KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

[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?

[kokuyoyo]

[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.

[possedere]

My, my, so you've found another way to assuage your loneliness? Have you made new friends? Found the right clothes to hide your sins?

[Mukuro sat down lightly on the couch, stretching out lazily.]

Have you considered what might happen if you're not here to entertain me?

[kokuyoyo]

[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?

[possedere]

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

You're lying.

[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.

[possedere]

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

[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?

[possedere]

Not enough.

[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?

[kokuyoyo]

...You sound like a child.

[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.

[possedere]

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

[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.]

That's not exact. I need examples.

[possedere]

[Fight him Chikusa Kakimoto.

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?

[kokuyoyo]

[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.]

You... know well enough that I said no sex.

[It's all he can manage to say.]

[possedere]

[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.

[kokuyoyo]

[And there's the full red flush that might satisfy Mukuro a little more.]

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.]

[possedere]

[Definitely satisfying.

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.

[kokuyoyo]

I never forget them.

[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.]

[possedere]

[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.]

[kokuyoyo]

[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.]

[possedere]

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.]

[kokuyoyo]

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...]

[possedere]

There are few who would be able to offer.

[Because Mukuro was one of the most powerful, and knew his own strengths and weaknesses. Unlike most demons who believed it was solely to sin, and thus would be destroyed by doing anything against their nature, Mukuro knew better. There was a balance to be struck, a tightrope to walk.

Mukuro had been in the midst of taking off his socks when the priest continued to speak, turning his gaze onto him fully with interest, mouth curving slightly into a smirk.]

In fairness, what, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[He could guess, but why make this any easier for the priest? He had not made tempting him easy.]

[kokuyoyo]

[These kinds of games are ones he thinks he hates the most. There's no need for him to extrapolate further, but the demon will always play oblivious, forcing the words out of Chikusa's own throat. Sighing, he glances away with an embarrassed clench of his jaw and his fingers curling at his sides.]

In fairness... I suppose if you're going to take a shower, I should... with you.

[possedere]

[Just with that offer, Mukuro felt all his irritation and anger melt out of him, replaced instead with a sense of smug satisfaction and victory. And interestingly and with a small measure of concern, there was a slow blossoming of affection winding through his rib cage, a fond sort of worry. He had meant what he said about the priest giving everything to him willingly. He didn't want to hear it later, if the priest ever came to his senses, that Mukuro had tricked him into this. He wanted him to know exactly why and how he had gotten there, and who was to blame.

With more gentleness than he had displayed in a long time, he closed the distance between the two of them, lifting a hand to the mortal's face, cupping it tenderly so Chikusa Kakimoto would have to meet his gaze.]

Do not do it out of fairness. Do it if you want to.

[He let out a small chuckle, moving away to break the spell, tugging his hair tie out of his hair.]

I haven't worked so diligently to have you perish from blood loss.