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Genuinely, Giyuu wasn’t really hiding the fact that he was an omega. He just didn’t think it was that important information to confess about himself. A secondary gender is just what it is…secondary; so he kind of feels like Kocho is just overreacting about this whole thing.Besides, no one had ever asked, why would he speak when he wasn’t spoken to?
Giyuu and Kocho were on a mission in some town that he couldn't be bothered to know the name of, but knew they were close to the corps; they had a problem dealing with missing people. Nothing out of the ordinary in this profession. The hashiras eventually after asking (or Shinobu asking around and Giyuu standing in the corner) around found a fair pattern about the cases, and tracked down the multiple demons to the back of an alleyway behind a store.
The demons were not strong at all; the little problem was its little maggot-looking things that were connected by a string of the demon pack. More of an annoyance than an actual issue. The demons were defeated and as usual as the bodies faded away the heathens were roaring cries of justice and vengeance against every wrong thing ever done to it. Giyuu didn’t even stay there to get the wailing; just went to see if there were any survivors in the back while Shinobu was doing something. He found the survivors in an underground room that was wide open; shaken, bruised and some injured but okay. They were able to save 19 out of the 40 that were taken; not a total win but not a total loss either. Just after they were cleaning up, and bringing a beta boy back to its parents Shinobu saved from getting eaten by a demon, they start talking.
“Tomioka, I hope you remembered that you are 2 weeks overdue for your exam at the Butterfly Estate,” Shinobu reminded.
Giyuu looked up, “Oh, it seems I had forgotten,” more like avoided. The water hashira doesn’t really like going to the Butterfly estate. No offense to Shinobu, she’s a great doctor and hashira, But going to her means talking about stuff and answering questions; two things he does not find much pleasure in doing.
The moon is at its peak now and the wind is giving the Hashiras a light breeze to start off the night. “Oh really, well since we’re here together now—why don’t you follow me to my Estate right now. I promise to have you out in about an hour.” Shinobu assured him.
Normally Giyuu might have taken the offer, but he has his heat scheduled in two days and he needs to prepare for the inevitable. Unlike normal Omegas his heats can last up to a week varying from the normal omega cycle time of 3-4 days; and he likes to stay on top of his cycles when they eventually do come around.
With his work as a Demon slayer, much less a Hashira he does not have time to have the every three-month heat like other Omegas. Like normal Omegas. His duty as a Slayer is much more important than—instincts, which is why he’s on suppressants most of the time.
Now contrary to popular opinion he isn't stupid or slow; everyone just explains things too vaguely. He knows that suppressants are not for long term use. It’s a miracle that he’s able to find and get some anyway. Suppressants are hard enough to find in the Taisho Era, considering most places that claim to have Omega suppressants are just trafficking schemes to lure omegas to a quiet and alone place to kidnap them and take them away to the Entertainment District or to put them on the market to sell them off. They also have a very godawful effect on the body; these pills depending on their quality can have horrible effects if taken irresponsibly. Giyuu learned that lesson long before he became a hashira.
So to compromise with his stubborn Omega nature, Giyuu deliberately schedules a heat every 6 months, now this would have been fine, but due to the hormonal suffocation that comes with long-term suppressant contact; his heats are longer, and have a more crippling effect on his body. In a perfect world, Giyuu would not have to deal with the high fevers, ache and pains in places that make no sense, mood swings that change faster than the plate that Rengoku eats on, and feelings of being empty in a not so emotional way. In a perfect world, Giyuu would not be an omega, not even would he want to be an alpha.
But alas, this is not a perfect world where Giyuu is a beta and can live his life normally without the burdens of cycles and discrimination.
Giyuu looks over at her, “Thank you for the request Kocho, but my heat will be starting in 2 days and I need to prepare for it,” Giyuu leaves it at that thinking the conversation is over. But when dealing with Shinobu, for Giyuu atleast, of course it is not over.
Abruptly Shinobu raises her hand out in front of him “Stop.” She interrupted. He stops and slowly turns his head to look at her. She stops for a moment, “Now... I’m sure—I heard that wrong,” she giggled a little before looking up at him, “You mean rut right?” Shinobu follows up.
He scans his eyes both ways, “No…heat,” he corrected.
“Like the cycle omegas have?,” Shinobu clarified.
Giyuu slightly raises an eyebrow, “Yes”.
Shinobu's signature smile slightly falls from her face as she catches her breath, “You're an omega?” she asks once again.
“Yes,” Giyuu says again. He wonders why Shinobu is acting so weird. Did being omega come with that much of a shock?
“Giyuu—- let me ask you something. How long have we known each other?” The smile materializes back onto her face but in a mock betrayal kind of way.
“Uh… for like 2 or 3 years.”
She nods, lips and movement tight and turns to him, “So if that is the case, Giyuu why am I just now finding out about this in the 3 years we’ve known each other?” She asked.
“Um, I didn’t think being an omega was important information,” Giyuu answered. He really didn’t, and him being an omega is not something he wants to be common knowledge that’s why when he’s not on suppressants he wears a double set of scent blockers to cover his sweet scent.
Shinobu lets out an exasperated sigh, “Giyuu of course that important information. That very important information that is supposed to go in your medical file. I have put down beta on your file because you have no scent.”
Was this that serious? “Oh, I take suppressants most of the time”
“And when you're not taking suppressants, what do you do then?” Shinobu asked with an eyebrow raise.
“I got them from a trusted person I’ve been going to all the way back in my training days” he starts walking again and she follows.
“Why get it from that person when you could have gotten them from me?” she said, almost sounding offended.
Giyuu calmly responds to her question, “I didn’t know you had any. I thought you only had some for alphas” Shinobu sighs again, but then turns to him with that classic smile returning on her face.
“Well now that you mention that you now have another reason to come to my estate,” Shinobu and him are now almost at headquarters when she swings herself in front of Giyuu. “Well—Since your heat is in two days not only can I get a medical assessment out of you but I can also monitor your heat cycle.”
Giyuu purses his lips a little; monitor my cycle? “That …seems like a huge invasion of privacy Kocho” Giyuu responded. A medical assessment was fine but monitoring a time he’s most vulnerable like a heat cycle; he doesn’t like to be seen weak in front of others. His cycle is abnormal to other omegas; so that also doesn’t help.
Shinobu turns around and keeps walking ahead; the Butterfly estate in sight, “Oh,—- it’s not like that; it’s a matter of your health. As hashiras we are in high demand right now and need to be on the go; and while we need to have our cycles, the more time taken off of our cycles the better,” Shinobu said with a smile.
The cool night wind starts picking up a little as they reach the entrance. He opens and closes his mouth debating before just dropping, “Well my heats are not like a normal omega heat cycle.”
Shinobu turns around towards him “Oh, how so?”.
He looks away for a moment contemplating, “My heats last longer,” .
“How long would you say… on average?”
“Like six or seven days, sometimes longer; on average an entire week,” Giyuu inquired. “I think they're this long because of the suppressants,” he speculated.
Shinobu giggled, “well Giyuu you do know that suppressants are not for long term use right” the female hashira nagged. Well of course he knows that. That’s a lesson he will never ever forget, he gets goosebumps just thinking about those nights. “Of course that may be the case,” she finished.
Giyuu stayed silent, “Well I have more questions but I guess we can wait and ask those during your consultation”
Giyuu looked up, “Oh—..You were not joking”.
Shinobu proceeded to give him the usual hard smile, “Do you have any friends?” Shinobu snapped back. “ If your answer to that question is yes — which it is not; then yes I was not joking,” Shinobu teased. Well fuck.
Giyuu rolled his eyes and walked into the estate grounds, “Fine, I guess,” he relented. Guess
he was really doing this; or could he run right now and lose her? Could he?
‘Decisions…Decisions.’
Well atleast he can get free food. Giyuu is always up and willing for free food.
So after getting his weight, height and the normal things that need to be checked at a checkup. Well except when she had him walk on all 4’s, Giyuu believes she did that on purpose. Knowing Shinobu probably. The unpleasant questions start rolling out into the atmosphere.
“When was your last heat?”
“6 months ago.”
“What are the symptoms you experience during your heats?”
“Fever, aches, mood swings, headaches, stomach aches and sometimes vomiting.” He is not gonna mention the ache in the bottom of his stomach, that feels too personal for Giyuu.
Shinobu records notes on her paper, “how often do you take the suppressants?”
“1 every 2 days.”
This questionnaire brings Giyuu to ask something, “Kocho— are there any other Omegas in the corps?”
“Good you mention that, cause there is, there's a lot of omegas in the corps. All of them are mostly Kakushi or in the Swordsmith Village saved from sexual slavery or trafficking” Shinobu explained. So there are other omegas, Giyuu guesses that he just never heard of them, he is kind of blind to the scents of others unless they're smacking him directly in the face. She raises an eyebrow at Giyuu, “you know that brings me to ask how did you get here as an omega?.”
He feels a slight turn in his chest. Giyuu remembers a conversation he had with the master a long time ago. It was at his Hashira signing, he said it wasn’t that omegas were necessarily banned from being in the corps. The corps needed all the people they could get after all, but it was more that Omegas never really get a chance to find the Corps because Omegas are expected to stay in the house all the time and only go out if they’re with an alpha. Even without that, Omegas have a hard time gaining the necessary muscles for the work of Demon slaying; and the training and breathing is harder on their bodies. So basically, Omegas don’t even try or get the chance to get into demon slaying, apparently if they do find their way here, according to Shinobu, they become Kakushi or sword makers.
“I was lucky, The master allowed me to stay and work as long as I take the suppressants responsibly” Giyuu stated with his head down.
Shinobu nodded her head, “Okay, Good to know! Next question” Shinobu wrote something down with a tap—tap. “Okay here’s the one I might already know the answer to” Shinobu looked him up and down in amusement.
Giyuu, knowing Shinobu, has an idea of what it is.
“Have you ever been sexually active?” Shinobu asked. Oh—Well while he’s not proud of it; but yes he has been. During the days after final selection and before his Hashira Career he was dealing with the fallout of too many suppressants, and the fresh loss of Sabito on his heart. So his heats were out of control, he was an emotional and violent wreck at that time and truly thought the world was ending, so if he had time he would find an alpha to fool around with. He’s not proud of it but it gave him the relief he needed. But apparently, either Giyuu was really, really bad at sex, or they had something else to get done because in the rare moments of consciousness the Alpha would be gone by the second day and the place he was resting looked like Shinazugawa fought a room and lost.
It was frustrating cause the alphas would be so proud and cocky. Talking about how they can handle him and whatever. Getting his hopes up; and every time it would end with Giyuu having to deal with the rest of the heat, having useless orgasm after orgasm. Eventually he just gave up on having ‘mating partners’.
“Yes I have, but it was a long time ago,” Giyuu answered. Shinobu's eyes widened, her brows arched upwards in shock.
“Wow, Giyuu I did not expect you to get around like that,” Shinobu smirked.
Giyuu squinted his eyes, “Don’t make it sound like I’m some kind of—harlot,” he cringed at the thought.
“I’m not” she denied with a sheepish look on her face. Giyuu just looks at her with a slight pout and a dead pan look.
“That time was a long time ago, back in my teens.”
“”Well I guess there all things in our teen years we wish to not remember”
“Shinobu, did you not just turn 17—-,“ Giyuu countered before being rudely interrupted.
“Giyuu, let's not talk about my age meanwhile you just turned 21. Does someone think they're better just because they're older? This is why nobody likes you.” Shinobu ridiculed as she smiled sweetly at him.
Oh—ouch.
She writes some more down on a paper than sets it down “Okay well I guess we’re done here for now. I will go set your room up, meanwhile you can bring anything you want in your nest here.”
Yeah um—He definitely doesn’t know how to make a nest. His “nests” are mostly just pieces of fabric thrown into a pile along with his haori and embarrassingly a big fox plush he saw in the store that reminded him of someone.
He looks up, “Shinobu?”
“Yes?”
“Is there gonna be food” he asks
She gives him a confused look, “Yes… why”
“Cause I like food during my heat and if there's no food, I'm gonna leave,” Giyuu declared.
“Oh trust me, I know you like food,” joked Shinobu, as she turned towards the door to leave.
Giyuu ponders over her words after Shinobu has left. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Whatever, he can think it over at his favorite place that he goes to get salmon daikon at. Just thinking about making his favorite meal makes his stomach well known to the area, and while he’s doing that he will message Master Ubuyashiki-Sama about his upcoming heat.
2 days later….
Giyuu walks into the enclosed space he’s supposed to reside in for a week. According to Shinobu the walls in the room are allegedly soundproof. There are 2 barrels of water for drinking looking to his left. Looking to his right, portable snacks are on a table in a corner of the room. The windows are nailed shut to prevent anyone from leaving nor entering the room, and there are about 20 pieces of blankets and cloths and lightweight yukatas that can be worn during heat to help with the high temperatures.
Giyuu circled the room with the things from his house to build his ‘nest’ in his hands. Not much really was in his hands, all he’d had was the haori on his back and the big fox plush. An embarrassing thing to admit that Giyuu was not taught how to make a nest or how to please an alpha. He did not present until he was 11 and after his sister passed, no one was willing to help him learn that stuff, after all he was apparently insane in the membrane, right?
He’s been told that during his heat Shinobu will test how he reacts to certain stimuli and situations during a heat. That was fine he guesses but she won’t tell him what those tests might be. The only thing that comforts him a little is the fact that all the other Hashira had to do the same exact thing.
He can’t see her but he knows that Shinobu is standing outside. She was going to bring 2 meals a day, she knew Giyuu was not going to survive on just the small things of Dango, Calpis and Senbe that was provided.
He should start preparing his nest. He starts laying down 5 blankets to lay on; then just throws pillows in the pile. He doesn’t know what he’s doing so he just takes the rest of the blankets and throws them on top along with his haori and fox plush. In the end it looks like a nest that was found in the back of the alleyway. A bird nest is better than whatever he conjured up in this room.
Giyuu sits down on the pile of blankets and pillows; and glances at the falling sun outside the window. The smell of his pre-heat is in the air. He can already feel his body temperature rising and an aching pain in his lower back. To him this still doesn’t seem necessary, but if Shinobu gets off his back, then so be it he guesses.
As night falls his heat is in full effect. The scent of salmon, sea spray and caramel is blooming uncontrollably in the room. His temperature is hot and torrid; sweat is flattening his clothes to his flushed skin. The scorching heat makes him feel as if he is sitting on the surface of the sun. He aches all over his body, even in his toes as if he is still in Urokodaki’s training. The ache makes itself most known in his lower stomach; Giyuu can’t really describe it but it’s almost like he’s yearning for something but the spot is empty. Well…Giyuu knows what he is feeling, a pulse of over sensitivity every time he dares moves an inch. He knows what he wants but he blushes every time he has to admit it.
He has shed his uniform for one of the yukatas in the back of the room but it stills feels like his clothes are too much and not fucking enough. His thighs are slick with instinctual glaze; sticking together and making a stringy mess in the nest when he separates his thighs. Speaking of the nests, he doesn't know if he wants to be in the damn nest or not. The nest is mediocre at best and fucking pitiful at worst. The feeling of the furs in this nest is fucking unbearable; nothing is right or organized.
He longs for structure and stability. He longs for someone to come and take his problems away.
His feelings are heightened as well, everything in the room is pissing him off. The too starchy sheets, the big brown barrels that have no business being in the middle of the room, his clothes trapping heat against his skin like it’s getting paid to do it; the smell of sea salt, caramel, salmon, and citrus that made up his scent. The smell makes him want to rip open a window to let some air in, but he also doesn’t want to get up and the moon is too fucking bright, so that makes him even more mad. If someone were to walk in right now they would see Giyuu looking like a grumpy cat curled up in the most messiest nest seen to man.
He knows Shinobu is watching somewhere and he couldn't care less. All Giyuu knows is he feels miserable as hell right now.
Sometimes Giyuu makes things so difficult for her.
Just now after knowing each other for almost 4 years he just decides to drop this bomb on Shinobu that he was an omega, and he says it so casually like it's just a normal topic. Typical Tomioka. The audacity of that man to be quietly groaning and moaning when he brought this upon himself. It was not even because she was his doctor, even with all his aloofness and eyerolls and bluntness Shinobu considered Giyuu a good friend and a reliable colleague.
Doesn't mean she had to know all his business– but she thought she had been in higher regards for Giyuu. As of now, It's been about 3 hours since Giyuu’s heat started and the 1st test is about to begin. The test consisted of how the omega , Giyuu in this case, would react to people interfering during their heat.
Shinobu in the 2 days of Giyuu’s absence, had asked 3 random alphas in the corps if they wanted to help the water hashira out with his– problem…which was code for cycle in the corps. The alphas were all different in personality, but all 3 alphas were similar in one aspect; they all believed they could take or at least handle Giyuu; even though Giyuu was a hashira and leagues stronger than them. In the corps it's not morally wrong for hashiras to… fool around, some do it more than others. They were all dying anyway, so who cares. But then again, she thought the antisocial- Water Hashira wouldn't touch someone sexually with a 10 foot pole.
New things you learn everyday.
There were 3 alphas. A brunnette-haired Alpha, A blond alpha, and finally a black haired Alpha. They were all fairly tall guys who were confident within themselves. She needed someone confident in order to do these jobs for the fact that how Giyuu acts during heat could be affected by his environment.
Everything is set up and ready to go once she has all the surveys with them to get their experience with being with Giyuu. She had the brunette alpha walk in first. When choosing the alphas or omegas she tries to choose one that best matches the person. They were older than Giyuu by—like 1-2 years. She also made sure to check them for any diseases before giving them the okay.
She expected nothing to go wrong with this experiment but she guessed she was wrong.
Not even 20 mins later, she hears a loud crash followed by a thump then very loud screaming; followed by snarling.
She jumps out of her chair and rushes to the door, just as she is about to make it there the door opens and Alpha crawls out, looking like he ran through a tumbleweed. His clothes are ripped and sloppy, his eyes busted and bruised, the lower half of his face is drenched in blood. He looks like he just got the worst ass whooping known to man.
“Kocho-Sama—,” panting harshly as he crawled his way to her feet. “Tomioka-Sama..,” “that—omega,” he groggily said while he hung his head as if it was heavy. “ He’s— too out of control—I can’t handle him,” he lethargically crawled to her feet before his eyes rolled to the back of his head; the alpha then promptly proceeded to pass out.
Shinobu looked down, perplexed at what could possibly have happened inside. She looked up when she could hear faint growling coming from inside of the enclosed area. Was— Giyuu…? She walks slowly and opens the door; peering inside the room and what she sees stuns her for a minute.
Tomioka Giyuu; quiet Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps; never known to start a fight with anyone, Giyuu. That same Giyuu was in the room growling; snarling at the door having heard her open it; as if his whole world was ruined and she was at fault. Clothes, sloppy and disheveled looking like he personally fought nature. Face twisted into the meanest scowl she had ever seen on a person; much less the most emotion she saw on Giyuu’s face– ever. The muscles in his arms were bulging and tensed; ready to leap and attack her if she moved a muscle near him; if looks could kill she would have been a puddle of poison on the floor. This was the most angriest, pissed off, annoyed, and irritated Shinobu had ever seen Tomioka.
Giyuu, while glaring dead at her, picks up a shoe from which she assumes the passed out alpha that she didn’t even notice was off and proceeds to hurl the shoe across the room with accuracy only Iguro could have. She closed the door as quickly as she came before the shoe could hit her. Hearing the thud of the shoe on the other side of the door. She quickly locked it.
She was so shocked she almost forgot the passed out Alpha on her floor and almost tripped over his unconscious body. Guess she was going to have to take care of him.
After the alpha is taken care of and in a bed for treatment; she sits in her office. Giyuu having that type of behavior towards Alphas was not only unnatural for omegas but uncharacteristic for Giyuu himself. Omegas are known for their kind and submissive nature. They are known as the secret heads of the family; they keep the pack together; and know their place in it. Omegas being aggressive during their heats the same way an alpha is territorial during theirs was unheard of.
Even without that, Giyuu and “aggressive” don’t even go in the same sentence. Shinobu knows Giyuu is blunt, calm and nonchalant, maybe even a bit sassy. So to see him act out like this during a time of his nature coming to the surface was abhorrent.
An omega attacking alphas; Weird. Usually she hears more about the other way around.
Well for whatever reason she obviously can’t pair him with the rest of the Alphas as they run the risk of getting ending up like that guy. Giyuu just loves to make things difficult for her, doesn't he?
Weirdly, According to the injured alpha, after he woke up from unconsciousness, he said that he tried to use the ability of the alphas voice to calm him down, or at least subdue Tomioka but it had the opposite effect, it just made Giyuu more aggressive and hostile! He recalled when he tried to mount Giyu he couldn’t even get within 5 feet of Giyuu without getting mock- lunged at. Then when he attempted the alpha call he got pounced on; punched repeatedly; and was kicked into a dresser.
She’ll have to look it over again but the problem was clear. Giyuu was an aggressive omega; only during heat. Now that she thinks about it she finds it kind of fitting for Giyuu nature as a person.
Rumors are like parasites to Sanemi.
Didn’t ask, didn’t care, but he heard them anyway because his stupid trainees were talking instead of fucking doing the drill like he told them to.
He was about to go over there and give them something to talk about when he overheard exactly what they were talking about.
“Did you hear about the Water Hashira attacking someone,” the demon slayers were gathered around the water fountain having a rare break in the wind Hashira’s presence.
Now, Sanemi knows he doesn't have the best hearing, but Tomioka attacking someone? It’s so rare to hear something about that high and mighty; cheeky bastard. Especially something this scandalous.
“Oh yeah–I’ve heard about that, apparently he attacked someone cause they were trying to mount him,” another slayer reiterated back. Who’s fucking dumbass tried to— mount Tomioka; forgetting that, a hashira for that matter? He sighs in exasperation; Sanemi swears that his secondary gender gets more embarrassing every year, no, every week even.
Now as a fellow alpha himself, that is a valid reason to attack someone. Sanemi doesn’t like or pay attention to Tomioka or anything; but Tomioka attacking someone seems way– out of character– for him. Like Sanemi, or Iguro would do that; hell even Tengen would do something like that, but not Tomioka? He would either glare at them or stare at them dumbly; not attack the dummy.
The third slayer picks up a wooden sword,“Yeah, I think Tomioka-Sama was close to his issue if you know what I mean,” Oh well that explains it a little then; it’s not rare for an alpha to be more aggressive or fussy than normal when their rut is near. And any alpha would take offense to someone literally humping them without their consent.
But as much as Sanemi would like to dwell into this topic more he got a few weak ass motherfuckers to train. “Hey! Get back to work. Now! Before I pulverize your weak asses!” he shouted.
They start scrambling for their swords like freighted deers, “Ye-Yes Shinazugawa-San” they squeak and grab their swords and sprint to the training yard.
Nothing like beating on trainees to clear Sanemi's mind of things he doesn't want to think about; especially Tomioka Giyuu. Who is somehow always on his mind rent free. He truly doesn't care about that pretty, smart ass, smug, silent sounding motherfucker.
It’s about 5 months later that he gets sent on a joint mission requested to him by the master. He prefers to do missions by himself but he didn’t care that much who it was. Missions were easier to do when he didn’t have to worry deal with another person. He walked to the entrance of the corps where the anonymous partner would be waiting for him. He wouldn’t mind Iguro, maybe a little bit Himejima; for the fact that he was gonna try to pray for him, if he was unlucky maybe Tengen or Kanroji loud asses.
Sanemi turns a corner to go walk to the wisteria- filled front entrance; as he’s walking spots the familiar ugly red and green haori and shaggy black hair that plagues his dreams nightmares and stops dead in his tracks. He may have spoken too soon; he would have preferred Mitsuri’s jolly, annoying, and loud nature over this. Tomioka fucking Giyuu. He had to work with Tomioka Giyuu of all people. This was probably set by the master to make them get along; he doesn’t know why. Unlike what most people think, Sanemi doesn’t hate Tomioka ; the Water Hashira just is a big pain in the fucking ass. Sanemi’s not that damn immature to hate someone who doesn’t talk a lot and says a few proud things. Hell, look at Tengen's haughty ass.
As he walked up to the Water Hashira standing at the entrance, he already could feel a headache forming. The bastard probably heard him coming and turned around; blue eyes looking uninterested as always.
“Hello Shinazugawa-San”
Sanemi doesn’t even bother to say hello back, “Come on Tomioka, let's get this shit over with.”
He expects Tomioka to just start walking in silence right beside him; instead he mutters under his breath, “I don’t know why you’re being rude, you’re the one that took your sweet time getting over here.”
Sanemi freezes like a surprised deer, “The… fuck you just say?” Sanemi spins around quickly; eyes twitching and hands clenching hard.
“Nothing Shinazugawa, I didn’t say anything.” Tomioka starts walking ahead of him; not even sparing him a glance.
“Yes you did, I heard something come out of your mouth.”
“Well you heard wrong then.”
“Listen here ass—,” Sanemi gets rudely cut off.
“And it’s none of your business anyway so….” Giyuu drags out before a flip of his long stiff ponytail, and starts walking down the path.
The fuck is his problem?! Sanemi didnt know if he wanted to tug on that raggedy ponytail or cuss him the fuck out. Probably both; who pissed in his onigiri?
Giyuu stops and turns around again, having the audacity to look slightly annoyed, “are you just going to stand there looking at me?” He huffed, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Huh? No I am not” The White - haired Alpha said reluctantly and stomped ahead feeling irritation flaming in his soul. He dragged a hand down his face; this is gonna be a long damn mission.
They walked, they ran, probably got a bit of a tan; but most of all they bickered the entire way. Most of the time it was Tomioka's fucking fault. He babbled while they were walking.
Tomioka pointed at Sorai flying west, “I think we have to go west,” he commented.
“Well no fucking shit Tomioka.” grumbled Sanemi
“I was telling you for your benefit Shinazugawa,” Tomioka said before turning away.
During the time to get tickets he wanna say something with that slick mouth of his.
“Yeah, I know how the fucking people work they just want your money.” Sanemi looked down at his ticket.
Giyuu rolled his eyes, “I didn't ask but– okay.” Giyuu replied.
See what he means, No one was even talking to his ass; He had been saying stuff under his breath the entire way here and it's pissing Sanemi off— badly. He just wants to take his fucking mucky ass hair-do and yank his head back so that Tomioka could finally look him in the fucking eye for once in his miserable, pathetic life.
So after getting their tickets and sitting down on a train beside a very ... .touchy couple, the hashiras were on their way to the town because the freaking place was halfway across the damn continent. The men sat in opposite seats from each other. Tomioka was staring out of the window. Outside the galloping leaves flutter around from the Train gushing by.
Sanemi couldn't help but notice the water hashira no matter how much he didn’t want to or tried not to. It was like he was drawn to him. Like the north wind meets the sea.
Tomioka broke the silence, “Shinazugawa, I'm sorry about what I said to you, it was wrong.” he muttered.
Sanemi looked at him puzzled, “Tch; whatever Tomioka,”
There was a long pause. Tomioka was staring intently at him; it made Sanemi feel very weird in a way he didn’t wanna even think about.
Sanemi, fed up with the weird gawking, barked out, “Do I have something on my face princess?”
“Do you want ohag—,” Giyuu suggested
“NO I DON’T WANT YOUR SOGGY ASS OHAGI-.”
Following Sanemi yelling for 45 minutes while Giyuu rolled his eyes at him, the hashiras finally made it to the village. It’s a big rich village. With people walking around in nice clothing, that probably someone slaved to make. Houses big enough to house 4 families but only used to hold 1 to 2 people. Now this may seem hypocritical with his job of making his own wage, but to him rich people are some of the most insignificant, low lives he ever has the misfortune of sharing air with. They think they're better than the average person just because of how much golden coins they have in their big saggy pockets. That they didn’t even work a sweat out to get.
There was some kind of party going on from what Sanemi could tell. People were dressed to the nines in expensive jewelry and clothes. Mostly alphas because omegas were rarely let out of the house unless their alpha permitted it. Betas were also not here because they mostly stayed out of alphas' way and because betas make up the working class.
Well Sanemi knows the smart thing to do was to go to that party and hope the demon shows itself; as a bunch of humans in one place was a monopoly gold for a demon but Sanemi was not going in there with those people; And Giyuu does not know how to talk to someone to save his damn life. So he guesses, hanging around in the general area is the plan for right now. Speaking of Tomioka, where is the pretty dummy?
Sanemi looked to his side and noticed Tomioka talking to some store manager. Tch; Well his ass better be talking about something important to these people. He comes back over to Sanemi; not before getting some damn food with his always - hungry ass.
They both walk around the village and get some stares but are otherwise left alone. In the report it was said that this demon liked to feed on rich people's children; and through extensive tracking and other resources they cornered the demon to this place to make its next move.
The 2 start their investigation by asking around vendors and shops if they saw anything unusual. Clothes; food; house essentials. Nothing. They all had the same exact dumbass answer.
“Nope I haven’t seen anything around here but I do see you in a job position.” Ugh, it's like they base everything on how much someone can help them but not how they can help someone else. They're lucky it’s kids that need saving; that is the only reason he’s hurrying as much as he is.
So yeah no leads there; Tomioka was not being helpful either. Sanemi had to do all the fucking talking meanwhile he stood there like the pretty fucking idiot he is. Following him around like Sanemi got him on a leash or something. Although he knows how Tomioka is, if he doesn't check where the other Alpha is every 2 minutes he’ll turn around and see him gone.
So, after asking a bunch of people and getting no answers at all, they walk through the back end of the city into an alleyway when Sanemi hears a commotion. Thinking it’s a demon. He turns a corner while his hand is on his guard; and sees not a demon but three people that are just as equally disgusting. Three drunk-smelling, raggedy-looking alphas are standing over a poor female beta that was probably trying to get home using a shortcut.
“Hey!” Sanemi barked at the alphas, all three men looked up looking dumber than a toenail. “What do you think you assholes are doing?”
Tomioka jogged around the corner just when he said that. The look on his face was serious.With the Alphas distracted this gave the girl the chance to sprint away behind a house. The alphas just noticed she left.
The alpha on the right spoke up, “Hey.. you made us lose our fun time for the night.” He drew out.
Sanemi then bellowed, “Well I don’t give a damn what I ruined. I’ll ruin your face next if you don’t find your asses something safe to do,”
“You’re not gonna do anything you… you discolored sausage.” The alpha in the middle said.
Sanemi and Tomioka only raised a deadpan eyebrow.
“Guess we’re just… going to have to show these guys who’s the top Man,” the Middle alpha hiccuped. Sanemi cringed at the corny line. The alphas all started to flex their middle weak scents, thinking that if they stood together their scents would smell stronger.
And Sanemi is not the type to back down.
Shinazugawa’s scent started to fluctuate into Giyuu’s nostrils. It was strong and powerful. A scent of green tea, leaves, sawdust and coffee. His scent demanded complete compliance or punishment if you didn’t.
He felt this pull before at the Training grounds because when you have to fight alphas most of the time you get used to dominating scents that Alphas can’t seem to control.
Giyuu had been able to control himself from Alpha calls and voices. He doesn’t know why that is but ever since he became a hashira the intimidation doesn't really work on him anymore.
The alphas tried to stand up to the violent explosive scent but it was clear who was the stronger one here. Sanemi took one step forward and that’s all it took for all three to run with their tail in between their legs into the night.
Cowards
The Alpha pushed his scent down, "Tsh," he scoffed, “Cowardly motherfuckers,” Sanemi huffed. Giyuu breathed a silent sigh of relief; the scent did something different to him; something that scared him—almost.
“Good Job,”
Sanemi whipped his head around and choked out, “I don’t need your congratulations Tomioka… but thanks,”
“You’re welcome,” said Giyuu.
The Alpha and Omega walked out the back way of the town; right behind the big house where the function was being held. The woods were dark and creepy but Sanemi apparently felt a demonic presence here. So the woods it is. When Giyuu accepted this mission he did it under the guise of the mission being quick; his heat was on the horizon and he didn't want to get caught up on it, but he mostly didn't worry as this mission should be quick with 2 Hashiras to complete it.
Walking in the eerie woods was a normal ambiance. Looking up at Sorai and Kazanburo flying ahead of the trees, the night sky was bright with stars twinkling faintly. The demon was obviously so strong that they would send two Hashiras. It was good at hiding too; but Giyuu felt a demonic spirit too as they started walking farther into the forest. “Hey get your fucking head out of the clouds; I’ve got a plan to draw this demon out of hiding,” spoke Sanemi.
Giyuu looked down from the sky, “Let me guess– you’re going to use your blood to draw the demon out of hiding,” Giyuu listlessly guessed.
Shinazugawa smirked at him, “Well unfortunately for your smart ass Tomioka I am,” The Wind Hashira was cut off by a shrill scream. The 2 hashiras wasted no time to start sprinting towards the source of the screeching.
There was a girl wrapped in icy tentacles. The demon was huge, as tall as some of the trees they were standing by. It had a goddess-like look to its body. The blue branches with small petals wrapped around it like a willing holy rope. When it moved slowly around in the area ice formed wherever it stood. The demon clearly didn’t do much talking like other demons; it remained almost like a sentient statue, only its limbs could move but its facial expressions stayed monotone.
Shinazugawa in classic fashion moved first with terrifyingly confident steps. “Wind breathing 4th form: Rising dust storm”
Shinazugawa jumped at the demon, unleashing slashes that shreds the icy tentacles apart. Giyuu moves with ease to grab the girl out of the air into a princess carry. The demon's tentacles regenerate quickly; coming back at Giyuu and the girl from all angles.
“Water Breathing 3rd form: Flowing Dance.” Giyuu weaves through the appendages gracefully while cutting through the opponents body parts, becoming ash on the ground. Landing on the ground near the tree, he lets the girl down behind a tree, and gives her his haori to warm her up from the cold.
“You stay here okay, and keep the haori around you at all times,” he emphasizes. Giyuu makes sure to keep a stem of wisteria in his pocket so it should ward off other demons for now. The girl nods in hurry looking terrified; shaking slightly from the demon's powers. She had cold sores from the demon on her arms. So it feeds on the weakness of the cold on human skin; freezes the victims to death and then eats them. Good to know.
Shinazugawa was jumping around the appendages using his sword to block the spraying of flowers, “Bastard demon, you're going to die today,” he roared.
The demon as expected didn’t answer, just sent the same appendages at Shinazugawa that caused him to leap into the air. He twists his body upside down and goes into the 7th form of wind breathing to shred the appendages apart. Shinazugawa lands but misses one coming near his head; Giyuu chooses that time to join in on the fight with a Water wheel to cut off the target.
The 2 Hashiras move like they like each other but at the same time; they do not. The two have been on enough missions, enough close calls to get the harmony down. They move as a hurricane but not of water and wind but of fragile tension. Shinazugawa and Tomioka are not just the storms that cause destruction but they make up the eye that causes havoc not only to others but within themselves. Wind and water moving together like they are synergized into 1 opponent. They start and end the show. When Shinazugawa swings his sword to the left Giyuu swings up; to be useful; to be there to prevent any attack on Sanemi’s movement. To be the tranquility to the Harsh storm.
Giyuu will take any attack from Sanemi and perform not only a shield of armor but a final ingredient to make sure that attack is complete and successful. But, even with their combined efforts the demon was not easily defeated. Giyuu now sees why 2 Hashiras had to be sent on this quest; the demon had so many limbs that could distract you from all sides that it was—- difficult to find time to get to the head itself. Not to mention the head was covered in icicles. One wrong move and your sword would shatter instantly on impact.
The tentacles with flowers on them aren’t just there for decoration, but when they bloomed, blue dust erupts out with extremely cold air to freeze the human body into an icy death.
Shinazugawa figured that jumping from limb to limb was better than fighting them head on in a useless battle of defense. Giyuu was sliding around Sanemi jumping from appendage to appendage, slicing left or right to stop the tentacles from reaching Sanemi so that he could focus on the demon's head.
The feeling of biting cold laid heavily on his sensitive skin. Nearly dying from extreme hypothermia at the age of 11 left a permanent mark on his flesh. Sensory weakness to biting temperatures of the early months. Shinazugawa was further to the head of the demon now about to land the killing blow; when the beast opened its jaws and 5 other appendages erupted out of its face heading straight for Shinazugawa’s face.
The demon was undoubtedly quick, but Giyuu was quicker. He took one of his hands off of his blade handle to cover the flower spray of cold near the Alpha's eyes; the spray hit his hand and he swears he felt the blood in his left hand freeze up near the middle. Meanwhile, with his right hand he moved his hands and did a small flowing dance to force the tentacles back. Giyuu turned his head around at Shinazugawa. He had a surprised look on his scarred face. For a second their eyes met; they were close. Very close; that their nose was almost touching. The air stopped for a millisecond before Giyuu moved. He pushed himself up into the air to demolish the rest of the tentacles and finally reach the top of the Ice Demon head; well more like above the Demon’s head. Giyuu then moved into the very 1st form, ‘Striking tide’ moving like a bullet straight through the neck of the demon.
The head fell off but the demon in a desperate attempt for vengeance tried to grab Giyuu out of the air to crush his body to blood and guts. But by the skin of his teeth, Shinazugawa came in with his 5th form of multiple slashes to end the pathetic attempt at retribution. The fight was over.
The body of the demon fell to the ground like a tower tumbling down. Luckily Shinazugawa was able to roll out of the way and Giyuu jumped to a tree nearby. The limbs of the demon were fading slowly away; black ashes into the wind.
Shinazugawa wearily spoke, “Fucking bitch,” he said. The girl came out from behind the tree a few feet away. She was still shaking from the adrenaline of the scare. Shinazugawa's expression softened a little.
“Hey, we can take you back to your parents if you want,” The alpha hinted. The girl shyly nodded and padded close to them.
The three went back to the village to take the girl to her parents. They were very happy to see their daughter and thanked the two men graciously.
The mission was over and they were about to go their separate ways when the sky started pouring down rain.
“Aww fuck, we’re gonna have to find a Wisteria house.” Shinazugawa said. “AEH, Sorai where is the nearest wisteria house.” He yelled out.
The crow was flying ahead from the Alpha and omega, “CAW, The closest Wisteria house is about 3 miles from here,”
“Okay let’s go,”
“We don’t have to go together, I can just tough it out—.”
The Alpha interjected his sentence, “Tomioka I’m not taking extra patrol routes because you decided to be a dumbass and walk in the rain and get sick. We are going to the wisteria house.” He gritted his teeth.
Tomioka felt the want in his omega instincts. Submit. Obey. And for once in his life he followed them; Giyuu didn’t know why but Shinazugawa just made his omega push harder out of its shell. Especially when he talked like— that.
They followed Sorai and Kazanburo to the wisteria mansion. They ran the entire way and while running the tension between them almost felt like a competition. Who can make it there first? Giyuu wouldn’t call himself a competitive person so-to-say; Giyuu just likes winning more than he likes losing. That’s not being competitive, that's survival.
They make it to the house and get inside. The place is one of those empty ones that get checked every few days for what newcomers left behind. There is a constant supply of food in the kitchen; bandages for healing and many blankets for bedding.
Shinazugawa turned to him with a raised eyebrow, “Alright let me see your hand,” he demanded.
“Why?,” Giyuu asks.
“Because you're bleeding out all over the floor dumbass, “ The alpha huffed before grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the healing supplies. Indeed, his hand was bleeding from the attack earlier; running down his hand in fat globs. How did he not notice that?
After taking both of their shoes off, Shinazugawa takes some gauze and rips a piece off the roll, “Fucking dumbass, this wound could have gotten infected and you wouldn’t have ever known,” he chided. The feeling of Shinazugawa taking care of his wound was—different. The feeling of The Wind Hashira’s big—calloused hands on his skin; did something to him and his omega body apparently liked the feeling a little too much.
Giyuu felt the heat in his lower back and tensed up instantly. No—not here. He wasn’t due for another week and a half. Oh—he’s so fucked. He has to get away from Shinazugawa right now before he does something he will regret for the rest of his life.
He tries to pull his hand away but Shinazugawa just holds on to it. He’s able to hold me down. No, Giyuu—stay on track. He tries again to pull his arm from Shinazugawa's grasp but he holds on with an iron grip.
Shinazugawa looks up, “Stop moving, I can’t finish the—,” Giyuu, in his frustration and desperation, took his foot out from under him and kicked Shinazugawa in the chest. He flung backwards effectively making him let go of his hand. Giyuu jumped up and ran quickly to find a room he could hide in.
Shinazugawa hollered out, “WHAT THE FUCK Tomioka?,” he growled. Shinazugawa jumped up and sprinted after him. Quickly catching up behind him and grabbed him by the hair to stop. Giyuu was flung backwards by the force stopping motion; in the same movement without thinking he turned around and punched Shinazugawa dead in the face.
Shinazugawa jumped back.
“The fuck,” Shinazugawa was stunned for a second, he let go of his hair from the force. The Alpha touched his cheek that was hit almost gently. Giyuu got a few more steps before Shinazugawa pushed him from behind. He stumbled forward a few steps from the force. Giyuu was really—beginning to get fucking irritated.
He turned around to face Shinazugawa with a cold hard glare, he walked back up to him and he pushed him back. Hard. Shinazugawa fell back a few steps; looked him up and down before he threw his hands up and tried to punch him in the face. His heat, forgotten in his anger, he swerved to the right of the fist but the Alpha took him by the hair again and wrung him around to force him against the wall. Giyuu then averted the wall by taking his foot and placing it on the wall so that he could push himself horizontally backwards into Shinazugawa so that he would hit the other wall on the opposite side.
From there punches were thrown; curses were said: mostly by Shinazugawa. They garnered bruises and nicks from the scraping at each other's bodies. They fought like 2 animals fighting for dominance and in a way they are fighting for dominance. Both men didn’t even really know why they were fighting. They had no reason to really fight but when Giyuu and Sanemi are around each other, smart choices are rarely—if ever made.
While Giyuu kicked him in the arm, the white - haired Alpha efficiently got Giyuu up on the wall by pushing Giyuu back with his foot until he hit a wall, but not without a struggle. Shinazugawa immobilized Giyuu by his arm and proceeded to take his knee and drive it into his stomach. Giyuu coughed up and spit a little in his mouth, but was not deterred.
Shinazugawa’s face had the classic grin he always has while fighting; whether it’s demons or another Hashira, the fight seemed to bring joy onto Sanemi's face. The smirk shouldn’t do anything to Giyuu; but it does. It absolutely does.
That smirk made his mind go places that Giyuu was hesitant to explore, Giyuu’s truly not a competive person he just hates fucking losing and especially when theirs other things they he could be doing.
He took his foot that was not on the wall and kicked Shinazugawa's leg out from under him. Promptly the Alpha fell right on his ass with a thud.
“Damn you, Tomioka,” Shinazugawa growled. He was scrambling to get on to his elbows; aggression pulsing in his arms. Giyuu walked over to Shinazugawa and straddled him on both sides of his hips. Shinazugawa slipped and flopped back down from the sudden weight of Giyuu’s body. He took the opportunity to take the handsome Wind Hashira by the collar, bringing his fist up, socking him square in the face. Over and Over; Again and Again.
It knocked Sanemi head left and right but the Alpha recovered scarily quickly from getting punched in the face repeatedly. He reached up, grabbed Giyuu from the front of his shirt, brought his upper body up and smashed their heads together in a headbutt. It made a crack sound and Giyuu bounced back from the force. Shinazugawa took his hands and grabbed onto Giyuu 's throat in one and closed his other hand around Giyuu’s fist. They stared dead at each other bleeding from cuts and blooming bruises on their faces. Trying to dislodge Shinazugawa's hand from his windpipe, he kneed Shinazugawa in the face weakly. Didn’t really do the enough damage Giyuu wanted.
Sanemi sneered at him while squeezing Giyuu's neck and accidentally pushing directly on his sensitive scent glands. The dam of giyuu's scent shattered from beyond his control.
The scent of salmon, caramel, and citrus filled the air; both men froze at the unmistakable scent . An omega in heat. Giyuu, annoyed, had forgotten all about his heat while the fighting was going on; trying to one - up Shinazugawa. But now, he could feel that his temperature had risen to insane heights, and the aching ,empty feeling in his stomach was back. His bones were aching more than enough from not only the fight he just had now but from the demon from a few hours ago.
It was silent for a few minutes. The situation was awkward at best and inconvenient for Giyuu at worst. Here he was, stuck with Shinazugawa while his fever came 2 weeks early. Slick was beginning to form rapidly in his pants; rather than gradually like usual in cycles.
It was weird, but something tells him that maybe it might be that hes (an omega) is literally sitting right above an Alpha’s dick right now.
Just a thought.
Shinazugawa chuckled beneath him, “So this is why you’ve been acting so pissy all mission,” the omega jumped. Tomioka literally forgot he was there.
He wanted to see disgust and for Shinazugawa to throw him off, call him a weird asshole and walk away. It would have been the right option; the safest option. He can’t decide if what happens next was better or worse. There was no smirk or sign of disgust. He was looking at him hard; his long eyelashes fluttering as he looked him up and down. There was a slight hunger in his eyes that made Giyuu weak in his bones.
Shinazugawa spoke up again, “See, when I heard you were aggressive; I thought you were just an Alpha with a possession problem,” gibed Shinazugawa.
“Shinazugawa I-,”
The Alpha interrupted him, “Shut up, Tomioka!” He ordered. His mouth zipped up.
The white-haired male takes his hand on Giyuu’s throat and adjusts his hand to have a better grip around his neck. With his grip, he slowly pulls Giyuu down until their faces are inches away from each other. They were so close they were sharing the same air; staring into each other's eyes; lips and noses almost touching.
The Alpha has that signature damn smirk again, the grin he uses when he’s about to take down someone. That smirk that makes him want to—-obey.
The Wind Hashira’s scent of green tea leaves; coffee and sawdust was dominating the room. The scent carried a different weight now. Back then, it wanted those alphas to know who was stronger. But now.. the same scent was telling Giyuu’s scent that it was responding to his plea deal. Responding to a call.
“Anyway, but really under all that haughty, ‘I'm better than everyone’ personality, you're an Omega with an attitude problem.” Sanemi glowered. Giyuu didn’t even know what to say. He didn’t even know what to do. He didn’t know if he wanted to jump out of Shinazugawa lap or—find out what would happen next if he stayed.
Shinazugawa was silent for a moment, looking left and up and down as if checking if the coast was clear, he thought before speaking, “Now I’ll tell you what. We can’t stay in this wisteria house forever while we wait for your heat to subside. So… how about you let me handle your—problem,” Giyuu's eyes widened.
Why would Shinazugawa of all people offer to help out, yes they have been on many successful missions before, but Giyuu wouldn’t even really call them friends. No matter how badly he wanted to be, all his advances were ignored or reprimanded.
But then again, as the heat haze took over his mind he couldn’t help but see this as an opportunity. He could finally get what he was looking for: a proper mate.
Giyuu breathed in and out, “I don’t know Shinazugawa, I’m pretty hard to handle and please,” he choked out. He's trying to keep face here. Shinazugawa shook his head with a slight chuckle
“Classic Tomioka, As always, you seem to think that no one’s on your fucking level; confident I can’t take your ass, but what you fail to understand is when I’m done with you the only thing you will be able to say is that I’m the best,” Shinazugawa’s eyes filled with hunger. Okay— so we’re doing this.
Giyuu squinted his eyes, “Prove it,” he enunciated the ‘t’ at the end to prove a point. Giyuu was rising to the challenge.
Shinazugawa’s grin was predatory as he pulled him the rest of the way. Their lips collided in a fierce system of spit and tongue. The metallic taste of blood Giyuu relished in as though he were a demon—perfect end to a fight like this. It was like the fighting they were doing before but with their lips.
Shinazugawa, like always, struck first with his teeth biting into Giyuu lips. Shinazugawa bit his lip hard in between his teeth telling Giyuu to open his mouth. Giyuu ignored his request for entry. Shinazugawa slowly increased the pressure on his neck; clasping with a cruel grip on his windpipe. He surged forward when Giyuu gasped and took the chance to lick into his mouth. The taste of blood from Giyuu punches is addicting; fueling a manic high that Giyuu didn’t even know he desired.
The alpha then takes Giyuu and flips them over where Shinazugawa is on top and Giyuu is on the bottom; caged in between Sanemi biceps. He leans down and takes Giyuu's mouth again. Giyuu is impatient; he wants more; so much more and Sanemi is not giving it to him fast enough. Giyuu bites Sanemi's lips and takes his hands to guide it in towards his legs. Sanemi goes rigid in place. Not allowing Giyuu to move his hands. Giyuu growls in annoyance sending an annoyed glare up at Sanemi who just stared back down at him.
“Wha?” he asks
Giyuu didn’t answer, instead he tried to bite Sanemi trying to get his point across of what he wanted.
He wanted this to happen now and Sanemi was taking too damn long.
He wanted it so much he didn’t know what to do.
Sanemi blocked his attack with his hand and instead he takes the same hand and clasps it around Giyuu's neck again and growls out in a low but firm voice, “Behave!”
His body responded instantly with compliance to Shinazugawa's words, his body didn't think, it just knew that this was someone to show obedience to. It was almost scary how easy it was for Sanemi to do that. To force Giyuu down; to make him vulnerable.
“Do that again, I will have to find a muzzle to put on your ass,” He warned him. Sanemi's hand stayed firm on Giyuu’s neck; he waited until he was sure Giyuu got the message. Giyuu nodded his head; then and only then, he would take his hand off of Giyuu's neck.
He started intensely unbuttoning Giyuu’s uniform, the look of concentration and focus made Giyuu want to look anywhere but at the Wind Hashira. One by one, he had shed Giyuu of his black upper clothes, and then unbuttoned his white undershirt 3 buttons. He was diving into his nape with his jaws. His mouth attacked Giyuu with extreme violent passion. His teeth targeted different places on his neck; leaving dark bruises easily on his pale skin. The aggression had Giyuu squirming in his hold; his face lit up red as hell not only from the heat but because of Shinazugawa's hands that were roaming all over his body.
Large hands were slowly following the outline of his body on his torso. They stopped at his waist to give a firm squeeze. The hands lingered before they went to his hips and rested there. Giyuu hoped Shinazugawa didn't go too high with the bruises in his excitement.
Groaning when Shinazugawa hit a sensitive spot on his nape. He outright moaned when he dug his teeth into his glands not enough to bite but enough to get a reaction out of him. What felt like a ton of slick, was building in his pants embarrassingly quick like crazy. They were absolutely ruining his undergarments and making his thighs stick to his pants.
The alpha slid up to his ear when he tried to choke another sound down, “Don’t stop with those noises, me and you are alone right now and I know you can be louder than that.” He bit at his ear before licking to cool the pain. Giyuu is shuddering and slicking from the intensity of Shinazugawa alone; Period.
Giyuu began pushing against his head, “--Shi–Shinazugawa,” Giyuu choked out.
The Alpha separated from his neck to look at him, “When we're like this you can call me Sanemi.” He corrected.
“Sanemi then– can you get to it,” Giyuu demanded.
Sanemi put his hand on his chest, with a raised eyebrow, “Get to what?” he echoed with a smirk.
Giyuu threw his head back, “Stop playing– fucking dumb with me Sanemi.” Giyuu panted harshly.
The Alpha full on sneered at him, “I know what you want, I'm just waiting for you to say it,” he said. Giyuu was shaking with impatience; glaring at Sanemi but he just looked at him expectantly.
Giyuu groaned, “Can you touch me,” he confessed; his flushed pink on his face.
Sanemi just raised an eyebrow. “Please,” Giyuu huffed.
Sanemi smiled, “There we go.” He moved down to Giyuu’s chest; caressing the skin there, making Giyuu’s breath hitch. He dragged his tongue down in between Giyuu's pec leaving marks; skin prickled wherever Sanemi went. Taking his hand and fondling his chest with vigorous want. Pushing his breast up and down. He massaged the breast until Giyuu nipples hardened into circular points; leaning down to make contact with his chest. Sanemi's mouth surrounded them with feather-light kisses before embracing one into his mouth.
Giyuu gasped at the hard, hot pressure that enveloped his nipple, “mmm, oh—oh,” he faintly sighed.
The white-haired alpha took the other nipple and gripped it in his fingers; twisting and fondling while sucking hard on the one in his mouth.
Giyuu tried to hold back, “Mmm- San- Oh,” he whimpered out; he was stupidly sensitive when it came to this.
Goosebumps fluttered across his skin from all the stimulation. He was fidgeting against the floor, breathing heavily and pushing his chest to Sanemi’s mouth. His head bounced back on the floor with a thud at a particular hard suck from the Alpha.
He switched sides, and sucked the one he was flicking and probed the one he was sucking on. Sanemi's attention and focus on him was something Giyuu couldn’t understand. It was so overwhelming. Wasn't this just a ‘means to an end’ kind of thing why did this feel so intimate. So real.
Sanemi sucks and twists his nipples at the same time. It’s mean but Giyuu chokes out a moan anyway. Slick is mowing down his pants; he bets that if he looks down it’ll look like he pissed himself.
When Sanemi is finished with his sternum, he comes back up and- Gosh. Sanemi is flushed pink all the way down to his abs on his stomach. He looks—so … attractive like this. The way his purple eyes staring at Giyuu is the only thing that matters right now. His violet eyes are dilated and nearly black from arousal. He looks too hot like this.
Giyuu has always thought that Sanemi was attractive but gosh—.
His hand again is something Giyuu notices; he can tell it would be able to cover almost half of his face. Giyuu has never really taken in the size difference between— them until now. Not a big one, but very noticeable if you were to put them side by side.
It’s just another thing Giyuu was too blind to see.
Giyuu goes to break eye contact by turning his head but Sanemi grabs his jaw and pulls him in for another violent kiss. Swapping tongues, spit, and feelings in their mouths. It was like a whole new communication only he and Sanemi could understand. The alpha was sucking hungrily at his lips; wet and utterly nasty.
Sanemi’s scent mixed with the musk of sweat made Giyuu go into the haze more; it smelled so good it might even be his favorite smell.
While sliding spit in between their mouths, Sanemi’s hands skim down his sides and stop at his hips. He massages the bones with his thumbs before picking Giyuu legs up from under his thighs. This puts their crotches together, and Giyuu makes a strangled noise at the contact. He could feel Sanemi cock in his slacks; rough and heavy on Giyuu’s dick.
Sanemi shoved their hips together and Giyuu started moaning in Sanemi's mouth when the humping got harsher. Eyes were opening and closing; he bit into Sanemi’s lip in an accident which caused blood to leak into his mouth, the Alpha to groan against his mouth anyway.
Giyuu was keening and squirming from the sensation. It felt so good; too good, to feel their dicks rubbing up against one another. Giyuu hands raised up to Sanemi’s back scratching at his clothes; raking on his white haori to dispel some of the frantic energy. Their grinding got faster and faster; almost like they were fucking with their clothes still on.
Their mouths separated for air,“Hmm—-Ugh..Fuck,” Giyuu exhaled. A line of spit was connecting their lips together. Giyuu could not seem to keep his hips still; Rocking up into Sanemi's hips and almost throwing off his rhythm.
Sanemi took his free hand and slapped it on the side of Giyuu's thigh. Hard.
“Stop all that moving or I’ll stop,” he snapped.
Giyuu didn’t really want to stop humping but also didn’t want Sanemi to stop all together as well. So reluctantly he stopped his hips but not without mean mugging Sanemi.
Sanemi whispered, his breath hot on Giyuu face “You’re such a brat—fuck, Tomioka,”
“Well I don’t see you doing anything about it,” he growled before turning into a groan. He forced his eyes shut. Oh-he was so close. Embarrassingly close.
“Mmm, Sane-,” Giyu shook violently as the cord in his stomach got tighter and tighter. Sanemi, not taking a damn hint, jumped back into his neck and licked at his glands; nuzzling into his glands with animalistic prowess. His pussy throbbed, clenching on nothing from the act; slick flooding his pants.
Sanemi wasn’t that better, it was easier to hear him groaning in his ear. To tease him he took one of his hands and twisted a nipple on the Alpha’s chest. Sanemi stuttered into a moan before taking his hand and pinning it down.
Giyuu couldn’t even chuckle about it. The mind blowing experience that was going on had Giyuu gone- oh he was so gone.
His eyes rolled up to his head; he thought he had blacked out. His mouth opened wide as he cried out as he came directly in his pants. His hips were jumping; convulsing as he came from his cock and flooded his pants with even more slick, he quietly whimpered when Sanemi dragged it out. His ass probably realized what was happening. Giyuu didn’t even want to open his eyes to see the shit-eating grin Sanemi was probably wearing right now.
He panted from the adrenaline rush.
Giyuu shuddered as he felt the slick running down his thighs like syrup. If Giyuu wasn't flushed before, he definitely was as red as a tomato now.
“Damn, did it feel that good? You came in your pants like a teenager,” teased Sanemi.
Giyuu peeled open one of his eyes and Sanemi looked like what he said he would’ve looked like; grinning, but he was more mesmerized from what just happened.
“I’m- Im sorry,”
“The fuck you sorry for? That was hot as hell,” Okay weirdo?
Shinazugawa leapt down to Giyu pants and fumbled with his belt. It came off cleanly through the hoops, but instead of throwing it to the side like he did with haori and upper uniform he set it to the side for safe keeping. Weird.
The pants came off with no fight as well, but the amount of slick was down right insane. When Sanemi pulled his pants off his eyes widened as the pants were soaked and sticky with bodily fluids. Giyuu felt like his head was going to explode from embarrassment at this point.
His thighs were connected by multiple clear strings of slick to his pants. Sanemi's eyes darkened at the potent smell coming from the slick. He folded the pants up and threw them away to be forgotten. He surges forward, in between Giyuu’s legs and goes to bite at his thigh with his fangs.
Teasing, licking and biting at Giyuu thighs has him wiggling and gasping for air on the floor; like he doesn't use breaths all of the time. That just shows how breathtaking Sanemi is figuratively and physically. He lapped his tongue on his thighs; his eyes gleaming with hunger. Cleaning up all the slick he can and not leaving a single drop left.
To Giyuu’s frustration, Sanemi utterly ignores his throbbing heat that spilling slick the more biting and kissing he does around the area. The alpha’s hands, that he wishes were inside him right now, instead they knead at his thighs like Sanemi making bread.
Shinazugawa looks at him hot from in between his legs, “Tomioka you taste so fucking good,” he breathily says into his thigh. He bites his teeth into Giyuu’s fundoshi, ripping the cloth like a damn dog too easily because they were soaked to the max from Giyuu’s climax.
Giyuu definitely was not prepared for the way Sanemi eats him out like he was his favorite meal. He licks up and down his pussy; slurping up all the slick like it's his last time he’ll taste it. He flicks his tongue fast. He eats his cunt so messily that not only Sanemi is making noises from eating, Giyuu is louder than he could ever possibly be. As soon as Sanemi lips come into contact with his lips it is like a floodgate of heat opened into Giyuu lungs. His head flew back; his mouth opened into a long whine that was forced out of him. His toes curled he tried to bring his hips away from Sanemi hungry lips but he just grabbed onto Giyuu thighs and pulled him back with a faint scoff.
“Ohh-mmm-fuck-fuck Sanemi—please keep going,”
Giyuu was so distracted that he didn’t notice Sanemi taking 2 fingers up against Giyuu’s pussy. He circled his cunt before plunging one finger into the surface. Sanemi’s fingers were thick and callous working wonderfully against his walls; Working Giyuu open so fast. Giyuu slams his eyes shut, putting his hand on his mouth to stop the humiliating sounds being forced from his mouth. He doesn’t notice Sanemi coming up beside Giyuu’s body while pushing a second finger in.
Sanemi looks at the hand on Giyuu's mouth like it personally offended him; he slaps Giyuu’s hand away and replaces it with his hand grabbing Giyuu’s jaw. He forces his eyes open to look at him.
“Don’t cover up your mouth Giyuu I’m curious on how loud your quiet ass can get,”
Giyuu wants to see how far he can push Sanemi, “Well—- you’re never—never going to find out if you keep going this slow.” He shuddered.
Sanemi growls low in his throat, he takes Giyuu hair and pulls his head back before plunging his fingers at a fast pace.
“Ahhh- oh — mmm San-ahh,” Giyuu moaned.
Shinazugawa laughs in his neck, “Yeah, keep making those noises. They don’t deserve to be kept to yourself, they’re too pretty,”
When Sanemi adds a 3rd finger he stretches so much that it pulls a silent scream from him. Sanemi is knuckles deep into his cunt when he touches a very specific spot in Giyuu that nearly makes him come on the spot and see stars.
Giyuu eyes barely open, “Mmmmmmm-oh…right there,”
“Heh, Found it,” Sanemi mutters before attacking that spot with his punishing fingers. Giyuu can’t seem to sit still after that. His limbs are out of his control from the sear intensity. He keeps on jumping up away from Sanemi.
The 3rd time this happens, Sanemi grabs Giyuu’s nape and scruffs him. He falls backward on Sanemi’s arm; that was under him. The white-haired Alpha takes his hand and moves it from his nape to the front of his neck to hold him down against him before taking his mouth again.
You could tell by the sound how much Giyuu was slicking. The squelching of moving fingers in his pussy from a drool of slick. He couldn’t focus on anything but them. Not even Sanemi devouring his tongue; dipping into his mouth
“Ughh.. Shin-Sane…Fuck…I’m close,” whining around Sanemi’s mouth so strung up he wasnt able to even kiss right just mouthing while moaning at Sanemi mouth.
“Really you’re gonna come again?” Giyuu groaned. “Okay just Make sure you stay still,”
Sanemi took him higher and higher; pounding his digits into his cunt until he was unable to hold on to the pressure anymore. He let out a cry as his muscles contracted and he convulsed as he spilled all over himself. He could barely breathe from all the exhilaration of Sanemi fingers. Sanemi, like the asshole he wasdragged it out, pounding his finger into his hole until he made Giyuu spray from his fingers again.
“Wow Tomioka, you’re making such a mess from just my fingers,” Sanemi whispered in his ear.
Oh fuck he can’t take this.
Sanemi finally decided to give him some relief cause he slowly retreated his finger from his cunt. Sanemi tilted Giyuu's head around to make him look at his fingers. There was a long string of slick running from the tip of Sanemi’s fingers to his pussy. Giyuu went red in the face and put his hand over his eyes.
“Ughhh,” he groaned.
Sanemi looked at him while getting up, “Damn you really got this desperate, you were really strung up, huh,” Sanemi said.
Giyuu could see his dick; visible through his pants now, a big bulge big and ready for the taking. His omega was so turned on by the fact that more slick spilled out of him.
Quick as a flash, Sanemi flipped him over on his front. Chest on his knees he turned around confused on why he was flipped.
“Present,” Sanemi ordered.
Present? What does he mean by present? Present what? Giyuu looked at Sanemi; bewildered at the request.
Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Do I have to do everything for your ass; or did you brain drain out when you spilled all over my fingers,” bantered Sanemi.
Giyuu looked at him with an authoritative glare and decided to lay flat on the ground; like a disobedient rug.
All he heard was an unamused scoff before hands lifted his hips up and his legs out. Giyuu gasped at the unbecoming position. His upper body was facing the ground and his lower body was up in the air. His body was stiff from surprise.
“Face down, ass up, that’s what ‘present’ means,” explained Sanemi.
In the haze of his mind, he felt Sanemi press himself over his back. He could feel his dick against his back. Dripping pre-cum on his back. He didn’t want to admit it but he wanted his dick so badly. Giyuu couldn’t see it but it felt so tough, so big and heavy on his back. He couldn’t wait. But Sanemi didn’t need to know that.
Sanemi suddenly slapped his pussy. It made a very soft sound like water dripping onto a bowl.
“—Hmp..mmm,” Slick splashed as Giyuu choked on a moan. The alpha rubbed his hand across his heat, before bringing it up to slick his cock.
Once the dick was slick from tip to ball, Sanemi took it in his hands and teased his cunt with the tip. He moved around it in circles, he faked putting in. It was pissing Giyuu off. It was downright infuriating. This might sound bratty but he wanted it now, right now and Sanemi was dallying— around.
He didn’t even realize he started growling until it was apparent in the room when Sanemi stopped. He pushed back towards Sanemi cock; impatient with the wait. Giyuu turned his head with a scowl; a threatening look that told Sanemi that if he didn’t get a move on right now there would’ve consequences to pay.
“The hell you looking a-,” Sanemi was going to try to play dumb again but Giyuu didn’t give him the chance.
He turned and lunged towards his face, but he missed and instead aimed for his neck. He clamped down on the alpha neck trying to make him submit to his wants. It was quite difficult to do in this position but Giyuu was nothing but determined and angry at this displeasure.
He growled into his neck like a possessive dog before Sanemi stepped in. In one hand he clamped a hand around Giyuu's neck while in the other he yanked Giyuu's head so hard he undone his ponytail. This successfully dislodged Giyuu’s fangs from his throat. Sanemi then took Giyuu backwards to rest on his chest before taking the belt from earlier and wrapping it around his snapping jaws.
Giyuu was being difficult just to get back at Sanemi at this point, “I tried to be nice to your impatient ass but obviously no one can be nice to you,” Sanemi grunted.
It took Sanemi flopping his entire weight onto Giyuu to get him back in the previous position. He shoved Giyuu’s head into the ground by putting a hand on his nape.
“Mmm- Grrrr,” Giyuu growled with the gag, preventing his teeth from touching. He was so caught up with trying to tear Sanemi apart that he didn’t even think to try and see what he was planning.
His cock, without warning, buried itself to hilt within Giyuu’s pussy. Giyuu halted in place, he felt his anger fade away at Sanemi cock moving inside of him. He moaned from the fullness he felt. The empty feeling in his stomach was brighter now that there was something to solve the dilemma.
Sanemi starts to thrust his hips forward giving Giyuu no time to adjust to the face pace Sanemi set from the very beginning. Fast and hard thrusts that hit his damn cervix so beautifully that Giyuu eyes are rolling to the back of his head instantly while his mouth is wide open in a silent scream.
With the muzzle forces his mouth open you can hear all the loud sounds Giyuu’s making. Whines and clipped gasps that turn into moans every time Sanemi slam into his cunt with force.
His heat is on fire; pleasure he never felt before clouding his mind, “Huh—huh—ahh,” his moans match the pace of Sanemi thrusts,”
“That’s it, all you needed was some cock to calm you down, huh?” Sanemi coaxed. He stood up off of Giyuu’s back letting some cool air on his back.
“Ohh—ohh, yess-yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” His pleas are muffled by the gag so Sanemi can’t really hear what he’s saying but Giyuu couldn’t control his mouth right now or even care to try.
It's overwhelming, and embarrassing how shameful this is making him. In his life he could never see himself falling apart on an Alpha cock this easily. It was basically sinful in his book but it felt so—wrong but so good to do so. He couldn’t get enough of the drag of Sanemi’s dick on his already sensitive walls. He was spilling slick like crazy around Sanemi dick. When Sanemi slammed his hips into Giyuu gave wet sounds like a rag dropping onto the hardwood floor.
Sanemi slows down to a stop for a second; he whimpers and squirms to entice Sanemi back to it. Giyuu turned his head around to see what the hold up was and—. He was not prepared for Sanemi’s expression.
The Alpha expression was one of complete attention toward their connected body parts. His body was flushed pink all the way down to his nipples; hair disheveled and crazy looking. He was drooling on the sides of his mouth like a hungry dog at the large amount of slick that accumulated between them. He looked fascinated; he took one of his fingers to where they were connected and traced around Giyuu’s cunt.
Giyuu panted while mumbling in the belt, “Sanemi—quit it,” Giyuu went to fuck himself on Sanemi cock when Sanemi quickly caught him with his hand.
He smacked him hard on his ass, It hurt more without the lack of pants. Giyuu yelped at the gesture.
“Calm down brat, You’re going to get the dick you're so stupid for, don't worry,” Sanemi chuckled at his own words.
Knitted eyebrows was the only response he got back, Sanemi rolled his eyes before saying, “Be a good omega and wait while I admire the absolutely fucking mess you made of yourself, okay?” he reached under and between Giyuu’s legs and grabbed the black- haired man twitching length and started pumping his cock from tip to base using the pre-cum that been dripping on the floor as lube.
Giyuu weakly moaned against the gag from the satisfying motion. “Mmmm—” he fell limp back to the floor.
Sanemi took his hand off of his dick and put it back on his hips, he then repositioned himself a little before driving his hips into the bundle of nerves inside him. Giyuu's mind did a flip as his mouth opened to scream from the pleasure. From then on the Alpha did not disappoint, Sanemi targeted that spot inside like it was a training dummy you had to hit multiple times in a training yard. He thrust into Giyuu so hard that Giyuu was bouncing with every thrust; not like Giyuu cared, considering his mind was quickly becoming blank in pleasure.
He was drooling all over his belt, and his chin was soaked with spit. His hands fell out from under him a few minutes ago causing Giyuu's face to be parallel with the floor. His nipples were pointed on the floor, adding extra stimulation from rubbing on the floor. Tears streamed down his face, eyes closed but crying from the extremity of Sanemi cock. His pussy was throbbing and clenching so hard to keep Sanemi cock in his cunt like it was his life line. Sanemi scent filled the air in an intoxicating way; it was a scent he never would forget ever existed from his mind.
Giyuu could barely hear what Sanemi was saying, “Haha—-Look at you Tomioka, Proud Water Hashira reduced to a bitch in heat on my cock,” provoked Sanemi. He wanted to say something back; save his face but a pointed thrust wiped his brain clean of anything but Sanemi, Sanemi, Sanemi.
The heat had him wanting to do whatever Sanemi wanted as long as he keep fucking him like this.
He couldn’t get away either. He tried to escape from the electric union of their hips but Sanemi just faintly scoffed before pulling him back onto his cock.
“Where do you think you're going?,” Sanemi murmured. Giyuu's eyes rolled up to his head; groaning from being split open.
“Don’t say you can't handle that I’m handling you—sweetheart,” The pet name made Giyuu sob out; humiliated by the odds.
Giyuu’s hips were now on the ground from the frantic bucking Sanemi was doing. Oh he's gonna cum again, he can feel it in his stomach, or maybe that’s just Alpha dick buried in his cunt. He can’t tell.
He thrashed around, hit the ground, anything to get Sanemi to get the hint.
Sanemi bent over his back once more and pulled at his hair to whisper in his ear, “ Are You seriously about to come again?” Giyuu whined, his voice turned into a jumping sob as Sanemi rolled his hips deep into his g-spot.
“Don’t you wanna come on my knot, Tomioka?” Giyuu's eyes widened.Even though Giyuu never heard those words in his life, the words spoke to his omega so badly. He wanted the knot more than anything right now.
He frantically slammed his hand on the ground, trying to get his point across. He shook his head up and down trying to make Sanemi see his wishes. He whined and cried for something he didn’t even really know what was.
“Okay, okay—Only one thing on your mind, slut.”
He put his hands on both sides of Giyuu’s head before thrusting hard like a fucking animal.
Giyuu was crying, sobbing tears into the floor. There was a puddle of drool on the ground from his mouth that was still covered with a belt. He started to heave as his muscles started to contract. The heat in the room couldn’t get any hotter as Giyuu got his literal brains fucked within a inch of his life.
He felt Sanemi knot build at the base whenever Sanemi would fill him up to the brim. Bullying its way inside of Giyuu inch by inch until it was all he could think about. The thrusts got slower and messier the bigger the knot got; he could faintly hear Sanemi grunting and groaning as the knot rigged his hips into his.
Sanemi touched his dick with one pump and Giyuu could not hold it in anymore and let go.
His vision went white as he cried out loud as ever. He sprays so much slick in so many different directions, all on Sanemi’s knot. He comes from his dick spilling on the floor. He spasms and convulses from the power of ecstasy. Sanemi’s cock was shooting loads into Giyuu’s cunt but he couldn’t even really care cause he couldn’t seem to stop cumming. Shockwaves rocked Giyuu everytime Sanemi would shoot another load because he would just spurt again.
“Aww fuck,”
Eventually it was over, Sanemi and Giyuu were locked together by the knot. Giyuu had never felt more satisfied in a heat than right now. So right, so complete.
He shivers but not from cold but from relief of the heat that was taunting his soul. It leaves like a bad dream; like a demon that was killed leaving the night. He doesn’t even realize he is smiling.
That’s all he thinks before his eyes roll back and he passes out.
Holy fuck, what did he just do?
Sanemi had moved him and Giyuu from the hallway to a random room he found in this place. He removed the rest of Giyuu’s clothes, not like he hadn’t already seen everything there was to offer.
Sanemi didn’t know what came over him one minute they were fighting for no reason the next minute he had Giyuu screaming his head off on his cock looking hot as hell.
That scent; the scent of salmon and citrus wafted through his nostrils like a siren. It pulled at his instincts; it enticed him to the sea that was Tomioka Giyuu.
He can now, after minutes of denial, say that not only had he had sex with Giyuu but it was the best sex he had ever had in his life. Sanemi has had mating greets before with other omegas from hookups of the red light district but Giyuu was different in every way. Giyuu wasn’t like every other omega, overly sweet, submissive, and mentally sensitive, and weak. Not saying he hates omegas like that cause they can’t help it but he just finds them a tad annoying. That’s why he was so intoxicated with Giyuu from the moment he wrapped his hand around that beautiful throat.
The way he fought back against Sanemi, forced him to the ground. Normally he would’ve been pissed at the blow to his pride but then he looked up. Then he smelled that wonderful scent and he started not to think correctly.
The water Hashira looked like a dream sitting in his lap; his eyes that threatened to swallow sailors whole in the dark of the night, hazy, fogging in and out in what thought would be rut but now knew was a heat. Hair messy in all the right places; ponytail barely hanging on in the string. Even with all that, the way he disobeyed, ignored, challenged did things to the Alpha. Made him want to show Giyuu who was boss here like he was fighting a haughty Alpha that didn’t know when to shut the fuck up.
Fuck, Giyuu was the ]most prettiest, and handsomest guy he had ever had the pleasure at looking at.
And giving pleasure of course.
He may have taken Giyuu and made him react to the domination but Tomioka still had him wrapped around his finger. Sanemi realized that day that he was a really reactive person and multiple people, including Giyuu knew it. That brat probably purposely did things to piss Sanemi off just to make him go harder. That beautiful slut.
He never felt true satisfaction; more triumphant until he had taken Giyuu down to the ground. Face down ass up, those perky nipples grinding on the floor, crying out behind his own belt while cross-eyed and crying, He made the Stoic Tomioka Giyuu a full on bitch in heat. That small waist that rippled with muscle anytime Giyuu would tense from the pleasure.
Sanemi couldn’t seem to close his mouth when either; groaning and keening everytime Giyuu would clench he would hit that bundle of nerves with satisfying accuracy. He had never thought Tomioka could be that loud, that shameful; even with the quick muzzle he put around his mouth. You could probably hear him from outside.
Even before he made Giyuu come not once but twice without even getting him on dick. Him producing so much slick that his pants were probably ruined; really it was actually fucking ridiculous how much slick there was.
Not like Sanemi was complaining, as right now he’s pumping his cock while sniffing Giyuu’s slick- bound pants; while the omega was passed out not even 10 feet away. After he picked Giyuu up off the floor. Sanemi had put Giyuu to bed on a makeshift nest he made in 5 minutes from a blanket and pillows he found all over the house.
“Aww, fuck,” Sanemi grunted roughly.
He remembered their kisses when they were more fighting with lips than actually kissing, but it was addicting all the same. He remembered all the times Giyuu got mad at him; it was so attractive when Giyuu growled at him when he teased him with his cock. Having to dodge Giyuu bites while putting the muzzle on him for his and Giyuu’s safety. Just for Giyuu to calm down, like giving milk to a crying baby when he bottoms out.
He remembered that Giyuu doesn’t even come normally; he squirts like he doing a water breathing form mid-fuck. He likes the messy fucks the most, he wants to be dripping in slick and come so that he has more to clean up with his tounge.
Giyuu’s sounds that went from faintly quiet to loud like Sanemi was doing anything really mind blowing to him. But he guesses when you don’t get out enough like Giyuu it may feel a little overwhelming.
He may be adding up from not having sex in awhile but that was breathtakingly euphoric.
He reached his climax quickly with the potent smell of Giyuu on his pants. Spilling all over the floor. Speaking of that he should probably go and clean the body fluids Giyuu sprayed everywhere while getting finger-fucked.
Sanemi found the original spot they were in and cleaned up the best he could. The slick, the sweat, the blood, and the clothes were all put away in their respective spaces.
Sanemi was going to stay here for the rest of Giyuu's heat, he didn’t know why he was just helping out a fellow Hashira after all.
It’s not like he likes the bastard brat anyway.