GENJI BANZAI

[leggymaru]

Things Hizamaru Has Shown His Anija After Learning (Upset Edition):
- the boutique clothes
- bubble bath
- aquarium
- the sunset and stars by the pool
- the fucking ahegao gun makes human noises but doesn't have a human form??? ANIJA?
- the arcade bc it's cool
- what chocobos and spiracorns look like from a book in the library from prompto's world
- the fucking heelys

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[leggymaru]

[It's only when Higekiri is finished that his fingers slide up Higekiri's thighs, caressing, appreciatively. It does feel as if a white-hot brand had been placed against his skin, but it's not a terrible feeling. The pain isn't bad, he thinks.

He's not afraid of it, or the scar, or the powerful sword.

His eyes stay locked onto Higekiri's own, focused and unwavering, unblinking. An excitable warmth churns below his navel at the idea of Higekiri tasting him. The essence that runs all through this body.

The fingers curl gently into Higekiri's thighs when the sword bows out for his lips, and they part just a bit willingly. He flicks his eyes up briefly and then the lashes lower demurely.

He opens his mouth and lets the end of the blade slide in, closing his lips around it, carefully but eagerly. It nicks the inside of his mouth, but he doesn't care; instead he suckles it before sliding his mouth away.]

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[banzais]

[it's good when swords follow orders, higekiri thinks. he knows this innately - despite the fact that he belongs to the faction who move according to their will more often than not. but he supposes he can see the appeal in having someone submissive around, and that is only reassured when he watches hizamaru take the blade into his mouth. he wonders what the sensation may have been like - if he still possessed that innate connection to the blade - and just settles in a softly amused, endeared laugh before he draws the sword back.]

Mm, you obey well.

[a trait that higekiri will never have - but it's fine. hizamaru will have all the traits he does not possess, for they are one soul that has been divided into two.]

So well that perhaps I shouldn't allow any other to have you.

[he presses the blade so very briefly against hizamaru's neck, as if intending to test the sharpness of it there—]

[banzais]

[before he smiles - bright and friendly - and draws it back before it rested there for any longer than a second]

... just kidding.

[he reaches for his sheath with his free hand, neatly covering his sword again before letting it fall against the bedsheets, leaning down to press his own lips against hizamaru's mouth - a reward for what he'd endured.]

I love you as you are.

[leggymaru]

[There it is, the laugh. It stirs him up warm in the chest under the sting of the marked skin. He doesn't even care that the amusement is at his expensive. If he can get Higekiri to laugh, that's all that matters to him. Being silly, being endearing, being obedient.

A shy, half-mischievous smile manages to touch the edge of his lips, and then it all but vanishes when the sword brushes up by his neck.

The jump in his pulse should be fear, but it isn't. It's excitement. A thrill. He keeps his neck brandished, as if he would be more than willing for Higekiri to slit his throat open, more than willing to let Higekiri cut his neck clean across the middle.

A breath he didn't realize he was holding escapes him. He reaches up to take Higekiri by the head as the lips come down. He consumes them hungrily, his mouth coppery. One leg weasels out from between Higekiri's legs, followed by the other. He drapes both up over Higekiri's waist, squeezing the knees at the bottom of the ribs.]

[banzais]

[when he was only a sword, there was no need for the concept of trust. whoever wielded you was the one to wield you - and there was the end of that. there was no choice, no feeling to the matter, it simply was. it's in this moment, where hizamaru so willingly bares his neck to higekiri and yet still melts into the kiss after that even his old soul starts to truly know what it means to trust entirely.

it makes him sigh against hizamaru's lips even as he eases himself on top of him, fingers on one hand curling around his hip, the other tangling into his hair as he just barely holds himself above him before the blood drawn on his chest manages to get on him too.

he pulls back eventually - but just so that he can clean up his mess, letting his tongue lave over the fresh lines that he'd carved over his heart. for a sword, it's a familiar enough taste. when he speaks, it's just a murmur against hizamaru's skin]

Shall I have you now?

[leggymaru]

[A strained hiss bubbles out of his throat when the tongue brings pain back to the carving. His fingers curl, his toes curl. It is familiar--like battle. Like battle wounds and blood. It's a scar he isn't ashamed of having. This one was asked for while they were both equal.]

You always have me, elder brother.

[It's whispered so earnestly. He tangles his fingers gently up through the back of Higekiri's hair, petting the slim dancer's neck.] Join with me. [For a little while, they can be one again like they had been many, many years ago. No matter how strange and unnatural the others here find it.

They don't understand, he thinks. How he can belong so irrevocably to Higekiri. Soulmates because they were split practically from the same spirit.]