I actually thought of this idea about a year or so ago...I thought it would be funny if I wrote this, simply because its something I know I wouldnt be able to think at any other time. Short but Im hoping still good enough fo ryou all :) Not much editing done... in fact not much at all...Hmmm

disclaimer: Urgh! Do people still do this? Geez! Inu Yasha does not belong to me. THERE! you happy now?

Of Hands That Touch

I forgot when exactly I started doing this every morning. Surly its been a long time since I first started to do this. There had never been a time when I wondered what would happen if I ever got caught. Would he kill me? His faithful servant? For I have, in fact, broken an unwritten rule about these things. Because no one wants to be watched... touching themselves.

Normally we wouldn't stop walking for days or maybe weeks, but since Rin came along and she's only human, we would stop some where every night just so she could rest. Sometimes I envy her, her ability to make him react in the weirdest ways, her ability to make him stop and rest. But this, this was something she could never take away, this is something she wont ever understand. This was something only I knew about, something just for me; even if he had no clue.

His legs spread across the futon. His kimono barely covered his torso, and soon enough he was completely naked.

What a beautiful creature is he is.

He started with his nipples, pinching and tugging at them, causing him to moan slightly. Slowly darted out his tongue as his hands glided lower, one of them stopping as his navel and the other stopping at his thigh. He arched his back, leaning into his own touch and then finally making his way to hardening shaft. Softly, he moans at his smooth slightly pale fingers rap around his shaft, gently tugging at his length.

I couldn't help it, watching and wanting, he was... even more beautiful in these moments. I could feel myself harden at the sight. God! I wish I could stop this, but I know I don't want to stop. I want to watch him, forever, like this, just the way he is at this moment.

Faster, I see him jerk his hand up and down his large erection. His slender hips, now thrusting upward, meeting his hand half way. I could see it, I could feel it—his passion rising. His moans get louder, his hand has yet to lighten up while the other continues to pinch and nip at his hard nipples.

Finally his hips arch and he throws his head back, and with a loud moan his seed spills all over his hand and his belly. "I-Inu Yasha!" A name... he called out a name that I won ever forget... Inu Yasha. That bastard!

Never before had he called a name. Never before had I thought that there was someone he thought of while confiding himself to his room.

Quietly to rushed to the tent where I was suppose to be asleep in. Even if it was a man's name he called to while coming all over himself... his brother? His rival? The one who I thought he wanted dead, is the one he wants in his bed.

I sigh and try to get some sleep. Surely this discovery will be the death of me, if I don't play my cards right.

Morning will coming soon, I'll deal with that then.

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