What They Don't Know

Chapter 3

Currently, all of the Hashira were sitting in front of their master, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, for a meeting. They all received notice from their crows the morning of.

Giyuu was sitting next to Sanemi, who forced out an angry huff and an eye-roll when it happened. Obanai had also sighed, but it was obvious that he wasn't joking. Beside Giyuu, a short woman was seated. He liked Shinobu Kocho, but she could be annoying sometimes. There had been more than one time when he wished to tell her about what he and Sanemi did, but every time the thought came up he pushed it back down again. He didn't want to expose their relationship.

"Welcome, my Hashira," a sickly-looking man said. He was accompanied by his children. When he started speaking, all of the Hashira bowed their heads down, Gyomei Himejima almost hitting his head. "I'm sure you are all wondering why I called you here on such short notice."

Sanemi flashed a glance a the man beside him. More specifically, the one he loved. He subconsciously licked his lips, thoughts flashing back to the night before. The other saw this and purposely shook his head, showing off his high ponytail. 

You damn bastard, Sanemi thought. You're trying to get me riled up in front of the others.

Kagaya continued, "I brought you here to discuss an increase in demon sightings and the death rate of lower-ranked slayers."

While all of the other Hashira were respectfully paying attention, Sanemi couldn't keep his eyes to himself. He undressed Giyuu with his eyes, having perfectly memorized the man's naked body. Every muscle. Every scar, big and small. Every freckle, every mole. Even the light scar above his left eye, which is usually completely covered. Even the small scar that was on his right asscheek. God, Sanemi was shameless.

He wished he could leave and go fuck Giyuu behind some random tree. Or maybe in a bush. Or just on the ground, right here right now. He couldn't do that to his master, though. Unsurprisingly, the Hashira felt a tightening in his pants.

Giyuu could sense the lingering eyes on him. He turned his head and gave Sanemi a flirtatious look. There was no doubt that he knew what he was doing.

From down the line, Mitsuri leaned slightly forward, holding back a squeal when she saw Giyuu and Sanemi looking at each other. Then, she saw the hard-on Sanemi had. She quickly looked back at their master to remove the image from her mind, her face bright red with blush.

"I will be sending a few of you out in pairs to look into the incidents, and I may send you out to patrol certain areas," Kagaya said.

Sanemi had tuned back in at that point, not wanting to fully ignore his master or draw the attention of his fellow Hashira. Unlucky for him, Kagaya was looking his way. Right at him. When they locked eyes, the leader smiled. Sanemi cleared his throat as quietly as he could, trying not to draw attention to himself.

Kagaya looked at each individual Hashira. "I thank you all for what you do. You are dismissed." While the other Hashira were standing up, the leader added on, "Sanemi, I need you to stay here, please."

Quickly, the room emptied, leaving Sanemi the only person still seated.

"What can I assist you with, Master?" he asked as politely as he could.

The leader let out a quiet laugh. "Please, stand before me. You can also cover yourself up if you'd like."

A bright blush fell upon the Hashira's face. "I deeply apologize, Master." He stood up and put his hands in front of his crotch. He then walked up to his leader. "May I ask again what I can assist you with?"