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Tetsurou walks in to the throne room to see Demon King Oikawa sprawled on his throne. He’s sat sideways, legs over the arm of the chair as he kicks his foot in place. “Good afternoon Tetsurou~”
Tetsurou walks up and kneels before him. He doesn’t like the way King Oikawa’s arrogance sits on his face. Usually it’s fun to rile him up and tease him but there’s something angry and hurt in his eyes. Tetsurou steels himself for whatever nonsense is about to come his way. “What will you have me do today?”
“Can you pop over to our friends and see how they’re doing?”
Tetsurou rolls his eyes. “You want me to waste my time doing something a scrying spell could manage?”
King Oikawa shifts so he’s sitting correctly for once, his elbows coming to his knees as he sits forward. “A scrying spell can’t get control of them if I miscalculated.”
“You? Miscalculate?” Tetsurou scoffs. “Never.” King Oikawa knows Tetsurou is a more powerful demon than him. It allows Tetsurou a certain amount of insolence providing he keeps supporting Oikawa in his useless revenge against Kageyama Tobio.
“I know, it’s hard to believe.”
“What did you set up for them this time?”
“They’re passing through the cerulean mountains today.”
Tetsurou’s eyes narrow. He thinks quickly of budding times and pollen. “How did they end up there?”
“Unfortunate circumstance actually, would you believe a freak snow storm forced them to change their route.”
“Mmm.” Tetsurou shifts in place, annoyed that he lets an abrasive shit like Oikawa play powerful. “What’s the end goal of getting Kageyama’s troupe to fuck?” He heaves a resigned breath. “Is that why you sent them to the mountains when the azure blossoms will be germinating?”
“So smart, Tetsu-chan!” The king claps. “I figured the little red head will either fuck the cleric or Tobio-chan.”
Tetsurou clenches his jaw at the mention of Kenma. The thought of him sleeping with Hinata raises Tetsurou’s hackles. He forces out a laugh. “I like that you still pretend you don’t know all their names.”
“Shirmpy and grumpy.” King Oikawa amends with a careless wave of his hand.
“What will that prove?”
“If Shirmpy reacts to Tobio first there’s no way the spores won’t force a heat. I don’t see their little group lasting longer than a week after something like that happens.”
“And Kenma? You think the azure would affect him?” The deep blue spores of the azure blossoms only enhance and cause heat in anyone or anything already predisposed to it. If Kenma and Hinata went into a heat together it would have to mean there was a mutual interest between the two.
Tetsurou pushes aside the way the thought lodges in his throat and makes it hard to breathe. There is no reason for him to be overly fond of the mage and yet…
“I’ve seen enough interest in Shirmpy to know it’s a possibility. And if it happens that’d be even better. I wouldn’t be surprised if Tobio killed Grumpy in an act of confused jealousy.” Oikawa looks giddy about the prospect.
Tetsurou digs sharp nails into his palms. “Sounds like you’ve thought of everything except – ” Tetsurou lets out a sincere laugh. “Oh, Tooru. You’re worried Hajime has fallen for one of them, aren’t you?”
Oikawa is stiff in his chair. “There wouldn’t be a need for Iwa-chan to get involved.”
“You have miscalculated.” He’s still smiling. “You want me to go and protect Hajime’s virtue is that it? In case he’s decided he’s had enough of you and wants to taste the only man more skilled with a bow than you.”
Oikawa stands, clearly angered at the thought of Kageyama and Iwaizumi together in anyway. “You’ll do as I ask without the commentary.” He walks down the steps from his throne. “You’re dismissed.”
“Yes, my king.” ~
Tetsurou is able to locate them easily enough thanks to Hinata’s susceptibility to his detection spell. A quick teleportation and he’s watching their group make its way toward the mountain pass. He sets his sight on Kenma, forces a message out of his mind and into Kenma’s. “Guess who.”
Kenma's still for just a moment, a blink and you’ll miss it second. Then he keeps walking his eyes now scanning around for Tetsurou. He gets a reply in his mind. “Someone not worth my time.”
Tetsurou tsks, “Aw, Kenma. You’ll hurt my feelings speaking like that.”
“You have feelings? That’s news to me.”
Tetsurou smiles. A few months ago, Kenma would have ignored him completely. Now he gets to indulge in Kenma’s smart mouth whenever he wants to. “Fine. I won’t tell you why I’m here.”
The silence only lasts a minute or two before Kenma breaks and responds. “Tell me then leave us alone.”
“Set up camp where you are. Another kilometer or two and it’ll be too late.”
Tetsurou watches Kenma stop his party. A conversation happens between them that Tetsurou is not privy to before he sees them begin unpacking to stay the night in the forest. He waits the hours it takes for Kenma’s turn to be on watch. A message of Kenma’s sending tickles at the back of his brain. “You didn’t leave, did you?”
“Did I agree I would?”
“Wishful thinking.”
“Do your rounds and I’ll come find you.” Tetsurou tells him and Kenma listens. As much as he protests and complains and argues that he can’t stand Tetsurou, he always listens. Out of earshot from Kenma’s group, Tetsurou walks into his eyeline. “Good mage, it’s nice to see you again.”
Kenma’s hand is tightly clenched around his staff. “What is he planning?”
“Would you like to see?” Tetsurou asks. His sharp teeth on display in the dancing light of Kenma’s magic.
Kenma scans his eyes, paused in contemplation before he nods his head. “Show me.”
Tetsurou’s skin tingles in anticipation. He knows Kenma will hate him a little for it but he can’t stop himself. He wants to see Kenma in frenzied lust, wants to be the only one who can make it better.
He leads Kenma through the forest to the start of the mountain path. Along the rocks sit the bright blue buds of the azure plant, ready and waiting to split in two. Kenma’s eyes recognise them but it’s too late. In a burst of iridescent spores, Tetsurou and Kenma are covered.
Kenma pushes hard into Tetsurou’s chest with clenched fists. “You bastard.” His teeth are bared, his eyes full of hatred. Tetsurou feeds on it. “You knew this was here. You led me here.”
Tetsurou takes Kenma’s wrists in his hands. “And now I’ll make it better.” He pulls Kenma close and kisses him. The kiss isn’t kind or sweet. It’s needy and desperate, just like Tetsurou feels.
“Fuck.” Kenma swears. The hands that were pushing Tetsurou away begin tearing at his clothes. He pulls off Tetsurou’s cape, tugs at the ties of Tetsurou’s pants.
“There’s no point in pretending you don’t want it.” Tetsurou helps Kenma remove each layer of clothing. “We both know that’s not how heat flowers work.”
Kenma is too smart not to be aware of their magical properties. Kenma wants this. Kenma wants Tetsurou. Regardless of his demonic heritage, regardless of his allegiance to Oikawa. Tetsurou has been able to root himself in Kenma’s mind and there’s no point in denying it.
“Shut up.” Kenma bites at Tetsurou’s bottom lip until it bleeds. He reaches up grips Tetsurou’s horns. “Suck me off.” He demands and Tetsurou obliges.
If Tetsurou stops for a moment to analyse his obsession with this human, maybe he’d see that his desperation to bring Kenma here had less to do with fucking him and more to do with the burn Tetsurou feels in the knowledge that deep down Kenma must want to be with him. Kenma pulls on Tetsurou’s horns until Tetsurou is forced to take Kenma to the root. He coughs on Kenma’s cock, tears springing to his eyes as he’s forced to swallow him down.
Whether due to his size or his humanity, the azure seems to be affecting Kenma more quickly Tetsurou. Tetsurou can just feel it begin to tickle at the base of his skull, to make his skin more sensitive and his needs more urgent. He pushes on Kenma’s hips, finally removing Kenma’s cock from this throat.
Kenma whines above him. “Kuro. Please.”
Tetsurou turns Kenma around, forces him down on all fours. Kenma gasps when Tetsurou spreads his ass cheeks apart and licks across his hole. He pushes his tongue into the tight ring, licks and sucks, wanting and needing to make a mess of Kenma’s body. He bites on one of Kenma’s cheeks. “I want to eat you whole.”
He reaches forward to grab Kenma’s cock. He’s leaking so much, Kenma’s usual lust heightened by the heat pollen in his system. Tetsurou milks him while he continues to eat him out. “Ah, Kuro – can you – I need it.” Kenma’s eyes are blown wide, his mouth hangs slack as desperate sounds leave it.
Tetsurou pushes three fingers into Kenma at once. There’s barely any resistance to the intrusion, both of their bodies being made ready to fuck. Kenma’s back arches, his fingers rake through the dirt as Tetsurou fucks him on his hand.
“That’s it, cleric.” He soothes a hand down Kenma’s back before smacking his ass twice in quick succession. “You’re made for me.” This happens to him every time. Even without the azure, Tetsurou can’t help but mumble and moan every romantic thought Kenma makes him feel. The fool. “Perfect for me.”
Tetsurou pulls at his own cock, drawing thick liquid from the tip. He makes his hand wet with it, pushes it into Kenma’s body. Kenma growls at him, “I’m ready.”
Tetsurou lines himself up with Kenma’s hole and pushes in until they both fall forward. He covers Kenma’s body with his own, lays them flat against the grassy spot they call their bed. Kenma’s hands are above his head when Tetsurou wraps his own hands around them, almost holding them but not quite. It’s perfect for them. The almost there romanticism of it. Tetsurou could never be allowed to hold Kenma’s hand properly but he can hold him like this.
Tetsurou’s head is feeling farther and farther away from him. Every thought he tries to hold in his mind leaves him in an instant. All he is is want and all he wants is Kenma. “Good mage.” He whispers into Kenma’s ear before sucking and biting at Kenma’s neck. Any other night Kenma would scold him for marking him so brazenly. Tonight, Kenma moans at the feeling, writhing in enjoyment.
Tetsurou fucks Kenma deep and fast. His hips loudly slapping against Kenma’s backside again and again. Maybe it’s the magic of the azure, maybe it’s the connection that Tetsurou is convinced he has with Kenma, whatever it is Tetsurou feels something inside him snap and shift. Kenma is his. And he will do whatever he needs to protect that. A brief desire to use the word love springs to Tetsurou’s mind and he bites it back. That word isn’t for someone born of the abyss.
“Kuro.” Kenma is rutting against the crumpled fabric of his robe below him. “Feels so good. So full.”
“Yes.” Tetsurou’s whole body vibrates with the compliment, with Kenma admitting it. “I’ll make you feel good. I’ll always make you feel good.”
“Always.” Kenma nods, he moves his hand to cling tighter to Tetsurou’s. “Always.”
Tetsurou growls, bites hard with too sharp teeth onto Kenma’s shoulder. He tastes blood as he comes inside Kenma’s willing body. Kenma lets out a final gasp as he comes still stuffed with Tetsurou’s come and cock.
They lay like that, Tetsurou still covering him, holding him, inside him, while their breathing settles and hormones level off. Kenma shifts, pushes an elbow into Tetsurou’s side. Tetsurou reluctantly rolls off.
Kenma grabs his robe, looks embarrassed by what they just did. Tetsurou is confused for a moment. They’ve slept together before. Their actions are nothing new. But their words are – Kenma’s words are.
Always. Tetsurou licks at dry lips. “You should go before another blossom bursts.”
Kenma nods. “I’ll see you again?” He won’t meet Tetsurou’s eye.
Tetsurou nods. “Until next time.” 💕