DouShino (continued,, it may go down again tho lol)

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Shinobu POV

Giyu kneels at the side of my bed, reapplying my bandages. We had just cleaned up; separately, because he insisted on doing so, fearing he might do something inappropriate. His long lashes bat slowly, as he concentrates on the cotton binding he controls. I've always known Giyu to be calm and collected, who would have known he went that far even in sex. I had assumed, since he liked me, that he would have wanted to fuck me, but I was wrong. Somehow a small sense of relief and happiness, fills me up.

"How long are you gonna take," I mumble, faking a yawn, but halfway stopping since my jaw set on a fiery ache once again, making me yelp, "Damn it." I hold my mouth.

He looks up at me guiltily, but a hint of amusement laces his features, "You had the idea." he shrugs, as he fixed up the bandaging, before rising to his feet. I had been wanting to ask a question since we had finished that oral session, but hadn't come up with the courage. Seeing him preparing to leave though, made me bolder.

"Did you like it." the words are out in the open, and I can tell I'm blushing, but I stare at him anyway. He turns round, and paces to the door, and for a moment I'm shocked he might ignore my question.

"Yes," he opens the door, "Yes I did.", the door shuts, and a comfortable silence drapes the room.

I sigh, falling back into a lying position, staring blankly at the ceiling. I'm incredibly tired, and with Giyu's response, although I'm not sure why, I feel happy. I close my eyes in content, before dozing off.

-

I awaken to see Kanao, her large eyes blink down at me, and I unknowingly flash a sleepy smile.

"Kanao...", I murmur.

"You're awake.".

Her hands slide onto mine, clasping them gently. Her eyes wander off to my chest, and for a second, I'm surprised, but then I remember the new bandages... Oh, this is embarrassing. My eyes shoot back up to meet Kanao's, and her curious smile confirms the red that blooms on my face. She open her mouth to speak but I rashly cut in.

"It's not!", I yelp, squeezing my eyes, as a stifled giggle erupts through my lips.

Kanao's head quirks to a side, the smile spreading further across her face, "Of course not.", she sets some reassuring pats on my hand which she still holds.

"What?", I whine, when her eyes still slowly studies me.

"Yeah.. I really do wonder what.", she laughs as she mischievously raises a brow. She wants me to spill.

I breathe a reluctant sigh, "Finee.", I flash a scowl but she just grins, "Umm, Giyu." I manage to squeak before the embarrassment begins to choke me.

Kanao's eyes immediately soften with amusement, watching me as I recompose myself, "I know what happened, Douma was complaining about it.", she smirks.

My jaw slacks loose, and I try tediously to form the words that flood my brain, but it doesn't come out.  This couldn't get more embarrassing, my sweet, innocent Kanao, knows about all this? I shake my head, looking at her in shock.

"Kanao, you don't think I'm a whore do you?", I blurt, what I did was pretty, whorish.

She just cocked her head to the side, her large eyes questioning, "No? Why?".

I look away, "Well, I would if I were you." I grumble, ashamedly.

I hear her giggle, "Shinobu, your situation was quite... Weird in the first place.", she squeezes my hand, "You handled it okay... Well maybe a little off, but okay.", she laughs, as I frown at her.

"Yeah, I guess I did." a genuine smile forms on my lips, watching Kanao's contagious laughter.

"Anyway! You hungry?", she asks all of a sudden, "There's some leftover onigiri that Tanjiro made.".

I think for a while, it's been a while since I actually ate, and the thought did make me hungry, "Yes, thank you Kanao.".

"For what?", she stands, "This is nothing compared to how you took care of me all those years." she smiles.

"Well, you were like a sister.".

"Mhmm.", her eyes grow distant, before snapping back quickly, "I'll get them for you!", she happily strolls out.

With the room empty once again, I decide to try getting up. It's a little sore but I manage to sit, I rotate my arms slowly, and my whole body feels uncomfortably stiff from all the lying down I'd been doing. I heave a sigh, looking at the empty bed beside me, where Douma was supposed to 'recover' as well. Where is he?

I down the cup of water that sits on the bedside stand. I can't help the warm feeling that surges to my face, the thought of being able to spend time with Douma without guilt touched me. All my friends, colleagues, although they weren't very happy about my odd relationship, they still remained supportive, well not literally, but it was better than I had thought.

Out of nowhere the door swings open, and I turn to expect Kanao and a plate full of onigiri, but I'm met with the sight of Douma, well speak of the devil. A vague blush creeps into my face, as I smile. But it falls when I see Douma's blank expression, a somewhat dark look shaded his eyes, but I could tell he was probably thinking of what happened with me and Giyu.

He silently shuts the door, making his way to the empty bed next to mine, sitting on it with quite force. He narrows his eyes at me.

"Hey.", I fiddle with my fingers.

"Are you not going to tell me what you guys did?", he snaps, and I'm a little off put at his question, which sounded more like an order.

"I don't think I'm meant to do that." I raise a brow, and he half loses it, as he sits on my bed, holding my face, his fingers dig into my cheeks, and I can't believe I had forgotten how, harsh, Douma could be.

"Oh? It's a secret huh?." he whispers, an edge in his voice, as he stares deep into my eyes, to which I quickly look away. I couldn't have him read my mind.

"Douma, stop it, I did ask if I could do it." I whine, trying to wiggle out of his grip, my jaw did still ache from earlier.

"Do it?" he rasps in disbelief, "Sex?", I look up at him.

"No!", I blush heavily, images of Giyu play in my head, and Douma sees it as well, and for a second he just stares down at me, his rainbow eyes viewing my thoughts, and his grip doesn't allow me to look away.

"So you used this." his fingers plunge through my parted lips, and I choke, "To pleasure him?", I close my eyes, Douma's fingers edge deeper until it reaches my throat.

He does a sweeping motion, his fingers rubbing almost every spot in my mouth, as I try to pull away. He soon draws it back out, staring at his now dripping hands, coated with my spit. An enraged blush heats my cheeks, and I hastily clean the sides of my mouth.

A smile creeps up his face, as he looks at my half embarrassed, half angry self, "All clean!", he beams, like a five year old.

"What?",  I push his arm from my face, "And go wash your fingers, that's disgusting.".

A lewd look creeps onto his face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He playfully acts as if he's about to lick his fingers, but I quickly slap it away from his mouth.

"Go wash you hands!".