Book of One-Sh!ts

[Thoma x Ayato + Ayato x Thoma] The Oni King's Gift

"What would you like us to do with this gift?"

"Hm," Thoma knelt down before the 'gift' and grabbed his chin, gazing at his blindfolded face. "I have no interest in these types of gifts. Haven't you passed on that message?"

"Would you like me to return him?"

"No," Thoma shook his head and stood up. "I'll keep getting them sent to me so I might as well take this one. Leave us," Thoma shooed his hand and the messenger left the room. The door closed behind them and Thoma grabbed the blindfold off of the 'gift's' face.

"What is your name?" Thoma asked.

"Ayato," he replied.

"Ayato, what a nice name," Thoma smiled. "Don't worry, I won't harm you. In fact," Thoma knelt down once again, "you may leave whenever you wish."

"Forgive me," Ayato said, still staring at the ground, "for not satisfying your tastes."

"That's not what I meant," Thoma shook his head. He stood up. "This is not a matter of tastes."

"Your Majesty," Ayato bowed so low his forehead touched the ground. "I humbly request that I not be returned. Allow me to serve you."

Thoma sighed, shaking his head. "I told you that you may leave whenever you wish. If you don't wish to leave, that is entirely up to you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Ayato returned to kneeling. His hands rested on his legs but he refused to look at Thoma.

"Very well," Thoma waved his hand and turned on his heel, making his way back to the throne. "Serve me as you see fit. I have no knowledge of where your talent lies."

"Do you mean that, Your Majesty?"

"Of course," Thoma sat down, leaning up against the arm of his throne.

"Then," Ayato stood and for the first time met Thoma's eyes. The ruler froze on his throne, watching in disbelief as Ayato rose each step toward him. He knelt down before him, placing his hands on his thighs and spreading his legs. "Allow me to serve you, Your Majesty."

"That is not what I meant!"

"This is my one talent," Ayato gazed up at him. "Is His Majesty no longer willing to have me serve him as I see fit? Ah," Ayato's eyes widened. "Of course," Ayato stood up and took off his outer layer of clothing. "Forgive me. His Majesty must prefer to get directly to the point."

"Stop it!" Thoma grabbed his clothes tightly and put them back on, forgetting about his long nails and tearing them further open instead. His face flushed staring at Ayato's smooth chest. He found himself placing his hand on his stomach, sliding it up to his pecs.

"Am I to His Majesty's liking after all?" Ayato's breath hitched, glancing away. He covered his mouth with his hand. Thoma jerked his hand away, even more flustered than originally.

"Ahhhh," Thoma sighed. He rested his head in his hand. "You really do have a talent for this sort of thing. How many people have you been handed off to?"

"If His Majesty is worried about how it will feel," Ayato pressed his hand against his ass. "I can assure you I'm still quite tight. I went through rigorous training for this moment all to optimize my appeal," he placed his hand on his chest. "I am quite certain I can provide His Majesty a good time."

"Training?" Thoma seethed, gritting his teeth. His canines turned to fangs as the horns on his head grew. "Just what sort of place did you come from that they made you do such things?" His eyes were still hidden behind his hand but the vibrant red glow could still be seen.