Fan Fic: KHR: Courtesan: Chapter 1- Chrome/Mukuro
Courtesan
Notes: I need to stop taking on anon requests, because I always expand the story beyond what was originally intended.
Anon requester wanted: TYL!Chrome/TYL!Guardians +TYL!Tsuna-Sex to relieve stress
A giant Vongola orgy at the end.
But, I sort of created a monster. So, now it’s time to fess up, de-anon and give this growing monster a proper home in my fic journal. This will be a long-term project. I’ll attempt to update frequently and promptly as possible, but I do plan on this spanning for quite awhile.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by. Let’s get started…
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Title: Courtesan
Fandom: KHR
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chrome/Everyone- eventual everyone/everyone
Chapter One:
She kept her gaze to the floor. Even though it had been five years since she had seen his face, Chrome had waited longer than that in order to meet with him so not locking gazes with him now would not kill her. And right now, Mukuro-sama was answering to Boss, so as to avoid suspicion, Chrome had to appear humble and distant.
Although he was freed from prison, Mukuro was not about to repentant of his crimes. In fact, the reason they were all called here was to see him being reprimanded for stirring chaos inside allied families with the Vongola.
He laughed at the scolding, “So I am only allowed to poison and shrivel enemies of Vongola? I don’t think so. The entire Mafia system is my enemy. It’s only a matter of time before Vongola will fall as well.”
Ocher colored eyes never left Mukuro’s mismatched eyes. “If that is how you honestly feel, then I retract Vongola protection over you, Mukuro. If you lash out at another mafia family, then you can be assured we won’t lift a finger to rescue you again from Vendicare’s judgment or ambushes from other families.”
Everyone present expected this judgment. For although Boss did not trust Mukuro, he would not raise a hand to kill him, which in turn irritated the male illusionist all the more since a fight would give him an opening to posses Tsunayoshi Sawada.
“Very well” the blue-haired man replied calmly while removing the Vongola ring from his finger. There was a flick and flash of silver before Chrome caught the ‘second’ Mist ring.
“This is where we say our goodbyes, so I’d like to see at least a few tears.” Mukuro said flippantly as he turned to the audience. No one looked his way, even Chrome who pretended to be distracted by putting the abandoned ring on a silver chain to go around her neck.
Hardly heart-broken by the lack of warmth in the room, Mukuro smiled. “Ah well, good riddance to you all” he said before departing from the room via vanishing rather than walking through the door like a ‘normal’ person.
A heavy silence fell over the meeting room before Boss dismissed the Guardians. One by one, they filed out to go on with their day until only Chrome remained.
“…do you have something to add, Chrome?” the brunette asked.
“No, Bossu did what he thought was for the best. However, I’d like to request personal leave for next week.”
If Tsunayoshi suspected Chrome’s motives to be underhanded, he didn’t verbally express this concern nor appeared to be apprehensive to her request. “Of course Chrome, try to find a fill-in for your paperwork before you leave though.”
“Yes sir” Chrome replied before she turned away to leave the meeting room. ‘I’ll get Mukuro-sama to come back, Bossu. Just watch, I will.’
Searching for Mukuro-sama was always the difficult part. Chrome knew he had to be sulking when her mentor did not even answer her mental summons to their dreamscape.
‘What would you have me do, Mukuro-sama? If I spoke up to defend you, then you’d lose a foothold in Vongola. What would you have done if we were both outcasts?’
Chrome asked the grassy fields, only to have it emptily echo back to her without hearing his response.
It wasn’t as if she would have betrayed the Vongola anyway. Chrome’s heart and home were with those men. As dysfunctional and odd as they were, the Guardians and Bossu were her family.
However, without Mukuro-sama the Vongola headquarters might as well be empty and without a single soul to her. She had been gone for five years and missed them all, so Chrome was determined to bring him back and complete her family again.
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Surprisingly, Chrome found Mukuro-sama’s hideout in the middle of the Russian tundra. ‘Does he have any idea how dangerous it is hiding in a country crawling with people who specialize in assassinations?’ the purple-haired woman wondered while bundling up for her long trek through snow. Her guide refused to go any deeper into the territory and even tried to talk her out of it.
With her limited Russian vocabulary, Chrome expressed to him that she’d be fine and would make it back alive. The guide looked skeptical of her claim, but in the end valued his own safety over the ‘crazy female tourist’ and left her to follow the path cut in the middle of the forest.
Stepping out into knee deep snow, she braved wind and white flurries, pushing forward for what seemed like hours until finally seeing a black outline of a run down hunting cabin. Once she stood at the doorway, Chrome closed her left eye and worked on breaking the illusion in front of her. The ‘cabin’ started to crack apart, the splintering of wood reaching her ears before it all vanished in a flurry of snow. Turning on heel, Chrome put a hand behind her to the actual hideout. The lock clicked, opening up to her and Chrome blinked as she came eye-ball to eye ball with a large black hat with oval shaped pupils.
‘A…frog?’ she wondered before a green-haired young man raised his head, his gaze despondent to the intruder.
“Ah…someone broke in” he said blandly, catching the attention of others in the room. Ken bolted up right from the sofa, “Don’t just stand there you idiot get them out…Chrome?” he asked upon spotting the young woman standing at the entrance.
Walking in, Chrome looked around. She recognized Ken and Chikusa, who was sitting near the fireplace while rolling one of his weapon yo-yos back and forth; and of course the ‘new’ apprentice. Two were missing though. Chrome didn’t even need to ask where M.M was, it was obvious she’d be wherever Mukuro-sama would be.
“Hey…” Ken began gruffly but Chrome just walked by his seat and pushed on another door. Once she closed it behind her, Chrome heard the blonde’s exclamation, “What the hell?! She breaks in and doesn’t even announce herself or says hello! What the fuck is up with that?”
Shrugging off the outermost heavy coat, Chrome glanced in front of her to see M.M’s back to her and in front of M.M was Mukuro-sama lounging on the bed, his long hair spread out and threaded through the other woman’s fingers.
Chrome tried not to let her jealousy show on her face because M.M loved to belittle and rattle the female illusionist, as proved by how the other cast sly glances over her shoulder to Chrome.
As she shed off layers of clothes, Chrome kept on a trench coat, stockings and boots before striding forward to M.M.
“I want to thank you for taking good care of Mukuro-sama up until this point.”
The crimson-haired beauty snorted, “Really? I don’t need your gratitude, you worthless woman. Getting yourself kidnapped and gone for years and now you come trotting back like some shameless…”
M.M’s belittling diatribe ended with a raise of Mukuro’s right hand. “Ladies, play nice with one another” he reminded in a light tone. M.M scowled in response, but ‘hmph’ed’ instead of continuing her train of thought.
“What brings you out into this wilderness, my dear Chrome?” Mukuro asked, his back still to her.
“You” she answered simply. Another snort from the woman brushing the man’s hair, “Well you might need him, but as you can see…Mukuro-sama has all the companionship he needs. So go back and suck off mafia cocks.”
Chrome frowned at the implication. She did not like the mafia any more than the next person. The Vongola, to her; only included Bossu and the other Guardians, she really didn’t care about anyone else.
“I need to discuss something with Mukuro-sama. Privately. So if you don’t mind M.M-san..."
M.M ceased brushing, then turned to face the intruder. “I DO mind! Are you really so stupid that you can’t take a hint? Do I have to have sex with him in front of you to get the point? No one here wants or needs your worthless…” M.M suddenly found three trident prongs pressed at her neck.
“Please, give us a few minutes.” Chrome ask but not before digging the points in a little to draw tiny rivulets of blood from M.M. Gritting her teeth at the brazen attempt to disguise a threat with politeness, M.M reached for her thigh to pull out her clarinet in order to break it down into nun chucks and fight the other woman.
However, Mukuro intervened again. “It’s alright Chrome. I’ll listen to what you have to say. M.M, if you would please give us some time alone.”
Jerking out from under Chrome’s trident, M.M smeared her fingers with blood before boldly wiping them on the other woman’s trench coat like it was a napkin.
“Oops, that’s too bad. I hear blood stains are a bitch to get out. Oh well, it was a piece of trash anyway” she hissed before leaving the room, slamming the door close as form of dramatic exit.
“You girls really do need to cooperate more.” Mukuro mused as he reached across the mattress for the hair ties lying on a small table. He stopped mid-motion when Chrome came from behind and embraced him.
“…what’s this now?” he asked. “Could it be you’ve missed me so much my dear that you’re turning your back on…”
“No…” Chrome muttered against his long jacket, “Never. I’m not here to betray Vongola to you, Mukuro-sama.”
“Then M.M is correct in assuming I have no use for you.” Mukuro began. “Then look at me and say it” Chrome whispered. “Lie and say our bond is broken.”
“…you know I won’t do that” he admitted before freeing from Chromes embrace, at last turning to face the young woman he once rescued form certain death.
A smile appeared on the man’s lips, “Look at you, are you channeling a little of Kyouya-kun’s aggression? A little more blood and I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”
“I wouldn’t have to take such measures if she left in the first place.” Chrome said because she honestly didn’t hate M.M. She actually pitied the other woman a little, because M.M believe that just because Mukuro-sama slept with her that gave the musician an advantage.
A tender and chaste kiss to her forehead as gloved fingers moved back strands of purple hair. An expression ‘I missed you’ if she ever felt one. The feeling was mutual in all respects. Chrome felt that for all the time they spent over the years sharing a consciousness and sometimes her own body, every second apart felt like an eternity had been wasted.
So each reunion made the young woman feel like they had known each other for a lifetime while at the same time being strangers meeting for the first time. Soul mates who were constantly making up for lost time.
If she said such sentimental things, Mukuro-sama would laugh and turn her out. So, Chrome expressed with her body when words would be ignored. Easing onto the bed, kicking off heavy snow boots to the floor as she moved; Chrome gently stroked her master’s face before kissing him tenderly. ‘I missed you too…I always miss you.’ Chrome tried to convey with each little fleeting kiss until Mukuro reached up to pull her closer.
Tilting into the kiss, Chrome’s fingers wandered to Mukuro’s long blue hair. The familiar feel of silky strands between her fingers, felt like a homecoming. In return, Mukuro nibbled her bottom lip so Chrome would open to him. Languish strokes of their tongues, matching in teasing and tasting as the appendages intertwined until there was no oxygen left.
Rising up, Chrome exerted a small push on her master, who in turned looked a little surprised at her boldness. However, there wasn’t a trick Chrome knew that Mukuro hadn’t personally taught her. Thus when she took off the trench coat to reveal nothing underneath but a purple lace bra, panties and a garter belt holding her stockings up, he had to laugh.
“So cliché” he chided. “Sometimes it’s possible to turn a cliche into a classic. Isn’t that right, Mukuro-sama?” Chrome returned as she reached for his skinny black tie.
As his tie was tugged apart and laid in her hands Mukuro, being a firm believer in tit-for-tat, pushed Chrome’s eye patch away until it fell. Skin smoothed over the empty socket sewn closed by a mortician ten years ago, yet the scars were still faint pink contrasting her otherwise ivory pale skin. He kissed the scar. For all her ‘love’ towards the despised mafia family, Chrome only exposed herself to him.
Mukuro knew he’d be the only one to see her ugly scar. And intended to keep it that way, he’d see and accept her ugliness and hold it over the woman for the rest of her days. Not that there was ever a need to bribe Chrome into staying by his side. Her loyalty knew no bounds even while working for two opposing forces.
For a second, Mukuro’s expression twisted into something resembling anger as he spied the delicate silver necklace around her neck, the ‘pendant’ weighing it down was the secondary Mist ring hanging just above the valley of her breasts.
“You dare wear that atrocity and shove it in my face? My, my you really are a shameless woman.” Mukuro said, hiding his scowl against Chrome’s naked torso. She shivered as he licked the circumference of her navel.
“Arms up please” she muttered, her fingers curling into his hair after another lick, which treaded dangerously close to the top of Chrome’s panties; before the man tilted his head up.
“Oh, who are you to order me around?” he inquired. “Then I’ll remove it for you.” Chrome replied and looked like she would follow through the threat until Mukuro raised his hands.
“Stop stop…how dare you threaten to violate my body…I’ll have you know, I’m rather delicate.” Mukuro taunted with a flip of his blue bangs.
Chrome didn’t seem to believe him, so Mukuro ceased leaving in suspense by first discarding his long jacket then pulling the white t-shirt over his head. “This is what you wanted to see, no?” he said smugly. Chrome gingerly touched his chest, invoking shivers, as he had with her, by rubbing male nipples until they beaded and darkened.
Folding herself into his lap, Chrome showered the man’s neck with kisses as her right hand strayed back to his long hair, while the left kept tweaking nipples then traced a line down the center of his chest.
“Mmm, you are such a tease.” Mukuro hummed into Chrome’s right ear before nibbling it to match her action to his left earlobe.
“How is this teasing? This hardly counts as foreplay” she breathed, upsetting strands of blue before an honest gasp escaped Chrome as Mukuro pushed her to the mattress.
“Because, you have come quite a long way to engage me in ‘not-quite’ foreplay my dear, so tell me what is on your mind.”
After a moment of internal debate, Chrome tugged on the necklace she wore. “I want you to take this back, Mukuro-sama and rejoin the Vongola family.”
Her gaze did not leave his and for awhile it seemed like they were frozen in time. Then she saw a twitch along his lips as Mukuro curbed his gut-reaction, choosing to laugh instead.
“You don’t say? You intend to seduce me back to being Vongola’s lap dog. Oh my sweet Chrome.” Mukuro leaned forward to capture her mouth in a brief kiss. “As delicious and tempting you are, there are not enough apples in your garden to lure me back into Eden.”
When he eased away from her, Chrome shuddered at the combined coldness from his lack out touch and distant attitude. “Don’t do it for me then” Chrome said as she eased onto his naked back, arms entwined loosely around the man’s neck.
“Do it for your goal. Weren’t you the one who said it would be easier to take down the whole system if you took out the Vongola family.”
He didn’t spare a glance back Chrome’s way, “It is pointless if he is this closely guarded. Even you would betray me…”
“It is not betrayal when I care for both.” Chrome interjected her lips then pressed to the nape of Mukuro’s neck. “I love both you and Vongola.”
“As touching as your sentiment is Chrome, love can not correct the wrongs the mafia has inflicted” he replied, yet responded to her kiss by leaning into the woman’s arms. Even for having taught the woman everything she knew about sex and saying she had no power to persuade him, Mukuro still wanted to indulge.
“It doesn’t have to change. Bossu and Vongola are enough. But it won’t be complete without you.” Chrome muttered after pressing kisses into the palms of his gloves, followed by Mukuro slowly peeled them off digit by digit.
Cupping her face in his naked hands, Mukuro looked into Chrome’s left violet colored eye. She had come a long way from the girl so lonely she felt like a burden and better off dead. ‘I see myself in you…or rather something I lost a long time ago.’ Mukuro thought as their mouths met again in a sweet and slow kiss.
There was so much hope in her, he wasn’t sure whether to dash those dreams and rebuild Chrome again. Or let her be in this fantasy of a world being a better place all because Tsunayoshi Sawada was the leader of Vongola. One man could not cure all the ills or sins, yet in return Mukuro wanted to be the one man to cleanse the rotten world in a blood bath.
Fingers plucked at the straps of her bra, then he migrated back to undo the garment clasp by clasp. Chrome’s efforts to discard it were thwarted by Mukuro hold on her forearms as he kissed a right breast. A blush appeared along pale cheeks as fingers tenderly kneaded soft flesh before he tempered pleasure with a spike of pain by biting her right nipple.
“M-Mukuro-sama…” she whimpered as he snapped off the clips to her garter belt and rolled down stockings. “I never get tired of hearing you call my name” he replied while dragging two fingers along the front of purple panties. Another whine from the young woman as she rocked into his hand and Mukuro laughed, “What’s this? Wet already?”
Chrome gasped loudly as he teased a digit along the seam, pushing against lace to delve between the lips of her sex. At last shaking off her bra, she draped arms over his shoulders, Chrome nibbled then suckled on a place on Mukuro’s neck, having to swat away strands of his ridiculously long hair in the process.
In the meantime, Chrome attempted to swallow her own moan as Mukuro pulled down her panties until the fabric pooled at her ankles then were kicked off.
“Your turn” Chrome murmured, hands going for the complicated double belt apparatuses Mukuro had hooked around his belt loop. Chrome couldn’t resist returning his previous dig, “Channeling a little of Gokudera-san’s fashion sense, Mukuro-sama?”
He chuckled, “Ah, no. If anything he’s copying me. Then again we Italians do share three things in common.”
“And those three things would be?” she asked after unclasping the first belt, slinging it around Mukuro’s neck before giving the leather a tug to draw him into a kiss.
“Appreciation for fashion” he said against her mouth, hips jutting up as Chrome pulled his other belt out and tossed it. “A love of fine wine and food” he added, tasting Chrome’s lips as she worked on the zipper to his pants. Another arch of his body helped her drag down the dark pants, making Chrome ever so grateful he wasn’t currently wearing those infamous thigh-high boots of his.
However, he also had not been wearing any underwear. Although she had seen ‘it’ before, Chrome still blushed and had a slight hesitation to touching Mukuro’s erection. It still amazed her how it managed to ‘fit’ sometimes.
“And the third…” Mukuro whispered while easing her back into bed, “we are better endowed than your pathetic little ‘island’ boys.”
Before she could quip as to how Mukuro knew the third to be a fact, be it by first hand comparison or a mythical stereotype; Chrome found said ‘endowment’ jutted in front of her lips.
“I trust you remember how I like it.” Mukuro inquired. She nodded, first wetting her lips and swallowing spit to ease a suddenly parched throat. Closed mouth kisses to the tip, smearing pre-come along her lips with quick swipes of her tongue. Then Chrome brought her own fingertips to an open mouth, licking the digits to give just enough moisture then popping them out to start stroking.
An appreciative moan erupted from Mukuro’s throat, easily the most vocal in bed out of the two of them. “Let me see you suck me off Chrome. M.M is a bit stingy and won’t do it. I want to see you swallow me in that greedy little mouth…mmhm…” he hummed as she followed orders.
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“A few minutes my ass!” M.M snarled her eyes all but drilling holes into the closed door. Everyone else present ignored her complaints, having grown tired of listening to her after ten minutes into M.M’s exile from Mukuro’s bedroom.
She paced, fumed and huffed at the door until at last M.M had enough of being booted out. Hand on the door knob, while the men behind her shared glances and wondered if they should prepare earplugs before things got ugly.
Stepping into the room, M.M slammed the door behind her.
“Alright, your ‘few minutes’ are over and done with…” M.M’s brass voice abruptly petered off into stunned silence as she watched Chrome leaning to suck off Mukuro-sama. She hadn’t covered the whole appendage, but even M.M, who found oral sex disgusting and demeaning; was impressed by how much Chrome had taken and sucked on with little difficulty.
Then, before her eyes, Mukuro-sama coaxed Chrome’s mouth open. With two quick jerks from his own hand, he came on the other woman’s chest and neck.
Torn between disgust and intrigue, M.M blinked as Chrome licked her fingers to gather the fluid and lick it off. Then, the two of them locked gazes. M.M’s checks puffed out, expecting some sort of superior look from the violet-haired slut. If so, then she’d be quick to bite back that at least she had more self-respect than to lick come off her own body.
However, Chrome blinked then didn’t pay her anymore mind, which infuriated M.M more than any haughty glance…
“Is there something you want?” Mukuro-sama asked, hand still curled around his softening member.
“N-No. Nothing” she said, voice tight and high pitched as M.M tried to keep her anger in check.
“Well unless you plan on joining us…” Mukuro winced as M.M left in self-righteous fury and slammed the door.
“That poor door gets so much abuse.” Mukuro mused aloud before turning back to his bed partner. Chrome managed to clean up most of the come off her chest, however missed a place along her right cheek.
“You missed a spot” he said, pointing to his own right cheek. She responded by moving to the left and attempting to rub an invisible spot off. He chuckled then leaned in to lick the spot for her.
Chrome responded to the lick by turning into his mouth, greedily sucking tongue in as she had Mukuro’s cock only to be quick to release it.
“Insatiable” he murmured before kissing her again, spreading Chrome’s legs open and inserting two fingers knuckle deep. He devoured the resulting moan, stroking her slit before delving inside again. A pinch of her clit and Chrome’s body arched up from the mattress, breasts pressed against his chest.
“Since you were so kind…” Mukuro’s words trailed off, his actions speaking loud and clear of intentions when he hooked arms under Chrome’s legs and lifted them high on his shoulders.
“Ah…Mukuro-sama you don’t have to…ah!” she gasped, fitfully grabbing the bed sheets as the male illusionist licked wet folds. A jumble of incoherent words left her mouth with each stroke of his tongue as Chrome forced down the urge to grind pelvis into Mukuro’s face. Left eye closed for a moment, struggling to get a decent pull of oxygen, Chrome opened the optical orb again to see him staring back from between her legs.
Heterochromatic eyes locked with her gaze right as Mukuro sucked on her clit. Unable to take it anymore she cried out while coming. Lost in a surge of emotion and sensation to the point Chrome couldn’t even see straight. As Chrome came down from her high, she was aware of Mukuro’s tongue licking her ‘clean’ before he crawled back up. The ‘bump’ of his returning erection rubbing against her entrance made her shiver pleasantly. Arms slung around to embrace him tightly, Chrome answered with a roll of her hips.
With a kiss he pried Chrome open then aligned his cock before pushing in. She jerked, still rocking from the first orgasm and nearly pushed over to a second as Mukuro started shallow thrusts.
Slow, slow, slow. So much torture as Mukuro held back, he was however rewarded for his patience in the form of inarticulate gibberish and stifled moans from the female Mist. Chrome was usually so quiet and reserved in bed, he’d often have to go to extremes to hear more than soft little sighs and gasps.
“M-Mukuro-sama…” she whimpered, following by an impatient undulation of her hips, a signal Chrome wanted him to go faster. Ironically, the one with the cock was being the tease, keeping his pace shallow and measured. ‘She’ll have to beg for it.’ Mukuro decided with a smirk as he exerted great will power to stop altogether to kiss her neck and shoulders.
She cringed and thrashed a little, “P-please…” “Please what dear Chrome?” he asked against the hollow of the woman’s throat. A soft whine, but lips closed refusing to say it. Petting her hair Mukuro whispered just above her forehead, “If you won’t say it then I’ll start to pull out. On the count of three…one…two…”
“Mukuro-sama!” she cried out. “…yes?” he asked, backing a little to see her distressed expression. Face flushed, eye glassy with lust and lips red from constant kisses, he watched her swallow before attempting to put hands to cover her face.
“No, no. You’re not a shy virgin anymore. Be a woman and tell me what you want.” Mukuro crooned while pulling her hands down, folding them over the silver necklace. “Tell me, amore.”
She arched up, eye closed for a moment as Mukuro’s cock shifted inside and he was unable to hold back thrusting in, only to contain a second. “I want you to…” she started to mumbled, unable to get close enough to whisper it like a secret.
To remind them both he was still there, Mukuro thrust in again, making her utter a needy mewling noise.
“Again…louder and try to complete a sentence this time, my dear.” Mukuro taunted.
“Please…please fuck me, Mukuro-sama.”
He gladly obliged by sinking in fully again, before rocking back. “How badly do you want it?”
Chrome shuddered as he pushed back in. Not fast enough, not enough friction so her body thrummed and nearly ached to be filled, “So bad…I can’t…think of anything else…oh god.” She was bodily jerked by a hard push, the Mist ring jumping on her breasts as slow and intent to torment morphed into a faster pace.
“And what do you want?” he asked in a husky tone. “F-for you to…ah…ah…” she cried gripping so tightly onto Mukuro’s shoulders her manicured fingernails bit into skin.
“Yes, amore?” he purred, looking so composed much to Chrome’s envy since she was about to lose her ever loving mind, let alone deliver a coherent response.
“Fuck me…” she whispered, voice rising to a higher pitch and volume as Mukuro thrust harder and harder into her. Answering back matching undulation of her hips, Chrome held on tight, fingers wandering from back to tug on a length of hair then raking over his skin again until palms rested just above his firm buttocks, feeling each push keenly as muscles coiled and clenched.
“Fuck…” Mukuro replied, “Still so tight. I can’t…put up with much more of this” a chuckle escaped, his signature laugh tickling her ears while Chrome was drawn up to sit. She shivered violently at the change of position because Mukuro had angled himself to hit just the right spot.
Legs clamped around his sides, Chrome nibbled his right earring cuff in between moans of pleasure and rocking her hips in response to Mukuro’s motions. As for the male illusionist, he gritted his teeth pushing through how tight her pussy squeezed with each push.
Hungry and a little sloppy, Chrome turned his head into hers in a hard kiss right as she climaxed. Once she released his mouth, Mukuro licked her throat to feel each little vibration of her throaty moans, uttering a groan of his own as her muscles clinched in an attempt to seal him in and milk the male organ. Chrome braced her back against the headboard as Mukuro violently thrust into once…twice…finally erupting inside of her at the third.
For awhile, neither of them spoke. Puffs of air escaped open mouths and intermingled. Then Chrome tenderly plucked at long blue hair, moving it away from sticking to his sweaty forehead before kissing the same spot.
“I’m not going back for you.” Mukuro said. She looked disappointed. “There’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”
“No.” he said with a flick delivered to the ring dangling around her neck. “However…” a lazy smirk curled on his lips, “if you are willing Chrome, we can try this ‘unique’ persuasion technique again before you have to leave.”
Six hours and two ‘persuasions’ later, Chrome woke up to an empty and drafty room. The four-poster bed had been replaced by a rickety metal frame and a single size bare mattress she was lying on top of. For a fearful moment, she wondered if the whole encounter had been some elaborate illusion. The boy with the frog hat, Mukuro-sama mentioned him many times before with a mixture of pride and loathing; was supposedly very gifted.
Chrome swallowed and blinked back the start of tears. The young woman was so scared all of that had been worthless and she had been tricked by another illusionist, a rival of sorts. Then she felt the lack of weight around her neck. Fingers hesitantly reached up to the chain around her neck and didn’t feel the Mist ring there. Chrome looked around the bed, though wondering how it could have fallen off since the chain was still…
At last she realized what it meant. And smiled.
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No one was more surprised to see Mukuro suddenly appear again, wearing the ring on top of it; than Tsunayoshi Sawada. He arrived a full twenty-four hours before Chrome, who couldn’t stop smiling and looking so pleased to have the traitor-to-be back in their midst.
For a moment Tsuna wondered if maybe he came back because of…then shook his head. No. Imagining Mukuro as having the capacity of loving someone enough to put his plans on an indefinite hold was ludicrous.
So, Tsuna resolved to watch the male illusionist closely and watch his back for strategic attacks on his person. As Tsuna prepared himself to be forever vigilant again, he had no idea that this was exactly why Mukuro came back to Vongola.
After all, he couldn’t strike fear into the hearts of the mafia if he was cooped up in a cabin out in the middle of nowhere. He had to be up close and personal in order to make them feel uneasy. And he just loved making people feel uncomfortable.
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Notes: I need to stop taking on anon requests, because I always expand the story beyond what was originally intended.
Anon requester wanted: TYL!Chrome/TYL!Guardians +TYL!Tsuna-Sex to relieve stress
A giant Vongola orgy at the end.
But, I sort of created a monster. So, now it’s time to fess up, de-anon and give this growing monster a proper home in my fic journal. This will be a long-term project. I’ll attempt to update frequently and promptly as possible, but I do plan on this spanning for quite awhile.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by. Let’s get started…
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Title: Courtesan
Fandom: KHR
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chrome/Everyone- eventual everyone/everyone
Chapter One:
She kept her gaze to the floor. Even though it had been five years since she had seen his face, Chrome had waited longer than that in order to meet with him so not locking gazes with him now would not kill her. And right now, Mukuro-sama was answering to Boss, so as to avoid suspicion, Chrome had to appear humble and distant.
Although he was freed from prison, Mukuro was not about to repentant of his crimes. In fact, the reason they were all called here was to see him being reprimanded for stirring chaos inside allied families with the Vongola.
He laughed at the scolding, “So I am only allowed to poison and shrivel enemies of Vongola? I don’t think so. The entire Mafia system is my enemy. It’s only a matter of time before Vongola will fall as well.”
Ocher colored eyes never left Mukuro’s mismatched eyes. “If that is how you honestly feel, then I retract Vongola protection over you, Mukuro. If you lash out at another mafia family, then you can be assured we won’t lift a finger to rescue you again from Vendicare’s judgment or ambushes from other families.”
Everyone present expected this judgment. For although Boss did not trust Mukuro, he would not raise a hand to kill him, which in turn irritated the male illusionist all the more since a fight would give him an opening to posses Tsunayoshi Sawada.
“Very well” the blue-haired man replied calmly while removing the Vongola ring from his finger. There was a flick and flash of silver before Chrome caught the ‘second’ Mist ring.
“This is where we say our goodbyes, so I’d like to see at least a few tears.” Mukuro said flippantly as he turned to the audience. No one looked his way, even Chrome who pretended to be distracted by putting the abandoned ring on a silver chain to go around her neck.
Hardly heart-broken by the lack of warmth in the room, Mukuro smiled. “Ah well, good riddance to you all” he said before departing from the room via vanishing rather than walking through the door like a ‘normal’ person.
A heavy silence fell over the meeting room before Boss dismissed the Guardians. One by one, they filed out to go on with their day until only Chrome remained.
“…do you have something to add, Chrome?” the brunette asked.
“No, Bossu did what he thought was for the best. However, I’d like to request personal leave for next week.”
If Tsunayoshi suspected Chrome’s motives to be underhanded, he didn’t verbally express this concern nor appeared to be apprehensive to her request. “Of course Chrome, try to find a fill-in for your paperwork before you leave though.”
“Yes sir” Chrome replied before she turned away to leave the meeting room. ‘I’ll get Mukuro-sama to come back, Bossu. Just watch, I will.’
Searching for Mukuro-sama was always the difficult part. Chrome knew he had to be sulking when her mentor did not even answer her mental summons to their dreamscape.
‘What would you have me do, Mukuro-sama? If I spoke up to defend you, then you’d lose a foothold in Vongola. What would you have done if we were both outcasts?’
Chrome asked the grassy fields, only to have it emptily echo back to her without hearing his response.
It wasn’t as if she would have betrayed the Vongola anyway. Chrome’s heart and home were with those men. As dysfunctional and odd as they were, the Guardians and Bossu were her family.
However, without Mukuro-sama the Vongola headquarters might as well be empty and without a single soul to her. She had been gone for five years and missed them all, so Chrome was determined to bring him back and complete her family again.
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Surprisingly, Chrome found Mukuro-sama’s hideout in the middle of the Russian tundra. ‘Does he have any idea how dangerous it is hiding in a country crawling with people who specialize in assassinations?’ the purple-haired woman wondered while bundling up for her long trek through snow. Her guide refused to go any deeper into the territory and even tried to talk her out of it.
With her limited Russian vocabulary, Chrome expressed to him that she’d be fine and would make it back alive. The guide looked skeptical of her claim, but in the end valued his own safety over the ‘crazy female tourist’ and left her to follow the path cut in the middle of the forest.
Stepping out into knee deep snow, she braved wind and white flurries, pushing forward for what seemed like hours until finally seeing a black outline of a run down hunting cabin. Once she stood at the doorway, Chrome closed her left eye and worked on breaking the illusion in front of her. The ‘cabin’ started to crack apart, the splintering of wood reaching her ears before it all vanished in a flurry of snow. Turning on heel, Chrome put a hand behind her to the actual hideout. The lock clicked, opening up to her and Chrome blinked as she came eye-ball to eye ball with a large black hat with oval shaped pupils.
‘A…frog?’ she wondered before a green-haired young man raised his head, his gaze despondent to the intruder.
“Ah…someone broke in” he said blandly, catching the attention of others in the room. Ken bolted up right from the sofa, “Don’t just stand there you idiot get them out…Chrome?” he asked upon spotting the young woman standing at the entrance.
Walking in, Chrome looked around. She recognized Ken and Chikusa, who was sitting near the fireplace while rolling one of his weapon yo-yos back and forth; and of course the ‘new’ apprentice. Two were missing though. Chrome didn’t even need to ask where M.M was, it was obvious she’d be wherever Mukuro-sama would be.
“Hey…” Ken began gruffly but Chrome just walked by his seat and pushed on another door. Once she closed it behind her, Chrome heard the blonde’s exclamation, “What the hell?! She breaks in and doesn’t even announce herself or says hello! What the fuck is up with that?”
Shrugging off the outermost heavy coat, Chrome glanced in front of her to see M.M’s back to her and in front of M.M was Mukuro-sama lounging on the bed, his long hair spread out and threaded through the other woman’s fingers.
Chrome tried not to let her jealousy show on her face because M.M loved to belittle and rattle the female illusionist, as proved by how the other cast sly glances over her shoulder to Chrome.
As she shed off layers of clothes, Chrome kept on a trench coat, stockings and boots before striding forward to M.M.
“I want to thank you for taking good care of Mukuro-sama up until this point.”
The crimson-haired beauty snorted, “Really? I don’t need your gratitude, you worthless woman. Getting yourself kidnapped and gone for years and now you come trotting back like some shameless…”
M.M’s belittling diatribe ended with a raise of Mukuro’s right hand. “Ladies, play nice with one another” he reminded in a light tone. M.M scowled in response, but ‘hmph’ed’ instead of continuing her train of thought.
“What brings you out into this wilderness, my dear Chrome?” Mukuro asked, his back still to her.
“You” she answered simply. Another snort from the woman brushing the man’s hair, “Well you might need him, but as you can see…Mukuro-sama has all the companionship he needs. So go back and suck off mafia cocks.”
Chrome frowned at the implication. She did not like the mafia any more than the next person. The Vongola, to her; only included Bossu and the other Guardians, she really didn’t care about anyone else.
“I need to discuss something with Mukuro-sama. Privately. So if you don’t mind M.M-san..."
M.M ceased brushing, then turned to face the intruder. “I DO mind! Are you really so stupid that you can’t take a hint? Do I have to have sex with him in front of you to get the point? No one here wants or needs your worthless…” M.M suddenly found three trident prongs pressed at her neck.
“Please, give us a few minutes.” Chrome ask but not before digging the points in a little to draw tiny rivulets of blood from M.M. Gritting her teeth at the brazen attempt to disguise a threat with politeness, M.M reached for her thigh to pull out her clarinet in order to break it down into nun chucks and fight the other woman.
However, Mukuro intervened again. “It’s alright Chrome. I’ll listen to what you have to say. M.M, if you would please give us some time alone.”
Jerking out from under Chrome’s trident, M.M smeared her fingers with blood before boldly wiping them on the other woman’s trench coat like it was a napkin.
“Oops, that’s too bad. I hear blood stains are a bitch to get out. Oh well, it was a piece of trash anyway” she hissed before leaving the room, slamming the door close as form of dramatic exit.
“You girls really do need to cooperate more.” Mukuro mused as he reached across the mattress for the hair ties lying on a small table. He stopped mid-motion when Chrome came from behind and embraced him.
“…what’s this now?” he asked. “Could it be you’ve missed me so much my dear that you’re turning your back on…”
“No…” Chrome muttered against his long jacket, “Never. I’m not here to betray Vongola to you, Mukuro-sama.”
“Then M.M is correct in assuming I have no use for you.” Mukuro began. “Then look at me and say it” Chrome whispered. “Lie and say our bond is broken.”
“…you know I won’t do that” he admitted before freeing from Chromes embrace, at last turning to face the young woman he once rescued form certain death.
A smile appeared on the man’s lips, “Look at you, are you channeling a little of Kyouya-kun’s aggression? A little more blood and I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”
“I wouldn’t have to take such measures if she left in the first place.” Chrome said because she honestly didn’t hate M.M. She actually pitied the other woman a little, because M.M believe that just because Mukuro-sama slept with her that gave the musician an advantage.
A tender and chaste kiss to her forehead as gloved fingers moved back strands of purple hair. An expression ‘I missed you’ if she ever felt one. The feeling was mutual in all respects. Chrome felt that for all the time they spent over the years sharing a consciousness and sometimes her own body, every second apart felt like an eternity had been wasted.
So each reunion made the young woman feel like they had known each other for a lifetime while at the same time being strangers meeting for the first time. Soul mates who were constantly making up for lost time.
If she said such sentimental things, Mukuro-sama would laugh and turn her out. So, Chrome expressed with her body when words would be ignored. Easing onto the bed, kicking off heavy snow boots to the floor as she moved; Chrome gently stroked her master’s face before kissing him tenderly. ‘I missed you too…I always miss you.’ Chrome tried to convey with each little fleeting kiss until Mukuro reached up to pull her closer.
Tilting into the kiss, Chrome’s fingers wandered to Mukuro’s long blue hair. The familiar feel of silky strands between her fingers, felt like a homecoming. In return, Mukuro nibbled her bottom lip so Chrome would open to him. Languish strokes of their tongues, matching in teasing and tasting as the appendages intertwined until there was no oxygen left.
Rising up, Chrome exerted a small push on her master, who in turned looked a little surprised at her boldness. However, there wasn’t a trick Chrome knew that Mukuro hadn’t personally taught her. Thus when she took off the trench coat to reveal nothing underneath but a purple lace bra, panties and a garter belt holding her stockings up, he had to laugh.
“So cliché” he chided. “Sometimes it’s possible to turn a cliche into a classic. Isn’t that right, Mukuro-sama?” Chrome returned as she reached for his skinny black tie.
As his tie was tugged apart and laid in her hands Mukuro, being a firm believer in tit-for-tat, pushed Chrome’s eye patch away until it fell. Skin smoothed over the empty socket sewn closed by a mortician ten years ago, yet the scars were still faint pink contrasting her otherwise ivory pale skin. He kissed the scar. For all her ‘love’ towards the despised mafia family, Chrome only exposed herself to him.
Mukuro knew he’d be the only one to see her ugly scar. And intended to keep it that way, he’d see and accept her ugliness and hold it over the woman for the rest of her days. Not that there was ever a need to bribe Chrome into staying by his side. Her loyalty knew no bounds even while working for two opposing forces.
For a second, Mukuro’s expression twisted into something resembling anger as he spied the delicate silver necklace around her neck, the ‘pendant’ weighing it down was the secondary Mist ring hanging just above the valley of her breasts.
“You dare wear that atrocity and shove it in my face? My, my you really are a shameless woman.” Mukuro said, hiding his scowl against Chrome’s naked torso. She shivered as he licked the circumference of her navel.
“Arms up please” she muttered, her fingers curling into his hair after another lick, which treaded dangerously close to the top of Chrome’s panties; before the man tilted his head up.
“Oh, who are you to order me around?” he inquired. “Then I’ll remove it for you.” Chrome replied and looked like she would follow through the threat until Mukuro raised his hands.
“Stop stop…how dare you threaten to violate my body…I’ll have you know, I’m rather delicate.” Mukuro taunted with a flip of his blue bangs.
Chrome didn’t seem to believe him, so Mukuro ceased leaving in suspense by first discarding his long jacket then pulling the white t-shirt over his head. “This is what you wanted to see, no?” he said smugly. Chrome gingerly touched his chest, invoking shivers, as he had with her, by rubbing male nipples until they beaded and darkened.
Folding herself into his lap, Chrome showered the man’s neck with kisses as her right hand strayed back to his long hair, while the left kept tweaking nipples then traced a line down the center of his chest.
“Mmm, you are such a tease.” Mukuro hummed into Chrome’s right ear before nibbling it to match her action to his left earlobe.
“How is this teasing? This hardly counts as foreplay” she breathed, upsetting strands of blue before an honest gasp escaped Chrome as Mukuro pushed her to the mattress.
“Because, you have come quite a long way to engage me in ‘not-quite’ foreplay my dear, so tell me what is on your mind.”
After a moment of internal debate, Chrome tugged on the necklace she wore. “I want you to take this back, Mukuro-sama and rejoin the Vongola family.”
Her gaze did not leave his and for awhile it seemed like they were frozen in time. Then she saw a twitch along his lips as Mukuro curbed his gut-reaction, choosing to laugh instead.
“You don’t say? You intend to seduce me back to being Vongola’s lap dog. Oh my sweet Chrome.” Mukuro leaned forward to capture her mouth in a brief kiss. “As delicious and tempting you are, there are not enough apples in your garden to lure me back into Eden.”
When he eased away from her, Chrome shuddered at the combined coldness from his lack out touch and distant attitude. “Don’t do it for me then” Chrome said as she eased onto his naked back, arms entwined loosely around the man’s neck.
“Do it for your goal. Weren’t you the one who said it would be easier to take down the whole system if you took out the Vongola family.”
He didn’t spare a glance back Chrome’s way, “It is pointless if he is this closely guarded. Even you would betray me…”
“It is not betrayal when I care for both.” Chrome interjected her lips then pressed to the nape of Mukuro’s neck. “I love both you and Vongola.”
“As touching as your sentiment is Chrome, love can not correct the wrongs the mafia has inflicted” he replied, yet responded to her kiss by leaning into the woman’s arms. Even for having taught the woman everything she knew about sex and saying she had no power to persuade him, Mukuro still wanted to indulge.
“It doesn’t have to change. Bossu and Vongola are enough. But it won’t be complete without you.” Chrome muttered after pressing kisses into the palms of his gloves, followed by Mukuro slowly peeled them off digit by digit.
Cupping her face in his naked hands, Mukuro looked into Chrome’s left violet colored eye. She had come a long way from the girl so lonely she felt like a burden and better off dead. ‘I see myself in you…or rather something I lost a long time ago.’ Mukuro thought as their mouths met again in a sweet and slow kiss.
There was so much hope in her, he wasn’t sure whether to dash those dreams and rebuild Chrome again. Or let her be in this fantasy of a world being a better place all because Tsunayoshi Sawada was the leader of Vongola. One man could not cure all the ills or sins, yet in return Mukuro wanted to be the one man to cleanse the rotten world in a blood bath.
Fingers plucked at the straps of her bra, then he migrated back to undo the garment clasp by clasp. Chrome’s efforts to discard it were thwarted by Mukuro hold on her forearms as he kissed a right breast. A blush appeared along pale cheeks as fingers tenderly kneaded soft flesh before he tempered pleasure with a spike of pain by biting her right nipple.
“M-Mukuro-sama…” she whimpered as he snapped off the clips to her garter belt and rolled down stockings. “I never get tired of hearing you call my name” he replied while dragging two fingers along the front of purple panties. Another whine from the young woman as she rocked into his hand and Mukuro laughed, “What’s this? Wet already?”
Chrome gasped loudly as he teased a digit along the seam, pushing against lace to delve between the lips of her sex. At last shaking off her bra, she draped arms over his shoulders, Chrome nibbled then suckled on a place on Mukuro’s neck, having to swat away strands of his ridiculously long hair in the process.
In the meantime, Chrome attempted to swallow her own moan as Mukuro pulled down her panties until the fabric pooled at her ankles then were kicked off.
“Your turn” Chrome murmured, hands going for the complicated double belt apparatuses Mukuro had hooked around his belt loop. Chrome couldn’t resist returning his previous dig, “Channeling a little of Gokudera-san’s fashion sense, Mukuro-sama?”
He chuckled, “Ah, no. If anything he’s copying me. Then again we Italians do share three things in common.”
“And those three things would be?” she asked after unclasping the first belt, slinging it around Mukuro’s neck before giving the leather a tug to draw him into a kiss.
“Appreciation for fashion” he said against her mouth, hips jutting up as Chrome pulled his other belt out and tossed it. “A love of fine wine and food” he added, tasting Chrome’s lips as she worked on the zipper to his pants. Another arch of his body helped her drag down the dark pants, making Chrome ever so grateful he wasn’t currently wearing those infamous thigh-high boots of his.
However, he also had not been wearing any underwear. Although she had seen ‘it’ before, Chrome still blushed and had a slight hesitation to touching Mukuro’s erection. It still amazed her how it managed to ‘fit’ sometimes.
“And the third…” Mukuro whispered while easing her back into bed, “we are better endowed than your pathetic little ‘island’ boys.”
Before she could quip as to how Mukuro knew the third to be a fact, be it by first hand comparison or a mythical stereotype; Chrome found said ‘endowment’ jutted in front of her lips.
“I trust you remember how I like it.” Mukuro inquired. She nodded, first wetting her lips and swallowing spit to ease a suddenly parched throat. Closed mouth kisses to the tip, smearing pre-come along her lips with quick swipes of her tongue. Then Chrome brought her own fingertips to an open mouth, licking the digits to give just enough moisture then popping them out to start stroking.
An appreciative moan erupted from Mukuro’s throat, easily the most vocal in bed out of the two of them. “Let me see you suck me off Chrome. M.M is a bit stingy and won’t do it. I want to see you swallow me in that greedy little mouth…mmhm…” he hummed as she followed orders.
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“A few minutes my ass!” M.M snarled her eyes all but drilling holes into the closed door. Everyone else present ignored her complaints, having grown tired of listening to her after ten minutes into M.M’s exile from Mukuro’s bedroom.
She paced, fumed and huffed at the door until at last M.M had enough of being booted out. Hand on the door knob, while the men behind her shared glances and wondered if they should prepare earplugs before things got ugly.
Stepping into the room, M.M slammed the door behind her.
“Alright, your ‘few minutes’ are over and done with…” M.M’s brass voice abruptly petered off into stunned silence as she watched Chrome leaning to suck off Mukuro-sama. She hadn’t covered the whole appendage, but even M.M, who found oral sex disgusting and demeaning; was impressed by how much Chrome had taken and sucked on with little difficulty.
Then, before her eyes, Mukuro-sama coaxed Chrome’s mouth open. With two quick jerks from his own hand, he came on the other woman’s chest and neck.
Torn between disgust and intrigue, M.M blinked as Chrome licked her fingers to gather the fluid and lick it off. Then, the two of them locked gazes. M.M’s checks puffed out, expecting some sort of superior look from the violet-haired slut. If so, then she’d be quick to bite back that at least she had more self-respect than to lick come off her own body.
However, Chrome blinked then didn’t pay her anymore mind, which infuriated M.M more than any haughty glance…
“Is there something you want?” Mukuro-sama asked, hand still curled around his softening member.
“N-No. Nothing” she said, voice tight and high pitched as M.M tried to keep her anger in check.
“Well unless you plan on joining us…” Mukuro winced as M.M left in self-righteous fury and slammed the door.
“That poor door gets so much abuse.” Mukuro mused aloud before turning back to his bed partner. Chrome managed to clean up most of the come off her chest, however missed a place along her right cheek.
“You missed a spot” he said, pointing to his own right cheek. She responded by moving to the left and attempting to rub an invisible spot off. He chuckled then leaned in to lick the spot for her.
Chrome responded to the lick by turning into his mouth, greedily sucking tongue in as she had Mukuro’s cock only to be quick to release it.
“Insatiable” he murmured before kissing her again, spreading Chrome’s legs open and inserting two fingers knuckle deep. He devoured the resulting moan, stroking her slit before delving inside again. A pinch of her clit and Chrome’s body arched up from the mattress, breasts pressed against his chest.
“Since you were so kind…” Mukuro’s words trailed off, his actions speaking loud and clear of intentions when he hooked arms under Chrome’s legs and lifted them high on his shoulders.
“Ah…Mukuro-sama you don’t have to…ah!” she gasped, fitfully grabbing the bed sheets as the male illusionist licked wet folds. A jumble of incoherent words left her mouth with each stroke of his tongue as Chrome forced down the urge to grind pelvis into Mukuro’s face. Left eye closed for a moment, struggling to get a decent pull of oxygen, Chrome opened the optical orb again to see him staring back from between her legs.
Heterochromatic eyes locked with her gaze right as Mukuro sucked on her clit. Unable to take it anymore she cried out while coming. Lost in a surge of emotion and sensation to the point Chrome couldn’t even see straight. As Chrome came down from her high, she was aware of Mukuro’s tongue licking her ‘clean’ before he crawled back up. The ‘bump’ of his returning erection rubbing against her entrance made her shiver pleasantly. Arms slung around to embrace him tightly, Chrome answered with a roll of her hips.
With a kiss he pried Chrome open then aligned his cock before pushing in. She jerked, still rocking from the first orgasm and nearly pushed over to a second as Mukuro started shallow thrusts.
Slow, slow, slow. So much torture as Mukuro held back, he was however rewarded for his patience in the form of inarticulate gibberish and stifled moans from the female Mist. Chrome was usually so quiet and reserved in bed, he’d often have to go to extremes to hear more than soft little sighs and gasps.
“M-Mukuro-sama…” she whimpered, following by an impatient undulation of her hips, a signal Chrome wanted him to go faster. Ironically, the one with the cock was being the tease, keeping his pace shallow and measured. ‘She’ll have to beg for it.’ Mukuro decided with a smirk as he exerted great will power to stop altogether to kiss her neck and shoulders.
She cringed and thrashed a little, “P-please…” “Please what dear Chrome?” he asked against the hollow of the woman’s throat. A soft whine, but lips closed refusing to say it. Petting her hair Mukuro whispered just above her forehead, “If you won’t say it then I’ll start to pull out. On the count of three…one…two…”
“Mukuro-sama!” she cried out. “…yes?” he asked, backing a little to see her distressed expression. Face flushed, eye glassy with lust and lips red from constant kisses, he watched her swallow before attempting to put hands to cover her face.
“No, no. You’re not a shy virgin anymore. Be a woman and tell me what you want.” Mukuro crooned while pulling her hands down, folding them over the silver necklace. “Tell me, amore.”
She arched up, eye closed for a moment as Mukuro’s cock shifted inside and he was unable to hold back thrusting in, only to contain a second. “I want you to…” she started to mumbled, unable to get close enough to whisper it like a secret.
To remind them both he was still there, Mukuro thrust in again, making her utter a needy mewling noise.
“Again…louder and try to complete a sentence this time, my dear.” Mukuro taunted.
“Please…please fuck me, Mukuro-sama.”
He gladly obliged by sinking in fully again, before rocking back. “How badly do you want it?”
Chrome shuddered as he pushed back in. Not fast enough, not enough friction so her body thrummed and nearly ached to be filled, “So bad…I can’t…think of anything else…oh god.” She was bodily jerked by a hard push, the Mist ring jumping on her breasts as slow and intent to torment morphed into a faster pace.
“And what do you want?” he asked in a husky tone. “F-for you to…ah…ah…” she cried gripping so tightly onto Mukuro’s shoulders her manicured fingernails bit into skin.
“Yes, amore?” he purred, looking so composed much to Chrome’s envy since she was about to lose her ever loving mind, let alone deliver a coherent response.
“Fuck me…” she whispered, voice rising to a higher pitch and volume as Mukuro thrust harder and harder into her. Answering back matching undulation of her hips, Chrome held on tight, fingers wandering from back to tug on a length of hair then raking over his skin again until palms rested just above his firm buttocks, feeling each push keenly as muscles coiled and clenched.
“Fuck…” Mukuro replied, “Still so tight. I can’t…put up with much more of this” a chuckle escaped, his signature laugh tickling her ears while Chrome was drawn up to sit. She shivered violently at the change of position because Mukuro had angled himself to hit just the right spot.
Legs clamped around his sides, Chrome nibbled his right earring cuff in between moans of pleasure and rocking her hips in response to Mukuro’s motions. As for the male illusionist, he gritted his teeth pushing through how tight her pussy squeezed with each push.
Hungry and a little sloppy, Chrome turned his head into hers in a hard kiss right as she climaxed. Once she released his mouth, Mukuro licked her throat to feel each little vibration of her throaty moans, uttering a groan of his own as her muscles clinched in an attempt to seal him in and milk the male organ. Chrome braced her back against the headboard as Mukuro violently thrust into once…twice…finally erupting inside of her at the third.
For awhile, neither of them spoke. Puffs of air escaped open mouths and intermingled. Then Chrome tenderly plucked at long blue hair, moving it away from sticking to his sweaty forehead before kissing the same spot.
“I’m not going back for you.” Mukuro said. She looked disappointed. “There’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”
“No.” he said with a flick delivered to the ring dangling around her neck. “However…” a lazy smirk curled on his lips, “if you are willing Chrome, we can try this ‘unique’ persuasion technique again before you have to leave.”
Six hours and two ‘persuasions’ later, Chrome woke up to an empty and drafty room. The four-poster bed had been replaced by a rickety metal frame and a single size bare mattress she was lying on top of. For a fearful moment, she wondered if the whole encounter had been some elaborate illusion. The boy with the frog hat, Mukuro-sama mentioned him many times before with a mixture of pride and loathing; was supposedly very gifted.
Chrome swallowed and blinked back the start of tears. The young woman was so scared all of that had been worthless and she had been tricked by another illusionist, a rival of sorts. Then she felt the lack of weight around her neck. Fingers hesitantly reached up to the chain around her neck and didn’t feel the Mist ring there. Chrome looked around the bed, though wondering how it could have fallen off since the chain was still…
At last she realized what it meant. And smiled.
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No one was more surprised to see Mukuro suddenly appear again, wearing the ring on top of it; than Tsunayoshi Sawada. He arrived a full twenty-four hours before Chrome, who couldn’t stop smiling and looking so pleased to have the traitor-to-be back in their midst.
For a moment Tsuna wondered if maybe he came back because of…then shook his head. No. Imagining Mukuro as having the capacity of loving someone enough to put his plans on an indefinite hold was ludicrous.
So, Tsuna resolved to watch the male illusionist closely and watch his back for strategic attacks on his person. As Tsuna prepared himself to be forever vigilant again, he had no idea that this was exactly why Mukuro came back to Vongola.
After all, he couldn’t strike fear into the hearts of the mafia if he was cooped up in a cabin out in the middle of nowhere. He had to be up close and personal in order to make them feel uneasy. And he just loved making people feel uncomfortable.
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