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"When're the two of you going to just fucking get together?"
Sanemi looks at you over his cup. Despite the brash way he says it, there's no actual mockery behind it. If anything, his eyes convey a softness that you hadn't known him capable of until after…well, after everyone's world was flipped upside down. Now, after almost an entire year, it still throws you to see just how much he wears his heart on his sleeve when he isn't in survival mode. And now, after almost an entire year, he still gives you a smirk when he catches the surprise etched on your face over it.
"Shut up and pour me some more soju, Shinazugawa. I'm too sober to be answering dumbass questions like that," you sigh, holding out your cup for him to top it off. You pretend you don't see how heavy handed he is with it, the liquid overflowing over the rim and down your fingers as you try in vain to catch some of it between your lips.
He quirks a pale eyebrow at you before flopping back in his chair, splaying out lazily and taking another sip of his own drink. His eyes track your movements casually, watching as you gulp down what he gave you in record time. If he's impressed or worried about your consumption, he doesn't comment on it. After all, he's already deep in his cup, too. He's many things, but a hypocrite isn't one of them.
"Alright," you let out a hiss, exhaling the burn of the liquor in your throat, "that's better. Now, what the hell are you talking about? The two of us? Me and who?"
He rolls his eyes at your feigning ignorance and sucks his teeth audibly.
"Who else, idiot. Tomioka. You've been attached at the hip since…y'know. Me and Uzui ain't stupid. Even the kids are starting to see you as a package deal. Only reason none of us have said anything s'cause you two haven't," he explains, waving a hand in the air and then vaguely gesturing across the room behind you. "I mean, come on. You literally live together. Might as well start calling you mom and dad."
You lean your head back against the back of the sofa you sit on, looking at the room behind you upside down. It takes a second to acclimate before searching for Giyuu amongst the crowd of retired demon slayers at the get-together. He's easy enough to pinpoint. After all, Sanemi isn't lying. You've been with him almost every day for the last year. You think you could recognize him in a dark room on energy alone.
He's standing across from Tengen with a barely-there smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His haori drapes over his right side, and he's holding a drink in his left hand. The Kamado boy is standing between them, facing your direction and making a little semi-circle out of their group. They chat about something inaudible, but you only have eyes for Giyuu. It's a self-indulgent display, you know it, but you stare openly.
Tanjirou catches you first. His face lights up as he says something excitedly and taps Giyuu on his shoulder. Then he openly points in your direction, drawing the attention of Tengen as well. The ex-Hashira looks at you knowingly and raises a brow in a mirror image of Sanemi prior to asking about you and Giyuu.
Giyuu's smile falls for a second in a look of skepticism as he turns to look at where Tanjirou pointed. At you.
When both of you make eye contact, you offer him a dopey upside down smile. He returns it with a half smile of his own and takes another sip of his drink before looking back to Tanjirou and Tengen to say something. They both groan in response, loud enough for you to hear from your spot on the couch, and roll their eyes. Then Tengen pours more of something into Giyuu's cup. Also very reminiscent of the actions of a certain other white haired man sitting across from you.
They continue to goad him about something, but you decide to return to your current conversation partner.
"Nah, he doesn't like me like that. S'like…I dunno," you find it a bit hard to verbalize your thoughts with the alcohol thrumming through your veins, "I would if I thought he wanted to. Totally. But it isn't like that."
Ohhh, that last cup pushed you past the 'keeping my inside thoughts to myself' stage of drunk. The words bubble up in your throat and spill out far too easily.
You look up at Sanemi for a split second as if to try to warn him, but he's making a strange face over your shoulder, so you just let it all out. He can yell at you later, and you can blame it on the drinks he poured you.
"I mean, he's perfect, right? We've been through all the same shit. I've watched him pick himself up from the worst possible things and build this new life with the kids and all of us, y'know? He's smart. He's kind. I've never met anyone who cared so fucking much about everyone, even if he doesn't always show it."
"Shut up-" Sanemi tries, but you steamroll right over him.
"I can see it, though. I see it every day. The way he looks at the kids when we have meals together, all proud of them. He loves them so much, Sanemi. Then…then the way he makes sure to pick up my favorite food when he buys groceries, even if I don't ask him to? The way he waits on the porch for me to come home. Every. Afternoon. Every afternoon. Or the little smiles he gives me when we just…sit around the house doing nothing. Fuck. I would, yeah. But I just don't think he's into that. Which is okay. I'm just happy to be with him. Doesn't have to be with him with him."
"You remember earlier when I called you an idiot?" He interjects before you can go on another tangent or continue your current one.
You blink.
"Y-yeah?"
"Still stands. Good luck."
He gets up from his seat, taking the bottle with him in his retreat and leaving you there stunned in confusion.
You hear the soft thump of something and turn your body in your seat just in time to see Sanemi clap Giyuu on the shoulder from where he stands right behind you. To his credit, Giyuu doesn't even remotely acknowledge him, his gaze glued to you and his lips parted. He even seems a bit flushed.
"Oh. Hey. D-did you want to head home?"
Maybe he hadn't heard you. Maybe Sanemi was calling you an idiot for something completely unrelated to you being a fucking idiot and saying all that about how much you adore Giyuu right in front of his face.
"Yeah," he says plainly before walking around to your front and offering his hand to help you up.
You hastily finish the last sip of your drink and take his hand, trying to ignore the way your fingers tremble at the thought of having been caught. Maybe you can blame the alcohol. Maybe you haven't ruined everything. Maybe it'll be okay. You'll just have to be the best roommate in the entire world for the rest of your life, and maybe he won't kick you out of the house. Maybe neither of you will remember you running your mouth by morning.
You only live a short walk from here at Sanemi's home on the outskirts of the compound that once made up the homes of most of the Hashira, including the Butterfly Mansion and the recently rebuilt Ubuyashiki mansion. Giyuu's (and, subsequently, yours) house is near the back of the 'neighborhood'. He's always opted for solitude, and this is no exception.
Some of your anxieties are soothed when Giyuu keeps his hand in yours as you walk. The alcohol makes you teeter more than you'd like, and you bump into him several times. You mutter a sorry every time it happens, and he just hums in response and stands closer, trying to avoid letting you fall.
The entire walk is silent besides your inability to move in a straight line. He doesn't say anything. Neither do you. You just wallow in the cold night air and pray that he doesn't make you pack your bags. Or worse, tell you he never wants to see you again.
By the time you make it home, you're ready to curl up in bed and die.
He walks ahead of you and slides the door open, beckoning you in first; another thing he does every time you come home together that makes your heart melt just a little bit more.
You shuffle into the dark house and let out a soft sigh of relief to finally be home.
"It was nice seeing everyone again," Giyuu says, breaking the silence first.
"Yeah…yeah, it was. I miss them a lot, sometimes. I know we're all busy, but they're family. All of them may as well be brothers and sisters at this point, huh?" You say with a tense laugh, even though it kills you a little to associate Giyuu as a 'brother'. Damage control is not your strong suit.
"Most of them," he replies.
"What, does Sanemi not count as a brother? I know he was a jerk to you back in the day, but he's been trying. At least give him 'annoying cousin'."
Humor is the easiest way for you to deflect. Even if it falls abysmally flat.
"You don't count."
You wonder if he can hear the way your heart cracks in two when he finishes that sentence.
"Oh…" Your voice is lost. The single word comes out dripping with emotion you try desperately to swallow but subsequently choke on.
You fucked it all up. An entire year in less than a minute.
"Wait, no, I mean-" he reaches out for you, hand cupping your face despite how you won't meet his eye, "you're more than that. So much more than that. But…but you've got a couple things wrong, okay?"
"I know! I know. I shoulda never said anything to Sanemi. He just asked and I thought…well, I didn't think. I just said it 'cause it's true. You mean so much to me, and I would never, ever do anything to ruin that," you hiccup, irritated you aren't more eloquent with your words in your drunkenness, "but you can be mad at me. I understand. Been living with you this long and lyin' to you 'bout all of it…"
"No, that's-" he lifts your head with his hand, and in the dark you can just barely see his furrowed brow and the cogs turning in his head, "that's not it. I mean, that's not what you're wrong about. It's the other thing. That I'm not into that."
You try to recall what he's referring to.
"That?"
"You know…that!"
You blink at him, not a thought behind your eyes.
"This!" He says in exasperation before he leans in to give you a featherlight kiss.
You don't react at first, so he pulls away, worried he's the one who made a mistake this time. He only gets about halfway there before you have both hands on his face, pulling him back to you for a real kiss.
"Mph!" He lets out a surprised grunt at the sudden return of his affections. The shock only lasts a second, and soon you have an arm wrapped around your waist and much more pliant lips pressing against yours.
It isn't apparent who starts moving first. The two of you stagger towards Giyuu's room specifically. You, going backwards and trying hopelessly not to fall, and Giyuu, guiding you firmly with a hand spread out over the small of your back. Neither of you wants to break away from the kiss, scared that if you do, you might wake up from the obvious dream you're dreaming.
He presses you up against the bedroom door, making you gasp. The parting of your lips emboldens him, giving him the courage to slip his tongue into your mouth. He successfully turns your gasp into a moan. You feel the hand on your back press even harder, holding you against his body as firmly as possible in response to hearing you make such a noise.
It takes a minute for him to fumble with finding the handhold to slide the door open, but he triumphs once again, slamming it open in his eagerness before attempting to continue toward your original destination.
He doesn't account for the lack of stability once said door is gone.
The two of you topple to the ground. Sometimes you almost forget he was a Hashira, but it's moments like this, when his reflexes kick in and he manages to get his hand behind your head before it cracks against the ground, that you remember. In order to save you, he has to sacrifice himself. He lands heavy on his right side with a grunt, letting his shoulder take the brunt of his fall.
The wind is knocked out of you, but you still sit up quickly to assess the damage and check that he's alright. He's by no means fragile, yet you fret anyway.
He gives you a sheepish smile.
"M'fine. Might have hurt my arm, though," he says, pointing to his right side. The side with…no arm. "Think it'll grow back?"
You stare at him for a few seconds in silence, and he stares blankly right back, as if waiting for you to get the joke.
"Do you think you'll live long enough to make it to the bed?" You deadpan, being 'very' serious. "Or do you want to postpone until your arm heals?"
He scrambles to his feet immediately, stumbling ever so slightly as he does so. Apparently, the two of you have had more alcohol than you both thought. Being laid out on the floor probably just solidifies that fact. He's still eager enough, though, as he hoists you to your feet with ease.
You don't waste any time following him once you're up. The bed is only a couple of steps away by this point, and it's effortless for both of you to flop down. This time, you go face first, groaning into a pillow at finally giving yourself a rest while the room spins. It's nice, though. Giyuu is warm beside you, and the bedspread smells like him, so you inhale deeply.
"Are you sniffing my pillow?"
You turn your head just enough to face him, not moving the rest of your body. You squint at him.
"Okay, so? You smell good."
"You're drunk."
"Takes one to know one."
Then you're kissing again. You turn the rest of the way so you're on your left side, and he does the same. He's on his right, allowing him to freely grab your thigh and hike your leg up over her waist. Hell, you do most of the heavy lifting the second you realize what he's doing. Anything to get your legs around him.
He's much more talkative than you expect when he's drunk, but you aren't complaining. It's no secret that you love hearing his voice.
"How long have you wanted…this?"
"You can say 'sex', Giyuu," you whisper, breaking away from his lips to press open mouth kisses to his jaw. You take extra care to catalogue his soft sighs as he leans into the touch to memory.
"Okay, how long have you wanted to have sex?"
"Since I met you, probably. Duh, look at you. But like…I didn't really want it to happen 'til we'd been living together for a while. But then it just seemed too late. Like if I said anything, I'd be taking advantage of you bein' so nice to me."
You huff in exasperation when he pulls away from you, but it's just so that he can return the favor, nipping a trail of love bites up the column of your throat before ending off in another full blown kiss. It lasts for several moments before he breaks off to speak again.
"I knew the first day I sat outside waiting for you to come home," he offers unprompted, "and I thought…this is the happiest I've been in months. Just seeing you. Coming home. To me. I didn't want you to do that with anyone else. I missed you all day and couldn't understand why. I think I know, now."
It's difficult for him to position, but he nudges your shoulder with his hand, prompting you onto your back. Then he situates himself over you, forearm resting beside your shoulder to hold himself up.
"Is that so?" You smile up at him. "Do some self-reflection, Giyuu?"
"Mn."
"Don't go quiet on me now, Tomioka. You're the one who started this," you scoff, wrapping your legs around his waist.
You want to hear him say it.
"I want to eat you out," he dodges the question so explicitly and with such a bold statement that you laugh out loud.
Not exactly what you were expecting, but you'll take it. For now.
"'kay," you agree, not pushing the issue. Especially if he wants to be between your legs.
Permission granted, he sits back on his knees. He's just about to shimmy down the bed when you stop him.
"Wait, take your shirt off. Wanna see you."
"You first. Oh, um, and your pants," he says with a nod. "That'll help."
You roll your eyes playfully and get to work. You slip your top off with no fuss, and he begins to unbutton your pants while you're preoccupied. It's a little out of his range of motion to pull them down, but you don't mind helping out. They're lost to the floor moments later. Then you're bare beneath him on full display. It's silly of you to feel nervous but you do. You want him to like what he sees. Need him to. Everything in you screams to cover yourself with your arms or your hands, but you fight back the urge.
He looks down at you with a dopey smile, drinking you in and completely washing away your doubts.
"Pretty," he mumbles before tearing off his own shirt and dropping down between your thighs.
"Hey, wait a sec-"
He shoves his entire face into you like he wants to be suffocated. Your legs clamp around his head just on a knee-jerk reaction, making him moan into your pussy as he drags a flat tongue through your folds. Your hips buck into him, but he just huffs and wraps his lips around your clit with a firm suck.
"Oh!" You can't really say much beyond that. Anything remotely coherent flies from your mind instantly.
His arm wraps around our left leg, which allows him to splay a hand across your stomach. From his newly appointed position, he looks up at you, trying to catch your eye. You meet his gaze, allow yourself to get lost in it. It's as easy as breathing.
The whole ordeal is sloppy. His tongue laps at you lazily, never staying in one spot for more than a few moments. It still manages to feel ridiculously good despite the lack of finesse. It's been years since anyone has gone down on you. And now it's Giyuu going down on you. He's drunk on your pussy and the alcohol, and just so eager to eat you up that you think it might be the best head you've ever had.
When he's had his fill of you rutting against his mouth, he lifts his head from your clit with an obscene pop of suction. A strand of spit connects his tongue to your pussy until he licks his lips while looking down at his handywork. You're absolutely throbbing, and he's staring with red cheeks and breathless puffs of air escaping him to ghost over your thighs.
"I wanna do this again tomorrow. And the next day, and the next day, and-"
"Giyuu!" You cry out. You can't hear him say that in his ridiculously pragmatic tone, as if he fully and truly intends to eat you out every day moving forward. It's too much. You'll go insane, you know it. "Please…"
He kisses just above your pussy and then begins a trail up your front, stopping to place one final press of his lips between your breasts before sitting back on his knees again. He uses one hand to unbutton his pants with learned precision, then lets out a hiss as he finally frees his cock.
It's flushed about as red as his cheeks, and he's already wet with precum. You can't help but think it looks pretty. Perhaps now you understand how Giyuu felt just moments ago, because any other time you might love to spend some time on your knees worshipping it with your tongue. Tonight, however, you both seem to have different plans. Plans that you're starting to get impatient about.
"C'mon," you whine, a noise that you don't think you've ever made before in your life. It's completely uninhibited, but you don't care because it makes him snap to attention in an instant. There's a voice in the back of your mind that scolds you mercilessly for being so wanton, but it's drowned out by the voice that tells you to let your legs fall apart so Giyuu can slide his hips between them.
"I think I like it when you're needy," he teases, pressing his front to yours, wanting to be as close as possible.
"I need you," you whine, trying to crane your neck to reach his lips that he keeps just out of reach.
"I'm right here," he replies, tilting his head to the side.
You groan.
"You're a mean drunk."
He scoffs and gives you a kiss to halt your complaining.
When he pulls back, he winces in realization.
"Can you…?"
"Can I what?" you ask.
He looks down sheepishly to where his cock rests against your stomach, then back up to the arm currently holding him up. Then at you.
You both burst out into a fit of giggles.
You love him.
"I love you," you whisper after the two of you calm down again. He's gone partially soft and has hidden his face in your neck because every time the two of you make eye contact, you start laughing again.
The words roll off your tongue at the same time they had popped into your head, and you know that you meant them with every fiber of your being. You want to laugh like this with him for the rest of your life. You want to come home after a night of drinking with friends and fall all over each other. You want to share his bed forever, grow old together, come home to him waiting for you on the porch in the afternoon sun. You want it so bad it hurts.
"I love you," he mirrors the words. You can feel his lips against your skin as he speaks, accompanied by the warmth of what you can only assume are tears that he is failing to hide from you.
"I'm here," you soothe, taking him in hand and lining him up so he can sink into you. "I'm right here."
He bottoms out easily. You're practically dripping after so much tension. After so much lead up. Finally, finally it culminates in the snap of his hips as he pulls out just enough to slam back in.
"Want to touch you," he laments, but you'll have none of it. He's perfect, and you're going to make sure he knows.
"You fill me so fucking good," you curse, the profanity making his hips falter slightly before they pick up again, taking a feverish new pace.
"You like that, huh? Hearing how good your cock feels inside me? How long I've waited to have you fuck me like this?"
You slip a hand between your bodies to rub your clit. Neither of you is going to last long; that much is obvious. He's already losing himself, whimpering and whining in your ear in a way you've never imagined him to act. You adore it. You can't wait to hear it again once you're sober and can figure out what makes him tick; to lay him bare and take your time with him.
"C-can I cum inside?" he trips over the sentence, perhaps worried you'll say no.
You tighten your legs around him, which is his undoing.
"I'm sorry, I'm-"
You won't hear an apology from him. Don't need it.
"I love you," you drown him out, "I love you, Giyuu. Cum for me."
He lets out a cry and then kisses you. It's uncoordinated, too much tongue and teeth, but you wouldn't change it for the world as you return with just as much enthusiasm.
You revel in the feel of him spilling inside you. There's something about it that satiates a deep yearning you've had for longer than you know. It sets your skin abuzz and settles warmly in your chest.
Giyuu isn't satisfied, though.
Continuing to thrust into you, he urges you on.
"Keep touching yourself, don't stop. I want to feel you cum, too."
His words are almost enough to get you there alone, but you continue to touch yourself while he desperately searches for a steady pace with his hips. It doesn't take long. You're exhausted and so, so close.
It isn't mindblowing. You don't see fireworks. It washes over you in a comforting wave as you clench around him and let out a soft gasp. It's the kind of orgasm that makes your mind fuzzy and your body melt back into the pillows as Giyuu rides you through it in a slow grind, cock already softening inside you.
When it's over, he falls beside you and drags you into him, nuzzling into you unashamedly.
The world is quiet. Peaceful.
"I'm happy to be with you, too," he says, voice laced with the beginnings of sleep.
It's the last thing you hear before you doze off.