KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

I could put something else there, if you prefer?

[It was said innocently enough, but Mukuro's grin was wicked, destroying any illusion of guilelessness.

Since the priest seemed set on being a poor host, Mukuro poured himself some hot water, tone breezy.]

You can break this contract at any time, priest.

[Which seemed unlikely, considering how long of a list of tasks Chikusa Kakimoto had left for him. Still, Mukuro could reign himself in for a short while if it meant in the long run he would get what he wanted.]

If you're worried about surprises, perhaps you should put more stipulations on my end.

[kokuyoyo]

[There's no need to see Chikusa's face- his blush extends to the back of his ears and neck.]

Your sense of humor is extremely poor.

[It's the only thing he can say, tone tight. Is that what they're going to get into eventually? Quickly, he tries to change the thought- what Mukuro will try to get him into. There. Much better.]

...And you'd listen?

[possedere]

[It's a good look for the young priest. Even if Mukuro wasn't a demon hellbent on dragging him into sin, he was sure he would have done his best to constantly make him flush. Smirking, Mukuro leaned forward, looking up at him from underneath his lashes.]

And it seems like you're already learning if you understood that. What have you been teaching yourself exactly, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[He made sure to lean back again, not in favor of being struck again just for mocking him as he always did.

The question made him shrug lightly, as he stirred sugar into his tea.]

Would it matter if I said I would? Demons are liars by nature, aren't they?

[Mukuro get over your butthurt about that.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Being caught in such a simple language trap would have been too much for the version of himself from before all of this. Even now, Chikusa busies himself with his tea.]

Simple things.

[It's muttered into the rim of his cup before he finally turns himself around, distant expressiong struggling with the heat of his face.]

Yes, you are. [So you can continue to be butthurt about that, Mukuro. But soon an addition-] Even with what I know.... My knowledge isn't enough to actually know what to hold you back from doing.

We both know that.

[possedere]

[Now that caught Mukuro's interest, and he slid in close next to the priest, leaning forward to catch his expression.]

My, my, what sort of 'simple things'?

[It wasn't like he had made his desire all that hidden or subtle, after all. The fact that the priest was feeding into it on his own time, well. Mukuro was a demon after all. He took pride in his work and his ability to sin.

The flushed look on the young priest's face wasn't helping either, and Mukuro chuckled softly at what they both knew. He took another step forward, canting his head to the side to look up at that blushing face.]

Just as we both know at any time, you can put an end to this. Who has the real power here?

[Well, obviously Mukuro knew and believed it to be him, but a little lie never hurt.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Not for the first time, Chikusa regrets saying anything at all. Stubbornly, he does his best to keep his expression passive even as his face heats up more over the rim of his mug.]

Nothing that would impress you.

[Translation: shut up.]

[Mukuro coming closer and closer is setting off all of his instinctual alarm bells- the ones of danger, of temptation, of want. A part of Chikusa wants to step away somehow, get space again, but he doesn't. Instead, he stays where he is, and tries not to get too tense at the pointed question.]

Is that a trick question?

[possedere]

My dear young priest, everything you do impresses me.

[Which surprisingly might not be that much of a lie. Even if it sounded like it, with that low purring tone that Mukuro used. That carefully neutral expression wouldn't have fooled him even if Chikusa Kakimoto hadn't flushed the most fetching shade of red.

Mukuro couldn't help but chuckle softly at the young priest's retort, giving him some space as he went to sugar his tea and bring his mug to the table.]

I only have as much power to tempt you as you give me. [He glanced over his shoulder, smirking slightly.] How powerful are you going to let me be, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[kokuyoyo]

[As Mukuro swans away, Chikusa is left with the aggravating feeling, once again, of being mocked. It helps cool down his blush, at least, even as he side eyes the demon settling back in his kitchen. It's so annoying, having to actually consider if a demon is telling the truth or not instead of blanket dismissal of whatever came from their mouth.]

[...But then, is it true? The demon has always taken a strange interest in him. The first time, taking possession of his mentor, he'd been able to dismiss that. It had clearly been meant to throw the clergy into a panic that one of their own had been taken. But letting himself come again and again, doing all these good deeds despite being a demon simply in exchange for these visits and, well...]

[Chikusa has lapsed into momentary thought about it all, flush shimmering down to a soft pink, but he snaps out of it at Mukuro's voice. Immediately, there's a frown.]

I don't intend to lose to you or your schemes.

[possedere]

[Have an unimpressed look Chikusa Kakimoto, as Mukuro took a sip of his tea, resisting the urge to smirk at him over his cup.]

How do you plan to win then?

[Because as far as Mukuro could tell, he was winning just by not being shunned by the priest outright.]

[kokuyoyo]

[...That is actually a very good question, and Chikusa has a sneaking suspicion that "not falling into sin" isn't going to be good enough in this particular instance. More frowning, which he hides by drinking his tea...]

[...Before an idea occurs to him.]

Do you plan on finishing your tea quickly?

[possedere]

[That deflection was clumsy and duly noted, but Mukuro wouldn't comment on it with anything more than a soft amused chuckle. He took a delicate sip, focusing his attention on the cup in question.]

Why do you ask? Do you have something in mind?

[kokuyoyo]

Finish your tea.

[And that's all he's going to say after that firm order before leaning against a counter to finish his own.]

[possedere]

[My, my, just where was the young priest getting such confidence? Mukuro smirked almost indulgently, taking his time to finish his tea, not at all in a hurry to see what Chikusa Kakimoto had planned. Outwardly, anyway.

Once he was finished, he headed back over to the counter, setting his tea cup down in front of him.]

Should I make another?

[kokuyoyo]

[Mukuro taking his sweet time actually works in Chikusa's favor, somewhat. As the seconds drag on, he takes the time to center himself with each breath. Focusing on his lungs expanding and the slide of tea down his throat helps quite a bit.]

[He thinks he's prepared by the time Mukuro gets up, and Chikusa takes a second to close his eyes in preparation. He just has to approach this like he has in the past, for exorcisms- detached, doing a duty.]

[Right.]

[Setting his mug to the side, he starts to step closer to the demon.]

Don't bother.

[Taking a breath, he presses a palm against Mukuro's chest and presses in, trying to mimic how the demon had kisses him that first time.]

[possedere]

[Expression as near to guileless curiosity as a demon could muster, Mukuro searched the young priest's expression, as if trying to decode this new odd behavior. Perhaps he was readying himself to break the contract, to try to weasel out of having to pay Mukuro for his services, or to beg off for now.

So he made a soft surprised noise when he felt Chikusa Kakimoto's mouth against his, his hand hot as a brand against his chest. His eyes widened slightly for a second before he smirked, closing his eyes and leaning forward, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. So had this been what the young priest had been teaching himself? Mukuro couldn't complain in the least, fisting his hands in his shirt to draw him down closer, kissing him hungrily.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Oh- it's been so long, he'd forgotten how gluttonous the demon's kisses could be when he wasn't holding back. Chikusa's feet slide against tile as he maintains his balance against the sudden short pull of his shirt, and his fingers spasm against Mukuro's chest from surprise.]

[Ravenous, consuming- it's a kiss to get lost in. For not the first time, Chikusa almost does. His eyes flutter shut as their lips slide against one another, making way for their tongues, and he has to force himself to remember what he's doing. For a moment, he lets it go on.... Before reaching up with his free hand to tangle his fingers into Mukuro's hair and yank him back away from him.]

[possedere]

[If Mukuro's mouth wasn't already occupied, he'd have to grin victoriously. Sin, in his humble opinion, tasted much like this. Like saliva, like the swipe of a tongue, like a stuttering hot breath. He could practically feel the priest's will eroding with each brush of their lips, with each exchanged contact.

He had been debating whether or not to press the priest back against the counter behind them, to get a proper friction, when he felt the priest's fingers in his hair again. He let out a small noise of satisfaction at the touch, before he was so rudely yanked away.

Eyes narrowing slightly, he reflexively put a hand against Chikusa Kakimoto's as if to shield himself from any further rough treatment. Not that he necessarily minded it. My, just what had the young priest been looking into?]

Too much?

[He smirked up at the priest through lowered lashes, licking at his glistening lips.]

[kokuyoyo]

[He'd been looking into how Mukuro moans like he reached orgasm everytime Chikusa has touched his hair. It hadn't been very hard, and he's glad to see that it's still maintained some of its effectiveness. Easily, Chikusa removes his grip at that touch.]

[In fact, he goes one further and tries to step away. Another breath, another attempt at centering himself. Like an exorcism, detached, uninterested. He can fake it, if nothing else.]

Actually, more like just enough.

[He tries to shake his hand away from Mukuro's, twisting his body away in an attempt to straight up leave.]

[possedere]

[It may be hypocritical for a demon to call someone a tease, but that was exactly what Chikusa Kakimoto was being at the moment. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he took a step away from him, and Mukuro followed him sharply.]

Were the deeds I did worth so little?

[He leaned up to nip at the priest's neck, quick and insistent, before forcing himself to release him.]

You should be aware priest, that I won't take kindly to being denied what I want. Especially if you're going to do everything in your power to become more tantalizing.

[kokuyoyo]

[Since the idea had come to him, Chikusa had known the demon wouldn't care for it. However, he'd been hoping it would push him off balance. Instead, he's immediately close, teeth scraping against skin, and Chikusa's breath catches in his throat for that one invasive moment. Immediately, he thinks of that weight against him and his hips grinding into his-]

[And the demon withdraws, letting Chikusa's breath return. He crosses his arms as though physically pulling himself together and thins his lips, demanding his heart to calm.]

I was only giving you your "reward" for the night. If that's your response... Too much?

[An echo of the mocking words Mukuro had said to him just a moment ago.]

[possedere]

[Was the priest already catching onto his mannerisms? Normally that would be a sign that Mukuro should take his leave and haunt other places, but he found it fascinating in the face of the seemingly unyielding priest. He should be insulted, he supposed, but mostly it just made him laugh, and he took another step forward. He could see it for what it was. A deflection, an attempt to make himself not so obvious. The thudding of his heart rate was as loud as a drum, no matter how hard the young priest tried to quell it.]

Not enough.

[It was said shamelessly, Mukuro's eyes drifting down to the priest's lips.]

I want you to show me what else you've learned.

[kokuyoyo]

[Closer again. Chikusa swallows, throat bobbing, and tries to ignore how tense he is. This is nothing. Anything that happens, he can handle. He has a better idea now, doesn't he?]

And if I don't care what you want?

[possedere]

Doesn't it?

[Mukuro canted his head to the side, taking another step forward, so that they were toe to toe. He pressed in closer, lips almost brushing against skin.]

Isn't it the same as what you want?

[kokuyoyo]

[Automatically, his arms unfold at the invasion of space and one hand presses against Mukuro's chest- as a half hearted deterrent this time instead of a pin.]

You want to drag me into temptation.... I don't want that at all.

[Even if he hasn't backed away. Even if he's continued to call him. Even if his heart is in his throat, beating fast and loud.]

[Chikusa knows that, in a way, it's true. He and the demon's wants are very different things. But... It's becoming more and more obvious by the night that his wants are easily tugged and manipulated things.]

[possedere]

You sure it's not because you're there already?

[The distance that the priest was trying to enforce between them was superficial at best. Instead of burning the contract when he had a chance, he had added to it. Instead of reporting a demon haunting him, he had invited him into his dreams multiple times. Instead of throwing more holy water in Mukuro's face, he'd kissed him. Whether the young priest wanted to admit it or not, he was already too far gone.

Mukuro pressed a soft kiss against the juncture of jaw and neck, his lashes brushing against the priest's soft skin.]

Who are you trying to convince, Chikusa Kakimoto?