What They Don't Know

Chapter 1

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL INTERACTIONS AND REFERENCES, ANGST, AND OTHER THINGS THAT MAY TRIGGER SOMETHING. THIS IS A SANEGIYUU BOOK (SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA X GIYUU TOMIOKA), AND THERE IS GOING TO BE A LOT OF SMUT.

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Their lips crashed together, the make-out session becoming heated. The ground was cold, but neither of them cared. Giyuu Tomioka and Sanemi Shinazugawa, the two people that the other Hashira thought hated each other. It was an unexpected pair, something no one would expect. That's why it was so perfect. No one knew.

Heavy breathing and quiet moans echoed throughout the Wind Estate, as well as the sound of slow thrusting. The two men were holding onto each other's faces, Giyuu leaning on top of Sanemi. 

The normally angry Hashira didn't usually like to be dominated, but something about the way his partner acted when he became needy for a ride was irresistible. The slow bouncing, relishing every moment. The lewd expressions he made when Sanemi randomly decided to thrust up into him, perfectly harmonized with the bounces. 

Giyuu threw his head back in ecstasy. "Oh, fuck," he moaned.

Sanemi smirked, enjoying the other's reactions. They never got old. Not when he had to live an entirely different life for the others. "God," he started, "It's unbearable having to 'despise' you every day."

To the others, Sanemi was known for hating Giyuu. He used to, but he doesn't anymore. However, it would be too weird and awkward to randomly switch up on them all. Especially when he would have to deal with his so-called "best friend", Obanai Iguro. 

In all reality, Sanemi really liked Obanai as a person; however, he could never forgive him or himself for the things they used to say about Giyuu. Looking back, he understood that it was wrong of them not to think a little harder, but the damage was already done. Obanai would make it his life's mission to destroy Sanemi if the truth were ever revealed, the end of that friendship.

The quiet man rolled his eyes, sighing while doing so. "It makes me sad when Iguro says bad things about me... I really wish you would ditch him sometimes."

"And I wish I could strip you naked and fuck you into oblivion in front of them all, but you know why we can't do that," Sanemi said, the memories of a specific night rushing back to him. When he saw Giyuu's unimpressed look, he scoffed. "What? Do you want to tell them that we had drunken sex and woke up to find my dick still in you?"

Giyuu sat up, shifting his hips a little for more friction. "Don't forget to mention that you liked the sight so much you got hard almost immediately."

A growl escaped Sanemi's throat. "Then I'll tell them all that you were screaming, crying, your eyes almost got stuck rolled back into your brain, and that you drooled so much there was another conspicuous puddle on the sheets by the time we were done."

"Make sure you tell them how much you liked pulling my hair while you're at it."

Sanemi laughed. "I could say the same for you, you slut!" 

Giyuu planted another kiss on the man's lips. "Only for you, Sanemi."

Pushing himself up, Sanemi grabbed his partner's waist to make sure he didn't fall. The movement earned a slight moan from the other. With their hands on each other, they continued their make-out session, Sanemi leaving various marks.

Their position changed. Giyuu was lying on his stomach, his back arched into a sultry pose. He looked back, his face saying it all. Sanemi was on top of him in an instant, pounding into him the way he knew the other loved. 

He gripped onto the other's ponytail, trying to prove his point. Every time he yanked and pulled on it, a new sound emerged from Giyuu's lips. It was like riding a horse, more like living in ecstasy on Giyuu's part.

...

How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Neither of the men knew. 

Sanemi awoke abruptly to the sound of harsh knocking on his estate doors. He sat up and looked beside him to find that Giyuu was also awake. He looked pissed off like the mere thought of company ruined his day.

He didn't know nor care about how and when he and Giyuu ended up in the bedroom. All Sanemi remembered from prior was the amazing feeling, the sounds and looks he was able to make the other produce. There was even evidence on Giyuu's body that showed how good of a time they had. 

Sanemi was broken out of his thoughts when another round of loud knocks echoed through the estate. "I'm coming! Damn!" Giyuu snickered at the words, earning a glare from his partner. "Get your ass dressed and stay in here."

The Wind Hashira got off of his futon, pulling on his pants when the knocking happened again, louder this time. He stormed through his estate, yanking his door open.

"Finally!" Obanai groaned. 

It took his all for Sanemi not to lose his shit. "What the hell do you want?" He would rather be up his boyfriend's ass than talking to this twink.

Obanai rolled his eyes, inviting himself into the estate. "I'm bored as hell. Mitsuri is on a mission and there's no one else worth my time."

Sanemi was quiet for a second. "So you came to me?" When his friend nodded, he continued, "I was sleeping. You woke me up, dipshit."

"Oh well."

Oh, this bitch, Sanemi thought to himself. "Let me go finish getting ready."

Without waiting for an answer, Sanemi left the short man standing in his estate. He didn't want to deal with him today. Giyuu was right, he should really ditch him. There were some things that he just couldn't do, though, and fucking up his life was one of them. 

Of course, Sanemi wasn't scared of Obanai. He could crush the bitch if he wanted to. The thing he was trying to avoid was a tension that their master, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, could sense. The man might be going blind, but he was one of the smartest people the Hashira knew. All he wanted was a peaceful world without any demons and pain and suffering. He had already found out about Sanemi and Giyuu's relationship, calling them to his estate to privately chat about it.

Sanemi walked into his bedroom, Giyuu now fully dressed. The only difference was that his uniform was slightly unbuttoned. Sanemi already knew that was on purpose. Giyuu was trying to show off a massive hickey and the bite marks next to it. Just to tease the aggressive Hashira.

"So, who was it?" Giyuu asked.

Sanemi groaned. "Take a guess." He picked up his other clothes, pulling them on lazily. He was taking his time so that he wouldn't have to be near Obanai as long.

The other made a humming sound, but it was clear that he wasn't actually thinking very hard. "Twink?"

"Yep."

There was a moment of silence. Perhaps it was prayer that Obanai wouldn't want to hang around for too long. Maybe it was the men trying to come up with excuses. Or it was Giyuu daydreaming about pulling his partner into the bathroom to give him a blowjob as a break from the Serpent Hashira.

After Sanemi got the rest of his clothes on, he gave Giyuu a quick peck on the cheek. 

"Before I go," he started, looking down at the obvious mark on his partner's neck, "you look good with that hickey I gave you."

Giyuu smirked, a sight Sanemi could never get enough of. "I know."

As the Wind Hashira left his bedroom, a mask was put on his face. The mask of deceit that he wore daily. The mask he wore when pretending to hate the person he loved most. The mask he wore when he was around his friends, giving zero fucks about what he or any of the others said.

"I'm done!" Sanemi called out, walking into the room where he left Obanai to wait for him. 

"It took you long enough," the shorter man replied. He was obviously annoyed that he was left for so long. "Do you want to sit down and talk about that stupid shit Tomioka was spouting at the meeting yesterday?"

Sanemi faked a smile. "Hell yes!"

Everything fell into line. The continuous cycle of lies and false feelings to hide what the others didn't know.