KHR Hell because fuck

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[kokuyoyo]

[Really, it’s a good thing he didn’t start on his tea while the demon still had a mouth unoccupied. Chikusa can only imagine how hard he would have choked on his tea at that last statement. As it is, it’s just a sharp inhale of breath as he imagines- no. That’s the first step to everything going straight to hell, literally in this case.]

[His face is still burning in a way that has nothing to do with the steam rising up out of his mug.]

Just- my bathroom. Go do it in their to make yourself presentable.
[His fingers dig in tighter against his tea.]

...I’ve committed enough sin in a day….

[possedere]

[What a splendid reaction. Mukuro had to keep himself from laughing at the way the priest flushed all red and lovely, hiding his amusement behind his tea mug.]

If it helps ease your conscious, I was the one committing most of the sin.

[Mukuro smirked wickedly, before finishing off his tea. He flicked his hair casually over his shoulder, giving the priest one last, heavy stare before getting up.]

I'll be in the bathroom then. If you change your mind, let me know.

[kokuyoyo]

[That’s not how it works at all, a fact that he’s sure both he and the demon know, but he doesn’t say anything against it. There are certain arguments that aren’t worth the breath it would take to have them. So he keeps his eyes focused downwards, not wanting to see what look the demon gives him, and waits until he hears his footsteps fade away. Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Chikusa moves himself back to his couch. Already, he can feel regrets and uncertainty start to weigh down on him all the harder.]

[Only a kiss…. That’s what he had meant to happen. A kiss wasn’t inherently sinful, after all, no matter the recipient, even if the memories he had associated with it were. But what had happened, right there in the entranceway of his own home, against the door… As he sinks down into his couch, Chikusa thinks of it and shudders. He’s never going to be able to get rid of that mental image now: Mukuro on his knees, lips wrapped around his cock, those eyes focused straight on him with every lewd wet noise.]

[Chikusa squeezes his legs together and does his best to focus on the tea in his hands while he waits for the demon to finish his business. Except that doesn't do much for him at all, as it turns out, so by the time Mukuro comes out from the bathroom, it's highly likely that he'll find the priest quietly praying with a half finished mug of tea on the coffee table.]

[possedere]

[It was a bit of a disappointment and a slight surprise that the priest didn't follow him in, but Mukuro supposed he had pushed him as far as he could for one day.

To give the priest some semblance of dignity and decorum, he closed both the bedroom and bathroom door to help muffle any noise, as well as let the shower run lightly. He gave it a few moments just in case the priest decided to change his mind, toying with the idea of doing this on the bed for comfort and to have the delicious imagery of the priest doing the what he was about to do in the same spot, before restraining himself. It probably wasn't wise to do so just yet.

He shimmied his pants down halfway down his thighs, sighing in relief as his cock sprung free. As he leisurely gripped his shaft and stroked, he recalled the flushed look on Chikusa Kakimoto's face, the sounds he made, how he had tasted. Mukuro wasn't looking to win awards for stamina today, and he was concerned about his cute little priest, so it was a quick and somewhat unsatisfying orgasm before he cleaned himself up, turned off the shower, and headed back to the living room. He had expected to come back to an empty apartment with the priest long gone, but instead he was amused to find him praying.

Gently, he dropped on teh couch next to him, canting his head to the side.]

That sinful?

[Sorry if he sounded very pleased with himself, except not really.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Has Mukuro ever regretted anything, even a single solitary thing, in his whole existence?]

[With only his breathing and the sound of occasional traffic outside his window, it’s easy for him to tell when the demon walks back out from his bathroom, and Chikusa squeezes his eyes tighter as if to steel himself. He doesn’t want to see how Mukuro looks- if he’s disheveled, redfaced, any of that. It’ll only awaken sinful urges again.]

...I’ve broken my vow of celibacy. Of course it’s that sinful.

[possedere]

[Few and far between, but no creature could go through as many lifetimes as he had without having a few.

Though Mukuro was sorely tempted to, he didn't reach out to touch the priest, instead folding his legs underneath his body, watching Chikusa Kakimoto in interest.]

This isn't the first vow or sin you've committed, priest.

[It almost sounded sympathetic, but mostly, Mukuro was tired. The day had worn on him, and the post coital haze was making him sleepy.]

Should I leave?

[kokuyoyo]

Yes.

[Well. At least Mukuro doesn't have to wait long for an answer.]

[He's not finished, however, hands slowly lowering until they're no longer in prayer, merely loosely clasped and uncertain as he glances at Mukuro from behind his hair. He should make this final- this has gone too far, tugged him in too deep. This isn't like the dreams, where he can make all the excuses he wants. This is real.]

[...But...]

Should I expect another call from you...?

[possedere]

[Wow so rude, that Chikusa Kakimoto, but not entirely unexpected. Though it was tempting for Mukuro to reach over to brush his hair out of his face, to get the full extent of the priest's conflicted expression, he kept his hands wisely to himself. He had already pushed too far today-

Or so he believed until the priest spoke again, sounding hopeful despite all else. Mukuro's lips curved upwards, and he vacated his spot on the couch.]

Of course. You're mine, haven't I said so before?

[kokuyoyo]

[His…. A shudder wracks his spine at the same time Chikusa tries to set his jaw.]

I belong to God first and foremost, thank you.

[No matter that the idea of being owned by someone, of that person telling him he was of value enough to be owned… It strengthens that ache in him, that desire. Once again, he thinks of the demon’s offer. To be owned and wanted for eternity, to never forget about that kind of thing ever again…]

[He shakes his head, reaching again for his tea that’s long since cooled.]

Now please leave.

[possedere]

['That wasn't who you were crying out for' was right on the tip of his tongue, but Mukuro could have some restraint, admirably enough. Instead, he gave the priest a small little wave, letting the door close quietly behind him.

Though there was a temptation to contact him again the next day, Mukuro let a few days pass to give the priest time to collect himself before calling him.

He hadn't been sure if the priest would have let him in his house again, even with Mukuro calling and knocking on the other side of the door, so he had made himself a cup of tea, turned on the television to something banal, and made an attempt. If the priest didn't feel like picking up, well, it wasn't like Mukuro didn't know where he worked and lived.]

[kokuyoyo]

[As he does so many times, Chikusa prays. This time, however, it’s for a different purpose.]

[He still seeks forgiveness, of course, still tries for salvation, but, now… There’s something more to it. He pray and desperately hopes that they’ll be returned in some way. That God will reach out to him, will give him a sign, because after years of being content with silence, with nothing… Chikusa wants more. It’s as he told the demon.]

[But nothing comes, and he still thinks of the demon’s warmth against him with guilt and longing twisted around each other, and every time he goes to church, his confusion and indecision don’t lessen. Ideally, he’d like a whole year to sort out his various issues… but of course it’s only a few days after the ‘date’ that the demon calls him again right as he finishes changing out of his priestly garb. For a second, he only stares at it, recognizing the number flashing on the screen, before he tentatively goes to answer it.]

...Kakimoto Chikusa speaking.

[possedere]

[The sound of the priest answering the phone was enough to make Mukuro start, temporarily speechless for a few heartbeats. He hadn't expected an answer, but now that he had one... His voice was smug, a low purr of pleasure, his smirk in a vocal form. Honesty was still an annoying scratch at the back of the throat, but he figured the priest would appreciate it.]

I wasn't expecting you to pick up.

[He let out a soft sigh, leaning back into his couch, lowering the volume of his television set, getting comfortable.]

I was going to leave you a naughty voicemail, but now I'm at a loss.

[Enjoy it while it lasted Chikusa Kakimoto, because it wasn't going to for very long.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Silence.]

[Aaaaaand then the sound of a disconnected phone.]

[Yes thank you, he's going to enjoy it while it lasts and cut it off before it gets any worse]

[possedere]

[It's so cute when the priest plays coy.

That sure was Mukuro calling him right back, shoulders shaking with laughter.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Good news: he answers.]

Don't you dare leave a message, please.

[Bad news: and then he hangs up again.]

1/2

[possedere]

[If Mukuro wasn't laughing before, he definitely was now. It might even be described as 'cackling'. It was a good thing that he had made sure his apartment was heavily insulated against sound ( for other reasons of course, but he wouldn't complain if it served for multiple purposes ).

Once he could see straight enough to text, he would:]

Should I send you a naughty picture instead then?

2/2

[possedere]

[But before the priest could block his number:]

How are you?

[kokuyoyo]

[He swears one day he's going to block this number. He really will.]

[Just... not today, and he stares with thinned lips at the messages that have been left for him.]

Tired. I'm a busy person.

[And suffering under the weight of how he'd broken his vows, but, you know]

[possedere]

['Busy' huh? Mukuro wasn't sure if the blatant lie should annoy him or amuse him.]

I'll be brief then. When can I see you again?

[kokuyoyo]

[Listen, Mukuro, you don’t know his life now!!!!]

What would you do if you saw me again?

1/2

[possedere]

[Pretty sure he does, in between stalking you himself and then having his lackeys do it. Also he's been in that apartment enough times to have installed cameras I mean-]

Whatever you let me get away with.

2/2

[possedere]

Or if you're afraid for your virtue, there's a movie I want to see.

[kokuyoyo]

[mukuro he swears to God if he finds cameras in his apartment]

I’m still afraid for my virtue considering your other plan doesn’t negate the first.

[Mukuro would absolutely be the type of person to start something in a movie theater. Try to tell him otherwise.]

[possedere]

[Like he would find them- I mean.]

Would you like to suggest something else instead, priest? And don't forget the caveat is I'll do anything you'd let me.

[Which means that if Mukuro gets lucky in a movie theater it's because Chikusa Kakimoto lets him.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Please stop reminding him of his sin, Mukuro…. At that, there’s just a pause before the answer comes.]

What movie?