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[kokuyoyo]

[His falls onto Mukuro's lap as the demon tugs him forward, knee falling onto the mattress, and he inhales sharply. This is a position he's been in before, albeit a reversal. With the hard arousal he can feel beneath him, pressing up against the very bottom of his shaft.... Unsure, nervous, his hands go to rest on Mukuro's shoulders. So close, it's easy to tell the way he's avoiding that piercing look.]

What you want from me.... is everything.

[Another shudder, spine curving as he can't help but roll his hips against the demon- from the confirmation of those words or that touch beneath his shirt, who knows? Because both...]

I shouldn't... Last time was a mistake.

[possedere]

[It was fine if the priest was trying to avoid his gaze so long as he wasn't trying to avoid his touch, his mouth, and his hips. He let out a soft moan when he felt the priest ground down against him, biting against his jawline.]

Yes.

[Because while Mukuro never tired of the sound of his own voice, it was different to have to repeat himself over and over when he knew he priest was far more intelligent than that.

He pulled him down even further, laying flat on the bed, smirking at that insinuation, head canted to the side, well aware how alluring he must look, face flushed and mouth slick with kisses.]

What about this time?

[kokuyoyo]

[He should know better. For years, he has been training to know better. Yet the demon tugs, and he follows, pitch hair cascading around his face as he looks down at the demon with dark eyes and shallow breath. It'd be a worse sin to lie and say he hasn't looked at pornographic images since the demon has come into his life, trying to learn, trying to understand. Yet to look down at the demon is to realize that nothing he's seen on the internet holds a candle to him.]

[Chikusa swallows, and finds his throat completely dry.]

I still shouldn't.... It's a sin to break my vows... Worse with a demon.

[So why does he reach down, fingers brushing so gently against the curve of that tempting face and sliding his hair back where it can't obstruct the view at all? He knows why... and yet the knowledge only makes his heart twist in his chest all the harder.]

[possedere]

[For someone who called this a mistake, Chikusa Kakimoto didn't seem to view it as such right now. The way he looked at him was far too tender, far too wanting, far too indecent for Mukuro to believe that the priest had any qualms about bedding him. Not when his hands were so gentle on his face, and Mukuro let out a soft sigh at the touch, leaning into it slightly. He let his gaze meet the priest's a small smile curling at the edges of his lips.]

Would it be so terrible to be with me?

[There was more he could say, but for once, it felt like far too much work to use words, not when it was just as easy to grip the priest's clothes and draw him in for another kiss, letting this one linger sweetly.]

[kokuyoyo]

[It would be both terrible and agonizingly wonderful- Chikusa knows this already. He's perhaps known this for a while now- even as far back as that first tempting kiss that's haunted his dreams ever since it was laid upon his lips and which Mukuro once again bestows upon them. Helplessly, he goes soft against it.]

[This is one of the worst mistakes he could ever make. If only he could fight better against it.]

[AS their lips part, Chikusa doesn't stray far, his mouth brushing against the Mukuro's jawline and down along the hollow of his throat. It's there he makes a confession.]

I don't know what to do...

[Moral crisis or virgin inexperience? Who knows.]

[possedere]

[For someone who could vanquish demons as easily as breathing, the priest could be so damnably gentle. Mukuro sighed softly before he was aware of the movement, eyes fluttering halfway closed as the priest mapped out his jaw, then his throat. Obligingly, he turned his head to allow him more access, letting out a small noise of encouragement. Pinned between the priest's warmth and the engulfing comfort of the bed, head swimming with wine and the exhaustion that was built into his bones, he almost didn't catch that small confession.

Comfortingly, he ran a hand along the priest's spine, ready to offer him a platitude, to tell him what exactly he could do but-

Sleep took him before he knew what was happening. Someone was going to wake up pissed.]

[kokuyoyo]

[How strange it is, watching and feeling the demon be so compliant beneath him. Aren't their positions usually reversed? The demon pinning him against his own door to make him moan, or settling on his lap with that self satisfied smirk to grind down on him teasingly... Now here he is so soft and quiet. Well, it's not like Chikusa would ever complain about the latter. So he enjoys the moment for it is, whatever is past his choking heart, and savors the feel of Mukuro's smooth skin beneath his lips. The pulse he feels at his mouth is so much more calm than his own; he tries to focus on it as if it'll help.]

[When that hand smooths along his spine, his heart nearly bursts out of his chest, and Chikusa frezes with his nose nuzzling at Mukuro's throat. Breathlessly, he waits for instruction, for teasing, for- anything at all, really.]

[And what does he get in the end? A completely limp still hand, and breathing even slower than what it had already been.]

[For a second, he doesn't quite understand, and Chikusa raises his head with a couple of confused blinks. Did he really- He did. The demon really did fall asleep on him. All that, that flirting, and the wine, and sitting on his god damn lap in the kitchen, and.... This is what happens? For a second, all he can do is look offended as he gestures at the snoozing demon beneath him, a small annoyed noise squeaking out from his throat.]

[He can't believe this.]

[There's nothing else to do about it. Definitely not sulking or in disbelief, Chikusa gently slides Mukuro's arm from around his back and leaves his own bedroom. There's still dinner to finish; he wouldn't have bothered with the whole thing if he'd known this is what would happen. At least it's good food he tries to enjoy, after he puts away the remnants of the sundae. The wine he leaves out. In fact, when he finishes his glass, he doesn't bother to refill it. Straight from the bottle does just fine, thank you. If he wanders around with it, even leaning against the doorframe to glower at the stupid and inane and dumb demon that's been trying to tempt him into breaking his vows this whole time.... Listen. It's his apartment. No one else is watching him.]

[When he's had his fill of wine, Chikusa sighs and gets to getting his apartment back in order. Wine, plugged. Leftovers, refrigerated. He even slips back into his bedroom to slide Mukuro's shoes off, and goes through the whole annoying process of tucking him into the blankets. Only God knows if he grumbles. While it's a tempting thing to leave his alarm set to give the demon a rude awakening.... He takes one look at that sleeping face and sighs before turning it off.]

[Love your enemies, and all that. His phone alarm will do well enough, something he makes sure to set up before draping his long frame across the length of the couch.]

[Morning comes early for him, and full of headaches and a dry throat besides. Chikusa nearly forgets why he's pushing himself off of the couch. Going into his room to change gives him a good enough reminder, at least, with the demon still curled up in Chikusa's own bed and sound asleep. It's with a sigh that he leaves some painkillers and a tall glass of water on the bedside table, even when getting his own. The demon is ridiculous enough on his own. Chikusa can only imagine what he's like with a hangover. The only unfortunate thing is that he won't be there to keep an eye on him; he has work to attend to regardless of his physical condition. A quick note to take the painkillers, rest, and not do anything is left with the glass, and then Chikusa takes off for work.]

[Hopefully he doesn't come back to any messes, or worse nonsense.]

[possedere]

[Believe you him, if there was anyone who was truly being punished for all of this, it was Mukuro. Not only had he lost out on a rare chance at taking advantage of the priest's vulnerability, but his head was a mess when he awoke the next afternoon. When he tried to open his eyes, it hurt. Just moving slightly hurt. His whole body felt odd and leaden, but his head and mouth was the worst of it. Was this what people referred to as a hangover? It had been a while since he had inhabited a human body, and he had forgotten that they were just as weak and pitiful as always.

He kept flicking in and out of consciousness in an attempt to run away from the harshness of it. It probably wouldn't be until the priest was on his way home that he finally sucked it up, sitting up slowly to drink the water and take the medicine that the priest so thoughtfully left him before curling back into bed.

Later, when the full weight of the opportunities he had lost hit him ( seeing how far he could have pushed the priest last night and exploring his sketchbooks unhindered today ), he would be more upset, but for now, he waited impatiently for the medicine to kick in.

But he wasn't without manners. Near the end of the day he would muster up the will to text something short and sweet for once, looking at the bright screen proving to be too difficult for too long.]

Thank you.

[kokuyoyo]

[What small blessings come of the day are that he spends a good portion of it accepting confessions, which means a nice dark quiet space where people spoke in soft murmurs. By the time he gets to other duties of the church, he's feeling a little more sensible, and he manages the rest of the day without fuss.]

[Well. For the most part. Whenever his mind has a chance to wander, he can't help but worry about just what he's left in his apartment. What kind of mischief could the demon get to unattended? It's not the first time he's wondered about such a thing, but it is the first time he's wondered about it in relation to his home. Only when he stops to check his phone at a stoplight, the sky dark with evening glow, does he feel himself relax a little.]

[Something so short, so late in the day? The demon really is a sad excuse of a creature. He stops at a grocery store before making it home.]

Mukuro? Are you awake?

[It's the first thing he asks as he steps through the door, stopping to take off his shoes and remove his coat before he makes his way to the kitchen. Whether he's awake or not, it doesn't really matter. He has pancake batter to make.]

[possedere]

[Quite honestly, someone could have broken into the priest's apartment and murdered his host body before Mukuro would have gotten out of bed, but the sound of the priest calling out to him was enough to rouse him. Sleepily, he poked his head out from underneath the covers, waiting to see if the priest was going to come into the bedroom or not.

He waited a few minutes before gathering his strength. The medicine must have been kicking in because he didn't want to immediately die when he sat up. He chugged the rest of the water like a champ before drawing the blankets around him like a child, heading out into the kitchen, steps slow and measured.]

Welcome back.

[His voice sounded rough to his own ears, and he couldn't help but wince slightly, going to sit down at the table, exhausted from the short trek.]

Thank you for the water and medicine. [Then, annoyed:] How do people do this so often? I feel terrible. How are you so functional?

[kokuyoyo]

[By the time Mukuro shuffles into the kitchen, Chikusa is halfway through the batter. All that's really left is the stirring. That means he's free to look up as soon as he hears the demon, and the sight is almost so ridiculous he wants to laugh. The great and mighty demon who'd possessed a priest, now acting like a little child, over just a little bit of alcohol.]

[Chikusa hides whatever fondness in his eyes which might betray him by looking back down to what he's doing.]

I thought you might need it. Anyway, I imagine it's because others build up a tolerance for it. I'm used to wine, for example.

[Batter done, he moves onto the strips of bacon and the frying pan.]

I would have thought you would be for certain.

[possedere]

[For once, Mukuro wasn't wholly focused on picking apart the priest's facial expressions, instead resting his forehead against the coolness of the table, eyes fluttering shut with a soft sigh. It felt nice, and he couldn't be too annoyed at the priest's completely normal state while he suffered if it meant that the priest was going to take care of him.]

It's been ages since I bothered being in a mortal body, much less drinking.

[He turned so that his cheek was pressed against the table, blanket a hood over his undoubtedly ridiculous bed head, expression soft and strangely vulnerable as he watched the priest bustling around the kitchen.]

I suppose I'll have to get used to drinking to keep up with you priest.

[And perhaps, far more pressing because his stomach was growling:]

What are you making?

[kokuyoyo]

Or we could just not drink. That's also perfectly acceptable.

[After all... Now, fairly sober, he can realize what a dangerous position he'd gotten in. The demon on his lap and then in his bed! If he'd gone along with it even a little faster, who knows what would have happened. Clearly it's his lesson, and he'll do his best to follow it.]

[....Even if he's cooking for said demon right now.]

Pancakes and bacon. A bit late in the day for them, but since you're in the state you are....

[The bacon especially will start to become a noticeable scent, filling up the small kitchen pleasantly.]

Apparently they're a good hangover meal, or so I read.

[possedere]

Where's the fun in that? You seemed to have enjoyed yourself yesterday.

[From what Mukuro could recall, anyway. The priest had been surprisingly pliant and agreeable with liquor and decent food in his system, a combination that Mukuro wasn't adverse to having again.

His stomach growled again at the answer, and Mukuro gave a soft chuckle, watching the priest intently as he cooked.]

You'll spoil me priest. First dinner and now this.

[kokuyoyo]

[Oh, right, he forgot for a second there, but Mukuro can go right back to Hell.]

[Being reminded of last night's more inappropriate moments has him stiffen, and he doesn't deign to give the statement any kind of response. Instead, he focuses purely on the bacon, setting each finished piece onto a paper towel before he can go drain the pan.]

If I left you to your own devices without any medicine or food, you'd just complain.

[Is his tone a little icy? Sssssh, just your imagination.]

[possedere]

[And here Mukuro had been hoping that small sign of vulnerability would keep into the morning. Just another reason to curse his low tolerance for alcohol. He let out a soft sigh at the coldness of the priest's tone, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself as if it would fend off the chill.]

So then do you know what you want to do now then, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[kokuyoyo]

Finish making a very late breakfast.

[....But that's partially just sass, and he sighs as he begins to make the pancakes proper.]

...I've formally accepted being sent out to the rest of the country as an exorcist. By the end of the month, I'm to make sure my affairs are in order and set out to tend to the first person on a long list to make sure that they are not possessed by any demons.

I'll be leaving with or without you.

[...But, even now, he's hoping it's "with".]

[possedere]

There are still leftovers from yesterday, aren't there? No need to trouble yourself.

['If you're going to be sassy about it' was left unsaid, which was the pot calling the kettle black at this point.

Still, other than the priest's appalling lack of manners, his rushed explanation of traveling around made Mukuro recall the other parts of yesterday. Ah, right. He watched the priest as he went through the motions of cooking, tracing a finger idly along the table top.]

What do I need to do in order to accompany you?

[Because there had been no talks of good deeds or contracts. It just sounded like he would be along for the ride, which was suspicious enough.]

Won't it raise suspicion in your church to have me as a traveling companion?

[kokuyoyo]

I'm saving that for future lunches.

[So fuck off.]

[As he adds the bacon into the mixes, he almost seems to ignore Mukuro's questions for a moment. But honestly.... To admit all the true reasons to the demon makes him feel too vulnerable. The demon already exploits whatever he sees, and he's transparent enough as it is.]

[....But he can't outright lie about this.]

You won't be accompanying me on the exorcisms themselves or anything like that... I can only imagine how much worse you would make a situation like that. I'll be staying in motels as well, which tend to have two beds in a room anyway while still being cheap, so that takes care of our sleeping arrangements.

Thus, on both accounts.... There's no need to tell the church about anything.

[Which feels a little dirty itself, but...]

[possedere]

[So rude, his little priest. Still, considering he was making him food, Mukuro kept his mouth shut for once, instead watching him with a small smirk that might as well have said the words aloud anyway.

However, as the priest continued to speak, trying to find loopholes in the teachings he had followed his whole life, it only emboldened Mukuro, eyes wide with shock before they narrowed into something predatory, keen. It might have been the medicine finally working or the fact that the priest was willing to keep him secret in order to stay with him, but Mukuro found himself shedding the blanket at the table, coming to stand by the priest, hands placed carefully at his waist.]

So you'll keep me your dirty secret?

[It was murmured softly near the skin of the priest's neck, Mukuro's amusement boiling out of him in soft chuckles. He should be irritated, he supposed, but all he could feel was victorious. This too, was a step forward. Another way to slowly drag the priest into sin. He was tempted to ask how long he believed they would be sleeping in separate beds, but he would let the priest have some delusions for now.]

I'll go with you.

[kokuyoyo]

[The sound of fabric slithering down to the floor, blanket collapsing in on itself as it's abandoned... Chikusa is already well aware of what it signals even before those hands at his waist catch his breath. He knew this would happen, that the demon would drink it up, but that doesn't stop his skin from tingling where lips brush against it.]

[Dealing with him 24/7.... It really is going to be a trial, isn't it?]

I'm not smuggling you from town to town.... It's not really a secret. The church doesn't forbid traveling companions, last I checked.

[Excuses, excuses, excuses. He knows. Gritting his teeth, he tries to hold to his morals a little more strongly- remembering how the demon fell asleep on him helps- and makes an attempt at shrugging the demon off.]

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm cooking.

[possedere]

[As tempting as it was to see just how far the priest was willing to go now that he was running around in circles trying to justify this to himself and Mukuro, Mukuro only laughed as the priest pushed him away, allowing the movement. Instead he rested a hip against the kitchen counter, watching the priest with utmost interest, mouth curling up in a small smirk.]

Is there anything I can help with?

[He may actually be referring to the cooking for once, surprise of all surprises.]

[kokuyoyo]

[He's being mocked, isn't he? With the previous night, the remnants of the hangover, and this all combined, Chikusa finds himself slipping into a bad mood. Honestly.... Why is he even bothering? Still, all he does is become a little more chilly, expression determinedly neutral, as he continues with the cooking.]

You can get something to drink if you want. This should be done shortly.

[And then he can kick the demon out of his apartment.]

[possedere]

[Ah, so testy his little priest. He did as he was bid, raising an eyebrow at the wine that was definitely a lot lower than he remembered it being last night. He took it back out, looking it over in amusement, before setting it back into the fridge.]

Are you disappointed in what happened last night?

[He could think of a few things for the priest's frosty demeanor, but as always, he'd attribute it to himself.]

I would have thought you would be relieved you didn't have to break any more of your vows.

[Mukuro why are you trying to start shit before you even got fed.]

[kokuyoyo]

[he swears to God, mukuro]

[The air around him fairly turns to pure snow from how cold Chikusa gets, staunchly refusing to answer as he starts to slide one bacon pancake onto the plate after another. He is annoyed by what happened, in fact, and he knows it must be obvious. Still, he's not going to outright admit that the demon is right.]

[Instead, he nearly ignores Mukuro as he goes over to the table, setting the plate down stiffly.]

Not all of us had the option of indulging in a day of laying in bed for hours. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to lay down.

[...But before he looks around the apartment to make sure the demon really didn't snoop.]