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“Fine. I’ll introduce myself… I am Scaramouche, the Balladeer or Akuji, former Fatui Harbinger. Now just a Wanderer. Feel free to ask me anything your little heart desires."
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- You're really foul-mouthed, aren't you?
He laughed, still surprised at the tenderness of his gestures, in stark contrast with his words.
- If you want, sure. It wasn't a request, and now I'm more interested in knowing why, given how plyable you are to me. But I'm surely willing.
Kazuha stretched lazily, legs intertwined at the puppet's.
- Fucking you as hard as you want to be fucked.
The profanity was particularly odd on his mouth, but he seemed unfazed, closing his eyes with a smile and continuing.
- You're treating this like a chore to complete as soon as possible. I see it more as a conversation. I'd like to take my time, find out what makes you boil.
He toke his hand, kissing his fingers lightly.
- You're beautiful, but I'm in no need of just someone to take to bed.
Akuji chucked, “I was joking, mostly.” Adjusting further he moved to gaze into Kazuha’s eyes. “As for why… It’s because you matter, and I like making you feel good. If you want to slow down, that’s fine, but I’m also not going to stop you from having what you want.”
The puppet’s fingers tracing lines in his back, he placed a small kiss on lips before continuing. “Kazuha, I haven’t let myself feel anything for hundreds of years, besides pain and anger. My existence was split between the abyss and well, killing or being used for whatever was needed. And now? I just want to be with you. It makes me happy.”
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(( The three of them after 'talking' (read -brutally killing) Dottore))
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//Can this happen please?//
“Kaz…” His hands grasped at his hips pulling him onto him, close already, he tipped over the edge. Strong arms shaking with effort and need Akuji pulled Kazuha tight against him. With a loud groan, the puppet released with a deep thrust in. His grip loosening, he maneuvered him to his side, nestling the samurai against his chest.
His hand reached for Kazuha’s hair, stroking gently blonde locks, the other tracing soft caresses down his back. “You are beautiful.” A soft whisper muttered though a light exhale. Akuji lifted his chin to meet his peaceful gaze. “Sleep. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
- I'm not so tired. Let me bug you a little while longer.
He reached for the blanket to carefully cover them both, shifting to cradle his head in his arm, fingers playing with his hair.
- You're really beautiful too, you know? And this expression... - he kissed him again, and again, little small kisses that punctuated his words - ...you seem so relaxed. It's a pleasure to witness it.
Pressed against his chest, he kissed lazily over the shoulderblades, lulling him in an affectionate cuddle. The lack of heartbeat was a little hard to ignore, being so close, but he just traced the contours of the scar, raising his gaze to look at him.
- Let me asking something.
A somewhat amused look, relaxed in that hug.
- Have you ever been on the receiving part? - a (not-so-much) shy smile, a brush with his finger down his back, over the long scar long his spine.
- It's not a loaded question, I promise. - a small laugh - I've told you I'm pretty curious, I'm sorry. And I want to know as much as possible about you.
“You’re not bugging me.” Akuji muttered tightening his embrace, fingers caressing skin lazily. The puppet shifted himself slightly to accommodate. “Apparently I didn’t properly wear you out.” Akuji smiled softly, planting a kiss to Kazuha’s forehead. “I’ll have to try harder next time.”
His gaze drifted into the samurai’s eyes. “I haven’t,” Ajuki brushed soft strands from the man’s face, holding there, rubbing his thumb lightly against his cheekbone. “But I want you to.” He paused, wearing a cheeky smile on his lips. “Preferably, bent over and definitely a hard, rough fuck.” The puppet hummed and placed another soft kiss against Kazuha head. “I can still go, and I would like to hear the noises you make while you wear yourself out in me.”
//Dying in bed now. Send me shit please.//
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“That face… more…” Kazuha didn’t have to ask, his hands had already started to move. Once the Samuri released his grip, fingers sunk into skin trying desperately to pull himself in further and claiming every inch he could take.
Still rising to meet him, harder each time, moans gave away to sharp grunts. The puppet’s movements becoming animal in nature driven by a singular intention to possess and fill him.
He moved to give himself more leverage, curling up to cling to Kazuha’s hair and shoulder, pulling him down roughly. His gazed fixed on the collision of bodies. His jaw clenched and muscles tensed hardening further as he drove himself in.
“Come for me.” Uttered in a rough demand, his blue eyes flickering back to heavy autumn eyes. Vicious in their desire. “I’m going to take this fucking hole too.”
His lips parted in a muted gasp when the other pulled him close; he supported himself with his arms so as not to crush him, but moaned loud against his mouth, trembling in the feverish contact.
He bit the puppet's lips, viciously, to reciprocate the rough manhandling, then cupped his face, pulling him in a breathless kiss, fingers to brush through his hair, touch light and adoring.
Shuddering, he sobbed in the kiss, abandoning himself to his syncopated pace, soft praises on his skin - until the growled order didn't make him stiffen completely around him, releasing onto his stomach with a soft whimper.
Emptied and soft, he burrowed against his neck, kissing and nibbling gently without stopping his rocking, a quiet laugh at his ear.
- Your turn, now.
“Kaz…” His hands grasped at his hips pulling him onto him, close already, he tipped over the edge. Strong arms shaking with effort and need Akuji pulled Kazuha tight against him. With a loud groan, the puppet released with a deep thrust in. His grip loosening, he maneuvered him to his side, nestling the samurai against his chest.
His hand reached for Kazuha’s hair, stroking gently blonde locks, the other tracing soft caresses down his back. “You are beautiful.” A soft whisper muttered though a light exhale. Akuji lifted his chin to meet his peaceful gaze. “Sleep. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
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Vision Use
Akuji would stick to what he has mastered, using the vision only to close the distance. With no formal training he uses his entire being to fight. Aggressive and brutal, he rends his way through whatever stands in his way.
The sweet rhythm was pleasurable at the least, immersing him in a sort of sospended state, a soft rolling of the hips to open himself up for good.
Hand pointed on his chest, fingers kneading into the muscles at every thrust, the samurai looked at him with heavy, half closed eyelids, soft hair brushing over his shoulders in the slow rocking.
- Ah- - Moans still quiet and sparse, Kazuha smiled at the praises with which he covered him, humming back before sinking his nails onto his chest hard.
He moved, straighting back and shoulders, and a rush of hot pleasure jolted him back, raising a higher sob from him, followed shortly from a half broken laught.
Biting his lips, his gaze more piercing, he settled in the position and started to pick up the pace, slowly at first, then raising and raising - until properly fucking himself onto him, hard enough to made the old bed creak at his rhythm.
- Touch me. - he grabbed his wrists to reclaim attention, a novelty hint of demand in his voice, never heard before from the puppet in the otherwise always sweet demeanor.
“That face… more…” Kazuha didn’t have to ask, his hands had already started to move. Once the Samuri released his grip, fingers sunk into skin trying desperately to pull himself in further and claiming every inch he could take.
Still rising to meet him, harder each time, moans gave away to sharp grunts. The puppet’s movements becoming animal in nature driven by a singular intention to possess and fill him.
He moved to give himself more leverage, curling up to cling to Kazuha’s hair and shoulder, pulling him down roughly. His gazed fixed on the collision of bodies. His jaw clenched and muscles tensed hardening further as he drove himself in.
“Come for me.” Uttered in a rough demand, his blue eyes flickering back to heavy autumn eyes. Vicious in their desire. “I’m going to take this fucking hole too.”
What would you do if you had Dottore in front of you right now? {Give us blood}
The question would be better phrased as: what wouldn’t he do? A smirk spread across his face, malicious, with a slight hint of the depravity locked within.
He was… unconcerned with the fight. Death for him would be a welcome respite and he’d not use his Vison here. What need does he really have for it? Being alive for 400 years teaches a man how to kill and such gifts from paltry Gods did not seem fitting for such a special occasion.
For this he’d choose a Katana and knives bathed in bitterness and toxins. He is not ill adept with these toys, having used them for longer than most have drawn breath, and he does wield them with brutal precision.
One might expect him to simply crush his skull in, not stopping until long after the good doctor ceased his fucking breathing, chunks of pink, red spewing forth and pooling. Fragile bone collapsing under his heel with a sickly crunch, the puppet covered in what little remained of that arrogant sadistic head.
He had considered it, mulling it over in hazy daydreams, but this was too quick and more than Dottore deserved.
There is a void to fill. Holes that can never be made whole. Surly that deserves more than the simple scattering of the Doctors most precious of insides?
“Hmmm…” A soft mutter as he took time to consider.
“So.many.options! But for this… I will return to him all he had so lovingly gifted to me.” A boisterous reply in a melodic tone, Ajuki’s arms stretched out for his performance.
With a small bend over, he raised an eyebrow. “What could be more fitting than digging into his flesh to pull apart the things that make him tick? Hmm…”
He’d fold his arms behind his back and take deliberately paced steps, still grinning. “Carving into flesh I’ll start by exposing what allows him to move, severing just enough to end his squirming and leaving it so he will still feel… everything.”
“Then,” The puppet turned on his heel. “I will pull the very same song from his lips as he did from mine. A symphony of agony brought about by endless prodding of every nerve and muscle... I do wonder just how long he will last.”
A beat passed as he leaned down, a grim smile spreading from ear to ear. “I am willing to bet that it won't be as long as he and I would hope for."
Hi there! I found your blog today and your Wanderer has altered my brain chemistry permanently thank you :) He's so good!!!!!! Good lord! Your headcanons are also wonderful (we share a lot of them, to the point I was like dang are we twins? Felt like I was alone in some of my unpopular opinions so it's cool to know that's not the case!)
Anyway I hope you have a good day -
//[insert inhuman mun squealing] Thank you! I put a lot of thought into this honestly. He infects my being and generally finds new ways to break me daily. :D
I also have a psych degree and this shit and my DSM:IV are best buddies sometimes... ha...//
