Our Bodies Collide // Yoriizan

Chapter Six

It was currently the middle of the day, Yoriichi decided to have the day off from everything today and just spend time with Muzan, after what happened the previous day. So, the two were cuddling in the redhead's bed, Yoriichi playing with the demon's hair, smiling softly as he gave a gentle kiss to the other man's head, his other hand running circles on his back.

Muzan sighed to himself. Why that happened, he'd never know. Why do people even do that shit anyway? Surely they're disgusted with themselves when doing it, right? Suddenly, the sound of Yoriichi's voice snapped Muzan back into reality, as he calmed himself down from the slight jump he got when the taller man started speaking.

"I hope you're okay, I wish I got there sooner, so you wouldn't have to have experienced that," the caring tone of his voice nearly brought Muzan to tears. No one ever showed care for him, other than his ex-wife, who died tragically in a murder. The murderer faced the consequences. But ever since she died, Muzan grew colder, angrier, all his emotions nearly doubled, scaring and confusing all the demons, including the uppermoons.

Looking to the side without an answer, the ravenette wanting to smile, but fought back everything that would ruin his reputation as the cold demon king — as if cuddling with his biggest enemy and having sex with him wasn't already ruining it. All Muzan really was, was thankful. Thankful that Yoriichi saved him before that disgraceful human could go any further than he said he would, thankful that Yoriichi spared him when he was seconds away from beheading the demon.

But... why? Why did Yoriichi save the demon? Why didn't he kill Muzan when he had the chance? Why was Yoriichi bothering?

"Thank you, Yoriichi," Muzan mumbled, before slipping off the bed and standing up, staring at the blinded windows, almost wanting to look outside and see how beautiful the day was. But of course, he couldn't. He'd end up burning from the sunlight within seconds if he did that, which Yoriichi wouldn't be happy about. Nor angry, or disappointed, but sad. So, Muzan would make sure to experience everything he could with Yoriichi; the loving, the arguing, the fighting, the lust, the fun, the excitement, all of it. All of it, Muzan wanted to experience with Yoriichi, only Yoriichi.

Turning around to the redhead, who was now sat on the end of the bed, gazing admiringly at Muzan, as well as looking him up and down. A swift nod came before the king made his way back to the bed, slowly pushing Yoriichi down onto the soft mattress, smiling slightly as he looked down at the dominant man below him, knowing what he wanted to do. He shouldn't let something get in the way of him having fun with someone he dearly loved, even if he gained a bit of trauma for it. He'd just make sure to erase them memories if he ever got the chance to visit the infinity castle and make something to do so.

"Let me show you how grateful I am..."

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CLIFFHANGER 😋 I rushed this chapter, so I'm positive this is the shortest one... I'm so sorry it's so short, it's around 11:27pm and I just got chance to write now but I have to get up superr early tomorrow so I'll try make it up to you by making the next chapter longer!! It's also a smut chapter so it will be longgg ... AS WELL IK I WROTE ABOUT THE TRAUMA BUT LET'S PRETEND MUZAN HAS A DIFFERENT MINDSET FOR EACH OF HIS FORMS!!!

thanks guys!! I'll try writing whenever I can:)