Breath (And How That Leads To Sex)

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Underage
Category: M/M
Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 |
Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
Relationship: Kamado Tanjirou/Tomioka Giyuu
Additional Tags: And almost every other character, everyone loves Tanjiro, especially
Giyu, the story on how they started hooking up, and of how everyone
found out, Sexual Content, smexy concentrated breathing training lol,
Rengoku and a few others pine for Tanjiro, but he already belongs to
Giyu, there's fluff, Smut, scandel, Tanjiro is bottom ofc, Possessive
Giyu, First Time, Light Dom/sub, virgin Tanjiro is clueless, such a
country bumpkin, NVM IT'S ACTUALLY NOT LIGHT DOM/SUB,
Medium Dom/Sub, A lot of biting, I seriously only found out I was into
that by writing this fic akjdhakjs, no choking but almost?, Barebacking,
Creampie, we all need some MILK, i mean jesus, Tanjiro likes it rough,
He's really noisy OOF
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Breath, Sweat, and Tears (Trilogy)
Collections: my heart is here, FanFiction Hangover[This deserve to be worshiped
and I’ll rec these for the rest of my life!), Demon Slayer ⚔️
Stats: Published: 2021-05-04 Completed: 2021-08-01 Words: 35,989
Chapters: 3/3

Breath (And How That Leads To Sex)

by IReallyHateMyself

Summary

Zenitsu began to slowly walk backward, in pure shock. Tanjiro was really… He was really
being railed right now, wasn’t he?

“Please-- please--”

The Hashira let out a deep groan that went almost unheard under all of Tanjiro’s cries.

“Almost--”

Zenitsu was blushing all the way to his ears. Nope, nope, nope. He had to get out of here
now. He didn’t want to hear *any* of this.
He scurried to the end of the hall, trying to not scream in panic that his nicest and most
wholesome friend was getting his brains fucked out. By a much older and stronger demon
slayer, no less-- a fucking Hashira.

(AKA the fic on how Tanjiro and Giyu started hooking up, and how everyone found out.
Featuring a completely innocent type of concentrated breathing training I made up for p l o
 t)

Notes

This is my first smut-central fic and I think I'm going to hell.

In the wise words of ColeyDoesThings,

"Let me sin in peace."

Also this takes place sometime after Tanjiro and the gang settle down in the Butterfly
Mansion, before the Mugan Train arc. And! As an anime-only I looked at the manga free
preview of volume 9 (the one right after Mugan Train) just to see and when I tell you I
SCREAMED to see Giyu's description be "He has always cared for Tanjiro"
asdhaskjdhaskjh PLS MY HEART.

Anyways! Please enjoy!

 Breath
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Tanjiro nervously stood in front of the Water Hashira’s door.

Shinobu had said he would be here at headquarters today, but the last few times Tanjiro has tried...
no one answered.

Nerves tugged on his stomach anyway.

Ever since Tanjiro heard that the man had staked his life on Nezuko, he’d been trying to find the
pillar to thank him in person, but Giyu Tomioka remained as elusive as ever. He would even bake a
new tray of rice crackers each time --he wanted them to be fresh, after all-- just in the hopes that
today he’d finally be able to properly show his gratitude. Not like rice crackers were nearly
enough, but still.

Tanjiro hated how even the idea of giving Giyu a gift made his heart stammer. To say he had a
little bit of a crush was an understatement, and his and Nezuko’s life being saved by the man, not
once but twice, definitely didn’t help things. It also didn’t help that he was the most handsome
person Tanjiro had ever seen, and remembering the way Giyu protectively pulled the Snake
Hashira off his back when Nezuko was on trial only added fuel to the fire.

Tanjiro knew the idea of being with Giyu would stay just fantasy, though.

There was no way he’d ever have a chance, and Tanjiro didn’t even know if having feelings like
this for another guy was normal (most couples he’s seen were man-woman, but he had heard a few
stories...) so he tried to leave it at just that-- fantasies.

Problem was that his embarrassment and giddiness were very very real.

Tanjiro sighed. He was probably getting all worked for nothing-- Giyu might not even be here.

He knocked on the door, pulled the tray of rice crackers closer to his chest, and waited.

“What is it?” The door opened, and Giyu was actually there , looking as stoic as ever.

“Oh! Hello, Tomioka-san!” Tanjiro beamed. He was excited and nervous all at the same time to
finally see him since the Hashira meeting. “May I come in?”

Giyu looked down at him for a moment, as if belatedly processing all of that. His face stayed the
same, but Tanjiro smelled some interest perk up in the man. The Water Hashira was usually
indifferent to everything, so the small victory had his heart speeding up.

“Okay,” Giyu stepped aside.

The room was very bare, the rice straw floor clean and unused. It only had a tatami mat for
sleeping and a long dark wood table against the wall with a scroll poster above it. This was
probably Giyu’s room only when he was around headquarters-- Tanjiro wasn’t sure if he had a
mansion like Shinobu but surely he didn’t live entirely here-- but that still didn’t help the rush of
nerves that came from just the idea of actually being in Giyu’s room .

He and the Water Hashira were alone too.

“Um,” Tanjiro gently put the tray on the short table and politely sat on his knees. “I made you
some rice crackers, Tomioka-san. There’s just so much you’ve done for me and I could never
begin to repay you but-- but I’ll do my best to try. Thank you for saving Nezuko.”

Giyu sat down in front of him. “Just be a good demon slayer and defeat Muzan. There’s no need to
be in my debt.”

Tanjiro’s beam waivered, a little taken aback. It couldn’t be that simple, but he didn’t want to
argue either. Also the reminder of his outlandish claim about defeating Muzan that he had made in
front of all the Hashiras and Ubuyashiki didn’t help lessen his embarrassment.

“I’ll do my best and work hard,” Tanjiro settled. He was still going to try to repay Giyu in any way
he could though. Crush or not, he owed this man everything.

Giyu nodded, and for a moment Tanjiro was afraid that would be the end of the conversation or
that he would have to come up with something to keep it going. Thankfully the Water Hashira
spoke after the pause.

“So, I’ve heard you’ve been trying to master concentration breathing constant?”

Tanjiro perked up like the sunrise.

“Yeah! I’ve been training every day with Kanao and the others, and I can last much longer now.”
He averted his gaze and rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve been having some trouble keeping it up
in my sleep, though.”

“Are your concentrated breaths always this tense?”

Tanjiro blinked. “Huh?”

“Your concentrated breathing right now,” Giyu gestured to his own chest to elaborate, “I can tell
you’re tenser than you have to be.”

“O-oh,” Tanjiro flushed, “No they’re not usually, but I guess right now I’m just a bit flustered.”

Giyu raised an eyebrow. “Flustered?”

Crap. Tanjiro flinched, realizing he just admitted that out loud.

“Uh,” He tried backtracking, “I mean-- no, I’m just nervous… I guess. I mean! Not because of,
well-- not in a bad way, just…” Tanjiro didn’t know where he was trying to go with this, and it
didn’t help that Giyu’s scent of interest became more distinct. “Nevermind.” He hastily finished.
His heartbeat sounded louder in his ears, and it was reminiscent of the first time Tanjiro tried to
hold concentrated breathing constant and thought that he had made his heart burst. It was too loud,
and the idea of Giyu being able to hear it only made Tanjiro tense further.

“That’s no good. Your breathing just got tenser than before.”

“Sorry!” Tanjiro slapped his face with both hands, his palms strikingly cold against his blush. He
had to get a hold of himself! If he couldn’t even maintain concentrated breathing constant while
talking to Giyu, there was no way he could master it in his sleep, let alone 24/7.

Tanjiro was so occupied with trying to psyche himself out of it that he didn’t even notice when
Giyu silently moved behind him. He nearly jumped when he felt the warm breath against his ear.

“Here,” Giyu’s voice was too close, and Tanjiro flinched when the Water Hashira put a palm on
his stomach and another on his chest. “Keep breathing, and try to pay attention to the different
expansion rates of your chest and stomach. If you can’t push against my hands, you’re too tense
and shallow.”

Tanjiro’s head was spinning just from the man’s voice being so close. He was fighting the urge to
squirm with the hairs on the back of his nape fluttering with each of Giyu’s breaths, and he could
see his knuckles on his knees clench. The position was nearly like receiving a hug from behind,
and Tanjiro was trying to not think of it that way.

“Relax…”

Tanjiro tried to take deeper concentrated breaths, and the buffer of Giyu’s hands pressing down on
his torso forced him to push the air even deeper.

“There you go.”

Tanjiro tried to ignore him and just breathe, but the hint of pride in the pillar’s tone had him
ducking his head. He must’ve spent too much time at Shinobu’s mansion-- his stomach was
definitely full of butterflies.

His shoulders beginning to slump, Tanjiro’s spent another minute successfully taking relaxed
concentrated breaths. He was finally getting some of his nerves under control, but--

“Your heart’s still going a bit fast,” Giyu noted.

Tanjiro gaped. How could he forget that it was impossible for the Water Hashira to not feel it with
his palm literally on his chest!

“O-oh, sorry...”

A strong huff on Tanjiro’s neck had him straightening. Did Giyu just… laugh?

Was he laughing at him?

“Hey, that’s not funny,” Tanjiro half-heartedly pouted.

He felt another puff against his ear.

“Just keep breathing.”

Tanjiro couldn’t help but smile to himself at hearing the amusement in Giyu’s voice. It was faint,
but it was there, and with the scent it was undeniable.

He tried to succumb to the peace of the breathing exercise, but he kept having bursts of nerves and
excitement every time he became hyper-aware of their positions. Giyu’s hands were just as callous
as his, but somehow felt softer, and they were much bigger than Tanjiro’s. Just both of his palms,
one on his chest and stomach, nearly took up Tanjiro’s entire torso.

For some reason the image made warmth seep into his belly.
Tanjiro didn’t know much about romance, but he knew what attraction was. He also knew what
couples did together-- like hold hands, and kiss, and touch. Every time Tanjiro even imagined
doing those things with Giyu, he’d get that same feeling in his lower stomach. He wasn’t
completely oblivious though either, he had heard the obscene tales from other village boys, but
when it came to anything more than that-- when it came to sex-- Tanjiro’s knowledge was meager
at best.

He didn’t even think half the stories he heard were true, let alone possible.

Still, that didn’t stop him from wondering about it.

Tanjiro had the fleeting thought of just outright asking Giyu to teach him, show him, but merely
the idea had him blushing to his ears. He could never do that!

“Are you concentrating?”

Tanjiro nearly jolted out of his skin. His concentrated breathing had become tense again to the
point that he wasn’t even pushing against Giyu’s hands anymore and his heart was going tenfold.
Giyu could probably feel the heat of Tanjiro’s face from here.
“Yes!” He nearly squeaked, “Sorry, Tomioka-san. I just… I just got distracted.”

Giyu made a noncommittal sound, completely unaware that the low noise only had Tanjiro fighting
to not shiver.

“What is it?”

“Huh?”

“What’s bothering you?”

Tanjiro swallowed. He hadn’t expected Giyu to outright ask.

He tried to focus on his breathing again. “It’s not something bothering me necessarily… I guess
I’m just feeling… overstimulated, right now. That’s all.”

“And why’s that?”

Tanjiro wanted to throw himself through the fusuma walls. Giyu was so stoic and indifferent
usually, but he managed to be interested at the worst of times, like he was completely oblivious or
something.

“I dunno…” He mumbled, averting his gaze to the floor even though Giyu was behind him.

Surely Giyu had to know by now. Tanjiro was being too obvious and flustered around the pillar
that it was straight-up embarrassing, and each moment that’s had his heart speeding up didn’t go by
unnoticed.

And then Giyu pulled him up against his chest.

“Match my breathing,” He instructed.

Tanjiro barely heard it.

His thighs were now caged between Giyu’s, the pillar so close that he was nearly on the man’s lap.
He could feel Giyu’s broad chest pushing steady breaths against his back, and Tanjiro did his best
to control the blood rushing to his face. He knew Giyu was taller than him, but in this position
Tanjiro just felt small .

Giyu was leaning over Tanjiro a bit to make sure he could feel his entire chest, but all it did was
distract the boy more; He could feel the Water Hashira’s chin brushing against his hair and side of
his forehead.

“Breathe, Kamado.”

Tanjiro wanted to shout back that he was pushing against him too much, that he was too close, that
his voice was too distracting, and a multitude of other frustrations. Instead his bit his tongue.

“That’s it.” Giyu praised after a long moment. “Relax some more. There’s no reason for you to be
nervous.”

Tanjiro would beg to differ.

He tried to just enjoy the silence and physical closeness, but Giyu wasn’t finished.

“Is it me that’s making you tense?”

Tanjiro outright startled.

“What?! No! I mean--”

It was too late.

He had completely dropped his concentrated breathing, and that made it all go downhill. His face
heated in embarrassment, and now there was no way Giyu could misinterpret his blush and fast-
paced heart.

Tanjiro could smell the realization from the pillar. The soft scent of serene and mild interest
changed into a sharp spike of shock and then settled on something… heavy… that Tanjiro couldn’t
really read.

“Ah.” Was all Giyu said.

He released the boy and shifted enough to not be touching him at all anymore. “My apologies, I
didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable--”

“Wait!” Tanjiro pivoted, frantically waving his hands in front of himself, “No, no it’s not your
fault, Tomioka-san! It’s me, I just-- I’m just, overthinking things or something... Please don’t
apologize, you were only trying to help my training.” He didn’t mean to make Giyu feel bad! The
small tinge of guilt in the man’s scent along with the rest of the unreadable ones made Tanjiro want
to hang his head in shame. “Please,” He implored, “Let me try again. I should be able to keep
concentrated breathing constant regardless.”

Giyu hesitated. “Are you certain you don’t want to do this with someone else?”

“Yes. I won’t drop it this time.” Tanjiro promised. Truth be told, he also really wanted to be held
close to Giyu like that again-- even if it made him nervous.

The Water Hashira shook his head, and for a second Tanjiro was afraid that he was going to
completely reject the request.

“No, let’s try another way. It won’t involve touching.” Giyu said.
For a second, Tanjiro just felt hurt. Had he made Giyu uncomfortable? Was the pillar disgusted by
him ? His spiraling thoughts stopped short when the Water Hashira suddenly moved to be in front
of him.

Right in front of him.

“Open your mouth.”

Tanjiro blinked. His face was heating up again, and for a second he was going to question the man
until he saw that he was completely serious.

“O-okay…” Tanjiro opened his mouth, his still-healing jaw slightly protesting at the motion.

“I want you to practice concentrated breathing as deep as you can possibly go. You’re going to
breathe in through your mouth and mouth only, and when you do I’ll match you. You’ll have to be
strong enough to take the air before I can.”

Tanjiro’s eyebrows scrunched, not really understanding.

He’s going to steal my air?

“Ready, go.”

Tanjiro started his concentrated breathing again, but he was instantly thrown off by Giyu leaning
so close that their noses brushed. The pillar even tilted his head to get a better angle right on top of
his mouth, and then he inhaled right as he did and--

Tanjiro nearly choked.

All of the air he was breathing was taken right out of him, and the interruption was enough to drop
concentration altogether and for Tanjiro to recoil back.

“Sorry,” He immediately sputtered. He hadn’t been expecting that at all .

“Do you want to try again?” Giyu asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tanjiro tried his best to not look as flustered as he felt when he gave him a smile.
“Now that I’m prepared I’ll do better.”

“Alright.” Giyu shifted close again to assume the same position. “Start.”

Tanjiro inhaled, and even knowing what was going to happen didn’t stop the shock and thrill of
feeling Giyu take all his air without even touching him . He instinctively leaned back to get more
oxygen, but he was immediately forced to do it properly the second time, Giyu grabbing his jaw
and holding him in place.

His grip was strong, and Tanjiro was forced to inhale harder to compensate, his concentrated
breathing being the most strained he’d ever felt. It was like training on the mountain, running at a
sprint, and being spun all at the same time. He didn’t know if the spinning part was because he
wasn’t getting enough air or because of Giyu practically being centimeters away from kissing him-
- either way, it quickly became a high he didn’t want to stop.

Tanjiro’s lungs were starting to burn, and every time they inhaled in sync together his stomach did
flips. He had closed his eyes a long time ago to focus, but his heart jumped to his throat when his
lashes fluttered open and he saw Giyu looking right back. His gorgeous blue eyes were hazed over
and lidded, and him looking like that and Tanjiro practically panting up into his mouth and their
breathing speeding up in tandem was all too much and--

The adrenaline rush and the pain of his concentrated breathing pushed to its limits had Tanjiro’s
exhales increasingly sounding more and more like whimpers, and he scrunched his eyes shut
again.

“Tomioka-san--” He tried, meekly lifting his fist to pound at his chest. “I don’t think I can--” He
gasped, his lungs on fire, “I can’t--”

“A few more.”

“Hah-- ah--!”

Tanjiro clutched Giyu’s collar in desperation. His head was starting to feel light and he was
instinctively crying out with each labored breath as his body fought for oxygen.

It was too much, it was too much, it was--

“Please-- please--”

All Tanjiro could hear was his own heart, so he nearly missed the way Giyu groaned.

“Almost--”

It was only a second, but it felt like an eternity until Giyu’s constant breath finally stopped
suffocating Tanjiro.

The Water Hashira released his hold on his jaw, and Tanjiro immediately sagged and fell into his
chest. The pillar caught him by the shoulders easily, and the boy could only keep gasping. Forget
concentrated breathing-- near the end he couldn’t breathe at all.

“Are you alright?” Giyu sounded a bit breathless himself, but Tanjiro knew he didn’t have any
issues getting air. There was also a musky scent, the heavy one he smelled earlier, that was starting
to dissipate from the man. Tanjiro hadn’t even noticed how much that smell overwhelmed the air
until now, but, whatever it was, it was already being quickly replaced with concern and that tinge
of guilt again.

“I’m okay,” He assured, still catching his breath. “I just need a moment to,” He inhaled deeply, and
suddenly everything felt much lighter, “I just need to catch my breath.”

Tanjiro couldn’t even afford the thought to be embarrassed as Giyu unabashedly watched him, his
priority being to quell the burning in his lungs. This was way worse than the first time he ran the
mountain when training with Urokodaki, but at the same time, it was strangely the most
exhilarating experience he’d ever have. Not to mention it one of the most intense concentrated
breathing exercises he’d ever done; no doubt it would make him stronger. That tiny thought was
enough for Tanjiro to feel satisfied with the lingering ache in his lungs.

“Are you certain? I could get Aoi--”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Tanjiro managed to pull himself back up to a sitting position, subconsciously
smoothing over the parts of Giyu’s uniform that he ruffled before recoiling after realizing what he
was doing. “That was just… intense, is all.”

Giyu nodded understandingly, a small smile even on his lips. “It’s seemed to have helped, though.”
“Hm?” Tanjiro looked up at him. He barely processed what he said, way more in awe to see the
Water Hashira actually smiling.

“You’re still doing concentrated breathing.”

Tanjiro looked down at himself and patted his chest. “Oh, wow. You’re right! I hadn’t even
noticed-- I thought I had dropped it towards the end of the exercise.”

“You had, but you subconsciously picked it up right after.” There was a hint of pride in Giyu’s
tone and scent, and it almost had him feeling light-headed again.

Tanjiro beamed, undeniably happy with the concentrated breathing progress. “It feels so light and
effortless for once.”

“You did good.” Giyu agreed.

Now Tanjiro was feeling overwhelmed in a completely different way. He couldn’t help but
suddenly lean forward and catch the Water Hashira in a hug. Giyu made a soft noise of surprise,
but other than that he didn’t seem to oppose it. Tanjiro felt his heart bloom when the pillar returned
the embrace wrapped his arms around him.

“Thank you so much, Tomioka-san.” Tanjiro leaned back to look him in the eye, and already he
could tell his face was heating up. He pushed through the embarrassment. “Could we… Could we
do this again?”

Giyu looked back for a long moment.

Tanjiro tried to not be discouraged. “The concentrated breathing exercise.” He clarified, “I think
it’s one of the most effective trainings I’ve done.” He ended in a half sheepish laugh, hoping he
wasn’t pushing things too far. After all, Tanjiro couldn’t read the scent Giyu was giving off during
it, so he had no idea how the stoic pillar felt about it. Was it just as exhilarating for him? Was it
just as exciting?

A part of Tanjiro secretly hoped Giyu didn’t see it as strictly training.

Although it was completely true that it was effective, it was also the most erotic thing Tanjiro had
done, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to do it again.

“Of course,” Giyu finally said.

Tanjiro wanted to give him another hug, but refrained. He jumped up, only with minor stumbling
from getting up too fast, and dipped into a bow before hastily going to the door. “Thank you-- I’ll
see you later then! Have a good day, Tomioka-san!” He waved and left the room before he could
embarrass himself further.

After the door slid close, he leaned against it and brought his hands to his face, finally not trying to
hold back his blush.

Oh my kami-sama.

That had all actually happened. Tanjiro really just had the most scandalous breathing training with
Giyu, of all people. He had gone in only expecting to give his gift and that was it-- he had no idea
they would touch so much or breathe into each other for half an hour. He had no idea that he would
like it so much.
“I need to calm down,” Tanjiro mumbled to himself, wiping his face as if that could get rid of the
heat or the giddy smile. He was so caught up in his satisfied musings that he didn’t notice the flash
of yellow that disappeared behind the corner once he started walking back to the butterfly
mansion.

Zenitsu regretted everything.

He had been passing through a headquarters hallway while doing errands for the beautiful
Shinobu-chan, when his ears picked up on sounds-- one of them being Tanjiro’s voice.

I didn’t know Tanjiro was here , he thought, taking a detour to find him. He was only planning to
say hi, but the realization that he was in the special Hashira hall almost made him turn back. Why
would Tanjiro be here…?

“Your heart’s still going a bit fast.”

Zenitsu paused at hearing the deeper voice. Who in the world was that?

He was close enough to pick up their words, but the nuance of the interaction escaped him. To hear
natural sounds, such as blood circulation, breathing, movements, he’d need to be much closer, but
words were the easiest to pick up because they weren’t part of the natural undercurrent of life.
They flowed on top instead, like waves crashing into each other, and it was like how Zenitsu had to
focus to listen to the sounds of the sky while never having to try to hear the birds.

“O-oh, sorry...”

There was Tanjiro’s voice again. Without needing to hear his heart, Zenitsu could tell he was
nervous as hell. It only piqued his curiosity. Who was the mysterious man and why was he making
Tanjiro so anxious? He knew he shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but he couldn’t help it if they were
speaking so discreetly. It was like they were sharing a secret only between the two of them.

Tanjiro’s voice came again, this time more teasing and resigned.

“Hey, that’s not funny,”

“Just keep breathing.”

Zenitsu was beyond intrigued. What could they be doing that had Tanjiro going from a nervous
wreck to a fond gooey mess within seconds? And for kami-sama’s sake, who was the man he was
with? He had to be a Hashira, but that only brought an onslaught of more questions and Zenitsu
still had no idea who it could be.

No, he thought. He was better than this.

He began to walk away, back where he came, because he knew this wasn’t any of his business.
Besides, there was no way that Tanjiro was doing anything remotely interesting or dramatic like a
scandal or affair. In fact, out of the three of them, Zenistsu was probably the only one remotely
interested in romance, let alone sexuality.

And Tanjiro wasn’t the type to do those things.

Zenitsu nodded to himself, his decision justified, until he paused. He could still take that other
hallway to get back to the mansion… It wouldn’t hurt to just pass by….

Zenitsu turned back around, thinking not much of his indulgence to his gossip side, but then
suddenly froze upon getting close enough to hear them again.

“Open your mouth.”

Huh?! Zenitsu did a double-take. He had to just be thinking dirty or something because there was
no way--

“O-okay…”

Zenitsu nearly screamed. Tanjiro wouldn’t sound like that if it wasn’t something dirty! He did a
frantic dance in place as he panicked about what to do. Did he need to save him? Should he tell
someone?

It took too long for Zenitsu to realize that he was missing the rest of the conversation by running
back and forth like this. He forced himself to calm down and began walking down the hall again.
He’ll just pass by; he’ll just confirm that it’s definitely not what he’s thinking.

Things didn’t get any better as he got closer.

He could hear their breathing now, which was so labored that Zenitsu was surprised he couldn’t
hear any physical movements despite the distance. They had to be doing something intense to
sound that way, he was sure.

Tanjiro could just be training , he desperately told himself. This wasn’t proof that--

“Tomioka-san-- I don’t think I can-- I can’t--”

The Water Hashira?! Zenitsu froze, balking at the information. He had never seen that man talk, let
alone interact with anyone!

He felt his heart drop as he heard all of Tanjiro’s exhales taper into high whines. He wasn’t even
into men but those sounds were enough to get anyone aroused!

“A few more.”

“Hah-- ah--!”

Zenitsu began to slowly walk backward, in pure shock. Tanjiro was really… He was really being
railed right now, wasn’t he?

“Please-- please--”

The Hashira let out a deep groan that went almost unheard under all of Tanjiro’s cries.

“Almost--”

Zenitsu was blushing all the way to his ears. Nope, nope, nope. He had to get out of here now. He
didn’t want to hear any of this.

He scurried to the end of the hall, trying to not scream in panic that his nicest and most wholesome
friend was getting his brains fucked out. By a much older and stronger demon slayer, no less-- a
fucking Hashira.

He was about to finally reach the corner of the long hallway, but he couldn’t help but wait at the
end. Zenitsu just couldn’t believe it. He was in outright denial.

He didn’t have to wait long --thankfully unable to hear any more disturbing noises from where he
was-- before he could see Tanjiro exiting the room. The burgundy-haired boy slid the door behind
him and immediately leaned back on it like his knees were too weak to carry him, and he covered
his flushed face with his hands as if overcome with embarrassment.

Zenitsu swallowed.

Holy shit.

Tanjiro was totally having a ‘walk of shame’ moment!

Zenitsu was still in shock, but the irrefutable proof was right in front of him. He didn’t know what
he was supposed to with this information-- tell someone? Confront Tanjiro? But for now, he was
glad to know that no one else had witnessed that, or it could have gone badly for his friend.
Still, Zenitsu pitied himself for having to come across this secret. He regretted ever giving into his
curiosity because --for kami-sama’s sake-- he did not need to know that!

Covering his mouth to keep from squealing of the drama, he hurried around the corner before he
could be spotted by the boy at the scandal’s center.

Tanjiro didn’t even seem to notice.

EDIT: Guys I drew a picture and ASDJHASDJ I'm definitely going to hell--
Chapter End Notes

Tanjiro is going to go for another session without realizing how things are gonna
escalate, rip.
Also Zenitsu had a misunderstanding but is still rightfully distubred lmao.
Think this will have about two more chapters, because Tanjiro and Giyu's first time
together deserves 110% of the attention, so the other one will probably be them being
found out. They were actually supposed to go all the way here, but no matter how
much I wanted to do pwp, I just couldn't rush them. Just some spicy breath training for
now lmao.

Let me know what you think so far! Hope you enjoyed, stay safe!
 Breath and Sex
Chapter Summary

One week later, Giyu finally returns from another mission.

Tanjiro has a plan, one that may or may not involve stealing a kiss-- but Giyu takes it
farther.

WAY farther.

Chapter Notes

OML GUYs the reception I got for the first chapter was so amazing-- thank you so
much!!! Y'all are seriously the best ;w; I hadn't expected all the hype and sheeeeeeeesh
I just hope this chapter can meet your expectations. This took MUCH longer than I
thought it would to write though, not going to lie lol. It's 19 pages, tho!!

With that said, I hope you enjoy this chap!

EDIT: GUYS I DREW A PIC ASDJSHDKASH GO BACK TO CH 1 TO SEE IT

OOF

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Tanjiro was happily humming away, folding his infirmary bed sheets with an extra spring in his
step despite it being a rest day.

Inosuke and Zenitsu were still asleep, no doubt planning to stay in bed and take advantage of the
break. Even though they had finally started getting fired up and even started coming to trainings
with Tanjiro again, they still weren’t used to the sudden vigorous routine. Tanjiro would probably
be alone to do his own thing again.

“Giyu-san will be here tomorrow,” Shinobu had told him yesterday. Tanjiro had asked about Giyu
so often that the Insect Hashira promised to let him know as soon as they got word, and Tanjiro
only felt a little bad to be able to smell that she was getting a little exasperated underneath her
constant smile. At Tanjiro’s instant grin from the news, the same salty scent came back.

“Why is it that you like Giyu-san so much anyways, Tanjiro?”

His smile fell, suddenly realizing that his crush could be discovered by the perceptive women.

“Oh,” He shrugged, trying to not sound so overly starstruck. “Well, he didn’t kill Nezuko when we
first met. And he saved her from you and saved me from the lower Kitsuki on Mt. Natagumo.”
Tanjiro tried to really hone on his gratitude and his sister-- that needed no faking and neither did it
need any hiding of his more… improper feelings about the man.

“Oh my, that’s right. I forgot that he was the one that originally spared her.”

“Yeah! So I’m very grateful,” Tanjiro beamed.

She nodded in understanding, but something about how long she closely regarded him had Tanjiro
feeling like she knew there was something more to it. He thanked her and ran off before she could
ask anything else, and he was ecstatic the rest of the day.

It had been about another week since Tanjiro had seen the Water Hashira, and to say he was
looking forward to it was an understatement. He went to bed and woke up with a smile on his face,
and now there was nothing stopping him from spending the entire day with the man.

Tanjiro was just finishing up making his bed for the day when the scent of irritation suddenly
wafted up his nose.

“Tanjiro…” Zenitsu groggily sat up from bed and rubbed his eyes. “Your humming… it’s too
loud.”

“Oh, sorry!” Tanjiro winced belatedly at the realization that his blurted apology was probably also
grating to the blond’s sensitive ears. He lowered his voice. “Go back to sleep, Zenitsu. I’ll be
leaving soon anyway.”

Zenitsu yawned, ignoring Tanjiro’s words. “What’s got you so happy anyway?”

“Ah, it is that obvious?”

“Your heart is practically skipping with joy-- it’s disgusting.”

Tanjiro couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s nothing much, really. Kocho-san just told me yesterday that
Tomioka-san is finally coming back to headquarters. He’s going to help me with my concentrated
breathing training again, so I’m happy to see him.”

Zenitsu suddenly went rigid and his scent became overwhelmed with embarrassment.

“Training…?”

“Yeah!” Tanjiro beamed.

Zenitsu suddenly burst into tears.

“Tanjirooo.” He cried. “I can’t believe it. You lied straight through your teeth! To me! Your
friend!! You didn’t even hesitate at all!”

“Huh? Wait, wait-- don’t cry, Zenitsu!” Tanjiro waved his hands around in a vain attempt to
placate the boy. “I’m not lying to you.”

“I couldn’t even hear your heart stutter!” He shrieked. “How often do you lie to sound that
convincing?!”

“I’m not lying about anything!”

Tanjiro had no idea what the dramatic boy was going on about.
“You know, Tanjiro,” Zenitsu sniffed, “I know what your secret is with Tomioka-san.”

Tanjiro froze, his stomach dropping. Zenitsu knew about his crush? Since when? How? And he
hadn’t said anything this whole time?
“Oh…” Tanjiro looked down and felt his face flush. He felt wrong to even have a crush on a pillar,
because Giyu was an adult and another man for that matter. Zenitsu’s scent didn’t turn judgemental
though, but it was still embarrassing for Tanjiro to smell the blond's discomfort. “You found out
because of your good hearing, didn’t you?”

He had heard Zenitsu once describe how he could pick up strong emotions just from the sound of
someone’s heart and breathing, similar to how Tanjiro could pick the same cues up with scent-- so
it must’ve been because of that. Just thinking about Giyu now had Tanjiro’s insides fluttering. He
didn’t realize the boy would be able to connect his feelings to the Water Hashira, though!

“I wish I hadn’t heard it, to be honest.” Zenitsu wiped his nose with his sleeve. “I regret finding
out.”

“It’s just innocent!”

“Innocent!” Zenitsu balked. “You called me a pervert for wanting to date the beautiful Nezuko-
chan yet you go do-- er, things , with Tomioka-san and--”
“ Things ?!” Tanjiro felt embarrassment claw up his chest. Did Zenitsu know about how Giyu was
training him too? How in the world did he know about that ? Just thinking about it--

Zenitsu clamped his hands above his ears. “Wait, wait, wait! Don’t think about it-- I don’t want to
hear you being aroused for kami-sama’s sake!”

“What’s ‘aroused’?” Inosuke asked.

There was a beat of silence as Tanjiro and Zenitsu stared at the boar-headed boy who had been
quietly lying in bed this whole time.

He just stared back.

“Since when have you been awake?!!” They both gawked.

“Since you’ve both been shouting at the break of dawn!” He immediately screeched.

The two of them stayed silent for another long moment while Inosuke huffed through his mask.
Thankfully he didn’t seem bothered enough to jump out of bed and start chasing Zenitsu like
usual.

The blond still grimaced. “Do you really not know what aroused means?”

“Can I fight it?”

“No, you uncivilized swine!”

Zenitsu looked at Tanjiro like he needed help dealing with the crazy boy, but Tanjiro could only
scratch the back of his head.

“Um, I don’t really know what that means either...”

Zenitsu gave them the most incredulous look in existence.

“How do you country bumpkins not even know--?” Zenitsu started wildly gesturing. “You know,
it’s like being turned on?”

“Like a… light?” Tanjiro tried.

The blond threw a pillow on his face like he wanted to suffocate himself.

“No! Like being excited, but for… um,” Zenitsu blushed, “dirty things.”

Inosuke snorted. “Like dirt?”

“No!”

“Oh! I get it now.” Tanjiro said, ignoring Inosuke. “So doing things that… couples do?”

Zenitsu sighed in relief that apparently one of them could understand. “I guess, yeah. You don’t
have to be a couple to feel it, though. And it's kind of like lust.”

Tanjiro gasped like he had an epiphany.

“Is that the feeling when your stomach gets warm?”

“I-- uh, I guess .” Zenitsu shrugged, flustered by the bluntness.

So that was the feeling Tanjiro had been getting when he thought about doing things with Giyu.
And now that he thought about it…

“What does that smell like?”

“Arousal?” Zenitsu sputtered, “I don’t know-- I’m not the one who has the crazy stupid nose.”

Inosuke cackled to himself. “He called stupid Gonpachiro’s nose stupid.”

Tanjiro shot him an offended look before turning back to the blond.

“Well what do you think it would smell like??”

“Well, if I had to guess…” Zenitsu actually paused to think, “Probably something… heavy?
Damp?”

Tanjiro perked up. “Do you think musty?”

“Ew, probably.” Zenitsu wrinkled his nose.

“Oh--!” Tanjiro realized. Could that be what he was smelling off of Giyu after the breathing
exercise? He couldn’t help but break into a huge grin at the idea-- to think that Giyu felt the same
way!

“I have to go!” He suddenly decided.

Zenitsu looked like he was on the brink of panic. “Why are you making a face like I just gave you
an idea?! Whatever it is, don’t do it! Don’t go to Tomioka-san! Tanjiro!”

It was too late. Tanjiro was already out the door and on his way to headquarters, ignoring the
blond’s shouts and deciding he could deal with his friends later. Inosuke had no clue what was
going on and even if Zenitsu really did, he’d keep the secret; it wasn’t like he’s said anything yet.
Besides, Tanjiro couldn’t wait to see Giyu!
A part of him was always afraid that the man was just indulging him to not hurt his feelings by
turning him away, but no one could hide their scents and Tanjiro’s nose was never wrong. He was
so excited to see the pillar that he didn’t even notice two new scents before he turned the corner.
He ran straight into a broad chest.

“Woah! You alright there, young man?”

“Ah, sorry, Rengoku-san!”

The pillar just chuckled, his grin as wide as always. “It’s no problem!”

Tanjiro still bowed in polite greeting and then noticed the other man besides Kyojuro.

“Oh, hello Uzui-san!” He beamed. Both of their scents turned fond, but Tanjiro didn’t notice
because a sudden thought came to his mind. His eyes widened at the idea. “Hey, you know all
about being flamboyant, right? Could I ask you something?”

This caught the Sound Hashira’s attention. “Why, of course I’ll help such a determined boy! What
is it?”

Tanjiro suddenly hesitated. He was so quick to think of it that he didn’t stop to consider if he
should even ask in the first place. Both pillars were looking at him expectantly though, so it was
too late to go back now.

“Um,” Tanjiro blushed, “How do you seduce someone?”

Kyojuro’s grin actually fell as he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Tengen just let out a
booming laugh.

“Such a straightforward question! What flamboyance!” He approved, “I’ll tell you everything I
know.”

Tanjiro exhaled in relief, only to suddenly smell something sour from Kyojuro. The man was
grinning again, but something about it was a little unsettling.

“You don’t need to seduce anyone, Kamado.” He said, placing a hand on Tanjiro’s shoulder,
“You’re perfectly endearing just as yourself.”

Tanjiro flustered at the unexpected compliment. “Oh-- really? T-thank you, Rengoku-san. I don’t
know if that’s enough, though…”

His sour scent went tenfold. It reminded Tanjiro of the scent of jealousy-- but that was impossible.
There was no reason for Kyojuro to be jealous of anyone.

“Not good enough for who?” He asked.

Tanjiro frantically shook his head and took a step back. “No one! Nothing-- uh, never mind!” He
bowed to them and decided to just wing it with Giyu, but was stopped by Tengen grabbing his
other shoulder before he could run.

“Didn’t you want me to teach you the flamboyant ways of seduction? I’d be happy to show you.”
He looked so overly eager of the concept that it made Tanjiro want to leave even more.

“‘ Show me’ ?!”

“Uzui,” Kyojuro intoned.

“That’s the best method of course,” Tengen said seriously.

I’ve made a mistake , Tanjiro thought. He tried to laugh, but it came out sheepish. “It’s alright,
Uzui-san. That’s not necessary-- I’ll be fine on my own... I think.” He ducked his head, “Please
forget that I asked.”

Kyojuro now put both hands on Tanjiro’s shoulders, pushing Tengen’s arm away from Tanjiro in
the process. “Don’t listen to Uzui, Kamado. You could always count on me if you really want to
talk about it, though,” He said, “And my doors are still open to my training offer.”

Tanjiro put on his best placating smile. Kyojuro had offered to help Tanjiro’s training before, and
although the offer was nice, Tanjiro really wanted to be only mentored by Giyu.

“Thank you Rengoku-san, but I couldn’t possibly...”

Tanjiro’s words died on his lips, seeing the most gorgeous man turn into the hall. Giyu’s black
hair glistened in the shafts of light filtering through the sheer shoji windows, and he looked so
natural with his sword comfortably at his hip as he walked, his cool confidence effortless. The boy
felt his heart spike with excitment.

“Giyu-san!” Tanjiro called. He was so happy to see that pillar that he completely missed the slip of
tongue. Giyu paused once seeing them, raising his brows ever-so-slightly at the display of the two
pillars practically crowding the flustered boy. Tanjiro didn't notice the sharpness in that gaze
directed at the other pillars, but he was quick to duck out of Kyojuro’s grasp and side-step Tengen
to reach the Water Hashira.

“Giyu-san!” The stars in his eyes were probably obvious to anyone who could see him, but Tanjiro
didn’t care. He came to a stop in front of the pillar, barely reframing from jumping him with a hug.
“Good morning!”

Giyu's serious expression instantly softened.

“Good morning, Kamado.”

Kyojuro and Tengen shared a look at watching the interaction; Giyu never greeted others.

“I know you just got back, but would it be alright if we trained together today?”

“Of course.”

Tanjiro visibility brightened, and he seemed to completely forget about the other two Hashiras
behind him. Because how could he be brought to care about anything else at the moment?

Giyu was finally back!

Tanjiro was determined to get Giyu to emit that heavy scent again.
Then he’d have proof that his feelings were returned, proof that maybe Giyu didn’t mind Tanjiro
being a boy, and proof that maybe all his fluttering feelings weren't a complete lost cause. Maybe
he had some hope after all, even if he wasn’t a girl. Maybe he could get Giyu to kiss him-- and they
could become a couple!

Tanjiro vigorously shook his head, trying to shake the tantalizing thoughts. He was getting way
ahead of himself!

“Okay, again,” Giyu instructed.

To Tanjiro’s disappointment, the Water Hashira hadn’t been doing anything other than have him
do basic meditation warm-ups so far. They were in his room again, and this time the pillar was
sitting much further away than last time too. Tanjiro had to resist slightly pouting as he had to sit
there and hold his breath for another sixty counts again.

After another long --and uneventful-- moment, Tanjiro sighed.

“I think I’ve done enough warm-up exercises, Tomioka-san.” He hinted, trying for an innocent
smile.

Giyu, who was looking out towards gardens, only nodded. The shoji was pushed aside to let the
cool weather in, and although Giyu’s side profile was as handsome as ever, Tanjiro wished the
man would look at him.

“So how has your concentrated breath constant improved while I’ve been away?”

Tanjiro couldn’t help but perk up at the mention of his progress. “I think it’s been going pretty
well! I can keep it in my sleep now, but I still have to really focus on it when I’m doing any other
intense training at the same time.”

Giyu made a small noise of acknowledgment.

It only took another second for Tanjiro to realize that the pillar had nothing else to add, and he
decided to just take the plunge; If Giyu wasn't going to say anything about it, then Tanjiro would.

“So… could we do that exercise we did last time?” He nervously clenched and unclenched his
hands on his knees. “The synchronous inhaling one?”

He waited, and for a moment there were only the sounds of birds chirping outside. It would've been
peaceful had Tanjiro not been so nervous.

"Kamado…" A sudden wave of guilt overcame Giyu's scent, and Tanjiro stiffened. "What we did
before wasn't exactly a… proper… way to train. I've had a lot of time to think during my last
mission, and I've decided that we shouldn't do that again."

Tanjiro blinked. "W-what?"

Giyu finally turned to look at him, his expression still frustratingly blank. "I've misled you. Sorry."

"Misled me into what?" Tanjiro's heart was dropping. Did Giyu not like him like that at all then?
Then what about that scent? It had to be real but--

Giyu's scent of guilt burning Tanjiro's nose was more real than anything else at that moment.
"I'd…" Giyu's eyebrow twitched, and now there was a mix of embarrassment in his scent. "I'd
rather not say."

"But--!" Tanjiro nearly pleaded. He stopped himself, snapping his mouth shut and looking to the
floor, ashamed. How could he be so selfish? He was so excited to see Giyu that all he ever did was
fantasize about things going his way. He had hardly stopped to consider the Water Hashira's
feelings.

"Oh…" Tanjiro's vision was getting blurry, "I'm sorry, Tomioka-san."

He tried to smile to let the pillar know that he was okay, but he still couldn't look him in the eyes
and he felt his lips quivering. He would have to accept this, he decided. He would have to get over
this --get over Giyu-- no matter how much it hurt.

The scent of alarm was so abrupt that Tanjiro flinched from it, whipping his head up to see Giyu
suddenly sitting right in front of him.

"Kamado, don't cry--!" He cupped Tanjiro's face. "Uh-- um, is something hurting or…?" The
usually stoic pillar looked so out of his depth that it would've been funny had Tanjiro not felt so
awful. Giyu's sudden open expression of panic would've been surprising too had Tanjiro not have
met him the way he had. He remembered the snowy day clearly, because it was the worst day of
his life, and he would never forget how the Water Hashira demanded him to not give up-- how he
shouted at Tanjiro to move on and fight.

Had that been their only meeting, Tanjiro would've assumed the man was always that passionate.

Instead, Giyu was the exact opposite, seemingly indifferent beyond belief, but it was moments like
those --and his scent-- how Tanjiro knew what a good person he was. And it was moments like
now, that only made the boy fall harder.

"It's n-nothing…" Tanjiro tried, resisting the urge to openly sob. He wouldn't. He refused. A single
tear had already escaped though, and Tanjiro's breath stuttered when Giyu gently wiped it with his
thumb.

This wasn't fair at all.

"Let me help." Giyu seemed mostly composed now, but Tanjiro could still smell his concern. He
wasn't sure if knowing that the pillar genuinely cared made him feel better or worse.

"S-sorry," Tanjiro repeated. "I just… I just can't help but feel that I did something wrong, and…"
He trailed off, unable to say the rest.

He could never tell Giyu the rest.

"You did no such thing." His hands moved from Tanjiro's face to his shoulders. "My method of
training your concentrated breath is what was the problem."

Tanjiro was already shaking his head. "No. I actually really--" He paused, biting the words that
were about to leave his tongue. It was already too late though; Giyu was watching him
expectantly.

Tanjiro decided to just say it, averting his gaze. “I actually really… liked it.”

Giyu’s eyes widened slightly, and Tanjiro could smell his emotions fluctuating rapidly for a quick
second. Finally, he seemed to settle on something that was unreadable.
“Ah.” Was all he said.

Deja vu hit Tanjiro like a brick, and for a moment he was certain that the pillar was going to back
away now just like last time. But this time Tanjiro had nothing to say to fix it, to stay. He would
have to leave with his head hung and that would be the end of it.

But Giyu leaned closer instead.

His blue eyes darkened, and Tanjiro flushed.

“What did you like about it, Kamado?”

His voice had gotten huskier, but something about his scent gave away that he was doing it on
purpose. Tanjiro nearly gasped when he realized that Giyu was testing him. The pillar was gauging
his response closely, and something in his scent was tinged with exasperation-- like doing this was
his last resort. Was he trying to make Tanjiro pull away?! Was he trying to scare him off or
something?

Tanjiro held his ground, not knowing what Giyu was doing this for, and he resisted his urge to run
away or brush off the question or have a heart attack. He didn’t pull back even when Giyu was so
close that their noses nudged.

“I-- uh, I liked how…” He swallowed. Tanjiro was trying his best to answer honestly, but it was
extra difficult when he felt Giyu’s hands creep back up to cup his face again, his fingers brushing
his neck under his ear and his thumbs bordering his jaw. “I-I liked how you took my breath
away… and--”

Giyu kissed his forehead, and Tanjiro’s voice hitched. His heart was hammering at a million beats
per second, and his brain was short-circuiting. He was at a loss for words as the Water Hashira
continued peppering kisses down his face-- at the edge of his eyes, his nose, his cheek, his jaw…

They were each light enough to be barely felt, but each one sent Tanjiro’s stomach spiraling. He
couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

Giyu kissed the corner of Tanjiro’s lips, and the boy made a pained noise at the tease.

“There’s more than one way to take someone’s breath away, you know.”

Tanjiro’s lashes fluttered close for a moment. He didn’t think he could take this.

“Tomioka-san, I--" His voice cut off as Giyu finally pulled back, but only enough to look him in
the eye and hold his gaze. Tanjiro squirmed in his sitting position.

“I’m surprised you haven’t left the room yet.” The gravel in Giyu’s voice wasn’t being forced this
time, and Tanjiro could smell the tinge of guilt again. The boy could only bring himself to be a
little offended that the Water Pillar had been trying to scare him off this whole time, but it was
nothing compared to the hope blooming in his chest.

Giyu hadn’t let go of him yet.

The man leaned closer again, and his eyes lowered. His voice was now barely over a whisper.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Tanjiro felt something warm start stirring in his gut just from the implication of those words. He
lightly shook his head, face hot against Giyu’s large hands.

“...No,” He breathed. “Please don’t...”

Something in Giyu’s scent ignited, like a dam finally breaking and letting the water behind it free,
and Tanjiro could only gasp before the man closed the distance between their lips and--

Giyu kissed him.

Tanjiro immediately melted.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around Giyu’s neck, bringing him closer, and he let his eyes fall
close. The Water Hashira’s lips were soft, and unlike the previous pecks, Giyu took his time and
moved against Tanjiro’s lips languidly. It was only a second before the boy was starting to feel
lightheaded for a reason entirely besides air.

Giyu started to push a little harder, and Tanjiro made a small noise at the pressure.

“Dammit, Tanjiro.” Giyu groaned. He started to scrape his teeth along Tanjiro’s lips, and the
sensation made the boy shiver. It had never occurred to Tanjiro to use teeth while kissing, but he
quickly decided that he liked it.

And then Giyu bit down on his lower lip. Hard.

“ Ah! ”

Tanjiro’s cry was instantly muffled as the pillar dove in to claim his lips again. Giyu didn’t even
give him the chance to breathe as he stuck in his tongue and swallowed the boy’s startled gasp. He
tilted his head to go deeper, mouth wet and hot against his own. The forcefulness had Tanjiro
scrunching his eyes shut tighter.

It was so intrusive, so dominating, so intoxicating, and Tanjiro would be lying if he said he wanted
the buzzing sensation to stop.

Giyu’s hands snaked down behind his back, gripping him by the waist, and he was abruptly hiked
up onto the man’s lap. Tanjiro yelped at the handling. He nearly lost his balance, but there wasn’t
even any room to fall forward, the Water Hashira now impossibly close. Their chests touched with
every inhale, and the shift just let their kisses go deeper.

Tanjiro had to spread his legs to let himself slide onto Giyu’s lap, but now that he was settled there,
he had to fight the urge to squeeze them together out of sheer embarrassment. Giyu pulled him
closer by the hips possessively, his touch alone making Tanjiro’s stomach flutter and heat up.
Their position was enough to make the boy want to hide his face. He was still loomed over by the
man, even with the added height of sitting on his lap, and being pressed so close against him was
exhilarating.

Giyu ran his tongue along the sides of Tanjiro’s, coaxing it out, and the boy outright whined. The
pillar was relentless, stroking his tongue against the roof of the boy’s mouth and swallowing all of
his sounds and gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. Tanjiro felt like he was just about to burst
before Giyu finally pulled back.

He finally let his eyes flutter open. A thin strand of saliva hung between them and Tanjiro’s lips
burned enough to hurt. He was dazed beyond belief, but Giyu didn’t even pause before he ducked
down and began to lick a stripe up Tanjiro’s neck.
“Hah--ah--” Tanjiro closed his eyes again and instinctively tilted his head to expose his throat.

The Water Pillar’s teeth grazing his skin had the boy tensing in anticipation. He had no idea how
sensitive skin could be. Tanjiro had thought he would be finally able to catch his breath now that
Giyu was done assaulting his mouth, but the man nipping at his neck and shoulder was no better.
Tanjiro clutched onto Giyu tighter and squirmed when the man started stroking his hands up and
down his thighs.

This was worse. In the best possible way.

Giyu’s mouth felt impossibly hot on his skin, and Tanjiro’s breath hitched when the pillar began to
tug on his uniform with his teeth. He got the collar to unbutton, and his mouth was immediately on
his collarbone. Tanjiro keened.

The air was heavy with the musky scent he had been trying so hard to get out of Giyu-- he had been
so breathless when kissing that he hadn’t noticed it until now-- and Tanjiro was too far gone to be
properly elated about it. It was suffocating, his breathing was unsteady, and there was something
leaving Tanjiro restless and unfulfilled every time Giyu teased his skin with his teeth and moved
on. It was unbearably warm, but it faded too soon.

Tanjiro realized that he wanted it to stay warm-- he wanted it to burn, sting, even. It was like he
wanted Giyu to...

“Bite me,” Tanjiro panted. “Please… I want--”

Giyu paused, and his scent spiked with an intense hunger Tanjiro had never smelled from anyone
before. “Kamado,” He warned, practically growling. The anger and power in the deep tone made
Tanjiro shudder. “You don’t want--”

“Please,” He whined. “I do, I do,” Tanjiro somehow managed to shift further onto the man’s lap.
“Please, Tomioka-san, please-- ah! ”

Fire blossomed on his shoulder as Giyu bit into it hard enough to bruise. The man let out a deep,
guttural groan and continued to harshly suck on it, making Tanjiro writhe from the pleasure of it. It
hurt, but then it didn’t. The heat seeped into his skin and sunk right down to his groin, and just the
idea of knowing that the bruise would last had Tanjiro’s legs clenching around the man.

Giyu finally let go with a wet noise. He dragged his teeth across Tanjiro’s shoulder all the way up
to his throat, and he nosed at a spot. Tanjiro couldn’t get enough of tensing up in anticipation, his
heart jumping with every breath against his neck.

The Water Hashira barely put his teeth over the skin, but Tanjiro still flinched and made a small
noise.

“Kami-sama, you’re so sensitive.” Giyu huffed, pulling back to nip at his ear.

Tanjiro whined.

He wanted to complain that it was only because Giyu wouldn’t stop teasing, but his lips could
barely form words when the man went back to mouthing that delicate spot under his ear. He
wrapped his arms around him tighter and arched into it.

The heat of Giyu biting his throat was ethereal.

It was gentler this time --not enough to bruise but definitely leaving a mark-- and the tingling
sensation it left behind had chills racing down his back. Tanjiro moaned.

Giyu’s wandering hands tightened on his thighs, and that just made the boy’s stomach jump. He
was beginning to feel too pent up, the heat in his belly the strongest it’s ever been in his life, and he
blushed realizing it was also the first time he became hard without touching himself at all. The
loose fabrics of their uniform and haori concealed it so far, but Tanjiro’s curiosity was getting the
better of him. Was Giyu hard? He had to be, if his scent was anything to go by.

Tanjiro tried subtly rocking on Giyu’s lap to get a feel, and he winced, inadvertently giving friction
to his own erection. He shoved a fist over his mouth to muffle the sound he felt in his throat.

And then he did it again.

“Tanjiro…” Giyu leaned back from the third mark he had been making on the boy’s collarbone,
and he moved his hands back up to his hips to still him. “Don’t do that.” His resolve sounded
broken beyond compare. Even without his scent, Tanjiro could tell.

“But you want to.”

Giyu stared him down for a moment. He was probably trying to look serious, but Tanjiro couldn’t
be intimidated at all with the pillar’s complexion actually flushed for once; the boy was preening
to even know that he got the Water Hashira in such a lust-driven state. He could only imagine how
he looked in turn-- his lips were probably red and slightly swollen still, he wouldn’t be surprised if
his bottom lip had been cut from earlier, and his uniform was probably a rumpled mess by his
collar. He wondered how Giyu’s bites on his throat and shoulder looked.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” Even Giyu sounded breathless.

Tanjiro blushed and looked away. “No,” He admitted, shifting on his lap, “But I… I trust you.” He
looked up at the pillar, the part of him that was coming to his senses now making him very self-
conscious about everything. Seeing Giyu’s face and looking him in the eye wasn’t helping. It was
easier to be unbearably desperate and whiny when the man’s head was underneath his-- when
Tanjiro’s eyes were shut and all he could feel was Giyu’s mouth and hands.

He wasn’t about to let that make him back out now, though.

Giyu smelled like he was giving in. “Are you certain?”

Tanjiro suddenly realized that this was the point of no return. He had never kissed anyone before
now, let alone be marked and bit and ravished, but at least he had a semblance of an idea of what
was happening. From this point on was where most of his knowledge stopped.

For some reason that fear of the unknown just excited Tanjiro more.

He nodded, too flustered to keep eye contact as he looked to the floor. “Please, Tomioka-san... I,”
Tanjiro’s groin absolutely ached , “I want you to…”

Giyu closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

“We shouldn’t, Kamado,” He almost looked pained, but he was already groping Tanjiro’s torso
and pushing off his haori. Tanjiro let him, letting go of the man to allow the jacket to fall off his
shoulders, and the fabric crumpled to the floor. He whimpered when Giyu started unbuttoning his
uniform in earnest, the air chilling, and grabbed onto the pillar’s shoulders again for support.

“Lie down,” Giyu instructed.

“O-okay…”

Tanjiro didn’t even have to get off of his lap. Giyu gently lowered him down with his hands
supporting his back in one smooth motion, and suddenly the boy felt like he could just collapse
there on the floor. He didn’t realize how tense he was, how wrung up, until there was a soft rice
straw floor and a tatami underneath him. Despite the already scandalous circumstances, the
thought of being on Giyu’s bed had Tanjiro blushing up to his ears again.

Giyu settled on top of him, and it forced Tanjiro to spread his legs wider to compensate. Even after
planting his feet, the boy’s toes couldn’t resist curling when Giyu spread his thighs apart farther to
shift even closer. The man leaned down to slot their mouths together again, and Tanjiro
immediately opened up this time for the kiss. The exhilarating sensation was entirely different
from this angle.

Tanjiro moaned into it and closed his eyes. One of Giyu’s forearms was over the boy’s head, and
Tanjiro couldn’t even recoil when he felt the man’s other hand touch his bare abdomen. His
uniform shirt had been unbuttoned the entire way down, and Giyu took the opportunity to let his
hand roam everywhere underneath. His fingertips alone were leaving butterflies in Tanjiro’s chest,
and everywhere he touched left his skin blazing like an inferno. One of his thumbs brushed over a
nipple and Tanjiro yelped.

Giyu just swallowed it, pushing his tongue deeper into the boy’s hot mouth. He pinched his
sensitive skin there, and this time Tanjiro felt his dick outright twitch.

“Tomioka-san,” He gasped, breaking the kiss, “That’s-- don’t--”

Giyu was already traveling his mouth down his sternum. Everything, from him leaving light kisses
to scraping his teeth against the skin to sliding his wet tongue over him had Tanjiro writhing. The
pillar groaned a satisfied hum when biting the dip of Tanjiro’s waist had the boy crying out.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to mark you,” He breathed against his skin. He started
rubbing his thumb in harsh circles over Tanjiro’s other nipple while he began to suck on another
spot of his chest, not even relenting for a second. Tanjiro thought he was going to die.

“Ah-- hah-- this is-- it’s too--”

It’s too much, it’s too much, it’s too much.

Giyu shifted even closer to start mouthing at his throat again, this time the side that he neglected
before, and Tanjiro made the mistake of squirming and instinctively trying to close his legs.

And then he felt it.

Tanjiro’s eyes widened and he nearly gasped. Giyu’s chest was completely on top of him unlike
before when he managed to hover, and it became as obvious as day how hard the pillar was. His
erection laid hot and heavy on Tanjiro’s belly, nearly brushing against his own, and that alone had
the boy biting his lip to muffle his whimper.

Giyu was big .

Tanjiro was nearly overwhelmed as it was with the man nipping at his neck, the heat there
intoxicating, but he managed enough coherency to experimentally grind his hips up against him.
Giyu’s dick dragged up and down Tanjiro’s stomach with the motion and rubbed right alongside
the boy’s own erection. The friction was absolute bliss.
They both moaned.

The fabric of their pants only made it better, and Tanjiro could still feel the radiating heat of Giyu’s
erection on his bare skin even through the cloth. Just feeling it pressing into and against his belly
now was enough to make him want to come.

“Tanjiro--” Giyu growled, rising from the crook of the boy’s shoulder and neck. Tanjiro rocked his
hips again and relished the fireworks it shot down to his groin, dropping an arm over his mouth to
stop his moan. Giyu hissed. “Tanjiro,” He repeated, “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to
keep myself from...”

Tanjiro lifted his hips to press closer, “Please, Tomioka-san,” He didn’t even know what he was
asking for. All Tanjiro knew was that, whatever Giyu was holding himself back from, he wanted it.
“Please, I want you-- I want you to--”

Giyu rolled his hips against him, and Tanjiro’s breath hitched. The pressure, the heat, everything
about it had pleasure shaking through Tanjiro’s core. And then Giyu kept going.

Without pause he kept rocking his dick into the boy’s small stomach, and the sensation had Tanjiro
crying out. It wouldn’t even slide against his own erection every time, but each thrust had the heat
in the belly tightening and his muscles seizing. He raised his legs off the ground to let the force
sway him more, the friction absolute heaven. It felt so close to something that Tanjiro couldn’t
place, but it only made him long for it more.

It was so close--

Giyu didn’t even struggle to continue his ministrations, his hand already roaming down Tanjiro’s
torso and tongue against his neck again. His fingers dipped into the boy’s pants, and Tanjiro’s
heart leapt to his throat.

“Tomioka-san-- wait--!” He yelped. Giyu’s large hand completely encompassed even the girthiest
part of his erection, and he was grabbing it just tight enough for Tanjiro to feel his entire body
throb with it. “Wait, wait--!”

Giyu stroked him once, twice, and Tanjiro’s vision went white.

His entire body convulsed, overwhelming pleasure making him throw his head back. A high, long
keen left his mouth and his eyes fell shut as he came right in Giyu’s hand. The orgasm wracked
through his body so powerfully that even the aftershocks had come dribbling out of his tip, and he
put an arm over his mouth to stop his cries.

It wasn’t until another moment when Tanjiro’s body finally stopped twitching.

He blinked a few times before seeing Giyu, who was now leaning back and staring at him with an
expression of shock. The man was even blushing , for kami-sama’s sake.

“I… I barely touched you…” He said.

Tanjiro felt embarrassment scald him like blazing fire. He covered his face with his hands and
resisted the urge to close his legs-- he still couldn’t with the pillar between them anyway.

“I know, I know, it’s just-- I did try to warn you, but...” If death by embarrassment was possible,
Tanjiro would be dead. Completely and utterly dead. He peaked up at the man through his fingers,
accidentally making it worse by seeing he still had that same expression. Why did Giyu look like
the embarrassed one?!
“Sorry,” Tanjiro mumbled, cursing his teenage hormones. He kept one hand over his mouth out of
sheer humiliation and averted his gaze.

It was no secret that Giyu aroused him, but coming practically as soon as the man touched his
erection was just downright pathetic. Tanjiro didn’t know exactly how it was all going to work --
especially since they were both male-- but he knew for a fact that they hadn’t even had actual sex
yet.

Tanjiro wanted to melt right where he laid.

Giyu seemed to finally snap out of his shock, and his scent went strangely buttery for a moment
before going immensely heavy again. Tanjiro couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, but the huff the
man expelled sounded suspiciously pleased. Did he like how he made the boy come so fast?

“Don’t apologize,” Giyu said softly, his voice rough. He took his hand out of his pants and Tanjiro
whimpered. He saw streaks of his own come dripping off the man’s fingers and winced. The pillar
didn’t even seem to mind it, though. “Just, next time,” He leaned close again and pushed Tanjiro’s
arm away from his face with his other hand. Giyu’s eyes were impossibly dark. “Don’t cover up
your sounds from me.”

Tanjiro gulped.

“Okay....” He nodded, the words ‘next time’ echoing in his mind. A part of him was ecstatic that he
didn’t just accidentally ruin everything, and the other part of him was endlessly thrilled and
nervous to realize that they were going to keep going.

“Open your mouth.”

Tanjiro blushed, but he didn’t even hesitate to do as he was told by the man. Giyu put two of his
fingers in, and the boy nearly choked tasting his own come. It wasn’t bad , it was just… weird...
and it tasted overwhelmingly of skin when he swallowed it.

Even though he was sure that he had sucked off all of it, the pillar just started stroking his long
fingers on Tanjiro’s sensitive tongue. The boy let his lashes flutter close and moaned.

“Look at me,” Giyu demanded.

Tanjiro struggled to open his eyes, the man’s fingers breaching just far enough to make his eyes
water while barely resisting the instinct to gag. He panted and looked up at him, stomach doing
flips at how Giyu was looking back at him.

His scent was utterly possessive .

“Good,” Giyu dragged his two fingers out and a string of saliva pulled with it. Tanjiro whimpered.
“Are you ready to start?”

Tanjiro tensed. He had no idea what Giyu meant by that, but he was starting to nod anyway.
“Yeah,” He breathed.

Giyu nuzzled into the side of his face, whispering, “Don’t be afraid to tell me to slow down,
Tanjiro.” The boy’s heart completely melted at the affectionate gesture while his groin ached in
anticipation.

“I will,” He promised.
He felt Giyu’s other hand tug down his pants below his hips in one swift motion, and he sucked in
his breath at the sudden exposure. Tanjiro could tell that he was already hard again, and he’d be
lying if he said wasn’t terribly embarrassed.

As if knowing he needed the distraction, the pillar immediately started kissing him, languidly with
just lips like the first time again. Deftly, without even breaking the kiss, Giyu bent Tanjiro’s leg
high enough to get one pant leg off, and he just pushed down the fabric enough on the other for it
to not get in the way-- not even bothering to take the pants off all the way and letting it stay
bunched up on his ankle.

Tanjiro didn’t know what the man was trying to do, until a finger touching him right underneath
his erection made him jolt. He realized the wetness of it was from his own saliva, and he shivered
when Giyu dragged it straight down. His finger paused right at his entrance, gently prodding it, and
Tanjiro’s eyes widened.

Oh. So that’s how they were going to do it.

The sudden mental image of Giyu’s dick actually inside him made him whine into the man’s
mouth. Oh, kami-sama , he thought. He didn’t think a mere thought ever made him feel so warm
before. He moaned into the kiss as his stomach heated up again.

The Water Hashira continued gently prodding, barely pushing in without sinking inside, and
Tanjiro felt pre-come dribble from his own dick. He wanted Giyu to do it so bad . He wanted--

A finger finally sunk in, and Tanjiro gasped against Giyu’s mouth.

It was barely a mere inch, but it was the strangest sensation the boy had ever felt. Giyu’s been the
first person to ever touch him in a lot of places, but this was just on a whole other level. Even
Tanjiro hadn’t ever tried anything down there.

“Relax,” The man took advantage of Tanjiro’s gasp and took his kiss open-mouthed now. Tanjiro
squirmed, trying to do as he was told, but all his muscles just kept tensing every time he felt Giyu
sink his finger deeper. His saliva had dried and the stretch of his hole began to burn.

He didn’t think he could do it.

“Tomioka-san, I--”

“I know,” Giyu sat up all the way, and for a second Tanjiro was afraid he just did something wrong
by starting to say anything at all. “Stay here. I need to get it.”

Get what?

“W-wait--”

The Water Hashira was unbelievably quick, and Tanjiro was alone in the room before he could
blink.

He laid there trying to catch his breath, his chest aching from his heart flying the entire time and
his dick throbbing from the coil in his groin. Giyu wasn’t going to leave him here alone for long,
right?

He propped himself up on his elbows, wincing from how bad his muscles shook. His come had
already dried on his lower stomach, but it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be-- most of it
seemed to have gotten on his pants instead. His pants which were now tangled at his ankle. Tanjiro
decided to just kick them off completely, lying back down only to get back up again to completely
take off his shirt, feeling dumb to only be fully naked from the hips down. His shoulders ached
from the motion, and it was only after getting his uniform completely off that Tanjiro realized that
it was probably because of Giyu’s bites.

He flushed all the way up to his ears just by accidentally glancing down; Giyu had left a trail of red
blotches across his ribs and stomach, and the one on his waist was even purple. He wouldn’t have
expected the soft-spoken man to be so… rough.

He hadn’t expected to like it so much.

Tanjiro felt a gust of wind as the Water Hashira suddenly appeared again in front of him, and he
instinctively yelped and tried to cover himself. Giyu didn’t have any of that-- he immediately
assumed his place between his legs again and didn’t hesitate to force his thighs apart.

Tanjiro’s face felt hot enough to cause a fire.

“I’m sorry that it took so long. I decided to heat it up a bit for you.”

Heat what up?

Tanjiro squirmed underneath him and suddenly was bothered by something else.

“Wait,” He tugged at the man’s sleeve, pushing past his embarrassment, “Tomioka-san,”

“Hm?” Giyu sounded indifferent, but it touched Tanjiro’s heart to smell the genuine concern
coming off from the pillar.

Now that he had his attention, Tanjiro couldn’t help but flush further and avert his gaze, “You’re
still dressed.”

Giyu stared back.

“Ah,” He finally realized. The Water Hashira elegantly shrugged out of his mismatched haori and
unbuttoned his uniform shirt so swiftly that Tanjiro couldn’t help but mentally whine that he hadn’t
asked him to undress sooner .

Shirtless Giyu was absolutely stunning.

His tendons on his neck were as defined as his pecs, and he was muscled and fit while still
maintaining a slim silhouette. Tanjiro suddenly hated the demon slayer uniforms; the loose fabrics
really did an injustice.

His eyes grazed down and suddenly his throat went dry. Giyu still had his pants on, but without
any shirt or haori, his… size… just became way more obvious. Tanjiro would be lying if he didn’t
admit that just knowing that the pillar stayed hard too was another cause for his stomach to flutter.

“Let me know if it’s too warm,” Giyu said, shaking Tanjiro from his thoughts. The pillar held a
clear bottle and began to pour the liquid on his hand, rubbing some between his fingers.

Before Tanjiro could ask, Giyu’s other hand pushed down on his chest, and his elbows buckled as
he was forced to lay back all the way down again.

And then he felt it.

A finger prodding at his hole again, this time unbearably warm and slick. Giyu’s first finger
slipped in instantly, and Tanjiro seized up and keened.

Oh , he realized. He felt some of the lubricant drip down from his entrance, and the messiness of it
just aroused him more.

Giyu lifted one of his legs over his shoulder for better access, and he effortlessly dragged the boy
closer, rumpling the sheets. He started pumping his finger in and out, and the motion instinctively
made Tanjiro clench around him and whine.

Giyu barely suppressed a groan. “Relax, Tanjiro,”

He half-heartedly nodded, closing his eyes to try to keep the sensation of being stretched from
overwhelming him. Giyu started prodding a second finger inside with each thrust, and the wet
noises made Tanjiro want to hide his face. The pillar wasn’t on top of him like before to make him
feel less exposed this time, and his embarrassment reached new heights when Giyu leaned down
between his legs instead . He bit down on his inner thigh right as his second finger went in.

Tanjiro yelped.

His entire skin felt on fire, and his erection ached . There was pain as Giyu started to scissor his
fingers inside him, but the sting’s heat just coiled up in his stomach, making Tanjiro tense tighter.

“You’re shivering,” Giyu breathed against his leg.

Tanjiro could only moan in response as the man pumped his two fingers in deeper. His legs were
trembling uncontrollably, but Giyu held his knees steady as he grazed his teeth along the bite on
his thigh. Tanjiro whined, absolutely breathless.

The slick inside him was impossibly warm and Giyu’s fingers stroking along his walls had his
entire skin buzzing, sweat dripping down his neck. The pressure kept building up inside him more
and more, and Tanjiro had never felt so desperate in his life.

Giyu dragged his fingers out with a wet pop, and the boy nearly sobbed.

“Tomioka-san, please --”

Giyu shot him a lust-ridden look as he took his time to finish trailing kisses down Tanjiro’s leg.
The boy could only lay there and fight for air, trying to not squirm.

“You should turn around. It’ll make it easier.”

Tanjiro blushed, now understanding what Giyu was referring to.

“O-okay.” He tried to prop himself up, but his arms shook like a newborn calf’s. It was
embarrassing, but he managed to twist himself around on his own while Giyu reached for the bottle
again. Tanjiro tried to see over his shoulder, but Giyu immediately pushed him down like last time.
He fell on his stomach with a fwump .

“Take deep breaths.” The pillar instructed, but he sounded a bit breathless himself. Giyu’s large
hands hiked Tanjiro’s hips up and braced his legs further apart. The boy tensed in anticipation. “
Relax ,” Giyu intoned.

Tanjiro hid his face in his arms and closed his eyes. His heart nearly jumped when he heard Giyu
pull down his pants. There were more slick noises, and Tanjiro’s breath hitched as he felt the
radiating heat of Giyu’s erection finally press against him, skin on skin. The tip barely poked at his
entrance, and in a brief moment of fear Tanjiro realized that two fingers was not enough .

The Water Hashira pulled him closer by the waist before gipping him firmly at the hips. His heavy
scent was suffocating .

“We’ll go slow, alright?”

Tanjiro was already panting. “Okay--”

Giyu slowly pushed, breaching the boy’s entrance. That first inch alone had Tanjiro wincing. It
burned so much more than any of the fingers had, and he let out a long, gutted cry when Giyu sunk
deeper.

Giyu’s heavy scent spiked. He used one arm to prop himself up as he leaned on top of the boy,
using the leverage to push in more. Tanjiro writhed, tears springing to his eyes.

It was too much, he was being split open, Giyu was too big--

“Almost there.” Giyu’s voice sounded just as wrecked as Tanjiro felt. “You’re doing good.”

He started rolling his hips, pulling it out a bit just to push it back in further-- each time with a bit
more length. Tanjiro cried out each time.

Everything was on fire. He felt himself uncontrollably tightening around Giyu’s dick as the man
sunk deeper and deeper, his insides burning. The pain and the heat were starting to taper off into
pleasure, but even that was too overstimulating. It was too much.

“Tomioka-san-- it hurts--” Tanjiro practically cried.

“It’ll stop soon,” Giyu promised, trailing kisses on the boy’s back.

“Ah, hah--”

Tanjiro bit down on his own fist to cope with the pain. Every single muscle felt coiled up, and it
felt like an eternity before he felt the man finally stop pushing.

They both moaned when Giyu bottomed out.

Tanjiro’s sounded like he was dying more than anything.

“Are you alright?” Giyu was panting too, and now he was finally completely settled over Tanjiro,
his chest pressing completely down on the boy’s back. Tanijro turned his head to the side to be
able to glance at him and nod.

“Y-yeah,” He half-lied.

He felt skewered, wrecked, suffocated. Giyu was heavy on top of him, his scent was heavy, the
pressure in Tanjiro’s groin was heavy-- and he wanted to collapse under all the weight of it all.

The intense burning slowly faded into a warm tingling after a while as Giyu patiently stayed still
inside him. He mouthed at the nape of the boy’s neck and shoulder, seemingly just content to wait
until Tanjiro stopped wheezing, and their sweaty skin stuck to each other each time he shifted a
little to kiss another spot. It should’ve been gross, but Tanjiro actually liked how close Giyu was--
how intimate it felt to have the man’s burning bare skin on his own.

Pre-come dripped down his own erection, and Tanjiro could feel Giyu’s dick throbbing inside him.
Suddenly he couldn’t bear the man staying still anymore.

“Tomioka-san,” He pushed his hips back against him, “Please--”

Giyu immediately understood. He began to slide out, grunting at the sensation of dragging against
Tanjiro’s tight walls, and pushed right back in. Tanjiro made a choking sound.

It burned nearly as bad as the first time, but a seeping pleasure began to fill his stomach as Giyu
kept going. The man thrusted into him in a steady, slow, rhythm, but he hardly pulled out enough
for Tanjiro to feel more than aching heat, the sting a little less each time. The man kept adjusting
his angle too, and for a moment Tanjiro wanted to ask what he was trying to do.

And then Giyu brushed over something that nearly made Tanjiro scream.

“ Ah--! ” He hid his face in his arm again to muffle the cry.

Pleasure spiked through him like fireworks, sparks igniting in his groin. Tanjiro had never felt
anything like it, and the sensation blended with the painful stretch in an unbearably perfect way.

Giyu’s breath tickled his ears as the man leaned closer to whisper. “Do you like that?”

The man rolled his hips the same way again.

Tanjiro had opened his mouth to reply, but the only sound that came out was a desperate moan.

“Tomioka-san-- please,” He heaved, gasping for air, “Again-- please, do that again--”

Giyu was already starting to pull out, this time until the head of his dick tugged at the boy’s
entrance, before slamming back in with strength he hadn’t been using before.

Tanjiro cried .

The man didn’t stop, zeroing in on the angle that got Tanjiro’s vision going white mercilessly--
each thrust deeper and further and rougher.

“Ah, ah-- Ah!!!”

Intense pleasure radiated in overpowering waves, each thrust making Tanjiro writhe underneath the
man in desperation. The boy’s jaw went slack, cries reaching higher fervor as Giyu just kept going
harder . His fingers clenched the bedsheets for dear life, his body being rocked so hard that he felt
like his knees were going to buckle and give any second. He could feel the slap of skin on skin and
his own dick throbbing in sync.

It was too much-- too much--

Tanjiro hid his face in his arms, muffling his moans.

He couldn’t take this--

Giyu nearly growled and abruptly bit his shoulder, fucking into him harsher. Tanjiro wailed.

All the heat and the pain and the pleasure had the boy’s eyes watering, and tears began to streak his
cheeks-- he couldn’t even feel them.

“Let me hear you,” Giyu groaned. He grabbed Tanjiro’s hand to get it out of his face and kept it
there, interlacing his fingers on top of his own. That small gesture still made the boy’s heart jump.
“Giyu-san--” He whined. He started to grind back, his hips meeting Giyu’s thrusts, “I-- I need--”
He couldn’t even finish a sentence, all breaths tapering into cries.

The lubricant was dripping down his thighs, hot and slick, and Giyu was mouthing at his shoulder
again. It was too warm-- the burn of the Water Hashira’s dick pounding into him too intoxicating--
it felt too good --

The man pressed down lower on one extra deep thrust and that was all it took for Tanjiro’s knees to
give and slide out from under him. Tanjiro yelped and his legs got split further. Giyu didn’t even
break his rhythm to grab his hips and lift him just high enough to keep going, the angle piercing the
spot that had Tanjiro seeing stars even better.

“AH--! Ah!!--”

This was much worse. Much, much worse. Every time Tanjiro was jostled, his erection dragged
against the sheets and his own stomach. The added sensation was making him cry from the intense
pleasure of it. His dick was making a mess with pre-come and was absolutely aching for release,
throbbing hard enough to shake his entire body.

Tanjiro sobbed.

“Giyu, I’m gonna--” The heat in his groin was coiling, “I’m gonna-!”

Giyu groaned and started thrusting even harder.

“Tanjiro...” He brushed his lips against the boy’s ears, his deep voice and musky scent utterly
heavy . “Come for me.”

Tanjiro shattered.

His entire body seized like he’d been electrocuted as he came, hard . The highest keen fell from his
lips, and pleasure exploded like a rushing, never-ending current. His hips involuntarily jerked, his
jaw went slack, and Giyu didn’t even stop thrusting.

They quickly became erratic, uneven, and Tanjiro writhed hearing Giyu moan into his back. He
was coming too, Tanjiro realized. The heat the boy felt swelled and he could feel how much was
being pumped into him, Giyu releasing inside him completely. Tanjiro’s moan came out
completely wrecked.

Hot, hot, hot--

The pleasure blooming inside him was the best thing he'd ever felt.

Giyu groaned, long and throaty. They were both panting, and they stilled for a long moment, both a
complete mess.

Tanjiro shivered from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

All he could hear was his racing heart and their labored breathing for a long moment. The man
finally moved, pulling out, and Tanjiro whimpered at the drag of his slack dick. Come trickled
down his thighs like a stream.

“Ahhhh,” Tanjiro let himself be rolled over by the man, wincing at the sudden sting of pain. His
entire body ached -- he didn’t think he could walk right now even if he wanted too.
Giyu laid beside him, and they both took a moment to just stare at the ceiling while trying to
recuperate.

“Are you…” Even Giyu was struggling to catch his breath, “Are you okay?”

Tanjiro turned to face him, suddenly feeling so lucky to be able to be with the Water Hashira like
this. The man’s face was flushed from exertion, and sweat casted in his muscles in a tantalizing
sheen.

“Yeah…” Tanjiro was so spent he felt like he would never be able to move again. He managed to
smile anyway. “That was… that was… wow .”

Giyu immediately smiled back, and that made Tanjiro’s heart soar.

“It was 'wow’?”

“Wow.” Tanjiro grinned.

Giyu actually chuckled, and Tanjiro was struck with the abrupt fear that he did not want this to
end. He swallowed it down, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“You know…” Giyu said, “You kept your concentrated breathing the whole way through.”

Tanjiro gaped. “Really?!”

There was absolutely no way.

Tanjiro didn’t think he had been able to breathe at all at some points, let alone survive. Even
breathing now was a strain, the experience the most intense thing he’d ever put himself through.

Giyu glanced over at him again and just smiled.

“No.”

Tanjiro blushed. Was the pillar trying to tease the boy until he died?!

“Don’t get my hopes up like that!” Tanjiro half-heartedly hit his arm, but the man just hummed.

“Looks like you’ll still need more trainings with me then.”

The boy froze. The scent Giyu was giving was so overly fond that he couldn’t misunderstand the
underlying meaning no matter how much he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t know what they were,
but Tanjiro internally squealed just knowing that Giyu wasn’t just going to cast him aside now.

He felt happy enough to just die.

“Lots of trainings,” Tanjiro corrected.

"Of course,"

The boy beamed, and he was unable to resist throwing his arms around the man. Giyu hugged him
right back, rolling on his side to properly scoop him up.

Tanjiro nuzzled his head into the pillar’s chest, not evening caring about the mess between his
legs. That could wait, the rest of the world could wait, because right now he was with Giyu.
 He felt as the man’s breathing and heart rate evened out, the thumping a lullaby to his ears, and he
hummed a small noise of contentment.

This was perfect.

“Don’t fall asleep before I can clean you,” Giyu muttered.

Tanjiro huffed, looking up at the Water Hashira to see if he was being serious. Giyu looked right
back down and suddenly the boy realized something.

“You dropped your concentrated breathing too.”

He saw right before his eyes as the man blushed.

“Not at all.”

“Don’t lie,” Tanjiro couldn’t help but preen.

Giyu looked cornered for a moment, but before the boy could gloat, the pillar got a defeatedly fond
look in his eyes. The man caressed his cheek and pulled him closer. Tanjiro’s face burned at the
sweet gesture.

“Forget what I said earlier,” Giyu gently kissed his forehead. “Go to sleep, love.”

Tanjiro felt struck in the heart.

Love, love, love, love.

He didn’t know whether he suddenly wanted to cry of happiness or sadness. Tanjiro knew Giyu
could just be saying it as strictly a term of endearment rather than a confession, but he didn’t want
to let himself overthink it. He didn’t want to give himself the despair of rejection nor the hope of
acceptance, so he didn’t. Things were good as they were now-- the room had a pleasant soft breeze
from the thin opening of the shoji wall pulled aside and the sun came through in warm shafts. The
only sounds were their soft breathing and the birds outside, and nothing felt better than Giyu
holding him.

He wasn’t going to taint this moment.

So Tanjiro just held on tighter instead.

Chapter End Notes

Tanjiro: I want to seduce Giyu to kiss me UwU

-Meanwhile-
Giyu:...
Giyu: I want to fuck him

OOF this fanfic in a nutshell be like xD Anyways I hope this was okay?? Yo I'm new
to smut this was hard, ngl ;v; Constructive criticism welcomed ofc because I'd love to
improve! Also would like to just say now that no, they did not get caught with that, so
it's going to be the next chapter everyone finds out-- Which also means one more
spicy scene!

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made my day <3

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 Sex and Scandal
Chapter Summary

Everyone finds out, and Tanjiro could just die.

Chapter Notes

It's finally the end! I appreciate everyone who patiently waited for this, because oof I
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Real life has been whack, I'm getting ready to move out for college, and I didn't have a
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Tanjiro had to resist the urge to reach his hand out as Giyu walked away.

The Water Hashira’s broad back was haloed by the setting sun, his sword on his side as he left for
yet another mission.

He had only ended up staying at headquarters for the day.

After Tanjiro had woken up to a serene afternoon in the man’s arms, he had felt like he was
dreaming-- it was all just too good to be true. Giyu hadn’t immediately kicked him out of his room,
and the man was impossibly gentle as he took the boy’s hand and walked with him into town. They
had gotten lunch together, sitting next to one another on the stools of the outside bar, and they
ended up talking about everything and nothing the whole time. It was so effortless, so natural, that
Tanjiro was positive he had been smiling the whole time. He suddenly wasn’t worried about what
their new relationship meant or whether things had changed between them at all, because Giyu was
spending time with him-- and that’s all Tanjiro could need.

But then the man’s crow flew down right as they got back to headquarters and gave the pillar his
orders to head north.

Tanjiro could swear that he felt his heart drop. All the warmth in the world abruptly fell in
temperature as the boy watched Giyu’s demeanor shift right before him. The Water Hashira looked
as if he’d been woken from a daze, expression turning serious and shoulders tensing. Despite not
moving an inch, Tanjiro felt the distance between them triple in that single moment.

It hurt the boy to his core.

“I have to go,” Giyu’s expression had turned blank. Cold.

Tanjiro had tried to smile. “Of course.”

And now the man was walking away, leaving Tanjiro at the headquarters gate between the trees of
wysteria. Giyu’s scent had turned guilty again the moment he looked away, but Tanjiro had no idea
what made the man pull away from him so fast, both physically and emotionally. He knew he
shouldn’t take it personally, probably, but as he watched Giyu’s silhouette become smaller, Tanjiro
couldn’t bear the man to leave this way.

In a spurt of courage, Tanjiro managed to run and catch up to him in a second --with minimal
limping-- and practically crashed into the man’s back with a hug. Giyu made a small noise of
surprise at the impact, and the boy was blushing to his ears as he internally feared whether he was
being too forward, too clingy, again.

Too late now.

“Tomioka-san,” He practically hid his face into the fabric of the man’s haori. “Please be careful.”

Giyu was silent for a moment, the flare of scents too mixed and muddled for Tanjiro to make out.
The pillar turned around, taking ahold of the boy's hands before he could take a step back, and
Tanjiro’s breath hitched when he leaned closer.

Giyu kissed him chastely, and despite everything they did together earlier that day Tanjiro’s heart
still flipped, and he wanted to melt .

“I will,” He whispered against his lips, and Tanjiro could feel the man’s small smile. The boy
beamed back and interlaced their fingers, and when Giyu had to move away and let go, Tanjiro’s
heart was much more at ease than before.

The boy still watched the path the entire time as Giyu left, even when he couldn’t see the pillar
anymore at all, and the sun was nearly gone by the time he turned back to go inside. It was clear
now that there was definitely some uncertainty still between them, but Tanjiro felt much lighter
than before now that Giyu wasn’t walking away as if he were a stranger. He still felt a little
anxious, but in his heart he knew--

It was going to be okay.

Zenitsu was panicking.

“Tanjirooooo!” He called, eyes darting around the hall in the hopes to find the burgundy-haired
boy. He knew he should check Tomioka-san’s dorm first, but Zenitsu didn’t want to believe that
Tanjiro had went there -- nor accidentally overhear certain things again.

Besides, what are the chances his friend was still with the pillar?

Zenitsu tried to swallow down his dread. He wanted to be right, but the odds weren’t looking so
good--

Inosuke idly stalked alongside him, not aiding in the search whatsoever. “Why do you want to find
Gonpachiro so bad?”

“Because he could be in danger!” Zenitsu stressed. He had ran out to follow Tanjiro almost as soon
as the burgundy-haired boy had raced out of their room with that bizarre look in his eye. Zenitsu
had heard the excitement and hint of mischief in the boy’s heart, and he did not want to know why
that came about after a discussion about arousal, for kami-sama’s sake. The fact that Tomioka-san
had returned did not help.

Zenitsu had only taken a few steps before he realized he might be better off not knowing, so he
turned back and decided to have more faith in his friend. But then he didn’t see Tanjiro at the
training grounds like usual, and then Tanjiro didn’t show up for lunch, and then it was night and
Tanjiro had still not shown up.

Zenitsu was really trying to not panic here.

“If he’s in headquarters, then he’s fine,” Inosuke snorted. Zenitsu didn’t know why the crazy boar-
head bothered following him out into his search if he wasn’t even going to believe him anyway.

The blond tried not to scream. “You don’t get it!” He hissed. “Tanjiro was being weird earlier, and
we haven’t seen him in hours ! He might be in trouble!”

“Why would young Kamado be in danger?” An authoritative voice cut the air, making Zenitsu and
Inosuke freeze. The Flame Hashira suddenly stood before them.

Zenitsu practically flew out of his skin. “W-where did you come from?!” The tall man had his arms
crossed and a scary expression that made the hallway seem more like a death trap now. Zenitsu
had seen the pillar a few times in passing, he knew that Tanjiro had talked to him before, but this
was the first time he had those blazing eyes on him.

Intimidated would be an understatement.

“Oi! Are you strong?” Inosuke hopped up and down, as if this was exciting and not terrifying .

“I was around the corner,” Rengoku said off-handedly. “I heard you saying that Kamado could be
in danger? Why is that?”

Under the serious gaze of a pillar, Zenitsu couldn’t help but stutter. “W-well, he’s probably fine.
We just can’t find him--”

“How long has he been gone?”

“Since he walked out of our infirmary room this morning...”

Rengoku’s eyebrows finally unfurrowed. “I saw him this morning in the halls,” He offered, tone no
longer accusatory.
“Really?” Zenitsu perked up. “Where did he go?”

“Hey! You’re a Hashira, right? Fight me!” Inosuke butted-in. He was running in restless circles
around the pair, oblivious to the severity of the situation. They both ignored him.

“He went with Tomioka.”

Zenitsu’s small glimmer of hope vanished as soon as it came. “No!” He cried, “We’re too late
then!” He threw himself on the floor; a portrait of misery.

“Too late for what ?” Rengoku frowned.

Zenitsu wasn’t even coherent enough to be scared of the Flame Hashira like he should’ve. He
knew deep down that Tanjiro probably was getting railed again at some point of the day, but he
didn’t want to believe it. And to think they were together the entire day-- Zenitsu didn’t want to
even consider the implications of what that meant.

Innocently talking and spending time together? A part of his brain optimistically supplied.

As if! Zenitsu thought right back.

Was he a terrible friend for knowingly letting this happen? Surely there had to be some
manipulation in play because Tanjiro didn’t seem the type to… enthusiastically... seek that sort of
thing out.

Rengoku seemed unperturbed by the blond’s sobbing on the floor and by Inosuke’s ramming into
the wall with his head beside them. “If Kamado could be in danger, then I need to know,” He
demanded.

Zenitsu looked up at him and sniffed. “It doesn’t matter-- Tanjiro’s innocence is already long
gone.” He lamented.
“ What ?!” Rengoku boomed, “What do you mean by that?!”

It suddenly hit Zenitsu that Tanjiro could get in trouble for this. Panic gripped him again as he
jumped back up to his feet. “I mean--! Nothing! It’s nothing! I’m just being dramatic-- Tanjiro is
fine, probably. He’s fine!”

The pillar looked very unconvinced, and Zenitsu would be trying his luck if he really thought that
Rengoku was stupid enough to have no idea what ‘innocence’ implied.

Kami-sama, he fucked up.

Then, like a miracle from above, with perfect timing, a familiar head of burgundy hair rounded the
corner.

“Tanjiro!!” Zenitsu cried, throwing himself at the startled boy. “Where were you? Are you okay?
Why wouldn’t you say anything if you were going to be gone the entire day?? That’s so mean!”
Tanjiro was already patting his back in consolement.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” He half-laughed, “I just went out into the town today. I’m sorry to have
worried you, Zenitsu.” He was so sincere and patient with the fact that he was getting the blond’s
snot on his shoulder that Zenitsu couldn’t help but feel incredibly bad about assuming he was
under Tomioka all day; the burgundy-haired boy’s heart sounded honest about being in town.

“I’m an awful friend!” He sniveled.

“What? No, you’re not!” Tanjiro defended, gently pushing him off to look him in the eye. “You’re
perfectly fine, Zenitsu.”

“How about me? Am I perfect?” Inosuke was jumping again, pointing to himself.

Tanjiro laughed. “Of course, Inosuke. You’re amazing.”

Inosuke made a weird fuwafuwa sound under the mask, which Zenitsu elected to ignore as he
finally pulled away from clutching the boy to wipe his face.
“So you were just in town?”

“For most of the day,” Tanjiro nodded. To Zenitsu’s relief, his heartbeat still sounded completely
truthful.

“Your friends were really worried about you.”

“Oh! Good evening, Rengoku-san!” Tanjiro greeted, somehow not nervous at all in front of the
pillar. Rengoku suddenly looked a lot more friendly too, and Zenitsu didn’t need super hearing to
hear the fondness in his tone.

“I’m glad to see you’re safe, Kamado.”

Wait a minute. Wait a damn minute.

Zenitsu looked between the two, in disbelief, because knowing how close Tanjiro had somehow
secretly gotten to the Water Hashira so suddenly had him now wondering if--

No , he told himself, slapping his face with both hands. Tanjiro was not a slut.

Sure enough, despite the sounds from Kyujuro, Tanjiro’s breathing sounded nothing like it did
when he’d talk about Tomioka, and his heart didn’t have the same cadence of joy. He sounded
happy, it was just… different. And, strangely, there was an undertone of sadness in the mix too that
he could hear now that he was really listening.

Tanjiro was smiling anyway.

Zenitsu mentally chastised his brain for even going there; but then again, knowing what he did
now, could anyone blame him? He prayed that the Tomioka thing was the only huge secret the
burgundy-haired boy had.

Just as Zenitsu finally came back to reality from his rampant thoughts, Tanjiro was dipping his
head to them in parting. “I’m going to head to bed now,” He said. “Have a goodnight!”

Rengoku and Zenitsu returned the sentiment while Inosuke was busy running around the Flame
Hashira again, but the blond didn’t miss the way the pillar’s eyes followed his friend. Rengoku’s
heart slowed with suspicion and then spiked in something bristling, like anger or realization.
“Zenitsu,” The pillar turned back to face him, expression scary again, “Do you know why Kamado
was limping?”

Tanjiro was limping? Zenistu peeked around the pillar to see, but his friend appeared to be walking
away completely fine. Then again, Zenitsu wouldn’t have known that Tanjiro was fighting with
broken ribs unless he had heard the initial crack for himself; the burgundy-haired boy was
incredibly good at hiding his injuries like that.

“No..?” He questioned, trying to watch closer. “Are you sure he was even--” Zenitsu sucked in a
breath.

Of course.

If anyone could see through Tanjiro’s wounds, it would be another demon slayer as skilled as a
pillar; so Rengoku was probably right, which meant--

Zenitsu tried to not let his face redden. Oh .

So he did end up seeing Tomioka today.

Zenitsu had to resist from outwardly squealing and covering his face with his hands in horror. The
last thing he wanted to do was get Tanjiro in trouble or have the Flame Hashira’s stare on him any
longer.

“It’s probably from training--! Um, I’m going to bed now too. Goodnight!” He rushed, bowing low
enough to fall over. He practically ran away, dragging Inosuke by the fur tied on his pants with
him, and he happily ignored his friend’s screeching as he got them out of there.

Rengoku’s breathing had sounded highly suspicious, and Zenitsu did not want to know what the
pillar was going to do about it.

Please, he begged in his head, please don’t put it all together. I swore I would keep Tanjiro’s
secret!

Little did Zenitsu know, Rengoku already had a plan.

Tanjiro was a wreck.

He was sleep deprived, really cranky, and unbelievably sore-- and it was all Giyu’s fault. Tanjiro
would’ve been embarrassed by the thought alone had it not been for the nagging ache in the
tailbone as he wallowed in the steaming tub. Shinobu’s bathhouse was full of infirmary patients at
this time of day, which alone was a good enough reason to avoid it, so the boy was at the
headquarter’s bathhouse instead. He didn’t mind the short walk, and, besides, there was a much
bigger issue anyway.

He was practically covered head-to-toe in love marks.

Bites littered his shoulders, chest, and even his back. If that wasn’t obvious enough, the bruises on
his hips were very telling.

At the time, Giyu being rough with him had been hot as hell, and Tanjiro would be lying if he said
he didn’t like the aggressive treatment --after all, he was a demon slayer too and could take his
punches-- but now it all just ached .

And now he was horny and frustrated.

Great.

Tanjiro let out a tiny hiss at the way the steaming water of the bath stung the harsher bites. Pushing
on, he sank further down until he was entirely submerged besides for his head. The heat helped the
aches, but anything Giyu had made bleed just burned.

On one hand, Tanjiro secretly loved the constant reminders throughout his day, but on the other…

He’s going to have to avoid Shinobu’s bathhouse for the rest of the week at this rate.

I’m going to bite him back next time , Tanjiro internally vowed, puffing his cheeks. Or make him at
least take some responsibility.

The sudden thought made Tanjiro pause, blushing as he actually considered it. He couldn’t help but
still fantasize about being in an official relationship with the man. It felt selfish expecting it when
he was already clearly going to be getting attention from the pillar from now on, but Tanjiro
couldn’t help it. It didn’t help that the memories of yesterday kept playing on repeat in his head.

Like the way Giyu’s breath felt against his neck, or the way his chest pressed against his back,
driving him into the floor as he--

Tanjiro covered his face with his hands.

Surely this’ll stop in a few days , He prayed. It was easy enough to focus while he was training
with the others as usual, but nearly every other waking moment was plagued with bombardments
of Giyu interrupting his thoughts. Sometimes it would just be of quiet moments they had shared
when having lunch together, which would have Tanjiro forced to stave off questions from anyone
who caught him daydreaming and blushing. But other times he was slammed with vivid memories
from when they had sex, and that--

Tanjiro sunk even deeper in the tub in mortification, wanting to hide despite no one being around to
begin with.

Earlier today he had to run out on having lunch with Inosuke and Zenitsu earlier than usual
because he had gotten a piece of pork stuck between his teeth, and then he had tried to use his
fingers to get it out-- but then that reminded him of Giyu’s fingers in his mouth and then that
reminded him of the fact that he was jerked off by the man in less than a second and then--

Ultimately, Tanjiro ended up having to stand up and excuse himself to leave because he couldn’t
contain the sound of wanting to die from his throat. He still should apologize to both Zenitsu and
Inosuke about that...

Tanjiro blew out a long breath, making the water level to his mouth foam with bubbles.

Poor Zenitsu probably heard the weirdest shit come out of him at that moment. To say that he had
been distressed would be an understatement.
“Hi, Kamado.”

The boy startled at his name, shaken from his thoughts. Panic gripped him for a second, because
no one was supposed to be at this bathhouse right now, but Tanjiro immediately relaxed upon
seeing that it was only the Mist Hashira.

“Oh, hello Tokito-kun,” Tanjiro beamed, rising from the water just high enough to not have any of
his face obscured. All the pillars really irked him at Nezuko’s trail, even Rengoku wasn’t on his
side back then, but while staying at Shinobu’s mansion, Tanjiro has had the chance to run into
them all again one on one and make amends for the most part. All except for Giyu, who was
already on his side, of course.

Some of the Hashiras he hadn’t seen since then, but most of them milled about headquarters from
time to time. Tanjiro was glad to know that he was becoming friends with most of them already.

Muichiro was more on the bizarre side --at least he wasn’t Sanemi, who Tanjiro still was upset
with-- with how obtuse and distracted he could be, but he was pleasant company. Tanjiro has no
idea why, but the young pillar seemed to take a liking to him, so he didn’t feel threatened at all
when Muichiro proceeded to take the bathing tub next to him.

The young pillar always smelled fresh and airy too, which was really nice.

“This is the best time to bathe,” He said informatively.

Tanjiro nodded, smiling. “It’s nice to be fresh and clean before dinner.”

“Yeah.” Muichiro sank in deep like Tanjiro, in no rush to actually clean himself.

They spent the next few minutes in companionable silence, Tanjiro letting his eyes fall shut as he
relaxed and Muichiro muttering quietly to himself every now and then about whatever was
distracting him. The whole experience was actually quite cathartic.

That was, up until Muichiro stood to finish up.

The young pillar sat on a bench over where gutters were dug out to drain the water and looked over
his shoulder at Tanjiro as he started scrubbing.

“You’re not going to get out soon? You’ve been in there longer than me.”

Tanjiro looked back and somehow entirely forgot the reason he came here from the start. It was
common culture to bathe with others in the bathhouse, and Muichiro seemed so nonthreatening
there that Tanjiro was already getting up before properly thinking it through.

“Right,” He agreed, beginning to step out.

And then he realized it.

He saw, more than belatedly remember, the bruises and marks on him first, and he froze. He
looked up at the Mist Hashira to gauge a reaction, all while hoping the young pillar didn’t notice or
couldn’t see or--

Muichiro blinked.

“Whatever kind of training you’re doing seems to bruise you badly.” Was all he said, before
turning around to throw a bucket of water over his head for rinsing. Tanjiro instantly deflated and
let out a sigh of relief.

Thank kami-sama for the oblivious.

But now Tanjiro was in the dilemma of wanting to go back in the tub to avoid further risk, or going
to sit next to Muichiro to keep up the façade of nothing being wrong. The Mist Hashira could be
dense, but he wasn’t stupid.

Tanjiro sighed quietly to himself, walking over. The air had a cold bite to it, but Tanjiro had been
pruning up badly anyway, so he figured being out of the tub was for the best. Muichiro started
brushing through his hair, he had a lot, while Tanjiro washed himself and prayed that the young
pillar didn’t look too closely at all his ‘bruises’-- there was no way they were far away enough
from each other for him to not realize what the marks really were if he decided to stare again.

He resolutely tried to calm himself and just focus on washing, but half way through, Tanjiro felt
Muichiro’s eyes on him. He tried to not visibly tense. The Mist Hashira stared off into space a
bunch, though; the gaze could mean nothing.

And then the scent of discomfort pierced Tanjiro’s nose.

He looked over, and the young pillar was blushing .

“Oh,” He blinked owlishly. “ Oh .”

“Tokito-kun,” Tanjiro couldn’t help but panic, “It’s not--”

“See you later, Kamado-- goodbye,” Muichiro rushed, grabbing his robe and running out.

The arm Tanjiro had outreached fell to his side.

Great.

This was fantastic.

The boy couldn’t help but groan into his hands; it was all just so embarrassing! As much as Tanjiro
liked admiring the marks on his own skin alone, it’s not like he asked to be practically labeled as
‘ravished’ for all to see!

And now Muichiro saw. Oh, kami-sama, he saw .

Tanjiro was definitely biting Giyu next time he saw the man.

(About One Week Later)

Kyojuro knew he was being nosey.

He knew that this was none of his business, but --for kami-sama’s sake!-- he couldn’t bear not
knowing whether what he heard about Tanjiro and Giyu was true. Based on what Zenitsu let slip,
and on how Tanjiro had been acting around him in subsequent days when he tried mentioning
anything about Giyu, Kyojuro feared that the worse was true: the young boy and Water Hashira
were sleeping together.

The idea alone made the Flame Hashira angry enough to want to kill the man. Tanjiro was
precious! Young! And utterly too angelic for this earth! To think Giyu was getting his hands all
over him in… that way… left Kyojuro simmering in fury redder than his own hair. Surely Tanjiro
was being coerced into this; surely he was being manipulated or forced-- there was no way Giyu
could get such an amazing perfect person willingly into his bed.

Or so Kyojuro told himself.

Tonight was a special occasion where the headquarters threw a feast for all the Hashira and
residing demon slayers, so Giyu would have to be back from his mission sometime today. Even
Kyojuro had been sent off for a while with the feast’s date kept in mind-- which was why he was
already back and here, waiting.

It’s just my dorm , he told himself, crossing his arms.

His dorm just happened to be right next to Giyu’s, and the walls just happened to be literally paper
thin, and if the Water Hashira and Tanjiro just happen to get into it while he’s here… well, being
in his own room wasn’t a crime.

Kyojuro swallowed.

Sure, that was all true, but he couldn’t help the gnawing guilt already settling in his stomach. He
was proud to know that Tanjiro considered him a friend, so there was something that felt vaguely
like a betrayal in purposely staking out here.

If the worst case scenario came to be, if Kyojuro came to find out that his cursed theory was true ,
then he wouldn’t even know what to do with the intimate information. Of course he would save
Tanjiro if it was being forced, and he would kill Giyu regardless, but if the former wasn’t the case
then Kyojuro had no reason to bash the walls in. He would have to stay in his dorm, trapped in his
own room while hearing it all, because the damn sliding doors would make too much noise and
draw too much attention.

If he was going to betray Tanjiro’s privacy, then at the very least he could make sure the boy never
finds out about it.

This is all for his own good , Kyojuro reasoned, I’m just worried about him .

To quell his conflicting emotions and guilt, he took to sitting cross-legged and began meditating
with his breath. He hardly spent time in his own dorm during the day like this, but he was
determined to linger until the feast started in the evening. If nothing even happened, then oh well.

After most of the day passed, Kyojuro was about to entertain the thought that he had just been
paranoid after all, and that the possibility of Tanjiro and Giyu even doing such things together was
impossible-- But right then the sound of falling footsteps started down the hall.

It was already late afternoon, but Rengoku still perked up with intense focus and interest despite
being practically asleep for the past couple hours.
Could that be them?

There was only one set of steps though, and whoever it was was good at traveling fast and precise
despite the speed; a pillar for sure. Kyojuro immediately betted on it being Giyu.

The Flame Hashira was abruptly filled with doubt when ringing laughter could suddenly also be
heard accompanying the steps. It was playful and hitching ever so often, and that definitely didn’t
belong to Giyu.

Despite the mystery person dying of laughter, the silhouette of the Water Hashira then appeared
outside Kyojuro’s room --so it was Giyu!-- and the man even paused, skidding to a complete stop
right outside Kyojuro’s door. And then the Flame Hashira noticed the weird addition to the man’s
shadowed figure through the wall.

Giyu was carrying someone over his shoulder.

“Giyu,” A breathless voice filled with amusement, “Why’d you stop here?”

Kyojuro had to keep himself from running out of his room in both relief and panic-- that was
definitely Tanjiro’s voice!

“No reason,” He heard Giyu return, now walking past at a leisurely pace. Kyojuro lost sight of
them as they approached the next-door room, but he heard plenty clearly as a sliding door opened
and then slammed shut.

There was a thud, a small yelp from the boy, and then it was quiet for a short moment.

Kyojuro held his breath and kept his mediating position as if he wasn’t desperately trying to figure
out what was happening in the room next door. A part of him wished that nothing would actually
go down, a part of him wished that he wouldn’t have had to run into Tanjiro or Giyu until the feast,
and an even smaller, awful, part of him wanted it to secretly happen so bad so that he could at least
hear what Tanjiro sounded like when--

“Ah! Giyu, wait--!”

Kyojuro’s body jolted at the sudden cry and his face was already reddening. There was some more
shuffling, and then a whine so breathy that the Flame Hashira would be lying if he said there was
no helpless spark of arousal in his own groin.

Oh...Tanjiro was actually...

He resolutely stared down at his table in front of him, trying not to sweat.

“Hah-- ah--!”

Oh shit.
Kyojuro fucked up.

(A Few Hours Earlier)

Tanjiro was sulking in Shinobu’s mansion for the uptenth time-- privately, of course.

There was something incredibly lonely not being able to tell anyone about his overwhelming and
conflicting emotions about Giyu, like how he felt about him and how he worried for him, and
letting it all fester up inside him probably wasn’t good. On top of that, there was absolutely no way
he could tell anyone about their… intimacy… and although Tanjiro wasn’t the type to need to
declare that sort of thing to others, it was hard when said feelings were the only thing in his mind.

Not to mention he just simply missed Giyu.

Nezuko was sleeping more often than not, and Zenitsu --although maybe having an idea of how
Tanjiro felt-- would definitely just freak out; Inosuke outright just wouldn’t understand. He
respected Aoi too much to bother her, Shinobu definitely wouldn’t approve, the three little girls
were too young and could never keep a secret, and Kanao still hasn’t even spoken a word to him.

Tanjiro sighed.

He walked out onto the engawa, the wood warm from the outside sun, and sat on the edge of the
porch. His feet dangled and he considered just confessing everything to Shinobu. Stewing like this
couldn’t be normal, could it? Feeling like the world revolved around Giyu wasn’t healthy, right?

Tanjiro tried to remember what his mom would’ve said to all of this-- surely she would’ve had the
perfect advice.

“It’s the person you want to protect more than anything…” Her voice suddenly manifested in his
head. Tanjiro’s eyes widened, remembering the summer day abruptly. He had been a few years
younger at the time, and he was helping her prepare dinner with Nezuko at his side.

Kie had looked so happy as she spoke about how she knew she loved Tanjuro.

Tanjiro couldn’t even remember how the conversation came up, the memory was fuzzy at the
edges, but he remembered the words she spoke after clearly.

“You want to protect them so badly that you’ll become stronger for it, but… at the same time…”
Her pink eyes glistened in the sunlight as she looked back to him.

“At the same time, you know that you’ll never have to if you’re with them-- because you know
they’ll protect you first. Because you know they’re the one person you can let yourself be weak
around, the one person you can finally stop shouldering the world for, because you know they’ll
happily share the weight.”
Kie smiled at him and ruffled his hair. “And you’ll be the same type of person for them. Someone
that makes them feel safe, and someone they’ll drop their walls for.”

Tanjiro remembered that he didn’t get it at the time, because how could you want to be strong for
someone and yet let yourself be weak around them at the same time?

But now he understood.

Ever since his dad passed, responsibility was all Tanjiro could get to know. Even before then, he
was the oldest among his siblings, and even now, Zenitsu poked fun at him for being so motherly
when it came to him and Inosuke. Eldest, big brother, man of the house, ‘mom’ of the group, the
one to depend on, the one to take the lead-- Tanjiro was constantly the one burdened with the role.
Of course he preferred it that way, he just cared too much, but when he was with Giyu he never felt
any of those things.

And the lift of the burden was beyond freeing.

He would still want to take responsibility and worry about the man, of course, but it didn’t feel like
usual; it didn’t feel like he had no choice because, for once, there was actually someone stronger
and even more dependable with him by his side.

And it wasn’t just the effect of Giyu being a pillar, because Tanjiro couldn’t bear to show the
vulnerability to any other Hashira even if his life depended on it. Shinobu was kind, but Tanjiro felt
like she only saw his ‘star pupil’ side, and showing her anything other than hardwork and
dedication would yield disappointment. Muichiro was barely a friend, even then their dynamic was
a little unorthodox, and none of the other pillars were more than acquaintances besides the Flame
Hashira. Rengoku was amazing and strong but…

Tanjiro covered his face with his hands and blushed just thinking about it.

He could never be the way he was with Giyu with him ! It was more than embarrassing, it was
downright shameful, and for some reason Tanjiro couldn’t imagine ever being comfortable
submitting in any shape or form to anyone else ever .

Not to mention he didn’t like him nearly as much as he liked Giyu!

The difference was so immense that Tanjiro wondered if it was even normal to be so attached to
the Water Hashira in the first place-- in terms of total time spent together, the boy should’ve been
more bonded to Zenitsu and Inosuke.

Although those two would always remain as only friends, Tanjiro still felt like his fondness for
Giyu shouldn’t have outweighed theirs; but it did.

He did save Nezuko twice , he reasoned with himself. He loved her more than anyone in this world,
no one could beat her as first in his heart, but even then his feelings with Giyu came awfully close.
It was vastly different, but a lot of the same foundation of emotions was there.

Tanjiro sighed and rubbed his forehead.

He was a mess. He was overthinking everything way too much.

I just want to see Giyu again , Tanjiro settled, basking in the simple uncomplicated thought.
Shinobu had told him that no one knew when the pillar was coming back this time, but it had to be
soon because the Headquarters Feast was tonight. In fact, Tanjiro was nearly positive he was
arriving sometime today for it, and the notion alone made his heart flutter in excitement and joy.
He might only come for the dinner, but Tanjiro would just be happy to see him, no matter how
little. But if the man could arrive sooner and if they could spend the entire day together again...

Tanjiro let out a long breath-- that was such a nice idea.

“What’s got you sighing so dreamingly?”

The boy practically shot up at the voice.

“Giyu?”

The Water Hashira stood at the doorway, the smallest smile on his lips.

Kami-sama, what perfect timing--!

Tanjiro didn’t waste any time rushing to the man, catching him in a hug. Giyu readily returned it,
and being in the man’s embrace felt like paradise. He smelled like the cotton of his haori and like
pine and morning dew and--

Tanjiro gasped, pushing himself out of the hug.

“Where are you hurt?”

Giyu, who had previously looked the most relaxed he’d ever seen him, startled and blinked down
at him, the moment broken. His eyebrow’s furrowed.

“I’m not.”

Tanjiro had to put effort in to not get hysterical. “I can smell the blood.”

Realization seemed to seep into the pillar, and he just smiled softly again. “Oh. That’s just a
scratch.”

“Can I see it?”

Giyu shook his head. “I need to rebandage it first. It opened up again on my way here, which is
probably why you noticed it.”

His scent was truthful and unalarmed, so Tanjiro let out a breath of relief. At least it was nothing
serious. Still though, he couldn’t help but want to check for himself.

“Shinobu and Aoi are out right now. I can bandage it for you instead… if you want?”

Giyu considered him for a long moment, his scent fluctuating. Tanjiro tried to not let the
unreadable demeanor shake him and kept his ground, refusing to take the offer back no matter how
afraid he was to be rejected.

“Alright.” Giyu finally relented.

Tanjiro beamed and quickly took the man’s hand before he could chicken-out against it.

“There’s an empty infirmary room down this way,” He gestured back inside. Tanjiro began to lead
the way, and Giyu practically let him be dragged along, his scent turning all fluffy despite the
blank expression.

“They’re in town to buy from the markets for the feast today,” Tanjiro began explaining as they
tread the halls. “I’m not sure when they’ll be back, but I know where they keep their supplies.”

“ I see,” Giyu said. Tanjiro took him to the room he was talking about, which wasn’t far, and had
the pillar sit down on one of the infirmary beds before he went scouring through the cabinets.

It didn’t take long to find a basket with basic wound dressing supplies. Tanjiro abruptly hesitated,
swaying back and forth on his feet once he was in front of Giyu.

“Um, could you take the haori and uniform off, please?” He managed to ask without stuttering.
Giyu begun to undress his torso almost mechanically, and Tanjiro didn't know if he was grateful or
not for the lack of teasing; he was definitely caught blushing, though.

Thankfully, concern seemed to be a great deterrent for keeping anything sexual from interrupting
the boy’s thoughts, and his genuine worry showed through when the gash was revealed.

Giyu was right-- it wasn’t deep and definitely wasn’t serious, but something about the clean line of
the cut and its length easily pointed to the fact that it could’ve been otherwise. It wrapped around
his bicep from below his shoulder to a few inches above his elbow, the part that had reopened was
already not bleeding anymore.

“Was it a demon?” Tanjiro couldn’t help but ask. He dipped a towel in a bowl of water to start
cleaning the wound, and he dabbed at the edges until the crusted blood fell away in flakes. Light
red smeared underneath, the fresh blood underneath leaving pink stains on Giyu’s skin.

The pillar didn’t even bat an eye when Tanjiro carefully dragged the cloth along the entire gash.

“Yes. It had a strong demon blood art to hide itself, so it managed to get me by surprise. That’s
all.”

Tanjiro nodded absently, the image of a demon managing to draw blood from the Water Hashira at
all still upsetting him. Rui had nearly killed him, yet Giyu finished the lower moon with a single
blow like it was nothing. The idea alone of any demon capable of injuring the man made Tanjiro
shiver.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” The boy easily beamed. He didn’t realize how the tender smile
subconsciously stuck on his lips and how Giyu watched him with a strangely intense scent because
of it. Tanjiro went on to apply the shoroku resin powder to entirely stop any more bleeding, and he
wrapped it in a roll of clean cloth bandages in the way he remembered he used to for his siblings.
“There,” He sighed, “Is that too tight?”

“No, it’s fine,” Giyu replied with a small smile, “Thank you.”

Tanjiro’s hand was still on the pillar’s arm, and his fingers skimmed the surface as if he could
somehow make sure Giyu was telling the truth-- he had a feeling the man wouldn’t have said
anything no matter how much of a poor job he did. Tanjiro had the experience of watching Shinobu
professionally at work long enough to know that he’d done decently, though, from the looks of it.

Since the angle of the gash was almost vertical, he had to wrap up a good half of Giyu’s entire
upper arm. Despite the bandages, the pillar’s strong bicep was still more than evident, and Tanjiro
couldn’t help but instinctively brush his fingers up higher. The man’s shoulders were wider and
fuller than his own, and --kami-sama-- Giyu’s body was the epitome of fit. It was impossible to not
be mesmerized with the way his muscled chest rose and fell with each breath.

Tanjiro’s hand was already brushing against his collarbone before he completely startled and
pulled back as if he’d been stung.
“Oh-- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--!” Tanjiro squeaked. He belatedly realized what he had been
doing, and the embarrassment was scathing. Giyu was looking back with an expression that could
only be constituted as smug.

“It’s okay,” He lightly chuckled, grabbing Tanjiro’s hand with his own. He put it back on the plane
of his chest-- kami-sama, he felt so sturdy -- and the boy could only flush further with the contact.

“You can touch.”

Tanjiro’s eyes darted up to his, and his heart jumped at the look Giyu was giving him back. He still
had that small, stupidly preened, smile, but his eyelids were lowered in a way that made his gaze
impossibly deep .

“You’re such a tease,” The boy huffed, trying to curb his embarrassment with his frustration. It
wasn’t working well, and then it completely flew out the window when Giyu pulled him closer.
The man snagged Tanjiro’s hips towards him, and, with the pillar sitting at the edge of the bed, it
forced the boy to sit on his lap and straddle him. Tanjiro blushed all over again at the unrestrained
yelp that jumped from his throat.

Giyu just chuckled again. “You’re not wrong,” He admitted. The sudden pull had forced the boy to
now have both hands braced on the pillar’s chest in an effort to not fall forward, but they were
close enough and the grip of Giyu’s hands on his hips was strong enough for that not to matter
anymore.

Tanjiro’s stomach was practically flying away.

“Giyu--” He tried to complain, resisting the urge to squirm.

“Hm?”

Tanjiro restrained from groaning and hiding behind his hands-- this man was going to be the death
of him-- and instead just grabbed Giyu’s face and threw himself forward into a kiss.

The pillar’s lips were finally, finally, on his again and --kami-sama-- it felt so right .

Tanjiro moved his mouth languidly against the pillar’s, and instead of wrapping his arms around
the man’s neck, he let his hands stay in front to roam.

He really hadn’t had a chance to touch Giyu like this before, partly because they had gone so long
into it without the pillar even undressing and also because of the boy’s natural hesitance and
embarrassment at the time. Neither of those things were stopping him now, though.

Carefully with the injured side, Tanjiro dragged his fingers up and down Giyu’s strong arms, in
awe of how he could feel the flex of muscle when the pillar’s hands tightened around him in
response. The boy was almost desperate to explore all the planes of the man’s chest, and his fingers
naturally took to following the lines of old scars he could feel on the skin.

Giyu surprisingly didn’t touch him back, seemingly committed to letting Tanjiro set the pace and
explore, and he just rubbed methodic circles into the boy’s hip bones with his thumbs and titled his
head to deepen the kiss.

Tanjiro’s whined into it, his stomach already heating up with the intimate position. Enraptured, his
hands stroked along Giyu’s abs, breath hitching when he felt the trail of hair at the bottom that led
to the man’s groin. Feeling that along with the defined v-line above his hips was suggestive
enough for Tanjiro to flush all over again.
Attraction was such an understatement when it came to Giyu.

Tanjiro broke away from the kiss to breathe, his heart already fluttering out of his chest, and shifted
closer on his lap to nuzzle the crook of the pillar’s shoulder and neck in an abrupt urge to take in
more of his scent. Usually his nose was sensitive enough to never want more stimulation, yet here
he was.

Tanjiro didn’t realize how touch-starved he was for the pillar until that moment, though, and he
couldn’t even bring himself to feel shame as he practically purred into Giyu’s neck. He just wanted
more of him. All of him.

The man let out a light breathy laugh of amusement, and the sound was enough for Tanjiro to
break out of his daze.

Belatedly, the boy realized what he was doing and immediately burned up. On the brightside, Giyu
couldn’t see his face right now, but Tanjiro still had to hold back the urge to recoil or duck his head
even lower. He didn’t know what had come over him, but it was far from gone as the boy suddenly
became aware of how he was face to face with the expanse of pale skin above Giyu’s collarbone.

Unlike his torso, there were no scars marring him here, and that sent a strangely possessive jolt
down Tanjiro’s spine.

He wanted to…

Oh , he realized, experimentally brushing the skin with his lips. The contact abruptly gave him the
urge to taste the skin, and he felt Giyu tense when he exhaled a hot breath against him. Oh-- Now
Tanjiro understood. He wondered if...

The boy tentatively grazed his teeth over to a spot higher up, right on the throat, and he’d be lying
if he didn’t admit that a part of himself was doing it out of his personal vow to get back at the man.
He’d also be lying if he didn’t admit that finally biting into the neck brought a wave of satisfaction
so strong that it nearly overwhelmed him.

Giyu made a small throaty sound that sunk straight to Tanjiro’s groin, and ohh--

He definitely understood why Giyu liked doing this so much now.

Undeniably proud, the boy couldn’t help his victorious grin when he pulled back up. The red
blotch he left on his skin was way more satisfying than it should’ve been.

“Take that!” He preened, a little breathless. “How do you like having to hide something too now?”
Tanjiro’s triumphant attitude completely fell, though, when he saw Giyu’s returning expression.
The pillar’s eyes had darkened, and it instinctively made the boy’s hair on the back of his neck
bristle.

The man looked ready to eat him alive .

“Giyu--” He started, suddenly not sure whether to apologize or run. The pillar abruptly stood, and,
before Tanjiro could stumble back, the man hoisted him up, throwing him over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?!” Tanjiro panicked, suddenly facing the pillar’s broad back.

Giyu’s voice was practically gravel. “We’re going to my room,” He declared.

Oh--
Tanjiro couldn’t help but blush. There was no denying the reason why the pillar suddenly wanted a
change of location; it was far too obvious. The boy briefly wondered if he made a huge mistake by
goading Giyu like this, but it didn’t matter-- it was too late to escape now.

The man practically took off, and in a mix of understandable fear and excitement, Tanjiro couldn’t
help but breathlessly start laughing like mad.

He was so, so , screwed.

Or at least, he was going to be, if he wanted to be more literal.

Giyu’s forearm was digging into the back of his thighs, and Tanjiro had to pray that the hold was
enough to not let him fall at the speed they were going. He could only watch as the floor zoomed
past in his vision, and, before his laughter could get any higher in pitch from the panic, Giyu
skidded to a stop.

Tanjiro managed to pull himself up enough to look around himself and was hit with confusion.

“Giyu,” For some reason the whole ordeal left him out of breath, but there was an undeniable
overflow of adrenaline from the thrill of it all, “Why’d you stop here?”

This wasn’t Giyu’s dorm, in fact, if Tanjiro was remembering right, this was Rengoku’s room.
Giyu was staring at the door there intensely for a moment, though. It was as if he could sense
something that the boy couldn’t.

Before Tanjiro could ask, the man looked back over and shook his head.

“No reason.” He promised. Giyu walked over to his own room and opened the door before Tanjiro
could continue to be suspicious.

Before the boy could even think, the pillar practically threw him down on the floor. He yelped and
his brain completely short-circuited, completely forgetting whatever the weird pause in front of the
wrong room was about, and his face was heating up before he could stop it. He barely managed to
sit back up before the pillar was on him.

Giyu seemed to not want to waste any time, and he was yanking off the haori before Tanjiro could
even process that he was being undressed.

“Ah! Giyu, wait--!”

The man practically ripped the buttons of shirt apart, and the boy couldn’t help the arousal that
spiked through him at the display of power. He grabbed Giyu’s shoulders for support, suddenly
feeling very heated, and whimpered when his pants were pulled down.

Tanjiro barely blinked before they were both completely naked.

Oh, kami-sama, this is going too fast--

It was as if an entire dam had given way, and Giyu was the flood that was completely drowning
the boy. Desperate was an understatement to how the man took to finally touching him back.
Giyu’s mouth latched onto his neck immediately, and Tanjiro figured it must have had to be
revenge, with how harshly the man sucked on his skin. Tanjiro already couldn’t breathe .

“Hah-- ah--!”
He was pushed all the way down until his back was flush with the floor, and Giyu left a searing
sting on his throat before shifting to kiss him. The boy instantly opened his mouth for him and
spread his legs to let the man on top of him closer.

Tanjiro moaned. Kami-sama, this was perfect .

Giyu kissed him like the world depended on it, his fervor only second to the boy’s own. If Tanjiro
had thought the pillar was handsy last time, this was on an entirely different level-- fingers were
already groping him rough enough to have Tanjiro panting and struggling to not squirm. Giyu
touched him as if he’d never get to again, and his hands ran up and down Tanjiro’s torso like he
was trying to memorize all the dips. Each brush of skin felt like fire; each possessive grip felt like
butterflies; each muffled groan between their mouths felt like heaven.

More. Tanjiro wanted more.

Giyu groaned when the boy dug his nails into his back, and the deep sound sent a shiver down
Tanjiro’s spine. The man retaliated by biting down into the boy’s shoulder hard enough to bleed.

“ Ah !”

The flare of pain only spiked with his arousal, and Tanjiro let out a long whine when Giyu
relentlessly took to his throat again. His skin was on fire with every scrape of teeth, every hot
breath against his neck, and Tanjiro wasn’t even ashamed of the way he practically bucked up into
Giyu as soon as the man’s hand dragged down to his hips. They were both already hard, and the
brief push against him had the boy already shuddering at the feeling. Without clothes in the way,
skin on skin, it was impossible to miss the pulsing heat from the man's groin above him. The pillar
frustratingly managed to hover, though, and already Tanjiro was so desperate--

More, more, more--

“You healed faster than I expected,” Giyu breathed against him, lips dancing on his skin. He was
teasing the spot the Tanjiro remembered took the longest to fade out of all the marks, a bite
between his neck and shoulder. Although it was practically healed and gone, the skin there was still
terribly tender.

Giyu stroked it with his tongue and Tanjiro hissed.

“Not fast enough,” Tanjiro tried to complain. It was hard to sound upset though when he was
literally baring his neck in submission to the man. “I had to bathe all the way in the headquarter’s
bathhouse for--” He whimpered when Giyu nipped his collarbone. “For-- nearly a week--”

Tanjiro could feel the huff of laughter against his chest. “Mmh,” Giyu hummed against his skin. It
was a deep and hoarse sound that sunk straight to the boy’s core. “You liked them, though.”

Tanjiro opened his eyes then to glare at the pillar, but Giyu had lifted his head and was looking
right back, smug . His scent was so heavy that it was dizzying.

The boy swallowed and had to avert his gaze.

“...I did…”

Giyu shifted closer on top of him, and it forced Tanjiro’s thighs to spread wider to make room. The
boy's erection finally came flush against the pillar's abdomen, and the pressure alone had him
moaning. The heat pooling in his groin throbbed.
“If you wanted something more subtle, though…” Giyu’s hand that had been holding down the
boy by the hip dragged further down. Tanjiro shuddered. “I could mark you where no one else
could see.”

“Where no one else--?” Tanjiro’s question died in his throat when saw Giyu sit up and hook both
of the boy’s legs, pulling them off the ground from behind the knee. “Wha--” Tanjiro’s eyes
widened as he realized what the pillar was doing.

Sure enough, Giyu pushed his legs to bend up further before pushing them apart so wide that his
knees were practically pinned to the ground. Tanjiro whimpered at sudden exposure.

“Kami-sama, you’re flexible,” Giyu breathed. The approval in his tone and possessiveness in his
scent had Tanjiro’s stomach doing flips. The man looked down at him with such intensity that
Tanjiro had to look away, facing burning. He felt so bare in this position.

Tanjiro opened his mouth to try to give some kind of retort, but his breath just hitched instead as
Giyu started peppering kisses up his leg. The pillar barely had to shift at all before he was right at
the boy’s inner thigh.

The sensitive area already had chills racing down Tanjiro’s back, and he gasped when he felt the
graze of teeth.

“Giyu…” He panted, already having to resist from bringing an arm up to his mouth. Without
Giyu’s shoulders to hold on to now, Tanjiro felt a little helpless and had to settle with curling his
fingers in the his own palms instead.

Giyu licked a stripe along the expanse of thigh, making Tanjiro groan. The boy’s erection throbbed
between his legs, crying for attention, but the man resolutely ignored it even as his mouth trailed
closer and closer.

The pillar was close enough now that Tanjiro could feel the cusp of his wet breath on his dick, the
man’s nose brushing against his skin, and that sensation alone made his leg involuntarily twitch.
Giyu’s strong grip didn’t give even a bit.

“Giyu, please--” Tanjiro whined, “Just bite me already--” His voice snagged, Giyu abruptly doing
just what he was asked. The explosion of pleasurable sting had a long, high cry coming out of the
boy, his back arching off the floor. And the pillar didn’t even relent.

Giyu sucked on the skin so harshly that Tanjiro already knew it would bruise, and the sensation
had his eyes fluttering close.

“Aah-- hah--”

His legs tried to close together on instinct, but the man had his knees pinned down so well that
Tanjiro couldn’t have gone anywhere. Giyu moved on to the other thigh, picking a spot closer to
the hip and biting down without pause. Tanjiro yelped.

The man was being rougher than usual, or his skin was just a million times more sensitive there,
because Tanjiro could swear his knees tried bashing Giyu in the face more than once. No matter
how many times his legs involuntarily jerked or how many times his thighs braced and tried to
shut together, Giyu held him down mercilessly and just kept mouthing the hypersensitive skin.

The pressure and sting and wetness was driving Tanjiro crazy. It all blended into overwhelming
waves of heat between Tanjiro’s legs, and the boy couldn’t stop moaning from the pleasure.
Giyu’s tongue, his teeth, --kami-sama-- his mouth--

And yet the man still ignored his erection. Tanjiro let out a long whine when Giyu kissed a spot
practically at the base of it, and when the man sat up again he looked absolutely preened .

Tanjiro would’ve been upset about it had he not been so desperate.

Already reaching his arms towards Giyu in a silent request, Tanjiro eagerly pulled the man back
down to him and wrapped his arms around his neck. Giyu happily complied, and the boy barely
had time to open his mouth before the man was kissing him again.

Tanjiro moaned into it. His inner thighs still pulsed with pain, but the burn just sunk to his groin
and his stomach practically fluttered to feel Giyu’s hands finally move to hold him by his waist
instead. The boy could finally close his legs, and he did only so that he could stretch them to tangle
against Giyu’s own. The pillar’s hair was falling over his shoulder now, his ponytail had come
undone, and running his hands through it felt like bliss; despite the spiky appearance, it was soft ,
and Tanjiro couldn’t get enough of touching the man.

Giyu broke the contact of lips on lips and leaned back up.

His voice sounded as wanting as Tanjiro felt. “I want to check something. Could you turn around
for me?”

Tanjiro’s face burned. Were they already going to get to doing that ? He hadn’t even been
prepared, but--

Despite the worries, his unwavering trust held strong though and he timidly nodded.

“Okay--” He panted, still out of breath.

Giyu sat back to give him space, and Tanjiro untangled himself from the man to twist around. He
had thought the pillar wanted him on the floor like last time, but the man helped him sit up instead
and had him shift until his legs were pulled up in front of himself. Giyu then wrapped his arms
around his waist like a hug from behind, and pulled him close so fast that Tanjiro couldn’t help but
make a small noise of surprise.

His back and the pillar’s broad chest came flush against each other, and Tanjiro’s breath hitched
when he felt Giyu’s erection pulse between the planes of his back.

Giyu managed to lean over him, and his breath was practically in his ear. “I want to see how
sensitive you are.”

Tanjiro shivered. “What do you mean?” Didn’t the man just try that? The boy tried to look over his
shoulder, nearly bumping their noses together, and his heart jumped to his throat; Giyu’s
expression was outright ravenous, and the scent--

The scent reminded Tanjiro of what it was like to be prey.

“Just relax,” Giyu murmured. He began kissing a spot behind Tanjiro’s ear, and the boy
whimpered.

One of Giyu’s hands began to trail down his torso, deftly with only the tips of his fingers, and the
sensation had Tanjiro feeling butterflies in his stomach. “Giyu…” He tried, unable to look away
from how the man’s large hand spread across abdomen, warm palm flattening over the sensitive
skin. The heat of it went straight to his dick.
The pillar just hummed against his neck, nipping at the area while his hand began slowly trailing
lower and lower--

Tanjiro tried to squirm as Giyu’s finger skimmed across his lower belly-- he was completely
ignoring the boy’s aching erection that was right there again . Tanjiro squeezed his burning thighs
together in an effort to cope, but Giyu’s hand immediately went on to dip between his legs to stop
him. Despite the pained noise Tanjiro made, the pillar gently began pushing them apart.

Tanjiro groaned. The man was just teasing him!

“Giyu--” He whined, slightly pushing up against him.

Tanjiro felt an amused huff on his shoulder, and he knew then that Giyu was doing this on purpose.
The pillar’s fingers rubbed up and down the raw marks he’d left on the boy’s inner thigh sensually
and the mix of frustration and arousal tore a moan out of Tanjiro’s throat. He pulled his knees up
closer and spread his legs wider in an instinctive gambit to get Giyu to just touch him already.

He couldn’t even take the moment to be satisfied with the way he heard Giyu’s breath hitch behind
him, too wound up and desperate for a more fulfilling pressure.

“Stop teasing--” Tanjiro whimpered. He was already out of breath again and nearly yelped when
Giyu abruptly grazed his fingers over the head of his dick, jolting at the sudden touch.

“You’re really wet already,” Giyu said, pressing his thumb into the slit and teasing the pre-come
budding there. It dripped down Tanjiro’s erection, and the boy moaned.

Nevermind-- this was worse. Much worse.

To both Tanjiro’s relief and disappointment, Giyu lifted his hand away and moved to grab
something on his side that the boy couldn’t see. He heard the distinctive sound of a bottle popping
open and tensed.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Giyu ordered, bringing two fingers slicked with lubricant back down
between Tanjiro’s legs. The boy could only nod, nervousness suddenly spiking and making his
heart pound. Without being told Tanjiro shifted to spread his thighs apart further anyway.

He didn’t know what made him burn with embarrassment more, the fact that Giyu had brought
some lubricant with him to begin with, or the fact that he hadn’t even been jerked off this time and
already wanted to come at the man’s touch again.

Either a blessing or a curse, Giyu completely ignored the erection between Tanjiro’s legs and
immediately dragged his fingers against the boy’s entrance instead. Tanjiro hissed.

It was cold this time, but the slick was warming up rapidly as the pillar kept running it up and
down, not even breaching a finger yet. His hand left momentarily to add more, and Tanjiro was
already trying to chase his fingers with his hips.

“Tanjiro,” Giyu lowly warned, the movement causing the boy’s back to drag against the man’s
own erection. The rumble against Tanjiro’s neck just turned him on more.

“Please, Giyu--” He began to beg. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, just-- ah!”

Finally , the man began to push a finger up into his entrance, the sensation burning and coiling in
Tanjiro’s groin. His eyelashes fluttered closed as he whimpered.
Giyu made a sound that was practically a growl and jostled the boy entirely with just the arm he
still kept wrapped around his waist. “ Watch .”

Tanjiro blinked through the strain, belatedly remembering he had been told to not close his eyes,
and looked down at himself as Giyu’s finger curled into him. The man’s wrist was digging into his
hip bone.

“Giyu,” He moaned, “I can’t--”

The overwhelming sensation spiked when Giyu began to add the second finger. The slick was
making obscene noises, and the burn between Tanjiro’s legs bordered on pleasure-- he could
barely relish the fireworks it shot to his groin without the ache of the stretch burning it all up. A
gutted cry tore from his lips when the man began scissoring. Giyu’s thighs bordered the boy, and
Tanjiro held onto them for a futile attempt of support, trembling.

“Tell me when I hit it,” He said, for some reason sounding breathless himself.

Hit what ? Tanjiro parted his lips to ask, but the strange way Giyu started prodding inside him took
his full effort to handle. A high whine escaped him when the man swirled his fingers and suddenly
brushed something.

“There?” Giyu panted, fingers pushing into the same spot.

Tanjiro gasped. Pleasure shot through him like electricity and he involuntarily bucked his hips as
Giyu did it again.

“ Ah-- !”

The boy smelled the man’s hunger heighten, and without mercy Giyu’s fingers began to stroke the
bundle of nerves fervently. Tanjiro cried .

The man pushed into it deeper, making Tanjiro’s erection jump against his stomach and one of his
legs jerked reflexively.

“Damn it, Tanjiro” Giyu groaned, pulling his fingers out just to slam them back in.

“Hah-- Ahh!”

Kami-sama, he was unbearably sensitive there. A few touches alone already had Tanjiro feeling
overwhelmed. It was already too much--

Tanjiro nearly shook every time Giyu’s fingers chafed the spot, and he began to roll his hips to
meet them without even noticing. A long whine fell from him when the combined thrusting had
Giyu’s fingers hitting the spot even better.

“There--” He gasped, “Right there--” Tanjiro moaned as he felt Giyu’s dick throb against his
backside. It was leaving a wet spot of pre-come on his spine but his skin was burning too much to
notice it.

“Faster--” Tanjiro suddenly begged. “Giyu, faster-- please--” He whined.

The heat coiling in his gut was so close-- he was so close to climaxing, but Tanjiro knew it would
take giving his erection some attention for it to happen. It was impossible to come off of being
fingered alone-- right?
As if to disprove that very notion, Giyu quickened his pace, and the sensation had tears springing
to Tanjiro’s eyes. It was torture , it was bliss-- he was so close but stuck right at the height of
pleasure as if it was purgatory. The rapid pace was rougher and Tanjiro cried out each time Giyu’s
fingers pushed back in.

“I can’t--!” He cried, “Giyu, please , just--!”

The man groaned. “You can take it--” His other hand that had been holding Tanjiro down by his
torso crept up and began fingering a nipple, rubbing harsh circles with his thumb. The boy’s back
arched off him with the added sensitivity.

“Hah--! Ah--!”

Tanjiro had to blink to clear his blurring vision. He was pushing onto Giyu’s fingers harder in an
attempt to get some stimulation on his erection, but his dick just ached more as it bobbed up
against himself. Pre-come smeared his belly, and a desperate keen left his throat.

He couldn’t do this-- it was too much-- it was too much--

Shaking, Tanjiro lifted a hand from Giyu’s thigh so he could jerk himself off and finally finish, but
the man immediately caught his intentions. The fingers teasing the boy's chest swiped up to his
throat so fast that Tanjiro stopped what he was doing.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Giyu demanded, hand wrapping around his neck. He hadn’t even paused
fingering him, and Tanjiro whimpered, holding onto the arm threatening to suffocate him out of
instinct. He knew Giyu would never actually choke him, but Tanjiro knew better than to try
anyway.

With a lot of effort, the boy let his hand drop back to Giyu’s thigh.

The pillar’s voice was rough in Tanjiro’s ear. “Good boy.”

Tanjiro moaned helplessly. The boy’s exhales were all whines at this point, and a part of him was
just more turned on about being pinned in such a restrictive way.

His abs ached with the effort of keeping up-- his hips were practically off the ground now entirely,
and the only thing keeping him from sliding down on the floor while riding Giyu’s fingers was the
hand around his throat and the arm pressing him to the man’s torso.

Tanjiro felt Giyu’s erection rubbing on his back as he bounced against him, and the pillar moaned
into his neck. The boy couldn’t stop shaking.

“Giyu, I’m so close--” He cried. The heat between his legs was beginning to feel raw and the
constant assault of pleasure was making him light headed. “I’m so close, but I can’t--! I can’t--!”

The man made a throaty sound and just hiked Tanjiro up against him before the boy could begin
slipping.

“Ah--! ah--!”

They couldn’t keep this up-- Tanjiro couldn’t even catch his breath anymore-- For kami-sama’s
sake, it was starting to hurt, but --

A sudden wave of pleasure slammed into him like a flood.

It was so overwhelming that Tanjiro couldn’t help but finally throw his head back and close his
eyes, a long sob tearing from his throat.

His entire body convulsed and his thighs tried to clamp shut together, but Giyu already had his
hand out and braced it on the boy’s knee to keep them apart. Tanjiro didn’t even notice while his
vision flickered, his breathing hitching, and the heat in his groin exploded as he came on himself
the hardest he’d ever had in his life.

Gutted cries left the boy as the waves pulsed a few more times, surge after surge of come spurting
from his dick. It was less than a minute but felt like an eternity . His stomach was a mess, but that
was the last thing on Tanjiro’s mind as the aftershocks still had him practically vibrating.

Hot, hot, hot--

Giyu loosened his hold on his throat gently, and Tanjiro whimpered as he slumped down against
the man.

“For Kami-sama’s sake, Tanjiro.” He awed, both arms wrapping around the boy to hold him
supportively again. Tanjiro could barely hear Giyu panting over his own wheezing, now barely
aware of how sweaty they’d both gotten with how his back stuck to the man’s chest. He didn’t
know if it was his imagination, but he could vaguely register the pillar wiping the come off his
stomach with the crumbled fabric of a uniform. The world was spinning too much-- The boy could
barely process the words coming out of the man’s mouth.

“Tanjiro-- hey, are you alright?”

It took Tanjiro a long moment to even realize Giyu was waving a hand in front of his face. He
blinked rapidly.

“Yeah…” The boy’s ribs were heaving and he winced during his strain to lift his head enough to
try to look at Giyu over his shoulder. The current orgasm high Tanjiro was experiencing was more
intense than he ever thought possible; lights were blinking in his vision. “Yeah, I’m okay--”

Giyu looked back at him like he was some wonder. “I didn’t think… I didn’t think I could actually
make you come with just that,” He admitted.

Tanjiro felt his face catch fire. Consciousness was finally starting to seep back in, and all he could
feel was embarrassment about what just happened. With some effort and wincing, he managed to
turn himself fully around to face the man, practically on his lap as his legs hooked over his. “What
did you expect to happen when--” His already weak glare faltered and he looked away, “When you
kept... teasing me like that?”

“I was going to jerk you off right after.”

Tanjiro gaped at how casually Giyu just said that-- it wasn't doing him any favors that he was
starting to feel more awake now. His blush rose to the tips of his ears, and he slammed his hands
on Giyu’s shoulders to push himself back to properly shoot him incredulous look. “You can’t just--
!”

“Sorry,” Giyu chuckled, not sounding sorry at all. His scent was so buttery and fond that Tanjiro
had to scrunch his nose at the sudden shift. This man was killing him. “You’re cute.”

“ Cute? ” Tanjiro stared. Despite everything they just did together, something had the boy wanting
to hide his face now more than ever. Giyu leaned forward and bumped their foreheads together
before Tanjiro could try to come up with a more coherent response.
“You’re perfect,” Giyu breathed, nose brushing his. Tanjiro’s lashes fluttered against his and he
swallowed, strangely affected heavily by the words. His heart was already going a mile a minute
again.

Their breaths were on each other, and Tanjiro didn’t waste another moment before he covered the
distance, lips on lips. He could never tire of kissing Giyu, each instance still had his heart racing
and stomach flipping, and he wrapped his arms around his neck to hold him closer.

Giyu’s hand came to his chin to pry his jaw open, and Tanjiro made a breathy sigh at the intrusion
of the man’s tongue. His taste was addicting, his mouth was revere-worthy, and Tanjiro didn’t even
try to hide his moan when Giyu kissed him deeper.

The pillar's tongue dragged across his, and he ran it along the inside of his cheek until Tanjiro was
whining again. It was already making him light-headed, Giyu's mouth unbearably wet and hot
against his own.

The boy shifted his sore hips higher up the man’s lap to get closer, and Giyu abruptedly broke the
contact with a hiss.

“Sorry--!” Tanjiro winced, not even knowing what had caused the man pain yet. He looked down
between them. “Oh, you’re still…” The words died on his lips as he realized it.

Giyu was hard , and the boy couldn’t fight the blush looking at the pillar’s erection.

It strained between both of their stomachs, the large shaft throbbing against Tanjiro’s abdomen
now, and the flushed head glistened with pre-come. The boy bit his lip realizing that the man
hadn’t gotten off yet this entire time.

“It’s fine,” Giyu assured, “I can just--”

He brought his own hand to his erection, as if planning to take care of it himself, and Tanjiro
grabbed the pillar’s wrist before he knew what he was doing.

“Wait, Giyu--” Tanjiro’s face was on fire, but he pressed on, “You can, um,” He didn’t know how
to best phrase it, “You can bed me.”

Giyu’s eyes widened, but his scent already smelled restrained. “You didn’t see yourself just now.
You were completely out of it after you came.”

“I can keep going.” Tanjiro promised.

Giyu looked skeptical. “You don’t have to--”

“I want to keep going.” Tanjiro tried. Kami-sama, was this man going to make him beg for
everything ? It touched the boy to smell how obvious Giyu was just worried for him, but Tanjiro
wanted to be fucked, dammit.

Giyu’s brows furrowed, conflicted, and Tanjiro realized with a pang that the man actually wasn’t
convinced yet.

“I want you inside of me, Giyu.”

The pillar’s breath hitched. “Tanjiro…”

The boy was already looking for the lubricant, finding the bottle in their rumple of clothes not far
besides them. He was reaching for it before Giyu could stop him.

“You don’t have to,” The man urged, turning serious.

Tanjiro was already pouring it on his palm; It felt more oily on his own fingers than he expected.
“You think I can’t?” He challenged. He knew he was being unfair, he knew he was even being a
bit of a brat, but Giyu scent was undeniably hungry and Tanjiro would be damned to not sate it. He
brushed the pillar’s erection with the tips of his fingers experimentally before taking the entire
shaft with his hand, undaunted by the way Giyu hissed and recoiled.

“Tanjiro,” He warned, tone darker. Tanjiro looked him in the eye right back, dragging his hand
down the man’s dick to cover it in the slick. He had never held another man’s erection before, and
Tanjiro had to resist shivering at the strange sensation. Giyu was much bigger than him, to the
point that the boy’s fingers could only get completely around at the tip, and it was practically
burning as it throbbed in his hand.

Tanjiro adamantly did not whimper when Giyu’s dick abruptly twitched.

Kami-sama -- the boy was already hard again.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” Giyu still tried. Tanjiro didn’t even need his scent to know how
torn the man was.

The boy was lifting himself up anyway. “You already stretched me--” He huffed back. He held
onto Giyu’s shoulder with one hand and onto his erection with the other to position himself,
hovering right above the man’s lap. The mess between Tanjiro’s legs was still wet and aching, and
the sensation of Giyu’s dick sliding against his inner-thighs made the boy shiver.

Tanjiro whimpered when he felt the head prodding his entrance.

“Kami-sama--” Giyu vehemently cursed. His hands were on the boy’s hips to help support him
anyway.

Tanjiro pushed on, sinking himself on the man’s erection despite the stretch already burning. For
some reason he thought this would be easier the second time around, but it stung just as bad if not
worse . Tanjiro whined before Giyu was even inside a full inch.

The pillar’s dick just felt so hot between Tanjiro’s thighs, the boy was already out of breath, both
hands now on Giyu’s shoulders in a vain attempt to stay upright. His legs were trembling.

“Tanjiro--” His voice cut off, a low groan tearing from his throat as the boy pushed down deeper.

Giyu’s dick breached past the point where his fingers had no longer been able to reach, and ohh--

Tanjiro winced with the pain and moaned with the pleasure coiling in his stomach.

The hands on his hips tightened. “Tanjiro, you don’t have to--” Giyu pressed, voice gone raspy.
The boy just shot him a hard look. He felt sweat drip down his neck, the effort of keeping himself
halfway down Giyu’s dick already having him breathless, and his entire chest and face was
probably flushed with embarrassment and strain. Giyu snapped his mouth shut anyway.

Tanjiro didn’t even have the mind to feel bad about the way his nails dug into the man’s back.

“Almost--” The boy panted. He wasn’t sure if he was saying that for Giyu or for himself, and his
skin buzzed with the exertion of it all. Tanjiro could feel himself tensing up inside, tightening
around the man’s erection, and he struggled trying to relax. His exhales began to taper into whines.

Little by little, he pushed himself down deeper and deeper--

“Slow down,” Giyu grunted.

“Hah--ah--” Tanjiro let his head fall against the man’s chest and closed his eyes. It hurt so bad, but
the undeniable pleasure of being filled and feeling how Giyu pulsed inside him was just too good.
At this point the burn was beginning to tingle like the way something numb did, and it was just
downright addicting .

In a fit of desperation, Tanjiro abruptly settled down on the pillar’s dick completely, and the cry
that tore out of him was so long that the sound almost covered Giyu’s own ragged moan. Kami-
sama, it hurt--

The pressure between his thighs stung and radiated in waves a pain that only barely ebbed into
pleasure, but it was enough.

“Giyu--” The boy could barely catch his breath, “Giyu, please-- ”

Somehow that was the last straw, because Tanjiro could smell when the pillar’s inhibitions finally
went flying out the window. The man let out a noise that just sounded downright feral and
slammed Tanjiro down so fast that the boy’s heart nearly lept out of his chest. He yelped as his
back hit the floor.

Giyu pinned the boy with his hands above his head, and the spike of arousal that shot through
Tanjiro at that was almost pathetic. He could swear the pillar’s dick pierced him deeper in this
position, but before he could get the chance to get used to it, the man was already moving.

Giyu rolled his hips into him rough enough to make Tanjiro gasp, the slide of his erection inside of
him sending waves of both pain and pleasure.

“Ah-- ahh!”

Tanjiro writhed at the sudden friction, his stomach jumping when Giyu thrusted into him even
harder. At this angle he was brushing against the sensitive spot without even trying, though not
exactly hitting it, but that alone was still enough to have the boy moaning each time the pillar
pulled out of him. Tanjiro wrapped his legs around the man’s waist to follow the motion and the
shift of position was absolute bliss .

Giyu didn't take long at all to get a solid rhythm going, and the slap of skin against skin didn’t even
reach the boy’s ears under his own whines. Each thrust made the pleasure in his groin nearly tip
over the edge, and Tanjiro could only clench his thighs around the pillar’s hips tighter. Giyu had
ducked his head between the crook of the boy’s shoulder and neck, and feeling the pillar's hot
labored breath against his throat as he pounded into him was ecstasy.

The pillar was finally being as rough and as desperate as he wanted, and Tanjiro couldn’t get
enough of it-- moans and fervent cries were falling from him like an endless stream.

The boy was going to get rug burn on his shoulder blades at this rate but he didn’t even care.

“Harder--” He cried, “Giyu, harder-- ha-- ah!”

He nearly seized at how powerfully the man started thrusting into him, his own erection twitching
at the force. The boy was being shook so roughly that his legs would nearly lose their grip around
Giyu's waist with each clash of their hips, his crossed ankles the only reason he hadn't completely
collapsed on the floor yet. Tanjiro was so overwhelmed that wet tears were falling down his face in
earnest now, and his hands curled into themselves harsh enough to bite into his own palm.

Giyu’s hold on his pinned wrist didn’t even budge.

“You’re so good--” The pillar groaned, voice as wrecked as Tanjiro felt. The boy felt himself
tighten around Giyu’s dick, and the pressure was enough to make them both moan.

Tanjiro didn’t even notice when one of the man’s hands left, and the boy jolted when he abruptly
felt Giyu’s fingers grab his erection. The man started pumping him in time with his thrusts, and
Tanjiro felt like he was going to die .

“Hah! Ah!-- Ah !”

The stimulation was too much-- being jostled with every roll of hips had his entire skin on fire --
and all Tanjiro could do was grip Giyu’s shoulder tight enough to bruise with the hand that wasn’t
still pinned. He was practically choking on air at this rate.

He wasn’t going to last--

“Giyu--” He gasped, “Giyu, I can’t--!”

The man didn’t relent for even a moment, pounding into him, hips flush against hips, hard enough
for the boy’s back to stiffen each time. Kami-sama , Tanjiro was positive he was probably being
loud enough to alert the entire headquarters, but he couldn’t stop. Every gasp he took for air was
just immediately ripped out of him by a choked moan or a hitched whimper.

His jaw had gone slack with all the cries so long ago that the boy could feel saliva starting to trickle
down his chin, and he was practically panting like a dog .

“Giyu, Giyu, Giyu--” He whined, mindlessly chanting the name to stay grounded. His legs were
twitching and his stomach was flipping every second but he still wasn’t over the edge somehow. It
was as if coming untouched the first time made his dick want to make up for the lost attention, pre-
come dribbling nonstop yet refusing to climax.

Tanjiro couldn’t handle it, the ride of pleasure stuck at an unbearable height with no way down,
and he could only relish the burn between his legs as Giyu impaled him over and over--

I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying--

“ Please-- ” He begged to no one in particular, “Please, please-- ” He cried out when Giyu abruptly
bit into his collarbone, the heat ethereal. His entire body was aflame and wouldn’t stop throbbing .

Giyu lifted his head to kiss him, and Tanjiro was completely gone . He was utterly pliant to the
man’s mouth, and they were so breathless that they both had to break for air constantly enough for
the boy’s cries to still spill out in between. Strangled groans and high whines fell from Tanjiro like
a never-ending stream as Giyu’s tongue dominated his, and the boy could only move his hand to
tangle in the pillar’s hair.

More, more, more--

Giyu groaned into him so deeply that it reverberated throughout Tanjiro’s entire being, and the boy
realized belatedly that the man’s thrusting had gone erratic. There was a sudden burst of searing
heat inside him and ohhh--
Giyu coming in him felt absolutely incredible .

The pillar’s hand pinning his wrist dropped to brace against the ground in support, an arm by
Tanjiro’s head, and the other stopped jerking him off to instead grip him by the flesh of his hip to
pull the boy closer to release in him deeper and--

It was fire, it was bliss, it was ecstasy--

Tanjiro had never felt more completed, more filled, more possessed, and that final push was all he
needed for his own coil of pleasure within him finally burst. He felt himself tighten around Giyu in
response and sobbed .

His orgasm wracked through him in a flood of burning waves, a high keen tearing from his lips.
Both hands, now finally free, automatically clutched onto Giyu and pulled into him, breathing his
skin, his hair, his scent--

Tanjiro was gone, gone, gone--

Giyu jerked into him a few more times before he was finished, and each one had Tanjiro so
hypersensitive that it had chills racing down his back and had him whimpering from the
aftershocks.

“Ah-! Hah--” The boy winced when the pillar let go of his --definitely bruised-- hip and made a
strangled noise when he felt the man's dick drag out of him. Come gushed out and down his thighs,
unbearably warm, and Tanjiro finally unwrapped his legs and collapsed when Giyu rolled over to
drop beside him.

An abrupt after-wave of hot pleasure made Tanjiro shudder and whimper, and he could barely
stand to try to open his eyes.

He was so light-headed that a part of him felt close to fainting, and the stinging heat still pulsing
between his legs had him still vying for air, breathless. Tanjiro couldn't believe that it was possible
to feel this good and exhausted and abused all at once-- he couldn't believe how much he liked
being fucked by Giyu.

Kami-sama, he loved it.

The pillar’s breathing didn’t sound much better than his, but still he was the first to manage to prop
himself up and speak anyway.

“Are you alright?” He heaved, placing the back of his hand on the boy’s forehead as if checking
for a fever. Tanjiro somehow managed to look at him through his daze, and he nodded.

His throat felt raw , and Tanjiro internally cursed his tendency to cry out so constantly.

“I’m fine,” He pushed himself to say anyway, not wanting Giyu to worry. It was nearly a whisper
but he knew the pillar heard just fine. He gave him what probably looked like a completely
drunken smile. “That was great.”

Giyu was looking back at him so fondly that Tanjiro probably would’ve hidden his face had he
been fully conscious due to the accompanying scent alone.

“Come here,” The pillar gently murmured, tenderly pulling the boy close. Tanjiro whimpered at
the shift but was more than happy to wrap around the man, his heart practically flying. It was so, so
warm.
“I’m sorry,” Giyu softly began, “but we can’t sleep here. The feast is in a few minutes.”

Tanjiro groaned, burying his face deeper in the pillar’s chest. He could care less about the damn
dinner right now, but... Giyu was right.

Not only would it be highly suspicious if they didn’t show up, but Tanjiro was positive that he and
the pillar needed the meal. Giyu really deserved it too, considering he had just come back from a
mission today.

“Tanjiro,” He lightly shook him.

“I’m not asleep,” The boy promised. Kama-sama, the sex was amazing but he was really regretting
the timing now. He wanted to do nothing more than stay in Giyu’s arms and wake up in them and
then do it all again.

“Fine, fine,” Tanjiro muttered, despite the pillar not having said anything else yet. He groggily
managed to pull himself to sit up and looked around.

The sun was definitely on the course to be setting anytime now, and that would be when the feast
started. The proof made the boy sigh, and he brushed a strand of hair that had gotten stuck on his
forehead back and began to look for his clothes in defeat. Then, Tanjiro suddenly paused, his face
catching on fire.

Giyu was already sitting up beside him and didn’t miss the abrupt deep blush from the boy.

“What is it?” He prodded.

Tanjiro couldn’t bear to look the man in the eye and just shook his head.

“Nothing-- I’m just… I’m just more awake now,” He half-lied.

Though that was partially true --remembering the noises he had made and the things they did after
the fact was always embarrassing-- the boy’s gaze was far more stuck on the tatami-mat a few feet
away.

Kami-sama, he thought to himself, feeling indecent beyond belief. Tanjiro couldn’t believe that he
was barely realizing it--

They had never even made it to the bed.

(Earlier)

Inosuke was a simple man-boar-child.

When Shinobu had instructed him to hang the laundry outside to dry, he told her outright that he
didn’t know what she meant by that. When she had said that she understood if he was just too tired
to do the chore, of course Inosuke needed to prove her wrong and try to do it anyway.

He took the basket of wet clothes with a huff and sprinted to find either Zenitsu or Tanjiro to ask
what the fuck he was supposed to do. Hang outside to dry? Hang how? Hang where? Hang what?

He huffed irritably when he checked their shared infirmary room. Neither of them were there.

There were a ton of extra infirmary rooms, so maybe they were hanging out in one of those instead,
Inosuke reasoned. Zenitsu never liked going outside to train on days he didn’t have to, and Tanjiro
always found quiet places to relax-- so they both would have to be inside somewhere in the
mansion right now.

I’m so clever! Inosuke cackled to himself as he raced down the hall.

It was empty of the usual servants that milled about, everyone was helping either start cooking for
the feast or were out buying the supplies. Inosuke took a brief moment to use his sharp sense of
touch to feel the air and determine where Zenitsu and Tanjiro were to speed things up.

It always took a moment to tune in fully, but once the vibrations did, Inosuke shot up and raced
towards the direction he had felt the majority come from. Someone’s over there!

He skidded to halt, right outside a room that he knew was another infirmary room. He would’ve
busted down the door, but Shinobu scolded him last time he did that-- he had barged right into a
room where another patient was sleeping, and apparently he had ‘greatly frightened’ her.

Inosuke had to keep from sneering too loud, admittedly not wanting to get in trouble with the
butterfly woman again. She was strangely… scary.

He shook himself. What was he talking about?-- Inosuke wasn’t afraid of anyone!

Still, the boy took the time to softly touch the floor to feel vibrations better. This proximity would
be more than enough to practically give him a picture of what was in the room beyond the fusama
walls in front of him.

He could feel a person sitting on one of the beds-- wait no-- two people were on the bed! They
were so close Inosuke almost missed the detail, and their heads were practically connected like
they were… eating each other?

Confused, Inosuke concentrated harder to make the image clearer.

The person closest to the edge of the bed felt familiar and… Inosuke’s eyes widened to realize that
the person was no one other than Tanjiro, the burgundy-haired boy’s presence so constant these
last few months that the feeling he gave off was unmistakable. That only confused Inosuke more,
though.

He couldn’t recognize who the other person was, and he had no idea why Tanjiro was touching
them so much.

Strange , he frowned. As much as he still wanted to kick down the door-- especially now that he
knew it wasn’t some random sleeping patient-- something instinctually kept him from doing it.

Whatever, he huffed, already running away, I’ll just ask Zenitsu .

It didn’t take much longer to find the blond boy, and Inosuke was a little irritated to see that he had
just come back to their own infirmary room by that time. Stupid waste of time, this whole thing.

“Oi!” He gruffed, throwing the bucket of clothes at him. Zenitsu screeched and barely dodged.

“What was that for?!”

“Help me ‘hang them outside to dry’.” He demanded. The blond blinked at him.

“The laundry?”

“No, to dry. Not lawn dry.”

Zenitsu made a face so disappointed that Inosuke couldn’t help but bristle. “I only need to help
because I don’t know how to do it!” He yelled defensively.

“That’s not why-- Argh,” Zenistu rubbed his forehead. “Nevermind. Come on, I’ll show you.” The
blond was barely out the door before he was complaining about it.

“Inosuke, why couldn’t you get Tanjiro to help you? He’d be much better at teaching you this than
me.”

Inosuke crossed his arms --he was making Zenitsu carry the bucket-- and snorted.

“Well I wanted to, but he was being weird and eating someone’s face.”

“He was doing WHAT?!” Zenitsu practically shrieked. Inosuke stopped to give him a weird look,
forgetting he couldn’t see it anyway with the mask.

“That’s what it felt like. How am I supposed to know why he was practically right on top of
another person??” He bit.

Zenitsu’s panic bled into confusion. “What do you mean?”

Inosuke shrugged and chewed on the inside of his cheek. “I didn’t go in the room. I just felt it.”

“Oh, with your really good sense of touch, right?”

“With my extraordinary sense of touch!” Inosuke corrected.

“Right, right,” Zenitsu sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Inosuke looked up there too, but he didn’t
see anything. Weirdo.

“So,” The blond started again, “You felt Tanjiro and another person in the room really close to
each other and their mouths together?”

Inosuke couldn’t help but be a bit impressed with the accurate summary since he never worded it
that way.

“Yeah!” He pumped his chest. “With my extraordinary senses!”

Inosuke’s pride was lost as Zenitsu just pale and groaned into his hands like he wanted to cry.

“ Oh no ,” He bemoaned, “I thought I just would have to avoid headquarters, but now nowhere is
safe if they’re going at it in the mansion!”

“Going at it?” Inosuke repeated. “Like fighting?” He perked up.

“No, not fighting!” Zentitsu immediately corrected, suddenly looking embarrassed. He let out a
long sigh. “I suppose I should just tell you…”

Inosuke paused. “Tell me what?”

Zenitsu was wringing his hand with the other and looked away. “Well, you see… what you felt and
almost walked in on was probably Tanjiro and Giyu both… um--” He waved his hands around
vaguely. “Having a tousle in the sheets, if you know what I mean…”

Inosuke stared.

“You know? Like doing it?” Zenitsu tried.

Inosuke blinked.

“Ugh,” The blond pulled his own hair, “Like the hanky panky? Tapping ass? Knocking boots?
Shaking sheets? Nailing? Screwing??”

At Inosuke’s continued lack of understanding, Zenitsu looked ready to explode. “ Boning ?” He

tried exasperatedly.

“But they weren’t eating any bones,” Inosuke finally said. What was this strange blond going on
about?

“For kami-sama’s sake!” He shouted, “How would a literal animal like you understand it as then?
Mating?!”

“OH!”

“For crying out loud--”

“Oh, they were mating .” Inosuke finally understood, stunned. “Wait, Tanjiro and the Water
Hashira?”

“ Yes ,” Zenitsu practically said through gritted teeth.

Inosuke couldn’t help but tilt his head. “But they’re both male?”

“Yes,” The blond just repeated.

Inosuke still didn’t really understand, but it’s not like he knew much about the ritual himself. The
swine in the mountain he grew up on only mated in certain seasons, and there was always an entire
courting period that involved a lot of tusks clashing and boars in such aggressive moods that even
Inosuke avoided them. He didn’t see Tanjiro, or the Water pillar for that matter, fight anyone or
sniff each other in public or follow the other for days straight, so Inosuke felt completely
blindsided. Did he just not notice it?

Mystery courting aside, Inosuke could only bring himself to feel a little thrown off.

If they were both male, which one of them was the one being bred? And how did they decide that?
Did they fight for dominance first? Did one of them just willingly submit?

Inosuke almost snorted at the image of Tanjiro rolled over to bare his stomach and neck.

There was no way!

At his sudden cackling, Zenitsu gave him a bewildered look, beyond frazzled. “Do you think this is
funny ?”

Inosuke just kept laughing.

Kyojuro was never going to recover.

He pulled his pants back up and felt nothing but burning shame.

When Giyu and Tanjiro just started going at it next door, there were a lot of emotions for the
Flame Hashira to process first, anger and shock being among the main ones. A good part of him
had genuinely believed that there was no way it was true that Tanjiro would be sleeping with
anyone. He was just too innocent!

But now Kyojuro knew that was far from the case.

He was downright flabbergasted by what he heard from that room-- from Tanjiro. As much as he
was angry at Giyu for defiling the pure boy, there was no doubt that their… activities… were
consensual --as much as he hated to admit it-- and Kyojuro couldn’t really keep his vengeance at
the forefront when he was more distracted by the noises.

Kami-sama, the noises.

Tanjiro sounded absolutely sinful, and Kyojuro was utterly floored when the boy started moaning
in earnest. The occasional groans from Giyu were enough of a reminder to anger the Flame Hashira
again, but most of the time he could only hear Tanjiro...

Most of the time, Kyojuro was helplessly turned on.

It didn’t help that the boy was surprisingly desperate, and Kyojuro had stiffened when he heard
how Tanjiro outright begged multiple times. To go faster, to go harder, to bite him, to fuck him,
each plea from him lips arousing Kyojuro more than he thought possible from noises alone.

It didn’t help that there were so much nuances in them too; There were these high, breathy whines,
these small whimpers, throaty moans, hitched cries, completely and utterly wrecked sobs--

“Dammit,” He had silently cursed under his breath when he had finally given in. He had felt
entirely ashamed, he had felt like a pervert, but he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing when
Tanjiro sounded like that.

Kyojuro was guilt-ridden when he took himself in his hand, but --for kami-sama’s sake-- it was so
easy to imagine it. It was so easy to picture the boy under him instead, begging for him, crying out
for him--

At one point, Kyojuro jerked off in perfect sync with Tanjiro’s most escalated cries, and that had
felt so real that the pillar came right then and there. For a moment it was bliss, for a moment he
could see it so clearly, for a moment he had effectively tricked his brain into thinking that he was
the one fucking Tanjiro--

And then it all immediately crashed.

Kyojuro felt horrible, he felt awful for giving into temporary pleasure, and although no one else
would ever know, he felt sick knowing that he practically defiled the boy himself-- even if it was
just in his head.

I’ve lost to lust! Kyojuro had mourned.

As he saw the silhouettes of Giyu and Tanjiro walk across his room after they’d finished, the boy
heavily leaning on the other, Kyojuro could only stay frozen and sit there. He was ruined. He
would never be able to forget those noises.

He was never going to be able to look Tanjiro in the face again!

There were certain things that, even now, were taking a staggering moment to fully process in his
mind; things like how, if he heard the conversation right, the boy was apparently sensitive enough
to orgasm from being fingered alone. Things like how, despite being so strong-willed and
dependable, Tanjiro was beyond submissive when it came to sex. Things like how, despite Giyu’s
own protests, the boy was desperate and eager to get fucked by the man's dick.

Even the fact that he could take all of Giyu, was messing with Kyojuro’s head.

It also didn’t help that it was more than obvious that Tanjiro really liked it rough. Like really,
really liked it rough.

Kami-sama, the boy had been begging for it!

Kyojuro felt like the heat in his face was never going to go away. He couldn’t just stand for this!
He was going to kill Giyu for inadvertently forcing him to go through this. He was going to castrate
the man for taking Tanjiro’s innocence and for clearly conditioning the boy to be obedient and
loud and desperate and--

Kami-sama.... Kyojuro really wasn’t going to be able to look at Tanjiro the same ever again.

Aoi was, for the first time, nervous in front of Shinobu as the pillar went through their inventory.

They had just gotten back from shopping for the feast, and now there was no stalling the evident
issue at hand.

Please don’t notice , she internally prayed. She wouldn’t be able to lie to Shinobu. Please don’t
notice, please don’t notice, please don’t notice --

“Aoi-chan, why are we missing an entire vial of the bulrush ointment? I don’t recall giving it out to
any patients.”
Aoi blew out a breath. Fuck.

She had been in the office when the first vial had disappeared about a week ago, because there
were actually two that had gone ‘missing’ since Shinobu last checked.

Taking inventory for the morning, she had been completely startled when Giyu abruptly appeared,
looking as if he ran a marathon. Despite the disheveled appearance and the flush on his face, the
man was scarcely out of breath.

“Do you have any ointments for soothing?”

Aoi blinked at him, not missing the way he seemed to be in a hurry. “Uh, yes-- Yes, we have some
things.” She stood to start opening the cabinets. “Do you want it to have pain reliever?”

Giyu’s had eyes actually widened a fraction at that.

“You have that?”

Aoi put her hands on her hips as she considered. “Well, it won’t be anything terribly strong unless
you get a cream. Most of the ointments are more diluted with oil and water, so they won’t actually
help with a lot of pain, to be honest. Perfect for soothing, though.” She plucked a vial that she
knew most patients liked the most. “Here. Try the rosewood. The aroma even has a calming
quality.”

Giyu didn’t even bother looking at it. “Oh, I don’t think that’ll work. Do you have anything more
odorless? He has a sensitive nose.”

“Of course--,” Aoi abruptly paused, barely processing the words. So this was for someone else?
Interesting…

She was proud of how she recovered from her surprise pretty easily despite the curiosity. “Okay.
How about this Bulrush ointment?”

This time, the Water Hashira took it and lifted it to the lantern, inspecting it. “Can I warm this up?”
He asked after a while.

Aoi raised her eyebrows. Normally she would ask why; normally she would’ve asked the reasoning
for all of this since he walked in, but the man was pillar-- so she didn’t.

“You could…” She started, trying to find answers by watching Giyu carefully anyway. “Like I
said, it’s mixed with oils, so it shouldn't take a long time to heat up.”

“Is it, um,” To Aoi’s disbelief, Giyu actually hesitated for a moment. He cleared his throat before
continuing. “Is it alright to use it in sensitive areas?”

“Well, what do you mean by sensitive?” Aoi immediately asked, her confusion growing.

“Ah, I suppose I could just tell you. You are practically a medical professional, after all.” Giyu
said, expression not revealing a thing. “I’m bedding someone, and I want to make sure he’s
comfortable.”

Medical-professional-in-training to be damned, Aoi couldn’t help but blush.

Oh. So that’s what this was about.

She was a little taken aback with how easily Giyu supplied that it was another man too. She wasn’t
one to judge, but it’s not like this stuff happened everyday, and, to be honest, she was a little more
than curious of who managed to get the stoic Water Hashira to like him so much in the first place.

“Oh, in that case,” Aoi managed to still look him in the eye, “Yes, this’ll work fine. I wouldn’t
recommend letting it get anywhere by the mouth, though, because Bulrush on its own is actually
poisonous to digest. For the most part, it’s probably diluted enough for the chances to be slim, but
still.”

“Alright,” Giyu approved, tucking the entire vial in his sleeve. “Thank you, Kanzaki. I’d appreciate
it if you didn’t alert Shinobu to this, though. She can be...” The man sighed before settling on the
words. “A bit prying… and I don’t think she’d approve very much.”

“Oh, I can’t lie to her, but I won’t bring it up.” Aoi compromised. It was really the best she could
do, and she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t want to be in on this. Just who in the world was
Giyu sleeping with that had the pillar not wanting Shinobu to find out?

“That’s all I could ask for. You have my gratitude.”

And before she could blink, Giyu was gone again in an instant, just as he had arrived. Aoi was left
wondering, and to both her interest and horror she wasn’t left wondering for long.

The next morning, Tanjiro had came in asking for something for soreness.

Since he wasn’t a pillar and Aoi could grill him all she wanted, she didn’t hesitate to ask the
burgundy-haired boy where he felt the aches and why he was sore in the first place. It all clicked
into place when Tanjiro looked down at his feet, flustered, and admitted quietly, “I’m too
embarrassed to say…”

Aoi wasn’t dumb. In fact, she was much smarter than she was strong, which was why she’d chosen
to work with health instead of demons since passing the test.

It was loose, but there was definitely a correlation, and the girl almost couldn’t believe it at first.
Giyu and Tanjiro?! There was no way those two would have gotten together.

The Water Hashira was just far too cold, bored, stern, and Tanjiro was the complete opposite with
his youth and enthusiasm and sunshine-quality and--

Aoi was in shock for a while, to say the least.

When the burgundy-haired boy began moping around the mansion in his free time, she had tried
asking his friends and infirmary-mates what was wrong, to which Zenitsu replied, “He’s just
lovesick.”

Trying to be subtle, the girl mentioned Giyu offhandedly in front of Tanjiro later on through the
week, and she didn’t miss the way he startled, tensed, and then got lost in a daydream that ended
with him getting flustered and excusing himself.

There was no mistaking it after that.

The person Giyu was referring to that day he had come into the office was definitely Tanjiro.

Aoi hated to admit it, but the more she thought about it, the more it almost made… sense. Maybe
the fact that they were almost opposites was why they worked. Maybe Tanjiro was like the sun that
thawed Giyu’s icy exterior, and maybe the man was actually... softer, for once, around the boy--
the thought was actually endearing, and Aoi actually flushed a little imagining the pair smiling at
one another like dorks.

Dammit, they were cute!

And the fact that she knew they'd slept together only added to her embarrassment. She shouldn’t
think of that part! She tried her best to forget about that detail, but catching Tanjiro fall to the floor
with a groan during trainings had her needing to walk away lest her mind start going places.

She wasn’t going to picture it, or else she would never be able to look at his pure face ever again!

She secretly fully supported them, though, and decided that she’d buy another vial without Shinobu
knowing when they would go shopping for the feast in a few days. The pillar couldn’t ask if she
never knew it was gone, after all.

And Aoi had done just that.

She successfully handed the coins to a vendor and discreetly managed to get to the office first,
ready to replace the missing Bulbrush ointment as if it had never left.

And then her stomach dropped; another vial was missing.

Instinctively, she knew that Giyu was the one to have taken it, but she could only internally wallow
in the fact that she couldn’t seamlessly cover it up anymore. A part of her blushed to realize that it
meant that the pillar was back and was… indulging.... in some activities with Tanjiro at the
moment-- but she mostly just despaired. She had only the forethought to buy a single vial.

And now, in the moment of truth, Aoi had failed.

Shinobu noticed one was still missing, and now it was all over. The girl couldn’t lie to the pillar,
and she knew the Insect Hashira wouldn’t hesitate to ask all about it. Sure enough, Shinobu caught
the guilty look immediately and just sighed.

“Tell me everything,” She said.

Aoi nodded and sat down, needing it. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to keep your secret, Tomioka-san. I’m
sorry if I taint Shinobu’s perception of you, Tanjiro-kun. She apologized in her head. She had really
tried.

Now that she knew who it was, Aoi could understand why Giyu wished to not let the Insect
Hashira find out. Shinobu adored Tanjiro, and it was obvious she saw herself as a bit of a mother
figure to the boy.

Yeah… she was going to be pissed. Aoi sighed.

She could only hope, for Tanjiro’s sake, that Giyu would survive the evening.

Tanjiro knew something was off as soon as he walked into the giant room where the Headquarters
Feast was being held.
It’s not like he and Giyu were late or anything, though it had taken some time to change into clean
clothes and wash up, but most of the invited guests and pillars were surprisingly already present by
the time they walked in together. The room was large and was lit orange with the paper lanterns
that hung above, and everyone was sitting around the long, short-legged table at its center. Fancy
cushions Tanjiro had never seen before made of the seats, and he was relieved to see there were
empty ones by Zenitsu and Inosuke.

“Hi, guys,” He beamed as he sat next to them, smiling through the spike of pain in his tailbone that
came from sitting down on the floor.

Zenitsu was already at the table’s edge, so Tanjiro had taken the spot next to Inosuke, and they
were both across from Tengen and Misturi. That put Tanjiro across from Sanemi, since the man
was next to the Love Hashira, but as much as the boy didn’t like him, he wasn’t going to let that
dissuade him from sitting next to his friends.

“Hi, Tanjiro!” Zenitsu greeted, giving a small wave. The blond immediately paled though when
Giyu took the seat right next to Tanjiro. “Uh, hello, Tomioka-san.”

Inosuke, who didn’t have his mask on, was just looking between him and the Water Hashira
skeptically, as if trying to figure something out.

“Hello, Agatsuma-kun.” Giyu politely replied. Tanjiro was honestly a little surprised that the man
chose to sit next to him in front of everyone, and that little comfort was enough to make his heart
flutter. Sure, they had walked in together, but Tanjiro wouldn’t have held it against the pillar if he
chose to sit with the other Hashiras-- most of them were sitting on the other side of the table. There
were a few empty seats scattered throughout too, but the only people Tanjiro could notice were still
missing were Shinobu and Kyojuro. Even Aoi and Kanao were here already, at the other end of the
table.

When Tanjiro saw them, he waved and smiled, which Aoi returned, but her scent spiked with guilt
strong enough to make the boy pause. Strange…

Now that Tanjiro was trying to make out scents, a sharp one caught his attention, and he turned
only to see Muichiro glaring from across the table. Is he mad at me? Tanjiro couldn’t help but
panic; the Mist Hashira’s smell definitely hostile. The boy leaned back a bit, and with relief
Muichiro’s eyes didn’t follow, so he was glaring at… Giyu??

Tanjiro couldn’t help but tense. He knew the Mist Hashira saw his bites about a week ago, but
there was no way he was putting it all together now , right? All Tanjiro did was walk in with the
man, and they were only sitting next to each other.

It’s nothing , Tanjiro tried to convince himself, looking down at the empty plate in front of him.
The food was going to be served any moment, and the boy had to admit he could really use the
meal. He was a bit drained, and the pulsing ache between his thighs and his upper back --which did
end up getting rug-burn-- was both an anchoring and uncomfortable sting. At least it was helping
him stay awake.

“Are you feeling okay?” Giyu softly whispered, leaning towards him.

Tanjiro shot him a genuine smile. “Just a little sore, but I’m fine.” He promised.

The boy was almost tempted to ask the pillar the same, because he didn’t realize until after the fact
that he left some nasty scratch marks on the man’s back. The reminder alone made Tanjiro flush a
bit-- he hadn’t realized he’d been that… overwhelmed.
“I’ve figured it out!” Inosuke abruptly declared. Tanjiro pivoted to look at him, a little nervous
with how much attention the boar-headed boy just brought to their part of the table. He didn’t even
have to look to smell the strong irritation already wafting from Sanemi right across.

Inosuke was grinning like mad and just jutted a finger to the boy’s chest. “You’re the one that got
bred!”

Tanjiro’s stomach dropped. “What ?”

The whole table had gone just as silent, and the scent of confusion and interest spiking from
practically everyone was a burning onslaught to his sensitive nose.

Inosuke didn’t even notice how the entire room had paused. “You’re smaller and weaker than
him.” He said simply, now pointing to Giyu. “So when you mated earlier today, you’re the one
that got bred!”

“Mated?” Tanjiro gaped.

Forget the strange wording-- how did Inosuke even know about that?!? And why was he outing
him about it in front of everybody for?!?!

“Inosuke!” Zenitsu hissed, tugging the fur tied around his pants distressingly. “Don’t listen to
him!” He turned to the rest of the table, chuckling awkwardly. “He just says the most random
things sometimes, haha--”

“Unbelievable!” Tengen boomed, a hand on his stomach as he laughed. “Giyu, you dog! I didn’t
think you had it in you! Such flamboyance!”

“What?! Wait, no--” Tanjiro tried, hands waving in the air. This was bad, this was so bad. He didn’t
know how Inosuke figured them out, but he didn’t want the entire headquarters to find out about it!
It wasn’t helping that he could tell his face was on fire; So much for not looking incriminating.
“It’s not--!”

“This is a fucking joke, right?” Sanemi demanded. He was whipping his head between him and
Giyu like the idea disgusted him.

It’s fine, we can fix this, we could play it off as a joke--

Tanjiro didn’t even have the chance to open his mouth before a gust of wind whipped through the
room as the door was knocked down.

“Tomioka!” A voice roared. Tanjiro could only stare in shock as Kyojuro stood there.

His sword was drawn and pointed towards Giyu, and he had a blush so strong that it matched the
red tips of his hair. “I cannot allow you to continue your explicit actions with Kamado any longer!”

The table practically erupted at the words.

Tanjiro wanted to die.

He could only sit there gaping like some fish as all hell broke loose. Kyojuro basically just
confirmed all of their suspicions, and all Tanjiro could do was process the fact that it was over
now-- Everyone knew.

And since when did the Flame Hashira find out--??!

Tanjiro couldn’t bear to look anyone in the face, but he could tell by the smell that practically
everyone was incredulous and very, very embarrassed. He hid his face in his hands in a poor effort
to give his nose some buffer and to avoid having to see the looks he was most definitely getting
from all the pillars.

Despite the daggers Muichiro had been giving Giyu earlier, now he smelled beyond flustered --so
he hadn’t figured it out yet?-- and Mitsuri was giving off a scent like she was struggling to not
squeal. Aoi was unbearably guilty and embarrassed, Kanao was just confused, and Obanai’s
outrage almost rivaled Sanemi’s.

Tanjiro didn’t know whether he should be relieved or not that the anger was pointed towards Giyu
and not him. He definitely preferred to not see of this, though.

“I demand a duel!” Kyojuro continued, for some reason smelling the most flustered out of
everyone despite his obvious rage.

Giyu seemed pretty uncomfortable, but otherwise kept his calm expression. “I will do no such
thing.” He said.

Kyojuro looked ready to burst into flames. “Fight me, Tomioka! I won’t settle for letting you leave
this room unscathed!”

“Only if you agree that we’re fighting over Tanjiro’s affections. Only then will I take your
invitation seriously.” Giyu easily shot back.

Everyone freaked out at that. Tengen was cackling, and Mitsuri finally squealed, sounding like
some school girl who imagined kissing her crush, and Zenitsu was still shaking Inosuke in
retaliation.

“Oh, what passion!” Gyomei approved, tears running down his face.

Kyojuro was no better, practically sputtering indignantly.

“Our duel will have nothing to do with Kamado-- who he gives his affections to is his own choice!
You, however, should know better than to defile such a pure youth!”

“Tanjiro is of age, and he did make his choice.”

“I--” Kyojuro stuttered, at a loss for words.

“Oh, Rengoku! Can’t you leave them alone?” Mitsuri pleaded. She was cupping her face with both
of her hands as if trying to stave off her blush. “Isn’t it obvious?-- They’re a couple!”

Tanjiro peeked over his fingers at hearing those words, shocked. It was obvious? They were a
couple??

Everyone else’s voices faded in the boy’s ears as he blinked, taking the idea in. It was what he
wanted most, but--

His heart was already sinking.

It wasn’t true…

They weren’t a couple.

And now Giyu was going to have to correct her, in front of everyone, and then they’re all going to
know that, sure, Tanjiro was good enough to get into the Water Hashira’s bed, but that was all.
They’d all know that he wasn’t anything more than that. Tanjiro was just a dalliance --something
casual and temporary-- and he would have to sit there in front of everyone as Giyu would
ultimately say those words and break his heart.

Tanjiro could only clench his hands on the table as he waited for the scathing blow, shoulders
tensing.

And then Giyu put his hand on top of his.

“Yes, we’re together.”

Tanjiro blinked.

We’re together, we’re together, we’re together--

He looked up, meeting Giyu’s gaze, and in that split moment the rest of the world vanished.

The pillar was looking back at him with the softest smile Tanjiro had ever seen, and there was
tender patience in his eyes which held an underlying question-- he was letting the boy choose
whether or not to agree with him. Tanjiro could practically melt right then and there, knowing the
pillar was leaving him with the final decision. How could he not? There was just so much
sweetness and adoration in the man's gaze alone that Tanjiro couldn't bear the thought of caring
about anyone else any longer.

Nothing else in the world mattered but this.

His heart felt like it was flying as he returned Giyu’s smile. Tanjiro flipped his hand so he could
interlace their fingers, feeling like the luckiest person on earth.

“Yeah, we’re together.”

“Aww!” Mitsuri cooed, breaking the spell. Tanjiro felt his face heat up as he looked around and
realized everyone was still watching, and he couldn’t help but duck his head in Giyu’s sleeve as
the table erupted all over again.

“Tanjiro! Why didn’t you tell us that first? We’re your friends!” Zenitsu was already sobbing,
fallen on Inosuke’s lap in despair. Meanwhile, Tengen had brought the stunned Flame Hashira to
‘sit down already,’ and Sameni was still pounding his fist on the table, saying something about
‘bullshit’ and it being ‘impossible for anyone to like Giyu’.

Tanjiro couldn’t really pay attention, his mind whirring on the fact that they were now officially in
a relationship.

And now everyone knew.

Unlike before, the thought only brought happiness to the boy, and he could care less of those that
didn’t approve or liked it. Besides his disbelief, it didn’t seem that Sanemi was actually too upset
about it, and Obanai’s hostility had disappeared the moment Mitsuri had shown support. Gyomei
just smelled emotional, Kyujuro shocked, Muichiro embarrassed --probably fully connecting the
dots on what those marks he had seen on Tanjiro meant, barely-- and, for some reason, Inosuke and
Tengen were just amused .

So all that left was--

“Giyu~”

The room died down instantly.

Everyone turned to look towards the door, freezing as Shinobu stood there with a downright
murderous aura. Aoi sighed and dropped her head over the table, Tanjiro felt as Giyu actually
tensed, and the Insect Hashira just clasped her hands together innocently.

Her smile was eerie.

“We need to talk,” She said.

Oh shit.

Tanjiro shot Giyu a panicked look, and, despite the man’s scent spiking with fear, he just gave the
boy a strained smile.

“I promise I’ll do my best to not die,” He said, pecking Tanjiro on the lips before the boy could
even blink. “I’m running away now.”

“Oh my,” Shinobu sounded utterly sardonic. “Looks like you’re smarter than I thought you were.”

“Giyu--” Tanjiro knew he had to let go of the man if he wanted to give him a proper chance to live,
but he still didn’t want to. He dropped his hand from Giyu’s sleeve and sighed, defeatedly fond.
“I’ll save you some food.”

“Thank you.”

“Now hurry and run, Giyu!” Tanjiro pressed, trying to not laugh.

The Water Hashira nodded and took off, Shinobu at his heels. It almost wasn’t fair-- to think
Tanjiro’s dream finally came true and now it was going to be taken away. Kami-sama, he had
never seen Shinobu so scary before-- and she had been scary plenty of times.

“Is he going to be okay?” Zenitsu asked seriously.

Tanjiro shrugged, he was actually a little genuinely concerned, but he couldn’t kill down his smile
anyway. He was just so happy right now.

He and Giyu were a real couple!

“I’m sure he will be,” Tanjiro ended up saying. It was going to be fine-- Shinobu couldn’t be
completely serious, after all, right?

“If you say so... Oh, and, Tanjiro…” Zenitsu blushed and gestured to his own neck, “You, uh, have
a little something. I wasn’t sure if you knew…”

Tanjiro froze and his hand immediately rose to cover the marks on his throat. He had completely
forgotten!

The bite the boy had left on Giyu was easily covered by the man’s longer hair, but Tanjiro had
nothing to cover his own besides his uniform collar, which did nothing to hide the way the red
marks peeked over. If Tanjiro was remembering it right, there were a lot of them too. So they
must’ve been visible to everyone this whole time too and--

To say Tanjiro was embarrassed would be an understatement. His face was burning , and now he
definitely couldn’t look anyone else in the eye.

It was bad enough everyone knew that they slept together, but to see some proof of it--!

Tanjiro tried to lift his haori higher to cover himself, but the movement only brought more
attention to it and anyone who was still watching just badly pretended to not see it.

Kami-sama, he wanted to throw himself out of a window.

Giyu, Tanjiro mentally prayed as he tried to fight down his blush, I’m sorry, but Shinobu can kill
you.

Fin.

BONUS

For those of you that have been following the fic from the beginning and waited months for this
final chapter, I really can't thank you enough! As a gift from me, here's some spicy drawings
0//v//0

It was a great excuse to get back into digital art, and I have to admit I was really wanting to draw
some concepts from the fic... adJHADKhadaskj Guys, I'm going to horny jail, istg LMAO

I couldn't draw any parts for the LIFE of me (funny I can bring myself to write about it though,
what a bruh moment), but I hope y'all enjoy the the sketches I did still >w< They're in the order I
drew them in!
Post-sex:

They're holding hands U//w//U

Refusing To Draw Down Any Lower:

Who knows what's going on down there ajdkahsdha

PoSItiON??:
I've gone too far. I'm going to burn in hell. I need to be clensed ;-;

Also slightly inaccurate to fic description just because the perspective I drew it in would cover
Tanjiro's face if Giyu was properly pinning his wrists lol, oof. We get the point, though xD

That's all! Thanks again for waiting!

Chapter End Notes

Rengoku: Giyuuuuu!!!
Giyu: I sleep -_-
Shinobu: Giyu~
Giyu: REAL SHIT? 0-0

Lmao, but for real guys the last scene is so shenanigan-y that I don't even know
anymore xD It's too extra (just like Tengen asjdhakjda) but I hope you enjoyed the
final chapter!! It actually ended up being wayyy longer than I thought it'd be, and
BRO it wasn't in the original plan for literally EVERY hashira to find out, but excuses
and plot devices happened lol. I'm anime only so if any of the pillars were really OOC
I'm sorry!!
Also feel free to follow this fic because I'm very inclined to make this into a series
anytime I want an excuse to write more smut, ngl lol >w< There were certain things I
wanted to do, but I felt like it was too much for Tanjiro's second time, you know?
Maybe next time there'll be some bjs and bondage or something, who knows ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Lmao but fr though, I just got the idea of a sequel, but it'd contain some serious angst,
temporary break up, and some non-cheating Tanjiro/Rengoku smut (And more
GiyuTan smut too, ofc) that would cover the before and after of the Mugen Train arc.
Would any of you guys be interested in something like that?? Just feel free to let me
know! ^^ (Seriously though, if I make it, it's going to be ANGSTY AF and be way
more serious compared to the ridiculous hijinks in this fic lmao)
I'm not sure yet so just keep an eye out!! Again, I can't thank you all enough for your
patience! I love you doods so much, and I rlly appreciate you giving my fic a read!
Stay safe!! <3

EDIT: GUYs I made a tumblr!! I have no idea how it works and idk what I'm doing,
but pls feel free to follow if you wanna interact more!! It's called ireallyhatemyself-ao3
and you can find the link in my bio <3

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