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A prostitute. That was Uzui’s godly, couldn’t go wrong, amazingly flamboyant idea.
To make him a prostitute.
The Pillar, to his credit, assured Tanjiro he wouldn’t have to actually do anything. Just play the part until he could dig up some information, that was all.
To make him a prostitute.
The Pillar, to his credit, assured Tanjiro he wouldn’t have to actually do anything. Just play the part until he could dig up some information, that was all.
But even so, it was a nerve wracking experience. Tanjiro was required to constantly send out his pheromones for others, and not only was that somewhat overwhelming and exhausting, it was embarrassing, too. He had no idea how he was supposed to find out where the demon was hiding.
The only blessing in this situation is that while Alpha’s had bore holes into his form on display behind the bamboo bars, no one had bought him out, so Tanjiro could keep his eyes peeled and ears keen for any information in the meantime.
Until, of course, someone bought him.
Until, of course, someone bought him.
The owner of the prostitute house was absolutely elated, giving Tanjiro a rushed version of the birds and the bees and how to pleasure an Alpha, which was humiliating all on its own. The only useful information the lady gave was how to make sure he wasn’t marked or bred.
So, with a collar around his neck and a body full to the brim with nerves that the Alpha would probably no doubt smell, Tanjiro was sat in a room and forced to wait until they arrived.
Tanjiro smelled him before he saw him, the scent of murky smoke and cherry blossoms
Tanjiro smelled him before he saw him, the scent of murky smoke and cherry blossoms
mixing together in a way that was strangely comforting and pleasant. He’s only ever met one person with that scent.
“Rengoku,” Tanjiro’s pretty eyes dabbed with makeup shined as his Aniki walked through the sliding doors.
What was he doing here?
“Rengoku,” Tanjiro’s pretty eyes dabbed with makeup shined as his Aniki walked through the sliding doors.
What was he doing here?
“No, no!” Rengoku laughed as he closed the doors, his eyes shining too as he smiled and placed a finger over his lips. “Why would you know my name, boy?”
Tanjiro twitched, embarrassment flaring up his cheeks as he respectfully bowed with his forehead touching the floor.
Tanjiro twitched, embarrassment flaring up his cheeks as he respectfully bowed with his forehead touching the floor.
“...alpha,” he whispered. Rengoku seemed pleased with that, humming happily as he sat on the cushion in front of Tanjiro, hands crossed and hiding in the sleeves of his yukata. He spared a glance at the man- he looked pretty energetic despite the patch over his eye, reminding
Tanjiro of all the physical brutality he went through the last time they met. “Are you healing up well?” He knows they were not supposed to know one another- but he couldn’t help but ask.
Rengoku smiled. “Wonderfully. Enough so that I can do this!” He barked out a laugh.
Rengoku smiled. “Wonderfully. Enough so that I can do this!” He barked out a laugh.
“You know... you smell more enticing than I remember.”
Tanjiro forgot he was sending out his pheromones. Pink paints his cheeks again as he stutters out an apology, fumbling with his hands in his lap. “S-sorry, I have to for the job-“
“I did not say it was bad!
Tanjiro forgot he was sending out his pheromones. Pink paints his cheeks again as he stutters out an apology, fumbling with his hands in his lap. “S-sorry, I have to for the job-“
“I did not say it was bad!
I said it was enticing.” There’s not much warning before Tanjiro is pushed down on his back, his Aniki looming over him with his bright vermillion eyes still shining. His scent is heavier than Tanjiro remembers. “R-Ren-“
A finger placed on his lips, Rengoku leans down,
A finger placed on his lips, Rengoku leans down,
lips curved upward. “No, no...”
Tanjiro swallows. “Alpha.” His voice cracks. “What are you doing..?”
Rengoku, hands on either side of Tanjiro’s head, leans down so their chests are touching, his nose poking against the collar on Tanjiro’s neck.
Tanjiro swallows. “Alpha.” His voice cracks. “What are you doing..?”
Rengoku, hands on either side of Tanjiro’s head, leans down so their chests are touching, his nose poking against the collar on Tanjiro’s neck.
The boy feels his chest expand as he deeply inhales. “I assumed the owner would have told you about what happens next.” There’s a twirling in Tanjiro’s gut that drops when through the collar, Rengoku’s teeth poke at his neck, a sound rumbling deep from his chest.
“Cursed thing,” he mumbles.
It’s hard to ignore Rengoku’s scent now, arousal so heavy in the air that it makes him dizzy to simply be this close to it, breathing it in. His hands, much smaller in comparison, lift to Rengoku’s chest and \ push. “I... have to look for the demon...
It’s hard to ignore Rengoku’s scent now, arousal so heavy in the air that it makes him dizzy to simply be this close to it, breathing it in. His hands, much smaller in comparison, lift to Rengoku’s chest and \ push. “I... have to look for the demon...
He has a mission. That’s why he’s here- that’s why Rengoku is here too, right?
No. Hips pressing down, Tanjiro can feel the Alpha’s hardness through the fabric of their clothes, pressing against him and grinding forward. Tanjiro is simply breathless as he takes in more of
No. Hips pressing down, Tanjiro can feel the Alpha’s hardness through the fabric of their clothes, pressing against him and grinding forward. Tanjiro is simply breathless as he takes in more of
Rengoku’s scent.
“If you do your job, like a good prostitute, I can tell you what I know, boy.” He whispers it in his ear, his hips continuously humping slow against the Omega beneath him. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”
It does. For some reason he can’t place, it really does.
“If you do your job, like a good prostitute, I can tell you what I know, boy.” He whispers it in his ear, his hips continuously humping slow against the Omega beneath him. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”
It does. For some reason he can’t place, it really does.
Tanjiro’s hands clutch at Rengoku’s robes, his body shaking as the Alpha sucks on the skin of his jaw and neck. Overwhelmed, he’s overwhelmed, he’s hot... he can’t think. “I... Alpha,” his tongue is heavy in his mouth as he swallows.
They shouldn’t do this.
They shouldn’t do this.
But Rengoku, he makes it so hard to think. His scent is thicker and thicker, his arousal pressing hot against Tanjiro’s growing erection under his clothes. His large hands moving past the layered fabric and feeling cool on his burning hot skin. “Why...?” He has to ask.
Above him, Rengoku hums, and his hands move out from Tanjiro’s yukata and up toward his neck. His fingers fumbling with the collar wrapped around it. “You are a beautiful boy, a wonderful passion in your heart. And your smell...”
Tanjiro has no idea how he did it, the only lock
Tanjiro has no idea how he did it, the only lock
for the collar being away with the owner, but the collar slacks and opens. Rengoku carefully moves it away from his neck before chucking it across the room. He licks his lips before moving in, nose pressing right against Tanjiro’s scent gland with a deep inhale.
“Kamado,” Rengoku groans against his skin. His humping increases it’s fervor and Tanjiro finds himself opening up his legs, keening as the grind sends pools of heat in his stomach, the feeling of slick down his thighs. “You smell like you were made for me.”
Large hands start to peel off Tanjiro’s clothes, and the Omega lies dumbly on the floor, letting Rengoku do what he wants as he tries to breathe correctly. “You’d like it too, wouldn’t you? Your aniki just likes you so much... you were made for him.”
Rengoku’s teeth graze over his scent gland and it makes Tanjiro’s entire body shiver furiously. More slick smears between his legs, and he’s sure the Alpha can smell it by the way he harshly presses his hips down.
Made for Rengoku... that sounds right.
He can’t think.
Made for Rengoku... that sounds right.
He can’t think.
His mind feels too fogged over, his body feels too hot. “Alpha...” he whimpers, and his hands wrap around Rengoku’s broad shoulders, press him further against his small body.
When Rengoku’s teeth sink into his neck and claim him, it feels right. He was made for this.
When Rengoku’s teeth sink into his neck and claim him, it feels right. He was made for this.
