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They never could meet again under good circumstances.

Saya was pretty sure her lungs were going to explode, she hadn’t stopped blocking blows for at least ten minutes and this Demon-this Lower Moon Reject hadn’t relented in his blows for a second. His Demon Art were hammers, massive hammers that crashed down on Saya in the blink of an eye with the force of a train.

She couldn’t keep it up, nor could she respond quick enough to counter attack. Not after being stabbed in the side by a damn human that was in “love” with the demon. Now she knew why humans were vanishing during the day, she lured them to the forest to feed to the hammer demon and Saya hadn’t even thought about a human working with a demon until the pitiful knife was lodged in her ribs.

Which it still was, to help staunch the bleeding. It made moving all the more painful, but her amber eyes didn’t falter in her glare at the demon as she used the force of his blows to parry them up and away from her each time. It was a Water Breathing style, one she needed versus her more aggressive style to just keep standing.

Her only regret if she died here, at least in the moment, was not back handing that bitch unconscious harder for stabbing her.

“Just die already!” The demon roared, twice her size at least, his hair flying around his horns violently as he swung his massive hammer down towards her skull. Saya jerked her head up, long scarlet tipped raven hair flying around her violently as she prepared to swing against him again.

But her crow finally got her help, the best she could too.

The demon's arm went flying into the air, gripping the hammer tightly in its grip as Sanemi landed a few feet away, harshly breathing in as his sharp gaze landed on the blade lodged in her side. Only thanks to Saya shifting at the last second did it not pierce a lung or another vital organ, it was a matter of not bleeding out at the most. He could tell that much at a glance.

All the rage that filled his body at once even had the demon jerking back in surprise. “A-A Hashira!? Perfect, Master will have to take me ba-” Saya didn’t care about the monologue, as soon as he regrew his arm in a split second she hacked through it again, inhaling deeply.
“Storm Breathing, second form: Tornado Step.” Saya sidestepped the demon's swing with his free arm, a roar escaping him as she appeared behind him in the blink of an eye and swung for his head.

It would have connected, if he didn’t grow another set of arms from his sides that grabbed her blade with his bare hands. Her eyes widened when her blade sliced through his fingers, but missed his neck. 

“Just DIE already!” Sanemi went in for the kill, at the last second he regrew his arm as the Wind Hashira went for his neck from behind. A hammer was summoned back in his hand and he swung to swat Sanemi away like a fly but Saya wasn’t having it.
“SANEMI!” Despite the intense pain, she ripped out the blade in her side and slid between the demon's legs, blood gushed from the wound while she concentrated her breathing on the attack instead of her bleeding. She kicked off the ground and sliced up to sever his arm at the wrist and prevent the attack from striking.

Sanemi screamed in rage as his blade went through the demon's throat, Saya felt the force of his swing brush against her with his wind as she landed on her feet, a hand coming to her side to apply pressure to the wound and she inhaled sharply.
The demon wailed as his head hit the ground, disintegrating with time while Sanami landed gracefully behind him. He growled, glaring at it in disgust before he saw Saya stumble back somewhat, eyes fluttering from momentary lightheadedness.

“Saya!” She heard her name, she looked up but her head kept going until she was staring at the sky when her back hit the ground. A kakushi was there before Sanemi, she was pretty sure she saw his face before she blacked out.

Fighting like that for two hours straight would wear anyone out.

When Saya woke up she knew she was in the Butterfly Mansion, Aoi was still rather new and mostly Shinobu tended to her. Her mother, she learned, was traveling to pick up medicinal herbs for Shinobu so she wasn’t there to see her. She learned that the Kakushi hadn’t been the ones to carry her there. But Sanemi, claiming he was faster than them.

“Perhaps faster but not gentler.” Saya grumbled, rubbing her side and ignoring Shinobu’s knowing smile. “You can be discharged tomorrow but it will be a few days before you can fight at full strength.” She cooed, patting Saya on the head and leaving. Saya tilted her head, looking to the side table to see her glasses sitting there without a single scratch on them.

Because they were new, they had been replaced.

“Huh…” She wondered if that was the first time they said their first names before.

There was no reason at all for Sanami being there, when Saya left the mansion she ran into him. Supposedly pure happenstance, he hadn’t gotten a mission yet. That was why he was helping her back to her home, carrying her bag of clothes for her because she shouldn’t overwork her right side until her wound was properly healed. She had been out for two days apparently, her mother would probably be back in another two days.

“Would you like some tea?” Saya stopped at the door to her home, the Shiratori house was lonely but still grand like the Rengoku’s. Sanemi looked like she had asked him if he wanted to stab himself, but before she could revoke her offer he was brushing past her and stepping inside with an annoyed grumble. She blinked, surprised, then smiled and shut the door.

“Make yourself at home.” 

Sanemi looked terribly uncomfortable, she wasn’t sure the particular reason but she started the tea after he put her bag in her room and sat in the living room. Saya’s home was void of all servants, in fact there was no other family in the house either. Sanemi couldn’t hear a single soul, he was vaguely aware the Shiratori family was in a similar state of the Rengoku. This was all that was left.

Saya was always on the road, and her mother was always at the Butterfly Mansion. Why did they need servants?

“Tea is ready.” Saya came back and Sanemi’s head snapped up, vaguely he thought about what an idiot he was for letting her make the tea and serve him, but she didn't so much as flinch as she sat the tray down and poured them two cups. Saya sat across from him, gently blowing on her tea and watching him with pursed lips.

“Thank you, for saving my life.” Saya spoke quietly, breaking the silence Sanemi couldn’t seem to be able to. He tensed, pale purple eyes narrowing on her calm form but he knew she likely radiated pain with every movement.
“You already repaid me, that hammer would have broken most of the bones in my body. I wouldn’t have been able to move, and I’d be dead too.” Saya pursed her lips before a chuckle escaped her that had even Sanemi looked surprised to hear.
“No, you’d have gotten up again. You always do.” Saya sat her cup down while he scoffed and looked away from her, jaw tense.

“I told you not to get hurt again.” He glared at the wall, at a painting of wisteria of all things but Saya only blinked and looked surprised. She recalled when he asked her that, and her cheeks began to warm. “So that was an order, not a plea, Sanemi?” His first name rolled off her tongue so naturally, she wondered why she had never said his name before.
“Damn straight it was.” He snapped, looking right at her only to flinch back when he saw her expression. She was smiling, looking at him so warmly his chest twisted in a new sort of pain.

“I am sorry, if it is any consolation… It wasn’t the demon that did it, again.” Her eyes went down to the table, lips turning down into a frown. Sanemi scowled, another human had hurt her when she was there to protect them. He knew Saya, he knew that had to have hurt more than the wound. He didn’t understand why she looked at him like that, after dealing with that.

“It really bothers you when humans hurt you, doesn’t it?” Sanemi sounded softer than usual, scratching the back of his neck he eyed Saya as she looked to the table between them and shrugged her shoulders. “I suppose I have not quite gotten used to humans hurting other humans for a demon that will never do more than use them as a meal later on. It makes no sense to me….” She trailed off, glancing off to the side briefly until she heard him stand and looked up with wide golden eyes when he sat beside her and turned her to face him, hands on her shoulders and grip firm but not too harsh like usual.

“It’s not going to, but for fucks sake you can’t let yourself get hurt by another human again or you’re not going to make it.” The harshness of his words almost distracted her from how his fingers trembled against her shoulders, she looked down at his scarred hands before back up at him. She frowned, reaching up to run her fingers over his cheek and trace a scar there with a small smile pulling at her lips. 

“Why can’t you let me go, Sanemi?” The question had him going still, he looked as if he was going to pull away only to freeze in place when she locked eyes with him. His breath hitched, purple eyes widening somewhat before his head dipped and he did it. He kissed her, harder than he meant to and his grip became almost painful but she didn’t protest, a soft sound that sounded heavenly to Sanemi escaping her busy lips. She leaned into him, kissing him back, her hands gripping the collar of his uniform as she kept him close to her.
Tilting his head, he pulled her on his lap and wound his arms around her torso, keeping her flush against his mostly bare chest. She could feel his heart racing, sure he could feel hers too.

He pulled away, barely an inch of distance between them, and let out a throaty groan. “Because if I was allowed the life of a normal man, you’d be the woman I’d wed. I’d never let you out of our bed until you were full of our children.” The low, husky growl that escaped him while he tightened his arms around her, careful to avoid her wound, had her shivering with a deep blush staining her pale cheeks as a foreign warmth flooded her very core. “I’d never let anything fucking happen to you, I’d protect our family, you, with my life.” Their lips brushed, his eyes almost falling shut as he relished in having her in his arms, straddling his lap so intimately.

“And I think about that life every time I look at you.” His voice sounded almost hoarse, when he began to pull away from her she slid her fingers in his wild white locks and pulled him back into a kiss. His eyes widened somewhat when she kissed him with a fervent passion, tongue dragging against his lips until Sanemi snarled against her lips, his tongue tangling with hers until he was dominating the kiss. His hand buried in her hair, tilting her head back so his tongue could delve into her mouth more thoroughly, lips meshing together so perfectly it felt like they were made for each other.

The muffled sound that escaped her lips had him groaning, forcing their lips to part by pulling on her hair. Saya let out a soft cry that shot straight to his groin, nestled snug against her clothed womanhood settled comfortably on his lap. Sanemi swore, not unlike him by any means but he sounded so… breathless, Saya flushed.

“What’s stopping you from doing any of that?” She huffed, never so out of breath from anything but fighting demons in her life. Glossy amber hues watched his expression, watched the way his eyes widened and his face flushed when the realization of what she said settled in.

She wanted him too.

Against his common sense and why he kept her at an arm's length until now, he crushed his lips against hers in a fervent passion that had her moaning into his mouth. His fingers dug into her sides, loosening the grip in her hair so he could trail down and trace the smooth skin of her neck. Sanemi felt her fingers tug on the collar of his shirt and he pushed her to the floor, her head landing on a cushion and he broke the kiss long enough for her to push his shirt and haori off his shoulders. He shrugged it off, ripping what buttons were left free to reveal his scarred, rippling torso that had her face flushing at every flex.

He grinned at the look of want in her eyes before dipping down to kiss her jaw, tugging her uniform until she helped him to not rip all of the buttons off in the process. Her undershirt and bra came off in seconds, tossed across the room and he sat back on his knees to look at her with reverence. Saya felt herself flush under his intense gaze, turning her head away almost shyly until his fingers gripping her chin and tilting her head back forced her to look up at him.

“Don’t you dare look away from me for a second while I’m touching you.” A shiver ran down her spine, golden eyes going wide as a deep flush stained her pale cheeks and he smirked.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

Sanemi ate her like a man starved, thighs pinned wide open with his biceps while his tongue rotated between fucking her drenched hole to flicking her clit until she was sobbing between moans. She had cum at least twice, at this point she was torn between wanting him to fuck her stupid and just let her breathe.
“S-Sanemi~!!” She gripped the pillow beneath her head, tears trailing down her flushed cheeks and eyes screwed shut from the intense pleasure. Her breasts heaving with each labored breath, twisting and curling on the bed with whine after whine as she tried to fight the urge to cum again.

She felt the bastard grin against her sweet lips, lavender eyes watching her writhe on the bed from just his tongue alone. He pulled away and sat up, licking his lips while she went limp on the bedroll with a gasp. Saya had never been so out of breath, unable to control herself, she looked up at him with hooded eyes as he finally pushed off his Hakama and she saw his aching, drooling erection. Not overly long but so thick she thought he might split her open, golden eyes widened briefly until he chuckled and hooked his hands beneath her knees and pulled her closer, lifting them up so he could rub his aching cock against her dripping pussy lips.

“Fuck, if you want me to stop you need to tell me now.” Sanemi growled, the tip bumping her entrance and Saya let out a needy whimper that went straight to his aching cock. “Please, Sanemi, need you.” Saya mewled, stretching out on the bed and arching up towards him whilst trying to spread her legs wider in his grip. He readily allowed her.

“Shit,” he tossed a thigh over his shoulder so he could grip his throbbing shaft and push the tip into her tight, hot core. He didn’t ask if he was her first, he didn’t want to know, he wanted to think he was and tried to go slow. She was tight, he was huge and both were so hot they moaned out in utter ecstasy. Saya let out an ever so loud gasp as he braced himself above her head, bending her nearly in half with one thigh and let her other leg wrap around his waist.
“Saya.” He breathed, sliding inch by inch and watching her face twist in pain and pleasure, her fingers dug into his shoulders and he hissed in pleasure.

“Don’t stop, wanna be yours.” She mewled, eyes shooting wide when he suddenly bucked into her and slammed himself to the hilt. “AH!” Amber eyes rolled back as he groaned obscenities in her ear. “Such a good, tight pussy.” He groaned, pressing their bodies flush while she whined. He was so big, so hot, so hard she couldn’t think straight. He pulled back just a hair before slamming back in and listening to her scream in utter bliss, back arching into him, letting him feel her plush breasts against his chiseled torso.
“That’s my girl, keep screamin’ for me.” Sanemi groaned, nails digging into her hip from the bruising grip but she barely noticed. Saya screamed for him, it was music to his ears while he took a bruising pace on her overly sensitive pussy.

He didn’t even need to torment her clit anymore, she felt ready to explode around him already. “S-SANEMI!” It was all so much, Saya clung to his back, nails leaving angry scarlet lines down his back as she felt the intense coil that seemed to never want to snap finally break and release her sweet juices all over his throbbing shaft.

Sanemi released a husky groan that shot right to her sensitive core still being plowed by his girth, she could feel him start to lose pace and suddenly pull out. Before she could whine he flipped her onto her knees and yanked her up by her ass. In seconds he was back to a brutal pace while she struggled to get up on her elbows. “S-Sanemi!” She cried, legs spread while he sought out his own pleasure with her sensitive pussy.
The sound of his hips slapping against her rear had her flushing, her plump breasts bouncing wildly with each pound into her tight hole. Saya’s golden eyes almost rolled back, her pussy felt like it was going to melt. It was so hot, she felt like she was still cumming it was all so intense.

“G-gonna cum.” He growled, brows knitted together in concentration while he watched his cock slam into her abused pussy. “I-Inside!” He didn’t even get to ask, Saya was begging for it and it left him groaning. Gripping the back of her neck he pinned her in place, squeezing her ass and yanking her back against his final thrust.
“HYAH~!” Saya almost squealed when she felt the rush of his hot seed filling her, amber eyes going wide and back arching as he groaned her name under his breath and held her in place, grinding his cock against every inch of her tight walls as he rode out his orgasm. “F-Fuck…” He muttered, finally going soft and sliding out of her pussy. He swore again, seeing his cum bubbling from her pussy.

Licking his lips, he gently rolled her onto her back and looked at the blissed out look on her flushed face, her normally pristine hair loose and glasses long since gone. She looked up at him, panting and whimpering, porcelain skin glistening in sweat much like his own.
She looked like a goddess, he swallowed and tucked a loose strand of hair away from her eyes and leaned down to kiss her. Saya’s arms wound around his neck, returning the gentle kiss sleepily until he pulled away to kiss her temple and get to his feet. She whined until he chuckled and gripped her chin loosely.

“Wait here Hime-Sama.” Saya flushed at the nickname, seeing him not bother covering up as he stepped into her bathroom and retrieved a towel and basin of water. He returned and started cleaning her up, gently lifting her legs and washing her sticky skin whilst trying not to think too much of his cum coating her pussy. She was clearly tired, and he saw a little red staining her bandages.
“Did it reopen?” He glanced at her side where she’d been hurt and Saya reached down and shook her head. “No, stitches just pulled a little.” She mumbled, admittedly not even having felt it happen she was so lost in pleasure. Sanemi still frowned, mad he wasn’t more gentle with her but merely allowed her to lie down and wiped himself down, he was going to get them a glass of water but she grabbed his hand and pulled until he lied with her.

Saya turned into his arms, he wrapped her up in his warm embrace and kissed the top of her head. “Tired?” He mumbled and she nodded, he tugged the blankets over their nudity and got comfortable with her pulled to his warm chest.

“I love you.” The words made his lavender eyes snap open, pulling back to look at her disheveled face smiling up at him ever so slightly. She nuzzled back into his chest and his gaze softened.
“I love you too.” His grip tightened ever so slightly, but he didn’t do more than nuzzle the top of her head while they drifted off to sleep.

He’d never let another human harm her if it was the last thing he’d do.