🩸☾ BloodMoon (KokuZan) Oneshots ☽🩸

Alternative meeting (pt 2)

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PT2 of the chapter I posted earlier!

Warning (FOR THIS PART):

Graphic gore,
Sadism,
Generally nasty things,
Kinks,
Somnophilia (sex with an unconscious person).

(This is not my actual AU, so most of my headcanons won't apply! Don't worry about their relationship.)

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Muzan stepped into where he would normally retire for the day and grabbed a futon from where they were stored. He had just left his newly transformed subject on the floor—not a good impression. But who was he to care?

With annoyance present in his movement, Muzan dragged a futon out of their storage. He picked it up, and, carrying the mattress over his shoulder, made his way back to where he had dumped Michikatsu. The half-human was fast asleep during his transformation, his tall body lying across the matting of the floor—looking comfortable despite the hard ground.

Muzan looked over at him, carmine eyes wandering the frame of his new subordinate. It was very pleasing; this man was everything that Muzan ever wanted as a demon. He was this tall, already imposing figure, who had now welcomed the first stage of demonhood! Well, partially welcomed, at least: Michikatsu's body had finally stopped fighting against the new blood.

Suddenly realizing that he was staring, Muzan looked away. He dropped the futon onto the floor by Michikatsu's side and dragged the large man onto it. The comforter lay bunched up at the bottom of the mattress—Muzan wanted to stare for a bit longer before tucking him away.

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With unwavering patience and renewed vigour, Muzan observed how Michikatsu fell prey to his blood. The man's charming face bubbled at the surface—four of those bubbled remained, and Muzan learned that they were eyes. There was only one problem with this man: his heart. Muzan knew it was probably the demon slayer mark doing its job—but the man's heart was gradually declining. The rhythm was gradually decelerating, and its intensity was also diminishing.

Not wanting his new demon to die before he even gets to meet him, Muzan soon found himself kneeling by Michikatsu's side. One hand placed itself on the man's wrist, for Muzan was not scared of touching his prey, trying to find a pulse. Muzan proceeded to disrobe the newly transformed demon of his tattered kimono, placing his hands gently onto the man's chest. There was a lack of response to this. What would've woken up any warrior, wasn't working?

Muzan sighed with clear vexation, as he looked down at what could be his greatest ally. This man, his heart was barely going any more, and Muzan knew he could still get blood into him—make him stronger. He just had to get his heart working again, get oxygen pumping throughout the man's capable body. It was a risk, but one Muzan was willing to make.

To get oxygen into Michikatsu's body, Muzan grabbed his jaw with one hand, angling his head backwards to make his airway more clear. Kibitsuji watched how the half-human's voice box protruded from his neck at that angle, it made him hungry. But, with clear eyes, Muzan continued.

⚠️GORE STARTS HERE, JUST AN EXTRA WARNING!!⚠️

Muzan's other hand dragged back up the man's chest, tracing around the epicentre of his heart. His nail dug into the succulent flesh of the man's chest, and Muzan found himself hooked on the smell. It retained the human metalness that blood has but carried that spiciness of his own blood. Michikatsu was probably halfway through his transition.