More and more and more, until y'all say stop.

Pairing: Rengoku Kyoujurou/Kamado Tanjirou

Rating: T

Demon Slayer belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge.

Tanjirou was so cute in his sleep, Kyoujurou came to realize. The unnatural sleep of his coma had left Kyoujurou feeling off when he had watched the young slayer sleep, but now Tanjirou was cute. He curled up in the sheets of his futon and bunched the blankets up over his face, causing him to snore lightly throughout the night.

Truth be told Kyoujurou should feel perverted, watching his little Tsuguko sleep in the dead of night was something that he never thought he would have done. However, Kyoujurou promised that he would be there to wake Tanjirou should he begin to have a nightmare. And at first the younger slayer thought that maybe Kyoujurou would come running if he heard him have a nightmare.

Instead Kyoujurou decided for him and Tanjirou to share a bed.

It was inappropriate, yes, but the selfish part of Kyoujurou whispered that it was fine.

Being the good boy he was, Tanjirou had been concerned with being a bother to the Hashira but Kyoujurou had waved off his concerns. He had been the one to suggest that he and Tanjirou should sleep together, not the other way around. Kyoujurou didn't mind having Nezuko around, though he was slightly uncomfortable with her sleeping in the same room when he and Tanjirou were sleeping, but he couldn't bear having Tanjirou upset at not having his sister with him. So while he didn't like having the little demon sleeping in the same room, he allowed it.

Sometimes she would join him and Tanjirou in their futon in her baby form.

Nezuko would bury herself in between the two and nuzzle lightly into her brother's chest as the two slept. When this happened any irk Kyoujurou had at having Nezuko intrude on his time with Tanjirou evaporated. There was something natural at seeing Tanjirou sleeping with a baby curled close to him, and Kyoujurou would smile lightly before letting himself fall asleep too.

He would awake with his body caging Nezuko between him and her brother; a protective arm slung around the siblings to pull them close to him.

These nights were the easiest.

The hard nights were when he would put Nezuko in her box, whenever he and Tanjirou had to stop at a Wisteria house or if they were anywhere other than the Rengoku Estate or the Butterfly Estate. The unfamiliar setting put Tanjirou on edge and would trigger his nightmares again. While he was having less and less nightmares since the Train incident a couple months ago, when Tanjirou had a nightmare it took all Kyoujurou had to keep him from harming himself.

When he did have a nightmare, Tanjirou would wake at Kyoujurou's prompting but would fall back asleep near instantly and trigger another nightmare. This would happen again and again until Tanjirou would finally be able to keep himself from falling asleep, but most of the time when this happened it would already be dawn and they would have to start the day.

This was one of those nights.

Kyoujurou had went along with Tanjirou, Hashibira, and Agatsuma on a mission to exterminate a demon targeting children in a village in the Flame Hashira's sector. While he didn't need to go along, Kyoujurou knew that this would be a multi day mission and chose to stay alert in the village while the others hunted the demon down.

The Hashira didn't sleep until the demon had been killed, and the village was safe.

It had been three days.

So when an innkeeper had offered him and his Tsugukos two rooms for the night he had accepted immediately. Him and the young slayers had divided into two groups, Agatsuma and Hashibira (much to Agatsuma's dismay, since the boar boy liked picking fights at all hours of the night) and Tanjirou and Kyoujurou. Tanjirou had heaved Nezuko's box higher onto his back and wished his friends a goodnight before following the Flame Hashira to their room.

Kyoujurou's heart had been filled with affection when Tanjirou had changed from his slayer's uniform and into the yukata provided by the inn before he had laid out two futons next to each other. He had tried to coax Nezuko from her box, but when she refused to move he merely smiled at her and crawled into his bedding.

It took Kyoujurou only a few minutes to change from his own clothing to the ones provided to him, but he pulled his hair loose and followed suit. The second his head hit the pillow he had fallen asleep. His dreams were sweet while they lasted, since he awoke to the sound of a blade being pulled from its sheath. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and with his one good eye he saw Tanjirou holding the Hashira's blade.

Never in his life had Kyoujurou moved quicker; not when he made his last charge at Upper Moon Three, not when he had been training his speed and stamina with Mitsuri, and not when he had ran with Tanjirou bleeding out in his arms.

The Flame Hashira damn near had to wrestle Tanjirou to the ground, "Tanjirou, wake up. It's me!"

Tanjirou's grip on his Nichirin blade was iron clad and no matter how much Kyoujurou pried he couldn't get the younger slayer's hands open. Kyoujurou wrapped his legs around Tanjirou's and forced them into a sitting position, doing his best to keep his blade from puncturing or wounding Tanjirou in any way. He put his arm around Tanjirou's torso to keep his back against his own chest in order to limit how far Tanjirou could go; effectively, trapping the eldest Kamado against his body.

Tanjirou struggled fruitlessly as Kyoujurou used his free hand to wrap around the one Tanjirou kept on the handle of his Nichirin blade.

"Wake up Tanjirou, my boy. Everything's alright, its just a bad dream," Kyoujurou said.

The Flame Hashira kept his mouth near Tanjirou's ear as he whispered reassurances to the younger boy. Tanjirou's arm trembled as he tried to move it, he tried to bring the blade closer to him and Kyoujurou's own unrelenting strength kept the blade at arm's length away from the two.

Suddenly pain burst through his head after Tanjirou slammed his head against the Hashira. Kyoujurou let out a pained groan but kept his body taught, despite Tanjirou slamming his head into his over and over. A small crack filled the room and the Hashira nearly choked when blood poured from his nose and down his face.

"Wake up Tanjirou!" his voice was nasally, and he could feel Tanjirou's heart rate increasing and his breathing get heavier.

He was waking up, but Kyoujurou worried about the kind of reaction that his Tsuguko would have. If it was negative then the two of them would be here all night, but if Tanjirou was coherent then he could calm him down and get him to sleep again. He struggled as he began to wake up and Kyoujurou tucked his face into Tanjirou's neck and merely held on

"Please, wake up Tanjirou," Kyoujurou whispered, "I'm here, you don't have to worry anymore. Wake up, wake up."

The Flame Hashira didn't notice when Tanjirou's grip on his Nichirin blade went slack and it slipped out of both of their hands. He didn't notice when Tanjirou slumped against his chest, instead Kyoujurou merely held him tighter in his grasp. "You're okay, I'm here, don't worry. I'm here, I'm here," he trailed off.

"Kyoujurou-?"

Kyoujurou's head snapped up and he saw Tanjirou with his head tilted back, and staring at him. Reminding Kyoujurou how months ago he had done the same thing with the Upper Moon's arm through his chest, but the arm he had slung across Tanjirou's chest told him that he was whole and safe. With his good eye he took in how Tanjirou was calming down and he relaxed and while he dropped his arms and untangled his legs. But made no move to shift them and kept Tanjirou loosely pulled against his chest.

The Hashira tipped his head back and reached up with his now freed arm and touched his nose gingerly. "My boy, has anyone told you that you have a remarkably hard head?" he groaned out as he used what little knowledge Shinobu had imparted on him about medical care and snapped his nose back into place.

When Tanjirou didn't say anything, Kyoujurou wiped his face clear of blood and adjusted Tanjirou in his lap so that he was sideways as he rested against Kyoujurou. The younger slayer was silent as he looked at the blood stains on Kyoujurou's face and on the sleeves of his yukata. Tanjirou looked up into Kyoujurou's eyes, one bright and vibrant while his left eye was milky and useless.

Instead of the annoyance he expected, Tanjirou was met with concern. The Hashira's scent gave off the impression of affection and something more subtle, despite the damage that Tanjirou had managed to do in his sleep. "Tanjirou? Are you okay? Have you woken up completely?" Kyoujurou asked, and Tanjirou merely shrugged.

He felt mortified and horrid at the moment.

For a moment he was back home, with all his siblings and his parents and everything was okay again. Then he blinked at the once bright blue sky was tainted the color of blood and Kyoujurou had been there. Bleeding out with a hole in his chest as he glared down at Tanjirou. He blamed Tanjirou for the deaths of his family, and when Tanjirou had looked down his entire family was at his feet. All killed in brutal ways.

Then Kyoujurou had fell, his head sliding from his shoulders and with Upper Moon Three gleefully standing there amid the carnage.

"You killed me," Kyoujurou's severed head had whispered.

"Why didn't you save us Onii-chan," Hanako cried from her spot at his feet.

"Nii-chan! I'm scared!" Rokuta screamed from the prison of his dead mother's arms.

Takeo's dull eyes bore into his soul, "You should have died with us."

Then the Upper Moon got in his face, with that huge grin that Tanjirou wanted to hit right off his face. "You couldn't even die right, Kamado Tanjirou. You are nothing, in fact you are worse than nothing," Akaza grinned. From the corner of his eyes he saw Kyoujurou's lips moving on his severed head, and Tanjirou was sure that he was trying to say something but Akaza was too loud for him to hear what the Hashira could have said.

"No matter what you do, you will never succeed," Akaza taunted him.

"You'll never turn Onee-chan back into a human," Takeo whispered.

"I hate you," he heard Kyoujurou's voice on the wind.

His face was right next to Akaza's and he couldn't bare to hear the filth the demon was spewing anymore. Tanjirou had reared his head back and slammed it into Akaza's without remorse. Faintly he could hear Kyoujurou begging him to wake up, and after a couple good hits with his head he felt the vice grip of someone clutching his body.

Then he smelled the familiar scent of pine tree filled his nostrils and when he came to he was sitting in Kyoujurou's lap. Awake and unharmed, but Kyoujurou was now sporting a bloody and broken nose.

"Tanjirou, my boy?" Kyoujurou rubbed the younger teen's arms in a comforting gesture, "Are you okay? Be honest with me."

Tears welled up in Tanjirou's eyes as he struggled to talk, so instead he shook his head. This was one of the worst nightmares he had, because this time it included Kyoujurou. If Kyoujurou had been the one to die that night, then Tanjirou wouldn't have known what to do then. The older man had been so helpful to him, helping him through his trauma and training and this was how Tanjirou repaid him? By attacking him in his sleep? By breaking his nose? He should have been better by now so that he could stop being a liability to the Hashira.

Kyoujurou had sighed and brought him closer to him, if that was possible, and rested his chin on Tanjirou's own head. "It's okay, do you want to talk about it?" and when Tanjirou shook his head no, Kyoujurou merely nodded. "Okay, would you like to try to go back to sleep?"

"No," Tanjirou whimpered.

"Are you scared of having another nightmare?" Kyoujurou asked, and at the responding nod he stood. With Tanjirou in his arms he made his way back to the futons and kicked aside a blanket. "Well, it'll be okay because I'll be there in case you have another nightmare." The blonde shushed Tanjirou when he made some paltry excuse that he could sleep in his own futon, or that he didn't mind starting his day super early.

Kyoujurou had lowered Tanjirou into the futon before slotting himself right next to the smaller male and pulling him close.

"Go to sleep my little Tsuguko, and if you have a nightmare I'll be right here for you."

Tanjirou's face was flushed as he was pulled into the Hashira's embrace. His face was pushed up against Kyoujurou's chest and he could practically smell the concern the elder slayer had for him. And he could also smell something vaguely familiar to him, it was the scent that his mother had whenever she would watch his father perform the family kagura.

Love, he could smell the Hashira's love for him.

He sighed as Kyoujurou bent slightly to grab the blanket and cover the two in it. The dark haired slayer fisted the material of Kyoujurou's yukata and nuzzled into the Hashira's neck. He gave the smooth skin a slight kiss before settling in for the night and doing his best to sleep.

And if Kyoujurou grinned as he held Tanjirou just a little bit tighter then it was no one's business.

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Though Kyoujurou did sigh when hours later he was being nudged aside by Nezuko when she finally decided she wanted to cuddle up to her older brother. She hmphed in a self satisfied way when she wiggled between the Hashira and his Tsuguko.

Kyoujurou swore that the little demon looked smug as she effectively blocked Tanjirou from him.

The Hashira threw an arm over his face and wanted nothing more than to go back to the Rengoku Estate, so Nezuko can finally have her own room back.

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Not because he wanted his own personal Tanjirou cuddle time.

Thanks everyone that supported me! Does this technically count as a slow burn since neither Tan or Kyo have acknowledged that they like the other?

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