Kay, this is a challenge I answered from KayBop1, I was thinking about writing a fanfic for this pairing and I like the way this sounded. The beginning is kind of dark, but just bear with me, all the fluffiness, love, and sexiness will be along shortly ;) Enjoy!

"I love him. Everything about him. His hair, long and beautiful silver locks. His eyes, golden-amber shining with his fighting spirit. His body, slender and strong. I love everything, even his brash attitude, it shows he won't take anything from anyone! I admire that; it's more than I could say for myself. I love his expressions even though I don't ever see his true smile. His smile, his real smile, just a tiny moment where I know that he's happy, confirmed by the curve of his mouth. That's what I want to see the most of all. Sometimes I wonder if it would make me love him even more. But I can't get too close to him; let him see my true feelings because he is my rival. My rival. How did all of this happen? I look at him and I feel my heart flutter, whether he scowls, stares, or shouts. I've seen him clean, filthy, even bloody, and still, he's so beautiful. I don't think I could look at anything else in the world and feel more stunned. I've heard their voices. I've heard every word that would stand to say that I should never feel this way for him. I've lived a life that tells me that my feelings are in error. I've tried to listen to those voices, I've tried to forget my feelings and remember that it's my pack that really matters, not my odd affections. Against the efforts of those around me and even my own, not one thing has truly changed in my heart. Nothing. I can lie to my packmates, I can lie to my mentors, my warriors, my elders, but I will never lie to myself. I love him. With all my heart, I love him. Has the poison of my forefathers really reached into my own blood and tainted me so badly?"

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The shadows of the chamber were fenced around the only light in the darkness. Across his youthful flesh, the old bruises and cuts seemed to broaden in the flame's illumination. The orange light trembled in the eyes of a young boy, a sheen of perspiration slight in his dark hair. His tail had curled between his legs, relatable to every limb that refused to move. The only thing that really defined the moment was the man he kept on staring at. Barely out of the borders of the shadows, his father stood like a tower, examining his son with the mannerisms of his captain.

"Why don't I ask you again, Kouga?" The orange light finally spread across the jagged depths of his face as he stepped closer. "What were you doing out there?"

"I…" he swallowed and scurried backward with every step that his father took. It was a mistake.

All of the tranquility on the man's face burned away in an instant. Kouga cried out as four disciplined knuckles were sent smashing into the side of his face. "Don't you DARE pause when you speak to me!" Another yelp rang out as Kouga was struck to the unforgiving ground. "…Understand? Now answer me!"

A tiny gasp escaped from the young wolf. "I was just playing with Koshi! He's my fr—"

"Your FRIEND?!" the air was forced from Kouga's stomach as his father slammed his foot into his small chest. His insides twisted and lurched as the impact left him trying to scrape together a breath. But as soon as a fragment of precious air had entered, it was forced out again when a powerful leg crushed down onto his spine. The weight was only inches from bone-shattering. It always was. Kouga whimpered and choked, he would cry out if he had the air for it, but every attempt to gather some was thwarted. At last, he found himself curled against the wall, his gasps frequently turning into pained spasms. One last little yelp was yanked from him as his father punctuated his "lesson" with a final kick to the shoulder. Kouga could accept it, he was simply glad to have the privilege of breathing again.

"Look at me." His father whispered, towering over him in the shadows.

The child's eyes slowly shifted their way up to his face. Kouga's gasping had slowed.

The father sent a burning gaze down to his son. "Do you know why we're all here in these mountains? Why there are so few of us?" Like the creak of a door, a deep sigh left Kouga's father as he knelt down. "Why the wolf tribe struggles?"

Kouga uncurled himself a bit. "…no." he answered.

His father began instantly. "The dogs, Kouga, the dogs." The lines of his face furrowed. "They drove us from the west. They burned, killed, and tortured." He let out another deep sigh. "…among other things that not even I should have seen." The father brought himself up to stand alone in the weak light of the flame. His pure silence was something that Kouga had only seen a select few times, there was no other stillness like it. "…and Kouga…" The small wolf demon raised his weary head once more.

"It was they who killed your mother. My mate." Suddenly the father's voice had grown dry.

The tall figure turned his head back to his only son. "So. Let's ask the same question." He took a single, steady step in Kouga's direction. "Who was it that you were playing with?"

The young wolf exhaled and bowed his head. He knew the word that would end this moment peacefully. It was a word that wasn't of his own thoughts. All that it would have been was a betrayal of his conscience. Even so, the words quietly, but surely, left his lips.

"The enemy."

Kouga never knew if his father had grinned in pride or simply knelt down to him again with no reaction. He never looked up at him after that moment, not even a glance.

The shadowy hand swiftly reached for Kouga's face, a small flinch nearly sent the wolf backward again. Yet, he was surprised to find his father's fingers brushing the loose strands of hair from his face. "I love you very much, Kouga." The wolf barely heard his father's words. "Strong steel is only folded with a powerful hand. You understand that, don't you?" the voice was pitched with a man's pathetic excuse for compassion.

"I understand."

Somehow, fate had forced Kouga to lie to his own father.

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"I don't think I've ever seen anything more perfect." The icy blue of Kouga's eyes glimmered. It seemed like their souls had been lit with all of the sudden joy of this moment. Inuyasha. His eyes burned in the moonlight more brightly than anything, two golden blazes of light in the darkness of midnight. They laid there, happily wrapped in the each other's embrace, the moonlight defining the curves of Inuyasha's every muscle and curve with bright, blue outlines. Their bodies were intertwined in a shallow mirror of content, lazy water, the stars above reflecting in its surface. Kouga felt so weightless. The wolf laid his moist forehead against the dog's, all of that glowing happiness seemed to reflect in the golden eyes of his lover. He smiled, a tear slipped from his eye as he gazed into that face.

He pulled Inuyasha even closer, feeling the moist, bare flesh warm every part of his body. "I love you." He whispered, stroking his fallen tear from Inuyasha's cheek. "I love you so much." His vision had grown blurry. He felt Inuyasha's fingers run across his legs, moving gently from his rear to the base of his tail, then across the expanse of his back and up to his neck. Kouga purred at the tingling in his skin. It felt good. Beyond good.

The dog brought his face back up, meeting Kouga's lips. They shared a blissful warmth. Kouga nibbled a little at his puppy's bottom lip. A moment passed, a dream passed, and then, Inuyasha pulled away. The dog parted his lips, his gaze completely fixed on Kouga's, trusting and prepared.

"Go ahead." He whispered.

It was all Kouga needed. He was ready. He placed a small kiss on Inuyasha's nose and positioned himself at his lover' entrance, ready to plunge in. He took one more glance, and was comforted by the eager gaze of his puppy. With that, he slowly began to push his hard member in. Inuyasha moaned, then hissed at the sudden stretch. Kouga opened his eyes again and took another glance. He saw red.

The mirror of the water had been clouded with a terrible crimson shade, quickly spreading across and blotting out the reflected stars. Inuyasha's pleasured moans broke apart and turned to cries of pain. Kouga withdrew. It wasn't what he thought it, all his saw was his hand pulling a knife from the center of Inuyasha's chest. Blood drenched his hands, the scent poisoned the air and when he tried to scream, all he heard was everything that he had said before.

Hah! You couldn't if you tried, muttface!

Stupid fucking dog!

Muttface! Ha ha ha!

…pathetic!

INUYASHA! You slimy half-breed! How dare you do this!?

…worthless… You'll pay for this! Stupid dog!

Hahaha ha ha!

Nothing! You're nothing! Not to anyone, mutt!

Hah! HaahahaHAHAAHA!

Muttface!

Half-breed!

Lowlife!

The mirror was clouded with blood, he tried to scream. He tried to let his terror escape, but the voices only escalated. He tried to find his face in the mirror. The only thing he saw was blood, the scent overwhelming. And somehow, in all of that horror, he did, in fact, see a face.

His father.

Suddenly, his desperation was answered. He screamed. Loudly.

Inuyasha jumped backward to the opposite side of the room. The mirror had vanished. Everything had vanished.

"What's the big idea, ya flea-bitten wolf?!!" Inuyasha shouted at Kouga. He raised his fists, expecting some sort of scuffle. Kouga could feel the perspiration on his body, the intense heat was still clinging to him and it took several moments for him to sort his thoughts out. He ran his hand through his hair. "I…" he stopped. He was relieved that it had been a nightmare, extremely relieved. "I was dreaming… I guess." His voice sounded more raspy than usual.

Inuyasha lowered his fists, but not too low. "Flowers and sunshine, I take it? Usual 'dream' stuff?" he cocked an eyebrow, almost enjoying the fact that his rival was still shaken up.

"Fine" Kouga muttered, rubbing his scalp and closing his weary eyes again. "I was 'nightmaring', or something. Whadya want me to say, Inuyasha?"

The dog's fists fell to his sides completely. "What the hell's the matter with you?"

Kouga opened an eye. "What are you talking about?"

Inuyasha folded his arms and sneered. "I think the world is coming to an end. Since when did you start calling me by my name, idiot?"

Kouga's hand stopped. He hadn't noted that detail. Taking a deep, very much needed breath, he pushed himself up and out of the bed, the thin blanket sliding off of him.

Inuyasha suddenly threw his hands over his face. "Agh! Dammit, wolf, put some clothes on!"

Kouga hadn't completely heard, he was mind was still distracted by what he had just been through. "Huh?" he reflexively replied, rubbing his eye.

Inuyasha growled. "Do I really have to spell it out for you, idiot?! Clothes. Now." He barked, putting emphasis on the last two word.

Kouga began to look down at himelf "What's the problem? I'm still in my—" at that, he realized he was wearing nothing and covered himself up with the blanket within an instant. He tried fighting the blush that he knew he was getting, but it was no use.

Inuyasha lowered his hand. "Bout' time. Did part of your brain die while you were sleeping, or something? I swear, one day you're just—"

"Inuyasha." Kouga's voice halted the bickering.

"What?" the dog grumbled.

"Not now." The wolf said simply.

They stared at each other for a few moments, Inuyasha gave a small wave of the hand as he exited the room. "Whatever…" he muttered as he walked out.

"Hey, mutt." Kouga called, taking up his usual voice. The voice that everyone expected. "What did you wake me up for?"

The silver-haired hanyou halted. He took a deep breath and slowly let it go again. "…Today's the day…" he said, extreme dread detectable in his tone. With that, Inuyasha proceeded to the outside, leaving Kouga alone.