KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

[Since the young priest was most likely not in the state of mind to confirm any good deeds being done, Mukuro simply did none. If he was asked, he would say there were some in the works, but for now, he would take a break from them while he could. The sight of the young priest tasting pleasure for the first time was far more interesting to him, and he would take this as an advanced payment for what he would need to do in the future. That cloying feeling of doing good deeds still itched underneath his skin, and coupled with the ache to touch Chikusa Kakimoto, it was maddening.

Impatiently he waited for night to fall again, and for the priest to return to his dwelling. He had almost believed the priest would stay up all night solely to spite him or to pray more, but he was smugly satisfied when the priest did go to bed.

He was already going to be lying in the bed next to the young priest when he roused in his dreams, one hand propping up his head as he watched him, smirking.]

So? How was it?

[They hadn't exactly gotten to talk yesterday, and while Mukuro typically didn't mind being the only one to go on long monologues, he was curious as to what the young priest had to say.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Well. This is one way to wake up.]

[As soon as his mind comprehend the position they're in, Chikusa jerks upright and tries to yank the blankets higher even though his body is perfectly clothed.]

What- why are you in my bed?

[He was hoping for a little bit of a breather but, no, of course not. With what had happened last night, he knows it was just desperate hopefulness that made him think that was any sort of possibility.]

[possedere]

[Despite having bared it all to him less than twenty four hours ago, it struck Mukuro as hilarious that suddenly the priest would get prudish now. He laughed, trying to muffle the noise with a gloved hand and probably failing miserably.]

Why so shy now, priest? You weren't complaining yesterday.

[kokuyoyo]

[His attempt isn't exactly successful, no, and Chikusa's expression shifts into his usual bland displeased variants.]

That isn't answering my question.

[Also shut up]

[possedere]

My, my, I could have woken you up a different way, my young priest.

[He reached forward for him, smirking sharply.]

I could have been returning the favor you were so generous to give me yesterday.

[Because who doesn't want to wake up to a demon masturbating in your bed?]

[kokuyoyo]

[Chikusa, as it turns out, and he bats away Mukuro's hand with a flush ruining his disapproving stare.]

I don't want to be the audience to anything like that. [...He's pretty sure that's true.] And you're still not answering my question. Is it simply to get me riled up?

[Actually, why is he even asking? That's absolutely why.]

[possedere]

Are you so sure? You seemed so eager to join me in the shower.

[Mukuro let his hand fall to the side, letting out a soft sigh at Chikusa Kakimoto's less than warm reaction. And here he had behaved so well yesterday, only to be met with this sort of welcome.

He slid out of the bed, tossing his hair over his shoulder as he headed into the kitchen.]

Maybe I just want to be close to you, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[It probably didn't sound sincere in the least. But hey, could you expect anything more from a demon?]

[kokuyoyo]

[It's exactly because of his own behavior yesterday that he acts this way. While there'd been some things that couldn't be helped with their deal taken into consideration... He'd let too much happen. Right. This time, he'll have more control.]

[...Maybe.]

...After what you did yesterday... I'm well aware of what manner of close you want to be.

[Pouncing on him like that right after he'd- Chikusa shakes his head, coming out of the covers and setting his feet onto the floor. He's much slower to follow, but still does.]

[possedere]

I've followed every request you've made of me and you'll still act like I'm taking advantage of you?

[Mukuro shook his head, making a small 'tsk tsk' noise as he started the kettle for more tea, shooting the priest an knowing look over his shoulder as he shuffled in after him.]

Should I let you choose today what I can and can't do to you? Be as specific as you like.

[kokuyoyo]

I... didn't say that.

[He pauses, glancing away with a purse of his lips. There's something he's wondering, something that won't leave him alone.]

...What did you do?

[possedere]

Do? Yesterday, today, a few centuries ago? You'll have to be more specific, priest.

[Oh shit. He had a good idea what Chikusa Kakimoto might be getting at, and it was unexpected, really. He would have thought the priest would have been far too flustered to remember that portion of the deal or to check in after him.]

[kokuyoyo]

[A flicker of annoyance can be seen as he glances back to Mukuro, frowning. Then again... Perhaps he is being too vague.]

[Fortunately for Mukuro, it's not what he thinks it is.]

Last night. I've... never reacted like that before. I've- touched myself, so I'm familiar with that, but you did something.

[At least, that's the only thing it possibly could be, because Chikusa has no idea what's wrong with him otherwise. It was merely Mukuro talking, and he always talks. So what was it about that moment that had him moan in pleasure? That kept him pinned so thoroughly? Chikusa can't understand it.]

[possedere]

[Oh, that. The tension that had been building in Mukuro's shoulders evaporated instantly, and he prepared two mugs, chuckling softly.]

I only spoke to you, Chikusa Kakimoto. If you were expecting to hear I did dark magic or something supernatural, you'll be disappointed.

[He turned to face the mortal fully, smirking.]

It seems like you like being told what to do and being talked dirty to. Perhaps it's not too surprising, considering your occupation and religion.

[kokuyoyo]

[In contrast, Chikusa's own shoulders immediately jerk upwards sharply.]

What does that mean? With what I do and believe in, I'm- [A dusting of pink across the bridge of his nose that he tries to ignore.] -I should be more chaste no matter the situation.

[Not... whatever happened last night.]

[possedere]

[Mukuro crossed the distance between them in a few easy strides, until they were toe to toe. He smirked up at him from beneath his long lashes, leaning upward to brush his mouth against the priest's ear.]

It means that perhaps I should be giving you orders instead of the other way around.

[He drew back to enjoy the expression on Chikusa Kakimoto's face, chuckling at the idea that he should be 'chaste' after what he'd done.]

You're only human, priest. Just as infallible and prone to desires as the rest.

[kokuyoyo]

[There's no fighting the shiver that races down his spine when Mukuro does things like this, the feeling of those words against his ears just as bad as any caress. Chikusa suspects he'll have to surrender to the truth of that. But he still does his best regardless, hands curling into fists.]

I think not. Whatever happened last night... Even infallible as I am, I'm not going to let it happen again.

[possedere]

No? Then should we do something different?

[Mukuro tilted his head to the side to press a feather light kiss to the side of the priest's neck, his hands laid flat and lightly against his chest.]

Sit down, priest.

[It was said lightly, but there was a trace of command in it.]

[kokuyoyo]

[In some ways, the light kisses are as bad as the ones where Mukuro is kissing him hard enough to devour him. They're a preview of everything to come. That's the problem- the anticipation.]

[Just like before, even a bit of command has his heart lip up into his throat. But Chikusa is more stubborn than that, certainly after just making a declaration. Taking a deep breath, he glances up at Mukuro with narrowed eyes.]

What are you going to do?

[possedere]

[Chuckling softly, Mukuro met that wary gaze with an amused smirk, putting a hand gently on Chikusa Kakimoto's shoulders to guide him back towards the couch. He ignored the sound of the tea kettle whistling to signal that it was done in favor of scraping his teeth lightly along the skin that he had just kissed.]

Nothing you won't enjoy.

[Then pointedly:]

You can stop this at any time, priest.

[kokuyoyo]

[That hint of teeth is more than enough to make his knees go weak, and guiding him back becomes an easy thing then. Eyelashes fluttering, he's still about to point out how that's not at all a proper answer when the pointed remark stabs guilt through him.]

[...But something else soon occurs to him.]

Wait- [And there's his hand, coming up directly between Mukuro's mouth and his neck.] -what did you do? As your part of the deal?

[possedere]

[Fuck.

Mukuro withdrew to look at him in amusement, outwardly as calm and collected as always.]

I took care of the next two families on the list. A day probably wasn't long enough to get the news back to you.

[Or like ever, considering he hadn't done it yet, but forgive a demon for lying.]

[kokuyoyo]

[In a way, Chikusa supposes that makes sense... It's always taken a bit of time, from what he's understood, for the families to be affected and then communicate that effect back to the church and, thus, him.]

[Still...]

You couldn't wait? I would have thought that such time would be seconds from your point of view, considering how long you've lived.

[possedere]

Once again, you underestimate your allure.

[It was said with a soft sigh, Mukuro looking down at the priest almost indulgently.]

Yesterday was over far too quickly. I wanted to know your honest thoughts and opinions.

[kokuyoyo]

So, to hear those honest thoughts and opinions, you were going to put me on the couch and do who-knows-what to me.

[Ah, the return of the deadpan. Mukuro has been getting him so flustered and off-balance lately that it hasn't been brought out in quite some time. But here it is again, accompanied by a disbelieving raise of his eyebrow.]

[possedere]

Your body is far more honest with me than you are, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[As for that second retort, his mouth only curved upwards, his eyes glittering as he leaned in closer.]

I was going to suck you off until you came. Your complaint last time was that I wasn't quiet, correct?