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Akaza was no fool to not realize he had exchanged one master for another. Albeit this one less cruel. But the collar was still tightly bound around his neck. Regaining his human memories had been anything but pleasant, the shame he had brought not only to himself but to Keizo and Koyuki, Akaza understood why his father had killed himself. Akaza was a plague, a demon even as a human, he cursed all who dared to care for him. In a way he was glad Kyojurou would never be one such person. Theirdeal was simple, Akaza would give information about Muzan and the rest of the Kizuki and aid the Demon Slayer corps in any way he could and he would be spared execution.
Given a second chance at redemption.
Given that he was placed in Kyojurou’s care. Surprisingly, the Flame Pillar had made a tremendous recovery, yes he was still scarred and blinded in his left eye. But the fact that he was alive and able to continue to use flame breathing was something akin to a miracle and proof of what Akaza had known since their first encounter on the Mugen train. Kyojurou was much more stronger than any human Akaza had met.
It was only natural that Akaza had become enthralled, had fallen so hard that he had broken Muzan’s curse. Kyojurou-beneath the facade of boisterous optimism was something as fearsome as a demon. He was cold and cruel, cocky and sure in his skill and frankly he deserved to be. After all, blinded in one eye, exhausted after slaying lesser demons and injured and distracted by protecting the weakling children who followed him. Kyojurou had nearly managed to burn Akaza in the sun and cut off his head al while bleeding out. The only pivitol difference between them was that Akaza healed and Kyoujurou didn’t. Other than that, they were equals…perhaps not even.
It was why Akaza had wanted to fight Kyojurou again, no outside factors or distractions. Kyojurou at full health, not needing to protect weaklings , his undevoted attention on Akaza… the former upper moon had no doubt that Kyojurou could successfully cut off his head given a second more even fight.
Perhaps that’s why the Pillars had agreed so easily to their master’s terms, Akaza would get Lady Tamayo’s surgery so he could survive solely on blood and he would be bonded to Kyojurou.
In the end, although Akaza was trading masters he got a lot more benefits from the deal than he thought the Pillars gained. Not only did he get to live, but he got to bonded to Kyojurou, be claimed by his precious Flame Pillar.
He got to taste the fire and be consumed by it.
He assumed the Pillars thought he’d be angry, ashamed and Akaza would have had it been anyone other than Kyojurou he was giving himself to but it wasn’t. So there would be no shame only the hunger of a demon who had wanted this for the longest time.
Akaza drew in a sharp breath as he was roughly pounded into, his cock dripped against his belly, twitching from each movement of the man atop him. From how disinterested Kyojurou looked, he was still thorough. Fucking into Akaza with the same efficiency as he did everything else. A good soldier carrying out a mission.
It might’ve been Akaza’s lack of experience- in his human life he and Koyuki never got the chance to mate, and as one of Muzan’s Kizuki sex never interested him- not for lack of Douma trying- but Akaza, had he not been bound and gagged would’ve been screaming and thrashing at just how full Kyojurou made him.
The man’s cock was thick and long, the tip of the girth lightly curved so with every thrust into Akaza’s cunt made the Pillar drag against his walls and sweet spot. Akaza breathed out another muffled scream at a peculiar hard thrust, slick flowing from his speared hole .
His hands twisted in the wisteria restraints, burning and bleeding. He wanted so badly to cling to Kyojurou’s back, feel the hard muscles shift with each thrust and break skin to replace the sickening smell of wisteria. But most of all Akaza wanted Kyojurou to hold him. He wanted to feel more than a hole to be used and bred, had hoped he could’ve pretended they were making love.
But Kyojurou had snuffed that hope out upon entering the room. Wasting no time in shoving the bamboo gag into his mouth, tying the object a little too tight that the wisteria soaked binds dug into Akaza’s face and they were sure to leave slow healing scars. Kyojurou also spared no consideration for the fresh brand that had been seared into his skin just minutes prior. Since Kyojurou couldn’t bite Akaza to claim him, the Hashira had decided that a brand would be best, so if Akaza ever betrayed them for Muzan it would be clear to his old master just how far Akaza had fallen.
But Akaza had refused to be branded like th other corps members who proudly wore the Metsu kanji on their uniform backs. Akaza was here because of Kyojurou, so he would be branded by him only.
The Rengoku kanji burned with every heavy thrust that sent Akaza up the sheets of the bed, the skin still red and blistering from the brand. It was odd that it truly hurt, but some part of Akaza enjoyed the pain, enjoyed being reminded that he would always belong to Kyojurou. Be marked by Kyojurou.
Akaza swallowed around the spit gathering in his mouth, groaning low in his throat as his hips twitched, he wanted to beg to plead with Kyojurou to release him. Trying to convey it with his eyes but after the third time of Kyojurou meeting Akaza’s gaze the flame hashira seemingly had enough, and used his free hand to cover Akaza’s eyes, and maybe it was delusion but Akaza swore Kyojurou offered a wordless apology with the slow grind of his hips that pressed his pubic hair against Akaza’s swollen clit, and kept his hardened cock against Akaza’s sweet spot. A action he repeated that made Akaza squeal as his legs tried to close around Kyojurou from where they were bound.
Akaza inhaled as more of Kyojurou’s weight pressed against him, trapping his cock as Kyojurou rutted against him. His breathes and gasps he kept quiet until now grew heavy. And Akaza would give anything to see the flush of Kyojurou’s skin. To see his wild mane fall around broad shoulders, and see his eye dilate with hunger as he was so close to cumming.
Just the thought made Akaza leak more, and suddenly a hand was dragged over his hard cock, dipping below to rest against Akaza’s clit, one finger pressing down against the bud as two fingers pressed below, right where Kyojurou entered Akaza, and slowly the two calloused fingers began to slid in.
Akaza gapped, breathless and stuck between wanting to scream and. Choke on the drool that was running from his mouth… His belly felt hot and just the feel of Kyojurou around him, atop him, inside of him, Hot and heavy and the smoky ashen scent that was purely Kyojurou was enough to make Akaza loose his mind. With another twitch he was squirting, drenching Kyojurou’s hand and cock and spraying along the heavy chest that kept him pinned.
“Fuck”
Akaza twitched again at the low groan that left Kyojurou, and were it any other person Akaza would’ve been ashamed but just hearing Kyojurou’s voice after an hour of being fucked in silence with nothing but his own muffled whines and gasps and slapping of flesh against flesh to fill the room , had him cumming again. This time, Kyojurou’s hand curled around his cock, stroking Akaza in time of his release until Akaza was squirting again, this time from his dick.
Akaza sobbed as Kyojurou continued to hammer inside of him until finally the Pillar stilled, and warmth flooded Akaza’s insides.
Once he was done, Kyojurou pulled away, taking his warmth with him. He didn’t pull out- couldn’t not with his knot connecting them, but he didn’t lay against Akaza, nor pull Akaza into his arms. He just laid to the side, and Akaza could feel the faint outline of Kyojurou nearby, just out of reach since he was still bound.
Akaza shifted slightly, just to cover up the sob that left his throat, his omega was pacing inside his chest, wanting to be comforted, held, not ignored by the alpha who claimed them but Kyojurou despite being he Flame pillar offered no warmth.
It made Akaza pout, or maybe it was the dryness of his mouth, the heaviness of the bamboo gag. But he suddenly felt sore, achy and …upset?
“Ky~mph”
Akaza tried to get the blond’s attention but Kyojurou remained as still as a board and as silent as one too.
It made Akaza’s skin crawl, why was Kyojurou ignoring him? Had Akaza not been good? He had given the Pillars as much information as he could, and continued to help the Hahsira train because fighting against one of Muzan’s kizuki first hand was the best way to prepare for the fight against Muzan himself. And Akaza had been complaint with everything else even letting Shinobu test her poisons on him. So why-
why wasn’t he enough.
”Ky~mph”
Akaza pulled against the bounds, the faint smell of blood filling his nose as his skin was rubbed raw.
“Ky~”
”Enough!”
Akaza flinched at the anger in Kyojurou’s voice, the barest underline of a growl in Kyojurou’s voice.
”If you do not settle down I will pull out and leave. Do you understand.”
Akaza swallowed, nodding faintly. He didn’t want to anger Kyojurou, but clearly that was the only way to get the man to speak to him. So Akaza turned his head toward Kyojurou whose hand still rested over his eyes.
“Hmph.”
”I will not remove the gag, I do not wish to hear you. “
Akaza would’ve frowned if he could, why wasn’t Kyojurou so distant. Yes their mating was forced but Akaza had tried to make it enjoyable. He had squirted not once but twice, and came three times, he had assumed alpha’s enjoyed when their omegas got wet if what he heard outside of the brothels were anything to be believed. And clearly Kyojurou had enjoyed fucking Akaza if his self imposed muteness was broken from how lost in pleasure he was. So why was Akaza being punished?
Turning his head away Akaza closed his eyes.
If Kyojurou wanted silence Akaza would give it to him. Because he loved Kyojurou, even if the other would never love him.