'Well...not complaining about this sight. Onmyoji actually looks pretty good when he's not suffocating in those robes.' Shuten thought as he eyed the onmyoji sitting at one side of the table, between himself and Ibaraki who sat across from one another. 'Well...I'll get to see if he looks good without these clothes soon enough.'
Ibaraki rested his chin absentmindedly on the back of his hand, regarding both his lover and the onmyoji-the latter of whom honestly looked so lost sitting there with a cup of tea in front of him. A sly grin formed on the white-maned spirit's face-this could be a very fun night for all involved, if the onmyoji would agree to spend it with them...but getting that agreement, that consent, may prove the difficult part. No matter-he was certain that, between Shuten and himself, they could help the son of a fox find reason enough to join them in their bedroom.
Seimei, however, glanced between the two spirits-he suspected that, if he had his memory fully intact, he might have a better clue of how to deal with this situation, but, as it stood, he had not been this lost since waking up without his memories to begin with.
They had still not told him exactly why his presence was required-and there had not even been an apology, or an attempt at one, for abducting him from his home and carting him about in the manner that he had been. No, instead, Ibaraki had carried him-still over his shoulder like a sack of rice-inside of the manor and only set him down on his feet once they had entered this sitting room, Shuten pouring sake for himself and Ibaraki and letting Seimei choose if he would prefer some of the sake or a cup of tea. The Demon King had looked amused when he'd said that he would prefer the tea-it was too early in the day for him to drink sake in his own opinion-but the spirit had prepared it and handed him the cup without complaint, even telling him that he 'hoped Seimei liked it' as it was a special blend known only to Mt. Oe these days.
That honestly threw the onmyoji off, as he could not figure out why exactly Shuten Doji would care if he liked the tea blend or not-for the record, he was enjoying it very much and had offered his own compliments on it.
Once they were seated, a trio of small spirits had come in and set down a few containers of steamed fish, skewers of grilled meats and vegetables, and small cakes that resembled water droplets-nothing too heavy, though the onmyoji was very confused by the cakes, until Ibaraki had cheerfully explained that the cakes were a treat that one of the cooks had come up with ages ago and that they were delicious in his opinion. After eating one, Seimei had to agree with the chaotic spirit's assessment.
Overall, things could be worse...but they would be better if one of the two spirits-preferably both-would stop eyeing him as if he were a piece of honey-roasted meat, and kindly explain why exactly he was here.
"Okay...I think we should get on with this." Shuten said after a moment, smirking not unlike a cat with a mouse to play with. "First though...I hope you enjoyed dinner, Seimei."
"The food was exceptional. My compliments to your cooks, Shuten Doji." Seimei said, setting the cup of tea down and looking between the pair once more-Shuten Doji was calling him by name. This must be important. "Though...I am still rather curious as to why exactly I was requested so abruptly?"
Really, if they only wanted him to dine with them, they could have just asked him to instead of abducting him. He wasn't that hard to talk to, was he?
"I figured as much. Sorry-" No, not really. "-but we wanted this to be a little surprise."
Seimei raised a brow, then blinked-was it his imagination or had Ibaraki slid closer to him? He looked back at the Demon King as Shuten began to speak once more.
"See, here's the thing: we were talking a couple of days ago about wanting to...'spice things up' just a bit. What we settled on was bringing a third person in to our bedroom for a night-"
Seimei's eyes widened-oh no. No. They did not mean him...and Ibaraki was practically at his side, looking down at him with a grin that matched Shuten's perfectly. Shuten rested one forearm on the table as he leaned a bit closer.
"-We settled on you." Shuten said before blinking-the onmyoji almost looked like a frightened rabbit-and letting his smirk drop away into a small smile that he hoped at least looked reassuring. "Look, we're just laying things out. You want to say "no" and Ibaraki'll take you back home-no harm, no foul."
Ibaraki got the message and nodded, settling his hand on the onmyoji's own. "Even if you agree and then change your mind, you're still free to go. But...I think we'd both like it if you stayed the night. If not, again, I'll be happy escort you back to your home."
Seimei drew in a breath as he processed this-they wanted him in their bed. Just one night, but still...how does one deal with this? He didn't even remember if he had lain with anyone in such a manner before, let alone another man...and now two of the most powerful spirits in the realm wanted him to join them for one night just to entertain them? He frowned some at that-letting his mask slip just slightly. "I...am uncertain."
"What are you uncertain about?" Ibaraki asked, genuinely curious as Shuten raised a brow and regarded the onmyoji sitting with them-the Demon King frowned abit in thought before the lightning bolt struck his brain once more. "Just uncertain over doing it with two at once...or over the act itself?"
"More like I am uncertain if I have ever participated in such affairs before."
Ibaraki looked at Shuten-had they considered that? They seemed to like to forget that the onmyoji had lost many, if not all, of his memories not too unlike Shuten losing his own. The Demon King rested a fist against his chin in thought-well that was a bit of a dilemma, nothing that he would object to really, but still. "Then...that's a 'no'?"
"I...I am not certain. As I said, I do not recall if I have ever participated in such things before. I imagine I would become frustrating if I were to spend an evening with you both in such a manner."
Ibaraki looked back at Shuten in thought, the pair seemingly conversing with only their eyes-they wouldn't object to bringing a possible virgin into their bedroom...if anything, it would be interesting. Sure, they would be guiding the onmyoji, teaching him what he did not remember, or might not even know-that held an appeal all of its own really. If the white-haired man did agree to join them, they both knew that they would have to go slow with him, be gentle-a novelty on its own considering that their preferred sexual encounters with one another tended to lean more towards the rough side of things, both in the past and in the now.
But...there was a type of responsibility there as well-to take someone potentially inexperienced to bed with them, to teach them...it would almost be cruel to put the onmyoji out after.
Shuten inclined his head in thought-even if they didn't keep Seimei like they kept each other, the Demon King decided that he could be fine with keeping the onmyoji as a lover to the both of them...someone that they could share to spice things up, maybe even visiting the onmyoji to take care of him in his own home. There were interesting possibilities in such an arrangement. All be it, such a thing would require far more negotiation that a simple one night stand, but...what was the harm in going through with it? The worst that could be said was "no" after all.
Ibaraki locked eyes with the Demon King and nodded-agreeing as if he had read his lover's mind.
Shuten looked back at the onmyoji who had been watching them both as if he could read their silent conversation, and nodded as he moved himself closer to the pale man. Oddly, Seimei did not move away-not as if he would have gotten far anyway, with Ibaraki on his other side, practically at his back-but he did look up at the Demon King, expression mostly blank save for the confused uncertainty in his eyes. Shuten reached out and cupped the onmyoji's cheek in a hand-he glanced at Ibaraki who nodded in response-and spoke quieter as if to calm the man's nerves. "I wouldn't be opposed to keeping you, Seimei. Ibaraki?"
The white-maned spirit trailed his hand up the man's arm, over the sleeve of the kimono. "Nor would I. But...again, it is your call, Seimei. We can both take care of you. You will be ours if that's what you want."
Seimei...wasn't sure. If anything, perhaps he would be safer with these two spirits rather than a human lover-so many humans were always sniffing about for foxes to take control of. That warning-to be wary of his human bedmates-was one from his mother that he recalled perfectly even now, ringing loud and clear in his head like the chiming of a grand bell. Humans could lie to him, they would want to use him-more so if they knew what he truly was. But spirits...would spirits do the same? It was a possibility...yet...there was less of a risk in this-not much less of a risk, but still.
And, if he were honest with himself...the onmyoji was growing more curious. "And...if I say to 'stop'?"
"Then it stops." Shuten said calmly-his hand still cupping the onmyoji's cheek as Ibaraki's own hand slowly stroked back down Seimei's arm and covered the white-haired man's forearm on the table. "You say 'stop'-or anything like it-and that's what happens. Things stop. Neither one of us'll force you to do anything that you don't want to do."
Seimei lightly bit at the inside of his cheek-he wasn't sure if there was a genuine downside to this. But...if they would stop if he said so, maybe he could see where this could go. Worst case scenario, they were lying to him...but... 'If it turns out that they are lying and intending to use me, Tamamo-no-mae will have a fit.'
Well...he hoped that they weren't lying, for their own sakes. Tamamo-no-mae could be vicious if he were genuinely furious.
Decision made, the onmyoji looked from the Demon King in front of him to the chaotic spirit behind him then back to the spirit in front of him once more. "Show me."
Ibaraki grinned in response and encouraged the onmyoji to look back at him-Shuten's hand trailing from the white-haired man's cheek to his throat, barely brushing his claws over pale skin. The white-maned spirit sealed his lips over the man's in a gentle kiss.
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