[log] knife called lust
Who: Uchiha Itachi (behindhiseyes) and Rokudo Mukuro (shiftingtruths)
Status: Closed
Style: Action, Present
Where: Hisato; "Mukuro's house".
When: Week 5, Day 7. Following this conversation.
Rating: NC-17. You have been warned!
Warnings: Sex. Likely also violence.
[ Deidara had said: it could be so much more than just an occasional release.
And Deidara had meant, in the realm of likelihood, a grandiose expression of artistry, a something-nothing madman poet's scribble of fire and je ne sais quoi, and then -- and then, Mukuro, the je ne sais quoi himself, had spoken through the channel of the night, the half-moon curve of a smile recalling the memories of the dream Itachi had seen before.
Would Deidara have called it art? The sulphurous wreck of the underground experiments? It is pure narcissism, and Itachi thinks to himself that he is too far removed from these petty tribulations. He has no interest in other people.
Here is your violation: The black box which sees inside of you.
The black box which reflects in shards.
The shot of involuntary arousal. Hatake Kakashi. A challenge. An approximation of reality in which stoicism is death. I appear alive, though I may be deceased.
Challenge.
You wish to challenge me.
Kakashi is correct: It is always a challenge. Another one looking at you as though they wish to bite into you. Those feelings, stirred again. Mixed now. It could be so much more than just an occasional release. Impassioned dispassion.
And Itachi finds, today, that his desires elude articulation.
It is always a challenge.
Find out.
How much would you like to find out?
He does not knock. ]
Status: Closed
Style: Action, Present
Where: Hisato; "Mukuro's house".
When: Week 5, Day 7. Following this conversation.
Rating: NC-17. You have been warned!
Warnings: Sex. Likely also violence.
[ Deidara had said: it could be so much more than just an occasional release.
And Deidara had meant, in the realm of likelihood, a grandiose expression of artistry, a something-nothing madman poet's scribble of fire and je ne sais quoi, and then -- and then, Mukuro, the je ne sais quoi himself, had spoken through the channel of the night, the half-moon curve of a smile recalling the memories of the dream Itachi had seen before.
Would Deidara have called it art? The sulphurous wreck of the underground experiments? It is pure narcissism, and Itachi thinks to himself that he is too far removed from these petty tribulations. He has no interest in other people.
Here is your violation: The black box which sees inside of you.
The black box which reflects in shards.
The shot of involuntary arousal. Hatake Kakashi. A challenge. An approximation of reality in which stoicism is death. I appear alive, though I may be deceased.
Challenge.
You wish to challenge me.
Kakashi is correct: It is always a challenge. Another one looking at you as though they wish to bite into you. Those feelings, stirred again. Mixed now. It could be so much more than just an occasional release. Impassioned dispassion.
And Itachi finds, today, that his desires elude articulation.
It is always a challenge.
Find out.
How much would you like to find out?
He does not knock. ]