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Who ⬤ Nishitani and various
What ⬤ July gen starters
When ⬤ July
Where ⬤ All over the city, specifically in Shuten and Enma territories
Content Warnings ⬤ Make sure to look at Nishitani's CW and opt out post!

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[heretic_blade]

[ He tries to ignore his tattoo most of the time. It's little more than an ever-present reminder of what a disgrace he'd been towards the end of his life, an indelible mark that even the Throne of Heroes thought was important enough for him to bear. The fact that Nishitani was interested in it at all bothered him on some level. Why couldn't he just ignore it?

Even touching it during sex was a touchy subject. The last time someone had done that, well...They'd left a different sort of mark on him. At least that one is easily covered up by his hair. He knows it won't turn to unwanted humiliation, but he can't get rid of the niggling anxiety.

Izō tangles his fingers in Nishitani's hair, claws scratching gently against his scalp. ]

...Ya wanna touch it, don't ya?

[ Maybe he can let go and allow it. Nishitani's affection already has him more relaxed. The fact that he's even entertaining the idea is proof of that. ]

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Sometimes. [ Clocked, but Nishitani is fine with it. He smirks, leering at Izo, kissing bicep, elbow, palm, where ever Izo's arm gets in too close to his mouth. ]

It's the reason I got all these. [ A motion to the tattoos covering his body. ]

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[ Izō turns his attention to Nishitani's tattoos instead. The difference again is that Nishitani chose his. The ink has a definite beauty to it. Izō traces some of the lines and shapes with his free hand, a faint smile on his lips. ]

Ya got no clue what I got it for, do ya?

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I have my guesses. [ Nishitani is vain, he flexes under Izo's gaze, the ink rippling under skin, a show. He knows what those tattoos were given out for, the range of crimes each little band meant. The exact offence: Nishitani wouldn't be able to place it, the emotions Izo went through getting his body altered, against his will. ] In school, all my teachers warned me about tattoos. The yakuza was built off them, after all.

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Yeah, 's true even in my day.

[ Izō appreciates the show, his faint smile turning less innocent. Both hands splay across his chest now, showing appreciation for both Nishitani's ink and his body in general. ]

...It was vagrancy.

[ It wasn't asked for, but he chooses to answer anyway. His life is a matter of historical record, so it's not like it's a secret. ]

They caught me when I was on th' run an' alone in Kyo. Let me go after they marked me...Jus' t' fuckin' humiliate me.

[ He hadn't specifically told anyone about this. Nishitani gets a special glimpse into his life. ]

Authorities from Tosa found me almost as soon as they let me go...

[ Bitterness creeps into his tone, his eyes clouded by complicated emotions. He digs his claws into Nishitani's skin reflexively. ]

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[ Nishitani doesn't mind the claws in his skin, his flesh, instead brings his hands to Izo's and touches his wrist, feather light, against his pulse. You're here, now, the touch says, And so am I. ]

Fucking cops. [ Any day, any century, any era. The sentiment stands. ]

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[ Izō makes a face at the touch. It's so gentle that it's all he can focus on. That's the point wasn't it? It grounds him in the moment, drags him out of those memories.

He swallows before exhaling a shuddering breath. It's so hard to let that go. ]

Now ya know...Was a real shit time. [ Another deep breath as he tries to stay focused. Nishitani's body against his, the gentle touch. ] Ya get it, right...? Why I hate th' fuckin' thing?

[ Those two thick, black lines above his elbow aren't going anywhere. He just has to live with them. ]

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I do. [ Nishitani understands hate. He doesn't know how to handle it, most of the time, but he offers an option, if just so Izo knows it's there. ] You could get it covered. [ Nishitani keeps his touch light, his eyes bright as Izo reigns over him. He has fervid attention, and its entirely focused on Izo. In the light, the sweat on Nishitani's skin glints fuschia. ] A master could make it look like it was never there in the first place.

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[ It's a tempting thought, but...it's a part of him. As much as he loathes it, it's a part of him. Izō leans to kiss Nishitani as a distraction from the way he's feeling at the moment. ]

Even if I can't see it, it's still there. Ya know?

[ He laughs, a humorless sound. ]

Go on...I'll let ya touch it, since ya want it so bad.

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I know, baby boy. [ Nishitani does, because its the same with his scars. He gets them worked over, but they stay, all the same. With Izo's permission, Nishitani's hands ghost up from his wrists, to his bicep. His fingers keep away from the deep marks, but he leans up, pulls Izo's arm closer, and kisses the raised, dark lines deeply. His eyes close, his tongue wet, and with the show of trust, Nishitani is uncharacteristically gentle. ]

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[ In theory, it's no different from Nishitani kissing any other part of his arm. It's the same skin, the ink underneath holds no special sensation, and yet it feels so much different. Izō freezes, tension in every muscle. His heart rate spikes while his mind races. It shouldn't be making him feel like this. He can't even look at Nishitani.

To his credit, he doesn't pull away. He just sits there frozen like a deer in headlights. Does it feel good? Does it not? Is it too much? Is it not enough? He can't figure it out. ]

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[ Nishitani pulls away, fingers going back to Izo's wrists. ] Who else touched you here? [ With Majima, that's why Nishitani couldn't touch. Too many people had hurt Majima, used his neck, his face, his hair as a tool to do so. If Izo doesn't like someone touching him, Nishitani guesses the situation might be similar. Everywhere else, Izo gives. ]

[ Here? Izo freezes. Nishitani stops kissing the mark, instead looks up at Izo from where he's ducked down to be face to face with black ink. That glint in his eyes, purple, pink, when the only light in the room is a soft yellow. ]

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[ Teeth tearing into his neck. Blood on the floor. Ice in his veins and the taste of metal in his mouth. He stares at Nishitani, wide-eyed and trembling just slightly. The memory is hazy now and the only assurance he had that it had happened at all is the scar on the back of his neck. The way time worked or didn't work in Hakagemachi screwed with his memories and sense of reality from that place.

Breathe. ]

...Don't stop.

[ Trust.

Trust placed firmly in Nishitani's hands. ]

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Mmm, [ A rumble. Nishitani puts his mouth back on Izo's arm, the lavishing kisses as intense as any other kiss from him might be. Izo sits in his lap, undoubtedly able to feel his dick-- but Nishitani doesn't act on that, content to let whatever arousal he has stew for later, instead his focus is entirely on Izo and making sure Izo gets what he wants. ]

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[ The conflict over exactly how Nishitani's attention makes him feel wages on, but pleasure slowly starts to edge out his discomfort. Someone paying that much attention to something he loathes in such an adoring way...Maybe it isn't so bad. It won't eliminate the stigma he feels nor the baggage associated with being marked without his consent, but it can at least make him feel good in the moment.

Izō whines, threading his fingers through Nishitani's hair again. Uncharacteristically gentle, he just wants to keep the other man close. He's undeniably aroused by this, their proximity making that fact extremely clear. He isn't sure what he wants beyond simply more. ]

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Good boy, my good boy, Iichan, [ Mindless nothings against Izo's bicep as Nishitani lays them back down, carefully folding his hands across Izo's waist and shoulders to lower him safely, mindful of wings and talons and claws. ] Come on, grind up on me, I know you want it. [ He looks up from where he's suckling a bruise against those twin black lines, to say this, one of his thighs planted firmly between Izo's thighs, pressed up where he's vulnrable and weeping. ]

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[ Izō can't even say anything for fear of his voice breaking. The praise and affection have him completely overwhelmed. His face is darkly flushed and tears well up in his eyes, spilling over when he squeezes them shut. He'd expected to be annoyed by the attention and that he'd tell Nishitani to cut it out so they can just fuck. Getting absolutely crushed by waves of hard to accept emotions and reaffirming praise turned all of that on its head.

Despite the state he's in, he still does as he's told, hooking a leg around Nishitani's to give himself leverage. Izō moans as he grinds against Nishitani's thigh, a maddening sensation that brings both relief and further overstimulation. Again all he knows is that he wants more. ]

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So receptive. [ Nishitani kisses up Izo's arm then, giving the bruise he'd suckled against black ink a parting kiss, working his way up to shoulder, to neck, to the tears running down Izo's cheeks. Only then does Nishitani look over Izo's face, cupping Izo's jaw and brushing his thumb along Izo's lips. ] Think you could come like this, baby boy? Or do you want my hand, too?

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[ Asking him to answer any kind of question in the state he's in is asking a lot. Nishitani's gentle touch only overwhelms him more. Izō looks up at him and kisses his thumb. ]

I... [ Fuck. It's so hard to have a coherent thought. His voice still threatens to break. ] I can come like this...

[ He doesn't want to ask for more, even though he does want it. It's not exactly convincing. ]

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Is it you can come like this or you want to? I can give you anything you want, all for you. [ Nishitani pushes his thumb between Izo's lip, hooks his jaw open just enough for Nishitani to filthily lick into his mouth, kiss him with complete control. ] Just say the word.

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[ Izō submits more than willingly to that dominant kiss, whimpering into it. Just say the word, huh? ]

I...I want more...please, daddy.

[ He's almost shy the way he asks for it, like he's ashamed. ]

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There we go, baby boy. [ Nishitani kisses back down Izo's jawline to the thrum of his neck, pulse heavy under his bruising tongue. Hand free of Izo's mouth, he reaches down, brushes his fingers along Izo's prick before hiking his hips up instead, grinding Iichan back down against Nishitani's thigh harder, fingers digging to the curl of muscles along Izo's waist. ] More?

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[ The tease of his hand is almost enough to make Izō come. He moans, clinging to Nishitani now, claws digging into his back. ]

More... [ Still hesitant despite how enthusiastic his reactions are. ] I'm so close, please...

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If only you could hear yourself. [ Blood spills under Izo's claws, but Nishitani doesn't care, not for a second. Finally, Izo gets the hand he'd been begging for, Nishitani wrapping scarred, crooked fingers around Izo's cock. With the touch-- another comes, Nishitani turning his head to the side, biting in against Izo's tattoo again, teeth on skin, and eyes locked on Izo's. ]

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[ The pleasure of Nishitani's hamd on his cock, sharpened by the sudden bite is just too much for him to handle. Clutching him tighter, fucking his hand, a cry, and a hot, sticky mess.

Breathless, emotionally and physically exhausted, Izō collapses back, covering his face with one arm. Tears still streak down his face despite his best efforts. Give him a moment. ]