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Giyuu’s eyes focused on the slayer before him. Tall, broad, and plenty intimidating.
His own cobalt blue meet deep purple which stare at him. He can see the conflicting thoughts in them, the unease, the desire.
He reaches a hand up, nails digging into the stone he held himself on, pulling himself further out of the lake. Water glides down his desaturated blue skin, the spotty-stripes flicking with bioluminescence lighting, flashing the slayer’s face with silver-blue colors, illuminating his perfectly framed face.
He settles with his stomach and chest pressed against the stone below him, his arms now loosely holding himself up, his long tail dangling just a tad below him, mostly still in the water.
“You’re here to do your job, aren’t you?” He said it in the tone of a question, but they both knew it wasn’t. Michikatsu was here to kill him, at least that’s what he’s supposed to do.
Finally, Michikatsu’s mind returns to his body, and he forces his posture to straighten. He opened his mouth to speak, but his mind blanked.
“You’re.. beautiful.” Michikatsu muttered before he could even stop himself, he felt his face warm a little in a mix of embarrassment and want.
A small smile graced Giyuu’s lips, and the sight of it made Michikatsu’s heart stutter in his chest.
It’s just his blood demon art. I’m falling in his trap, Michikatsu tried to tell himself, tried to ground himself, but he couldn’t. His mind spun in a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts and emotions, but the most prominent ones were the ones telling him to hold this beautiful, perfect demon close, to his kiss soft lips, to hold him by the hips-
“You’re not bad to look at yourself, Michikatsu” Giyuu’s words broke him out of his thoughts, the demon pulled himself further up until his bare chest was no longer pressed on the stone, holding himself up with only his hands, his long and slender tail now coiling around the protruding boulder like a serpent curling around it’s victim.
The way Giyuu stares at him, like he’s some delectable steak prepared in only the finest seasonings, cooked medium rare..
“You know, Michikatsu” The demon began once more. “For a Hashira, you seem to be having quite the trouble killing me, don’t you?” He tilted his head slowly to the left, the bulb lure attached to his forehead twitched, flickering with light, as did the rest of his markings.
“This is the 5th time you’ve come to kill me, and you haven’t even gotten around to unsheathing your katana. I’m almost starting to believe you just.. want to see me?” Giyuu teased, his pointed fangs poked out from under his lips.
Michikatsu can’t help when his mind wanders, wondering what it might feel like for those fangs to sink into his skin, to taste his blood..
He forces the thought down. He’s supposed to take this demon’s life. This demon who has slaughtered hundreds- if not thousands of innocent people.
“Nor have you. You’ve had every opportunity to kill me, yet you do not even attempt to attack..” Michikatsu thought out loud, earning an amused hum from the siren’s lips.
“Well, darling,” Giyuu started. That nickname made Michikatsu’s breathing hitch. “You’re quite entertaining, I must admit. Perhaps you’re not the only one who simply enjoys the company of the enemy?” Giyuu tilted his head to the right now, slowly extending further, leaning closer to the Hashira.
“I do not enjoy..” he hesitated “..your company, demon.” Michikatsu stated, clenching his fists, but his body was quick to relax when Giyuu’s hand, faintly damp and soft when he reached for the slayer’s shoulder, sliding across the fabric of his haori, then uniform, until he got to the small amount of his neck uncovered, and to his cheek.
“I know what you really want, Michikatsu.” Giyuu slowly pulled the Hashira closer, and Michikatsu couldn’t find it in himself to resist, simply allowing himself to be moved.
“I see the way your eyes trace my body. Or perhaps you think I wouldn’t notice? Do you think you’re sneaky, when you glance back after claiming you’re leaving?” Giyuu drapes himself over the Hashira, both arms resting over his shoulders, body suspended between the human’s frame and the boulder he rested on.
Giyuu was so close, their faces hardly inches apart. It took more self-control than Michikatsu would ever admit to stay still, his mind plagued with traitorous thoughts.
“I know not what you speak of.” Michikatsu’s eyes narrowed just a bit, but they both knew that was a lie. He wasn’t entirely sure why he bothered denying it anymore, perhaps it was pride, or some lingering sense of loyalty to the corps..
“Then prove it. Shove me off of you, kill me, right now.” The demon insisted, his tail slowly slithering off the rock to now perch on the Hashira instead. “End this tonight. I won’t stop you, Michikatsu. You’ll be able to tell all of your friends and colleagues that you killed Uppermoon 4.”
Michikatsu’s hand was settled just beside the hilt of his katana. He could do it, he could grab it and take this demon’s life right now.
But he never does. He never moves to grab it.
Michikatsu’s hands move to the demon’s hips, and he mentally curses himself for not doing this sooner. He never expected the demon’s skin to be so.. irresistibly soft.
He trails one hand up to the demon’s back and finally settles on his shoulder blades. Giyuu’s own hand, webbed and with sharp claws, tangled into Michikatsu’s long, dark hair.
“Giyuu..” Michikatsu’s voice was hardly a whisper. “You’re.. irresistible.” The words left his mouth feeling like honey, sugary sweet but thick and sticky.
Giyuu let his lips grace Michikatsu’s jaw with a soft hum “I couldn’t possibly think of better words to describe you, Michikatsu.”
Michikatsu felt his skin burning, but in such a way he hoped it never stopped. His grip on Giyuu’s frame tightened, and finally the end of the demon’s tail coiled around the Hashira's legs, curling so tight it pulled them both together and Michikatsu toppled backwards, pinned under a demon who could kill him effortlessly.
“Look at you.. the strongest Hashira, he who invented his own breathing style.. trapped under a demon. And you don’t even resist” Giyuu spoke low into Michikatsu’s ear, clawed and webbed hands tightening in his hair, one trailing down to his shoulder and arm.
“I could kill you if I wanted to. Isn’t that right, Michikatsu?” Giyuu hummed, letting them come face to face again. “I could tear your throat out and taste your flesh. Certainly you’d be a meal I’d never forget.. but that’d be such a waste, wouldn’t it? To gobble you up all at once?”
Giyuu’s hand moved to unbutton half of Michikatsu’s uniform, sliding his haori and button-up off his shoulders before leaning back down, his fangs gleamed under the moonlight and reflected his own bioluminescence, which glowed brighter than Michikatsu has ever seen it.
Giyuu’s tail coiled tighter around the Hashira, practically squeezing the life out of him like an anaconda. But he couldn’t stop this if he tried.. he doesn’t, though. He doesn’t want to stop this.
Michikatsu felt a chill run down his body when Giyuu’s fangs grazed the skin on his shoulders, taunting him.
Giyuu traced his tongue over Michikatsu’s skin, coiling tighter and tighter around him, not bothering to care for how he was literally crushing Michikatsu.
He’s strong, he can handle it, Giyuu tells himself. He was confident in the slayer’s strength, he won’t be harmed by some squeezing.
Michikatsu’s nails dug into Giyuu’s skin at the feeling of the demon’s tongue dragging against his shoulder, his face and neck warm and flushed a vibrant red. He’s dreamed of this feeling, and he hates that those dreams always center this exact demon.
Finally, Giyuu presses his canines to Michikatsu’s skin, sinking them in until the Hashira’s warm blood spilled out, and the demon greedily licked it up as it flowed.
Michikatsu tightened his jaw to stifle the sounds that threatened to leave his throat, his heart rate spiked and his breathing stuttered, his entire body felt much too warm under the Demon’s cold skin.
To Giyuu, it didn’t matter if Michikatsu was or wasn’t marechi, his blood was addictingly sweet. He savored the flavor, planting a second, third- and even a fourth bite just to taste more of him, but he eventually decided to leave the slayer alone.
Giyuu’s vice-like grip on Michikatsu’s entire body loosened and he unraveled, sliding back and off of the slayer, closer to the water.
Michikatsu felt he couldn’t move for a few moments, simply dwelling in the experience that stopped all too soon. He wished it would’ve gone further, but he can be patient. He can wait until Giyuu wants to take it further.
Slowly, Michikatsu sat up, and he noticed his nails were faintly coated in crimson blood. He hadn’t even realized he was clawing Giyuu hard enough to break skin, but he didn't bother feeling bad. He knows it won’t affect Giyuu in the slightest.
He watches as the demon slinks backward, back towards the water. “You taste sweet, Hashira” Giyuu commented with a sly grin.
“I’d love to taste you again soon” was the last thing he heard of the demon before he turned and slipped back into the water, the surface hardly disturbed. He watched the demon’s long tail slowly trail back into the water, until he was completely gone.
Michikatsu simply stared for a moment, before he slowly stood to his feet. Reaching into his uniform, he took out some bandaging and wrapped it around his shoulder, covering the four bite marks Giyuu had left him with.
Once he was bandaged, he buttoned his uniform and fixed his haori, before he slowly turned and walked off.
He’s coming back next week..