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In hindsight, he should have realized Kyojuro wasn’t losing fights to Upper Moon Three when the blonde came back more than once with wide eyes and a small smile tugging at his lips. Even his sound had a slight lift to it under the frustration of loss. All things considered, Tengen thinks to himself, he could have picked up on it way sooner.
At least then he might have picked up the way Kyojuro kept looking around when they ran into one another earlier. The Sound Pillar had heard him in the area, pleasantly surprised. While they did plan to pass the time together over cards and some drinking in a few days, the Sound Pillar assumed his early arrival was training related. Some light patrolling— Kyojuro was known to clock in hours while off duty. Tengen had asked if he expected someone as they walked, Kyojuro tripping over nothing at the question.
If it was anyone else he would have put it together ages ago, but Kyojuro treated intimacy and relationships with a pragmatism that made it impossible to imagine him actually seeing someone. Sure, he had run into the Flame Pillar leaving the red light district on more than one occasion, but even then he looked so composed Tengen would have believed it if Kyojuro said he was simply strolling through the crowd.
Tengen attributed Kyojuro’s poor articulation to a lack of sleep. And the surprise on Kyojuro’s face… well he was known to focus on demons so much he would forget about other people.
Tengen laughs at the look on Kyojuro’s face, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him in for a hug. Kyojuro looked almost flustered, eyes wide in surprise. Kyojuro usually gave as good as he got, only this time instead of leaning into the hug he wedged his arm between them, pushing.
“Uzui, you’ve caught me at a bad time!”
Kyojuro wasn’t even focusing on him, he was all angles and limbs, turning to scan the surrounding area.
Tengen blinked, staring at him in confusion. “A bad time?”
Kyojuro seemed to regain himself, straightening his spine and squaring his shoulders. He nodded. “Yes. I was tracking down a demon a moment ago.”
He was right. “Let me help, then, and afterward I can treat you to some ud-”
“No! It’s okay!”
As Kyojuro spoke there was a sudden chill to the air. Their heads snapped up in unison. It became colder still. The sheer intensity of a vicious killing intent radiated from the surrounding woods and to them, drawing their attention.
Kyojuro gave Tengen a look. “That must be the demon I was pursuing.”
“I’ll help y-”
“It’s fine! Thank you Uzui!” Kyojuro was too loud, almost shouting, taking off before the words fully left his mouth.
Tengen is able to wait all of two minutes before he follows. He doesn’t doubt Kyojuro’s abilities, really, but that demon felt like something nasty, and well… Kyojuro clearly is burning the candle at both ends.
He takes longer than expected to track Kyojuro down, even with his hearing. It’s like the man up and vanished, only to reappear miles away.
It’s only when Tengen has the thought to mask his presence and silence his footsteps to get the drop on the demon does he realize: forest is deathly silent, there are no noises of battle reverberating through the trees, and the air feels heavy and undisturbed. He stands in place, hesitating.
The silence is broken by a groan, and Tengen takes one step before realizing that it is not the death rattle of a slayer with his duty finally fulfilled.
It’s a moan.
He hears the rustle of fabric followed by heavy breathing and the sound of something wet. Another moan follows the first, Kyojuro’s voice high and breathy in a way he’s never heard before.
“Wait, if Uzui is nearby he’ll-” Kyojuro is cut off with a growl from the demon, a strangled gasp coming from his mouth that turns into a whine. Tengen can hear fabric ripping and a choked protest that turns into another moan. More wet sounds. It hits him that they’re fucking. He can hear skin meet skin after a rough thrust.
“He stopped following you a bit away, we’re fine.”
It takes a moment but Tengen quickly places the voice as the Upper Moon that had been harassing Kyojuro. Or, well, successfully courting him if the protective growl followed by another moan from Kyojuro was any indication.
He should go. Instead he stands in place, feet firmly rooted to the ground and legs unmoving. Kyojuro has made it known he can’t stand the demon. He is an infamously bad liar, honest to fault, and the paragon of virtue that the rest of them looked up to.
He is being fucked by a demon in the middle of the forest.
It was planned.
Tengen feels like the ground is falling out from under him as he wonders if this is considered a date. It wouldn’t be as shocking if it wasn’t a demon, but here they are. Kyojuro getting fucked by Upper Mook Three and Tengen standing there listening to it.
There’s movement again and Kyojuro yelps, the sound of alarm almost making him spring into action. He hears fabric tear again, followed by shuffling and the crunch of branches and — an. Another moan. He can almost picture what happened: Kyojuro was pushed to the ground and on all fours as the demon leaned into him.
There’s low muttering, hard to make out of the wet sounds as the demon resumes fucking him, short pitchy noises punched out of Kyojuro with each thrust. It’s filthy, Tengen able to hear the wet sound of Kyojuro’s pussy being fucked open.
If it was easy to imagine before it’s almost too vivid now. Tengen braced against some tree as he stares in their direction. He imagines it easily with just the sounds. Kyojuro face down in the dirt, haori tossed aside and clothes ripped. Is his fundoshi pulled down or hooked around his knees? Was it ripped off? They’re all viable options, the demon’s focus simply on having the obstacle removed so he can take Kyojuro.
So he can fuck him.
There’s a hitch in Upper Moon Three’s breathing, the pace stuttering. “So tight.”
The demon says it like the words aren’t meant to be spoken outloud, voice shaky and low. “What an amazing thing to use your technique on.”
If his imagination ran wild a moment ago, now it has left him in the dust. Because what technique could Kyojuro be using aside from total concentration breathing? None. Nothing. And he’s using it to milk the demon’s cock. That bitch. That should be him.
If Tengen manages to still his own breath he swears he can hear the drag of the demon moon’s cock against Kyojuro’s walls. Can picture Kyojuro’s messy expression as he’s ravaged. Eyes rolling up and mouth hanging open as he drools.
There’s another hitch in Kyojuro’s breathing, wet and strangled and followed by a low moan from the demon. He’s choking him. Tengen should move. He needs to make sure Kyojuro is okay. Before he can remember how to work his legs he hears Kyojuro breath again. It’s shaky and raw and not once did the demon’s hips lose pace.
Tengen can’t decide if it’s worse that it’s a demon doing this, or the fact he had no idea. He considers leaving again, lowering his eyes from the trees to the problem between his legs. He’s hard, painfully hard, a rare bit of shame curling down his spine and only serving to turn him on more.
He pressed the palm of his hand against his cock, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He wants to wait till they’re done at least. By the sound of it the two of them are close, Tengen palming himself as he listens to the thrusting become frantic and messy. Desperate. Listens to Kyojuro beg the demon to cum inside, and the growl the reverberates through the trees at the request.
If he invited Kyojuro to an onsen tomorrow would he see bruises in the shape of handprints around his hips? On his neck?
The though is interrupted by a keen coming from Kyojuro, the demon’s voice saying how perfectly he takes it each time. How good he feels. How much he loves him. Kyojuro moans in response, words failing but heart thumping in pure adoration. He feels so good, so satisfied. So happy.
That makes Tengen finally snap out of, forcing his hand away from himself and doing his best to go back in the direction they came. He’s never heard that sound from Kyojuro before, and for a second time tonight a burning jealousy sears his insides because that should be him making Kyojuro feel so good, so satisfied, happy. But it’s not.
So of course Tengen looks the other way when Kyojuro finally comes back, saying the demon nearby was taken care of. He’s too ashamed to meet Tengen’s eyes, the slight limp further incriminating him. Tengen can see bruises peeking out just above the hem of the uniform, visible for a moment before being obscured by his hair.
Kyojuro isn’t a good liar. Even if Tengen couldn’t hear the melody rattling out of Kyojuro, it would be obvious, almost painfully so. He looks absolutely debauched, a flush on his face that doesn’t come from the speed he undoubtedly ran here with. But Kyojuro is his best friend, and he sounds so happy, so Tengen will play along.
After adjusting his pants, of course.