Yoriichi x Muzan One-shots Revamped

🌹🌺Enemies With Benefits🌺🌹

In a secluded corner of the woods, shrouded in thick underbrush and the whispers of ancient trees stood an abandoned cabin that had long since fallen into disrepair. The wooden structure, once vibrant and filled with life, was now a mere shell, cloaked in vines and shadow. Most passersby would assume that this small house had not welcomed a soul in years, its secrets buried beneath layers of dust and neglect. However, unbeknownst to them, this forsaken place served as a clandestine meeting spot for two individuals entwined in a web of dark and heinous activities.

To the casual observer, these actions may seem trivial or even excusable, a mere dalliance between two ordinary people seeking solace in each other's arms. Yet for Yoriichi, a renowned demon slayer known for his unwavering commitment to his cause, these rendezvous stood in stark contradiction to the very values he held dear. The very idea that someone could share intimacy with a demon-a creature made of malevolence and despair-sowed doubt and turmoil within his soul. Many would assert that such acts are unforgivable; they would argue vehemently that any individual who dares to sleep with a demon deserves to wield their katana against their heart, ensuring that the stain of betrayal was washed away by their sacrifice.

On the surface, Yoriichi was the epitome of a legendary demon slayer, a figure cloaked in honour and integrity, revered by all as the holy saint of the Demon Slayer Corps. His prowess in battle and his unwavering sense of justice earned him admiration and respect from both peers and civilians alike. Yet beneath this illustrious façade lay a tempest of darker, more convoluted desires, simmering just below the surface and waiting for the right moment to emerge. These unsettling cravings did not manifest overnight; they had begun to fester a few years prior, on the fateful day he crossed paths with the one demon who haunted his dreams and nightmares alike-the truly dreadful Muzan Kibutsuji, the supreme demon king.

The encounter with Muzan was a turning point in Yoriichi's life, a moment that intertwined their fates in a way that would forever alter his path. The demon king, with his insidious charm and chilling presence, became a symbol of everything Yoriichi fought against, yet somehow, he found himself inexplicably drawn into the darkness. It was as if the very essence of Muzan's malevolence called to him, challenging his beliefs and pulling him into a world rife with contradictions. Haunted by the memories of that meeting, Yoriichi grappled with the haunting realization that his existence, once solely dedicated to the destruction of demons, had become entangled with the very darkness he sought to eradicate. Something about a person imbedded with such evil, wriggling and begging underneath him, made Yoriichi so lustful, he was ashamed of his desires but he could not control them.

That's how Yoriichi ended up in this situation, he was calmly waiting on the dusted old couch with his eyes closed. For the last two years, Yoriichi has been doing these unforgivable things with the demon king, of all people. He had his sexual frustration, and though he has tried multiple times to satisfy it with others the only one who has ever made him go crazy was the demon king himself. He opened his slim maroon eyes and stared at the wall with many signs of aging, Yoriichi blushed as he thought about 'banging' so hard the wall would break. He shook his head and looked at the door, any moment now he would hear a solemn knock on the door. Despite the multiple times he has told the demon just to enter, he always insists on knocking. Yoriichi always thought it was odd since everyone always saw the demon as a disgusting creature but in reality, he was truly beautiful, he often thought Muzan was an angel sent from heaven itself, but yet he was laced with malice.

Just as Yoriichi began to harbour the hope that the demon would finally choose not to show up, he was startled by the soft, elegant tap that echoed through the stillness of the house. It was a sound he had grown reluctantly familiar with, a reminder of the looming threat that never seemed to fade away. Each time he dared to believe Muzan had truly abandoned him, reality proved him wrong in the most unexpected ways.