KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

[As amusing as the young priest is, Mukuro had other duties to attend to as well.

There were other souls to tempt into sin, as easy and boring as it ever was, but after doing a good deed, and signing up for more, well. Mukuro wouldn't want to attract the attention of other demons to what he was doing, so he sauntered around for a few days, said the usual barbs, and did what he pleased. If he was truthful, he might be relishing how the young priest had been so torn over his desires and his righteousness, and he would like him to stay in that state for a little longer. Not to mention, he didn't want the priest to get the wrong idea. That he was going to be at his beck and call.

He took a few days this time to help the family in need, digging deep and finding a long distant relative who had sold their soul to a lower demon in order for wealth. Now alone and close to death, it was easy enough to convince them to sign over their estate to their last living relatives.

After a few weeks, more than enough time for the news to reach his young priest, he settled lazily into Chikusa Kakimoto's dreams. It was getting easier and easier each time, and he had to wonder if it was because the mortal was warming slightly to him or if it was just because he had tread here so often now.

He appeared once again at Chikusa Kakimoto's desk, signing the contract with a flourish.]

How many more do you have lined up, priest?

[It might be better to do a whole batch at once if only to get it over with, like ripping out stitches or sprinting across glass.]

[kokuyoyo]

[It takes a moment for Chikusa to answer, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes as he 'wakes'. For possibly the first time in these dream meetings, he reaches for his glasses set to the side.]

I could go on endlessly. You should know there's no small number of people who need help.

[Getting up to his feet, he loosely wraps his arms around himself with his hands cradling his elbows.]

...How long do you want to have this arrangement?

[possedere]

As long as necessary.

[He turned his gaze back towards the priest, chin lifted slightly. He let a smirk form slowly and lazily over his face, raising an eyebrow.]

Unless you have something else in mind?

[kokuyoyo]

[Something about that look makes the hairs on the back of his neck rise up, but Chikusa breathes in deep and thinks a brief prayer. He's fine. This is nothing.]

No.... This is fine by me as well.

[Yet despite his best efforts, some of that shyness from their last interaction returns as he tilts his head slightly and looks up at him from beneath his bangs.]

...Kissing, again?

[possedere]

[The question was met with a soft, low chuckle as Mukuro stood, making his way towards the bed, resting his knee between Chikusa Kakimoto's own. He looked down at him knowingly, leaning in slightly.]

Liked it that much, did you? Or would you be disappointed if that's all it was?

[kokuyoyo]

[The pink which spreads across the bridge of his nose isn't anywhere as intense as last time, but it's present. Chikusa forces himself to meet the other's eyes, even as his breath hitches at the brush of that leg against his own.]

It's merely what we did the last time. That's all.

[possedere]

Then is that permission to go further, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[He leaned closer so that he could practically feel the heat from the mortal's flushed face, brushing his mouth lightly against the priest's.]

Lie back.

[kokuyoyo]

[Automatically, without thinking, he starts to lean in as well. The order snaps him out of it, blinking free from his daze.]

What are you going to do?

[possedere]

[My, my, so the young priest had been eager, more so than Mukuro could have hoped. It was definitely an ego booster, and he had to resist the urge to chuckle.

He let one hand trail along Chikusa Kakimoto's side, barely a touch.]

Nothing you won't enjoy.

[It came out as a low purr, his eyes flicking up to the priest's face.]

Nothing too serious. Or have I not proven to be a demon of my word yet?

[kokuyoyo]

[Prayer. He just has to think prayer, and he'll get through this. Chikusa tries to remind himself of this, even as that faint touch sends chills down his spine.]

...Calling yourself that seems to be a bit of a contradiction...

[Even as he says it, he starts to shift back to put his weight on his elbows. Perhaps with more than a little nervousness lighting up his stare, he watches Mukuro carefully. This seems like an impressive leap from kissing... but surely he can put a stop to anything that's too much, can't he?]

[possedere]

[That small tremor was enough to make Mukuro's smirk widen, almost predatory as he leaned in, brushing his mouth against the side of Chikusa Kakimoto's, nosing his way towards his ear.]

Aren't humans full of contradictions? Nature? Your precious holy book? Just because they're juxtaposed doesn't make it impossible.

[He smirked against the young priest's skin as he leaned back slightly. He would have liked him to be flat on his back, but he supposed he could make due and he would get what he wanted soon enough. He pressed a few soft, open mouthed kisses along Chikusa Kakimoto's neck, letting his body rest lightly against the taller mortal's, entangling his legs with his.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Ah. The first time Chikusa had seen such sloppy behavior, he'd wondered how on earth it could possibly feel good. Saliva is wet, and damp, and messy. What could be the appeal of one wet piece of skin to another? Right now, however, he thinks he understands with every slide of Mukuro's lips against his throat. Was his skin always this sensitive? Could it always make him shiver this way with every soft suck, and he just never had a chance to notice?]

[It takes him a second, fingers curling into the sheets, before he remembers his duty. Taking a breath, he tries to remember all his training and his prayers. From this and Mukuro's attention on his neck, his voice comes out somewhat faint and far away.]

There's... answers for the contradictions in the book. [A soft sigh before he bites his lip at the slip up.] They only appear to be contradictions.

[possedere]

[While theological arguments weren't exactly Mukuro's preferred brand of dirty talk, he would take what he could get from the young priest. He pressed down closer against him, scrapping his teeth experimentally against the column of his throat, before flicking his tongue teasingly against Chikusa Kakimoto's earlobe.]

My, my, and what answers have you found?

[He kept up the soft kisses, and while he was tempted to suck and bite color into life on the priest's pale neck, he'd behave himself for now.

Except for his hand that was inching slowly underneath the young priest's shirt.]

[kokuyoyo]

It-

[Words get lost to the jerk of his body when he feels teeth scrape against his skin, and Chikusa almost forgets what he was saying entirely. Deep in his chest, a frantic bird seems to have replaced his heart, wings beating hard against the inside of his ribcage. He scrambles for his words again.]

It depends on what you claim is a contradiction. There's answers for everything and-

[Even that slow touch has his stomach clench, and Chikusa swallows hard. It's only touching. It's only his shirt. This is fine.]

[possedere]

[Now that jerk was worth noting, and Mukuro resisted the temptation to bite down into Chikusa Kakimoto's flesh even harder, to pierce skin and taste the salt of his skin mixed with the smooth metallic twang of blood. Instead, he pushed the priest's shirt up further, both of his hands tracing along his sides, his ribs, his stomach.]

Is there an answer for why men shouldn't lie with demons?

[Before the young priest could answer, however, Mukuro pressed their mouths together, nippling on the bottom of his lip.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Of course there is, and they both know it. But then there's those lips on his again, just like last time- no, not like then. There's a hint of teeth, this time. So much biting him... For a moment, Chikusa is frozen. What is he supposed to do in response?]

[The answer comes to him, soon enough. He shifts, resting his weight on one elbow instead of both, and reaches up to slide his fingers through Mukuro's hair again like he had the first time.]

[possedere]

[How bold, his little priest. For someone who would claim this was only due to a contract, he seemed to be getting into it. He sighed encouragingly as he felt his hands tangle into his hair, leaning in closer, kissing him properly this time.

...And maybe rocking his hips experimentally against Chikusa Kakimoto's. No one said demon's had to particularly nice, after all.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Having his hand tangled in the demon's hair feels a little bit like he has control of the situation. It's not true, Chikusa knows it isn't, but at least it helps quiet the thudding of his heart.]

[So of course Mukuro has to ruin it as his hips grind down into his, and Chikusa jerks back with a strangled noise of surprise while his fingers dig into Mukuro's hair to pull him away.]

[possedere]

[For all that Mukuro was a filthy S, even the best sadist had some masochistic tendencies, and well. Hair pulling was definitely Mukuro was into. He couldn't help but gasp out at the treatment, following obediently enough, but his eyes were thin slivers.

He let out a low laugh, grinding down again, raising an eyebrow.]

So sensitive, my little priest. You haven't even touched yourself, have you?

[Not that he expected an answer to that, but it was only going to make him all the hungrier to claim him. A lonely virgin priest. This was sort of set up that a demon could only dream of.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Why isn't it stopping him? Chikusa loses control of his body as the treatment continues, squirming with a soft gasp as the demon grinds down against him again. So this is pleasure- soft waves that pulse through him and make his legs feel weak.]

[There's no bite to his words as they fumble out of his mouth.]

That's- ah, it's... immoral...

[Touching yourself makes Jesus cry, u kno]

[Shuddering, he tries to shift away from the pressure because it's true, he's horribly sensitive to something he's never experienced before like this.]

[possedere]

Does it feel immoral or does it feel good?

[Mukuro was tempted, devilishly so, to continue. To grind down and make the priest come in his pants, to undo them and lap up the mess until he's hard again, to suck him off until he comes again- but ah, he might be getting ahead of him.

Instead, he stopped all of his movement, save for his eyes drinking in the expressions on the young priest's face, before reaching up to delicately unwind his hair from Chikusa Kakimoto's grasp.

He supposed he's proved a point for now, and he will have to take comfort in that for now.]

Should I leave you to your cold shower, priest?

[If it sounded mocking, well, it definitely was.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Entire sermons have been given on how immorality and the sensation of pleasure- whether erotic or otherwise- are tightly intertwined. Chikusa knows. He's sat through them since he was young, he's said them himself once he became a priest.]

[Yet he can't get them out his mouth, can't even form them in his mind. The motion that demon had done against him was so much more intense than the little rolls of pleasure simple kissing had introduced him to. All Chikusa can manage is to stare at Mukuro, his flush brilliant crimson against his pale skin and wet lips parted and pink as he pants.]

[Of course, then that mocking reaches his ears, and Chikusa flushes all the harder as he snaps his mouth shut. Jerking his hand away, he uses it to cover half of his face. His thumb nudges his glasses back up into position.]

Is that a problem?

[possedere]

[That was a good look on the young priest, and Mukuro didn't feel guilty in the least to lean back to admire it. That flushed face, those slightly parted wet lips, that warring expression on his face. He could practically hear the prayers that the priest was going to fervently say on bent knees by his bed, probably for hours on end, until the heat of his skin settled down. He could taste his guilt and want and shame as tangibly as he had his lips.

Mukuro wanted more. It had been so long since he'd had a challenge, since he had someone who had fought their desires so wholly. He wanted to make him fall, and it was an almost savage emotion that licked up his spine like a flame.

The retort only made him laugh, and he got off up the bed, putting distance between them ( for whose sake, he wasn't going to hazard a guess ).]

Not for me. Though I do wonder about you, my young, untouched priest.

[He canted his head to the side, turning back to face Chikusa Kakimoto, mouth curved upwards slightly.]

You should know after this there's little going back. Remember that when you call for me again.

[kokuyoyo]

[For not the first time, he bristles quietly at that mocking laugh. Straightening up, Chikusa tugs at his shirt over the slight bulge pressing through his pants as his face refuses to lose its red hue.]

[This was a mistake, he knew this was a mistake, had seen the train coming down the tracks clear as day, yet still he's in this situation. What was he thinking? What is he still thinking?]

[On hand still partially covering his face, his gaze flicks up over the rims of his glasses to land on Mukuro. When he calls for him again....]

And.... what is that supposed to mean?

[possedere]

What do you think?

[Mukuro took a seat at the desk again, leaning against it, tracing the words of the contract with a gloved finger. There was no point in commenting on Chikusa Kakimoto's arousal, since the priest already seemed to be well aware of his body's reaction.

He turned his gaze back towards Chikusa Kakimoto's face, smirking superiorly.]

Kissing is a gray area, perhaps easy enough to confess to and pray away. But as you go further...

[He kept his eyes carefully on the young priest's face, though his smirk widened pointedly.]