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Noritoshi sat at the chabudai near a secluded corner of the room, caressing his cup of black tea as other sorcerers mingled with each other.
This was one of the few gatherings the three family clans had throughout the year, this one being hosted within the Zen'in estate. As heir to the Kamo family he had to attend, and to his misfortune he had to participate. Noritoshi had already finished any business he had to do — attempting to get it over within the first hour or two — only having to wait when his main objective was locked into another conversation. Any business after that was only due to others approaching him yet other than that he was left alone.
He sighed, now that all his business was concluded he could rest and enjoy the well made tea as he sat within the eye of the storm. He waited, the meetings themselves were a nuisance but some form of ruckus will occur, knowing that Gojo Satoru will find a way to do so, if not him then-
A shift in the air could be felt beside him, no noise was made, silent as ever yet it was enough to tear him from his reverie. Kamo continued to drink his tea, opening his eyes slightly to peer into the cup, the reflection from the tea giving him a discreet way to observe who sat beside him. Catching the view of a certain blond with piercings adorning the man's ears.
"I'm not interested in whatever business proposition you have for me" Kamo declined coldly.
A laugh "at least let me speak before rejecting me" Naoya calmly replied, "you wound me with your harsh words. Of course you remain honest as ever."
The blood manipulator didn't bother to look at the older man knowing it would piss him off — good, that's what he wanted — he never liked giving Naoya the pleasure he often sought.
Noritoshi could feel sharp, snake like eyes lingering on him, if anything he doubted Naoya was trying to hide it.
"You look good," a hand extending and playing with the tied strands of hair framing his face.
Kamo swallowed the tea he almost choked on and placed the cup down "as I said, I'm not interested" his clipped tone never wavering as he slaps the hand away.
Naoya chuckles before leaning in "you only said that about business" he breathes out, the smell of alcohol hitting Noritoshi's nose.
Kamo finally turns to face the other, eyebrows pinched "you think I'm ignorant of your tactics, Zen'in? Leave me be, if you need a bed warmer ask someone who gives a damn!" He grits out.
The other — with some form of foolish bravery or high confidence — extends his hand and smooths the others forehead "you're cute when you're riled up, I love getting reactions out of you. It makes up for another day without you in my bed." He winks.
For the second time Noritoshi slaps the other's hand away but Naoya grabs his hand and pulls him closer. "Every year I ask for you to be my bride, when will you accept?"
"When will you finally understand that my answer is no and will remain a no?" The younger scoffs.
"You as head of the Kamo clan and I of the Zen'in we can combine our prowess," his voice low and husky.
The blond holds him tighter as he struggles in his grasp "if our ancestors have not merged families then perhaps were not fated to, you're simply blinded by desire for power." Kamo counters.
"And my desire for you, no woman nor man compares to you, your features so sharp yet fragile, your skin so smooth," his other hand cups his cheek and strokes it, loving the minimal flutters of his dark lashes "your hair so soft, and your lips how I long to kiss them" His thumb brushing against his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. Naoya licks his lips, his eyelids drooping and pupils dilating yet never losing the predatory glint as he stares at the red blush rising on deliciously pale skin, feeling himself harden at the shaky inhale of breath the other takes.
Kamo pulls away from the others hold "you've had too much to drink, you're becoming delusional. Perhaps you should go rest" he suggests while rubbing the wrist the other had gripped.
"As long as you join me" the Zen'in smirks.
The stoic demeanor returns yet not hiding the blush behind his facade, "it seems you're much more inebriated than I thought I'll ask Maki-san to escort you back to your room, considering you'll need a competent person to handle you in your drunken stupor." This time it was Kamo's turn to smirk.
The others expression fell and his eyes widened, impressively wide, if Kamo was to say so himself. Naoya loved getting a rise out of him but unknown to others the feeling was mutual, Noritoshi could handle a simple tease compared to the older man. Some could say it was a game of cat and mouse, and the thrill was that they didn't know who was who.
The young heir stood, smoothing out his kimono and sighed in relief, thankful for the hakama. He opened his eyes to look down and fully take in the sight of the angry man "perhaps I will consider the proposal of marrying the head of the clan. Besides, the strong must marry the strong, have you not stated that before? I do believe Fushiguro Megumi would make an excellent betrothed as well as family head."
Noritoshi smirks before he turns and walks away, ignoring the strong aura of cursed energy engulfing the room. Maybe that will teach him to shut up.