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"What are you doing?!"
Douman tried to cling to the ground with all his might, preventing any forward movement; however, the warmth of the contact made him surrender. They didn't care about the opinions of others.
They both sat down on the grass, Douman gazing at Suzaku, wondering if he was faking sleep. With a slight movement of his shoulders, he lay down next to the god. He focused his attention on the straight line of his small, soft, and elegant white nose; even asleep, Suzaku radiated a greater divinity than when he was awake.
As Byakko had said, Suzaku was highly valued by everyone, and now Douman was beginning to understand: silent, he truly was beautiful.
Beautiful wasn't enough; perhaps gorgeous.
The only good thing about Suzaku was his eyelashes, black and deep like his hair, creating a perfect combination.
His radiant smile when he said his name was unsettling, yet it managed to send a strange tingling sensation through the heart of whoever heard it.
Let's not even mention his slender, graceful figure, easily lifted.
Even his captivating eyes deserve attention, as Douman could see himself reflected in them, and Suzaku always looked at him in a peculiar way, something Douman didn't understand.
It didn't bother him at all; on the contrary, he wished Suzaku would continue to gaze at him more intensely.
He was like an extraordinary heartthrob, a kind of Cupid who could captivate anyone. If anyone else saw him, they would be mesmerized.
Inside him arose a desire to bind him, to confine him in a prison, so that he could never be seen like that by anyone else.
Suzaku's eyes blinked open, his nose pinched. "Does Ashiya-dono hate me so much that he wants to kill me?"
The god was completely taken aback, watching Douman shrug and mutter.
"Useless, you finally woke up."
"You need to show me some respect, Ashiya-dono!"
An invisible arrow pierced Douman's heart, and his nose began to bleed. Suzaku approached, nervous and worried, filled with a mix of emotions.
Douman took a step back. "Don't touch me," but seeing Suzaku's sad expression, he felt guilty. "This isn't anything serious; do you think I'm weak?"
In Ashiya-dono's language, that meant he didn't hate him.
Of course not.
Besides, if Suzaku got any closer, Douman's heart wouldn't be able to withstand that sweetness, which is why he had this nosebleed. Mental note: Do I prefer it when Suzaku displays this demanding attitude?
At 19, Douman came to this conclusion, and he also enjoyed seeing Suzaku cry and seek comfort from him.
"Acchan..."
Where did this person's true self reside? Ranmaru only pretended to cry, pretended to laugh; it was all a charade, and Douman couldn't discern between what was real and what was fake. What was the point of the lies, if compared to the previous Suzaku, who was genuine and honest, it was evident that Ranmaru was only lying?
"Acchan, give me money!" Ranmaru shook him enthusiastically, and Douman liked Suzaku's persistence, although he would never admit it.
On another occasion, it would be more tender and exciting if the youkai Douman discovered that he had a fetish for Suzaku demanding more and more, especially in intimate situations.
But that's a secret.
Again...
Again...
Ranmaru complained and tried to pull his hand away from his nose again.
"What's with your nose?"
Before Suzaku was banished, he was tainted; his lips were stained with the touches of that human from back then.
Douman pressed his lips against Suzaku's and, instead of punishing himself for such crudeness, pinched the god's nose while kissing him at the same time.
"You're too beautiful and delicate; it's irritating."
Ranmaru touched his nose as he pulled away. It had a slight red tint from the pinch, making him look like a protesting bird.
Acchan laughed.
he was envious that Suzaku was still so attractive.
This time, Douman wouldn't stop thinking about imprisoning him; that desire would remain. Now he had Ranmaru all to himself; he wouldn't share him with anyone else.