KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

[It would have been far too easy to make more insinuations about how interested in his body the priest was being, but since he seemed wearily ready to spend more time with Mukuro, he would do his best to continue to behave. All he did was shoot the priest an amused look, but his mouth was kept shut for once.

Not that it lasted long, since he let out a small laugh as he took a few steps so he could stand in front of the priest, tipping his face back up to smirk at him.]

I wasn't the one to get me out of my clothes, was I?

[kokuyoyo]

[Having that whole incident has Chikusa's eyes shy away. It's not something he's forgotten, even if it had happened months ago. While it's by far not the most scandalous thing Mukuro has ever done, it'd still been hard to avoid thinking about it.]

You say that as though it were in a sexual way...

[possedere]

So your thoughts were pure the whole time?

[Mukuro feigned some surprise, before grabbing back onto the priest's hand, smiling up at him to distract him.]

Should we take your car as well? Lead the way.

[kokuyoyo]

[The way his lips twitch probably gives away that, no, some of his thoughts weren't really that pure, so he's almost glad for the chance in subject. Wordlessly, he ducks his head in a nod before turning and starting to tug Mukuro along the streets.]

[Parking in the more populated parts of the city makes it difficult sometimes to find a decent parking spot but, thankfully, parking garages make it easier. At the same time, the emptiness of the place filled with only cars make it all the harder for Chikusa to not pay the demon or his closeness any mind.]

[Hopefully Mukuro isn't expecting his car to be anything fancy. He's a priest, not a millionaire CEO.]

[possedere]

[Too easy in some things, his cute little priest. Mukuro didn't bother hiding his smug smile, but didn't comment as he followed along after the priest. It was curious at how easily the priest accepted these small, almost innocent touches from him without complaint, but words he treated as if they were curses. Though perhaps that's what Mukuro's suggestions were, phantoms that haunted the priest when he least wanted them to.

If Chikusa Kakimoto was expecting anything from Mukuro, he wouldn't be disappointed.]

Should my next act of kindness be to donate to the church?

[Though it was better than the bus, at any rate.]

[kokuyoyo]

Charity wouldn’t go to getting me a new car.

[Well. Some priests, he knows, do that. However, Chikusa likes to think himself a proper priest who needs little.]

[...How accurate that title of propriety is when he’s going on outtings like this with a frighteningly powerful and tempting demon is… possibly up for debate.]

If you’re going to complain, get a car of your own.

[possedere]

My, my, so stalwart in everything you do.

[It was both admirable and irritating. Though, if Chikusa Kakimoto was so susceptible to sin and temptation, Mukuro wouldn't have had to don this mortal body in order to get closer to him.

He waved a hand breezily as if to shoo away the priest's rude retort, getting into the car easily enough.]

No thank you. The bus makes for an entertaining ride.

[kokuyoyo]

No, just sensible.

[It’s a dry answer as he settles into the driver’s seat, turning on the ignition. After all, his words are merely fact. There are a lot of things the church could use money for, and his salary is last on the list.]

[But that’s his excuse. As he starts to get them out of the parking garage, he glances curiously at Mukuro.]

...It’s strange to imagine you on a bus.

[possedere]

[There was an easy barb that Mukuro could make about the priest's 'sensibility' but considering Chikusa Kakimoto was still spending time with him, and even taking him home, Mukuro could behave. But that didn't stop him from grinning over at the priest, mouth quirked up knowingly.

He made sure to settle his painting delicately across his lap as he buckled in, shrugging carelessly.]

In this form, I have limited modes of transportation. Besides, it can be rather illuminating about humanity to people watch.

[Also he couldn't drive to save his life but ssh ssh.]

[kokuyoyo]

Coming from you, I feel as though I should be uneasy from what comes out of your people watching.

[After all, it seemed like he was watching him for quite some time before making a move for interaction. So. Some justifiable cause for concern. Keeping his eyes on the road, Chikusa considers something.]

So that’s another thing that’s still interesting for you...

[possedere]

It's nothing I haven't done before. It's just more up close than I'm accustomed to.

[He watched the priest's face, unhindered now that his attention was elsewhere, admiring the smoothness of his skin, the delicate column of his neck, and his hands steady on the steering wheel. The few times Mukuro had tried to get behind the wheel of a vehicle had ended up disastrously, yet the priest does it so effortlessly. Mukuro would be jealous if he wasn't enjoying the private space in the car, their own little world encased in metal.]

Are you jealous priest? There's no need to be. There are none who have caught my interest like you have.

[kokuyoyo]

Did I say I have that kind of problem with it?

[Even if it makes his grip tighten on the steering wheel, his heart fluttering with longing. Once again, the demon tells him the kind of things he wants to hear. With every repetition of those words, they seem to work on him better and better. Truly, he must be weak, to fall prey to a demon saying such things even when he knows better.]

My only concern are as a priest, wondering if you’re tempting more people into sin.

[possedere]

Do you believe you need to say it for me to know it? Just because my senses are dulled like this doesn't mean I've completely forgotten how to read you.

[If it was said slightly smug, well, Mukuro had earned that right. He had spent a great deal of time studying Chikusa Kakimoto after all, and for someone who tried so hard to be difficult to read, it only made the slight changes in his expression that much more obvious.

Slyly, he reached over to brush a hand against the priest's knee, smirking.]

So you're suggesting I should refocus all my efforts to drag only you into temptation? How noble.

[kokuyoyo]

[Being suddenly touched has his leg jerk, the car speeding up by a hair before he hastily corrects himself. His jaw is clenched as he steadfastly refuses to look at the demon, keeping his eyes focused straight ahead.]

Not while I’m driving...

[possedere]

Then when we make it to your apartment, priest?

[It was purred out low and heady, Mukuro's eyes sharpening with interest. He retracted the hand, though his gaze never left the priest's face.]

[kokuyoyo]

Are you trying to say you didn't plan on starting anything like that if you could from the start?

[At least he can breathe, now, although his skin still feels like it's tingling from where the demon had touched him. It's deplorable, really, how much he can still so clearly remember his more indecent touches against his body.]

[possedere]

[That retort was enough to get a small chuckle out of Mukuro, and he canted his head to the side, letting his hair spill over his shoulder lazily as he kept his gaze fixated on the priest.]

I've been rather honest with my intentions priest. Yet, even though you know them, you invited me somewhere we can be alone.

[He lowered his voice and his lashes, smirking up at the priest in amusement.]

So the real question is this: do you desire the same thing I do or are you just that confident in the invincibility of your control and morals?

[kokuyoyo]

[Somehow, despite being in a fragile mortal body and having not done any harm to him since the moment they first met, the demon seems more dangerous like this: voice low and smooth, the weight of his stare threatening to drag Chikusa down, and he can imagine the look on his face even without glancing to him.]

[Dangerous because of how tempting he is, not the harm he can do.]

I thought I made it clear… [Coming to a red light, he finally looks back to Mukuro, chin tipped downwards so that he can look up at the demon from beneath his bangs.] Whatever desires I might have don’t matter.

[possedere]

Kufufu, of course they matter, my cute little priest.

[He lifted a knuckle to his mouth as if to muffle the sound of his laughter, Mukuro's mismatched gaze meeting the priest's evenly.]

Haven't I said over and over again that I have a vested interest in them? Have more care for your own wants, or let me know them so I can take care of them.

[kokuyoyo]

[His wants… Swallowing, he tears his eyes away to look back up at the streetlights. He knows what he wants, and he’s certain the demon knows too for all their playing. He wants to be touched, to be claimed, and to be kept.]

[Against all sense and training, he wants the creature sitting besides him, and he wants to be wanted in return.]

I've been taking care of them well enough, I imagine.

[possedere]

Oh? And your touches alone are satisfying?

[Because let's be real, if the priest was going to accuse him of only having dirty thoughts, Mukuro was more than willing to oblige him.

He watched the priest's face with keen interest, no doubt remembering the last time that Chikusa Kakimoto had been on full display before him, flushed and wanting as he had pleasured himself.]

[kokuyoyo]

[At first, he opens his mouth, fully prepared to say that he can manage on his own just fine- his own touches have been pleasurable enough, haven’t they? On the occasions he’s given into that temptation?]

[But… Slowly, his lips close again, and his fingers grip the steering wheel tightly again. That would be a lie… There’s always been something lacking: a hot breath against his throat, a pressure along his body, and, most of all, the feel of lips stealing his breath away.]

[Shame in every inch of him, he shakes his head as the light changes and he tries to put his attention back to the road.]

[possedere]

[That small shake of his head was barely discernable, but to Mukuro, it was enough to get the blood in his borrowed body flowing sharply and quickly, his heart racing. Chikusa Kakimoto might as well have gone to the top of the mountains to shout he was ready to be claimed and taken, and Mukuro wasn't one to deny himself or someone else a chance to sin.]

What do you want me to do to you when we get home?

[It was purred out soft and slow, but Mukuro's eyes were burning as he leaned forward, careful not to touch the priest just yet, but just barely restraining himself.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Mukuro’s voice is as bad as any touch he could lay on him, the mere sound of it drawing slowly up his spine like a teasing finger. There’s a road in front of him, Chikusa knows, but he can’t truly see it at all. Only habit and instinct keeps him straight and obeying the law as his heartbeat pounds in his ears..]

You know… I didn’t agree to anything.

[It’s weak even to his ears; he must sounds pathetic to another’s. Faltering. He swallows, feeling like a rock is being pushed through his throat.]

A- a kiss.

[While it might seem like it’s back to basics for the demon, well… It had been his first brush of sin. The first thing that had made him moan.]

[possedere]

[Even though Mukuro's senses were blunted in this deplorable vessel, he could practically taste the priest's arousal, the beating thrum of his heart like the organ was in his mouth. Smirking, he didn't bother to argue with the priest about what he had agreed to or not, and his silence was aptly rewarded.

His eyes sharpened when Chikusa Kakimoto put in his request. As meager and small as it might be, it was a large step from the man who hadn't wanted to touch him or be around him just weeks prior. Mukuro would take his victories while he could and eek out a mile out of an inch.]

Anything you want, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[It was said softly, Mukuro leaning back in his seat, satisfied for now, and slightly impatient to get back to the priest's apartment.]