[All it takes is for Mukuro to stand up, and Chikusa remembers.]

[A hand splayed across his chest, pressing him down into cushions. A body leaning in close to his while whispering a deal. Teeth, nipping at his throat, and lips sliding against his before their tongues-]

[Chikusa takes a sharp breath and pulls himself into the present. That promise gets his heart beating, just like when Mukuro had said he'd never let him go. It'd been easy in the dreams to dismiss it, but- this isn't possession, the signs aren't there, the body seems fine...]

[Complete ownership of the body. Just like he'd told him all those months ago.]

[His heartbeat goes faster.]

I... I told you I didn't want to deal with you again...

[But there's no solidness to the statement like when they'd last spoken. Chikusa's eyes flicker away, breaking their gaze, and he makes a move to leave.]

I have to attend to my duties... I can't deal with you right now.