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“Kazuha…”
“Yehes?”
“Would you be a dear and hold still?”
“I’m trying!” the samurai whined through his uncontrollable giggles. “Yohou’re tickling mehe!”
Heizou huffed out a laugh, a mixture of annoyance and endearment. He loved hearing Kazuha’s giggles and laughter, of course, but when he had assigned himself the task of cleaning the small cut on his shoulder, it was a tad frustrating to complete with the constant fidgeting.
“I’m not trying to. I’m trying to get this cleaned up for you so we can go bathe.”
Heizou reminded for what must have been the fifth time since they began this activity. Kazuha, sensing the frustration, tried to calm his giggles and fixed his composure for the detective.
“How did you do this, anyway?” Heizou asked quietly as he concentrated on cleaning the cut, determined to rid Kazuha of any blood upon his perfect skin.
“I honestly don’t know,” Kazuha smiled, a sweet sight which truthfully sparked some anger within the detective.
“Man alive, Kazuha, is it too much to ask that you take care of yourself when you’re out there? You’re always coming back with some form of injury.”
This concern caused Kazuha to laugh softly, his body turning to face Heizou.
“A little cut here and there is hardly anything to concern yourself over, Heizou. It’s no different if a child were to go out and play, their adventures always lead to a scrape or two.” Kazuha reassured, his bandaged hand cupping Heizou’s cheek which calmed the frown upon his face. “It’s not like I’m coming home with missing limbs or anything to that degree. Besides, I’ve been face to face with death many times already, I think I know how to defend myself out there.”
The frown suddenly returned as Heizou’s eyes darkened, which Kazuha noticed immediately.
“Don’t say that. Just…”
“I’m sorry. Those were poor words to try and reassure you,” Kazuha brought his forehead to Heizou’s. “Please forgive me.”
Heizou remained silent, feeling the warmth of his partner, his love. He was here, real, and very much safe from harm which Heizou could only be thankful for.
After a moment of silence, Heizou leaned back from Kazuha with a pout upon his lips, looking adorably grumpy. He brought his hand up to gently shove at Kazuha a little, letting out a small groan.
“Dummy.”
Kazuha laughed at the sudden immaturity and watched as Heizou stood up, stretching his arms up above his head, seemingly abandoning the subject.
“Shall we go bathe now?”
He yelped when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle and yanked him back down into sitting, only this time instead of the bed, he was now sat in the samurai’s lap. Kazuha then buried his face into Heizou’s shoulder.
“What’s with you all of a sudden?” Heizou questioned though not against the sudden affection, he looked over his shoulder back at Kazuha who only mumbled something into his skin. “Hm?”
Kazuha rested his chin on the burgundy-haired man’s shoulder. “I did not mean to upset you.”
Heizou sighed and suddenly felt unable to look at Kazuha. “You’re overthinking it. Everything is fine. You’re here, I’m here, we’re both safe. It’s fine.”
He felt Kazuha’s arms tighten around him in a comforting gesture. “We are safe. And I swear on my blade that I will keep us both safe for as long as a breath.”
Heizou scoffed, his eyes meeting Kazuha’s once again in newfound confidence. “You think I can’t take care of myself? Am I just a damsel in distress to you, hm?”
“Oh, no, of course not,” Kazuha had a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. His hands that were wrapped around Heizou’s middle made claws with his fingers and began to dig playfully into Heizou’s sides and tummy. “You are a very capable fighter.”
Heizou almost squealed by the sudden tickles and began squirming desperately to try and escape Kazuha’s clutches, barely keeping his giggles in.
“L-Let goho!” Heizou gasped when he felt Kazuha playfully nibble on the shoulder that he previously rested his chin on. “Ahahck! Kahazuhaha!”
Heizou could feel the grin on Kazuha’s lips as they pressed against his skin, the nerve of this man. Heizou struggled and kicked his legs to rid of himself of the overbearing tickles that Kazuha was inflicting upon him.
“Lehet gohoho! I want to goho bathe!”
“I can help with that!” Kazuha used his tongue to begin licking along Heizou’s shoulder and neck even up to his ear, sending the detective into a new flurry of giggles and squeals.
“Thahat’s grohohoss! STAHAP!” Heizou shrieked when he felt fingers reach up to dig into his underarms as well. He pulled his body full force away from Kazuha, bringing them both down onto the bed, his loud laughter filling the room. “Leheheave me alone!”
“And if I don’t want to?” Kazuha teased as they both scuffled a little until Heizou tried fighting back, getting in a few tickles of his own before Kazuha regained control and pinned the detective down to the bed, arms beside his head.
“Plehease no more,” Heizou whined, some giggles still escaping him. “You win.”
“What’s my prize?” Kazuha smiled down to his lover.
“I won’t kill you when you let me go,” Heizou let out a panicked squeal when he felt Kazuha suddenly move again, but it was only an empty threat. “OK, OK! How about a kiss?”
“That’s much more acceptable.”
Kazuha leaned down and pressed his lips against Heizou’s, a soft and gentle kiss between them that started to grow heated as more time passed. Kazuha leaned back before it could grow into something more which created a disappointed pout upon Heizou’s face again.
“How about that bath now?”
“If you’re done torturing me, then I would love to,” Heizou sighed.
Kazuha chuckled and pulled Heizou up with him, pressing one more kiss to the detective’s cheek before they both made their way to go bathe.