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Sunlight's Embrace

Ship: Muzan Kibutsuji X Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Warnings: Smut, Angst and Fluff.

Was requested by @FarahNasser1. (Please do not judge any who request. There is no room for complaints and judgement in my stories, so be aware please. I value every request and all personal likes of others.)

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Yoriichi had been aware of a ton. Every breath he took, it was precise. All the time he spent living for himself, was his own desires. But even with him being aware of everything and forging a path he'd seen far earlier then treaded; there was one individual he'd never truly pieced together. Muzan Kibutsuji was something else. At first an enemy, but in the current days of abandoning such fights and tossing his sword away, his own heart had lingered beyond his own limits. It held onto those blood red orbs that glimmered so drastically under the moons gentle glows. That hair that put a shame to a moonless night. Even the pale skin was similar to snow, so bright and fair. Yoriichi had met Muzan a single time and while he'd failed to kill him, a part of the past Demon Slayer was glad. There was something lingering in his own heart, an emotion he'd never placed before. Not that he'd lived on emotions. That simply was not Yoriichi. The first ever encounter with Muzan was the first time he'd truly felt a feeling that broke off from his indifferent air. 

That feeling did two things to him. He feared it, due to the foreign ache that resonated in his chest. But he also cherished it, the warmth that pooled in him. It lit a fire somewhere in him and stirred his mind into a wreck of questions that always were left unanswered. Even so, that alone bothered him little. He was used to such mystery. But that mystery also gifted him a curiosity that pushed him to a realization. With all he felt and the uncertainty he held within, he truly wanted to meet Muzan again. To finally piece the puzzle together. Only issue Yoriichi ever saw, was the possibility that his enemy would attempt his life. He had yet determined whether he'd fear that or simply understand. After all, Yoriichi himself put Muzan close to death's door. Even if he had spared the other and watched him flee, Yoriichi knew he'd not be hurt should the Demon attempt to take him down. The first ever to place fear in the one man who had his eyes set on ruling. The Demon King who showed little mercy and dirtied his own hands when needed. In the end, it was left to fate. Should he get the opportunity again, he'd risk it all. That promise alone made a small flame ignite within him as he carried on under the mons glow, unaware of where he'd end up. 

Three month Yoriichi had been plagued by his thoughts. His rising desires and questions. He often wandered to imagining Muzan. As an enemy, he wore a disguise. But that beauty was something Yoriichi clung to. He himself was well suited with stunning qualities, but it was hard to compare. Just seeing Muzan's appearance left Yoriichi breathless. In the three months, he'd been able to place the emotion somewhat. It had been a shock to him, to understand he was attracted to the other. That the Demon was somehow floating into his center. Becoming his foundation to a rising desire and ultimately, an untouchable lust. They were opposites, but it never halted the feelings Yoriichi had discovered. If anything, it pushed him to seek it out. To reach out and cling to it, never letting it go. After all, for Yoriichi, this was new. He never had someone to call his own. He'd been abandoned by his brother. Most feared his power. To make matters worse, he'd now fallen for the enemy he once swore to defeat. In truth, he knew the world played a sick joke. But he also never cared much. No matter the paths or the hurdles, he never stopped moving his own direction. Forging a route no one could travel with him on. 

He had lingered around the area beyond a village miles out, simply remaining under the trees coverage. It left a dimmed shadow that ate the area, engulfing even Yoriichi inside. Night was his bliss. It may be the Demons time, but it also brought a serenity to Yoriichi. Stirred his joy that never blossomed before eyes of other's. To any, he was bland. Empty. But to his own thoughts and knowledge, he was still human. As such, emotions were always present. The reason they were never noticed, was his skill at remaining passive. If he did not share his fears. Did not show his weaknesses, no one had a thing on him. It was what some called a mask, but it had been a permanent quality to Yoriichi. Unable to truly express himself. A curse in some gazes.