KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.]

[kokuyoyo]

[His eyes don’t see the roads back to his apartment, and his ears are deaf to everything but his heart and Mukuro’s deceivingly quiet voice. That he doesn’t get into a wreck feels like a miracle all its own, leaving him safe to park his car and go up the steps leading to his home. The entire time, he’s far too aware of the demon’s presence behind him, and his morals wage war against his own desires with each step.]

[He shouldn’t do this. He told himself he wouldn’t. The demon only wants to corrupt him, to drag him to hell.]

[And yet. And yet.]

[Automatically, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door to his apartment, feeling his heart in his throat as he steps inside. Mukuro only needs to follow before the door is being hastily shoved shut behind him, and Chikusa’s fingers are digging into his arms as he steps closer.]

Only this.

[A desperate rasp of a murmur, before he leans in to catch his lips in his own.]

[possedere]

[If Mukuro hadn't been aware of his own limits in this body, he might have thought that he would have bewitched or possessed Chikusa Kakimoto for the trance-like state he seemed to enter just from that simple statement. Unwilling to break the moment, Mukuro kept surprisingly silent as they made their way back to the priest's home. He followed behind him as carefully and close as a shadow, practically tasting the tension thrumming through the priest, resisting the urge to lean forward and bite at his throat as if to swallow the rapid pulse of his beating heart.

Before Mukuro could even smirk or laugh in pleased victory, Chikusa Kakimoto's mouth was on his, the door pressing solidly against his back. Eagerly, Mukuro met his kiss, hands coming up to cup the priest's face almost tenderly, blood roaring in his ears. All of his careful work, his sacrifices, and patience seemed to finally be paying off. If nothing else, at least the priest was being honest with his desires.]

[kokuyoyo]

[All it takes is that touch, and it’s as though his body goes boneless, melts. How pathetic, even he has to admit, that he falls apart so smoothly and easily at the mere gesture of those hands cradling his face.]

[But… He’s wanted this. To be touched so intimately and carefully. Nothing like it has ever compared, and he’s been starving for it. Not since the demon first did it, either, but longer. No one has touched him like this for all his life, and, God help him, but he’s desperate for it. Nothing else compares to the pressure of Mukuro’s hands at his jaw or the warm slide of their lips against one another.]

[For all the time that’s passed, Chikusa still remembers the lessons he was taught. He’s clumsy with his kiss, yes, but he remembers as he attempts to press his tongue into Mukuro’s mouth in search of that way which sends fire down his spine.]

[possedere]

[Kissing the priest in reality was far different than doing so in dreams, in a borrowed body. In dreams, Mukuro had perfect control over his environment, his corporeal body, and most importantly, his own reactions.

Trapped in this prison of flesh, Mukuro was also prisoner to this body's reactions, to having his senses overwhelmed past the point of his control. The desperation in the priest's kiss was enough to stir fire in his blood, eating through his body as if he was made out of tinder.

Moaning, Mukuro opened his mouth eagerly for the priest's clumsy tongue, dragging him in closer, wedging a thigh between the priest's legs and arching up into him. The kiss was satisfying, but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough, and Mukuro didn't want to stop until he was good and properly satisfied.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Feeling pressure between his legs sends sparks crackling up his spine, and Chikusa gasp against the demon’s mouth. Already, he can feel his self control wavering, the longing in his chest curling tighter, and he tries to pull himself away from those tempting lips.]

Just- a kiss.

[Even if he wants more. Even if he hasn’t stepped away to lessen that leg against his crotch. Even if all he can think about is that encounter in their dreams, Mukuro’s teeth at his throat.]

[possedere]

[The priest drawing away wasn't unexpected, but it irritated Mukuro all the same, the loss of his warmth and his lips almost a physical blow. He leaned in closer, so that their lips were almost touching again, but not quite, lashes lowered.]

Are you sure that's all you want from me, Chikusa Kakimoto? When we both know I can give you so much more?

[As if to accentuated his point, he raised his leg slightly, applying more friction.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Curse the flesh’s weakness- curse his own weakness as he visibly has to bite down on his lip to fight back the moan that threatens to rise out of his chest as Mukuro grinds his leg up against the bulge steadily growing inside his pants. His hands pulls away from him, grinding up against the wood of his door as he tries to find restraint within himself.]

This… isn’t like the dreams.

[He squeezes his eyes shut, breath unsteady against those lips he can feel brushing against him.]

I’ll be stained…

[possedere]

Kufufu is that your only complaint? It's easy enough to avoid.

[If that was all, then it was easily surmounted. Still chuckling lightly, he reversed their positions, pressing the priest against the wood door delicately with one gloved hand. Then, eyes not leaving the priest's, he slid downward, before he was kneeling completely, a position that Chikusa Kakimoto should be familiar with.

He had gotten distracted last time from his task, and while he couldn't promise that he would be able to complete it this time, he was certainly fine with trying his best. Delicately, waiting for the priest to tell him to stop, he started to help him out of his clothes.]

[kokuyoyo]

[He blinks in confusion at the reassurance, off balance enough to be twisted back against the doorway. For a second, he doesn’t understand, but then the demon is smirking at him as he slides to his knees and oh.]

[Chikusa’s face blazes red, even as his mouth twists slightly.]

I was thinking more along the lines of my immortal soul, you realize.

[...But he’s still not stopping him, fingers curling against his palms and lightly grinding against the door at his back.]

[possedere]

[Ah, there it was. Mukuro had missed that adorable flush on the priest's features, finding that it suited him more than anything else. Except perhaps, for those endearingly adorable hats.

The talk of souls was only met with a small huff of laughter as Mukuro slid Chikusa's clothes off, pressing a light kiss against his thigh, and then a bite, repeating the pattern along the patch of exposed skin leisurely.]

You don't think there are some there already?

[After all, souls and dreams were ephemeral.]

[kokuyoyo]

[A notable bulge had already been pressing out against his pants, and Chikusa gasps softly as his arousal is freed from those tight confines, mostly hard and tip just faintly wet. As much as a part of him wants to look away, at least deny what sin he’s letting himself be tugged into… His eyes stay focused right down on the demon as his breath flows along his skin, sending tremors up his spine.]

Then… That’s all the more reason to stop you-

[Teeth, digging into his flesh, soft marks left behind, and Chikusa covers his mouth to muffle the way his voice strangles itself in his own throat. Again, he can feel his legs growing weak, twitching with every soft kiss and punishing nip.]

I hate how you do this…

[A muffled murmur that slips past his defenses.]