Winds of Confusion

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Obanai pov:

The third day of their journey dawned clear and bright, with the promise of reaching their residence by nightfall. The forest, once dense and foreboding, now opened up to reveal clearer paths and the distant silhouette of their destination. Yet, despite the promising weather, the clarity of the day contrasted sharply with the turmoil within Obanai’s mind.

Over the past days, they had dealt with demons as they made their way back. Obanai frequently found himself preoccupied with Giyuu’s graceful movements with his Nirichin blade. The familiarity of Giyuu’s presence seemed to charge the air with an electric tension that Obanai couldn’t ignore. What had started as simple discomfort from their previous encounters had evolved into something far more confusing—a blend of attraction and frustration that Obanai struggled to understand.

By midday, they stopped for a brief rest. The sun was high, and the forest canopy offered a respite from the heat. Obanai sat a short distance from Giyuu, lost in thought. He was consumed by emotions he couldn’t categorize. As he sat there, he compared these new feelings to the love he had once felt for Mitsuri. The passion and intensity he had experienced with her had been powerful, but this new sensation was different—more consuming and disorienting. He couldn’t fathom why Giyuu’s presence had such a profound effect on him, and it was driving him to the edge of sanity.

As evening approached, their silence continued. Both were absorbed in their own thoughts. Obanai’s mind was a tangled mess of confusion. He loved Mitsuri, yet he felt a strange warmth around Giyuu, who he simultaneously hated. This mix of emotions left him feeling trapped and frustrated.

When they finally arrived at their residence, they prepared to report to their master. The intensity of Obanai’s feelings for Giyuu was something he had never anticipated, leaving him questioning everything he thought he knew about himself and his desires. After their report, they went their separate ways, each avoiding eye contact and any form of farewell. The abruptness of their parting felt unusual and oddly significant.

Back at his own residence, Obanai couldn’t shake off the tumultuous feelings. He entered his home, feeling unusually tired. He placed his snake, Kaburamaru, in his usual spot, changed into comfortable clothes, and tried to drift off to sleep, but the storm of emotions within him made rest elusive.



Obanai stirred restlessly in his bed, the covers tangled around his body as he murmured indistinctly in his sleep. The room was dark, lit only by the soft moonlight filtering through the window, casting an ethereal glow over the sleeping form. His body relaxing into the mattress. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him, a warm body pressing against his back. Strong arms snaked around his waist.
One hand was being firmly planted on Obanai's waist, while the other traveled up to cup his cheek, his thumb tracing the line of the scar with surprising gentleness. Obanai flinched, expecting pain or mockery, but instead, the touch was soothing, almost reverent.pulling him close, and he let out a startled gasp as he felt a pair of lips trail kisses along his sensitive neck.

  Spice incoming~

Obanai's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He felt a tingling sensation along his skin as gentle kisses rained down on his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine. "Whos there?" he managed to say out, his voice hoarse with desire. In response, he felt a low chuckle vibrate against his back, sending a rush of pleasure straight to his groin.

Before Obanai could process what was happening, he found himself being flipped over, his back now pressing into the mattress. He looked up, his breath catching in his throat as he found himself face-to-face with Giyuu, his intense blue eyes boring into Obanai's own heterochromatic gaze. Giyuu's expression was stern, his eyes darkened with lust as he hovered over Obanai, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh.

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