Tʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ

Hm~? What is it with men and comparing sizes? To fixate on tits you must be lacking substantially elsewhere.

It’s kind of hard not to fixate on them when they’re practically staring me in the face. Speaking of sizes, you could never measure up to me!

yes that was a short joke

takes a fucking sip

He didn’t make it hard for shuten to pull him into his lap. no, certainly not. his knees sank into the couch on either side of his friend’s hips as he sat on his thighs. If his friend wants such closeness, he will GLADLY oblige. He tries to act as if he not desperate for this, for his touch, to be held by him, but it’s so damn HARD.

He presses his face into his friend’s neck, wrapping his arm around him and clutching too tightly to be comfortable. The collar of his friend’s garb had never been so bothersome before! none the less he takes a deep breath of his scent, starting to tremble ass his claws bite into him. He presses his face closer into the place when Shuten’s shoulder and neck meet, breathing him in, feeling him, reassuring himself he’s HERE, he’s REAL, this is not yet another dream of finding him.

     “I missed you so terribly, my friend,” he barely whispers, his voice anguished, the pain obvious despite how quiet it it.

Clothes be damned! They’re only getting in the way of what he wants. What he yearns for and if it weren’t for the added weight sitting in his lap Shuten would tear the garments from their bodies and simply be. He’ll settle for snapping his collar away and exposing that scar he doesn’t remember getting. No matter how many times he tries to recall the events that lead up to his death or the pain that came with his beheading Shuten’s neck only aches and he feels drunk.

These thoughts are quickly thrown away as he feel claws tearing into skin and a pleased sigh is the result of Ibaraki’s neediness. Ibaraki isn’t the only one needy. The phrase ‘I missed you too’ balances on the tip of his tongue but the Oni would rather die a second time than admit to these weak feelings safely harboured inside his chest. A hand settles on Ibaraki’s waist, fingers tap against a padded hip thoughtfully.

Ibaraki is glad to see some fire in his friend once more. It had been a long time since he had seen him so passionate and ready for battle. Not since that day in Kyo when he had been so grossly defeated by Seimei and Hiromasa and finally tasted failure…ah, his friend had been quite cute that day, choked up with tears and pouting so pitifully. Yes, even in his vulnerable state, he was still so attractive…

So wrapped up in his memories was he that it took some moments for him to realise his friend was staring at him with such intensity. In fact, it quite startled him! And startled him even more when his friend seemed to snap out of his thoughts and call his name so sharply.

     “Yes, my friend.” He stood and walked over, seating himself right next to shuten on the couch and setting his tea on the coffee table. “I am here. Tell me what you need, and I of course shall grant it to you…”

The cushion beside him sunk in underneath the weight of the other Oni and Shuten feels himself shift slightly along with the added body. What flimsy bedding! Creaking and bending beneath the might of these two powerful youkai! And what is with Ibaraki today? Shouldn’t he know when Shuten barks come here he means here as in his lap and not beside him? What an idiot! If you want something done you do it yourself, right? Looks like he’ll have to correct the fool’s actions after all!

    ❝ Ibaraki. Do you have shit in your ears? I said come here! ❞ He tries to sound angry. Irritated. Displeased with his friend’s apparent dimwittedness, but Shuten cracks a toothy grin and effortlessly drags the larger Oni across their fragile couch and sets him in his lap as if Ibaraki wasn’t a hulking beast of muscle.

*:・ﾟ✧* ♥  :     Oh, my. No one has dared to get this close to Samael in a while … My, these oni boys are refreshing. He slightly tilts his head, slightly exposing his neck and making sure to keep eye contact – though he’s so surprised by the shade of his interrogator’s eyes, that he can’t help but change his gaze from mocking disinterest to genuine curiosity. 

                      ❝ My, what a lovely shade of lilac … I suppose                           there’s no reason to lie to you, so I can assure                           you he helped me. That is all. ❞

Why would Ibaraki help him? He shouldn’t! Yet the notion alone pisses him off! Jealousy is a cruel mistress and it gets the better of him more times than he could count. Shuten rattles his brain with the many possible scenarios of what ‘help’ may or may not have been whilst slowly losing his reins over logical reasoning-- help? Help!? Getting cozy with anyone now is what Iba considered help, huh? He’ll make him pay! As he’s about to sink his teeth into exposed flesh and rip out this bastards throat, Shuten picks up on an underlying scent mingled in with Ibaraki’s. It was muddled at first and he hadn’t noticed it until now but there’s no denying it, this bastard is definitely..

A heavy rumble rolls in Ibaraki’s chest. How very like his beloved friend. The why and how were secondary to simply making them pay. He was not, could not be surprised by such a thing…rather, however, he is pleased, as this vicious hatred reminds him of how his friend used to be. Ibaraki telling him he wants, needs him back at his side as his second in command is a thrill all its own, as well.

Despite his pleasure and, frankly, elation, Ibaraki remains serious. “It is to be war, then? Very well. As always, my friend, I am your second in command, your devoted best friend. I will gladly fight at your side once more.” 

Besides, Shuten would need Ibaraki’s cunning and level head if he wanted to get anywhere with his quest.

He licked his fangs, a grin slowly creeping over his features. “Finally, yes. We have a direction. Good.”

    ❝ Yessss. ❞ Shuten hisses, his eyes fiercely fixated on the formidable Oni. ❝ We are going to war. ❞ The only one he cares to plot and scheme with, the only other creature that truly matters aside from himself is standing before him, sharing the very air he breathes and he’d have it no other way! He may insult Ibaraki, he may even treat him like trash, but that doesn’t change the way he feels about his kin. Ibaraki is his equal, his better half. He may not acknowledge it but they belong together and he’ll be damned if they’re separated again! 

His thoughts raged on like a storm whipping in from the coastline, building in momentum at dangerous speeds until he realised he’d been staring at Ibaraki for a period of uninterrupted silence.

    ❝ Ibaraki! ❞ Why he’d been staring intently for so long? Shuten can’t say for sure, an amalgamation many things he supposes. But the fact he deeply missed his white haired companion, nay, yearned for him in his absence was definitely.. not one of the reasons why-- nope! Never. Yes it was.

...what’s he supposed to do with this?

"Like I would ever ask you!" (๑•̀д•́๑)

    ❝ Tch. ❞

“you’ve never tasted a goddess have you~”