Inuyasha took a quick look around.  Satisfied there was no one near, he quickly disrobed and stepped into the hot spring.  The heat deeply penetrated his aching muscles.  Slowly he let out a breath and relaxed. 

He wasn’t against bathing as most the group thought.  The fact was he rather enjoyed the sensation of weightlessness.  The only problem he had was with other people looking at him.  He feared the look of disgust in their eyes as he bared himself to the world.  The whispers and the jeers… the tossed sticks and the humiliating words of “fetch, brat.”  They would laugh when he ran to comply, eager to be accepted.  They laughed at his body. 

Mother made bath time a marginally worthwhile experience.  She would wash his back and hair, whispering words of encouragement. 

“Why do they hate me?” he had asked.

“You are special,” she would always answer, careful to wash behind his ears.

He would follow her to the communal bath and try not to listen to the whispers of the other ladies of court.  “Freak… Abomination… Should not have drawn first breath…”

Inuyasha would often stare at his mother, seeing the sad look in her eyes whenever she overheard the thinly veiled conversation.  He didn’t notice how long it had been going on… for all he knew since his birth.  They often bathed late at night when no one else was around. 

Inuyasha sighed and crouched down in the water, blowing bubbles.  That was all a long time ago, before his mother took him away from the nasty place of whispers and scorn.  Whenever he bathed he could still hear their taunts.  He could also hear his mother’s soothing words.

“Inuyasha?” 

He sat up and looked around.  On one bank of the hot spring stood Kagome with a small towel.  “Sorry…” he mumbled, moving away from her.

She looked down and blushed.  “Stay there.  I’m coming in,” she said, slipping into the heated water for cover. 

He turned bright red.  The only real way out of the hot spring was the embankment she was near.  “I… I…”

“I didn’t know you were here,” she said quietly.  “I’ve never seen you use a hot spring.”

His cheeks burned and he felt dizzy.  “I don’t like sharing my bath.”

She nodded and seemed sad. 

“Not you… Just with people in general,” he said quickly.  He knew the look on her face.  She was ready to cry.

“I should leave you alone then.”

“No… I’ll get out,” he said quietly.  He moved towards the embankment and watched her watch him.  He pulled himself out, ready for her taunts and teases about his body.  They didn’t come.  He scooped up his clothes and looked back at her.  She was staring at him so it wasn’t that she didn’t see him.  “What?” he asked defensively.

She turned bright red and shook her head.  “I’ve never… nothing.”

“What?!” he demanded.  If she had something to say, he wanted to know.

“I’ve never seen you naked before.”

“So?”

“I wasn’t prepared, that’s all.”

He made a face and pulled on his kimono.  “I’m sorry I don’t live up to your expectations.”

“You’re…” she stopped herself and blushed deeper. 

He sighed and pulled on his pants, stooping to tie the back sash before reaching for the front sash.  “Just let me put this on and then you can have the hot spring to yourself,” he said wrapping the front sash around his back to tie it in front.

“You’re beautiful,” she breathed.

He raised an eyebrow at her and picked up his haori.  “I’m not…”

She pointed to the ground at his feet.  “You forgot your fundoshi.”

He sighed and rolled his eyes, hastily undoing his sashes.  He noticed the way she stared at him.  “Don’t look at me!” he cried stooping to pick up the forgotten fundoshi.  “Why do you have to look?”

“I’ve never seen… I’m sorry.”  He listened to the tremor in her voice.  She was ready to cry. 

“You’ve never seen a freak half-breed naked, is that it?” he snorted in contempt.

“You aren’t a freak.”

“Yes I am,” he replied quietly, tying the twisted material around his waist and leaning forward to pull the loincloth between his legs.  He tucked it into place and began to retie his pants.

“No you’re not.”

“This isn’t open for discussion,” Inuyasha replied hastily.

“Inuyasha, I think you’re… whoa…” he heard a small splash and bubbles.

He turned to see her almost completely submerged.  He forgot about his pants and hastily untied them so he could jog to her.  “Stupid weakling,” he cursed reaching in to pull her body out of the water.  “You idiot,” he growled, laying her on her back so the cool night air could revive her.

She moaned and opened her eyes.  “What happened?”

“Heat got to you,” he replied.

“You pulled me out?”

“Of course.”

She gave a small cry and threw her arms around him.  “Thank you, Inuyasha!”

He turned a few shades of red to feel a naked, wet girl against his own naked chest and legs.

“Um…” he mumbled.  She wasn’t letting go.  His body was alive and ready, couldn’t she feel it?  She had been looking at it long enough to see it.  How could she torment him by wrapping her hot and wet arms around his shoulders and pressing her sweaty cheek to his neck?  Her legs moved so she was crouched before him.  Her knee gently nudged at his… He gasped.  “Don’t do that,” he whimpered.

“What?” she asked innocently.

Her breasts were pushed against his chest.  Her knee pushed up and his fundoshi slipped a little.  He shivered.  “Please stop… You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

She pulled away and blushed.  Her knee was still against him.  “What am I doing to you?”

He blinked a few times.  The flesh tucked into his fundoshi ached with need.  He shook his head.  “Don’t tempt me.  I know what I am.  I know how humans see me.”

“I don’t care what they think.  I like you the way you are.”

“You can’t,” he whimpered, shaking his head with a frown.  “I’m a freak… I shouldn’t have been able to draw first breath.”  In his mind he could hear the ladies of the court laughing at him as his mother stared at him in sadness.  His existence had caused her so much pain. 

He felt a cool hand on his cheek.  Kagome was staring at him again with a look of concern in her eyes.  “You are beautiful,” she said quietly. 

He looked down and noticed how close her body was to his.  He could feel her heat.  Slowly, as if he was afraid to break her, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to his heart.  Her knee nudged his fundoshi and he gasped.

She leaned back, pulling him on top of her.  “I want you,” she whispered, breathlessly.

“How can you want me?” he whimpered, feeling her open her body below him.  “I’m… I’m…” He lost his train of thought as she pushed her sex against his.  Hastily he untied and tossed away the fundoshi.  He rubbed himself against her.  “Do you really want me?” he asked.

She nodded and reached down to push the tip of his manhood into the right spot.  Heat overwhelmed him as he blindly thrust forward.  She cried out beneath him and he stopped in fear that he had caused some terrible damage in his instincts.  “Kagome…” he whispered.

She helped him pull off his kimono and tossed it away so his skin touched hers in all places it could.  “Slowly,” she said.  “Go slowly.”

He nodded and pushed against her slowly.  Each thrust made the prayer beads swing out and hit her in the face.  She pouted and pulled them off, tossing them away too. 

“You… you released me,” he said, looking to where they fell.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his hips with hers.  “I should have done that a long time ago.”

He stared down at her.  “How long ago?”

“Long time,” she said with a small smile.  “You stopped asking me.”

“I forgot,” he whispered, nibbling at her neck, feeling his body sing with desire and pleasure. 

She cried out beneath him and he again stopped.  “Don’t stop,” she growled.  He continued.  His body was ready to explode.  He whimpered as his body contorted with release.  He collapsed above her and panted.  She hugged him with her arms and legs.  “That felt…”

“Wonderful,” he whispered.

She nodded.  “It did.”  She was silent for a long time.  “We must bathe together more often.”

He closed his eyes and let out his held breath.  Wearily he nodded.  “Only with you.”

--End

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