[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.]
[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.]
[Shuddering, Chikusa finally gathers up enough strength and will to actually push at the demon instead of his hand only there to fill in space. Even before that, however, the muscles underneath Mukuro's lips have gone taut and his shoulders are tense.]
[He's not there. He refuses. Chikusa knows he's made his mistakes, knows he's let his flaws take over.... But...]
[His other hand tightens into a fist at his side.]
I'm not going to let it happen. I'm not going to let you take what I have from me.
[Perhaps Mukuro had been celebrating prematurely. His eyes widened slightly at the push, but he went with it, taking a few steps back to give the priest his space. He turned away from him, chuckling softly.]
Good. I want you to give everything to me willingly, after all. If I wanted to take, I would have done so already.
[He flicked his hair out of his face disinterestedly, heading back towards the couch.]
Should I take my time with this list, Chikusa Kakimoto? Or would it be better to come back when it is all done?
[Mukuro leaving always puts him so off-balance, and Chikusa still doesn't know if it's because it's betraying his expectations or his desires. Either way, he shakes his head to get rid of the feeling and wraps his arms around himself.]
[Calm. He can be calm.]
...I think I'd be more than perfectly fine with you taking a nice long while before coming back.
[There's no need for any of this. Both of them know the answer to those questions, know why Chikusa still twitches with every one.]
[Nothing has changed. Not truly. For all his attempts, trying to change his life has felt like trying to speak a new language and understand a foreign culture. What's to blame- his lack of experience or some intrinsic part of him?]
[Chikusa doesn't answer. He only wanders, carefully, to the entrance of the kitchen with his eyes watching Mukuro.]
Is that supposed to be a threat of how you'd be harassing someone else right now?
[Seeing the priest twitch and close the distance, even if minutely, between them made Mukuro smile self-assuredly. He met the priest's gaze evenly, lashes lowered slightly.]
No need to be so rude, priest. Not everyone has the same fascinating hang-ups that you do.
[He canted his head to the side, smirk sharpening.]
Are you saying you wouldn't miss me at all if I were to leave? I would miss you.
[The words are quiet but sharp, an indication of how aggravated he is by having his 'hang ups' pointed out so blatantly. Best he can, he straightens out his posture and his shoulders draw in tighter.]
Even if you were true with what you told me at our first meeting, that I caught your attention, you'd never miss a mere human toy.
[That sharp retort was only going to be met with laughter, Mukuro leaning forward to meet the priest's eyes in amusement.]
Is it? Or is that more comforting than if that was the truth?
[Though, the more Chikusa Kakimoto spoke, the more difficult Mukuro's decision became. Should he cut it as close to the truth as he was able or should he lie? Decisions, decisions.
Instead, he bared his teeth in a semblance of a grin or of a predator raising its hackles, his eyes narrowed.]
Yet I am still here, doing these 'good deeds' solely for your benefit. I have kept my word and done no further harm to your mentor. I have stopped myself whenever you've asked me. Don't underestimate yourself, and what I do for you, priest.
[In contrast to a normal person's reactions, comfort starts to trickle through him at their opposing stances. The tension which has been present in his body starts to ease up as he meets those narrow eyes.]
"Solely" for my benefit? It seemed like you've been getting at least something out of these encounters too, haven't you?
[Mukuro repeated, though this time it sounded more petulant than anything. He leaned back against the couch, frowning as he turned back to look at the priest.]
How long should I be satisfied by brief kisses, my young priest?
[It's half a deflection and half a bemused observation. Chikusa himself has witnessed that the demon can be powerful, and tempting, and frightening.... and yet here he is, acting like a child being denied candy.]
[Besides, it gives him enough time to think, frowning to himself.]
[Maturely, Mukuro was only going to make a face at being called a child, which probably wouldn't help his case. He was tempted to let Chikusa Kakimoto know who among them was actually the child, when he asked a far more interesting question.
This time, Mukuro stood again, taking a few steps closer towards the young priest.]
Everything. The things that you have learned and things you haven't learned yet. It might be better to show you.
[Hey, he said like a child. It's perfectly acceptable and also true.]
[But that's all out of Chikusa's head as Mukuro stands again, drawing further into himself. He knows where this is going. He knows that he won't stop this as much as he should.]
Instead of invading the priest's personal space ruthlessly, Mukuro stopped a good distance away, leaning forward, canting his head to the side to look up at Chikusa Kakimoto's face in amusement.]
Would you be able to handle those examples, priest? Even with your learning, that's only the tip of the iceberg.
[Still, if the priest insisted...]
I want to grind against you again until you cum, take you in my mouth until you cum again, and then fuck you until you can't stand. I want to watch you as you touch yourself. I want to join you in the shower and touch you until you can't stand it.
[As it turns out, in this case, Mukuro is completely right: he's not able to handle the examples.]
[Oh, he certainly tries. It's an admirable attempt. The first example he keeps his face blank at, because it's already (nearly) happened, and even the second earns only a slight twitch. However, every word after that breaks through, pink splotches gathering across pale skin until he's the color of peaches.]
[The way he reaches up to adjust his glasses, well, maybe it's more than for the glasses' sake. His voice is strangled tight as he speaks.]
[The priest's efforts were to be admired, it was true. Mukuro had seen lesser mortals fall by his words alone, and if all he got from this one was a flushed face, well, perhaps he was losing his touch. Or perhaps he really was at his mercy, if he found such an expression enough to satisfy him for now.
That retort was only going to make Mukuro laugh, and he propped himself against the priest's table, smirking knowingly.]
The contract stated only 'complete intercourse'. There are many things I can do to you that won't violate that clause.
[He lowered his lashes and his voice, smirk only widening.]
Though I'm confident even that clause you'll be rewriting soon enough.
Mukuro was not a good person in the least, so that wavering tone in the priest's voice was only going to make him chuckle more, and he leaned forward to give him more examples when Chikusa Kakimoto made that foolish promise. He was sure that the young priest hadn't forgotten anything that Mukuro had done to him, and that thought only made him smirk wider.
The knowledge that the priest was slowly succumbing to temptation was enough to tide him over for tonight, so he shrugged his shoulders elegantly.]
Make sure you remember your words, Chikusa Kakimoto. I'll look forward to next time, then.
[The words still feel as though they're fresh on his lips when he awakens, heart pounding in his chest. Already, he can feel himself regretting the promise he'd made, but what can he do? It's been done.]
[Best he can, he goes through the motions of his life as though nothing has changed. He does his duties as a priest, deafens his ears to demons he exorcises, and tries to fill his life as best he can by venturing out more. Occasionally, he sits in public places and idly sketches things out. Sometimes it even draws people to speaking with him.]
[And.... every night, best he can, he practices touching himself- testing pleasure on his own, but never letting himself reach that edge where he might come. It's mastery over his own flawed body, he tells himself, trying to extend how long he can last more and more. If nothing else, he's relatively sure he's getting better at it.]
[But not better enough to be more confident when he finds himself awakening in a dream again, well aware of the reasons why. Swallowing, he pushes himself up searching for sight of the demon.]
[Though Mukuro was impatient and possessed quite a great deal of power and cunning, he couldn't do good deeds in a quick and painless manner. Having to do them indirectly took some time, and if he was being honest with himself, there were still some sins he had to sow as well.
While he would like to believe the payout would be worth it in the end, until then, his teeth were set on edge and his skin crawled to have to perform more good deeds. Briefly, he wondered what god was doing in heaven, watching him as he toiled on trying to tempt one of her best and brightest, or if she was still as blind as the day he had left her.
It was a few days before Mukuro finished two of the deeds on the list, and in the dream, he was in the bathroom, starting the shower. Irritably, he shrugged off his coat, tucking his gloves into its pockets to feel the temperature of the water.]
I'll give you the choice of what you'd like to do, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Either way, he was going to need this shower to try to wash off all the good he had been doing.]
[Well, this is new. Getting out of his bed, he wanders over to the doorway of the bathroom to watch him.]
...Thank you for the consideration. [Best to start this encounter off not negatively.] So you really can't stand it that much? Good deeds?
[Asking is half a distraction, but... Also not. Just like when they'd been talking about the fates of a demon, of taking on a human host properly in a way that wasn't possession, there's that curiosity. Demons are still such unknowns, after all.]
Does it bring you some peace to know that this is just as distasteful for me as it is for you to succumb to temptation?
[Mukuro undid his boots, setting them neatly by the toilet, glancing over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow at the priest.]
Or are you trying to learn a demon's weaknesses to use them for later?
[After all, he had been drawn to the young priest because he had been such a talented exorcist. Just telling him this much felt like putting nails in his own coffin.]
I doubt I could convince many other demons to do as you've been doing.
[Not to mention, he knows, he doesn't want to make this a repeat performance in his life. Well.... Besides how much it already is with this single demon, anyway.]
I'd... planned on just the example you'd used of touching myself but.... in fairness...
[It seems like he's rethinking that for something else...]
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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.]
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[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?
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[Shuddering, Chikusa finally gathers up enough strength and will to actually push at the demon instead of his hand only there to fill in space. Even before that, however, the muscles underneath Mukuro's lips have gone taut and his shoulders are tense.]
[He's not there. He refuses. Chikusa knows he's made his mistakes, knows he's let his flaws take over.... But...]
[His other hand tightens into a fist at his side.]
I'm not going to let it happen. I'm not going to let you take what I have from me.
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Good. I want you to give everything to me willingly, after all. If I wanted to take, I would have done so already.
[He flicked his hair out of his face disinterestedly, heading back towards the couch.]
Should I take my time with this list, Chikusa Kakimoto? Or would it be better to come back when it is all done?
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[Calm. He can be calm.]
...I think I'd be more than perfectly fine with you taking a nice long while before coming back.
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[Mukuro sat down lightly on the couch, stretching out lazily.]
Have you considered what might happen if you're not here to entertain me?
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[Nothing has changed. Not truly. For all his attempts, trying to change his life has felt like trying to speak a new language and understand a foreign culture. What's to blame- his lack of experience or some intrinsic part of him?]
[Chikusa doesn't answer. He only wanders, carefully, to the entrance of the kitchen with his eyes watching Mukuro.]
Is that supposed to be a threat of how you'd be harassing someone else right now?
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No need to be so rude, priest. Not everyone has the same fascinating hang-ups that you do.
[He canted his head to the side, smirk sharpening.]
Are you saying you wouldn't miss me at all if I were to leave? I would miss you.
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[The words are quiet but sharp, an indication of how aggravated he is by having his 'hang ups' pointed out so blatantly. Best he can, he straightens out his posture and his shoulders draw in tighter.]
Even if you were true with what you told me at our first meeting, that I caught your attention, you'd never miss a mere human toy.
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Is it? Or is that more comforting than if that was the truth?
[Though, the more Chikusa Kakimoto spoke, the more difficult Mukuro's decision became. Should he cut it as close to the truth as he was able or should he lie? Decisions, decisions.
Instead, he bared his teeth in a semblance of a grin or of a predator raising its hackles, his eyes narrowed.]
Yet I am still here, doing these 'good deeds' solely for your benefit. I have kept my word and done no further harm to your mentor. I have stopped myself whenever you've asked me. Don't underestimate yourself, and what I do for you, priest.
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"Solely" for my benefit? It seemed like you've been getting at least something out of these encounters too, haven't you?
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[Mukuro repeated, though this time it sounded more petulant than anything. He leaned back against the couch, frowning as he turned back to look at the priest.]
How long should I be satisfied by brief kisses, my young priest?
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[It's half a deflection and half a bemused observation. Chikusa himself has witnessed that the demon can be powerful, and tempting, and frightening.... and yet here he is, acting like a child being denied candy.]
[Besides, it gives him enough time to think, frowning to himself.]
What.... other things would you want? Be exact.
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This time, Mukuro stood again, taking a few steps closer towards the young priest.]
Everything. The things that you have learned and things you haven't learned yet. It might be better to show you.
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[But that's all out of Chikusa's head as Mukuro stands again, drawing further into himself. He knows where this is going. He knows that he won't stop this as much as he should.]
That's not exact. I need examples.
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Instead of invading the priest's personal space ruthlessly, Mukuro stopped a good distance away, leaning forward, canting his head to the side to look up at Chikusa Kakimoto's face in amusement.]
Would you be able to handle those examples, priest? Even with your learning, that's only the tip of the iceberg.
[Still, if the priest insisted...]
I want to grind against you again until you cum, take you in my mouth until you cum again, and then fuck you until you can't stand. I want to watch you as you touch yourself. I want to join you in the shower and touch you until you can't stand it.
[Mukuro raised an eyebrow, smirk sharp.]
Are those examples good enough?
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[Oh, he certainly tries. It's an admirable attempt. The first example he keeps his face blank at, because it's already (nearly) happened, and even the second earns only a slight twitch. However, every word after that breaks through, pink splotches gathering across pale skin until he's the color of peaches.]
[The way he reaches up to adjust his glasses, well, maybe it's more than for the glasses' sake. His voice is strangled tight as he speaks.]
You... know well enough that I said no sex.
[It's all he can manage to say.]
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That retort was only going to make Mukuro laugh, and he propped himself against the priest's table, smirking knowingly.]
The contract stated only 'complete intercourse'. There are many things I can do to you that won't violate that clause.
[He lowered his lashes and his voice, smirk only widening.]
Though I'm confident even that clause you'll be rewriting soon enough.
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I will not be rewriting that clause.
[He's sure of it.]
[...Moderately sure of it.]
[Glancing away, he licks his lips and tries to think without getting too caught up in the frenzy of thoughts the demon has stirred up.]
....Tonight, just the kiss. I still haven't forgotten what you did last time. But... the next...
[He bites his lip.]
...I might be willing to try one of the examples. But not the first.
[He didn't say that hastily or anything, no.]
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Mukuro was not a good person in the least, so that wavering tone in the priest's voice was only going to make him chuckle more, and he leaned forward to give him more examples when Chikusa Kakimoto made that foolish promise. He was sure that the young priest hadn't forgotten anything that Mukuro had done to him, and that thought only made him smirk wider.
The knowledge that the priest was slowly succumbing to temptation was enough to tide him over for tonight, so he shrugged his shoulders elegantly.]
Make sure you remember your words, Chikusa Kakimoto. I'll look forward to next time, then.
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[The words still feel as though they're fresh on his lips when he awakens, heart pounding in his chest. Already, he can feel himself regretting the promise he'd made, but what can he do? It's been done.]
[Best he can, he goes through the motions of his life as though nothing has changed. He does his duties as a priest, deafens his ears to demons he exorcises, and tries to fill his life as best he can by venturing out more. Occasionally, he sits in public places and idly sketches things out. Sometimes it even draws people to speaking with him.]
[And.... every night, best he can, he practices touching himself- testing pleasure on his own, but never letting himself reach that edge where he might come. It's mastery over his own flawed body, he tells himself, trying to extend how long he can last more and more. If nothing else, he's relatively sure he's getting better at it.]
[But not better enough to be more confident when he finds himself awakening in a dream again, well aware of the reasons why. Swallowing, he pushes himself up searching for sight of the demon.]
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While he would like to believe the payout would be worth it in the end, until then, his teeth were set on edge and his skin crawled to have to perform more good deeds. Briefly, he wondered what god was doing in heaven, watching him as he toiled on trying to tempt one of her best and brightest, or if she was still as blind as the day he had left her.
It was a few days before Mukuro finished two of the deeds on the list, and in the dream, he was in the bathroom, starting the shower. Irritably, he shrugged off his coat, tucking his gloves into its pockets to feel the temperature of the water.]
I'll give you the choice of what you'd like to do, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Either way, he was going to need this shower to try to wash off all the good he had been doing.]
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...Thank you for the consideration. [Best to start this encounter off not negatively.] So you really can't stand it that much? Good deeds?
[Asking is half a distraction, but... Also not. Just like when they'd been talking about the fates of a demon, of taking on a human host properly in a way that wasn't possession, there's that curiosity. Demons are still such unknowns, after all.]
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[Mukuro undid his boots, setting them neatly by the toilet, glancing over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow at the priest.]
Or are you trying to learn a demon's weaknesses to use them for later?
[After all, he had been drawn to the young priest because he had been such a talented exorcist. Just telling him this much felt like putting nails in his own coffin.]
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[Not to mention, he knows, he doesn't want to make this a repeat performance in his life. Well.... Besides how much it already is with this single demon, anyway.]
I'd... planned on just the example you'd used of touching myself but.... in fairness...
[It seems like he's rethinking that for something else...]
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