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Erin (Riku) x Coda (Iori) (Hoshimeguri Smut) Part One

(A/N): You never see much fics where Riku tops, huh? Then I realized that "OH MY GOD SWEET RIKU IS NOT READY TO TOP IORI" then I remembered "WAIT ERIN WOULD TOTALLY TOP CODA IN A HEARTBEAT" and yeah I'm shameless. This also became really long as I was writing, so it might be a while...    like, a LONG while. Actually, I'm breaking this up into two parts. Also, SMUT! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

"CODAAAAAAA~!" Erin yelled, swinging down excitedly from the rafters of Lama's castle's entrance room. "Welcome back to Lama!" The redhead assassin turned to face the person by Coda'a side. "And hello, Fang-san."

Coda sighed and readjusted his turban. Erin felt a twitch of annoyance. Coda had a weird idea that Beastians would be mistreated if they put their ears and tails display, so they hid them. Erin realllllllllllllly wanted to touch them though. "Erin-san," He said, exasperation colouring his tone, "Please greet us normally next time."

Erin feigned a confused look. "But that's how I normally greet people???"

Coda sighed again as Fang laughed. "Come on, Coda," He said, waving and walking off, "Play with Erin for a bit while I talk with Orion."

Coda huffed but didn't disobey his leader. He raised an eyebrow at Erin. "Well, what shall we do, Erin-san?"

Erin giggled as he flicked a knife into his hand and started playing with it. "Care to spar with me?"

Coda glanced at him with a cool look. "I do not want Fang-san and Orion-san coming back to find a bloody heap of death."

Erin frowned. "I can take care of myself!" He protested.

Coda shot a look at him that Erin had trouble deciphering, despite his skills. "I was not taking about you, Erin-san."

It took Erin a moment to realize that Coda was talking about himself. "I wouldn't hurt you, Coda!" He said when Coda turned away. "I promise!"

Coda sighed. "Either way, I am not in the mood to spar."

Erin placed a finger on his chin, faking a position of thought while a plan had already formed in his head. "Oh, I know!" He said, leaping up excitedly and pulling Coda by the hand. The Beastian stumbled and righted himself, and after a minute Coda was hurrying after Erin, annoyance in his expression. Erin grinned and pulled Coda into his bedroom.

"Look, Coda!" Erin said, spinning around with his arms raised high, "Do you like my room?"

It was a simple room, with a plain white bed bare of any decoration and a desk and chair pushed off to the side. There was a set of writing utensils on the desk that Erin hadn't exactly touched but discovered he could easily stab someone with them if he had to, as well as a small vase of wildflowers and miscellaneous knickknacks. The room itself was quite small and cozy, light filtering in through multiple windows covered with plain curtains.

Coda surveyed the room expressionlessly. "It is a suitable room for you, Erin-san."

Erin pouted. "You could at least show more feelings, Coda!" He complained, slipping his knife away.

Coda looked at him skeptically and went over to his desk. His pale fingers hovered over the vase of wildflowers, lingering as his mouth formed a small 'o' when he looked closely at the quill Erin possessed.

"What is it, Coda?" Erin inquired curiously, appearing at Coda's side. There was a visible twitch under Coda's turban, but other than that the Beastian was still.

Coda's mouth worked silently for a moment before he found his voice. "Where did you get this writing set?"

Erin thought for a minute. "I think Orion got it from Fang, actually."

Coda's mouth quirked. Erin found it intriguing that he could see one of Coda's fangs. "This is one of the limited-produced writing sets we traded," He stated, turning to look at Erin, "And since I myself viewed the produced before we allowed them for trading, I know that that is not the correct writing quill."

Erin looked at the quill questioningly. Sure, he hadn't used it, but he had noticed the little notch near the part of the quill where writing nub met feather. He hadn't thought much of it. "Really?"

"Yes," Coda said, picking up the quill and turning it over in his hands. His fingers seemed to know exactly where the little notch was. "This was my writing quill from when I was younger. One day I seemed to have lost it, and hadn't seen hide nor hair of it since." He slid his fingers over it one last time before replacing it back in its place. "It seems Fang-san played a joke on us both."

Erin looked from Coda to the quill and back again. "If it's yours, then you can take it. I don't write much anyways," He said, shrugging with a smile on on his face.

Coda shook his head dismissively. "You may keep it. I wasn't using it anymore anyways."

Erin tugged on the though in his head for a while before giving it up. "Well, why don't we do something different then?" He suggested.

"And I suppose you know what?" Coda said dryly. Erin nodded and whipped the turban off of Coda's head.

Coda squeaked as his hands shot up to cover his ears. There was a light blush on his face as he said, a little alarmed, "E-Erin-san?!"

Erin looked at him inquiringly. "Can I touch them?"

Coda slowly lowered his hands as the blush on his cheeks darkened. "I s-suppose so," He mumbled, ears twitching and squirming a bit.

Erin chuckled at how easy it was to unravel Coda and reached up to pet Coda's ears. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

Coda turned even redder as he bent his head so Erin could reach his ears easier. Erin marveled at how soft they were.

"Can I touch your tail too?" Erin asked, moving so he could cheek-nuzzle Coda's ears.

Coda squirmed as he allowed Erin to nuzzle his ears. "I'll have to take my clothes off," He mumbled shyly.

Erin tilted his head, even though Coda couldn't see him. "So why don't you?"

Coda squeaked. "It-it's embarrassing!"

"I promise I won't watch," Erin said.

"I-is there anyone around here?" Coda asked. One of his ears twitched violently and almost hit Erin in the face.

"No," Erin replied.

"Al-alright," Coda said. His face was positively and cutely red as Erin leaned back and turned away. He heard the quiet thump of clothing hitting the floor.

"I-I'm done, Erin-san."