Pairing: Inuyasha/Bankotsu
Genre: Smut/Angst
Word Count: 1,225
WARNINGS: Yaoi, Mature situation
Summary: My mind wanders over past encounters with the Hanyou and it occurs to me that perhaps Jakotsu is not the only one that should be prancing around in a frilly kimono.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot!

The last of the red fabric pools around his feet and my eyes are gifted with the sight of his nudity. He kicks the fabric aside and leaps onto a low lying brand of a tree at the spring's edge. He fools around with his hair for a moment before staring down at the surface of the warm water below him. His eyes are so distant I find myself wondering what he's thinking.

He shakes his head in what appears to be frustration and in one fluid movement he's air born, diving through the steam. He's under water so long if he had been human I would have thought him dead. However he's not human, nor is he demon, he's what some would call a damnable mix. I would have been one of those people in my past life.

I wonder what's changed.

He surfaces, driving all other thought from my mind. He bobs and splashes around in the water for a while before he stands up and even the moonlight seems delighted at his presence, as its light surrounds him like halo. He pushes wet strands of silver out of his face, crosses his arms and leans on one of the surrounding rocks. He appears to be lost in thought and again I wonder what weighs so heavily on the Hanyou's mind.

He sighs loudly and wanders over to items he sat down just before he disrobed. A deceptively lean arm reaches out and claw tipped fingers sift through the contents. He eventually grabs something that looks like a strange chunk of wax and begins to rub it across his body.

What a fortunate little object.

His body is soon covered in some sort of film or foam and it smells wonderful. Done with his torso, hands disappear under the water's surface and I can only imagine what those fingers are caressing. It's thoughts like these that have me convinced my nocturnal habit has progressed from me being merely curious, to an outright obsession.

He plunges under the water and when he resurfaces he grabs some oddly shaped, brightly colored bottle, empties some of its contents in his hand and rubs it in his hair. This causes a different smell, that's still just as pleasant to fill the air. When he tires of cleaning his mane he stretches out in the water. With him floating on his back, I have a glorious view of what was hiding below the waist deep water. I fight the urge to touch myself, because I know if I do I will never be able to remain quiet. Even though I realize he must know I'm here, or at the least very close, I fear me moaning and groaning will shatter this silent agreement we have and end my favorite pastime.

Funny how it's within a circumstance like this that I find a risk I'm not willing to take.

Soon than tanned form emerges from the hot spring, dripping water across the rocks in his wake, and he grabs a drying cloth. Once dry he slowly puts his clothing back on. Once he's dressed he gathers his items, puts them in a small sack and ties it to his waist. As he stands there for a moment looking up at the night sky, his wet hair is turning the back of his haori a darker shade of red. Lowering his head he turns in a circles a few times, sniffs the air and bounds off.

I guess the show is over, and it's time for me to head home.

I've been lying on my stomach this entire time, peering through the bushes. When I roll on my side and get into a sitting position, I put my back against a tree and think about the situation. My mind wanders over past encounters with the Hanyou and it occurs to me that perhaps Jakotsu is not the only one that should be prancing around in a frilly kimono.

The thought of myself, or the Hanyou, dressed in Jak's favorite pink outfit gets me laughing. I'm so amused at the different scenarios and visions going through my mind I become oblivious to my surroundings.

Never a good thing.

A slight tremble from the tree I'm leaning against causes my eyes to dart open and when they do, amber eyes are staring into my blue ones. Startled, I back further into the tree trunk, as if that would help me. I have nowhere to run and no room to draw my sword.

When my heart dislodges from my throat, and calms down I realize he is hanging upside down in front of me from the branch above my head. Hardly a battle ready position for him either. I take it he's not here to fight.

"I saw you laughing, what's so funny?" he asks me.

"Were you watching me!?"

"I know you did NOT just ask me that question sounding offended. Kind of like the pot calling the kettle black, don't you think?"

I could feel the heat rising in my face despite my efforts for it not to. I stammer for words and he starts laughing at me.

"What!" I shout in frustration. Despite my lack of calm I can't help but notice how his wet hair is resting on my pant leg soaking the fabric.

"That's what I want to know," he says as those upside-down eyes narrow at me, "this has been going on for how many moons now? Three…four?"

"Something like that," I mumble as I turn my face away from that intense gaze.

"At first when you showed up I thought you were going to attack me. When you didn't, I thought nothing more of the incident. When you showed up again and I realized you were just out there…watching me I didn't know what to make of it…was kinda creepy."

"Thanks for making me sound like the world's biggest weirdo."

"Hey don't get all huffy with me," he shouted with eyebrows knitted together, "I didn't say that to point fingers. Besides, I didn't stop you, did I?"

Well that was true. If I was a weirdo for watching him, he was too, for allowing it.

"I just want to know what the hell this is all about and if it's leading up to something more than me giving you a free show any time you can find me."

Is he asking me what I think he's asking me?

"Don't look so damn shocked. You're horny as hell from watching me, I can smell it all over you. I just want to know if that's where this is gonna end."

Wow, forward little fucker isn't he? I don't know what to say because I had never thought past this little song and dance of ours. Now to have some of the things I've dreamed about all but laid at my feet, I…

"You don't have to answer me now. I'm sure you'll show up around bath time again soon enough."

With that said, the upside-down face with the wet silver hair and golden eyes disappeared from in front of me. I looked up into the tree and there was no trace of him.

As I sat there blinking in disbelief, with a hard-on as stiff as my sword, I smile.

I think I'm going to like this.