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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Megohime nearly dropped her beer, turning sharply to face Masamune. “You do know I have a door, right?” She sounded irritated and on edge, a soft scowl on her face, but at least this time she didn’t throw the beer at him or tell him to leave.
 
"If I came to the door, you'd shut it in my face." He replied, pulling his legs out to kick them lazily from his spot on the sill, "Wanna talk it out?"
 
Megohime watching him as she took a drink from her beer. “Talk out you breaking into my home again?” She was obviously avoiding the question- but she still wasn’t chasing him away just yet.
 
Her entire demeanor changed when he brought up smelling another man on her. “Oh?” She took another slow drink from her beer, sharp eyes glued to him.
 
He stayed in his spot, though his body language showed his displeasure, "Yeah..." He confirmed, "I just want to know what I'm doing wrong...why I'm not enough for you.."
 
Megohime felt like her insides were twisting and becoming tangled the longer she entertained the conversation, the topic drifting far too close to something she didn’t want to talk about. “Maybe you haven’t fucked me good enough yet, maybe I’m not convinced you even want me.”
 
"Is that what you want?" He asked, watching her with keen eyes of his own, "Is that what it'll take for me to prove that I can take care of you? Prove that I love you?"
 
“Well you can sit there and keep wondering, or you can make me yours and find out.” Megohime took another long drink from her beer, setting it on the night stand before sitting on her bed, not once breaking eye contact.
 
“It is what I want. I want you to prove to me how much I mean to you- want you to prove how much you need me.” Megohime said. “Would you prefer I get naked to show that?”
 
"I would prefer you show some fucking emotion. Your eyes are dead, I'm not fucking you if there's nothing to it but the motions." He told her.
 
It was like he was talking to a walking corpse, Megohime’s red eyes holding no light in them at all- cold and cruel. “Then go home.” She said simply.
 
"I'm not going home." He stated, "You want proof I want you so bad? I saved you from Tsukiyama, I took care of that bastard who put his hands on you. I have jumped through hoops for you, ready and willing to bark at your command. And you're the one with the cold feet."
 
Megohime made a low noise as she reached for her beer again, finally breaking eye contact. “Do you want a thank you, Masamune?” She asked lowly. Why was he making things so hard? Why was he bringing such complicated feelings into things- couldn’t he just be happy keeping the relationship physical?
 
Megohime looked up at Masamune, her red eyes looking over him for a moment before meeting his own eyes, gaze soft. “I love you, Masamune.” She said softly, tone genuine.
 
Megohime pulled him closer by the front of his shirt, closing her eyes as she kissed back like she needed him.
 
Megohime felt her entire body flush hot, but it wasn’t from arousal. She felt like she wasn’t all in her body again, like it was moving on its own rather than her being the one to control it as she reached for Masamune’s belt. Things were much easier now that she had some beer in her, meaning she didn’t have to focus so much on herself or what was happening.
 
She felt a jolt of anxiety as he got rougher with her, her hands starting to shake as she fumbled with his belt. She couldn’t do this; tears poured down her face as she tried her best to keep going, but she couldn’t continue after all. “W-Wait..” Her voice came out as barely a whisper, like she was terrified to speak up. “Please stop.”
 
He froze, pushing himself up so he could look at her better, "What? What's wrong?" He sounded worried, almost scared, "Why are you crying...?" He touched her face gently, brushing the tears away with his thumb.
 
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