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Working for the ever esteemed Sound Hashira Tengen Uzui and his three wives- there was never a dull moment. Serving their house as a Kakushi, you got to see many things.
You are paid nicely by the Oyakata, so whatever you see while working on the estate grounds? Stayed on the estate grounds.
Uzui was a good man who took care of his wives. In more ways than one. You've seen him gently feed them sashimi with happy laughter and banter filling the room. You've tended to his wives' care when they were alone or without him. They were all very busy ninja Slayers so you took over most of the work alongside a few others who stayed with you.
But that also means that you've seen plenty of times when Sir Uzui has had one of his wives bent over or his head curled between their thighs more than a handful of step-ins. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of being found out by his Kakushi and it was beginning to unnerve you as you would pause, take in the sight in surprise, and ever so slowly back away closing a door behind you. His wives always ask their Kakushi, in a joking manner you hoped, if they wanted to join.
You personally always turned it down and they always joked about if you "changed your mind one day".
You couldn't really see yourself as such, always the more ' conservative' type for your own body. To be so open as they are, you wondered how they did so daily.
It was a warm summer night, the wives were out on a mission together while Uzui was coming home after being gone for almost a whole month. His crow asked for a bath to be prepared so you hurriedly boiled the water and got the hot bath ready for him. Throwing in dried herbs that are good for moisturizing the skin since you know he is going to ask for it.
What you weren't expecting was for a Kakushi's assistance in the tub to be requested.
When you came in, you saw the peek of his knees above the soapy liquid as his arms were sprawled over the lip of the tub. He was relaxed and leaned back as his eyes met yours.
"Good. You're finally here. My wives are not here and I am feeling quite sore in my arms. Can you get my back for me?" He held out the rag he had sitting in the steaming water with a small dangle in between his large fingers and you were grateful for your uniform mask as your face grew hot under it.
His eyes held playful mirth as you took him in without his eye makeup and silvery white hair. The closer you got, the more you took notice of his strikingly snow-colored tendrils that seemed to turn into a light lavender when it was wet and sticking to the thick cording of his shoulders and neck. His eyes sparkled like rubies as he watched your fingers take the cloth in his hands and he bent forward for you to get a full view of his muscular back.
You did your utmost best to keep a straight face. Your hands dipped the cloth into the water to rewarm and you went to wash and scrub his back.
"Would you mind getting my hair as well since you're here?"
You held the gulp you wanted to make as drool pooled in your mouth and you willed yourself steady as you answered. "I can do that for you."
As time went on he began to talk about how hard his last mission was. It was a paralysis demon, any bit of its venom made your muscles tight and sore, locking you in place. He boasted about being strong and fighting through the pain, but it resulted in some muscles being pulled and some even being torn from sheer exertion itself.
"Well, we're always happy to have you back home and safe, Sir."
"Oh? So you guys do miss me when I'm not home." He states matter of factly and you held the feeling to roll your eyes at him.
"You go out to protect us almost every day from these demons. The least we can do is make things a bit easier for you. That is what we're here for."
He hummed in affirmation and when you washed the soap off from his back he leaned back down by directing your hand on his thick and hot shoulder to pull him gently. You release him and turn around to gather the hair wash as you suck in a deep breath slowly through your nose and back out just as slowly. Trying in any way to collect yourself as you lather it in your hands.
You turn back around and scrub it soothingly on his scalp. Digging the soft pads of your fingers into the slightly greasy hair and he gave a content hum as his head went lax and leaned back a bit. You were sure to rinse it properly before grabbing a small bucket and filling it with some of the bath water. Being careful not to stare or look in any general direction of where his privates were out of a sheer will and privacy and came back to gently rinse the soap out.
"Feels amazing…" He sighs and you turn to grab the conditioner and lather a bit of it in your fingers. When you turned around, you were met with his ruby gaze staring back up at you curiously. You paused for a moment but recovered to your best as your fingers trail through his hair first and then go to rub at his scalp again.
" You know… " His voice had surely the insinuation teasing lilt you all and well know and your fingers paused again as you closed your eyes and inhaled again to steel your nerves.
"Whatever it is, Sir Tengen. I do not want any part of it." You try try tryyyy to put the oomph to your voice. Try to not only convince him but also yourself that this man was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Awww, you're never any fun." He sounds equally like the wolf here before you and you held the shiver that made you grateful for the full-bodied uniform.
"I am here to merely do my job sir." You always adamantly say and you swore you've said that certain line to each of the Tengen's at this point.
"All work but no play." He pouts like a child with his lips pursed as his finger twirls in the water absently.
You say nothing in return as you grab the bucket with water still left in it and begin to rinse the conditioner out of his hair. It was silk to the touch and you felt proud of your work.
"I'm done washing your hair Sir. I will be going now."
"Yeah yeah. Thank you." He waves you off and before you open the door he spoke up again, "Could you do one more thing for me? I know my friend Rengoku is in town. Can you send a crow for him inviting him to dinner?"
"Yes, Sir." You say in affirmation and leave out of the bathroom quickly to go write his invitation.
With the Flame Hashira here, the house was filled with loud laughter and boastful stories between the two while you were making sure Tengen's sake bottle was refilled from time to time after serving them.
It turned late into the night and the Flame Hashira decided to stay the night since Tengen's wives were not home. Saying he didn't want the Sound ninja to feel alone.
It was maybe 2-3 in the morning when you heard a thud. You left your room to go investigate, just in case it was a demon so you could notify the pillar of the house.
Pushing the shoji quietly, you tip-toed as best you could through the halls as you listened. What you saw as you walked surprised you more than anything interrupting the decades to come.
Tengen had a handful of the Flame Hashira's hair in one hand while the other was propped up on the futon below. They were both in a searing kiss as Rengoku's hakama was undone in quite the state of disarray. Showing off the hard-on he quite well sported underneath the loincloth upon his hips that were being propped up by Tengen's.
Tengen, who loomed above him, groaned as his hips rutted against Rengoku's slowly. His own hakama left nothing to the imagination as it was wide open and the tip of his cock poked out from the top of his own loincloth.
They separated and those ruby eyes caught yours in such a heated stare that you grew hot in many places as you were frozen in staring.
"Good night (L/n)." He says with a wolfish grin before he leans over to close the shoji door fully. The sounds of small moans were now muffled from the paper door.
Ohhh shit.
Your feet were on autopilot as you stumbled your way back to your room.
Well. That was certainly a different type of demon indeed.
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The next morning, everything was going just as it usually does. The Flame Hashira left early that morning with a smile and some onigiri from you before departing.
When Tengen came in with his hakama open enough to show the uppermost of his abs, you looked away back to packing the rest of your onigiri with seaweed as your face burned on your cheeks.
"If you're worried if my wives know, don't worry they do."
"I never said I was Sir."
"The look on your face last night had me think otherwise."
"What you do in your free time is none of my concern. I merely come here to help you in your household."
You weren't expecting hands on either side of you on the counter to trap any escape you could think and a shiver went up your back as you stood straight.
"What you saw in there stays in this house. Are we clear? Kyojuro wishes to keep it that way."
His breath was hot on your ear and you could feel the skip in your heart. "Y-Yes Sir."
"Good. I'm going to be getting ready to meet with Oyakata. Get me lunch ready for the day please."
"Y-Yes Sir."
With that, he was out of the kitchen and you were left sweating from the pressure he just placed on you.
Damn that wolf in sheep's clothing.