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Assistant: Title: hypocrite
        Author: PhoenixTheKaiju PhoenixTheKaiju 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: “I didn’t know you’d be so muscled—” He breathes out through a kiss, “You don’t look the type.”
  “Have you been staring at me?” Tomioka questions, palming his d@ck through his uniform pants. Sanemi decides he needs them off now.
  Undoing his belt and kicking off his pants and fundoshi, he replies, “No.”
Sanemi's got his head up his @ss. Giyuu teaches him a lesson.
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  “I didn’t know you’d be so muscled—” He breathes out through a kiss, “You don’t look the type.”
  “Have you been staring at me?” Tomioka questions, palming his d@ck through his uniform pants. Sanemi decides he needs them off now.
  Undoing his belt and kicking off his pants and fundoshi, he replies, “No.”
Sanemi's got his head up his @ss. Giyuu teaches him a lesson.
            
        

        
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      For Panda_202.



    

    
      Written for @Panda_202 as a request <3 Go check out her sanegiyuu fics and show them some love!Beta'd by the lovely @CorruptedEchoes! Thanks for helping me out with this and reading my filth lol. Go check out their sanemitu rarepair fic "always forever" and show it some love!Enjoy!!
    

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  “Sh@t!” 
 
  Sanemi curses as Giyuu slips on his feet and the demon manages to get a good slice in on his side that will definitely scar. He grunts, landing on the floor as he drops to his knees in pain. 
 
  
    Now is not the time, 
  
  he scolds himself as he stands back up and readies his sword. 
 
  “Tomioka! Why the f@ck are you slacking off!?” Sanemi says as he dodges a hit by craning his neck to the side and just barely grazing the neck of the offending demon they’re fighting. 
 
  “I’m not!” He bites back, unusually irritated. They’d been fighting this one particular demon for hours and had been subtly tracking it the past few days. Only now had they been reaching the climax of their battle and the sun threatened to break over the horizon. “She’s being annoying! Her movements are abstruse.” Giyuu blocks another attack with his sword.
 
  “Or maybe you’re just being sloppy!” Sanemi proceeds to say as an expertly-timed slash manages to nick him right on the arm with an unusually sharp jolt of pain. “Agh, f@ck!” 
 
  “D@mn hypocrite…” Giyuu mumbles, getting back on his feet and furrowing his brows. He launches forward, expelling his power into a sharp thrust as he dances around the demon with expert flexibility. 
 
  “What was that!?” Sanemi grumbles with a shout, bursting forward with an attack of his own.
 
  Giyuu rolls his eyes, “I called you a hypocrite!” 
 
  “Did you just f@ck@ng roll your eyes at me!?” 
 
  
    Why are you so d@mn difficult? 
  
  Giyuu thinks to himself as he uses his clever flexibility to weave around the demon. Sanemi proves more flexible, as he bends himself like a contortionist and weaves around the attack, extending his blade and lodging it right in the demon's neck as she screams in agony and curses both of them. 
 
  She fades to dust as her head rolls on the ground, the sky beginning to lighten with the first slimmers of sunlight. 
 
  Sanemi turns his head towards the sky, watching as the moon dips below the horizon and he points an accusatory finger at the sky, and then turns his gaze to Giyuu. 
 
  “We just spent six f@ck@ng hours trying to kill that thing, maybe if you had been more f@ck@ng coordinated we could have gotten here sooner!” 
 
  “Would you quiet down?” Giyuu says, his eyes lowering ever so slightly. “It’s the early morning. And my head hurts.” 
 
  “‘My head hurts!’” Sanemi mocks with a pitched voice. “I don’t give a d@mn. If you’re complaining so much, we can get an inn somewhere until the afternoon.” 
 
  “You’d give me such grace?” Giyuu teases with a frown as he sheaths his sword and makes his way towards the closest town. He can see the early streetlights through a clearing in the forest and makes his course towards the place, uncaring if Sanemi is following or not. 
 
  “Of course not, you insolent b@st@rd.” Sanemi says, despite already making to follow Giyuu. “Pick up the pace.” 
 
  “You’re one to talk…” Giyuu says, regarding his 
  
    insolent b@st@rd 
  
  comment. He seems to have it out for Sanemi today, where as usual he would attempt to befriend Sanemi, he’s been on his last leg with the man recently. Maybe it was Sanemi’s itchy attitude, or his own contempt for his recent missions that left him less stoic and more agitated than usual. 
 
  He and Sanemi argue the whole way to the city, trading insults back and forth like schoolchildren. They find an inn and when they ask for two rooms, the lady at the front tells them that there’s only one left. Sanemi grumbles, concedes, and tells them they’ll take the one room and make accommodations (with a silent glare between them to set boundaries). When Sanemi goes to pull out yen from a pouch, Giyuu pushes him back and pulls out his own, but Sanemi fights and suddenly the woman is just saying they can have it for free because frankly, she doesn’t want to deal with them. 
 
  Before they leave to their room, she tells them there’s a first aid kit in one of the cupboards that they can use. Courteous as he can be, Giyuu mumbles a “thank you” and tries to ignore the fact that 
  
    yes 
  
  they are bleeding and Sanemi is carelessly dripping his Marechi blood all over the carpet which is going to attract some demonic attention.
 
  Giyuu decides that’s a problem for another day. 
 
  When they reach the room, Sanemi slams the door shut behind him and discards his sword somewhere on the floor. He grumbles, fishing for the futon in the closet and throwing it down on the floor. 
 
  “You could be a bit less rough, you know.” Giyuu says, removing his haori and folding it neatly on the floor. He heads to the aforementioned cupboard and pulls out the dusty first aid kit, finding antiseptic and bandages inside. “Sit down.” 
 
  “Excuse me?”
 
  “
  
    Sit down.
  
  ” Tomioka barks, eyes calm but his voice still permeates with agitation. Sanemi’s eyes widen, before he silently obeys and sits cross-legged on the ground with his cheek resting in the palm of his hand. 
 
  “What now?”
 
  “Give me your arm.” 
 
  “I can take care of myse—” 
 
  Giyuu sharply yanks his injured arm forward and begins applying the antiseptic. Sanemi hisses as it stings, but Giyuu tends to his arm with rough care. He finishes, wrapping the bandage around his arm and as he finishes tying it off he speaks again. 
 
  “You’re careless. Like a child.” 
 
  “You faltered on several of your attacks. You drink before the mission or something?” 
 
  Giyuu peers up at him through black bangs, “No. And even if I did, it’s none of your business.” 
 
  “‘Thought water was supposed to be more coordinated. Like it molds to the shape it’s in.”
 
  “And I thought the wind was supposed to be graceful.” Giyuu looks up at him, baring his teeth. “You’ve got some nerve speaking to me like that when I just had to patch up your arm.” 
 
  “You say that like you aren’t bleeding from your hip.” Sanemi squints his eyes.
 
  The room falls silent. 
 
  Giyuu huffs. 
 
  “Touche.” 
 
  He stands up, pulling out the second futon from the closet after patching himself up and laying it out on the floor close to Sanemi’s. The latter kicks it away with his feet as he loudly complains. 
 
  “The f@ck are you doing? Give me some space, dammit.” 
 
  “Are you afraid we’re going to wake up cuddling?” Giyuu raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms.
 
  “No, I just don’t like people getting in my space.” Sanemi squints his eyes at him. “And you don’t seem like much of a people person either.” 
 
  “I am not.” Giyuu agrees, “Glad we could both come to that conclusion.” 
 
  “God, what the hell is your problem?” Sanemi says as he stands up, invading Giyuu’s personal space like he 
  
    just 
  
  complained about Giyuu was doing earlier. His hands come up to grip his collar as he bares his teeth and Giyuu can suddenly feel his hot breath all over his face.
 
  
    The tension is rising. 
  
 
  “You think you’re better than us or something?” 
 
  “Quite the opposite,” Giyuu bites back, grabbing Sanemi’s wrist with brute strength as he twists it off of him and pushes him back. “You’ve got such a foul mouth, your ass must be jealous of all the sh@t that comes out of it.”
 
  “What the 
  
    f@ck 
  
  did you just say to me!?” Sanemi screams, but he doesn’t get a chance to move because Giyuu is flipping their positions, pinning Sanemi against the wall by his wrist and the other one comes to rest by his head, grazing his ear. He slots his knee between his groin and Sanemi lets out an embarrassed squeak at the action that has blush creeping up his cheeks. 
 
  And it travels all the way down to his chest when Giyuu leans in close, breath tickling his ear as he breathes down his neck. 
 
  “What was that you were saying?” His other hand by the wall comes to trail down Sanemi’s body from shoulder to his open chest as he side-eyes him through thick and heavy lashes. “You’re rather hypocritical, Shinazugawa… someone ought to teach you a lesson.” 
 
  He adds with an uncharacteristic smile, and the hand on his chest reaches inside Sanemi’s uniform to grope his pec before sliding around to the small of his back and pushing him close. Sanemi meets him halfway with a kiss, rough and harsh enough to draw blood. Giyuu groans, using his teeth to bite into Sanemi’s lip that 
  
    does 
  
  draw blood and it makes Sanemi furrow his eyebrows and wince. 
 
  “F-F@ck—” The white haired man pulls back, a hand pushing on Giyuu’s chest while the other cradles his neck. Giyuu wipes his bl@@dy lip with his thumb and peers up at Sanemi and 
  
    oh God it’s so hot. 
  
  He slots his knee further between his legs before diving back in, nipping his lips with his teeth and Sanemi lets out filthy noises from the back of his throat. He’s becoming puddy in Tomioka’s hands and 
  
    God 
  
  it’s so uncharacteristic but Tomioka is also 
  
    really f@ck@ng hot 
  
  right now.
 
  “Giy— Tomioka.” If Giyuu hears his slip up, he doesn’t comment on it. 
 
  “Hm?”
 
  “H-Hold on,” Sanemi says, and Giyuu reluctantly agrees. What the ravenet doesn’t expect is for Sanemi to strip himself of his haori and his uniform shirt and carelessly toss it on the ground before he wraps a hand around Giyuu’s neck and pulls him in for another searing hot kiss. 
 
  The temperature in the room has obviously picked up and Giyuu takes the initiative. He pulls Sanemi back by his hair with an intense grip that forces out a combination of a moan and a wince, roughly throwing him on the futon before he’s stripping off his own shirt as Sanemi regains his composure (which, is pointless, considering he’s about to lose it all again). 
 
  When he drops his undershirt to the floor, Shinazugawa’s eyes widen like saucers. Wide and bulging, violet eyes scanning his upper half as he was very clearly unprepared to see such a heavy muscle complexion on Giyuu. Tall and strong, taut muscle pulled evenly across his body with the occasional scar littering his chest. Shinazugawa is taken aback, visibly so as his mouth gawks open.
 
  “Like what you see?” He teases as he crawls over to him, catching his lips in an open-mouthed kiss.
 
  “I didn’t know you’d be so muscled—” He breathes out through a kiss, “You don’t look the type.”
 
  “Have you been staring at me?” Tomioka questions, palming his d@ck through his uniform pants. Sanemi decides he needs them off 
  
    now. 
  
 
  Undoing his belt and kicking off his pants and fundoshi, he replies, “No.” 
 
  Tomioka chuckles, low, sultry and uncharacteristic as he kisses down Sanemi’s chest, giving special attention to his pecs as he bites a ring of teeth around his areola. Sanemi moans in response and harshly tugs on his hair when he decides to move to the meat of his pec. 
 
  “Hey, w-wait,” Sanemi stutters, “Don’t— not my chest.” 
 
  “Why? You worried someone’s gonna know you bottomed for a man?” 
 
  “I—...” Sanemi falters, pouting. 
 
  “I’ll do as I want.” 
 
  He sinks his mouth on his c@ck and Sanemi lets out a surprised squeal. He starts slow and easy with the tip, the other hand coming to stroke the base of his d@ck as he works his tongue along his shaft. Sanemi’s thighs twitch and clamp around his head and Giyuu has to strain his arms to pull his very 
  
    meaty 
  
  thighs off of him. 
 
  “Calm down,” He chides, but Sanemi just bites his tongue. 
 
  “I c-can’t, 
  
    ah,
  
  ” He moans as Giyuu pushes a finger past his ass hole and works him open while continuing to suck him off. Tomioka is unusually good at giving head and Sanemi internally thanks his past self for p@ss@ng him off because it had been a while since he’d allowed himself 
  
    some 
  
  form of release and it had also been a while since he f@ck@d anyone. 
 
  He’d never been f@ck@d by a man, though, and it was rather embarrassing to know that with the way Giyuu was already pushing two fingers into him and scissoring him open that he wasn’t going to be able to pull Tomioka off of him anytime soon. 
 
  It was fine, though, since Giyuu pulls off of his c@ck with a lewd 
  
    pop 
  
  and a trail of spit hanging from the tip. 
 
  “J-Jesus, f@ck,” Sanemi groans, tugging on his hair rather harshly as he pulls him back. Giyuu groans, a frown creasing his face as he unwinds the belt from his hips. 
 
  “Keep your hands to yourself.” 
 
  “Wha—” 
 
  Sanemi is silenced with another rough kiss to his mouth as Giyuu presses a hand on his hips and pushes him down onto the futon with rough force. He ties the white belt around Sanemi’s wrists and uses his other hand to pin him there. 
 
  “Stay still.” 
 
  Sanemi rattles his hands as Giyuu slots himself between his thighs, licking up a stripe of sweat from his thigh as he makes 
  
    direct eye contact 
  
  and Sanemi feels a shudder run down his spine. 
 
  “Wh— Tomiok
  
    aaahhh…
  
  ”
 
  Giyuu pinches his nipples, peering up at Sanemi through hazy blue eyes. 
 
  “You were saying something?”
 
  “Mfffg, 
  
    f@ck, 
  
  you’re a f@ck@ng ass, you know that, mffg—” 
 
  “You talk too much.” Giyuu shoves his fingers in his mouth. Two of them, the same one he used to finger him open as he slides his c@ck slowly into Sanemi’s hole. Sanemi chokes on his fingers, tongue lathering them up with wet saliva. . 
 
  “Be a good boy and 
  
    suck, 
  
  you filthy wh@r@.” Giyuu chides. He bottoms out, Sanemi moaning as he throws his head back and Giyuu makes sure to choke the back of his throat. “Come on. 
  
    Take it
  
  .” 
 
  “
  
    Ngh,
  
  ” Tears pool at the corners of his eyes, white lashes becoming moist as he blinks hazily at Giyuu. 
 
  Tomioka’s hands curl around Sanemi’s neck, lithe and bony fingers wrapping around the expanse of his throat as he feels Sanemi’s sweaty adams apple bob under his palm. 
 
  He squeezes, and the moan he lets out is 
  
    disgusting. 
  
  Giyuu’s eyes widen like saucers, and he grins. 
 
  “You’re into this, aren’t you? Wow, you really are 
  
    filthy.
  
  ” He chides, “I didn’t know you’d be such a sl@t. And for 
  
    me.
  
  ”
 
  “
  
    Giyuu,
  
  ” It slips out. He barely catches it. Giyuu does.
 
  He smirks. 
 
  “Say my name,” Giyuu leans in close. “
  
    Say it again,
  
  ”
 
  “Tomi
  
    AH
  
  -” Sanemi’s caught off as Giyuu pulls out and slams into him, burying his c@ck deep. Sanemi’s eyes roll into the back of his head, surprised by the action. 
 
  “My 
  
    real name, 
  
  Sanemi. Like you would for a red-light district b@tch. Like you would for 
  
    me.
  
  ”
 
  Sanemi arches, pulling at the restraints at his wrists with a pathetic whine. “
  
    Giyuu,
  
  ” He says. Then he bats his eyelashes, and how could Giyuu say no to such a pretty face? 
 
  “Please. 
  
    F@ck me.
  
  ” 
 
  He doesn’t need to say more. 
 
  Giyuu chuckles, hoists Sanemi’s thigh over his shoulder and pulls out of him, leaving him completely empty. His hole pulsates, pink and pretty and Tomioka gawks at it. He pushes Sanemi down, grabbing him roughly by the hips and flipping him over until his ass is in the air and he’s lining himself back up and pushing into his hole. 
 
  “F-F@ck!” Sanemi groans. “Sh@t, Giyuu, you—” 
 
  “Keep your mouth shut.” He barks, “You’ve done enough talking today.” Giyuu takes his free hand—the one 
  
    not 
  
  grabbing his hip—and digs his fingers into Sanemi’s head of white hair, pushing his face into the futon. He moans as he’s f@ck@d into roughly, bruises definitely going to form on his hips in the morning once this settles. 
 
  The room smells of s@x and sweat, and Sanemi’s got his mouth hanging open and tongue sticking out like a d@mn prostitute. His eyes are rolling back in the back of his head as Giyuu keeps his grip strong on his scalp. 
 
  “F@ck, Sanemi, you feel so good,” He pounds into him, sharp thrusts accompanied by the slap of skin on skin. His hair falls out of his ponytail and fans over his shoulders, a sharp contrast to Sanemi’s white hair. “You’re taking me so well.” 
 
  Sanemi can’t even formulate a coherent sentence, too f@ck@d out on d@ck and achingly hard as his hands are still bound in front of him. His c@ck bobs against his abdomen and Giyuu is too f@ck@d out in his own bliss to pay it any attention. 
 
  “So good. I’m close.” Giyuu tilts his head back, exposing the sweaty column of his throat. He slams his hips into Sanemi’s ass further as the man cries out under him, practically alerting the whole inn of their tryst. He leans over and reaches his hand under the man’s stomach, squeezing his hand around the base of his c@ck. 
 
  “Yes, p-please!” Sanemi whines, turning his head to the side so he can get a better view of Giyuu. “Touch me, Giyuu, I—”
 
  “Beg for it.” 
 
  “What?”
 
  “
  
    Beg for it.
  
  ”
 
  A hand comes down on Sanemi’s ass, a sharp spank echoing through the room and Sanemi releases a moan that bounces off the wall, hot and needy. Giyuu’s in-f@ck@ng-love.
 
  “Please!” Sanemi whines, his voice reaching a higher octave that he’s never heard before. “Please, t-touch me, 
  
    a-ah,
  
  ” He moans out through each thrust against his ass.
 
  “Good.” Giyuu breathes down his neck. 
 
  Giyuu graces him with the touch of his fingers as they wrap around the base of his c@ck and pump. Sanemi moans, feeling the uncomfortable pleasure of overstimulation as Giyuu thrusts into his hole, hips meeting his ass as he breathes hot and heavy over him. Tomioka groans right in his ear as he pumps his c@ck and spills inside of him, and Sanemi moans when he too comes all over his stomach and the futon under them. 
 
  Giyuu pulls out and flops down next to him, arms splayed out as his c@ck lay spent and his chest heaved up and down. Sanemi groans as he flops on the bed, his ass aching and his hips bruised. 
 
  “What the 
  
    f@ck, 
  
  Tomioka?” 
 
  “Oh, now we’re back to formalities?” Giyuu turns his head and raises an eyebrow. 
 
  Sanemi grunts, then he mumbles, “You’ll have to remind me to p@ss you off more.” Under his breath. 
 
  Giyuu’s mouth gapes open, and he gives a shocked laugh, “You 
  
    liked 
  
  it?” 
 
  Sanemi shrugs. Giyuu laughs. 
 
  Low and under his breath, but it’s there. Sanemi twists his wrists and points them at Giyuu. 
 
  “
  
    Please
  
  ?” He asks, and how could Giyuu resist? 
 
  Giyuu complies, undoing the belt and tossing it to the other side of the room. Sanemi winces, rubbing the red marks on his wrists. 
 
  “Sorry. Thought it was a little loose.”
 
  “‘S fine.” Sanemi thumps his head on the futon. 
 
  They’re disgusting, filthy, really. Covered in sweat and c@m and they deserve a trip to the hot springs for this. But Sanemi’s too tired, so he closes his eyes and lets himself rest. 
 
  Giyuu watches his face. The way his features relax as he brings his legs up and breathes soft puffs of hair, blowing his bangs out of his face.
 
  
    Pretty, 
  
  Giyuu thinks. 
 
  He smiles, just as pretty as the scarred man looked. 
 
  
    This one’s a keeper.
  
 
  (They did end up waking up cuddling. And Sanemi didn’t mind in the slightest.)'
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