" ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴏᴅᴅ. " || ᴀ ᴋᴏᴋᴜᴢᴀɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ||

'Sketch.'

Warnings:

Gore!

Lemon!

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Third Person POV:

Muzan shook himself, he had been frozen on the spot, staring at the dent Kokushibo had made on the floor once he took his leave. He lifted his hands to his head and used his fingers to make a circling action on his temples, trying to calm himself down.

It was all useless and he knew it but, wanting to forget about the previous interaction out of his head, called out for Nakime in her head. 'Nakime!' He growled angrily. 'Yes Master?' She thought back, hesitant but hurried. 'Teleport Akaza to me. Immediately!' He slammed a hand on the desk and awaited her reply. 'Of course Muzan-sama, anything else?' The one-eyed demon inquired, raising her hand to play her biwa as soon as needed. 'No, hurry.' Her master replied and with a small nod, she strung her biwa. Akaza appeared in front of her then disappeared again, finding himself in front of a fuming Demon King.

Akaza POV:

" Akaza. " My master growled as i sank to my knees, deeply aware of the anger and dissapontment radiating from Muzan-sama. " Have you gotten any new information.? " He asked me, his voice low and dripping with displeasure. " N-none master.. " I cursed at myself for stuttering but soon stopped as i felt a wave of pain searing throughout my body. Ah the pain! It was intense. I could feel my flesh rip away from my bones, holding on for dear life. I shook and coughed, doing my best to endure it all.

Higher above me i could hear Muzan chuckle ever so lowly. It angered me. I lowered my head to the floor, surrendering myself to my master reluctantly. " Master Muzan-sama-! " I breathed but i soon heard Muzan stiffen and i quietened, also feeling a familiarly threatening aura. The man i truly feared was behind me. I swallowed and crumpled on the floor, healing the wounds Muzan-sama inflicted upon me.

Kokushibo POV:

I was travelling back to my hill when i remembered, the sketch. I had forgotten to hand it over to Lord Muzan and so i stopped in my tracks and re-traced my steps with an ever quicker pace. I was quite upset about Muzan-sama's reply from an hour or so ago but i hid my disappointment as skillfully as i could. Luckily, i had mastered that art many decades ago so it was no problem.

As i opened the door, i raised a brow at the scene before me. Muzan-sama was staring at me with surprise while Akaza lay at his feet. Bleeding and shaking. 'What has he done?' I thought mentally, aware that Lord Muzan could hear me. 'Nothing. I was taking my anger out on him.' He shrugged, turning his back on the two of us. 'Mhm.' I hummed and my way over to my master. I stopping right behind him i spoke up. " Muzan-sama- " But before i could continue he jumped from the sound of my voice and walked away from me. My face remained indifferent at his actions. Was he afraid my urges would kick in? At that thought i looked right at his face. His cheeks were a dim shade of pink which i found odd but then felt warmth feel on my own. 'Oh no, are they about to kick in-?' I thought, placing a hand to my face.

" Akaza, you are dismissed. " Muzan-sama suddenly snapped and growled towards the pink-haired demon who nodded once and immediately took off right after, leaving us two alone. Muzan-sama turned to me and smirked, walking forward and placing a hand on my head, lowering it to meet his rather roughly. " Do you have something for me~? " He said, his eyes locking onto my middle pair and my other two stared at him as well. He was quite charming at the moment i observed, my hand reaching for the sketch i had safely tucked away.

" Yes.. here you are.. Muzan-sama. " I said, handing it to him. His eyes fell down on the paper and he let go of my hair to take it in his dominant hand. There wasn't much space between us, there was simply a quill's length between out chests so i tried to take a step backwards to let Master read the paper without much discomfort but he took hold of my yukata as i shifted. Not even lifting his eyes as he continued to read.

Once he had skimmed through it he placed it on his desk and tightened his hand on my yukata as he pulled me in a downward motion until he and i were face-to-face with one another. Our noses barley brushing against each other. With a swift motion, his lips collided into mine and he lifted his empty hand to touch the side of my face, caressing over my stunned eye.

I soon relaxed into the kiss and placed my hands on my knees as i closed my eyes. It was a wonderful feeling which increased after Muzan-sama slipped his pointed tongue into my mouth. " Mm~ " I moaned softly as my knees started to feel weak once more.

Muzan broke off the kiss soon after, using his sleeve to wipe off the saliva that connected to both our mouths.

Third POV:

" Master, if you are just satisfying my n-! " Before Kokushibo could continue he was bit on the collarbone by Muzan who placed a hand on the taller demon's lips. Telling him to question him no further. Kokushibo's back shivered at the sudden bite but he quickly took a liking to it and shifted to sit on the chair near him. This action allowed Muzan to have a much higher reach than before.

The Demon King retreated and observed his subordinate's exposed neck and dove in, searching for the taller's sweet spot.

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[ Hello again! I hope this story is exciting for you, i've been slacking lately but i've decided to take longer breaks between chapters as they're becoming more exciting. I thing you can guess what's coming next but it's my first time writing something like this so it might not be as satisfactionary as it should. ]

[ I apologise if there are any mistakes and i swear i'm doing my best to keep it interesting. ]

[ Have a good day / Night pookie! ]

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