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[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

MerMay Day 1 : Marine Biologist

Prompt by: @mossypidder

He’d taken the job working with the eccentric marine biologist to get away from his life on the land. A man on the run, he figured the waters would be a safe place to hide. At least, for the time being. He’d heard rumours of the scientist, his precise nature, he was strict and kept to himself. And yet, those who encountered him couldn’t help but note how…

Uncanny, he seemed.

Katsumi was intrigued by such a description. How could he not be? 

The first night on the ship, he didn’t even get the chance to see the marine biologist. Apparently he retired early, leaving Katsumi to wonder for another day. The man walked along the deck of the ship, listening to the waves and whipping wind as the sun began to set.

He stopped when he more smelled than heard people nearby. Katsumi’s kitsune features twitched, his tails swishing softly behind him. He crept closer, quietly, so he could eavesdrop on the people speaking.

“I heard he doesn’t go anywhere near the water.”

“Oh really? Why not?”

“Nobody knows! But I hear that’s why they hired that weird diver.”

“That fox man?”

“Yeah! Apparently they found him on the Naikama port.”

“Weird.”

“Well no weirder than a marine biologist that doesn’t swim.”

Katsumi rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the metal wall he’d leaned against. Such trivial gossip. But with night rapidly approaching, he decided an argument wasn’t worth his time. Instead he opted to quietly return to his cabin, he would make the most of his time on the seas. Even if he didn’t necessarily make friends whilst doing so.

He took the following dawn in stride, eating something light in his cabin before getting ready for the day. Katsumi held the wave patterned ribbon in his hand, hesitating as he held his ponytail in his other hand. He didn’t want it to get ruined if he had to dive.

He let his blond-brown hair fall around his shoulders and chest, he looked around, eyeing the spare pillow cases in the closet.. Katsumi grabbed one of them, then his dagger, ripping the fabric lengthwise. This would probably be fine, he assumed. He needed a hair tie, somehow.

Katsumi was surprised to find the ship anchored, he hadn’t really noticed. The early morning sun was beautiful, it warmed his skin as he made his way to where he heard people gathered. The scent of the sea, the sparkling water. It was all so beautiful, all so different from the lands he felt stranded upon.

He stopped in his tracks upon seeing a purple haired man, notebook in hand, a hat upon his head. But cutouts had been made for the purple feline ears atop his head. His face was void of any readable emotion, but Katsumi was attracted to his features and calm aura almost immediately.

Was this the marine biologist?

“Oh, you’re here.”

The kitsune straightened out.

“Suit up, I need you to dive for some samples from this area.”

“Yes, sir!”

He turned to leave, but his tails stagnated. 

“I’ll show you, come on.”

Katsumi was quick to follow him and his long strides as he led him away from the deck of the ship. 

“Are you Doctor Asase?” 

“I am.”

“It’s really nice to meet you!”

Eiji Asase.. He was even more interesting in person. Maybe it was due to Katsumi’s own less than human inclination, he wasn’t put off by the man’s feline nature, whatsoever. Of course he didn’t want to go into the water. He was a cat!

The thought brought a smile to his face as he followed the man into a room. It felt more like a closet than anything, but there was enough space for him to change into the diving suit hung on the wall. “Here. I’ll meet you back at the stern. Take your time.” And with that, he was shut in the dark room.

Katsumi carefully undressed from his regular clothing, neatly folding them and leaving them on a bench in the small room. The diving suit was updated, far different from any he’d ever seen. He wondered where the good scientist got the funding. But he merely slipped into the suit, carefully pulling it up and zipping everything up.

He wasn’t paid to ask questions. Wait. Was he paid at all? Katsumi left the small room, adjusting how his tails sat against his body as he made his way back to the stern of the ship. When he stepped back out on the deck, the sun was higher in the sky, it was undoubtedly going to be a warm day.

Katsumi listened intently to what Eiji had to say, what he wanted, what he needed collected from the ocean floor beneath them. With the list in detail explained to him, Eiji tucked his notebook under his elbow. The feline wordlessly helped him into the helmet, making sure it was secure to his suit.

He boarded the lifeboat with ease, sitting down so he could attach the equipment given to him to collect the samples around his waist. “At that depth you have thirty minutes of oxygen. Use it wisely.” Eiji walked away as the boat began to get lowered.

At only eighty feet down, it wasn’t the deepest he’d been. He barely had to rely on his vulpine eyesight like he had in the past. No, this was quite enjoyable. Even if he was scraping weird goo off of rocks.

He lifted the closed container in front of his face, shaking it slightly. His only thought was how gross it looked. Katsumi tucked it away in his carrier. He paid close attention to his time as he completed each task as quickly and efficiently as possible beneath the surface. 

He resurfaced with five minutes left to spare, gripping the edge of the boat, he hoisted himself into it. Katsumi laid in the warm boat under the warm sun, waiting for it to be brought up. He was going to enjoy his time. It’d been a while since he dived, he forgot how tiring it could be, swimming against the waves.

The next several days were more of the same. Dive in the early morning, have the rest of the day to himself, let Masuyo deal with the evening. Every morning was somewhere new, every morning was the deep blue sea. It brought him a sort of joy that the land couldn’t. Even if it also brought with it an inescapable emptiness.

The sun would set soon, most of the crew were enjoying their dinner. It was quiet back here. Katsumi enjoyed the relative silence, just the sounds of the ship and the sea. They may not have been moving, an approaching storm rendering them safer in the current dive spot. But the hum of the ship still pleased his ears.

He knew the expedition was only slated to last a month. But he couldn’t help but want it to last longer. His tails swished behind him with fondness as he stared out at the orange and pink sky, the cotton candy clouds. It was all so-

A yell and a nearby splash caught his attention, the sound was nearby, but quiet. Katsumi pushed himself off the railing, moving quickly along the side of the ship. He noticed the rope before anything else, then it was the dropped notebook. 

“Doctor Asase?!” 

Katsumi held onto the railing, crouching down to search the water. Blue-green eyes quickly processed every inch of water in front of him. He turned his attention to the unravelled rope currently plunged into the depths. 

The man grabbed the rope, pulling on it with a huff. Katsumi fell back when the rope came up with nothing on the other side. “Damn-” He went to the ledge again, once more trying to search the water. He could dive but that was deep, even with his training. Not to mention trying to get a struggling person out.

There was a flash of purple and white and the kitsune had to blink a couple of times. Had he seen that correctly? Maybe it was Eiji- But it wasn’t hair he was seeing. It was almost like- fins. Billowing, beautiful fins. Purple and white, and they looked almost soft. 

Eiji surfaced from beneath the water, on his back in the darkening sea. Mismatched eyes caught his and Katsumi couldn’t help the way his slit pupils quickly turned round with surprise. His hat floated nearby in the water, his lab coat soaked, clung to him awkwardly. 

“You have a tail!”

Well, that wasn’t a feline one.

“Oh dear.”

Katsumi shook his head, leaning back he grabbed the rope and once more threw it overboard. Eiji swam for his hat, grabbing it before he grabbed the rope, allowing the kitsune to drag him back onto the ship’s deck. On his knees, his tails soared behind him, wagging side to side with glee. 

“You’re a merperson!” 

“Not so loud.”

Eiji held his hand up, silencing the kitsune with a look. He lowered his hand, instead wiggling out of his now too tight lab coat. His scales were various shades of purple and white, some were faded with scars, others were shiny against the pink sky. 

“You’re beautiful.”

The scientist hesitated, taken off guard by the comment. He hadn’t expected it. “I- I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” Katsumi touched his chest, over his heart. “Cross my heart.” And Eiji could feel his shoulders relax. The kitsune looked around, dinner would be done soon.. 

Eiji let out a strangled noise when the man picked him up with ease, using his lab coat to cover as much of his flowing tail as possible. “My notebook-” but he was already bending down so Eiji could grab it with ease. He could only wrap one arm around Katsumi’s neck to balance himself as the kitsune made a beeline for the closest room.

Admittedly, it was his own, rather than the scientist’s. But it was a safer bet than attempting to traverse more of the ship. Mercreatures were a rarity, considered a treasure more than a person. Something a kitsune understood all too well, himself. It was an odd kinship, but he felt the need to protect the marine biologist. To protect Eiji.

Katsumi shouldered open his room door and then shut it with his foot. He brought Eiji to the bathroom, lowering him into the shallow bathtub. “There we go!” He immediately sat on the floor beside him, eyes wide, tails wagging again. Eiji tossed his lab coat onto the ground beside him, tail flopping over the side of the bath.

“Can I borrow a towel? I need to dry it..”

He reached behind him, fumbling with the cupboard, he threw the door open and grabbed one of the towels within. He then handed it to Eiji who began to pat his tail dry. “This is why you don’t swim.” Katsumi realised, watching as the man nodded. “And you still have ears.. You’re like a fish cat! A catfish!” He snickered at his own terrible joke.

Eiji exhaled a soft chuckle, the kitsune’s reaction was refreshing. “You really won’t tell? I could fetch more than I can pay you.” But Katsumi shrugged, leaning back, his tails finally stopped wagging aggressively, brown-blond fur pooling on the ground around him.

“I won’t tell. My tails go for a lot too.” 

He held a hand out and Eiji stared at his face, reading him, but he could only read sincerity. He reached out too, taking Katsumi’s hand. 

They shook on it. 

“But now you gotta be my friend!”

“A fair deal, I suppose.”

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[cerasus--flores]

honkai star rail path uquiz? don't mind if i do

mutuals i found this long ass uquiz and i wanna see who you get okay you don't even need to know about hsr to do it

i got ena:

Your worship Ena, the Aeon of Order. Life, for you, is very much about keeping things in check—keeping things uncomplicated, clear, even straightforward. You find chaotic things repulsive. That kind of aimless, thought-free abandon (what a pointless concept) makes your blood boil. But so too does over-indulgence. Black and white, as any idiot can tell you (which is why I'm going to say it) are the only colors you need, or that make sense. You’re not fond of those in-between situations. They might as well cease to be. You eradicate the offenders and keep things tidy, preferably compartmentalizing them. Shove everything into a box. That would work just fine.

tagging !!! @sea-of-dandelions @kkomaism @theinkedfoxsl @hamausagi @catcze @zxrtecs @raincxtter @saintalec @elegyofthemoon

[paulum--mortis]

@hamausagi something something pornstar grimshaw au has popped up on vc how are we feeling

[theinkedfoxsl]

waiting for @hamausagi to wake up so i can clown on her in dbd

[praebitorem-glaciei]

First Time

Uhm yeah.

tag: @hamausagi

They’d both had revelations about one another.

Told truths. Katsumi of Masuyo, Eiji of his less than human nature.

Accepted despite this, loved despite this.

Eiji's ears twitched when he heard the shrine door open then close. He hadn't realized the time, so there went his plans to make his lover dinner. Or, well, breakfast. 

But he didn't have time to apologise for this perceived slight. Katsumi’s arms wrapped around his waist, face buried against his shoulder. Eiji smiled softly, arms coming to wrap around the kitsune. His tails began to wag, swishing behind him.

“Long night?”

Eiji couldn’t see his injuries, but he could smell them. The scent of the man’s blood always made his stomach churn. “Mhm..” Katsumi sighed, nuzzling his face against the feline’s shoulder. “I just wanna curl up and take a nap..” 

Katsumi gasped when his boyfriend picked him up, despite his weight, Eiji always carried him like he was a feather. He was carried to their shared bedroom and then gently set down on the bed. Eiji then departed from the room to gather the necessary supplies to wrap his wounds.

He returned to the bedroom quickly, setting the warm water on the bedside table. Katsumi was in the process of taking his armour off, abandoning it on the ground without a care. He then unwrapped his hands, tugging the dirtied bandages off and tossing them on the ground on top of his armour.

The feline started with his face, wiping the cloth against a cut on his cheek, cleaning it tenderly. When he pulled away to wet the cloth again, Katsumi pulled his boots and then pants off. His kimono barely came to his thighs, but it worked for what he needed.

Eiji washed his hands, paying special attention to his poor torn knuckles. With his hand not in Eiji’s, he reached up, tugging his hair ribbon free and letting his long hair fall. He reached around the man, setting it on the bedside table where it was secure.

Katsumi watched his face, the look of concern and concentration, it made his heart sing. Eiji blinked, mismatched eyes widening in surprise as his lover kissed him with warm lips. He quickly closed his eyes, kissing him back with a softness reserved only for him. 

“You’re still hurt.”

“I’m okay, really. I can’t feel it.”

Eiji sighed, resting his forehead against the kitsune’s, staring into his enchanting blue-green eyes. He leaned over, placing the cloth in the water, he then cupped Katsumi’s cheek, leaning in to kiss him properly.

He fell back against the bed, wiggling back so that Eiji would hover over him to kiss him properly. They hadn’t gone much further than this exact position, their relationship only a few months old. Love? Yes. Trust? Yes. Sex? Terrifying. 

A knee came between his thighs, keeping them spread as they kissed passionately. Eiji hesitated when he felt the man shake beneath him, pulling back but his lips still ghosted over his. 

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“I'm fine.” Katsumi chuckled, eyes opening to meet his. “Your hand is on one of my cuts.” Eiji looked down, his palm on Katsumi's hip, red bled through the white kimono. He quickly pulled his hand back, apologizing profusely to the laughing kitsune. 

“I'm so-”

“I'm okay, my sky. I'm fine.” He promised, capturing his lips again. Eiji’s resistance was muffled by him kissing back, as long as Katsumi was okay. He was okay, too. He was more careful about his hand placement, holding Katsumi’s other hip instead. 

Katsumi's hands ran into the man's tied robe, revealing parts of his chest and causing the belt to become loose. His actions were always so bold and confident, his tongue pressing between Eiji’s cold lips. 

His chest was stroked and felt up by the touchy kitsune, the actions left a trail of warmth in their wake, but Eiji enjoyed every second of it. Katsumi made him feel desires he'd never before felt, made him feel ways he didn't even know he could feel. His touch was electrifying, it was ironic.

Eiji’s hand roamed up, almost mimicking Katsumi's actions. But the kitsune caught his wrist before he could get under his kimono. “Eiji…” The feline froze, afraid he'd overstepped his lover’s comfort. 

“I apologise, should we stop?”

“No.. it's just..” Katsumi breathed out. “I've never done this before either.” That surprised the shrine guardian. Katsumi was loud, brash, bold, confident. He acted like he knew what he was doing. The man even taught him the basics! Like kissing. His surprise must have been obvious on his face, the kitsune laughing nervously at his expression.

“We don't have to.”

“I want to though. I trust you.”

Trust.

Eiji trusted him too. 

And with that trust, Eiji undid the belt of Katsumi's kimono, pushing it down his shoulders and revealing his chest. 

He paused.

Katsumi's eyes widened.

“Wait- I forgot to tell you-” 

The scars were large and jagged, spiked out and shaped oddly. They underlined his breast area, connecting in the middle in almost a W shape. Their colour was odd too, lighter with a slight blue tinge. Upon closer inspection, the jags were almost more diamond shaped. They were beautiful scars.

“I.. I would understand if you don't want me anymore now that you know.”

Eiji's head snapped to his lover's ashamed expression, violet brows furrowing in, well.. He wasn't mad at Katsumi, he was mad at the very premise that something like this could break them apart.

“I love you. This revelation doesn't change that.” He promised the kitsune, sealing it by leaning down and kissing one of the beautiful scars. “You’re still you, Katsumi.” Eiji switched to the other side, kissing along the scars. Katsumi breathed out, blinking away any tears that collected along his waterline.

When Eiji repositioned on top of him, Katsumi properly undid his belt, pushing the fabric off of him too so they were both relatively nude, sans underwear. But this was where the feline stilled, unsure of what to do. He had no experience, he didn’t really read those types of books. He was at a loss. 

Katsumi sat up slightly, the feline resting on his chest moving up with the action. “Don’t worry. We can learn together.” He giggled, kissing his lover’s forehead. Eiji relaxed at the notion, giving a nod. “We should get naked first, under the blankets probably.” And Eiji obliged, settling beside him to do so.

“We’ll just take it easy. Do what feels good.”

Eiji scanned his body, mismatched eyes flicking over every visible scar, bruise, but also the dips and crevices of his body. The puppet swallowed, he was beautiful, and he made him feel things. He reached over, trailing his fingers up the man’s thigh, feeling his warm skin. 

“Like what you see?”

Katsumi teased, spreading his legs to let Eiji touch him as much as he pleased. He touched further upwards, fingers teasing the kitsune’s wet entrance. But his attention was quickly caught by the enlarged clit, rubbing it with his thumb. Katsumi exhaled, cheeks flushing at the man’s curious touching.

“Is this normal?”

“I take medicine for the effect.” 

Eiji nodded, he licked his lips as he realised just how slick his lover was from the simple prodding. What did he taste like? He opted to wiggle down, underneath the blanket between Katsumi’s legs. The kitsune tilted his head but a soft whine immediately escaped him as Eiji’s tongue licked up his cunt.

Something stirred in his stomach, the taste changed him in some way, he was sure of it. His eyes closed as he sloppily licked at his cunt, enjoying the warm wet slick on his rough tongue. Katsumi’s hand smoothed his hair, fingers tangling in the violet locks. 

Katsumi devolved into a moaning mess as his silent lover sucked on his clit and prodded at his cunt. There was no rhyme nor reason to his actions, but it still felt good. Katsumi writhed as Eiji’s fangs accidentally grazed along his sensitive skin.

“Careful- Your teeth are sharp-”

“Hm?” Eiji looked up, eyes glazed with a haze the kitsune didn’t quite recognise. “Oh.. Sorry, love.” 

Before he could accept the apology, Eiji was back between his legs, face buried in his cunt. It was good, but not quite enough to get him to his peak. The teasing left him feeling heated and delirious, tugging on Eiji’s hair to try and get him up. 

“Put it in me.”

“Put it in you?”

“Yes, Eiji! Please?”

Eiji nodded, trying to find a good position. But his actions felt a tad awkward, Katsumi helping out by wrapping his legs around the feline’s waist once more. “Is this good, Katsumi?” The kitsune nodded. “Will it hurt?”

“You? No. Me? Possibly a little.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Katsumi laughed, laying his head back against the pillow. “I’ll be okay. Just be slow.” He waited as Eiji lined himself up, pushing in slowly. Too slowly. “You can be faster than that.” Eiji obliged, he listened to his lover’s every word, every moan or whine. He wanted him to feel good.

His chest pressed against Katsumi’s as he sheathed himself inside of him. He was quiet, listening to his lover pant. The silence unnerved Katsumi, but he felt awkward commenting on it in the moment. So he let Eiji find his pace instead, he wasn’t overly thick, but he was perfect for Katsumi. 

Eiji waited for further instruction, stilling inside of him. He could feel Katsumi’s pulse this way, clear as day, his walls squeezed him in tandem. “Uhm.. Eiji?” Katsumi mumbled, averting his eyes from the feline who stared into his face with curiosity. 

“Yes?”

“You need to move.”

“Oh.”

Katsumi hissed when he pulled out fully, leaving him cold and gaping. Not to mention the speed hurt. “Was that wrong?” Eiji’s expression softened, concern on his face at the pain apparent on Katsumi’s. But the kitsune shook his head, breathing slowly to steady himself.

“Not.. Not like that. Let me.. Ah..”

Eiji shuddered when Katsumi’s warm hand wrapped around his cock, sliding it back into him with ease. He then pressed his hips as into the mattress as he could, dragging himself along Eiji’s cock but from beneath him. 

“Oh! I see.”

He mimicked Katsumi’s action but on top, pulling out only to the tip before he pressed back in gently. He did it a few more times and Katsumi nodded his head, flashing him a bright reassuring smile. Eiji couldn’t help but kiss him, swallowing his pretty sounds as he kept up his gentle pace. 

Katsumi was more than happy to kiss back, claws gently digging into Eiji’s hips as he enjoyed the feeling of the man. Being intimate like this was completely new and exhilarating, it made his heart race with glee. 

“You can go harder.” The kitsune whispered against his lips, his body ached with the need to get off. To feel that sense of pleasure wash over him. He’d only masturbated a handful of times, but he knew what that sensation felt like. And he wanted Eiji to cause it. His request was quickly obliged.

The bed squeaked beneath them and Katsumi still found the lack of sounds a bit odd. But he turned his brain off, letting Eiji do his thing. The squeaks and sounds of their bodies moving against one another and Katsumi’s whimpers filled the room. It only served to turn Katsumi on further.

The kitsune shuddered, eyes snapping open in surprise when Eiji came inside of him. It was a new feeling, one that made his cheeks darken. He found he enjoyed it a little too much. “Are you alright?” Eiji’s voice was lower, slightly raspier. Mismatched eyes once more on his lover’s face to try and read him.

“I’m good- I- can you keep going? Or should we stop?”

“I can keep going.”

“Please keep going then.”

“Of course, my love.” 

Katsumi would get overly unnecessarily anxious about the concept of puppet foxes later. Far too blissed by being vulnerable and open with his lover instead for the time being. Especially as Eiji adjusted and hit a particular spot that made him cry out the man’s name.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

Cramp

local foxboy needs a hug

It wasn’t often that Katsumi actually felt the pain.

Usually Masuyo muffled it, gave him some reprieve from a body he couldn’t bring himself to change in that way. But the last few nights had been hard, Masuyo taking on more than it usually did in order to protect him.

But that left him vulnerable to certain weaknesses he couldn’t otherwise control. Even as the sun began to set, Masuyo’s hold of him was only so minimal. It didn’t erase the pain he was in, it didn’t shutter him completely like it usually did.

Soft whines escaped the kitsune, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He wasn’t sure how he was going to survive, it felt like something was clawing at his insides. Katsumi sniffled, turning his face into the pillow.

I cannot make it go away.

“I- ow! I know..” 

Katsumi curled himself into a tight ball, trying to ease the pain, anything. He wanted Eiji, but the feline was nowhere to be found. Katsumi couldn’t even be mad, it was almost dark, he usually was gone by this time. But he wanted his boyfriend.

Another pang of pain shot through him and he brought his tails around his body in an attempt to soothe himself. Blond and brown ears flattened against his head as he tried to make himself as small as possible. Any amount of relief would serve him, any. 

He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep. He woke suddenly when a cold wet cloth was pressed to his sticky hot skin. Eiji’s hand stilled as a blade made of swirling wind approached his wrist. But the wind dissipated before it struck, and Eiji stared in surprise. Masuyo couldn’t use wind, not like Katsumi. 

Katsumi sat up, shirt slouching around his shoulders as he looked around. But the movement prompted the pain to return, the kitsune gasped out. He curled back into a ball almost immediately, holding onto his tails. 

“I thought you were injured.” Eiji admitted, laying the cloth on the side of his head, letting it droop down on his forehead. Katsumi became painfully acutely embarrassingly aware his clothes had been changed, a new blanket placed over him. “Worry not. It’s only natural.”

“Not to you. That- that came out.. Ow- ow ow ow.. Mean.. meaner than I intended-”

Eiji exhaled softly, fingers carding through the kitsune’s messy untied hair. “Neither of us constitute normal.” He couldn’t argue with the feline puppet. Katsumi looked up at him through hazy eyes. The pain was too much. He didn’t know how to handle it, Masuyo always cushioning the blows for him.

The feline slowly laid down, pulling the blanket over his body too. He wasn’t warm, in fact he ran cold. But he brought Katsumi into his arms nonetheless, holding the overheated man tightly. “Rest. I will watch over you in his place.” Eiji pressed his face in the space between the fox ears on his head. 

“Please don’t leave me, Eiji.”

It was such a sincere request, spoken in such a soft tone. There were things still, Eiji did not know of the man in his arms. Things he didn’t know himself. But there was a loneliness in his tone that the puppet understood perhaps too keenly. 

Vulnerable and in pain. 

But loved. 

“Never.”

Eiji’s beliefs of eternity differed to those of his creator.

But there was no eternity to him as certain as staying by his kitsune’s side.

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[cerasus--flores]

@hamausagi n. nice??

[theinkedfoxsl]

Is this yalls robinhill ship?? @hamausagi @taraxacum-vulpes

[taraxacum-vulpes]

@hamausagi

EVERYONE NEEDS TO LOOK AT HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON UNTRAINABLE THE STAGE PLAY RN

[praebitorem-glaciei]

Light Colours

in which Katsumi experiences a heat.

tag: @hamausagi woe foxboy pussy be upon ye

When Eiji had awoken in the middle of the night, he hadn’t expected to wake up to an empty bed and missing blanket. But with Katsumi and Masuyo, he really shouldn’t have been surprised by the occasional weird situations. Eiji sat up in the bed, brushing his bangs from his eyes as he looked around the dark bedroom. Definitely no sign of his partner’s friendly local shade.

The shrine guardian stood slowly, artificial joints cracking from sleeping so stiffly. It didn’t help that his blanket was missing and it was cold. He looked around the room, noting Katsumi’s kimono still thrown over the back of the chair in the corner. Eiji wasted little time slipping that on instead of searching for his own clothing.

He tied it closed as he left the bedroom, intent on either finding Masuyo in the shrine or to confirm his absence. The air was damp with an oncoming storm, a slight surprise given the area’s relative lack of them. But there was a fainter scent beneath it, moss and fresh dirt. So he’d left recently then. That was reassuring at least.

Well, it was, until Eiji realised the blanket was still nowhere to be found. Masuyo didn’t need sleep, there was no reason for him to take it. Eiji sighed as he grabbed his shoes, going out in the middle of the night, barely dressed, before a storm. Just to find where his haunted partner had managed to run off to. 

At least he could rely on his sense of smell to guide him. If Masuyo had left as recently as his smell had implied, then it should be no problem for the feline puppet to find him. If only to check on him, Eiji reasoned. And so when his search led him to the woods, he was far from surprised. Because of course it would.

It took him only ten minutes to find Masuyo, sitting on the ground leaning against a tree all while wrapped in the missing pale green sheet. Eiji cringed when he stepped on a stick, watching the man’s head snap up at him, fox ears twitching. “Oh.. Oh no. You need to go.” Masuyo scrambled to his feet, sheet hanging around his shoulders.

“Is everything okay?” 

Eiji stayed where he was a few feet away from the shade, but something was off about him. His eyes were still dull, but they weren’t grey. More like a muted version of Katsumi’s actual swirl of blues and greens. It was even more unnerving than the usual grey. “Things are fine- he’s just- augh.” Masuyo put a hand to his head, but just as quickly dropped it as he suddenly smiled.

It was notably not Masuyo that surged forward, Eiji stumbling back to catch Katsumi and attempt not to fall to the forest floor. Eiji blinked in confusion as his partner gripped onto him, why was he so hot? Sure Katsumi ran warmer than most, but this was ridiculous. “Are you sick?” Eiji found himself asking as the kitsune went limp in his arms.

“Katsumi, control yourself.” Masuyo tugged himself away from Eiji, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself and hugging himself to do so. The shrine guardian had never seen the two battle for control. They had a set routine, Katsumi would control from sunrise to an hour before sunset, and Masuyo would take over for the rest of the time. 

This was.. New… to Eiji.

Masuyo was strong, especially for a shade, Eiji knew this. So to watch him struggle against Katsumi in and of itself was surprising. Before Masuyo could explain what was happening, the behaviour shifted once more, Katsumi almost immediately clinging to Eiji. Eiji was at a loss for words as he tried to figure out the behaviour, to the point he was taken completely off guard by warm lips against his.

He returned the kiss with a small peck before he pulled away, tilting his head down at Katsumi, eyes filled with clear concern. Katsumi’s head fell against his chest and a soft growl escaped the kitsune. “He’s never had a partner during a heat. This is utterly… Embarrassing.” Masuyo grumbled, unable to control Katsumi’s body and pull away again.

A heat..? Oh. Eiji bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling or worse, chuckling. All this because of a heat? “Maybe I should take you home. It’s going to start raining soon.” Eiji straightened out as he suggested an alternative to whatever Masuyo’s plan happened to be. Katsumi sank further into Eiji’s arms, inhaling deeply.

“Masuyo doesn’t think it’s ideal because he doesn’t know how I’ll behave.” Katsumi explained, snaking his arms out of the blanket and to the belt keeping Eiji’s kimono closed. Eiji caught his partner’s hand before he could undo the white fabric. Katsumi lifted his head with a pout, and for a man with vertical pupils, they were exceptionally blown.

Eiji looked down at Katsumi’s hand in his grip, before lifting his head to meet the man’s eyes, quirking a violet brow. “This is what… I meant.” Masuyo looked away, unable to pull his hand back either way. “I have very little… control. When he’s.. Like this.” It was like trying to read two books at the same time, Eiji realised as he let go of Masuyo’s wrist.

Almost immediately Katsumi’s hands were back on the fabric. “Okay, we’re going home.” Eiji decided, picking up his boyfriend and throwing the kitsune onto his shoulder. The shrine guardian had to avoid being hit by the rapidly wagging tails as he pivoted on his heel towards the shrine. Katsumi or Masuyo, he wasn’t sure, struggled against his grip for a few seconds before giving up and stilling.

“And you didn’t think to just tell me rather than disappearing in the middle of the night?”

Masuyo growled again, clearly doing his best to remain in control. “No! I mean… No. I didn’t… Realise, until he had taken over…” Masuyo’s tails drooped, one of which nearly hit Eiji in the face as it did so. “Ugh, this heat is incredibly.. Uncomfortable.” He complained, body going entirely limp and causing Eiji to stagger somewhat. 

Eiji picked up the pace, careful of any roots or other debris on the ground as he hurried back to the shrine. The man on his shoulder remained quiet as he made the rest of the trip, and remained silent still as he was gently set down inside of the shrine. Eiji got his shoes off but was immediately tackled to the ground the second he turned to face his partner.

Katsumi lowered his head to the man’s neck, inhaling once more as the pale green sheet fell on top of them. “You smell like home.” Katsumi whispered before he pressed a series of gentle kisses to the man’s neck. Eiji became momentarily stunned by the domestic declaration, hand coming up to rest on the small of his lover’s back. 

“Take care of him.” Came a hushed whisper in a different tone, Masuyo clearly giving up on trying to control Katsumi’s insatiable hunger. At least it wasn’t bloodlust this time. Just good old lust. Katsumi pushed himself up on one arm, face inches from Eiji’s, eyes still impossibly wide. Eiji hesitated for just a moment before sliding his hand up Katsumi’s back to the back of his neck, drawing him back down for a proper kiss. 

“So needy you didn't even put clothes on?” Eiji teased against his lips, eyeing the way his cheeks flushed and his chest heaved. Katsumi's eyes opened, his pupils still blown as he pouted down at his teasing boyfriend. “We should go to the bed.” He suggested and the kitsune sighed, rolling off of him.

Eiji tugged off and tossed the man's boots, then he easily scooped him up, carrying him groom style to their shared bedroom. Him and the blanket he stole. That he still didn't quite understand. He laid Katsumi in their bed, kneeling so one knee was between his legs. Eiji then undid the kimono, sliding it off of him and letting it fall to the floor. 

“The blanket?”

“Smells like you.” 

Eiji wasn't even aware he had a scent, as a being who didn't live as Katsumi lived. But then, he still sweat, still bled, still scarred. Just differently. It wasn't the only function he could do. Mismatched eyes flicked over his scarred skin. He was so bruised, cut up in some places. His nightly fights. Eiji would just have to be careful.

He leaned down, kissing the edge of one of the scars on his chest. Katsumi shuddered under his kiss and he smiled. These two scars were always sensitive, he liked it. His skin was so warm even though he had been outside in the cold in just a sheet. So warm as Eiji licked along the scar, rough tongue making him whine. 

Katsumi groaned, eyes closing, mouth opened as the feline licked his nipple, only to then follow up by slightly tugging on it with his teeth. Gentle, but enough to make him squirm. Eiji knew his chest wasn't the most sensitive place on his body, but he also knew it'd rile his poor kitsune up beyond belief.

“Don't.. Nng.. Don't tease, Eiji..”

Eiji’s smile against his skin was soft, he began to trail his kisses downwards. His lips were cold against the man’s overheated skin, bringing much reprieve as he kissed a scar on Katsumi’s left hip. He nibbled the defined bone and his kitsune squirmed against the action.

“Need me?”

“You know I do!” 

Mismatched eyes looked up, Katsumi was so beautiful under the moonlight. It was a sight Eiji had never seen before. One that made him feel blessed. He ran his hand up Katsumi’s thigh, propping it up so he had space between his legs. 

“How badly?”

“Eiji!”

Eiji laughed, grazing his fangs along the man’s pale thigh. He smelled differently, something more noticeable now. The feline puppet wondered if it was his pheromones, his body’s attempt at attracting a mate. Mate. The idea did something to him. He wasn’t sure how to place the feeling that brewed in his stomach.

His tongue flicked out, licking up his cunt. He tasted relatively the same, if anything, Eiji found the taste more intoxicating than usual. Maybe it was just placebo, maybe it was because he wanted it, but Eiji could almost blame Katsumi’s pheromones for making everything feel a bit… Just.. More.

Katsumi’s hand tugged at his hair as his tongue swirled around his enlarged clit. Half lidded eyes looked up at him, enjoying the blatant display of pleasure on his face. Eiji brought his hand up, dipping two fingers into him as he focused on sucking on his clit. 

His moans were musical, truly, low partially growled ones offset by high pitched whines. And without a need to breathe, Eiji took great pleasure in unravelling him with his tongue. “Ei-Eiji~” His lover gasped out, body twitching. The feline pulled his fingers from him, pulling back just enough to lick them clean. 

But, he did know his precious kitsune better than that, and coupled with his heat. Eiji had an inkling that one wouldn’t be anywhere near enough to satisfy him. Quickly confirmed by the fox reaching for him, tugging his wrist pathetically.

Eiji pushed himself up properly, one hand beside the kitsune's head on the mattress. Then he shifted so that both his legs were between Katsumi's, the man almost immediately wrapping his legs around Eiji's waist. Looking down at him, the shrine guardian could see the need and desperation on his face. Even with his eyes closed.

He reached between them, still wanting to tease his lover. His dick was still just semi hard, but it was good enough for him to rub the tip against Katsumi. Another thing Eiji loved, he was so overly wet. He was sure it wasn't a normal amount but he was also sure that he loved it. The head of his cock slid through the man's warm wet folds. 

The sound of slick was audible but quickly dampened by the distant sound of approaching thunder. 

Katsumi tightened his legs around the man’s waist in a desperate attempt to get him inside of him, but Eiji held fast, tightening his grip on the sheets to steady himself. “Be a good boy, Kats.” Eiji hummed, pressing just the head of his cock inside of him.

“Ca- ah~! Can’t be good when you’re not breeding me.”

The exclamation was blunt and surprising, purple ear twitching. “You want me to breed you?” Eiji wanted to hear him say it again. They never used protection anyway, there was no need. The heat really did make him act up. It was endearing. 

Katsumi nodded, blond-brown ears bouncing, his bangs stuck to his heated skin as he opened his eyes just to pout up at the feline. “I need you to breed me.” It wasn’t a want, it was a need. An instinctual need. Eiji wanted nothing more than to fulfil his needs. 

Eiji pushed into him, eliciting a high pitched moan, the kitsune’s claws soon dug into the skin of his back. Katsumi tilted his hips upwards, giving the feline the deepest possible angle. The sound of their skin muffled the sound of rain, the panting from the kitsune and the soft sighs of exertion from the puppet filled the room.

“I can’t get you pregnant though.” Eiji mumbled before gently biting the man’s ear.

“I can pretend.” Katsumi panted out, trying his best not to tear his lover’s back up with his claws.

And pretend they would, until Eiji’s stores ran dry and Katsumi was dripping with artificial cum. His thighs, the sheets, his sore cunt, full of him. Eiji was quite proud of his handiwork, his fox panting and deeply satisfied. 

Even he panted, the physical exertion of keeping him happy took a toll. But Eiji was more than happy, seeing Katsumi happy.

The kitsune rested in his arms, declining any attempt to clean him. “There’s no point.. We’ll need to go again once I wake.” He mumbled, turning his face into the pillow. The sheets smelled of sex and slick, but Eiji assumed changing them would be just as pointless. At least he managed to get Katsumi to drink water.

Laying behind him, Eiji’s fingers ran up the man’s stomach, spooning him as he always did. But.. His thoughts wandered slightly, trailing his fingers up and down, causing Katsumi to shudder at the sensual touch.

“Would it be a litter then? If you’re a fox?”

Katsumi stilled in his arms but quickly relaxed, hand coming to rest on top of his. “It would be.” He clasped his hand in Eiji’s, getting comfortable against the mattress. “I wonder if they’d have hair like mine or yours.” He’d never thought about children, he wouldn’t make a good father. But it was fun to pretend, with the pheromones clouding his mind.

“Blond and purple maybe.” Eiji pressed his face against the back of Katsumi’s head, inhaling his scent, albeit musky from the activity. The puppet hadn’t thought very much on it either, how could he? Why would he? But he, too, found it fun to pretend.

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Care

They were inherently different, even if they both took care of him. 

Katsumi sat up in bed, blue-green eyes blinking against the rising sun that washed over his skin. The bed dipped beside him, a cold body pressed against his side. The blanket pooled around his waist, but the heaviness of the fabric didn’t compare to the arm securely thrown over his torso. He brought a hand up, pressing his palm to his forehead as he closed his eyes tightly.

He had a headache. 

“Katsumi?” 

“Mm.” 

Purple cat ears twitched, the fur soft against Katsumi’s bare chest. He opened his eyes once more, looking down at the man who stared up at him. His mismatched eyes stared through his own. “Does something bother you?” Eiji’s voice was soft, pushing himself up a little bit.

Katsumi dropped his hand from his head, he moved his wrist so he could brush his knuckles against Eiji’s cheek. His hand was wrapped in a bloodied bandage. He furrowed his eyebrows, pulling his hand away from Eiji’s skin. He dared not taint the feline. Not with his blood. “He tried..” Eiji exhaled, sitting up properly in the bed.

“He was never good at tying those tightly.”

“I know.” Katsumi bit the inside of his cheek as the man cradled his wounded hand. Eiji carefully unwrapped the bandage, looking at the large cut that crossed Katsumi’s knuckles. “Let me get a cloth and water.” He set the kitsune’s hand down on his lap and then slid out of the bed.

Eiji grabbed the ronin’s kimono from the chair, pulling it around his body as he left the room. Katsumi stared at the wound on his hand, he didn’t remember how he got it. He couldn’t even feel it. He knew that was Masuyo. His head still hurt though, he let out a small groan, leaning his head forward, holding his head.

Just do not think about it.

“Hard not to think about it..”

Then it will continue to hurt.

Katsumi blinked back the tears caused by the growing pain in his head, he inhaled, then exhaled. “Here.” Eiji set the bowl and cloth down on the small dresser beside the bed. “Let me see.” Katsumi held out his hand as the feline sat on the edge of the bed, tipping the cloth into the water and ringing it out.

“Why does he fight every night?” 

He didn’t have an answer to Eiji’s question as he cleaned the wound tenderly. “This is deep, Katsumi.” There was concern in his voice as he held the kitsune’s hand, as he wiped away the crust and fresh blood. “Masuyo.” He lifted his head, mismatched eyes once more stared into his own. “You’re supposed to take care of him.” 

Something grey stirred in the blue-green eyes, something dull and pale, something not human. Not anymore, at least. 

He knows not what he speaks of!

Katsumi averted his gaze quickly, the pounding in his head. His hand came up again, groaning audibly, fangs bared against the pain. Eiji sighed softly, he shook his head and returned his attention to the injury. He set the cloth aside, taking a strip of bandages they kept on the dresser because of occurrences like this.

Carefully, he wrapped the injury. The kitsune’s tails stiffened when Eiji’s cold lips pressed to the bandaged injury. “Did you still want to make inarizushi tonight?” His tails relaxed, then began to wag rapidly. Eiji chuckled, eyes lifting to his, he seemed much happier, distracted from the persistent pain.

“I’ll take that as a yes?”

“You’re the best, sunflower!”

“That’s a new one.”

“I have even more in my pocket, birdie.”

Eiji rolled his eyes playfully, releasing his hand to get out of bed. “Come on, let’s go get dressed.” 

They both took care of him, but he preferred Eiji. Overt love, a thing he always craved, needed. Eiji provided him with.

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Sweet Pea - A Tender Moment

There were times the man wondered if the other truly saw him for him.

But then, he supposed, that could be applied the other way, too. He knew the man wasn’t like him. Neither were strictly human. They both hid pasts. Similar, but very different. He knew his fears had no basis. He knew about Masuyo, and he knew about the man’s origins. What was there to fear?

“You have grown quiet.”

Katsumi looked up, watching the sun setting over the water. It was going to be night soon, and he would be gone. Eiji was looking at him, mismatched eyes peering into him. “Sorry. I forgot what I was saying.” He admitted in a quiet voice, green-blue eyes turning their attention to the feline. He was met with a soft expression.

In the grass, he felt a cold hand cover his, fingers resting in the spaces between his. The action was soft, tender. More gentle than he’d expected, maybe. They both had spent so much time alone. Katsumi wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to it. Used to the attention, the affection, the love. No matter how much he put forward, no matter how happy it made him.

There was something still so scary about being loved and cared for by another. Especially in his state. Unable to separate from whatever it was that haunted him with his old name and unmatched violence. “You should get out of your head, my petal.” Eiji brought up their intertwined hands, pressing a kiss to the back of the kitsune’s. 

“Yeah, I should leave the thinking to you.” He joked, but he was met with a subtle frown. The setting sun, hues of reds and pinks lit up Eiji’s face. It added a certain sheen to his violet hair, lit up his face in brilliant vibrancy. But it was Katsumi faced with the budding navy, the incoming black and starless sky, positioned in such a way no light lit up his features.

Eiji reached out with his free hand, cupping Katsumi’s cheek, thumb brushed Over his soft skin. “What is ailing you?” The man asked in a quiet tone, tilting his head as he gently stroked the man’s skin. Katsumi closed his eyes, leaning into his familiar touch. He didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to leave Eiji alone at the shrine every night to fight fights that weren’t his. It was tiring.

But this. The puppet’s tender touch.

This, he knew, he wanted. 

“Katsumi, my love.”

“Mhm?”

Eiji’s expression softened once more as he gazed at the kitsune’s face. It was rare for Katsumi to be anything but his loud boisterous self. Always trying to ease the people around him, a stark contrast from the other that Eiji knew was present. But these quiet moments, with the man in deep contemplation. Eiji wasn’t sure if he should be afraid of waking up to him not coming back, or relieved he felt comfortable enough to drop his facade.

“I’ll be waiting for you when you come home.”

The feline promised.

Katsumi’s eyebrows momentarily furrowed before his entire face relaxed, his shoulders relaxed. Maybe it wasn’t just Eiji that needed that reassurance, maybe he did too. “I will come home to you.” Katsumi promised in a quiet tone. Eiji nodded despite the fact he couldn’t see it with his eyes closed. 

And as the sun began to set…

His eyes opened once more, grey began to swirl in the pools of blue and green, dulling and overtaking the colour. Eiji pulled his hands away from the man, clasping them in his lap instead as he watched the colour disappear entirely into a medium grey. Masuyo stared at him with a face that belonged to his lover.

“I will bring him home to you.”

Eiji nodded and Masuyo stood.

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