pleasurable haze until she got her wits back.

Her youkai stood up,
pulling her up to her knees and despite wanting to just lay there she
followed his insistent pulled and nudges. He pulled her t-shirt up
over her breasts and head but left it on her arms. He pushed the
collar back behind her neck leaving her head free but her hair mussed
and her arms were trapped held up above her head. Her wrists were
once again clasped in a strong hand and he held the back of her head
with the other, leading her plump lips to his stiff, dripping cock.

“Take
it in your mouth,” he coaxed like one would a puppy while he
stared into her dazed eyes. She opened her lips and took half of him
in before he hit the back of her throat. The sight of her mouth
stretched around him made the ache in his balls even worse. “Goood,”
he purred at her with a smug expression.

Cerulean eyes gazing up
at him suddenly turned angry as she took in what he'd managed to make
her do. “Hurwk,” she groused around the cock blocking her
mouth while glaring at him.

Pleased with her
inability to speak his lips turned up even more, “What was
that?” he taunted while sliding back and forth beginning to
move inside of her hot mouth.

Deciding to ignore him
in favor of getting him to shut up in another way she closed her eyes
and focused on the thick piece of man meat he had shoved in her
mouth. She rolled her tongue around him and made a swallowing motion
and took even more of him in. It was her first real attempt at deep
throating but she knew she had little gag reflex and managed to take
all but two inches of him in with only one small choke.

He gasped at the
sensation, his knees buckling. He'd expected mediocre head from such
an inexperienced girl, at best, but she'd proven him wrong. He was
already so worked up from their fucking it was mere minutes before he
was close again. His small sharp thrusts and the rhythmic bobbing of
her head sent him over the edge and he pulled out just as he came.

Hot, wet, semen sprayed
out coating Kagomes lips, cheeks, and neck and it dripped down over
her breasts. Sesshoumaru watched the rise and fall of her chest while
she panted and inwardly groaned when he saw her little pink tongue
lick a stray droplet from her swollen lips.

Kagome was about to
yell at him for doing that, it wasn't the most comfortable feeling to
be covered in someone's sticky, wet cum. She really did have every
intention of yelling at him too, that was until he dropped to his
knees in front of her and gathered her body to his. Her legs were
once again wrapped around his waist while he buried his face in her
breasts, then up her neck, licking and lapping away the evidence of
his release while she struggled the rest of the way out of her shirt.
His long, talented, inu-like tongue quickly made her forget all of
her irritation at him and she pulled him closer by his hair and
whimpered in pleasure when he sucked on her neck.

“Mmmm,
dirty girl,” Sesshoumaru chuckled darkly, “You need a
shower.” With that he stood and tossed her body up onto his
shoulder and started making his way to the clubs' facilities.

Idly he pushed three
fingers into her stretched sheath, marveling at how warm and wet it
still was. She bit into his back to keep from moaning again and he
had to hiss at the sharp painfully pleasurable sensation.

“Shower...
means encore.. right?” she asked in gasping breaths.

“Yes,”
he purred as he slid his fingers from her and licked the taste from
them. Shower was definitely
synonymous with encore...

* * *

Sango and her 'mark',
Miroku watched from through the darkened windows of a private room.
They both inwardly danced with glee while grinning like idiots.

“Miroku,”
Sango chirped to her long time, long distance boyfriend, “This
was such a perfect idea. How'd you get him to even come here?”

Miroku was a childhood
friend of Sesshoumaru's and they both came from well-to-do families.
Normally they both frequented a more expensive, elitist health club
and had their own private rooms and such. But he and Sango had worked
up a plan to get their friends together. Who better for the man who
thought he was too good for anyone than the girl who wouldn't stand
for his pompous attitude?

So their logic might be
a bit flawed... It was that sort of 'opposites attract' kind of idea.
Despite the ludicrousy of the idea it had worked.

“I just told him
that him refusing to workout among the 'commoners' was proof he was
afraid he wouldn't be able to stand toe to toe with them,”
Miroku grinned at own tactical maneuvering.

Sango giggled at that,
no inu could handle being told he was a coward so Miroku's plan had
been perfect. She tackled him with glee. After successful pinning him
down she straddled his form and rolled her hips suggestively, ready
to give him his reward for being such a good boy.

A lascivious grin
twisting his features, Miroku soon learned he might just like
behaving better than being bad... might...
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