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Kunikuzushi hates Aether.
It’s been this way for a few years now, beginning when the latter was still a trainee before his debut. Naturally, the feelings are reciprocated; Aether hates Kunikuzushi’s guts just as much, and he isn’t afraid to say as such.
To outsiders, however, the two are the closest of friends. It’s for appearances, clearly, and neither feel like undergoing a scandal and potentially fucking over their careers. Of the two, Aether would see the most backlash since he’s a public figure – and a popular one at that.
5WIRL is Teyvat’s largest boy group, an absolute sensation across each of the nations. Made up of five ridiculously attractive and talented boys, it’s no wonder how they grew to be so large within the past year. That being said, the group deserves the best and only the best.
That’s where Kunikuzushi comes in – out of the many staff members employed by the Adventurers Guild Agency, he’s easily one of the best stylists (or the best, if he says so himself), so it was only natural for him to be assigned to the group. He’s even Aether’s personal makeup artist to boot.
And he fucking despises it.
Now, you may be wondering as to why Kunikuzushi hates Aether so much and vice versa. Simply put, the two get along like cats and dogs. Aether is nothing short of insufferable, always bright and smiling and annoying. Kunikuzushi can’t stand people like that. Yeah, sure, it sounds like a pathetic excuse, but Aether is a long way from being perfect. His beloved fans will never see his rotten side.
A bout of laughter pulls Kunikuzushi from his thoughts. Glancing up from the floor, Kunikuzushi is met with the sight of Aether with his head flung back, his mouth open in laughter. Immediately, Kunikuzushi’s gaze snaps to the other’s slender neck, feeling the desire to rip his throat out with his teeth. Venti must have said something, surely; there’d be no other reason why Aether is squeezing his fellow bandmate’s arm like that, why his smile is so big.
It's annoying.
Off to the side, Kazuha claps his hands together, announcing that breaktime is over. The group gathers in the center of the room, getting into proper formation. Since 5WIRL is having an upcoming comeback, tons of blood, sweat, and tears are being poured into preparation. That means countless hours in and out of the studio and gym, plus strict diets and meeting schedules. That also means that Kunikuzushi has to spend more time with the group than usual.
He still has to complete the ideas meant for the comeback’s stage outfits; as far as he knows, the agency plans for it to be an edgy era or whatever. Especially compared to the previous high teen era, fans are sure to go nuts for the switch up. Show a sliver of skin here and there, have some tasteful leather, add a silver accessory… Sales are going to go through the roof from photo cards alone.
The room practically shakes from the bass of the music. Kunikuzushi has half the mind to cover his ears, but he settles for crossing his arms and scrunching his face instead. As much as he doesn’t want to be there, it is his responsibility to find inspiration for their outfits. They have to be stylish yet easy to move in, especially with the kinds of dances 5WIRL is known for.
And, as much as he hates to admit it, 5WIRL is damn good at what they do. Like the group name implies, each member moves gracefully, lightly, just like a delicate breeze of wind. Their movements are nothing short of breathtaking, so delightfully beautiful that it’s nearly impossible to take your eyes off them. One member in particular always manages to capture Kunikuzushi’s attention, whether he likes it or not. Aether moves with a fluidity that most dancers dream of, and he makes it look so simple. His signature braid swings with each smooth roll of his hips, each graceful arc of his back.
Kunikuzushi’s mouth dries. Maybe he’ll dress Aether in a corset to accentuate the curves of his narrow waist as he moves. Maybe he’ll add a pair of shorts to show off the muscle that hides under the façade of slender legs. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll pick out a pair of tight pants that will cling to the other’s ass-
The song is over before Kunikuzushi knows it. He blinks himself back to reality and takes in the sight of the group in their finishing pose for the dance. There’s a round of applause from the other staff members lingering in the studio, joined by whoops and cheerful hollers. Coughing into his fist, Kunikuzushi diverts his attention.
Yeah, this comeback is gonna be huge.
Kunikuzushi hates Aether.
He hates his stupid face, his stupid hair, his stupid voice, his stupid voice… His stupid everything.
“You’re going to get crow’s feet if you keep scowling at me like that,” Aether says, his voice nonchalant – for the most part, anyway. There’s always a tinge of irritation in his tone whenever he speaks to Kunikuzushi.
Scoffing, Kunikuzushi pulls his hand away from Aether’s face. The latter blinks his eyes open and cocks an eyebrow. “You’re lucky that you’re shooting today,” he grunts. “I’d personally love to make you look like a trainwreck.”
Thanks to Kunikuzushi’s skillful hands, Aether’s complexion is silky, glossy; golden shimmer adorns his eyelids, complimenting the color of his irises perfectly. His makeup is stunning, even with the heavy frown etched into his pretty features. “You’re acting more petty than usual,” Aether quips. “What gives?”
Kunikuzushi rolls his eyes. “Besides having to spend my precious time in your presence, I’m doing just peachy.” He gives a tightlipped smile. “Now shut up and let me finish your makeup.”
Surprisingly, Aether does as told and shuts his mouth. Something akin to satisfaction swirls in the depths of Kunikuzushi’s lower abdomen; it takes him off guard for a moment, but he hastily brushes the weird feeling away and returns to the task at hand. Replacing the brush in hand for a bottle of lip tint, Kunikuzushi hesitates. Aether waits patiently, his lips slightly parted. Kunikuzushi has to admit, Aether looks significantly better without his fair brows being furrowed in anger.
As if sensing his inner turmoil, Aether cracks his eyes open. His gaze immediately latches onto Kunikuzushi’s, and the world stills. Gritting his teeth, Kunikuzushi grabs Aether by the chin and pulls down on his bottom lip with his thumb. Something flashes through Aether’s brilliant eyes – anger, probably, but then there’s a hint of something more… carnal.
“Keep still,” Kunikuzushi merely grumbles. Removing his thumb, he brushes the foot of the wand across Aether’s pretty, pretty lips, painting them in a dark honey color. It’s darker than what he usually wears, but it looks good. Kunikuzushi smirks when he finishes. “You actually look presentable, heh.”
Aether mutters something under his breath, but it’s too low for Kunikuzushi to properly make out. Now that his makeup is done, his whole look is complete: the glittery makeup matches the fake gems sewn into his mesh shirt, and the wide leg pant with thick soled boots adds a dimension of height that Aether is usually lacking.
“Here,” Kunikuzushi says, “put these on.” He hands Aether a pair of black velvet gloves. Since they reach the elbow, they might fit awkwardly over the fake crystals, but it’ll definitely pull the outfit together.
“You’re being oddly specific this time,” Aether comments. Nevertheless, he obediently pulls the gloves on and stretches his lithe fingers out. “Anything else?”
For a moment, Kunikuzushi doesn’t say anything. Instead, he stares at Aether’s exposed neck, at the milky expanse of skin. He contemplates what to do, yet there he goes, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around Aether’s neck.
Aether sputters a curse. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Gone is the almost gentle nature he almost had. This… This is what Kunikuzushi is used to, what he wants.
“You need a choker,” Kunikuzushi tells him, his voice taking on an icy edge. Aether’s pulse jumps under his touch.
His hand feels strangely empty when he retracts it. As he turns to grab the necklace in mind, he spots Aether from the corner of his eye, gingerly touching his neck. Again, Kunikuzushi’s mouth goes dry. Picking up a thick band of velvet, Kunikuzushi steps behind Aether’s seat; he’s not gentle when he pushes Aether’s braid out of the way and brings the choker around his neck, his fingernails skimming the surface of skin. Aether trembles.
“You know,” Kunikuzushi starts, his voice dropping low, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen you shiver like that.” Leaning over, his lips brush against the shell of Aether’s ear. “It’s also been a while since I’ve had to cover your neck up like this.”
“Shut up,” Aether bites, but it’s weak.
“That’s it, just like that,” Kunikuzushi murmurs. “Embrace the anger… Embrace it…”
“You’re such a bastard.”
“Heh. You like it.”
Before Aether has the chance to reply, there’s a fist banging on the door to the small fitting room. “Aether! We’re about to shoot! Get on set!” a staff member calls from the other side.
Aether abruptly shoots up from his chair and sends Kunikuzushi a glare. Without another word, he slams the door open and storms out, leaving Kunikuzushi alone with his thoughts.
Kunikuzushi hates Aether.
This is what he tells himself, anyway, despite the odds of well, everything.
The shooting for the music video went well, bound to be a total hit the second it’s released. The group members are exhausted, ready to crawl into bed and sleep for the next week or so. That’s how it should be.
But no.
Aether is ever so the energetic one, capable of bouncing back from death itself if need be. And its’ funny, really, that Kunikuzushi is only thinking of himself as death now; in no way is he suitable for Aether, not by a long shot, yet here he is, here they are, doing what they do when the cameras aren’t rolling and there’s not a single soul around.
Back in their pre-debut days, 5WIRL had to live together under the same roof, much like any other group. Now, though, they all live in their own swanky apartments, towering over cities with views extending as far as the eye can see. It’s one of Kunikuzushi’s favorite views, actually, besides the sight of the crown of Aether’s head tucked in between his legs.
The only light in the spacious room comes from the city’s nighttime glow, but even that is dimmed down by the cloudy skies and haze of rain. Kunikuzushi goes to take a sip of his drink – sake, since he’s partial to the foods from the land he hails from – and continues to watch the one below him. Aether’s graceful in all forms of the word, his mouth included; he takes Kunikuzushi’s cock down his throat with ease, having gained plenty of experience from past encounters. He knows all of Kunikuzushi’s soft spots, the things that make him go wild.
A hiss slips past Kunikuzushi’s lips as Aether’s teeth lightly snag on his cockhead. A pair of golden eyes looks up at him through thick lashes, their gaze heady. If anything, it makes Kunikuzushi want to grasp the back of Aether’s head and fuck his slutty mouth.
“Get up here,” Kunikuzushi drawls in a warning.
“Make me,” Aether taunts.
A hand grips onto the base of Aether’s braid and yanks him up, drawing a moan that’s pure music to Kunikuzushi’s ears. Their kisses are hardly ever gentle. No, it’s nothing but teeth and tongue, the push and pull of an endless fight and seeking for control. Kunikuzushi typically wins – maybe because Aether lets him, he’s almost sure of it – and he does what he wants, licking possessively at the inside of the other’s mouth.
Warmth radiates off Aether – always has. He’s the personification of the very sun of itself, bright and warm and literally everything Kunikuzushi hates in a person. So yeah, he’ll admit it – he loves to tear Aether apart. He loves to make that smile into a frown, to make those beautiful eyes cloudy with anger. Even more, he loves to have Aether begging and screaming, maybe even have him cursing Kunikuzushi out while he’s getting stuffed with a fat cock.
The flimsy shorts Aether wears are nothing but a joke. Kunikuzushi knows Aether purposely put them on to be a filthy little tease; the creases of his asscheeks hang out, and a hint of a previous bruise (left by yours truly) peeks from the hem of the tiny things. Still, it’s more than easy to yank them off along with Aether’s underwear, leaving him completely naked from the waist down.
Noises spill from Aether’s mouth as Kunikuzushi lathers hickeys and bitemarks onto his neck. They’re a pain to cover up, but it just so happens to be that Kunikuzushi is an expert at hiding them. The sounds escaping Aether’s mouth are so damn sinful, so different than how Aether usually is. Fuck, they’re making Kunikuzushi’s cock ache. If he wasn’t already rock hard, those mere noises would do the trick.
They gradually move from the living room to Aether’s bedroom in a seduction-ridden haze. Kunikuzushi doesn’t waste any time, pressing Aether down on the bed and shoving his tongue in as far as it’ll go. Aether impatiently tugs at the loops of Kunikuzushi’s pants. Get a move on.
“Needy bitch,” Kunikuzushi murmurs.
“Says the one who looks ready to burst,” Aether shoots back.
With a scoff, Kunikuzushi pulls away and reaches for Aether’s nightstand; their reliant bottle lube sits where it always does, next to a nearly empty case of condoms and a couple of toys. “Ass up, hands over head,” Kunikuzushi barks.
Surprisingly, Aether doesn’t make a smart remark, but a mere glimpse between his thighs tells Kunikuzushi that the only thing on his mind right now is dick. Doing as told, Aether rolls over and props himself on his knees, bending himself low on the bed and wiggling his ass enticingly. Kunikuzushi ogles him for a quick moment, almost amused, but his cock twitches and he’s reminded of how fucking horny he is.
Aether’s nearly whining from how long it will take for Kunikuzushi to fuck him (for fuck’s sake, give him a moment) and Kunikuzushi doesn’t really like his attitude. His belt slides off, instead finding itself being looped around Aether’s thin wrists.
“Fucking whore,” Kunikuzushi growls in Aether’s ear. A sharp smack follows his words, as does Aether’s cry. “I wonder how your fans would react if they saw you like this.”
“They’d be feral,” Aether quips because he knows how jealous Kunikuzushi can be, how possessive he is.
His answer gets him what he wants; Kunikuzushi’s fingers plunge into Aether’s hole, the squelch of the lube already too loud in the quietness of the room. Aether curses into the pillow, his back arching. Kunikuzushi smirks and gives Aether’s plump ass another slap.
It’s even better when his aching cock replaces his fingers in Aether’s ass, making the latter moan like a filthy whore. Aether clenches onto Kunikuzushi, his fingers desperately grabbing onto whatever he can reach. Kunikuzushi sets a brutal pace, his hips digging into the smell of Aether’s cheeks with each thrust. Aether’s noises turn shrill as a hand wraps itself in his braid and the other presses on the small of his back. He has no other choice than to take it, to lie there like some pathetic ragdoll as someone ravages his body.
“All your members wanna fuck you,” Kunikuzushi pants. “Did you see how they were staring at you today? Like you were some fucking piece of meat?”
“So were – fuck – you, you prick,” Aether huffs. He cries out when his braid receives a tug.
“You get off on their attention, huh? Probably want all their cocks stuffing your mouth and this dirty hole.”
At that, Aether makes a noise that oddly sounds a lot like laughter. “And so what if I do?” Staggering onto his elbows, Aether shoots Kunikuzushi a knowing look over his shoulder. “Jealous?”
Something inside Kunikuzushi snaps. Pressing his hand onto the back of Aether’s head, he forces his face down into the pillow and quickens his pace, angling his hips to find that one spot that he knows will drive Aether insane. Aether’s teasing turns into high pitched moans as his prostate receives a thorough bruising; drool drips the sides of his mouth, mixes with the pleasure tears running down his face.
“Fuck, Kuni,” Aether gasps, “Wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad.”
“Don’t call me that,” Kunikuzushi rasps into Aether’s ear before nipping at the lobe. “And don’t you even think about those other fucks fucking you like this. You’re mine, got it?”
“Nngh- F-fine…”
Another harsh smack resonates through the air and there Kunikuzushi goes, grabbing Aether by the hips and fucking him brutally. Precum oozes from Aether’s swollen cock, makes a mess on the sheets below. He’s like this because of Kunikuzushi. He’s gonna get off because of Kunikuzushi.
A gargled moan rips itself from Aether’s throat as Kunikuzushi’s hand wraps itself around his weeping cock; his entire body jerks as he cums, coating Kunikuzushi’s hand in the sticky substance. Truthfully, Kunikuzushi isn’t far behind. Grabbing onto Aether’s neck, he forces the other to turn to him and kisses him deeply as he cums, filling Aether’s ass to the absolute brim. There’s just so fucking much, it takes Kunikuzushi by surprise. Aether flops onto the bed when Kunikuzushi pulls out, leaving behind a leaking trail of cum. Kunikuzushi bites his lip.
“I’m not done with you,” Kunikuzushi mumbles. Again, he grasps onto Aether’s hips, only to flip him over onto his back. His fingers then find themselves around Aether’s neck and give it a gentle squeeze. “I will never be done with you.”
Kunikuzushi hates Aether.
Everyone else loves Aether.
It’s nothing but smiles as fans happily talk to their idols from across the table, their eyes glowing with excitement. And it’s funny, really, that they don’t know the real reason why Aether is wearing a turtleneck, or why he’s sitting on a pillow. In everyone else’s eyes, he’s perfect, innocent, pure.
Kunikuzushi scoffs.
The fan meet is like any other he’s been to, and holy shit is it annoying. Not only does he have to deal with squealing fans and constantly have to be on the lookout for any weird gifts, but he has to deal with random strangers clasping onto Aether’s hands and confess their love to him. Talk about gross.
As the one girl leaves, a guy takes her place at the seat across from Aether. Kunikuzushi has to bite his tongue; the guy is insanely good looking, all tall and bulky with muscle, but the ginger hair is something to be desired. Kunikuzushi’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as the stranger plops a bag of mora onto the table.
“Can I take you out for a date?” the stranger asks, flashing a shark smile. Aether sputters in embarrassment, his face lighting up in an endearing blush.
Okay, take that back – Kunikuzushi doesn’t hate Aether, he hates this ginger bitch.