Burn to ash

Flamboyant

He looks at me with so much intensity that I can't help but compare them but the look in their eyes, something about them, it's different.There's something similar but at the same time, completely different.
His hold on me is large, while Kyojuro made me feel loved, he, this version of a man I've never met, he makes me feel safe. Like he's swallowed me up whole and drowning me in his presence, hiding me for the whole damn world.
Uzui Tengen, this man hold me with such confidence and assurance that somehow, the tension in my body, in my bones leaves me and he, he knows it. He knows exactly what he's doing, not a single moment of hesitation in his movements

" Hou." There's a certain tone to his voice that he's never used before. He drags his hands down by body while staring at me, right into my eyes, watching, waiting for me to run, to change my mind.

" Tengen." After years of saying him name, calling out to him, his name sounds as natural as when I hum a song.

" Promise me one thing Hou," He slowly kisses my forehead before my nose, then my cheek, back to looking me straight in the eyes once again.
" Don't ever compare us." And before I can even answer him, he takes the breath right out of my lungs. In one swift motion He's pulled me onto his lap, straddling his hip, a strong hand on the back of my head, keeping our lips connected as slowly pulls apart the collar of my  Yukata, pulling it down from around my shoulders to where my obi held it all together.

Pulling away, he smirks, probably at what I must look like, topless, breathless, and overwhelmed. I can only watch as he pull his arms through his yukata putting himself in the same state as me.
" You can touch me too. You can do what ever makes you feel good. If running your nails down my back feel right, do it. If you want to pull my hair, go ahead. Don't feel bad because I'll be doing the same." As he says this he grabs a fistful of my hair tugging gently, forcing my head back and deciding to abuse my neck.

" any scars you might leave on me, they'll just add to my growing collections of gifts from you." He guides my hand across his chest and down his arms where freshly healed claw marks decorated his skin.

" I'm sorry." I whisper and he swallows my apologies with a kiss.
" I can take it. " He kisses my finger tips while watching me through his lashes. Even in this dark that no light can penetrate, I can see his pulchritudinous beauty.
" You are so beautiful." I can't help but touch his cheek and does the same to me.
" not as beautiful as you." And he decided that my breast are his next destination. Wrapping his arms around my thighs he lifts me up to make up for the height difference and engulfs his face in my breast. I hug his head to steady myself at his ministrations to the tender mounds of flesh all the while I arch my back in an attempt to press myself closer to how he is treating many body.
I can clearly feel his hands holding the whole of my weight, his fingers maintains a firm grip on my thighs. I can feel every touch so vividly as if all my senses are heightened.
Shifting to be able to carry me with only one of his arms, he uses the other to begin untying the now uniform for table obi that holds the the loose and useless garnets that hang off of my waist.
The heavy fabric falls around us in pools as soon as it's freed and his soon joins. Sitting up on his knees he I lock my ankles around him and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
He brushes the hair away from our sweaty faces and I can't help but laugh at our predicament. It's actually funny, hilarious.
he notices me laughing and he chuckles along.

"I've never had a woman laugh at me while I pleasure them, I must have lost my touch." He kisses my collar bone and I look at him in question ready to tease him slightly.
"I'm sure your wives have laugh at you behind your back. Especially since they all get along so well." He slowly sits back on his heels and gives me a somber smile. We were children when we married, I was only 15. What 15 year old has the confidence to lay with three older women." He jokes trying to subtly brush the conversation off and so kiss him softly running my hands through his hair.
" I've never touched them, not like this anyways. I'll never touch them unless they tell me they want me to. We grew to love each other. Marrying me was apart of their obligation and they didn't realize their own freedom until I was all they had. One day, they might leave me, so their own dreams, for another man, for adventure, I don't know but when they do, I don't want to hold them back." He leaves a trail of kisses from shoulder to shoulder.
More than ever, after all these years, within these few minutes in the dark, I learn so much about my friend that I shock myself.
" You're such a pitiful, man Tengen, a beautiful, kind ,and pitiful man. I finally understand why you said that we are the same."
" That why me make such a flamboyant pair. We feed off of each other's energies. Neither expecting better neither any better."

" How flamboyant indeed."

A quick gasp leaves my lips as he slowly lowers me down onto him. He hold me steady and still breathing heavy. I hug him to myself, bury my face into his chest.

I never thought I would be here with him. No one would have thought we would be the one together like this now, secretly, in one another's arms in the dark, away from prying eyes, sharing our deepest thoughts.

HIs muscles are tense, I can feel them rippling under my finger tips, trembling  in restraint.

" Hou, please let me." His voice is husky unlike his boisterously loud proclamations.
" I've already let you undress me, there's nothing stopping you." And that is when I finally saw the side of him that I met so many years ago. Wild, uncontainable, truly flamboyant.