KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

Say it properly, Chikusa Kakimoto.

['Like in the contract' he wanted to add, but he already felt that the priest was being obtuse on purpose, which only made him that much more eager to have him say it fully.

To encourage him, he pressed a knee onto the bed, leaning forward and reaching out with a gloved hand towards his young priest's cheek. He caressed it gently, like a proper lover.]

[kokuyoyo]

[He might choke on his own heart and air, feeling the mattress shift from new weight and smooth leather stroking along his cheek. Chikusa's breath shudders. He needs to calm down, but he's not particularly sure how.]

Mukuro. [A little louder this time, and he swallows thickly. His voice dips back down again, soft.] Mukuro...sama...

[possedere]

[It was difficult to guess whether that wide eyed look Chikusa Kakimoto was giving him was anticipation, fear, or the first stirrings of lust. Most likely it was some potent combination of all three and more, not that Mukuro would complain. That expression on the young priest's face was intoxicating, and hearing his name tumble from that mortal's lips, shaky and soft, was heady. Again he wanted to demand, but he was being cruel enough already.]

Sin is like a first kiss. It's built up on such a ridiculously high pedestal that when it happens...

[Mukuro leaned in slowly ( to give the illusion he would let the priest lean way if he wanted to, when they both knew full and well he wouldn't ), focusing his eyes on Chikusa Kakimoto's lips, brushing his against the priest's softly, barely a touch.]

It's hardly anything.

[He flicked his gaze up to the priest's eyes, careful and considering.]

Do you want more?

[kokuyoyo]

[While so much talk almost feels unnecessary, it's... also incredibly on point, Chikusa is surprised to find. Even with the anticipation making such a light touch electrifying, it's also, yes, hardly anything. He lets out a breath, trying to relax.]

...You said you wanted to show me a little pleasure...

[Still, he's embarrassed, glancing away to not meet that piercing mismatched gaze.]

And I'm not going to fail on upholding my end of the bargain...

[possedere]

[My, my, wasn't his little priest full of surprises? It was probably a good thing that he couldn't meet his gaze, because Mukuro's had sharpened with considerable interest at that show of shyness. It made him want to bite into him until he bled or tear the skin off of him or fuck him until he was raw and begging, but instead, all Mukuro did was let out a soft chuckle.]

You're so generous, my young priest. Then I'll show you enough until we're even.

[He wrapped his arms around the mortal to bring him in closer, kissing him more deeply this time, head slanted to the side to keep their noses from bumping. He was tempted to clamber wholly onto Chikusa Kakimoto's lap, but he would go slowly in this. He didn't want to listen to the priest complain he was being taken advantage of. No, he wanted him to fall of his own accord.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Such words make his uncertainty come back again. It surely wasn't a lot in exchange for such a minor thing, was it? But before he can voice his concerns, those lips are pressing harder against his own and Chikusa shudders.]

[It's ten times different than a soft brush of skin on skin. On some level, it feels like it should be awkward and strange, but... There's just a tinge of pleasure there, something that feels good about Mukuro's soft mouth on his, and Chikusa makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat as his hands rise up without any idea of what he'll even do.]

[In his whole life, he's never kissed before. That would require getting close to other people, accepting intimacy, but he's never managed that before. Not even close. He feels awkward and fumbling, but he can't simply sit there and do nothing. It feels... uncomfortable, to act the object in such a situation. So he tries to mimic the way Mukuro is kissing him, paying close attention even as uncertain as he is.]

[possedere]

[That first noise only makes Mukuro's hunger sharper, and he presses closer in, opening his mouth to try to get the young priest to do the same, flicking his tongue against his lips. He wanted to hear more, to hear everything, to swallow them up like they could sustain him.

As if sensing Chikusa Kakimoto's discomfort, he smirked against the priest's lips, breaking away for just a moment.]

Here.

[He helped guide the mortal's hands up into his hair, eyes open only a sliver to watch his expression.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Having the kiss be broken so suddenly throws him off, and for a moment all Chikusa does is stare in a daze with lips slick and pink as a flush rests along his face. There's no fight as Mukuro takes his hands, and Chikusa is slow as he slides one hand against his nape and digs his other fingers into his hair.]

Like this...?

[possedere]

[At the feeling of Chikusa Kakimoto's fingers digging into his hair, Mukuro let out a soft moan, eyes sliding shut in bliss.]

Yes.

[Before the priest could have time to properly question that level of sin and depravity, he leaned back in to kiss him, trying to coax the young priest's mouth open.]

[kokuyoyo]

[All the moans he'd caught snippets of from his research have nothing on the sound that rolls out of Mukuro's mouth. If there's a more sinful sound, Chikusa doesn't know it. His jaw drops slightly, and that makes it horribly easy for Mukuro to accomplish his goals. Chikusa fingers tighten a twitch as they start to kiss again, and a heat begins in the pit of his stomach that he can't stop.]

[possedere]

[Chikusa Kakimoto made it far too easy to want to devour him whole, to forget about that brittle and easily breakable promise of 'a little pleasure'. He swept his tongue inside the young priest's obliging mouth, slowly and almost gently exploring what he could of it. It would be easy, he knew, to push the priest back onto his bed, to slot their bodies together and make him whine and beg for more. As untouched as he had been, it seemed like he was starting to understand the mechanics of pleasure now, and for now, Mukuro would be satisfied with that.

He let the kiss drag on for a few more heart beats, before pulling away, licking at his lips.]

I'll consider us even, now.

[He got up, already aware of the lack of warmth from the priest's body, heading back over to the desk to sign the contract with a flourishing signature.]

Should I make some tea?

[kokuyoyo]

[Unbidden, Chikusa's body betrays him with the soft wanting noise that falls from his lips when Mukuro leaves him. Leftover heat is still clinging to him- or is that the heat his own body is generating, warm and eager, pulsing needily? Either way, Chikusa catches himself and a brilliant crimson flush spreads over his face and down his throat. He looks away again, trying to will his body to calmness.]

Yes. Tea is fine.

[possedere]

[It was tempting at the sound of that soft noise to go right back to the priest and pick up where he had left off, but he could be patient. Better to let the priest come to terms with everything before Mukuro pushed him even further still.

Without shooting Chikusa Kakimoto another look, he breezed out of the room to start the kettle again, wondering if he should go for some variety and bring out snacks too.]

How is that family you were so worried about faring?

[As if he didn't know himself, but it was probably safer conversation than asking if the priest had minded the payment for the good deed so terribly.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Instead of following quietly behind him, still feeling disconcertingly pleasant and fuzzy headed, Chikusa stays seated on his bed for a little while longer. Taking a breath, he rubs at his face. It's nothing. It's as he said, with the talk about first kisses. He's simply- unused to things like that. Right. Getting up, he starts to head for the bathroom and answers from there.]

They believe they'll do much better now. Not completely, but enough. [He turns on the sink, washing his face with the coldest water he can manage.] I didn't think you'd ask again.

[possedere]

I may not enjoy doing good deeds, but I do have some pride in my work. Not unlike yours.

[Deciding cookies would be a good accompanying snack, he set them down on the table, as well as the two mugs of tea. He wondered briefly if the cold water was going to help the priest find any sort of peace or clarity. He highly doubted it, if the sound of his sluggish movements were anything to judge by.]

What is the next task you have in mind for me?

[kokuyoyo]

[Pride in his work... Chikusa muses on it as he clasps damp hands on the back of his neck, letting the trickle of cool water down his spine stop the heat in him. After turning off the water and drying his hands, he drifts back to the apartment only to pause.]

Next task...? I... didn't think you'd want to do this more than once.

[possedere]

My, my, you only know one such innocent family that might benefit from divine intervention?

[More like Mukuro was more interested in continuing to drag the young priest farther and farther along the path of no return, but saying so would only be met with scorn. One kiss wasn't enough to get a man such as Chikusa Kakimoto to sell his soul, even if it was from Mukuro's own lips. He would play at this bargaining game until he no longer had to in order to get what he desired.]

Or was my payment too steep?

[kokuyoyo]

[Just like that, it feels as though they're back into their usual back-and-forth, and Chikusa's mouth turns to a frown.]

It seems disingenuous to refer to your actions as "divine", even with your background as it is.

[Crossing his arms, he glances towards the table where the tea has been set but doesn't go to sit down yet.]

...There's... plenty of people who could use help...

[possedere]

We must be making progress if you're fine with the knowledge you sent in a demon to help out an innocent family. While your contract was rather stern and lengthy, I couldn't help but notice a few interesting loop holes.

[Mukuro smirked at him from underneath his long lashes, before turning away to select an acceptable cookie.]

Then our bargain can still stand. Unless you'd like to renegotiate the terms?

[kokuyoyo]

[Immediately, his shoulders jerk up.]

That's.... only because I thought you wouldn't agree to do it at all if it was too strict. If you truly like, I can always close those loopholes.

[possedere]

My, my, is that the only reason? It has nothing to do with seeing sinners and heathens and terrible human beings getting away with their misdeeds without so much as a slap on the wrist?

[He bit into the cookie, chewing for a few moments as he watched Chikusa Kakimoto's face.]

It's not because you sometimes wonder if god is blind, to turn away from such injustices?

[He finished off the cookie, licking the crumbs off his gloved fingers absently.]

While it was an admirable attempt, priest, demons can always find loopholes. Whether you want to close them or not depends on whether or not you want to waste more of your time on your contract.

[kokuyoyo]

[Every word seems turn more of Chikusa's expression stonier, until he's standing there as still as a statue with gray cold eyes to match. Pursing his lips, he looks away.]

I don't wonder that at all. [He's gone so many years holding on tightly to that belief, after all.] But... if someone is going to get hurt regardless... It's better if it was someone who was already purposefully doing cruel things to others.

[It's not a lie, either, and he finally glances back to him from the corner of his eye.]

...There's still people who need help.

[possedere]

['Are you going to wonder that now?' It was a cruel question on the tip of Mukuro's tongue, but he managed to keep those words caged. For now. He would have his answer soon enough, and there was little reason other than his own satisfaction to ask it.

He let the priest make up his justifications, turning his attention idly to his tea and taking a few idle sips.]

There are.

[Mukuro reached for another cookie, reaching over to dunk it into Chikusa Kakimoto's tea if he wasn't going to drink it, letting it sink to the bottom of the mug.]

I'm always open to negotiations. Draw up another contract like this one, if it pleases you.

[kokuyoyo]

...Most of the contract is suitable enough for this as well, besides the situation and people who need help.

[He goes to sit, not at the table, but the couch. It's probably darkly humorous, he reflects. Just a few minutes ago, and his body had wanted to be closer. Now, he wants space.]

Money problems, as with the other case. This time related to medical bills.

[possedere]

Just tell me their full names. I don't need the whole sob story, priest.

[It was said idly enough, Mukuro selecting another cookie to dip into Chikusa Kakimoto's untouched tea.]

Even my payment is still acceptable?