Making New Traditions
It never really occurred to them how much had changed since their demon transformation.
Now that his sister was a fully fledged Oiran in the highest caste of the Red Light District and they could be apart of these magnificent feasts, their old lives were long forgotten. Even if the couldn't eat regular food anymore, their feasts were still quite filling; with the drunk, handsome men coming in and begging for the attention of his little sister. It was just so simple for them to come crawling on their knees for her attentions and then before anyone blinks they are no longer in existence.
Gyutaro wasn't interested much in what she does with them. As far as he was concerned she could do anything she wanted as long as she saved him food...not that he was very much welcomed to the festivities outside. The people still recoiled from the very sight of him, even if they never knew him from his humans days. Just how he liked it in all honesty. It brought a sense of nostalgia for him.
Except this time they couldn't do anything.
They could only sit back and let him work. Anyone who attempted to stop him just ended up going away.
He wouldn't change a thing about it either. Their fear, their anxiety, their disgust and their hate were a fine wine, aged and seething until ready to be served for him when it all reaches a breaking point.
However there was something about the past few years when they celebrated this day that tended to make him confused.
"Gyutaro-kuuun~. There you are!"
Icy arms wrapped around him from behind as a kiss is pressed to his pale, clammy cheek, over his birthmarks as he stood there. Slowly he turned his head towards the one who had done this to him after sneaking up behind him like that to find a pair of rainbow eyes batting at him in was was assumed to be cute.
"...Douma-sama. What are you doing?"
"Aaaw, can't I come and visit my favorite kizuki? Look how much you've grown~ Have you eaten enough tonight? Hmmm hmmm?"
Gyutaro's cheeks flushed a bit as he was nuzzled rather aggressively and he actually blushed a little bit. Many demons of their ranks have tried to get this close with him before. However those demons were quickly either killed on the spot or given a warning of having their head crushed.
However Douma was a different story entirely. Aside from Daki, he always got away with giving Gyutaro a lot of affection even at the risk of the debt collector's own embarrassment. Besides it wasn't like Douma actually felt any of these warm feelings that normal people would when doing it. He was just copying what he sees them do with those considered 'loved ones'. Even if he couldn't feel love, he and Gyutaro would be lying if they claimed there was no attachments between them.
"Seriously, what the fuck do you want huh? I'm a little busy you know..."
"As I said, I am here to visit my favorite Kizuki," Douma was now in front of him, "And I'm going to celebrate with you since I know Daki is too busy for your usual traditions, hmm?"
Gyutaro's eye twitched, however he ended up just following Upper Moon two as he was tugged through the streets. Further and further away from his little sister and wondering if she would be okay without him..
He blinked when he suddenly finds himself in another fancy brothel and Douma was currently bribing the matron to allow Gyutaro in. Just a flick of that golden fan and his charming empty smile has the woman melting for him. Honestly...it made Gyutaro feel a small pang of jealousy that Douma was able to use his good looks like this and to see that lady thinking she had a chance with what was Gyuatoro's.
"Why are we in here?"
"Hmmm? Oh this place as the best meat! I wanted to share a delicious meal with you and then we can go to the hot springs to let all of last years stress just go away before we have some New Years Noodles! With some of my special made 'sauce'."
By 'sauce' he means a vial of marechi blood that he would douse their noodles in and to be quite honest Gyutaro found himself drooling a little bit at the thought. Whether it was just an manipulative tactic or because he's bored, Douma knew how to treat those considered his lovers to only the best.
Douma was smiling at him now as he waited for his answer and even lightly placed his fan under the younger demon's chin.
"Well?'
...
A few moments later, Gyutaro found himself sinking into the hot springs after a long and thorough bath from Douma who almost made him bleed from how hard he scrubbed. His skin was now the color of milk as he sunk down in the warm waters and just...enjoyed how clean he felt for once.
Douma sighed as he sat beside him, with his arms over his head as a tray with noodles sits between them on the stones with a bottle of sake.
Also the head of the courtesan they had hired to serve them was currently being absorbed into Douma who was sighing contently.
"Hmmm...This is...actually nice..." Gyutaro slowly sunk down.
He still wasn't used to being naked around someone like Douma. After all the Upper Moon Two was a beautiful man. He certainly came from a life of luxury if he had ever seen one, yet he didn't find himself as envious as he would be of a human. Maybe it was because Douma had be put on such a pedestal to the point that nothing really got to him? Or maybe it was because Douma was just born a husk that could only feel pain or pleasure.
Either way he was a fantastic actor that sometimes made Gyutaro feel like he was actually in love with him.
At least he could get lost in the idea of it.
Douma moved closer then and gently slipped a hand along the nape of the younger demon's neck as his other one slipped around his crooked waist.
"Would you like a taste, Gyu-kun?"
His face now turns a light pink before his eyes grow half lidded and Douma leaned in to kiss him. He could taste the woman's blood as it pours into his mouth from Douma's. The stronger demon, the one who saved his sister and gave them the power they needed to finally rise up in this place. Everything had finally went in their favor since Douma had come along and Gyutaro was forever grateful.
Sometimes he wondered if Douma could feel something for him if he tried.
The kiss breaks and Gyutaro found himself panting softly, "Haaa...Damn..."
"You know..." Douma slide his long claws along the side of his neck softly, "...I wouldn't mind making this a regular tradition for New Years, Gyu-kun...that is if you and Daki-chan have nothing planned..."
Gyutaro hummed as he moved closer, sighing softly. For a moment his mind flashed back to that time in their childhood. When he was beaten and broken down for trying to feed his sister and make their new year end at least a little better. He had only wanted to shield her from that...and yet he almost failed to protect her before they were demons...
"Hmm.." it was all so long ago he honestly didn't care enough to dwell any longer, "...I wouldn't mind that either, Douma-san.."
He could almost picture that empty smile on his face as one of those arms wrap around him and an airy laugh sounds.
At that moment they could hear the fireworkd from far off and Gyutaro sighed softly.
"Happy New year, Gyu-kun."
"...Happy New year...Douma."