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The sun was shining brightly down into the forest in Inazuma when Scaramouche blinked once again, breaking himself from his thoughts. There were so many negative emotions flowing through his head right now, so many worrisome things about his life and where he wants to go on his new travels. He was saved by the Traveler and Nahida for a purpose, but yet, he didn’t feel like he had one just yet.
His mind was running wild, almost overwhelming him to the point where he had to take a break. A scream wanted to rip through his throat, as maybe it would get one single thought out of his head to make the ones inside calm down, but he decided against it. All that he wanted to do was catch a break.
Turning to walk down a different path than what he was, his eyes turned wide at the person he saw. Kaedehara Kazuha, the vagrant from Inazuma that he had been in love with since the day he met him.
Scaramouche was taken aback by how he saw the red-fitted vagrant. Surrounded him were a small line of smoke, a fire going beside him, and the latter leaning back against a rock. He seemed relaxed, like he was in his magical world, living his best life as someone who was now free to roam the grounds of Inazuma.
Scaramouche stared some more, wanting to figure out what he was doing. Suddenly, he saw Kazuha bring something up to his lips, holding it there for a few seconds, and then slowly blowing some smoke from his mouth. A smile was on Kaedehara’s lips, letting his hand fall into his lap and his head fall back against the rock.
Deciding to investigate a bit further, Scaramouche appeared to be standing right in front of Kazuha, still confused about what he was doing.
“Kazuha?” Scaramouche whispered, not sure if he wanted to break the silence that Kazuha had created. Kazuha opened one of his eyes, peering to look at the one who was interrupting his alone time. Before he could even open his eyes all the way, Kazuha had determined who it was.
“Scaramouche… what brings you here?” Kazuha said, a smile appearing on his face. Scaramouche tilted his head, staring at Kazuha. Kazuha was acting differently… giddier than what he was used to.
“I was trying to take a stroll in the forest to clear my head a little bit… but then I saw you here and wanted to see what you were up to… I hope that is all okay.”
“Of course it is okay! I decided to take a break from traveling today and smoke some…” Kazuha said happily, leaning back onto the rock, “Your body needs to rest some for it to function properly. Even with rest, however, it is still not perfect. You need a boost every once in a while. This,” Kazuha mumbled, holding up the blunt he had rolled, “Is my extra boost.” Scaramouche couldn’t help but smile, almost giggling at how Kazuha sounded. His eyes took interest in whatever he was holding.
Kazuha looked up towards Scaramouche, eyes half-lidded, a small smirk on his face. “Do you want to try some?” he mumbles out, holding the joint up towards him. Scaramouche’s eyes widened, wondering why he would offer him this. “What is it, exactly?” Scaramouche mumbled, thumbs fiddling nervously with one another. “Weed.” Scaramouche gasped.
“Relax, dear, it is only to help you relax some,” Kazuha mumbled, looking up and seeing how worried Scaramouche looked. “Those eyes of yours… They have worry behind them. You have the look of six million thoughts running through your head. Shoulders tense, hands balled in fists, you simply do not look comfortable. I only want to give you a way to escape your pain.”
Scaramouche did not expect those words to come out of Kazuha, and how did he even know what Scaramouche was thinking about? Had his body really been that obvious? He used to be a puppet, emotionless. Whatever happened to that? How much had he changed since the traveler and Nahida helped him?
“I… have never done anything like that before. How am I supposed to know what to do?” Scaramouche’s words were small, coming out more hesitant than he wanted them to be. He silently reprimanded himself for that; he’s meant to be confident and strong. He’s not meant to sound so… weak.
Kazuha couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his words, leaning up more and holding out his hand. “Will you allow me to show you?”
Even as hesitant as he was, Scaramouche slowly took Kazuha’s hand. Kazuha’s hand felt so rough and calloused against Scaramouche, making Scaramouche hold it a little tighter than he intentionally wanted to. Running his thumb against the top of his hand, he sat down slowly in front of Kazuha.
“Watch me closely,” Kazuha whispered, taking the joint in between his first two fingers. Kazuha’s face was close to Scaramouche, he could feel his breath, see every detail that was in his eyes and on his face, and god. Scaramouche thought his eyes were beautiful.
Kazuha unconsciously stared at Scaramouche as well, a small hint of blush appeared on both of their faces. Kazuha looked away, another giggle falling from his mouth.
“ I want to hear more of that ,” Scaramouche thought, holding Kazuha’s free hand a little tighter.
Kazuha took the joint and slowly put it in between his lips, letting his eyes fall shut and his chest rise as he took in a hit of weed. After a mere second, he took it away, placing it back on the piece of wood where he had everything laid out. Holding his breath for just a minute before turning his head and blowing the smoke out, making sure to not blow it in Scaramouche’s face.
“Do you think you can do that?” Kazuha’s voice was calm and reassuring, albeit slurring more as the effects of weed hit him. Scaramouche watched it in awe, engrossed in Kazuha’s lips. Plump, shiny, absolutely perfect to kiss with.
The catalyst user nodded his head, slowly (and regretfully) letting go of Kazuha’s hand and reaching down to pick up the joint. His hand shook just a small amount.
Why was he so nervous?
Bringing it up to his lips, he tried recreating the same movements and breaths of whatever Kazuha just did.
“Take it as slow as you want to, I’m right here, I won’t leave your side,” Kazuha whispered, taking his finger and gently caressing the side of Scaramuche’s face. His smile was brightening, warming, and comforting all at the same time. Scaramouche never wanted this moment to end.
Scaramouche let out a shaky breath that he didn’t know he was holding, then slowly wrapped his lips around the joint. Taking in a slow and deep breath, he finally felt something happening. It overwhelmed him, whatever it was, and quickly took the joint away, turning his head and letting out a much larger cough than he intentionally meant to. His chest hurt.
Kazuha just gently smiled, sitting back as he let Scaramouche cough. “I know, it is difficult to get used to at the beginning.” Scaramouche glared at him, no ill intent behind it though, mumbling “You couldn’t have told me that before?”
An amused smirk was now on Kazuha’s face, another giggle. “I just wanted to see if you could figure it out. Would you like to try another way?”
Kazuha’s voice faded slowly at the end, grabbing the bottom of Scaramouche’s chin and pulling his face towards him, a little closer than before. They both could feel each other’s breath against their own. Scaramouche was entranced by Kazuha, mouth opening just a little bit as he nodded.
Kazuha turned his eyes, reaching down to pick up the joint. “I’m going to blow the smoke into your mouth, would that… be okay?” He hated that his words paused, but his mind wasn’t thinking right, and all he wanted to do was kiss him. He wanted to kiss him as soon as he saw him walk through the forest a minute ago. He wanted to kiss him the first time they met.
Scaramouche was taken aback by this, the thought of being so close to one another, the thought of someone putting their lips against his, the thought of kissing the man he has been infatuated with since the beginning.
“Uh… sure?” He was a little confused. How far was Kazuha going to take this? How far did he want Kazuha to take this?
“Stop worrying so much, my dear, I will take care of you every step of the way. You are safe as long as you are with me.”
Scaramouche blushed, Kazuha smirked.
With this smirk, he put the joint against his lip, slowly taking in another hit. This hit was long, much longer than any of the hits that he had taken before, but he wanted to make sure he had enough for the both of them to feel the effects. His fingers, oh so delicate against Scaramouche's cheeks , pulled Scaramouche’s face towards his own. Kazuha’s thumb moved towards his lips, running his thumb over them, opening up his mouth.
Kazuha blew the smoke into his mouth, slowly, making sure not to go too fast to overwhelm him. Scaramouche sucked in the smoke, briefly forgetting about how close Kazuha was to his face.
“Hold it in your mouth for a few seconds, then slowly blow it out,” Kazuha whispered, leaning back to sit up straight, still holding Scaramouche’s face in his hands.
Scaramouche nodded, letting his lips fall shut, breathing in and holding in the smoke. “He was right… this does feel better than before,” Scaramouche thought, turning his head away and blowing the smoke out.
There wasn’t that much in his system, but he was beginning to feel it. His head was feeling full, a little heavy, but he was enjoying this. “Again…” he mumbled, leaning more towards Kazuha.
Another smirk formed on his face, nodding as he picked back up the joint. “Longer? or shorter?” he mumbles, breathing in the hit. “Longer… I want more.”
Greedy.
Kazuha nodded, grabbing the bottom of Scaramouche’s chin and tilting his head up. Scaramouche’s lips parted, and this time, Kazuha leaned in closer. Their lips touched as he blew in, Kazuha taking his other hand and holding the side of Scaramouche’s face.
Scaramouche leaned into both his hands and his lips, taking in the smoke and the warmth of his hand. A hum flowed from him, holding the smoke in even longer this time, only to just barely pull away to blow it out.
“This is nice… it makes me feel nice,” Scaramouche whispers, his eyes slowly getting half-lidded and heavy. Kazuha smiled, his own eyes barely opening now.
He might have had one too many hits. But that didn’t matter, not right now.
“Want to try it by yourself this time?” Kazuha mumbles, picking up the joint and holding it between his fingers. Scaramouche was weary, after the coughs that he had earlier, his chest was still burning. But he felt… good.
He was relaxed, and the thoughts that he was worrying about earlier were gone. He was enjoying his time here…, especially with Kazuha.
“Help me?” He mumbles shyly, taking the joint.
“Come here,” Kazuha mumbled, smiling as he patted his lap. He moved back some more, now leaning on the rock that he was on before. Scaramouche couldn’t help but be caught off guard as he nodded, moving to sit closer in front of him.
“Turn around and lean back against me,” Kazuha said, placing his hand on Scaramouche’s shoulder and gently pulling him back.
Scaramouche did as he was told, letting out a shaky breath, the tiniest bit of nerves taking over his system. Trying to recognize his emotions, he realized his face and ears were hot. He was blushing.
Kazuha wrapped an arm around his waist, taking his other hand and grabbing Scaramouches’. His touch was as delicate as it was before, holding him like he was glass that was destined to fall and shatter.
Bringing the joint up to his lips, Kazuha leaned in closer toward his ear. “I’ll control it, I'll guide you, just follow my words,” his words were dragged, body relaxed as he placed his lips under Scaramouche’s ear, placing a faint kiss on his neck. Scaramouche let out a noise, nodding as he does what he is told.
Kazuha put the blunt in his mouth, “Slowly take some in, just for a second.” Another kiss against his neck, dragging his lips down towards his shoulder. Scaramouche took it in, a lot slower than he did the first time.
After a few seconds, Kazuha pulled away the joint, setting it back down on the slab of wood. His fingers trailed along his arm, “Hold it in,” another kiss, this time on the back of his neck. “Now breathe it out,” a lot more kisses against his neck.
Scaramouche couldn’t help but make more noises as Kazuha placed the kisses against his neck. It was all the places he was most sensitive about, and his lips were soft. Kazuha was treating him so delicately, and he had to admit, he could cry.
His mind was fuzzy, he wasn’t thinking straight, but god, he felt good. His body was light, his body was hot, and he felt so… relaxed.
He wanted to kiss Kazuha.
Scaramouche turned his head towards Kazuha, taking a look at how he was. His eyes were half-lidded and red, he noticed that he was slumped against him, an arm holding his waist and fingers fumbling with the edges of his clothes. A giggly hum fell from Kazuha’s mouth, placing his head on Scaramouche’s shoulder.
Kazuha was a lot further gone than he wanted to admit.
Scaramouche looked down at the joint, picking it up and taking one more slow and dragged out hit. His eyes closed, leaning back onto Kazuha and humming, letting his hand fall into his lap.
No thoughts were running through his head, the only sounds being the animals that crawled in through the forest and the sound of breathing coming from Kazuha. Light, breathy, so heavily in love .
Kazuha slowly opened his eyes, staring directly at Scaramouche and his closed eyes. “Can I kiss you,” he whispered, taking his free hand and tracing the bottom of his jaw. Scaramouche smiled, not daring to open his eyes as he hummed, “Kiss me all you want,” he whispered, tilting his head up some more.
Kazuha hummed in approval, pulling his chin towards his own, circling Scaramouche’s lips. His lips were light and so soft, Kazuha could barely believe it. His hand continued to hold his chin, now taking his thumb and rubbing his cheek, trying to pull him in closer. Scaramouche leaned more into him, slightly turning so they could face each other better. Scaramouche took his hands and wrapped them around the back of Kazuha’s neck, pulling them closer.
Kazuha sighed into the kiss, taking the hand that was on Scaramouche’s waist and moving him to sit in his lap better. The kiss was getting more intense, and neither of them had a problem with it. Their minds were blank, their senses were in overdrive with one another, and their lips were forming into one. Wanting to be brave and test out his reactions, Kazuha ran his tongue along his lips, tracing the bottom. A small whine fell from Scaramouche, tensing his grip a little bit before he could feel the smirk coming from Kazuha.
There seemed to be so much love and infatuation in every single kiss they both gave to one another. Rather it be from the gentle touches to their face, fingers tangling in each other's hair, pulling the other by the waist so they could be that much closer (even though they were practically on top of one another by now.)
Neither of them could get enough, but after some time, neither one could breathe. Pulling away slowly, Scaramouche’s breath was hot against Kazuha’s face, eyes barely even open with a giddy smile on his face. Kazuha couldn’t say much when he saw Scaramouches face, because he looked the same way when they pulled away.
Scaramouche reached his hand up and held Kazuha’s face gently. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, placing a kiss against his forehead. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he mumbles, placing his forehead against the others. “How could I not? You seemed to have so much negativity flowing through you, and I dare to let a friend continue like that,” Kazuha mumbled. His words were slurring, his body leaning so heavily against Scaramouche.
Scaramouche couldn’t help but laugh at how cute Kazuha was acting right now, that blush that he had before rising his neck and ears once again.
A yawn came from Kazuha’s mouth, causing Scaramouche to smile warmly at the other. “One thing about this…” Kazuha whispered, voice barely even breaking a decibel, “it makes me tired…” Kazuha couldn’t even finish the sentence, voice going faint at the end as he slumped against Scaramouche.
His head leaned against his chest from him slouching down so much, arms hung on the side of his body, humming contently as he relaxed even further.
Scaramouche shifted Kazuha lightly, now turning so that he was laying on the rock. Hands gently running through Kazuha’s hair, Scaramouche smiled, pressing a small kiss on top of his head.
“Thank you,” he whispered, glancing toward the blunt that was laying on the ground. It was short, most of the contents inside had already been consumed, but Scaramouche was still having the time of his life.
He just kissed the person he was so deeply in love with while being high for the first time.