[Mukuro was tempted, devilishly so, to continue. To grind down and make the priest come in his pants, to undo them and lap up the mess until he's hard again, to suck him off until he comes again- but ah, he might be getting ahead of him.
Instead, he stopped all of his movement, save for his eyes drinking in the expressions on the young priest's face, before reaching up to delicately unwind his hair from Chikusa Kakimoto's grasp.
He supposed he's proved a point for now, and he will have to take comfort in that for now.]
[Entire sermons have been given on how immorality and the sensation of pleasure- whether erotic or otherwise- are tightly intertwined. Chikusa knows. He's sat through them since he was young, he's said them himself once he became a priest.]
[Yet he can't get them out his mouth, can't even form them in his mind. The motion that demon had done against him was so much more intense than the little rolls of pleasure simple kissing had introduced him to. All Chikusa can manage is to stare at Mukuro, his flush brilliant crimson against his pale skin and wet lips parted and pink as he pants.]
[Of course, then that mocking reaches his ears, and Chikusa flushes all the harder as he snaps his mouth shut. Jerking his hand away, he uses it to cover half of his face. His thumb nudges his glasses back up into position.]
[That was a good look on the young priest, and Mukuro didn't feel guilty in the least to lean back to admire it. That flushed face, those slightly parted wet lips, that warring expression on his face. He could practically hear the prayers that the priest was going to fervently say on bent knees by his bed, probably for hours on end, until the heat of his skin settled down. He could taste his guilt and want and shame as tangibly as he had his lips.
Mukuro wanted more. It had been so long since he'd had a challenge, since he had someone who had fought their desires so wholly. He wanted to make him fall, and it was an almost savage emotion that licked up his spine like a flame.
The retort only made him laugh, and he got off up the bed, putting distance between them ( for whose sake, he wasn't going to hazard a guess ).]
Not for me. Though I do wonder about you, my young, untouched priest.
[He canted his head to the side, turning back to face Chikusa Kakimoto, mouth curved upwards slightly.]
You should know after this there's little going back. Remember that when you call for me again.
[For not the first time, he bristles quietly at that mocking laugh. Straightening up, Chikusa tugs at his shirt over the slight bulge pressing through his pants as his face refuses to lose its red hue.]
[This was a mistake, he knew this was a mistake, had seen the train coming down the tracks clear as day, yet still he's in this situation. What was he thinking? What is he still thinking?]
[On hand still partially covering his face, his gaze flicks up over the rims of his glasses to land on Mukuro. When he calls for him again....]
[Mukuro took a seat at the desk again, leaning against it, tracing the words of the contract with a gloved finger. There was no point in commenting on Chikusa Kakimoto's arousal, since the priest already seemed to be well aware of his body's reaction.
He turned his gaze back towards Chikusa Kakimoto's face, smirking superiorly.]
Kissing is a gray area, perhaps easy enough to confess to and pray away. But as you go further...
[He kept his eyes carefully on the young priest's face, though his smirk widened pointedly.]
[He hates the burning sensation that's taken up his face, the ache between his legs, and, most of all, that deplorable and insufferable smirk taking up residence on the demon's face. He wishes he could get rid of all three, but two are completely foreign to him and the demon, well...]
[Swallowing thickly, he forces himself to keep eye contact with Mukuro.]
And here I was under the impression you were trying to tempt me instead of giving me reasons to not invite you.
[Right. He has that much control, at least, surely.]
[Mukuro sounded amused at that, getting back up to cross the distance between them again. He paused in front of Chikusa Kakimoto, tilting his head to the side, hair spilling over his shoulder.]
If this is to be our last meeting, should I steal one more kiss?
[He leaned forward, eyes drawn to the young priest's lips.
Could Chikusa Kakimoto keep away from him? It was difficult to say, but if he could deny himself this, then perhaps Mukuro would have reason to worry.]
[All Mukuro has to do is get up and wariness jolt through him. Deny him. He can deny him. Of course he can. He's a priest, he's been denying demons for some years now. Besides that, he knows that this creature is only after him to corrupt him, tempt him, drag him into hell. It should be easy.]
[So why does his heart still quicken at the coy way the demon tilts his head to the side, the way those plush lips curl so invitingly?]
[All over again, he's frozen with his cheeks still blazing and his heart hammering in his chest. Now, now he knows what it's like to be kissed- the perfect way lips could be slotted against his, the pleasant softness that was hard to have enough of, the heat settling against him, a tongue sliding against his and making tremors go up his spine with inquisitive and adventurous movements...]
[For a moment, it's almost easy to give in.]
[But then he remembers other things.]
[That mocking laugh. The repulsive arrogant smirk. The way every conversation attempted to smear his faith, the jabs at his own life.]
[It's felt too much like losing.]
[Deep in his chest, a spark of flame different than arousal flickers into existence.]
[He is so sick of losing to this demon that's been trying to mangle the one thing in this life he truly has.]
[It's a rush of feelings and thoughts that jumble together almost all at once as Mukuro leans in close, breath warm and near to Chikusa's lips before it all becomes too much. Almost out of nowhere, something snaps, and the red of arousal twists into shame and anger and pride.]
[Chikusa isn't really thinking. His body decides for him, fueled by the passionate mix of emotions, and he snaps one suddenly formed fist up at Mukuro's face.]
[For the record: he has never hit another person even once in his life. If this hits, it's going to hurt both of them.]
[Of all the things that Mukuro had been expecting, a punch was not one of them. Objectively, he knew it was a victory in more ways than one. The young priest had probably never been so violent in his life, and to break that damnable restraint of his had been his goal from the beginning. While it wasn't the sort of reaction he had wanted, it was still a good sign, a symptom that his words and his mouth and his hands were taking root.
Subjectively, it hurt his pride more than his face, and for a few moments he could only look down at the priest, stunned into silence for once, eyes wide, lips slightly parted in shock. He would be lying if there wasn't a dark urge to retaliate, to return violence for violence ( and oh, did Mukuro know violence ). Or, perhaps to take his payment out of Chikusa Kakimoto's flesh, to cause him to bleed as he did now, a slight dribble out of his nose.
Instead, he found himself laughing, wiping the blood away with the back of his hand.]
Chikusa Kakimoto. You never fail to surprise me.
[If what the young priest wanted was for Mukuro to retreat, he would do so for now, taking a few steps backwards, still wiping at his nose in amusement.]
[On one hand- goddamn was that a mistake on a physical level if nothing else. Almost immediately pain snaps through his hand, and Chikusa has to double over clutching at it. Hissing, he narrows his eyes up at the demon. Why on earth did people commit violence for fun? There's nothing but pain.]
[Yet, as he stares up at the demon, there's something satisfying about the pure shock drawn all over Mukuro's face. All that arrogant posturing, and yet even demons couldn't know everything. Good.]
[Sitting there, quivering and with a shaking pained hand, he awaits some sort of retaliation. Yet, as always, there's just that laugh again. Curling his hurt hand to his chest, Chikusa gets up to his feet. It feels better, like they're on even ground although he knows the opposite is true.]
I have no interest in it. All I plan on doing is taking a shower.
[Seeing the priest in pain from one little punch was satisfying to the small part of him that had wanted to retaliate, but acting on that might drive him away completely. Mukuro hadn't done so many disgusting good deeds or behaved himself to let that happen.
Instead he reached out to caress the priest's hurt hand, eyes flicking up to his face in amusement.]
Do what you like, Chikusa Kakimoto. If you choose to continue our contract, you know what must be done.
[He let his hand drop away, turning to leave the priest to an actual sleep.]
[There's still an ache in his hand and an ache between his legs when he wakes up. Two different kinds.]
[Cold water strings away one and, when he's sure he's completely limp, Chikusa goes back to a warm shower for the first time in days. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back and thinks.]
[Now is the perfect time to cut off all contact. It'd show that creature right, for one thing, better than any weak punch could do. Besides, that encounter.... It'd been too close. Kissing was one thing, but the way the demon had pressed his body against him in just the right way.... Chikusa shakes his head, trying to banish the thought before it can affect him. Anyway, it'd almost made him ejaculate, and...]
[Something occurs to him then. All these meetings... They're not truly real, are they? The tea has never filled him. Certainly, he was erect this morning, but the body reacts to thoughts as much as anything. If he spilled semen in a dream, was it wasting semen, which was the problem with extra-marital sex and masturbation, or was it simply lecherous thoughts? He ponders it all as he finishes his shower and wanders into the kitchen for breakfast.]
[Not that it matters! The force of the thought hits him so hard that he ends up frowning at his toast. He doesn't want to give the demon the satisfaction of making him come like that. And considering how sensitive he is.... Unused to touching even himself.... Although, he wonders, is there a way to stop that from even happening?]
[Which is how Chikusa finds himself where he is: googling on the internet and doing his best not to get worked up about the results. As it turns out, there are ways to keep ones self from ejaculation, it simply takes work.]
[(Although this doesn't apply to orgasm, he's fascinated to learn. Apparently, the two are actually completely different things. Maybe he should start looking up the biological facts of sex and genitals- make it less attractive and have it be educational.)]
[For a long time, Chikusa thinks on his choice- an entire week, partially because he's giving it heavy thought and partially because he hopes the wait is aggravating even a little for an immortal being like Mukuro. Finally, however, he returns to the contract.]
[The demon had talked about doing more than one task. Very well. If he insists.]
[Chikusa takes perhaps a bit more satisfaction than is probably morally accepted in writing the list. It's nice and long, filled with everything he can think of. Not only does he take inspiration from the needy of the church, but he flicks through news as well and carefully looks over things on the internet.]
[Towards the very end, he makes sure to add that if all of this is too much, the demon is more than welcome to break off the contract himself and never contact him again.]
[It'll work either way for him, Chikusa thinks. Hopes. Perhaps he can outlast a demon when it come to stubbornness, in which case he'll have no complaints. And if the creature actually does do it all...]
[Chikusa makes sure to pray long and hard, begging forgiveness from God for what he plans to do, before trying the instructions a certain site has for, ah... "ejaculatory control".]
[He's going to need a long while to get used to this before they meet again, after all. Chikusa doesn't like the idea of consistently losing.]
[Unsurprisingly, after that little fiasco of a meeting, he didn't hear from the little priest for quite some time. There was enough time for doubt to start to set in, for Mukuro to wonder if the priest really had been able to resist temptation and was burning the contract as he waited.
Restlessly, he went about tempting others into sin, as if to combat the good deeds he had done. Out of spite, he was tempted to throw Chikusa Kakimoto's whole clergy into chaos, since it had been some time since he'd seen such a weak willed church branch, but he forced himself to be patient. The priest would come around. The offers were too attractive for him to ignore for long, or so he kept telling himself.
So it was with some small measure of relief when he became aware of the priest adding to the contract, even if the additions were rather... lengthy. It was quite a hefty sum of work, and Mukuro could only get through a few of the requests before he felt compelled to get his payment.
The good deeds hung on his skin like a rash, itchy and irritating. So if he was slightly agitated when showing back up in the priest's dreams, hopefully it could be overlooked.]
You're not going to ask for world peace as well?
[He was sitting back at the desk again, flipping through the contract, checking off what he'd done and grimacing at the ones he had yet to do.]
I was under the impression that such a thing was a bit too hefty for you.
[If Chikusa's tone is as bland and cold as when they first met, well... Mukuro knows what he did. Pushing the covers off of him, Chikusa puts on his glasses and gets to his feet.]
Besides, I question a demon's idea of "world peace".
[Is he- yep, Chikusa is making to leave his room with a chilly cold shoulder leveled Mukuro's way. No. He's not letting last time happen again. Clearly if he stays away from the bed, he'll be able to avoid it.]
[...Besides, it hasn't been that long. He's still not entirely sure of his ability to control his own arousal if it gets to that.]
Wouldn't it weigh more heavily on your mind? Knowing that a demon brought about world peace when your god and your angels presumably could do the same but did nothing?
[Which perhaps, might be a little off base considering that Mukuro was more powerful than most demons and angels, so most things came rather effortlessly to him. Though indeed, bringing about world peace would most likely destroy him and all he stood for, and while he was keen on corrupting the young priest, he wasn't willing to lose himself in the process.
He watched with careful amusement as Chikusa Kakimoto left the room, decidedly more cold than his normal detached reserve, and Mukuro let a few heartbeats pass before he got up to follow him.]
Or are you afraid it may be to your liking? Not everything I've done has been so detestable.
[And that was the real heart of the problem, wasn't it?]
[It's exactly the heart of the problem, but such a confession is going to have to be pried out of Chikusa before anything else.]
[For right now, he simply goes through the cupboards of what's questionably his kitchen. Is there anything to actually make in here, or is it simply at the whim of the demon? After all, he's the only one who's made tea every time.]
The troubles of the world are a human problem, and thus humans must be the ones to solve them. We can't force God to clean all our messes.
[As Chikusa Kakimoto made himself comfortable in the recreation of his kitchen ( which would contain everything his actual pantry would contain, with only a small box of tea Mukuro preferred added ), Mukuro settled himself on the couch. He draped an arm lazily over the back of it, watching the priest as he bustled about, smirking slightly.]
What a dutiful son you make. Most would call it neglect to be left alone by one's maker, to struggle and suffer alone.
[Hopefully Mukuro isn't expecting anything to be made for himself. Chikusa only fetches one mug as he sets a kettle on the stove, talking while he does so.]
God is all around us, despite your constant lies to the contrary. Besides....
[Human beings generally aren't alone is on the tip of his tongue, thinking of congregation and family, but he falters. Right. For him, that's true. Shaking his head, he focuses on getting the correct tea.]
[Even in the hollow space of his apartment, Chikusa can't quite hear what Mukuro says. The intriguing nature of something like that has him tilt his head to the side, his gaze momentarily losing some of its cold distance.]
[It reverts soon enough as the demon speaks up again, and Chikusa quirks up an eyebrow.]
[That question was going to catch Mukuro's full attention, and he turned his intent gaze back to Chikusa Kakimoto. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face, and he leaned forward slightly.]
I was more concerned with how such a payment might take its toll on you. Are you going to offer me any tea or should I just collect what I am here for and leave?
[A twinge of embarrassment on a face as reserved as Chikusa's might as well be a lighthouse beacon, and he immediately goes back to preoccupy himself with the cupboards.]
If you've only done a small portion of the list, so in turn my payment should be just as small, shouldn't it? I fail to see how it would take a toll on me.
It will be. Though it seemed even a small amount of pleasure had a rather large effect on you, my young priest.
[He was eager to see Chikusa Kakimoto's expression, so he stood from the couch, following him leisurely into the kitchen. He pressed slightly into the priest's personal bubble, brushing a hand against his back as he peered around him to watch him go through the cupboards.]
Or have you familiarized yourself with it so well already?
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[Mukuro was tempted, devilishly so, to continue. To grind down and make the priest come in his pants, to undo them and lap up the mess until he's hard again, to suck him off until he comes again- but ah, he might be getting ahead of him.
Instead, he stopped all of his movement, save for his eyes drinking in the expressions on the young priest's face, before reaching up to delicately unwind his hair from Chikusa Kakimoto's grasp.
He supposed he's proved a point for now, and he will have to take comfort in that for now.]
Should I leave you to your cold shower, priest?
[If it sounded mocking, well, it definitely was.]
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[Yet he can't get them out his mouth, can't even form them in his mind. The motion that demon had done against him was so much more intense than the little rolls of pleasure simple kissing had introduced him to. All Chikusa can manage is to stare at Mukuro, his flush brilliant crimson against his pale skin and wet lips parted and pink as he pants.]
[Of course, then that mocking reaches his ears, and Chikusa flushes all the harder as he snaps his mouth shut. Jerking his hand away, he uses it to cover half of his face. His thumb nudges his glasses back up into position.]
Is that a problem?
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Mukuro wanted more. It had been so long since he'd had a challenge, since he had someone who had fought their desires so wholly. He wanted to make him fall, and it was an almost savage emotion that licked up his spine like a flame.
The retort only made him laugh, and he got off up the bed, putting distance between them ( for whose sake, he wasn't going to hazard a guess ).]
Not for me. Though I do wonder about you, my young, untouched priest.
[He canted his head to the side, turning back to face Chikusa Kakimoto, mouth curved upwards slightly.]
You should know after this there's little going back. Remember that when you call for me again.
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[This was a mistake, he knew this was a mistake, had seen the train coming down the tracks clear as day, yet still he's in this situation. What was he thinking? What is he still thinking?]
[On hand still partially covering his face, his gaze flicks up over the rims of his glasses to land on Mukuro. When he calls for him again....]
And.... what is that supposed to mean?
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[Mukuro took a seat at the desk again, leaning against it, tracing the words of the contract with a gloved finger. There was no point in commenting on Chikusa Kakimoto's arousal, since the priest already seemed to be well aware of his body's reaction.
He turned his gaze back towards Chikusa Kakimoto's face, smirking superiorly.]
Kissing is a gray area, perhaps easy enough to confess to and pray away. But as you go further...
[He kept his eyes carefully on the young priest's face, though his smirk widened pointedly.]
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[Swallowing thickly, he forces himself to keep eye contact with Mukuro.]
And here I was under the impression you were trying to tempt me instead of giving me reasons to not invite you.
[Right. He has that much control, at least, surely.]
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[Mukuro sounded amused at that, getting back up to cross the distance between them again. He paused in front of Chikusa Kakimoto, tilting his head to the side, hair spilling over his shoulder.]
If this is to be our last meeting, should I steal one more kiss?
[He leaned forward, eyes drawn to the young priest's lips.
Could Chikusa Kakimoto keep away from him? It was difficult to say, but if he could deny himself this, then perhaps Mukuro would have reason to worry.]
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[So why does his heart still quicken at the coy way the demon tilts his head to the side, the way those plush lips curl so invitingly?]
[All over again, he's frozen with his cheeks still blazing and his heart hammering in his chest. Now, now he knows what it's like to be kissed- the perfect way lips could be slotted against his, the pleasant softness that was hard to have enough of, the heat settling against him, a tongue sliding against his and making tremors go up his spine with inquisitive and adventurous movements...]
[For a moment, it's almost easy to give in.]
[But then he remembers other things.]
[That mocking laugh. The repulsive arrogant smirk. The way every conversation attempted to smear his faith, the jabs at his own life.]
[It's felt too much like losing.]
[Deep in his chest, a spark of flame different than arousal flickers into existence.]
[He is so sick of losing to this demon that's been trying to mangle the one thing in this life he truly has.]
[It's a rush of feelings and thoughts that jumble together almost all at once as Mukuro leans in close, breath warm and near to Chikusa's lips before it all becomes too much. Almost out of nowhere, something snaps, and the red of arousal twists into shame and anger and pride.]
[Chikusa isn't really thinking. His body decides for him, fueled by the passionate mix of emotions, and he snaps one suddenly formed fist up at Mukuro's face.]
[For the record: he has never hit another person even once in his life. If this hits, it's going to hurt both of them.]
[Whups.]
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Subjectively, it hurt his pride more than his face, and for a few moments he could only look down at the priest, stunned into silence for once, eyes wide, lips slightly parted in shock. He would be lying if there wasn't a dark urge to retaliate, to return violence for violence ( and oh, did Mukuro know violence ). Or, perhaps to take his payment out of Chikusa Kakimoto's flesh, to cause him to bleed as he did now, a slight dribble out of his nose.
Instead, he found himself laughing, wiping the blood away with the back of his hand.]
Chikusa Kakimoto. You never fail to surprise me.
[If what the young priest wanted was for Mukuro to retreat, he would do so for now, taking a few steps backwards, still wiping at his nose in amusement.]
Should I repay you in kind?
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[Yet, as he stares up at the demon, there's something satisfying about the pure shock drawn all over Mukuro's face. All that arrogant posturing, and yet even demons couldn't know everything. Good.]
[Sitting there, quivering and with a shaking pained hand, he awaits some sort of retaliation. Yet, as always, there's just that laugh again. Curling his hurt hand to his chest, Chikusa gets up to his feet. It feels better, like they're on even ground although he knows the opposite is true.]
I have no interest in it. All I plan on doing is taking a shower.
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Instead he reached out to caress the priest's hurt hand, eyes flicking up to his face in amusement.]
Do what you like, Chikusa Kakimoto. If you choose to continue our contract, you know what must be done.
[He let his hand drop away, turning to leave the priest to an actual sleep.]
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[Cold water strings away one and, when he's sure he's completely limp, Chikusa goes back to a warm shower for the first time in days. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back and thinks.]
[Now is the perfect time to cut off all contact. It'd show that creature right, for one thing, better than any weak punch could do. Besides, that encounter.... It'd been too close. Kissing was one thing, but the way the demon had pressed his body against him in just the right way.... Chikusa shakes his head, trying to banish the thought before it can affect him. Anyway, it'd almost made him ejaculate, and...]
[Something occurs to him then. All these meetings... They're not truly real, are they? The tea has never filled him. Certainly, he was erect this morning, but the body reacts to thoughts as much as anything. If he spilled semen in a dream, was it wasting semen, which was the problem with extra-marital sex and masturbation, or was it simply lecherous thoughts? He ponders it all as he finishes his shower and wanders into the kitchen for breakfast.]
[Not that it matters! The force of the thought hits him so hard that he ends up frowning at his toast. He doesn't want to give the demon the satisfaction of making him come like that. And considering how sensitive he is.... Unused to touching even himself.... Although, he wonders, is there a way to stop that from even happening?]
[Which is how Chikusa finds himself where he is: googling on the internet and doing his best not to get worked up about the results. As it turns out, there are ways to keep ones self from ejaculation, it simply takes work.]
[(Although this doesn't apply to orgasm, he's fascinated to learn. Apparently, the two are actually completely different things. Maybe he should start looking up the biological facts of sex and genitals- make it less attractive and have it be educational.)]
[For a long time, Chikusa thinks on his choice- an entire week, partially because he's giving it heavy thought and partially because he hopes the wait is aggravating even a little for an immortal being like Mukuro. Finally, however, he returns to the contract.]
[The demon had talked about doing more than one task. Very well. If he insists.]
[Chikusa takes perhaps a bit more satisfaction than is probably morally accepted in writing the list. It's nice and long, filled with everything he can think of. Not only does he take inspiration from the needy of the church, but he flicks through news as well and carefully looks over things on the internet.]
[Towards the very end, he makes sure to add that if all of this is too much, the demon is more than welcome to break off the contract himself and never contact him again.]
[It'll work either way for him, Chikusa thinks. Hopes. Perhaps he can outlast a demon when it come to stubbornness, in which case he'll have no complaints. And if the creature actually does do it all...]
[Chikusa makes sure to pray long and hard, begging forgiveness from God for what he plans to do, before trying the instructions a certain site has for, ah... "ejaculatory control".]
[He's going to need a long while to get used to this before they meet again, after all. Chikusa doesn't like the idea of consistently losing.]
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Restlessly, he went about tempting others into sin, as if to combat the good deeds he had done. Out of spite, he was tempted to throw Chikusa Kakimoto's whole clergy into chaos, since it had been some time since he'd seen such a weak willed church branch, but he forced himself to be patient. The priest would come around. The offers were too attractive for him to ignore for long, or so he kept telling himself.
So it was with some small measure of relief when he became aware of the priest adding to the contract, even if the additions were rather... lengthy. It was quite a hefty sum of work, and Mukuro could only get through a few of the requests before he felt compelled to get his payment.
The good deeds hung on his skin like a rash, itchy and irritating. So if he was slightly agitated when showing back up in the priest's dreams, hopefully it could be overlooked.]
You're not going to ask for world peace as well?
[He was sitting back at the desk again, flipping through the contract, checking off what he'd done and grimacing at the ones he had yet to do.]
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[If Chikusa's tone is as bland and cold as when they first met, well... Mukuro knows what he did. Pushing the covers off of him, Chikusa puts on his glasses and gets to his feet.]
Besides, I question a demon's idea of "world peace".
[Is he- yep, Chikusa is making to leave his room with a chilly cold shoulder leveled Mukuro's way. No. He's not letting last time happen again. Clearly if he stays away from the bed, he'll be able to avoid it.]
[...Besides, it hasn't been that long. He's still not entirely sure of his ability to control his own arousal if it gets to that.]
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[Which perhaps, might be a little off base considering that Mukuro was more powerful than most demons and angels, so most things came rather effortlessly to him. Though indeed, bringing about world peace would most likely destroy him and all he stood for, and while he was keen on corrupting the young priest, he wasn't willing to lose himself in the process.
He watched with careful amusement as Chikusa Kakimoto left the room, decidedly more cold than his normal detached reserve, and Mukuro let a few heartbeats pass before he got up to follow him.]
Or are you afraid it may be to your liking? Not everything I've done has been so detestable.
[And that was the real heart of the problem, wasn't it?]
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[For right now, he simply goes through the cupboards of what's questionably his kitchen. Is there anything to actually make in here, or is it simply at the whim of the demon? After all, he's the only one who's made tea every time.]
The troubles of the world are a human problem, and thus humans must be the ones to solve them. We can't force God to clean all our messes.
[No comment on the last thing.]
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What a dutiful son you make. Most would call it neglect to be left alone by one's maker, to struggle and suffer alone.
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God is all around us, despite your constant lies to the contrary. Besides....
[Human beings generally aren't alone is on the tip of his tongue, thinking of congregation and family, but he falters. Right. For him, that's true. Shaking his head, he focuses on getting the correct tea.]
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Mukuro watched Chikusa Kakimoto as he trailed off, arching an eyebrow.]
Besides...?
[He prompted, already sure that he knew the answer, but if the priest wanted to be difficult, Mukuro could do the same.]
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[Not what he means to say, and they both know it. Leaving the water to boil, he crosses his arms and finally turns around to look at Mukuro.]
Why are you here?
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[Mukuro canted his head to the side, turning his gaze out towards the window, voice soft and just barely audible.
The priest's question made him chuckle, and he rested a fist against his cheek, relaxed.]
I'll be claiming my payment in increments. Doing everything all at once might be too much for both of us.
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[It reverts soon enough as the demon speaks up again, and Chikusa quirks up an eyebrow.]
It was that taxing for you, then?
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I was more concerned with how such a payment might take its toll on you. Are you going to offer me any tea or should I just collect what I am here for and leave?
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If you've only done a small portion of the list, so in turn my payment should be just as small, shouldn't it? I fail to see how it would take a toll on me.
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[He was eager to see Chikusa Kakimoto's expression, so he stood from the couch, following him leisurely into the kitchen. He pressed slightly into the priest's personal bubble, brushing a hand against his back as he peered around him to watch him go through the cupboards.]
Or have you familiarized yourself with it so well already?
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