basorexia ( n ) the overwhelming desire to kiss
@warpaved / genichiro & wolf.
yesterday, wolf decapitated a ministry general and an ocean of his finest men. yesterday was a decisive victory for ashina and a devastating blow to the ministry. still, there are countless more battles to be fought, countless more generals to behead until genichiro is satisfied ( and maybe he never will be — he is the hungriest man wolf has ever known ). ashina is not without her own losses and wolf lost count of how many times he died a long time ago, but today, they celebrate.
the food and sake flow so freely, it's hard for wolf to not think of the war-torn families who have nothing to eat. he watches genichiro's elite men ( hardly distinguishable from the bandits save for their armor ) dine and drink, alcohol loosening their stiff pretenses until they laugh with their bellies full, arms wrapped around the pretty serving girls, drunkenly regaling tales of made-up bravery. unaccustomed to celebration and such frivolity, wolf finds it difficult to eat, more familiar with starving, remembering the days when he used to persist on nothing but rain water.
he settles for sake, so crystal clear, it reminds him of those hungry days and reminds him of where he comes from.
the women attending him sit beside him, completely forgotten despite their good-natured efforts to charm him, to help him relax, but wolf watches genichiro, who sits at the head of the room in place of his late grandfather. genichiro is a war-torn orphan like him, like emma. he wonders what he thinks of his men gorging themselves on drink and food, song and dance. wolf remembers the way genichiro described the men sitting at his table: murderers, pillagers, thieves, criminals. does he loathe his men or does he pity them?
( does he loathe wolf? does he pity him? )
genichiro's expression is unreadable, but there is an unmistakable loneliness wolf recognizes. does he think of his grandfather? does he miss him? he looks far away, disjointed from the festivities. instinctively, wolf wants to reach out, wants to touch him as if touching him could help solidify genichiro and stop him from disappearing to somewhere he can't follow.
without warning, genichiro shifts his attention, noticing wolf and wolf looks away, releasing a soft breath he wasn't aware he was holding. he pours himself another cup of sake and drinks it, silently ordering the alcohol to clear his thoughts, but he looks at genichiro again against better judgement and finds him still staring, sizing him up. not looking away this time, wolf sucks in a barely audible breath, allowing his eyes to glance at the slightly loosened collar, revealing an expanse of scarred skin, trailing south to the peek of naked thigh.
this is a curse, wolf thinks, this is a powerful curse i've never encountered before. quickly, he shifts his own thighs.
as if genichiro can read wolf's thoughts, he turns a nearby woman's chin towards him, captured between thumb and forefinger and she smiles at him, glowing and radiant with affection, but genichiro does not look away from wolf, gaze piercing wolf like unforgiving lightning. genichiro kisses the woman with unexpected care, a gentle sweetness, lips coy against her pliant, pink mouth, but the sight of his naked hand sliding past her knee and up her creamy thigh makes wolf forget how to breathe.
worst of all is the fact that genichiro never looks away from wolf. not even for a single second.
his nape prickles uncomfortably, unwelcome heat crawling under his skin.
wolf watches genichiro kiss her again and again, hungrier every time, carding his calloused fingers through her dark hair and she melts into him, gasping his name. what shameless display. and yet, wolf can't look away from genichiro's gaze that burns into him. feeling shame is a first for him — he thought his father fashioned him into a merciless weapon, but every day, those lessons begin to unravel.
wolf feels terror, wondering what genichiro will transform him into. the sight of his excited hips and the roiling heat of his belly is enough to unnerve him, unable to endure much more because he can't stop thinking about the feeling of genichiro's mouth against his, taking what he wants until both of their lips are swollen and bruised.
feverish, wolf stands and the room begins to sway, but stubbornly, he finds his footing and leaves the room without saying a word. he doesn't have to look over his shoulder to know genichiro watches him the entire time. with a ruined groan, wolf lingers outside in the dark hallway with his back pressed to the wall, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
but when wolf closes his eyes, all he sees is genichiro — cold, cruel and inviting.
