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Ever since whatever happened in Sumeru, for all the trouble he's caused, Scara had been sent back to Inazuma. Where he originated from and where his creator he so despised was.
And traveler has been looking out for him along with his two companions. The little fairy and.. a samurai.
He wasn't really allowed to leave their side, they'd always be there to supervise him. And it would be like this until he's proven that he's really changed.
It was very irritating, given that he didn't have much alone time. All because they think he'd be plotting something if they had their backs turned for more than five minutes. Well, perhaps he would be.
Right now they were eating at the dining table together, inside the traveler's teapot.
They were all staring at their food that was presented in front of them while he watched intently with his eyes narrowed. It was his turn to cook for them, so he made his signature dish.
Others would assume that he must've been pretty confident in his cooking skills, but the truth and something he wouldn't really admit was that he was a bit nervous they wouldn't like it.
"Are you sure this isn't perhaps.. poisoned?" Aether asks as he glanced at the food, hesitant to try.
"T-That's what paimon is wondering too!! But it kinda looks.. good!?" The fairy says as she stared at her plate, practically drooling. Of course she was, that tiny thing would eat anything.
While the samurai remained silent, his expression was calm. Crimson eyes soft, only waiting for the others to start eating so he could as well.
Scara clicked his tongue. "Ugh, are you kidding me?? Just eat the damn food already, I literally wasted my time making that." He replies, feeling annoyed with just how much those two didn't trust him. Uhm, it made sense given the amount of times he tried to assassinate the traveler..
"I think we should give it a try. We wouldn't like to waste the effort that our companion has put into making this, right?" Kazuha glances at Aether and Paimon and gives them a small smile.
The fairy grumbles. "Uhh okay!! fine!! this better taste as good as it looks!"
"Well.. let's dig in." The blonde traveler replies a bit nervously.
They all took a spoon of the dish and shoved it into their mouths.
...
There was a moment of silence, as they tried to savour the taste to see how good or bad it was.
After a few moments they start munching on the food like starved animals while Kazuha looked at the two amused, he carried on eating his own meal slowly, and still with proper manners.
In no time, their plates were all empty as they all had expressions of content across their faces. They all look at Scara who was at the other side of the long table.
"So you guys are finished? All of you quit gawking and wash the damn dishes." He demands but clearly amused that they were able to finish it all.
The samurai nods. "Of course, it is only courteous that we are the ones to clean up after you have provided us with such a delicacy."
A blush starts spreading across Scara's face at the compliment he received but he quickly stood up and turned his back to hide it. "Yea of course. Whatever, I'm.. going to bed now." He mutters.
He left the dining room and went upstairs.
Kaedehara Kazuha.
Ugh, no. He wasn't supposed to feel like this for anyone, especially for that guy. This was all wrong. He's starting to hate himself for having this weird feeling in his gut.
But.. Archons. He couldn't help it.
Kazuha was so pretty, his crimson eyes were alluring, his hair looked so soft and silky.. and his voice was so..
Okay. He needed this to stop.
This new odd feeling he's been experiencing has been going on for weeks now. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head everytime but they would just keep coming back. At this point, he didn't know how to deal with it anymore.
A few knocks erupted on his door as he sat on the bed, snapping him out of his trance.
He stood up from his bed to go and open the door.
"What do you⸻
want.."
Oh.
"Kazuha."
In front of his door stood the blonde samurai with a soft smile on his face.
"Good evening, Scara. I just wanted to check up on you to see if you're alright."
"Of course I'm fine." He answers.
Kazuha gives a light nod, already used to his cold attitude by now.
"Am I allowed to come in your room then?" He asks.
Scara raises a brow as he now grew curious as to what exactly this guy wanted from him.
He scoffed.
"And what are we supposed to do inside my room?"
Kazuha hums, pretending to think for a moment. "We could have a chat perhaps?"
"I don't do that. And I don't want to."
The samurai doesn't seem to be bothered by the rejection as he held the same calm expression.
"I see, alright then, goodnight."
As he was about to leave, a hand latches onto his clothing.
"Wait."
He grins and turns back to look at him.
"Yes?"
Scara looked hesitant for a moment.
"Fine. We can have a chat, now come here before I change my mind." He walks back inside his room.
And Kazuha happily follows him as he entered the room as well.
Come to think of it, the samurai had done this a few times now. But he still couldn't figure out why. Was this part of some sort of plan of his? Was he trying to gain his trust or something?
He also seemed to be persistent about it. And then every single time, he couldn't help but give in and let him in his room at night.
But.. every single night would just end up with them having conversations about, anything. And mostly Kazuha rambling about certain things.
They laid beside each other on the bed but with some space between them.
He doesn't keep track of the time but they've been talking to each other in his room for some time now.
This time, Kazuha mostly spoke about his poetry. Although Scara isn't that interested in those kinds of things, though he never said anything against it. Or to stop him from talking. He liked his voice, it was calming that it could be something that could lull him to sleep.
"Can we cuddle?" The samurai suddenly asked.
Huh?
He was a bit taken aback by Kazuha's sudden request. A shade of red slowly tinting his face. Struggling to find a way to reply.
He was glad there weren't any lights turned on and his room was currently dark as he repeatedly opened and closed his mouth as he tried to look for something to say to that.
"You idiot why the hell would we cuddle?"
Kazuha shifts and turns to look at him and moves closer. "Because well.. I feel lonely. And I want to cuddle you." He always spoke honestly and full of sincerity.
Their faces were inches away from each other as Scara started feeling something pool in his gut. His heart would have been beating like crazy right now if he had one. He tensed.
Without a word, Kazuha puts his hand on the other's waist and pulls him into a warm embrace.
They stayed still in each other's arms for a few moments. Neither of them said anything until Kazuha spoke again.
"Scara I just want to be honest with you.."
No. No way. This is the part where he confesses that this was all just an elaborate plan to trick me or something worse. These kinds of things had always happened whenever I got too close to a human, damnit.
Quickly, he pulled away and got up to pin Kazuha.
He covered the samurai's mouth with his hand before he could continue.
"No. I don't want to hear what you have to say."
A few moments of utter silence passed and Kazuha didn't make an attempt to continue on what he was about to say, given that it was useless since a hand was covering his mouth. For a moment he hesitated, but finally he removes his hand from the samurai's mouth.
"Well.. this position we're in right now is quite, questionable but it's not that I'm complaining." He says with a slightly sheepish tone.
Scara started blushing intensely as he realized he was on top of and straddling the samurai. And before he could get off, Kazuha's hands were placed on his waist, holding him still.
"What are you t⸻"
Kazuha interrupts him. "Since you don't want to hear what I have to say, why don't I show you instead, through actions?" He says as he brings up a hand to tuck a strand of Scara's hair behind his ear.
"So you're going to kill me?" He asked in an irritated tone.
Kazuha wondered where he got that from, he found it silly but not surprising, considering the thought was coming from none other than an ex fatui harbinger.
"No." He answered his question with a small whisper. But he was aware that he heard it.
Putting one of his hands on the back of Scara's head as his fingers met with indigo locks, he pushes the latter down on him gently.
Scara was met with a warm sensation, he felt fuzzy all over, it was weird but good. He didn't know exactly what was happening but he wouldn't complain if he could stay feeling like this for eternity.
The melting sensation didn't last too long as the samurai retreated for air. Their lips pulled away from each other. Scara only stared down at him as the other gasped for breath. His indigo eyes glazed as their faces still had close proximity.
Kazuha smiled and his expression so soft as his eyes gleamed with fondness and affection.
He leaned in for another kiss. And Scara didn't complain, only returning his actions. He wasn't going to act like he didn't want something like this for once. Having been craving this kind of affection for so long, he realized.
Many days of loneliness, he had been craving for someone to touch him with such affinity. Maybe then the aching gap in his center would be healed, or rather, filled.
Their kisses soon became messier and sloppier as Kazuha switched their positions and Scara was now the one under. And he grabs the blonde's neck to keep him tangled with him as if he'd flee away and never return if he didn't do that.
Soon, Kazuha pulled away once more to catch his breath as he said something.
"I'm going to continue and if you want me to stop just tell me and I'll stop immediately, alright?"
The raven haired only nods at him, his mind feeling a bit hazy from their kissing. And the fact that this was his first time kissing someone despite all his years of living and roaming tevyat.
"Words, please."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just continue with what you were doing earlier, I want more." He demanded while reaching out to put his arms around the other's neck once more.
The blonde chuckled. "I did not expect you'd be this needy dear, but I'll happily oblige." A grin creeping up onto his face.
"Shut up. I told you I don't want to hear your stupid words." Scara replies, turning his head to the side trying to hide his embarrassed expression.
Kazuha shuts up and stays silent just like what he told him to. Instead he gets to work and slowly starts removing the layers of cloth that the puppet wore.
Scara didn't exactly know how any of this worked, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was totally inexperienced in this sort of thing. So he lets the other carry on and take the lead.
It didn't take long before he was fully undressed underneath him. His pale and untouched skin in full view for him to see. He was perfect like an angel, so beautiful and ethereal.
"Stop staring." Scara says, his eyes still drifted elsewhere as he didn't want to make eye contact with him feeling too embarrassed.
Kazuha laughed softly and started trailing kisses all over his body. Practically worshipping him with his lips. Then he started nipping at his pale neck and the other lets out a small noise as he held him by his collar to stop him for a moment. "Wait. A-Aren't you going to undress too?"
"Ah, of course." The blonde moves back away from him to quickly start discarding his clothing.
And the other stares in awe as he saw his well defined body, with a few scars that littered here and there. He was not very muscular but he was still well built.
He noticed him ogling but he didn't call him out for it and paid it no mind.
And as the blonde moved back close to him, he couldn't help but let his eyes drift down to see his length.
He swallowed at the sight.
Kazuha was also kinda short in height so he didn't really expect this.
"Scara-" The samurai tried to get his attention to him.
"Kunikuzushi."
"What?"
"Call me Kunikuzushi."
"Isn't that your old name.. traveler said-"
"I don't care right now just call me that."
"Alright.."
Kazuha cupped his cheek and started stroking softly. He smiled.
"Do you have any lube?" He suddenly asked.
Kunikuzushi didn't know what they needed that here for so he raised a brow at him.
"No.. why?"
The blonde clicked his tongue. "Ah, that's alright, we can improvise." He reassured.
Kuni still didn't know what he meant but.. alright.
He puts two of his fingers in front of the latter's mouth. And indigo eyes only stared at him confused.
"Open your mouth."
The raven haired obeyed, but a bit nervous at the sudden shift in his aura.
Usually Kazuha emitted sunshines but it was different.. right now.
As he put his fingers inside his mouth, Kuni caught on what to do and started sucking.
Then he released Kazuha's fingers with a wet pop.
His fingers dripped with his warm saliva glistening.
And then he grabbed the raven haired's thighs and lifted them up and spreads them apart to get access to his hole. His dick already hard and standing up as the blonde began to tease his hole.
Kuni let out a noise that he didn't know he could make when Kazuha inserted a finger, and then another. As he started thrusting in and out, as the other let out a string of moans, melody to his ears.
He tried to loosen him up a bit. As he started to make a scissoring motion inside of him. And he started thrusting faster as Kuni started tearing up and bucking his hips to get his fingers deeper inside.
The moans he let out got louder and louder as Kazuha started stroking his dick as well and soon enough he came in his hands with a whimper.
The samurai observed his hand covered with his lover's slick with an amused expression.
And Kuni watches in shock as he licks some off his hand and quickly wipes the rest off.
He suddenly realizes that Kazuha was already at his entrance, teasing his hole with his tip until he finally entered him in one smooth motion.
The raven haired let out another loud whimper as he felt like he was about to be split in half by Kazuha's dick. Though the blonde was nice enough to give him a few moments to adjust to his length until he started thrusting into him.
Noises of lewd moans and skin slapping against skin filled the once quiet room.
And Kunikuzushi was so tight that Kazuha didn't think he'd last any longer. So he started plunging into him faster and harder.
Kuni clawed at his lover's back, unintentionally making scratch marks as he got railed by one of the traveler's companion. And if you asked him months ago, this was the last thing he would have expected.
The blonde let out a groan as he held him by his waist and leaned down next to his ear.
"I-I think I'm.. close." He whispered, his voice came out rough.
The raven haired tried to respond but only another whimper came out of him as the other's trust became sloppier and uneven.
He could feel that he himself was close as well as he grabbed Kazuha by his ponytail and he responded with a groan. The latter kept on hitting his prostrate until he saw stars.
He practically screamed Kazuha's name as he came, both their abdomens painted white. Not long after, Kazuha followed and came inside him with a loud groan as he was filled with his warm cum.
They both panted, out of breath and their hair messy as the blonde pulled out, his cum overflowing out his hole as he plopped beside the raven haired man.
He grabs him by his waist once more and pulls him in for a cuddle. The raven haired's face buried in his chest so he couldn't see how he was blushing but also would be glaring daggers at him.
"Fuck you." He muttered quietly.
The samurai softly chuckled as he closed his eyes.
"Yeah, I just did that already."
.
.
.
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Kunikuzushi felt sore all over as he woke up from the sunlight shining on his face. He looks around and realizes that Kazuha was no longer beside him, so he gets dressed and goes downstairs.
And he goes to the kitchen to see Paimon and Aether sitting at the table, waiting as Kazuha made them breakfast. He looked as decent as he always was with his hair messy but still neatly kept in a ponytail. And his clothes were properly put as he turned with a plate of pancakes in his hand.
Paimon drools at the sight. His crimson eyes lock with indigo ones as he grinned.
"Good morning, Scara."
Only now did the two notice his presence and turned to look at him. Their faces soon turn into a horrified expression and the raven haired raises a brow, confused. As he looks down on what he might have had on him and.. Oh.
He quickly realizes the hickeys that littered his collarbone and neck as he immediately tried to hide it with his clothing but to no avail.
His face was painted with a deep flush as he wasn't able to look at them in the eyes. "I can exp⸻"
"Save it." Aether responds as he palms his face with a hand. "We know. We heard everything last night."
Paimon was silent for once pretending that she didn't know what was going on as she quickly started eating the pancakes that Kazuha made.
It didn't take a second before Scara had already started running out of the kitchen and Aether only snickers and turns to look up at Kazuha.
"Go and fetch him. And next time, please be more quiet." Aether complained.
And the samurai only responded with a nod, a faint blush on his face.