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Kunikuzushi was a fair lady. Everyone wanted him as their wife.
I mean, who wouldn't want that?
He was perfect in every way. His pearly white skin, his long and lush indigo hair that went down to his waist, a few strands of side bangs framing his tantalizing blue eyes, popping out more with the red eyeliner that he always used, and even coming from the most prestigious family that existed in their region; he was more than what anyone could ask for.
So when news that the most-skilled samurai of the Kaedehara clan was chosen as Kunikuzushi's spouse came out, it was easily the talk of the town.
Of course, even though Kunikuzushi was against it, he had no choice at all. He had no right over his own life; all the decisions were made by his family and his family alone.
Kunikuzushi thought nothing would really change even if he married the rumored ronin, thinking he wouldn't even bother meeting his wife as he would probably prefer wandering around, because that's what everyone around the samurai said about him — that he could never stay in one place. That's why his family forced him into marriage, in the hopes that he would feel inclined to come home more often.
Kunikuzushi thought that was a fruitless act. Surely, being married to someone like him was not going to be enough to stop a wandering samurai from venturing into different places, right?
But that assumption could never be more wrong.
"Kuni-sama!" The familiar and gentle voice can be heard all the way to their bedroom, and Kunikuzushi couldn't help but roll his eyes.
For some reason, the samurai was very fond of teasing him. From the moment he caught a glimpse of the snowy-white hair and locked gazes with the bright red eyes at the Kaedeharas' visit to their household, the young ronin immediately approached him with smiling eyes, asking for the name of his soon-to-be wife. If Kunikuzushi wasn't aware of the fact that he's one of the most feared samurais, he would think that the man wouldn't be able to kill even a small bug. The way he treated Kunikuzushi was too nice. Too warm. He'd never felt that amount of warmth before.
"Kuni-sama, I got something for you," Kazuha said as the door opened, revealing a blood-stained face accompanied with the brightest eyes and gentlest of smiles. "I think it would look good on you, try it on." There was a white cloth in Kazuha's hands bundled up into a bag. It was probably some garment he bought while on his way home. Funny, Kunikuzushi never thought there would be someone coming "home" to him.
Kunikuzushi's gaze traveled all over his husband's exposed skin, inspecting him and hoping he wouldn't find any of those that he dreaded, but there it was.
He stood up with a frown, one of his eyebrows twitching as he spotted a thin cut on Kazuha's cheek. "What did I say about not coming home with injuries?" He really hated having to clean around the house when his husband walks all over the wooden floor with his dirty sandals, but even more so when he lets blood drip down everywhere. "Or do you just like it when I scold you?"
Kazuha was quick to apologize, but still defended himself. "I was excited to show you what I got for you," he pouted. "Besides, I left my shoes and haori outside, I'm not getting dirt anywhere."
Damn it, Kunikuzushi thought. His husband was way too adorable. Kazuha was gentle in nature, so him coming home looking all roughed up and sweaty was definitely a sight that Kuni very much liked. "Fine, give it to me and go wash up."
Kazuha shook his head. "Mmm, I wanna help you wear it."
Kunikuzushi gave Kazuha a suspicious look. "But you're dirty." Whatever it was he had in mind, he wasn't sure if he would really like this gift in particular. He always gave him the same kimonos and yukatas, always either a shade of blue or purple, only barely differing in the patterns embroidered in them. He appreciated the gesture, but he had plenty of clothes already.
"I'll clean us after, how about that?" Kazuha proposed, and honestly, his proposal wasn't that bad.
"Whatever. But you do the laundry."
Kazuha smiled sweetly at him, glad to having gotten his permission.
Kunikuzushi wasn't even sure why he was adamant on helping him wear it since he never really helped him wear all his other presents before, all he can assume is there was something intricate in its design which makes it difficult for him to wear on his own.
He watched as Kazuha loosened the knot on the bundle, slowly revealing an indigo—wait... "This is..."
"A haori, yeah," Kazuha replied, a look of anticipation plastered all over his face. "Do you like it, Kuni-sama?"
Kunikuzushi's heart was hammering out of his chest. He thought he was hiding himself well. He had always lived to be the person his family wanted him to be. He's not supposed to just do what he wanted. He wasn't allowed to have a sense of self. His mother told him he was meant to follow her footsteps, he shouldn't deviate from that path. He shouldn't... "I—I...why did you get me this?"
"Because I thought you would love it..." Kazuha's smile was turned upside down as his wife reacted in a way he didn't expect him to. "Was I wrong?"
He heard a shaky breath come from his wife's lips, and suddenly, there were tears running down his cheeks. Kazuha's eyes grew wide in shock. "Kuni-sama!" he exclaimed as he strode towards him, his hands sliding to cup his face gently. Did he get the wrong idea? Kazuha thought that he knew his wife; he thought he knew what Kunikuzushi truly wanted to be — where his heart lied. "Kuni-sama, what's wrong? Do you not like it?"
"No, that's not..." Kunikuzushi was overwhelmed with emotions. Fear, anxiety, disbelief, exhilaration... "It's just...how did you know?" he asked.
Relief washed over Kazuha. So he wasn't wrong. "Well, it's pretty easy to figure out what the person you love truly wants."
"W-what? The person you..." Was he going crazy? There was no way Kazuha was in love with him...that's not possible — how? "You're lying...why would you love me — let alone like me?"
Kazuha hummed. "Why not? What's not to love?"
Kunikuzushi felt all the blood rush to his face, his instinct to push him away acting up. "You're just saying that. It's not possible for you to fall in love with me, this marriage was forced on us. We didn't want any of this." And Kazuha had better options. He wouldn't be against the idea of Kazuha being in a relationship with someone else, just as long as he doesn't get caught by their family or anyone else, because that would be bad for their reputation, and Kunikuzushi would definitely never hear the end of it from his mother.
"Kuni-sama...I was attracted to you when we first met." Kazuha pulled his wife into a warm hug, deftly placing the haori he bought for him around his shoulders and planting a soft kiss on his temple. "And I fell for you when you got mad."
...What?
What did he mean by that? "But I get mad a lot of times..."
"Yeah," Kazuha replied. "And I fall for you every time."
Kunikuzushi was left speechless.
What was he supposed to say in this type of situation?
He didn't even know how to feel...
They've been married for a while, but they never really talked about feelings. Why would they? When they didn't even marry out of love?
"You don't have to answer me, Kuni-sama," Kazuha said, tucking the stray strands of hair getting in his beautiful wife's face behind his ear. "So, do you wanna wear my gift properly?"
Kunikuzushi, albeit hesitant, nodded slowly. "Yeah..." His heart was still racing, both from the revelation of Kazuha actually harboring feelings for him and the excitement of wearing the haori that his husband bought specifically for him.
Kazuha couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips as he carefully lifted the haori from Kuni's shoulders, allowing him to slip his yukata off and leaving him in his matching white underwear.
Kunikuzushi didn't feel conscious of showing his skin to Kazuha because they've had sex before in an attempt to produce an heir, but Kazuha always made excuses and released his seed outside. He didn't mind because he wasn't ready to have a child either, and Kazuha probably felt the same.
The haori was beautiful. It had gold outlines near the edges, flowers of a darker purple-indigo color decorating its entirety, and a lone maple leaf embroidered on the right sleeve. Kazuha had it tailor-made for him, huh?
"It looks good on you," Kazuha said approvingly, bundling up his wife's long hair behind him to get a good view of his outfit.
"...Really?" Kunikuzushi fiddled with his fingers, wrapping the haori tight around him to cover his exposed skin.
"Yeah," Kazuha whispered. "You look cute." His rough and veiny hands went around Kunikuzushi's small waist, pulling him close enough until their faces were three inches apart. "You look sexier when you're being yourself."
"Stop it." Kunikuzushi's breath hitched. This man and his poetic words. "Y-you're being ridiculous."
Kazuha chuckled endearingly. "Ridiculously in love, sure."
"What the—you're insufferable!" Kunikuzushi slapped Kazuha's chest, but it didn't feel the least bit painful, because even if he was being harsh with his words, his face said otherwise.
"And you're adorable~" Kazuha teased as his gaze fell to Kuni's pouted lips.
They fell silent, only their erratic heartbeats and breathing audible amidst all the brewing emotions.
With one quick motion, Kazuha captured Kuni's lips into a deep and sensual kiss, pulling him impossibly closer and drinking up all the quiet whines that escaped him.
Kunikuzushi's vision grew hazy, feeling himself become more pliant as Kazuha swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, asking for entrance.
And who was he to deprive him of that?
"Mmph~!" Kazuha was a beast. He didn't give Kuni a chance to even take a breath as their tongues danced in a messy tango, his hands slowly sliding down to grope his ass and pull him close, placing his thigh right against his warm and throbbing pussy and grinding it.
Kazuha grinned when Kuni threw his head back, bottom lip in between his teeth as he suppressed a moan. Using both hands, he lifted him off the floor and laid him down on their bed, his large and rustic build looming over Kuni's small frame.
Kunikuzushi looked delectable; with his haori that fit him perfectly down to the middle of his pale thighs, the white band that was wrapped around his chest more so to cover his nipples than his actual tiny breasts, and the white panty with a dark and wet patch staining it. His long hair was spread out on their clean and white sheets, and the contrast from his hair, his skin, his clothes, and the bed itself, looked ethereal. "You're so beautiful..." Kazuha whispered.
He swiftly removed the dirty bandages covering his right hand, putting all the scars on it on display. Kunikuzushi had always liked Kazuha's hands, although he would never admit it. It wasn't hard to figure it out though, since Kuni would always be more sensitive and loud whenever Kazuha touched him with his bare hands.
And Kazuha took full advantage of this, his hand moving down to trace the slit of Kuni's pussy lips through his wet panties, making him jolt in both surprise and ecstasy.
Kazuha couldn't wait any longer and slid Kuni's panty aside, letting the cold air come into contact with his heated core.
Kuni trembled from all the shivers coursing through his body, tensing when he felt Kazuha's finger prodding at his entrance. His one hand flew to his mouth, trying his best to not make any sounds to keep his pride, but he was easily betrayed by himself when Kazuha thumbed his clit, an accidental gasp escaping his lips.
Soon enough, three rough and calloused fingers were scissoring his insides, ramming his g-spot at every opportunity.
It didn't help that Kazuha was engulfing him in a kiss full of need and want, while his free hand pulled at Kuni's hair, driving him into tears. "Nghh, Hngghh~ Kazu-Kazuha, Kazuha—!"
"Are you close, Kuni-sama?" Kazuha asked, his hot breath fanning over Kunikuzushi's ear.
He could only respond with a shaky breath and a tight grip on Kazuha's shirt.
And really, that was all Kazuha needed.
He set a punishing pace, vigorously thrusting his fingers in and out of Kunikuzushi's pussy and circling his clit with his thumb. Kuni's stuttering moans went directly into Kazuha's ears, encouraging him to push Kuni closer to his orgasm.
Kunikuzushi came with a long saccharine moan, and Kazuha was kind enough to drag out his orgasm for him.
All that could be heard was Kuni's soft pants, while Kazuha brushed the hair away from his face, peppering soft kisses on his body as his wife came down from his high. "I love you, Kuni-sama," he said. "You can be yourself when you're around me."
Kunikuzushi didn't answer him, but simply wrapped his arms around Kazuha's nape and buried his face in the crook of his neck, heaving a sigh of relief and contentment.
And Kazuha kneaded his beloved wife's head in return.
They relished in each other's touch, understanding what the other really wanted to say.
No words needed to be spoken.
They didn't need to.