A favor for a favor?
A demon lord, a hanyo, a two headed dragon, two humans, a kit, and a very loud and annoying kappa.
Their party unfortunately had somehow attracted a band of demons, hellbent on robbing them.
The sacred jewel was long gone, couldn't they catch a break?!
Apparently not. Somehow Inuyasha was thrown into Sesshomaru, slamming into a thick tree. Not a good move on their part, but hey they tried. Key word being tried.
The half brothers by some miracle ended up working together, probably unintentionally but at least the deed was done.
All seemed peaceful, well at least for a moment. Inuyasha cursed loudly, "God damn it! Fuckin' bugs!" He began to scratch profusely, cursing the entire time.
Kagome sighed loudly as the children laughed at his antics. "I swear," she rolled her eyes, "For Pete's sake Inuyasha! You're not a bear!"
He rubbed harshly against the trunk of a tree, "I am today damn it!"
She ushered the kids to follow, finally making camp a ways down the road. She swore she had a twitch in her eye, "I told you if you need itch cream, I have some-"
He scoffed loudly, "Fuck no!" He continued to scratch his poor skin raw, "That shit smells horr-"
Sesshomaru's fist connected to the boys head, knocking him right out. Shippo snickered, returning to the writing practice book Kagome had brought him and Rin.
Kagome watched as he lifted him and set him atop Ah-Un, tossing Jaken on for shits and giggles, "To a river. Far." The dragon took off with the unconscious Inuyasha and now bellowing kappa.
Kagome watched him sit stiffly, he was clearly uncomfortable. "Hey," she approached him, "Are you alright?" He had the gall to look at her like she'd been the reason for his discomfort, "Don't look at me like that."
He held out his hand, waiting.
"I don't have anything in my hands," she spoke showing him her palms.
He snatched her hand up, seeing her teal painted nails. "Assist this one," he grumbled.
She nodded, "I have medication." He shook his head, "Err, what then?"
He pulled his robes off his shoulders, silk pooling around him. She frowned seeing all the red spots on his pale skin, "Sit."
She sat behind him, "You want me to scratch don't you?" She saw the slight nod of what could barely called movement, "Err, you need to tell me if it hurts. These are acrylics, they're harder than-"
"You will not harm this one," he grumbled.
"Alright then," she mumbled and began scratching across his speckled skin.
He groaned breathily after she'd been at it a while, "Harder." Her hands stilled a moment as blood rushed to her cheeks.
She resumed her itching, trying to ignore his husky tones urging more from her. He brought his clawed hand to his face, muffling his groans.
Again his deep timbre called her, "Harder woman." When she apparently was not aggressive enough he scooted further into her lap, "What is it you want from this one?"
"Pardon," she nearly chocked, saliva thick in her throat. "This isn't you scratch my back, I scratch yours," she spoke flustered, "You asked, and I don't mind. You don't have to pay me back."
When his eyes rolled into his head as she itched a particularly prickly spot. "Perhaps not," he moaned, "But this one is willing to scratch the itch you have."
Kagome froze, forgetting how to breathe.
How delightful. 🖤
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