KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.]

[possedere]

Thanks for the meal.

[Mukuro only let out a soft peal of laughter as the priest headed out, happy to dig into the priest's hard work. Everything tasted delicious, and he wasn't sure if it was due to the priest's skill or if this was how it typically was when one was in the throes of a hang over. Only after he had finished off his plate, washed the dishes, and made a cup of tea for himself did he bother to follow the priest back into his bedroom.

He lingered in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, amused.]

Should I take this as a sign you want me to leave now or stay, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[kokuyoyo]

[Mukuro finds Chikusa sprawled on his bed, shoes neatly off and placed side by side at the foot of it. He's barely undressed, with only his belt placed to the side, but then, with his day, it's understandable. One pillow is placed over his face, and he nudges it to the side to peer blearily and sulkily at the demon.]

[....He should have locked his cupboards; tea theft isn't something he really wanted to deal with again in the future.]

You have your own apartment. [So that should be answer enough.] I'll text you the day before we head out. Make sure to pack a good amount of clothes, and anything else you think you'll need.

[possedere]

[How delightful his cute little priest is when he was sulking. Mukuro took a small sip out of his ( the priest's ) cup of tea, setting it on a nearby table to cross the distance between them, pressing a knee onto the bed.]

But shouldn't I repay you for the meal?

[He crawled up onto the bed, settling down next to the priest, taking in his appearance carefully, placing a hand in the space between them, testing.]

Or perhaps make up last night to you?

[kokuyoyo]

[He cannot even believe- ]

[Except no, he can. He can believe that the demon is so brazen and ridiculous that, even after all he's done, he will still try to press at Chikusa's buttons to see if he can get farther and farther. Well, not this time.]

[Chikusa watches him with a purposefully neutral stare, most of his face still hidden by the pillow as he doesn't move even when Mukuro gets closer and closer. It's only when the demon is settled besides him that Chikusa finally shifts. Taking the pillow loosely in one hand, he sets it on his lap as he pushes himself up. Coolly, he looks down at Mukuro.]

If you insist.... [Reaching over, he carefully takes the demon's chin between thumb and forefinger.] Then...

[And that's about the time he suddenly takes his pillow and smashes it into the side of Mukuro's head.]

You. Should. Let. Me. Rest. Like. I. Said. I. Wanted. To.

[Is each word punctuated by a pillow thwack as he shifts both hands to holding it? You bet.]

[possedere]

[One minute Mukuro was as blissful as a kitten having its chin scratched, and then the next he was being attacked out of nowhere even though he had done nothing wrong. Letting out a slight yelp in shock, he did his best to block the priest's assault, torn between laughing and getting angry.]

You're more than welcome to- gah! Rest! I won't stop you!

[He went to grab the pillow, hair in completely disarray, settling on laughing as always.]

Don't tell me you're going to act like this when you get cranky on our road trips, priest.

[kokuyoyo]

[As the pillow gets caught, that seems to be the trigger to destroy the rest of his energy, and Chikusa flops back onto the mattress sideways with a huff. His own hair is a mess as well as it settles around him, half from all the activity and half from when he'd been hiding under the pillow himself.]

...It depends. Do you plan on getting us hungover while we're on that road trip?

[Relinquishing his grip on the pillow, he lets his hands curl up by his head. Here he thought he'd been making progress... but after beating the demon with a pillow, all the activity has gone and made him feel a bit ill again. His eyes drift halfway shut, although he doesn't dare stop watching the demon completely.]

[possedere]

[Taking the priest's deflation for the victory that it was, Mukuro only smirked at him smugly, pressing the pillow underneath his own head, yawning slightly.]

I've learned my lesson.

[Namely that if he was going to drink, he should eat more and take medicine before he did so. He had missed out on an opportunity he wasn't sure he was ever going to get again, and that knowledge made him frown a bit, brow furrowed. Not to mention, while he could be slothful, he hated to waste a whole day without planning to do so. Most likely he should leave now to let the priest get over his anger, but the bed was comfortable and the priest looked like he was going to nod off any moment.]

Get some rest, priest. In thanks for yesterday and today's meals, I'll behave.

[kokuyoyo]

You're staying here...?

[That seems to rouse him a little more, eyes opening wider and as he stares. He's.... not sure how he feels about that. Even if the demon actually holds true to his promise- a fact that he's not sure about considering how he broke their first deal together- it's....]

[In the same bed, sleeping together.... In an entirely different way from sex, it seems intimate.]

[possedere]

Your bed is comfier.

[It was said almost petulantly, and then as if recalling he was missing something vital, he got up immediately. He headed back to the kitchen where he had left the blanket, wrapping it back around himself before returning to the bedroom, yawning slightly.]

No need to be so stiff, priest.

[He scooted back over to him, offering some of the blanket.]

[kokuyoyo]

....You should know I've never shared my bed with anyone.

[Not even as a child. Where some children might run to their parents when frightened, or sad, or having nightmares, Chikusa had never dared to. Foster homes hadn't let him believe in that kind of reliability, and then, when he did stay somewhere for longer than a few months.... He hadn't wanted to give any reason to discard him.]

[So he's hesitant as Mukuro settles on the bed besides him and the offer of a blanket. After a moment, he accepts it, uncertainty writ all across his face as he curls up on his side facing the demon.]

[possedere]

[Perhaps it was because the priest had been unflaggingly honest about what had to be a terrible thing to admit to a demon who exploited any vulnerability or because Mukuro wasn't warm enough to be comfortable in his vessel, but he inched closer, tangling their feet together. Of course he had known just how far in the priest was letting him in, not just when it came to his body, but his home and his emotions. Instead of the usual victorious feeling that would wash over him at this realization, there was a sharp pang of anger. Anger that despite what a good and selfless man Chikusa Kakimoto was, he had been shunned and left alone by the humans he lived to serve. Detestable, every last one.

If the priest wasn't ripping out of his skin at the closeness, Mukuro reached forward to entwine their fingers next.]

I know.

[For once, it wasn't smug. He almost sounded tired, if anything. He let out a small yawn afterwards, curling up as close as he dared, eyes already sliding shut.]

You'll have to tell me what you think about it when you wake up.

[kokuyoyo]

[Times like this are the worst. When the demon isn't toying with him, or seducing him, but simply... being there. Almost as if he's a normal person instead of a creature of sin. It makes Chikusa feel as if he's seeing something he shouldn't be when that voice goes soft and tired, when the touches he's given aren't sly but no less intimate.]

[Times like this make him wonder if perhaps the demon truly could keep him, and if it wouldn't be so bad.]

[Such thoughts make his heart ache. For a second, he can only lay there with their limbs tangled together, breath frozen and eyes wide, before he presses his face further into the mattress and lets his hair spill out of place and across his expression. As much as he knows he should, he doesn't dare let go, and instead only lays there listening to the slow breathing of the man sharing his bed.]

[It's hard to say for how long he can't help but stay awake, listening to it, before his body finally gives into sleep.]

[...Now to see which of them wakes up before the alarm.]

[possedere]

[Fortunately or unfortunately, Mukuro didn't have any time to lord this victory over Chikusa, at being allowed to stay in his bed and his home for another night. He was still feeling ragged and exhausted, and he was out like a light for most of the night.

He only managed to rouse himself when the alarm was about to go off because his stomach was grumbling. Unhappily, Mukuro curled up closer to the priest, burying his face underneath his chin.]

Hungry.

[If that didn't wake him up, he was going to run a hand along his side, light at first, then a bit more insistent.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Fortunately or unfortunately, it seems like Chikusa has adapted to sleeping with another person quite well. Enough that he's practically curled around Mukuro, and barely seems to notice when he nudges all the closer.]

[In fact, it does take the insistent press of his hand on his side before Chikusa's eyes blearily open, and he makes a small indistinct noise.]

Mrr?

[possedere]

[That noise wasn't satisfying in the least, even if it was a bit endearing. Mukuro nudged underneath the priest's chin with his nose, tempted to bite at the sensitive skin there, but his word was his word. For now.]

Breakfast.

[His voice was still sleep clogged, but now that he was awakening, his body was demanding certain functions be addressed.

Yawning, he rolled away slightly, putting his feet on the floor. Swearing slightly at the chill of it, he wrapped the blanket around him like a cape again, seemingly unaware or uncaring he was leaving the priest without it as he shuffled slowly back to the kitchen. Tea he could make, and that might do something about his chill and the priest's grogginess.]

[kokuyoyo]

[If there's one good thing about the demon's blanket theft, it's that it forces Chikusa to get up and just in time for the alarm to go off. Taking care of that, he sleepily trails behind Mukuro.]

My blanket...

[possedere]

[Heedless, Mukuro goes to start making tea, settling down heavily at the table, yawning as the water starts to boil.]

You can have it back after food.

[When it would be mostly pointless, to have, but it was nice and warm and Mukuro wasn't going to give it up without some proper reparation.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Looking distinctly disgruntled, Chikusa nudges Mukuro's chair with his foot before reluctantly going over to his cupboards.]

I made you breakfast last night despite the fact that I would have been justified in just kicking you out....

[Does he like oatmeal? Well that's sure what he's getting as Chikusa grumbles.]

Do you have anything better to do than lounge around my apartment?