KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

[Isn't it more like what they did together?

Mukuro could only laugh at that, shoulders shaking as he ducked even closer, mirth written across every inch of his face.]

Do you think I'd accost you in public, priest? Or are you hoping I will?

[He turned away to look for the cab, still chuckling.]

Is it taking advantage when you were a willing participant? How long are you going to act as if I did something you didn't enjoy?

[kokuyoyo]

[If only the demon had waited a month or two- then at least Chikusa could blame the red on his face from cold and harsher winds or hide behind a scarf. Even with the chilly night air, however, it hasn't gotten to such points yet, so all he can do is tuck his chin against his chest.]

Yes. Someone can be taken advantage of even if they agreed to something.

...And I never said I didn't enjoy it.... Don't put words in my mouth.

[possedere]

[Oh now that piqued Mukuro's interest, and he leaned in even closer, their arms touching.]

Really? Then how did you feel about the whole experience priest?

[It was difficult to tell if he was toying with him or not, but it was a dangerous game to play with a demon.

Though Chikusa Kakimoto would be saved from answering right away by the cab pulling up. Courteously, Mukuro opened the door for him before going around to the other side, asking for the driver to turn up the heat a bit. He was never going to get used to the cold.]

[kokuyoyo]

Ashamed, mostly.

[And, beyond that, Chikusa refuses to say anything more as he ducks into the cab. It's the return of the cold shoulder as he partially turns his body away from Mukuro, looking outside as they pass by building after building.]

[It's not only stubbornness that has him refuse to talk to Mukuro about the whole thing, but the presence of someone else, too. Even if this wasn't a sensitive topic, Chikusa is a private person. No one else should get insight into what's going on in his life, even if it's only bits and pieces.]

[And... what's happened with him and the demon in the past is very personal.]

[possedere]

Yet you enjoyed it all the same? What a good priest you are.

[Otherwise, he would leave Chikusa Kakimoto to his thoughts, drowsily leaning against the window as the quiet car ride started to lull him to sleep. It was only when the cab stopped that he opened his eyes, leaning forward to tip the cab driver before getting out, yawning slightly. The apartment complex wasn't anything too remarkable, just a squat little building in between a few stores, and Mukuro made his way in, heading up to the sixth floor.

He opened the apartment door with little difficulty, presenting the interior to Chikusa Kakimoto. Just kidding it looked more like this except tinier and with a comfy couch set down in front of a TV and random artwork hung all around. If the priest was adventrous enough, the bedroom looked like this.]

Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some tea?

[Mukuro shucked off his coat, draping it easily over one of the chairs as if he'd lived here forever instead of just a few days.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Well then. Chikusa isn't sure what he was expecting after hearing about the location Mukuro had chosen for his human dwelling. Yet he supposes he can't be surprised that it's leaps and bounds better than his simple and cheaply affordable little place. It's... chic. That's the word, he thinks, feeling more than a little awkward as he steps inside.]

[It's... been a long time since he's visited anyone's home. For anything other than business, anyway. As a priest, sometimes he's called upon for family troubles or to do last rites on the dying, but that's always in a purely professional sense. Being here for... a casual visit is new. Awkwardly he goes to settle down on the couch, definitely not adventurous enough to visit the bedroom.]

[...Besides, he can just imagine what the demon might say about that.]

Yes.

[His awkwardness carries into his voice, because he's even more unsure of what to say. Are you supposed to tell a demon that his apartment is nice? Chikusa suspects not. How did you even get a place like this anyway? He's not sure if he wants to know.]

[possedere]

[For once, Mukuro was going to leave the priest be and not point out the glaring weakness he was showing at the moment, heading into the kitchen to put the kettle on. It was different than in dreams, since he actually had to be mindful of everything, and if he wanted something not stocked in his pantry he couldn't just will it into existence.]

Are you still only drinking lemon tea or have you become adventurous, my cute priest?

[He paused, poking his head out of the kitchen to smirk.]

You can put your mind at ease. The couch isn't made of actual human skin and no murders were committed to get me here.

[kokuyoyo]

[As Mukuro pokes his head out, he'll be greeted by that typical slight frown Chikusa so often makes at him.]

I wasn't thinking that. [Except maybe a little.] And you don't have to call me that, either...

[But right. The question.]

...I've been trying white teas lately.

[possedere]

It's fine so long as it's not in public, isn't it?

[It probably wasn't fine but Mukuro was going to keep doing it anyway, and resistance was just going to be futile.

While it was good that the priest was getting out of his comfort zone, Mukuro hadn't adequately prepared. He frowned at his cabinets as if it was their fault, before sighing softly.]

I'll have some for next time. Would lemon be acceptable?

[kokuyoyo]

No.

[And they both know it. Still, Chikusa does know that the demon likely won't listen. After all, when has he ever? So he just adjusts himself on the couch, trying to seem calm and not wildly uncomfortable at all.]

[He's not very successful.]

[Still, he can't help but feel his lips twitch at the words that come from the kitchen.]

That's fine. Not so easy when it's not a dream, is it?

[possedere]

So I should just stick to calling you that in public? My, my, you've been getting rather bold Chikusa Kakimoto.

[Though for all his bluster and verbal rejection, he hadn't denied coming back to his apartment. Interesting.

Mukuro pouted as he came back out into the living room, taking a seat on the couch an acceptable distance away from the priest, sighing.]

Don't sound so smug about it, priest. I'm doing my best. I don't know how mortals get anything done. All I want to do is sleep.

[The sentence was fittingly punctuated with a yawn, Mukuro sighing in annoyance afterwards.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Like he said: the demon never listens. Chikusa stops trying, hand folding over the other as he comes back. How much more vulnerable he seems, now that they're on even playing fields. Truly, the difference between humans and demons is stark, and it's never been more noticeable than watching and listening to the demon complain.]

We've learned to manage, clearly. [He quirks an eyebrow.] What have your sleeping habits been like?

[possedere]

[That smartass comment was only going to make Mukuro nudge their knees together in displeasure, too tired to do much more than that.

However, the priest's question was a tempting one. 'Lonely' would undoubtedly make Chikusa Kakimoto turn red, but instead he decided to go a different route, turning to look at the mortal with a soft, amused smile.]

Worried about me, are you?

[kokuyoyo]

[Worried?]

[...Maybe he can't deny that. After all, look at all he's done: accepted a demon into his home, accepted his touches and compliments, and now he's sitting here in his house. Diverting his eyes down to his hands, Chikusa resists the urge to twist his lips in confusion.]

I'm not so petty that I'd wish you suffer now that you're on earth in a mortal body like the rest of humanity. I wouldn't be much of a priest then, would I?

[possedere]

[The priest could be endearingly honest and cute when he put his mind to it. But at the same time, there was a danger in this. Hadn't the priest gotten angry at him for 'lying'? For letting him assume things that were not true or outright misdirecting him?

He turned his face away, sighing softly.]

Don't forget that this is only temporary, priest. Even if this body is mortal, the soul inside is still that of a demon.

[Though it might not have its usual bite, since he sounded more drowsy than anything. When the kettle started to whistle, it took him a few moments to rouse himself up to shuffle over to the kitchen, yawning widely.]

I don't want to hear complaints about how I took advantage of you just because I'm in this form.

[kokuyoyo]

[How trying it must be, attempting for all the usual infernal dramatics but held back by the limitations and flaws of the human body. While he should be more worried, he can't help but acknowledge it's hard to be frightened when the demon is like this.]

[It's almost like he didn't come close to ruining Chikusa's life a few months ago.]

I'm aware. What would you rather I do in response, attempt to get you baptized?

[possedere]

If that's your response, I'd rather pick up where we left off last.

[It was both vexing and comforting to know that the priest was taking all of this in stride. Vexing because it meant that he might not be taking him seriously at all. Comforting because it meant that he wouldn't cut Mukuro out like this, at least not right away.

He sugared his tea liberally before bringing the tea to the couch, handing the priest his and holding his own mug with both hands, trying to get warm. It seemed ever since he had been trapped in this body, he hadn't been able to get warm.]

Or if you're still feeling shy, having dinner again would be nice.

[kokuyoyo]

[Of course. It's never long before one of those jokes came into being. Accepting his tea, Chikusa sighs into it which seems to help it cool a little.]

Is that all you wanted to do in that body? [He tests the temperature of the tea with his mouth, glancing at Mukuro from the corner of his eyes.] Tease me as usual and make innuendo?

[That can't be it... And he can't think they can go to how things were during their agreement. At least, Chikusa can't imagine he would. That time... is past. Even as pleasurable and relaxing as the touches were, he only did those things for a reason.]

[There's no reason now. He tells himself that firmly.]

[possedere]

My, my, should I do something different? I suppose I could go to church every Sunday and spend time with you there, but it might make things difficult for you.

[Mukuro yawned slightly before taking a sip of his tea, the hot liquid failing to rouse him. Undoubtedly within the next half hour he'd be sound asleep, so it bore asking:]

Would you like to stay the night?

[And before the priest could start flailing, he waved a hand dismissively.]

I would take the couch, unless you've missed having me in bed.

[kokuyoyo]

If you can't keep your lascivious comments to yourself, I shudder to imagine how you would be in a holy place.

[Although, for his use of wording, Chikkusa's tone is as deadpan as usual... Well, that can't be helped.]

[True enough, the invitation earns a sharp twitch of his fingers, and there's a look of wariness and puzzlement as he glances at Mukuro from the corner of his eyes. Is this a trick of some sort...? He wants to believe it, because that would be easier, but the demon really does seem genuinely exhausted.]

...I don't have a change of clothes, or anything else.

[possedere]

I can behave just fine. With proper motivation, of course.

[Instead of winking, Mukuro just yawned afterwards, shaking his head slowly as if to try to shake himself awake.

The priest's protests were sound ones, and placing his mug of tea on the coffee table, Mukuro just leaned back into the couch, curling up a little.]

Does a priest wear anything different day to day? You could leave early enough. If you need toiletries, I have extra.

[It definitely had nothing to do with Mukuro being vain as hell. Nope.]

[kokuyoyo]

It's a matter of cleanliness, not uniform.

[Now that's an idea that would make him shudder... Although if he woke up particularly early...]

[His plans are disrupted, and he takes a sip of his tea trying not to seem too suspicious.]

Oh, do you have many visitors then?

[Orgy joke from earlier, what orgy joke]

[possedere]

[Oh now that question was going to have Mukuro straightening slightly, sending the priest an amused look.]

Jealous?

[It was mostly teasing, so he added:]

As difficult as it might be for you to believe, I have people I look after or some who want to visit me. I'd be an ungracious host if I couldn't provide the basics for them.

[kokuyoyo]

More along the lines of concerned.

[After all, the demon had "looked after" him and look where it had gotten Chikusa. Or maybe they don't even realize what's happened- that body was once another human's after all. Such a line of thought only serves to make Chikusa frown more.]

[Maybe... he shouldn't try to leave the demon alone after all.]

...It is getting late. So long as you don't get up to your usual tricks...

[But if that exhaustion is genuine, Chikusa doesn't think he'll have to worry.]

[possedere]

Why should you be? I've never left you unsatisfied, have I?

[Still, since the priest seemed to be agreeing to stay the night, Mukuro painstakingly unfolded himself from the couch, gathering up his mug and draining it as he went into the kitchen. He rinsed it out and left it to dry before heading back towards the living room, gesturing for the priest to follow him.

Guess Chikusa Kakimoto was going to be adventurous today after all. He flipped the light switch on, heading into the room to dig out the toiletries from under the sink.]

Tooth brush, tooth paste, floss, disposable razor if you need one, and spare towels are in that cabinet over there if you need to take a shower in the morning.

[He yawned widely, stretching.]

Do you need anything else?