Collection of Kazuha x Scaramouche

Lust or Love?

The color of lust is crimson red, red that fades to sunlight yellow, it is Kazuha's eyes as he's naked, looking at him from below. Crimson eyes glittering with admiration, love, and lust while a half opened mouth panted out as Scaramouche puts a foot on his bare crouch. Letting the bottom of the shoe grind against his dick, his lewd moans filled the air.

In the eyes of the public the two are sworn enemies, one evil and one good. The villian and the hero. Black and White. They fight, Kazuha triumphing over Scaramouche, stopping him from destroying the city. In private they vie for each other, a sickening obsession that one can say is suffocating. It is the reason Scaramouche lets Kazuha win in public, the reason the white haired man isn't dead and along with him, the city. Kazuha gives him love, devotion, affection, and in return Scaramouche gives him pleasure, pain, and sex.

The feeling of power from having Kazuha on his knees, nude, and on a leash while he was fully clothed and pulling on the said leash was exhilarating. The pathetic expression on Kazuha's face only made him want to tease him more, to make him beg. Scaramouche watched as Kazuha's tongue loll out and he started to rut against his shoe, moaning and whining lewdly. He really did look like a dog in this state, and a whore.

"Stop. You're getting it dirty." Scaramouche said in a slightly annoyed voice, he tilted his head upon his hand with a bored expression.

Kazuha halted, whimpering and looking pitiful. Eyes practically begging for his touch.

"Hm...I'm feeling quite parched. Be a good boy and fetch me some wine." He ordered, dropping the leash.

Kazuha started to get up. Within a second he was shoved back onto the ground.

"Crawl." Scaramouche ordered, standing in front of him.

Kazuha murmured a quick "sorry" before crawling away, leash tailing behind him like a black snake. Scaramouche gave an amused scoff and sat back down on the bed.

A few minutes later Kazuha came back with a full glass of red wine, using his anemo powers to carefully glide the glass over so he could crawl back to him. Scaramouche grabbed the glass of wine and took a sip from it. Kazuha sat on his knees before him, expression showing that he expected a reward for this.

Scaramouche flicked his hand towards himself and patted his lap with a loving smile. Kazuha crawled over and laid his head upon his beloved's lap, slightly nuzzling it. Scaramouche gently stroked his hair, watching the fluffy white locks intertwine with his hand as he combed it. Kazuha looked so contented and happy like this...Scaramouche suddenly had a desire to ruin it.

He lets out a sigh of boredom before dipping his wine glass over Kazuha's head and watching the red liquid drench Kazuha's hair pink, some of the liquid getting on the fabric of his pants. Kazuha lets out a small gasp and looked at him confused and slightly saddened. The wine hung to his lashes and dripped down his face like tears. Scaramouche wondered if he would look even more beautiful with blood dripping down instead of wine. Perhaps I should murder someone and pour the blood on him. He was curious as to how the white haired man would react, would he be sad? Mad? Scared?

"Did I do something wrong?" Kazuha asked, worry afflicting his gaze.

Scaramouche laughed.

"No," He said, "I just wanted to do it."

Kazuha looked confused for a second, "Then...should I get you another glass?"

Scaramouche let out an amused smile, "To drink or pour onto you?"

"Whichever one you want, Love." Kazuha replied, smiling sweetly at him.

Love. Scaramouche wasn't too sure how he felt about that pet name, Kazuha may love him but he certainly didn't love Kazuha back. For him, Kazuha was just something he desired, he lusted after him. He didn't love him. But Kazuha already knew that, and yet he insisted on calling Scaramouche "Love." He wondered if he was just delusional or desperate. Perhaps both.