All of these are written for mitzbehaven / virtuous-golden-demon on Tumblr.
Originally posted to my blog Sanguine-Eclipse. (Blood Moon Yasuo Ask/RP Blog.)

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of sex and violence.


When he was with Jhin, the days seemed to meld together. He was almost able to ignore the effect of the phasing moon, save for the extremes. Jhin kept him at a constant high when he was in his company, treating the Yokai to such lovely delicacies in every waking moment. Were he elevated because of the full moon, Jhin would spend all day tending to Yasuo's insatiable lust. Were he held down by the new moon, Jhin would shower him in affection.

Such a lovely balance was found between them. The beast with his fiery passion, rivaled only by his commandeering master, who held his leash with a vice grip. And the beast gladly offered himself up as tribute, if only to be subjected to the master's torment. A glutton for punishment he'd become, and a greedy one at that.

Though certainly he felt as if he'd not done enough to please. Despite his constant good moods, the Yokai could never be truly broken away from the hatred he held for himself, and now it plagued even his best days. For weeks he searched for something. A present, of sorts, whether it be an object or an action, or perhaps even a person.

But Yasuo would not settle on just the first thing he found. ( Nor the fourth, even though he knew how much Jhin liked that number. ) Months passed and he searched every corner of Ionia, visiting every quaint little shop along the way. For once he didn't mind traveling around during the day, despite the odd looks he received because of his mask. No, this time he had purpose.

When he found the perfect gift, he mentally cursed himself for being so damn oblivious. The solution was so very obvious, and yet he'd let it slip so many times before.

As soon as he'd obtained them, he was quick to return home. He knew Jhin was not to return until later, and so he waited, examining each one to make sure it was in perfect condition. ( And they were. )

Yasuo greeted his master with a loving embrace, demanding his full attention. " I got you something. " He said simply, purring as the other draped his long arms around his neck.

" Oh? " He quipped, a single hand returning to remove his mask, setting it carefully atop the dresser to his side. " What's the occasion? "

" No occasion. Come. " His enthusiasm was glaringly obvious as he tugged the Virtuoso along, sitting him down on the bed. " Stay here. " And then he'd dash off into the other room, returning with a long case in hand. Placing it beside Jhin, he presented it to him with open hands. " Open it. "

Jhin took no time in hesitating, moving his hands along the edge to find the latches, flipping them open. The silver case was tossed open, and the Virtuoso's gaze fell upon its contents. A set of four blades, each a different weight and length, arranged atop a crimson pillow of the finest Ionian silk.

" Where did you get these? " He mused, not even bothering to glance up as he reached in to examine the first, the shortest, holding it carefully in his hands.

" Do you really want to know? " The Yokai laughed, climbing up beside the Virtuoso and laying his head on his shoulder.

" Did you steal them? " Not that it mattered, as Jhin wasn't exactly a strict enforcer of good social morals. Holding the blade by its handle, he held it out to his side, letting the light angle off of its immaculate surface.

" Mm, I can either explain where I got them… " A hand reached up to grasp the golden cybernetic, tilting the knife back to let it tap against his throat. " …or we can just cut to the chase. You know I can't do both. "

This brought a grin to Jhin's lips, fingers tightening along the hilt as he swung himself around, pressing the blade hard against the Yokai's throat as he brought himself down to straddle him.

" Naughty thing. "