Twenty minutes. Only twenty minutes and his body was already glued to the grass, with his four limbs extended and irregular breathing. He was sweating, his skin stained a deep red from the effort. The paleness of his complexion made that color appear stronger than it really was. Powdered, without further explanation. All for not giving in to asking Aoi for help and preparing the most suitable training. Tanjirou was trying to do everything had in the hands, but he did not know which exercises were the most optimal for a delicate Inosuke. He came to think that was even being too hard on him, physically speaking, and didn't know how to lower the level anymore. The demon barely resisted a run, could not lift some not-so-large stones, was unable to strike without hurting himself while the target remained intact.

Two disastrous nights.

"Really, we should ask for help for this. Come on, it will be no different than when we trained after the Mount Natagumo fight." The redhead could only try to convince him to give in. Was squatting next to him.

"Never! I won't go through that shit again."

"I do." Zenitsu spoke, dancing foolishly at the idea of repeating such a pleasant training with the girls. They were his only motivation.

"I'm hungry..." he complained. The demon that hunted only gave him to endure a couple of days. It was the bad thing about devouring only low-ranking demons. Luckily, his unsatisfied appetite hadn't made a dent yet.

The red swordsman sighed. That was a problem. Without food, in half a day more, he would become even weaker, and that was not the plan. They already needed a more stable solution to replace almost daily demon hunting. There were simply times when there was not one nearby, the young wild could not always depend on something like that. Tanjirou watched him closely for a few seconds. They knew what skills he had lost: strength and endurance. But what about the rest? Would check it out. Knelt between Inosuke's slightly spread-out legs, took them and spread them sideways, pulling them up a little. He looked at him with a frown and confusion, but what Tanjirou was noticing was something else; not a single grimace of pain. Such an open posture would make anyone suffer. His elasticity was there, perfectly.

"What the hell are you doing, Gonpachiro?"

The blond didn't want to look, he was about to run away, thinking about the dirtiest thing he could think of and cursing the fact that the demon wore nothing but a fur skirt and a white cloth inside. It would not be the first time that he saw certain... things. Among the three they had already witnessed everything thanks to some thermal baths, especially in the Wisteria houses. It was nothing new, but neither was he going to set his sights on a voluntary basis. How awful.

"Tanjirou, God, cover him!" he screeched.

"Cover him?" and it was that the redhead had not realized the misunderstanding of the situation. Nor did it matter so much. Not until, posing his reddish gaze, the heat rose to his face, and a small part of it went down to other areas. It turned into the cheeks of a strong crimson and slammed the other's legs shut. "Sorry!"

The wild boy understood nothing.

"Hah? You're both weird. Are you right in the head?" did not understand what those reactions were coming from. Was there something wrong, perhaps? It didn't seem like it, otherwise Tanjirou would have worried instead of being like that.

"Spoke..." Zenitsu whispered so that he was not heard.

"Oh, no. Nothing happens." The redhead boy sighed calmly, not realizing that he still had his hands on the thighs of the other man, although closed. "I was testing to see if you maintained flexibility. It's good to see that yes." smiled sweetly, causing joyous and uncomfortable jumps in the heart of the demon, who turned his pupils aside. The swordsman took the opportunity to trying bring a sudden hit to his cheek. Tanjirou was not planning punch him. If he did not withdraw, would stop sooner. Watched, pleased, as Inosuke dodged and looked at him with an angry grimace.

"What the fuck, Tanketsu?!" he kicked him in the chest with the sole of the foot. An attack nothing effective that only caused a slight laugh in the attacked.

"Relax, I wasn't going to really hit you." explained briefly. "Your reflexes and reaction speed are the same. So we have fewer things to work on." listened, without erasing his warm smile, as the other young man clicked his tongue.

"Careful with what you do. I only need a knee or an elbow to kill you." and he was right. Those horn-shaped bones required no force to stab someone. Contrary to what he wanted, he made the redhead laugh.

"I already knew you took that into account." remembered even when he nailed him the elbow bone in the fight he had with Nezuko. Did not much like to remember. That hit did not give him, luckily, in any dangerous area. He could have really killed him.

Inosuke, hearing their response, was flattered. His pride rose, transforming her annoyed expression into a haughty and content one.

"Of course! I wouldn't ignore something like that. It's because I'm great." He sat down and crossed his arms, satisfied.

"Yes, you are." and Tanjirou did nothing but happily encourage him.

"Ah... Here we go again..." the blond boy was tired of his comrade' self-centeredness, and of the flattery the redhead was doing him from behind. They made him nauseous.

They finished shortly afterwards to go to their respective rooms and sleep. Tanjirou wanted to accompany the demon to his, and he did not refuse. There was a silence too strange for the redhead. Tried to make conversation, but it didn't work. Inosuke replied dryly and too briefly. Something was wrong. He was overly thoughtful, and the young wild was not what they thought. He smelled of helplessness. Imagined he was repeating the same situation as when his throat was broken. He was starting to fall into another depression because of his obsession with being strong. Could deduce it thanks to the time had known him. The swordsman closed the door after entering. Sat down on the edge of the bed, next to each other, who got rid of the boar's head and reluctantly left it on top of the nearest piece of furniture. He had disheveled up a bit, but Tanjirou took care of it, running his fingers through the dark strands.

"You know you can trust me, I will listen to everything you have to say. Don't shut it up..." advised in a soft tone, slightly worried, but encouraging.

"Sorry for being weak..." that phrase had heard a long time ago. It was exactly the same problem.

"Inosuke, you are not weak. It's just a couple of your abilities have decreased because you couldn't move. That's not your level of truth. The reality is another; You are the strongest person I have ever known who does not need weapons to fight." was not answered, which did not know if it was good or bad. Couldn't know what was going through the demon's head. He watched him with his heterochromatic eyes, illuminated by the bluish glow that filtered through the half-closed window. "This happened to you before, and you were much worse than now. You can do this and much more." took his pale hands in hims, expressing all the support had for him. Much to his regret, he didn't force the wild boy to continue looking at him. He had cocked his dark head to hide his emotional weakness in the face of the situation. He hated feeling like this, knew him, so didn't want to force him. "Being sad is not bad, Inosuke. It means that you have feelings and that you are strong enough to endure them and carry on." It seemed to turn on a light in the bluish-hair head. A small flame of hope that made him look again at those reddish eyes that sent so much love to him.

"For real?" He sounded mildly excited, incredulous, if a little suspicious. He watched the swordsman nod with implacable determination. The firm and determined gesture was enough to fully believe him. A wide and smiling smile was converting his expression to one so beautiful, so pretty. Surely he had put that face a million times, but because of the mask, no one could ever see him. It was a real shame that he disliked his face precisely because it was beautiful.

"Yes, I would never lie. And if I do, I'm very easy to discover. I can't lie without making a face of pain." let out a slight laugh that further fueled the flame of happiness in the other boy.

"I would pay a lot of acorns to see that face."

His occurrence caused the intensity of the redhead's laughter to rise, but it was somewhat controlled by how late it was.

"To see if there is luck and you will see it someday."

As the soft laughter subsided, the young savage remained silent. Until the laugh stopped and Inosuke decided to speak again.

"Monjiro." he called his attention.

"Yeah?" rubbed a tiny tear from his left eye with suppressed laughter.

"Kiss me."

Tanjirou stared at him for a few seconds, blinking and analyzing the word. Still did not understand that Inosuke himself, always oblivious to intimate feelings, so innocent and so childish, said that kind of thing. But it was not unpleasant at all. It meant that he was learning, expanding his experience as a real person, opening his world. The smile gave him filled the air with sweetness, but not as much as the demon's. Every time they tightened their ties, he gave off a very sweet scent. Could smell it many times before; in the villages, on the streets, in his own house. The smell of young and old couples, the smell of their own parents between them. The smell of love. It calmed his heart so much to perceive it, know the boy was showing him was genuine and sincere. With pleasure, complied with his request, gently placing his lips on the others. Provided several of them, slow and full with love, giving a tenderness and tranquility that forced the demon to embrace him in the meantime, passing his arms over the larger shoulders and surrounding his neck. The redhead responded in a similar way, pulling him closer to the back and the nape of his neck, delicately hooking part of his bluish hair.

Little by little, without any rush, the millions of award-winning kisses ended up culminating in one, hot, passionate, wet. A war had broken out between them that made the blood flow faster, spreading powerful colors on the skins on their faces. Tanjirou felt dizzy from the intense enjoyment of lust. Although it was not he who was adding it. Inosuke, unaware of what he was doing, was adding dangerous and provocative sensuality. Tanjirou didn't know where he had learned that from, or if it simply came from him as a virtue. Considering the null experience of the demon, the second option was correct. The faint splashing sounds of their fighting tongues ignited with great risk their most primitive desires. One knew what those sensations meant, while the other had no idea and just let himself go, without knowing what he was exposing himself to. They both felt new tickles. They weren't unpleasant, but it made them feel anxious and desperate for more. Little by little, the redhead lost the senses, and gradually heeding his instincts, gradually threw his weight on the other boy, forcing him to put his legs on the bed and abandon the sitting posture. His pale back leaned against the headboard, staying comfortable and not breaking contact. There was no problem with their breaths, they accompanied them at the appropriate times and they did not have to separate. But Inosuke did it for a moment, not seeing that shiny translucent thread dangling from both lips. It easily broke.

"Kenjiro, do something..." It almost could have seemed like he was begging if it hadn't been for that angry and puckered expression.

"What?" called out in a hoarse whisper of which he was ashamed himself, further increasing the color of his cheeks. Didn't understand what the boy was referring to, causing him to become more upset.

"Do something, I don't know what. But I feel anxious and desperate!" He raised his voice a little, making use of his aggressive and ragged tone, the one that imposed so much, normally used behind the mask. It was so difficult to attribute a sound like that with a face like his... His null explanation did not make Tanjirou understand, so he had to use his head, remaining silent. "Argh, fuck!" He devoured the lips of the other boy again, could not stay apart for long, he needed. And it was pleasantly reciprocated, recovering the previous level, so intense and hot.

As he plunged into sensuality once more, the redhead continued to ponder the demon's confused request. It was only a few seconds to finish making sure what was the mystery he wanted. He said he felt anxious and desperate about something, which led him to think that those lewd kisses were too little for him. The same thing happened to him, and that meant only one thing. Despite the growl of disagreement he gave him, left Inosuke's mouth and proceeded to pay attention to his pale neck. Remembered saying that would not perform that particular act again until he asked. And he just asked him. Not directly or knowingly, but he did. Sucked on his skin, causing a new sound in the young wild, who was immediately shocked to lose control of his actions and tried to avoid it.

"I told you not..." He held his breath and closed the eyes tight against the licks that covered him. "I don't..." He tried to finish saying it so that he would listen to him and stop. "Like it..." His voice gave up with the last words, letting out in a sigh. He was lying, had just been aware. He liked it, was calming that anxiety a little. What he didn't understand was why the first time he didn't like it. Ah, he remembered, because felt weak. But no longer had to, Tanjirou had made it clear to him that in one way or another, he was the strongest, regardless of whether he thought otherwise of himself with some situations that eluded him. Although he was concerned about generating such strange noises, he tried to silence. But it was impossible, not only because of the mischievous lips and teeth that played on the surface of his neck as if it were his house, but because of the rough, but gentle, hands that ran from his pecs to his belly and waist, increasing the chills of ironic heat. Brought his fist to his mouth and bit into it in a vague attempt to drown out the sounds a little. He bled, his fangs were too big and sharp, but didn't care. His narrowed eyes glittered, watching a sparkling, colorful void. His other hand continued behind the reddish head, clutching strands to relax his body as best he could.

Tanjirou perceived each of his aromas. The previous sweetness mixed with a very spicy and attractive one. Hadn't smelled that on anyone before, and thought he knew why. It could be attributed to sexual arousal. Was very proud to have caused such a thing in Inosuke. Burn him in that fiery way, just as his own sword bathed in blazing flames when he used it. Was doing the same to him in a much more humane way. The negative of it was that he was also burning, but had to endure. Could not launch himself fully or could offend him, or even hurt him. Little by little, descended on the smooth and sensitive surface of the demon, who sometimes wriggled a little along with some forced whining. Kissed, licked and nibbled everything in his path. Began toying with the apex of one of his flat pecs, causing a sudden spasm and a gasp. It was a good sign. Continued his work, gently abusing that peach candy while pinching, pressing, and rubbing the only free one. He knew that the wild boy was trying to silence himself by biting, but it was already useless. The volume had risen and resisting was a futile act. He looked so small compared to him because of the natural growth of teenagers. A growth he did not have the certainty of knowing Inosuke would have in his life. Although, for the moment, it was something without importance. It didn't matter to him if he was the same size or different. Just wanted to love him, care for him, enjoy who he was. The caresses had become so sweet that they spread contrary to an almost heavenly calm, letting out all kinds of beautiful and velvety sounds without pressure. They were not his own, so light. But Tanjirou loved it. Wished could hear him speak, too, with that softness in his voice, without having to imitate that of a rude and aggressive man. He must have sounded so beautiful...

They were both in a cloud of cotton that seemed to float them in infinite glee. His inveterate mouth continued downward, and her hands gripped the edge of that animal fur skirt. Had no trouble pulling it out along with the white cloth, Inosuke was not shy about his body, Mother Earth had given him a very natural view of the bodies of every living being, a view that did not need to be hidden for any reason because he considered silly. He only dressed to protect his most delicate areas from the most extreme cold or heat. And in the case of the slayer's pants, before being a demon, only by regulation. Tanjirou liked the boy's open attitude about it, he was not scared of anything. The young wild did not understand well the reason why his only two clothes were removed, but he was not going to stop and think about it, he did not care. Although he began to feel tense the further down the redhead. Uncomfortable, but anxious. He didn't know how to react. Then he saw his own intimacy, opening the eyes wide. Why was it up high? And why did it look bigger? He did not understand what the hell had happened down there, only that it was palpitating, slightly painful and rigid.

"What the fuck are you going to-? Hah?!" the last moan had a slight doubtful tone when noticing how the bigger hand took it. Without pressing, quite the contrary. The reflected beats increased, though, sending electrical currents through his belly, through his chest. He gripped the sheets tightly, wrinkling them between his claws. His legs began to stiffen together, motionless as stones, and her toes curled. "Ahh... Why-what?... Mmh!" wanted to ask why he was doing this to him, what he was looking for, but couldn't say too many things at once. And he wasn't disliking it either, quite the contrary. He wanted more for some reason, he know it, only was not going to say it out loud. Threw his black head back for a moment as he felt that hard hand move around, gently rising and falling and occasionally rubbing the pink, sensitive tip with the thumb. Unconsciously, his hip began to make very slight undulating movements, also changing the objective of his grip, which was now his partner's red hair, tousling it and causing random strands to fall on the scarred forehead. He was dying mentally in the veils of pleasure, drawing countless sonorous expressions from his throat to match his reddened, sweaty, lewd face.

And Tanjirou was only rejoicing at the full views. Still touching him, returned to put his lips to work on the skin of the other, taking his salty taste and sweet and spicy aroma. Was driving the demon crazy, was aware. If not, he wouldn't be letting out all kinds of tones and noises, moans and grunts, slight screams and sighs. And it was he who caused it, was so proud to be doing it right, to follow his instincts so as not to be wrong in a bad move. Sometimes letting wildness loose was the best option. Moved closer to his ear, leaving a trail of kisses. Bit his ear very gently and licked it a little, eliciting yet another moan.

"Inosuke..." whispered, wanting to increase the temperature more. They were both really beside themselves. Increased the speed of his hand, causing more strain on the other body. The sensations gave him forced to close his heterochromatic eyes for the first time in all the time. It only intensified his already sensitive sense of touch. "You smell so sweet..." could notice under his fingers and palm the reflections of the racing heart of the young wild, was very close. Was also able to find out because gradually his pale legs were spreading a little wider. Kissed him again, not hesitating to introduce the tongue and return to a battle of power. This time, was going to cheat. The opposite hand massaged the perineum. It only took him to descend an inch or two and touch a delicate opening that forced Inosuke to jump on the spot, breaking the kiss and losing before that assault.

"Hey!... That i-is not a place for...! Don't touch!" that was already too uncomfortable. He did not understand why Tanjirou was playing there, if that was useless and, according to him, did not give any pleasure. Immediately, he slammed the legs shut, preventing him from brushing against anything else. Luckily, the redhead boy understood perfectly and pushed that evil hand away.

"Sorry, I rushed." It seemed that the young wild boy was not yet ready for that great step. Could smell a lot of unease on him because of that. Instead, was going to compensate him. Lowered his lips again, leaving a trail of bites and purple marks on his abdomen. Stopped at the level of the pelvis and watched from below that face oscillating between curiosity, desire and lust. Without warning, began to lick the pink cusp, still working with his hand. The intense gasp could have been heard in the next room, could see how the demon had thrown his head back and was going back to straighten it, with tiny tears peeking from his bright eyes.

"T-That's not ea-ten... stupid..." shaked with every contraction that went up. It drove him crazy that Tanjirou do that. He didn't care as long as the slayer didn't give him a bite. It felt like flying. Imprisoned in the swordsman's hot and humid mouth, letting himself be won by his hyperactive tongue and his lips that rose and fell, accompanying that hand. Hisbreathing became more and more erratic, racing. Surely, Tanjirou could sense his pounding heartbeat through what he considered a delicacy. The stiffness was present in an inexperienced body. He freaked out with the feeling that he was going to explode any minute soon. He didn't want to die of a self-caused explosion, it would be embarrassing. "Stop! I-I'm going to explode!" He was trying to make the redhead see how serious the situation was. Contrary to what he thought, could only stifle a scream when the swordsman did what he did not want him to do; go faster. He began to sob, not out of fear, if the boy continued it was because he was going to be fine, but because of the excessive pleasure that filled all his senses. He no longer knew how to react to vent it, moaning, screaming, laughing, or crying. Had no idea, so let his nature choose, and he was crying and groaning at the same time. He gave a powerful scream, laden with the greatest lust. He had exploded. A powerful electric current accompanied by a strong contraction went up his belly again, through his chest and culminated in his head with thousands of sparkling flashes that clouded all his judgment, at the same time filling the opposite mouth without realizing it. His muscles relaxed suddenly and he fell to a dead weight, still leaning against the headboard. He was breathing badly, with difficulty. Couldn't be fully aware of his surroundings.

Tanjirou did not move away when all this happened. Preferred to take it and swallow at once rather than clean up a possible mess. Sat up and looked at the demon exhausted and without strength. Approached him and he straightened the dark head, which had him on one side. He opened his damp, shiny eyes, fixing them on the reddish ones. Without waiting for anything else, Tanjirou kissed him with his own unique sweetness. When they broke the kiss, the redhead made sure that the wild boy had fallen asleep. Smiled full of tenderness and conformity. Settled the smallest body in bed and stood up. He had a big problem that he couldn't solve. But he was not going to be martyred, it was nothing that a time in the bathroom could not fix.

After a few minutes, he returned satisfied and calm to the room. Noticed the difference in atmosphere. It was too hot in there. It was normal, the window could not be opened and the door had to be kept closed for Inosuke's safety. His solution was to undress, that night would sleep with him. Letting him wake up alone after what they had done could make him feel terrible. Besides, wanted to hug him and not separate anymore. Once in the same condition as the demon, he got into bed behind him and covered both with a thin and fresh sheet up to under the arms. Moved over the opposite waist and left his hand dangling there, brushing that smooth belly. He drew him, completely sticking his pale back to his own chest and torso. Wasn't bothered by the wild man's scattered hair, could breathe in the scent of pine and forest. Planted a soft kiss between his neck and shoulder, giving him good night.

He could confirm it with certainty; was hopelessly in love and he wasn't going to let him go.