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Who: Murata and Shinou
Where: Shinou's Temple
When: Right when Mura and Wolf came back from their honeymoon
Rated: R?
Summary: Murata is the only one that can seme Shinou. The end.
Honestly, who did Shinou think he was?
Well… obviously Shinou, but Murata didn’t particularly care for that part right now. Shinou liked to think that he could not be trifled with, that he was invincible, that everyone should fear the fact that he merely existed.
And yet, Murata was unfazed. He had always been the only person who could talk to Shinou like an equal, and he wasn’t about to change that, now. Nevermind that Shinou had tried to rape him in the past, that was almost accounted for. Murata had, after all, been Shinou’s lover in his first life and … had technically waited 4000 years for him… but Shinou was an asshat and Murata was in love with Wolfram, so none of that mattered anymore.
What did matter was that Shinou had raped Wolfram and that was something Murata would not allow.
So much that directly after Wolfram and Murata arrived home from their honeymoon, Murata made it a point to go and visit Shinou when Wolfram was busy in other affairs.
It felt like it had been forever since the last time Murata was at Shinou’s Temple. He wanted to say that it was like going home, but if that was the case, then it was like going home to a bitchy husband with a beer gut who beat his wife and then cheated on her… or something. It wasn’t like Murata knew this offhand.
Shinou knew from the start that his actions against Wolfram would bring the Daikenja home to him. Yeah, he had had his fun with various men and women, but he no longer had himself a Daikenja to play with… after all, the Great Sage had boosting powers that did a wonder on Shinou’s orgasms. And, bloody hell, did he miss those Sage-induced orgasms. Not even Wolfram could do it as well as the Sage could, even though he was a wonderful lay, all tiny and bendy and a little spitfire.
In either case, Shinou was delighted when he could sense the Daikenja’s presence looming closer and closer to him… so much that he was in the main foyer, ready to meet his little Sage as he entered.
Murata stopped dead in his tracks the moment he had opened the door. He hadn’t mentally prepared himself to the point he had wanted, so see Shinou right off the bat sent him reeling. He composed himself quickly, but not enough so that Shinou would miss it.
To compensate for this, he narrowed his eyes, hoping for some kind of dastardly effect.
Shinou laughed.
“Welcome back, Daikenja.” His voice was loud and booming, just like Murata expected. “And to what do I owe this beautiful occasion?”
“I think you may know.”
“Oh?” Shinou tapped his chin. “I… don’t know what you mean, Daikenja. Can we go somewhere to sit? I’m a little sore lately, you see, I devoured a tasty little fire user the other day and my legs are still a bit shaky.”
OH THAT BASTARD. Murata was sizzling, literally. His face was a dark red and was positively steaming. He did, however, figure that maybe if they were sitting in some kind of semi-civilized manner, things wouldn’t be so bad. So, he complied with his offer and pressed into a side room that was magically furbished with chairs and the like.
After taking a seat, Murata sighed and regained his almost-calm composure once more. “Now-“
“Oh, Daikenja… I’m so thirsty. Would you mind calling for a drink?”
“Yes, I would mind.”
“Could you do it anyway?”
SKDFBSLJGLASKJGLKSAJFGLAWKIFJAWLJA Murata said all of that in his head. Every letter. He got up, grumbled and went into the hall to find a priestess, told her this request and went back to the room with Shinou in it only to find that Shinou had gotten up and sat in the comfy chair Murata had in the first place and now Murata had to have the dumb chair. D:
“Now ca-“
“Daikenja, it’s rude to start the conversation before the guest has had something to drink.”
“But I’m the gu-“
“No talking back, you know the rules.”
Murata glowered in silence for a while, muttering curses under his breath that he knew Shinou could probably hear. With a great sigh, he placed his chin in his hands and counted to ten before standing up and speaking with a loud and clear voice.
“Shinou. I am going to get this out to you now and you are going to listen… right after you take your finger out of your ear… and stop looking out the window… and DAMNIT SHINOU PAY ATTENTION.” Murata never raised his voice. Ever. Some have even said that it was unable to even reach that loud in the first place, but his vocal cords made an exception just this once.
Shinou turned his head sharply to face the Sage and rolled his eyes, obviously giving up on the situation. “You’re no fun anymore.”
“I was never any fun.”
“… point taken. Go on.”
Murata closed his eyes and said a silent thank you before continuing. “I want you to stay away from Wo-“
“-you know, Daikenja, I miss talking to you like this. We used to talk all the time. How come we never talk anymore.”
“…”
“I mean, I went over to VISIT you and you weren’t even around. I had to talk with that thing you own… the one that yaps a lot.”
Murata could feel his blood starting to boil again. Where exactly was Shinou going with this---and then it all started to sink in.
So Shinou missed Murata, was that it? Of course, leave it to Shinou to go and rape Wolfram to prove a point. However, Murata really didn’t want to deal with Shinou when circumstances like that were going to be how they communicated. What, was Murata going to go, “Oh, you were lonely? Well, you raped my husband, but that’s okay! I’ll be your friend!”
No. Not gonna happen.
But still… Shinou had been the closest thing to a ‘best friend’ Murata had ever had and it was easy to give in to him. “I… I know. I’ve been… busy.”
“I’ll say. D:” Shinou frowned and folded his arms. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“Kindness.” Murata spat out automatically. “He actually LOVES me and doesn’t beat the shit out of me unless I want him to.”
“I… could do that.” Shinou blinked. “Just tell me when, and I can beat you up.”
“No! Not that… not at all it’s… he’s…”
“Better than me.”
“Something like that.”
“Well.” Shinou rubbed his temples and sighed once again. “I’m bigger than him, I hope you know that.”
“Size doesn’t matter to me.” Murata’s voice was even and serious. “I love Wolfram von Bielefeld for who he is and nothing you can say or do can change that.”
“D’aww….” Shinou jutted out his bottom lip. “You two are so incredibly cute together. Sure you don’t want to meet me in my chambers later? The both of you?”
“You’re human.” Murata quipped, reminding him. “I can cut off any appendage I like.”
Shinou stopped dead in his tracks. Stupid… human… body. Thing. Why was it that only the Daikenja… out of EVERYONE in the WORLD… only HE could possibly talk to him in an authoritarian tone. Crap. And his whole raping the husband of the Sage plan didn’t seem to go over well because he wasn’t sucking his dick, yet and that meant a failed plan. “You dare to harm the great Shinou? The Original Maou?”
Murata was already leaving, knowing his point had been made. “Yeah.” He said, after a while. “Because right now, you’re only human.”
Slam.
Shinou kicked at the floor, but jumped when it re-opened.
“Your water, sir?” The priestess offered.
“I’m not thirsty.” Shinou grumbled. “You can have it.”
“O…oh…” The priestess looked taken aback, for this was the first time Shinou had ever shared. <3
Where: Shinou's Temple
When: Right when Mura and Wolf came back from their honeymoon
Rated: R?
Summary: Murata is the only one that can seme Shinou. The end.
Honestly, who did Shinou think he was?
Well… obviously Shinou, but Murata didn’t particularly care for that part right now. Shinou liked to think that he could not be trifled with, that he was invincible, that everyone should fear the fact that he merely existed.
And yet, Murata was unfazed. He had always been the only person who could talk to Shinou like an equal, and he wasn’t about to change that, now. Nevermind that Shinou had tried to rape him in the past, that was almost accounted for. Murata had, after all, been Shinou’s lover in his first life and … had technically waited 4000 years for him… but Shinou was an asshat and Murata was in love with Wolfram, so none of that mattered anymore.
What did matter was that Shinou had raped Wolfram and that was something Murata would not allow.
So much that directly after Wolfram and Murata arrived home from their honeymoon, Murata made it a point to go and visit Shinou when Wolfram was busy in other affairs.
It felt like it had been forever since the last time Murata was at Shinou’s Temple. He wanted to say that it was like going home, but if that was the case, then it was like going home to a bitchy husband with a beer gut who beat his wife and then cheated on her… or something. It wasn’t like Murata knew this offhand.
Shinou knew from the start that his actions against Wolfram would bring the Daikenja home to him. Yeah, he had had his fun with various men and women, but he no longer had himself a Daikenja to play with… after all, the Great Sage had boosting powers that did a wonder on Shinou’s orgasms. And, bloody hell, did he miss those Sage-induced orgasms. Not even Wolfram could do it as well as the Sage could, even though he was a wonderful lay, all tiny and bendy and a little spitfire.
In either case, Shinou was delighted when he could sense the Daikenja’s presence looming closer and closer to him… so much that he was in the main foyer, ready to meet his little Sage as he entered.
Murata stopped dead in his tracks the moment he had opened the door. He hadn’t mentally prepared himself to the point he had wanted, so see Shinou right off the bat sent him reeling. He composed himself quickly, but not enough so that Shinou would miss it.
To compensate for this, he narrowed his eyes, hoping for some kind of dastardly effect.
Shinou laughed.
“Welcome back, Daikenja.” His voice was loud and booming, just like Murata expected. “And to what do I owe this beautiful occasion?”
“I think you may know.”
“Oh?” Shinou tapped his chin. “I… don’t know what you mean, Daikenja. Can we go somewhere to sit? I’m a little sore lately, you see, I devoured a tasty little fire user the other day and my legs are still a bit shaky.”
OH THAT BASTARD. Murata was sizzling, literally. His face was a dark red and was positively steaming. He did, however, figure that maybe if they were sitting in some kind of semi-civilized manner, things wouldn’t be so bad. So, he complied with his offer and pressed into a side room that was magically furbished with chairs and the like.
After taking a seat, Murata sighed and regained his almost-calm composure once more. “Now-“
“Oh, Daikenja… I’m so thirsty. Would you mind calling for a drink?”
“Yes, I would mind.”
“Could you do it anyway?”
SKDFBSLJGLASKJGLKSAJFGLAWKIFJAWLJA Murata said all of that in his head. Every letter. He got up, grumbled and went into the hall to find a priestess, told her this request and went back to the room with Shinou in it only to find that Shinou had gotten up and sat in the comfy chair Murata had in the first place and now Murata had to have the dumb chair. D:
“Now ca-“
“Daikenja, it’s rude to start the conversation before the guest has had something to drink.”
“But I’m the gu-“
“No talking back, you know the rules.”
Murata glowered in silence for a while, muttering curses under his breath that he knew Shinou could probably hear. With a great sigh, he placed his chin in his hands and counted to ten before standing up and speaking with a loud and clear voice.
“Shinou. I am going to get this out to you now and you are going to listen… right after you take your finger out of your ear… and stop looking out the window… and DAMNIT SHINOU PAY ATTENTION.” Murata never raised his voice. Ever. Some have even said that it was unable to even reach that loud in the first place, but his vocal cords made an exception just this once.
Shinou turned his head sharply to face the Sage and rolled his eyes, obviously giving up on the situation. “You’re no fun anymore.”
“I was never any fun.”
“… point taken. Go on.”
Murata closed his eyes and said a silent thank you before continuing. “I want you to stay away from Wo-“
“-you know, Daikenja, I miss talking to you like this. We used to talk all the time. How come we never talk anymore.”
“…”
“I mean, I went over to VISIT you and you weren’t even around. I had to talk with that thing you own… the one that yaps a lot.”
Murata could feel his blood starting to boil again. Where exactly was Shinou going with this---and then it all started to sink in.
So Shinou missed Murata, was that it? Of course, leave it to Shinou to go and rape Wolfram to prove a point. However, Murata really didn’t want to deal with Shinou when circumstances like that were going to be how they communicated. What, was Murata going to go, “Oh, you were lonely? Well, you raped my husband, but that’s okay! I’ll be your friend!”
No. Not gonna happen.
But still… Shinou had been the closest thing to a ‘best friend’ Murata had ever had and it was easy to give in to him. “I… I know. I’ve been… busy.”
“I’ll say. D:” Shinou frowned and folded his arms. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“Kindness.” Murata spat out automatically. “He actually LOVES me and doesn’t beat the shit out of me unless I want him to.”
“I… could do that.” Shinou blinked. “Just tell me when, and I can beat you up.”
“No! Not that… not at all it’s… he’s…”
“Better than me.”
“Something like that.”
“Well.” Shinou rubbed his temples and sighed once again. “I’m bigger than him, I hope you know that.”
“Size doesn’t matter to me.” Murata’s voice was even and serious. “I love Wolfram von Bielefeld for who he is and nothing you can say or do can change that.”
“D’aww….” Shinou jutted out his bottom lip. “You two are so incredibly cute together. Sure you don’t want to meet me in my chambers later? The both of you?”
“You’re human.” Murata quipped, reminding him. “I can cut off any appendage I like.”
Shinou stopped dead in his tracks. Stupid… human… body. Thing. Why was it that only the Daikenja… out of EVERYONE in the WORLD… only HE could possibly talk to him in an authoritarian tone. Crap. And his whole raping the husband of the Sage plan didn’t seem to go over well because he wasn’t sucking his dick, yet and that meant a failed plan. “You dare to harm the great Shinou? The Original Maou?”
Murata was already leaving, knowing his point had been made. “Yeah.” He said, after a while. “Because right now, you’re only human.”
Slam.
Shinou kicked at the floor, but jumped when it re-opened.
“Your water, sir?” The priestess offered.
“I’m not thirsty.” Shinou grumbled. “You can have it.”
“O…oh…” The priestess looked taken aback, for this was the first time Shinou had ever shared. <3