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The slayers silently hoped the water hashira’s training is nicer than all of the others. Through Tanjiro’s words, he had said the water pillar was one of kindest person he had met, they all hope that his training is also.
Murata, after countless attempts at moving the boulder, had decided to abandon the stone hashira’s segment. On his and his fellow comrades' way to the water hashira’s estate, they got lost multiple times. The only reason they were able to enter the estate was because of one of the slayers shouting about what idiot would make an estate in the middle of the forest. Tomioka had heard the shouting and went to assist them, the girl quieted down so fast under his gaze and apologized immediately.
Murata had met Giyuu in the final selection. He was tasked with taking care of him by the peach haired kid. One of the guys who were there thought it was kinda ridiculous to have three people take care of one unconscious kid, nonetheless Sabito had saved them so they all took with minimal complaint.
Giyuu became more gorgeous as the years went by, Murata was first surprised at how different he looked, the Giyuu he shortly knew was more expressive and softer but then again he lost his best friend. It broke Murata’s heart to tell him he passed away, he could still remember his anguish cries.
As he was shamelessly gawking at the young water pillar, they had reached the inside of the estate, it looked really unused (is this where he actually lived?). Takeuchi had elbowed his stomach for him to focus.
“-so take a rest, in the morning we’ll start. Most rooms haven’t been used so feel free to choose your own. We’ll have yakiniku for dinner.” The water pillar immediately went away after that.
The lower ranks had been idly silent as he spoke but when he left their eye range, they spoke in hush voices.
“Phew, finally, a pillar who isn’t making us train the moment he sees us!”
“The water pillar is really pretty!”
“Is it just me or is this estate really bare?”
“Maybe he really doesn’t trust us with his actual home.”
As they all spoke, Takeuchi had pulled Murata aside. Murata had a questioning look but before he could ask he already spoke.
“So, what’s with your blatant ogling on the water hashira?” His best friends ask with a smug look.
“It’s nothing! He’s just…he looks prettier than before is all.” The man who’s been slaying demons for eight years looks down like an embarrassed teenage girl.
It's not his fault Giyuu Tomioka had the most aesthetically pleasing figure you could imagine, his pretty blue eyes with luxurious long eyelashes, his silky raven long hair that’s always tied in a ponytail, if you look closer you can see his pretty pink lips. His haori hides his figure but in Murata’s opinion the haori makes him even more unique!
One time, he and among other slayers were close to death in one scenario. The demon was a lower moon, they were all injured and were bound to die from blood loss if the demon hadn't killed them yet. Before the lower moon demon could end their lives, they were saved by a mysterious angel. Their aura was oozing strength and power, the demon they all had trouble even laying a scratch had been nicely sliced in one motion. The image of their savior was angelic, looking at them half delirious made their presence feel like a fever dream.
When the kakushis helped them, they all realized their angel was actually the demon slayer corps' very own water hashira. He made water breathing look so magical they all thought he was inhuman. Looking back, Murata thinks that all the pillars are inhuman.
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The morning came and they all were nervous for the upcoming torture. Would he make them carry large buckets of water? Or would he just start hitting them while telling them that they're weak? They all stood with gripping suspense.
They were surprised when the pillar had taken them to a waterfall. Immediately they were asking themselves if they could take another pain inducing waterfall shower. They were also surprised, when the pillar kicked them off the edge of the cliff.
“AAAAAAHHHHHH IS HE TRYING TO KILL US?!?!”
“THIS IS THE END OF THE TRAINING??? WE DIE?!?!”
“MOMMAHHHH”
They all screamed as the pillar looked down at them with his usual dead eyed face, it was as if it’s a daily thing for him to throw people off the ledge to die. He looks back to see the other slayers running like their lives depended on it, the pillar looked as if he doesn’t know why they’re running.
In a split of an eye, he was in their faces. It took him less than a minute to capture them all, the slayers yelped as they were thrown in with their other companions.
They saw the pillar looking down at them as they crawled out of the ice cold hell water.
He seemed to be looking at each of them before he unexpectedly walked into the cold water. Murata was amazed by how unaffected he looked, he didn’t even realize he was actually gone and pulled up two other slayer’s unconscious bodies.
After the conscious slayers went to look at the two, the pillar went to the edge. His always present detached look broken by his eyebrows furrowing. He looked deep in thought, Murata was determining whether or not to talk to him. He’s a hashira, one of the strongest soldiers they have, and he’s just a kanoe.
Murata then made a stupid decision and went up to the contemplating Giyuu, “So…what’s the reason for throwing us down the waterfall?” He then realized how informal he sounds. He quickly yelps out a “Sir!”. But the man still seems deep in thought.
Before Murata could scurry away in embarrassment he heard the man mumbling, “...was this how it was supposed to go?”
…What? Does he…not know what he’s doing? So he just threw us in cold hell for nothing?!?! The man’s eyes twitch as the pillar faces him. “Ah, Murata. How did you feel?”
“Cold. So…why the waterfall?” He remembered his name…
Giyuu looked even more far away, Murata was about to leave thinking he wasn’t going to answer.
“You’re supposed to be…part of the water.” What. Huh? Dipping us in ice is supposed to help us be one with the water and not make us one with the ice?
Murata then learned on how he was taught, he was the one to explain to all of the other slayers albeit making it seem more reasonable than just be water. Over the course of 4 days, they were subjected to another death inducing training and somehow make it worse than others since he mixed everything they learned from the other pillars into one. Giyuu Tomioka had taught them how to make their swordsmanship more fluid and stronger. Murata’s and Giyuu’s connection has gotten stronger too.
Murata was glad to be even friends with the water pillar but he wouldn’t mind being more personal with the hashira even though he knew it would likely be impossible.
The fifth night proved him wrong in so many ways.
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“So Tanjiro went inside my estate even though I never answered him, he then stayed there for like days on end. I thought that if I told him what I actually felt he would leave but no he said something and then I was reminded of him and…”
…Tomioka…is really chatty when he’s drunk. It’s only Murata and Giyuu in the room, they had been outside while the others ate dinner so in the middle of the night the two got hungry. One of the slayers bought two dozen bottles of sake, and the two started drinking when Murata suggested they try it.
Giyuu was on his 5th bottle while Murata was on his 2nd, as suspected the pillar has a more than average alcohol tolerance.
As he finished his bottle he admired Giyuu, he was smiling oh so heavenly as he talked on and on, his lips were so pretty he wanted to put his own against it and his hair was bobbing cutely as he giggled. He looked so much younger, he looked like his age… The kinoe wondered if this is what he would’ve looked like if demons didn’t exist. What would Murata even be if he still had his family?
Unbeknownst to him, Giyuu reciprocated his feelings. He wanted to press his lips against his opened mouth. And he did.
Murata was shocked as he saw Giyuu slowly coming close. Did he say something and he didn’t hear it? He tensed as he felt lips against his. He becomes self aware of the drool going down his mouth. He would move to clean it but Giyuu’s tongue is licking it up.
At first they were just pecking at each other and the next they’re full blown making out. Murata was sure they knocked some things as they moved, he tries to even their pacing but Giyuu isn’t having it, he kisses him as if he hadn’t consumed anything for days. Murata’s back is pressing the floor, he feels weight as they kiss, Tomioka is on his lap practically eating him up at this point.
They continue to fight with their tongues and bite each other’s lips until they feel a breaking point. They’re hot and bothered by their confinements. Murata feels like the world got hotter, he feels something wet pooling his clothes but it isn’t his. The pillar moans quietly as he grinds against the other’s bulge, Murata grimaces at the uncomfortable feeling of his underwear grating his cock.
The pillar suddenly got up and left his lap. Murata was worried that he did something wrong, he tried to sit up but a hand was placed on his tummy. He watched as Giyuu knelt between his legs and his other hand grabbing his belt just above his obvious hard on.
“Murata…Can I?” he softly asked as he pecked a kiss on the bulge of his pants. Murata feels like he’s in a dream, a wet dream, his surroundings are blurry and the only thing he could focus on was the amount of blood flowing to his dick and Giyuu Tomioka, one of the hashiras, one of the most powerful swordsman, kneeling in front of him. Murata was so starstruck he almost forgot to answer “Uhf-Of course! Please do…” the smile the other gave him, he might actually be in a dream.
He hears clothes rustling, Murata curses as the coldness of the midnight air hits his newly freed cock. He hears the other giggling cruelly, “Look at me, Murata.” He didn’t realize he had turned his head away and shut his eyes, when he looked below he saw Giyuu, with rose tinted cheeks, eyes glistening of lust, his hair was down highlighting the jadeness of his skin, his mouth was open, he was right beside his dick. Murata could feel the heat of his breath on his cock.
Giyuu used one of his hands to jerk the base of his cock as he peppered the top with tiny kitten kisses, his eyes never looking away from Murata. He almost came right then and there when Giyuu had licked the precum off his dick. After more teasing kisses to his cock, Giyuu kissed him on the mouth before going back down and taking his length.
Tomioka took it all in one move, if Murata wasn’t horny as hell he would’ve asked if this was his first time but he can barely contain his whimpering. Giyuu starts moving his head in an up and down motion, his mouth hollows as he sucks, he doesn’t gag when he does, no matter how long he does it for. Whimpers and grunts could be heard from the other, his legs were shaking in between Giyuu and his toes were curling.
Giyuu is really good at this. Murata can barely hold it in, he’s gonna come, this is probably the quickest orgasm he ever got from a blowjob. He’s so overwhelmed he places one on the other's head, careful not to tug too harshly. His eyes dilate even more when he feels hands fondle his balls. “Ah!.. Tomioka- I’m- ‘m gonna-”
He finishes before he could end what he was saying. Giyuu doesn’t let up though, he immediately starts swallowing his cum. When he finally gets off his dick, there's only saliva flooding his region. He looks to see Giyuu licking his lips, getting the last of his cum. “Hah…you’re really good at this.” The other nods in response.
“Shinagazawa’s is bigger. He’s rougher too, so…”
…mentioning another man’s name after giving the most toe curling blowjob is…really rude. If he wasn’t recovering from his fastest climax ever, he’d ask about the relationship between the two hashiras. Giyuu moves to step away but Murata pulls him back to kiss again. Smashing their lips together, he can taste his own cum but they don’t stop.
Tomioka pulls his arm over his shoulders and goes back to sitting on his lap. He moves his hand to unclasp the other’s belt as he does, Giyuu leans back.
“Wait- Murata-” Giyuu abruptly stopped as he felt a hand sliding in his folds.
Undeterred by the sudden lack of cock, Murata moves his hand to finger Giyuu’s folds while he tries to kiss him again. Tomioka has his head to the side while looking away, his hands grasp on the other’s arms but his legs still cling to his hips.
“Giyuu.” he uses his hand that was previously holding his waist to lightly grab his chin, moving the pillar’s head to meet his eyes “Can we continue?”
Tomioka looks unsure, “You aren’t weirded out?”
“Why would I be?”
Giyuu makes a sound, he relaxes back and lightly grinds against the hand on his pussy. He makes quiet sounds until he feels a finger sliding in him.
Murata and Tomioka finally kiss again while Murata rubs the other’s clit using his thumb. They make out slower this time, both take their time to eat the other’s jaws. Their carnal desire fills up the entirety of the room.
He slides in another finger. He pumps them both in and out, the intrusion causes the other to jump, his moans increase volume. The pillar’s pussy is tight, the folds clenches his fingers so hard he wonders if this is his first time. Giyuu’s soft plump pussy creates so much fluid, his fingers are practactly glazed with a heavy coat of slick, his hand bathes in it.
The long haired slayer is fully grinding hard on the other’s hand. He sharply gasps as the fingers start to scissor him. Giyuu grunts as he dives down as if he wants Murata’s whole hand in him. Murata keeps a pattern between scissoring him and curling his fingers, Giyuu humps on his hand harder than ever.
Tomioka squeals as he pulls his hand away. They finally move to remove the water pillar’s heavily drenched pants, they’re quick to toss it in some part of the floor along with their other clothes.
Giyuu goes to hover above Murata’s cock, his fully hard dick is still drenched in his saliva. The slick leaking out of Giyuu’s pussy drops down his part making him hiss at the cold feel. For what felt like an eternity, Tomioka finally goes down.
The slayer feels like his world shook, the pillar’s hole is so warm. His pussy clamps his dick perfectly tight, he stays seated in his cock. Giyuu wiggles a bunch before going up until only the tip is in, then plops down. He continues the motion steady and fast, Murata moans at the feeling.
His hands grasp each of the pillar’s thigh, moving along the motion, he feels hands gripping his chest. The Giyuu he’s seeing looks the complete opposite of the composed water hashira, his porcelain face is flushed with deep red, his mouth drools as he grunts and whimpers, his dilated eyes droop, and his body is glistening with sweat.
Murata soaks up all of his sounds, his whimpers, cries, grunts and moans. He feels kinda bad for making Giyuu do all the work. He feels him move faster and his movements grow erratic, it’s clear he’s close. They’re both loud at this point but neither can tell, too focused on their pleasure. He thrusts up to meet his thrusts, Murata can feel himself getting close too. He places his hands on the sides of Giyuu’s face and pulls his upper part to kiss him, the kiss is sloppy to say the least but they don’t care. Tomioka keeps on bouncing on his cock as he wraps his hands around his waist, guiding him along.
They come as they part their lips, both of them breath heavily, their eyes interlocking as they smile. Giyuu lets out a little laugh, they feel the stickiness of their sweat and cum combined, yet they stay close.
The slayers part ways once their breath evened out. They look at the mess of a room, clothes scattered around the room, drinks and plates spilled and not to mention the pool of saliva and all other human discharge of where they were currently seated.
The silence that followed afterwards, Murata can’t tell if it’s awkward or not. He feels it is but at the same time isn’t, Giyuu -already dressed- is cleaning up with his usual expression, he doesn’t seem to think it’s uncomfortable.
“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” He hears the pillar, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, if you want me to” his heart pumps faster when the other smiles softly at that.
They ended up going for more rounds, in the pillar’s secluded room this time. If you ask Murata if he’s been staying at a different place other than their shared rooms at night, he’d get flustered saying he was just really quiet at night. It doesn’t help that he gets defensive and shouts it all while his face could be mistaken as a tomato.
And the fact that they all heard them the first night…