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The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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The meme is now closed to requests. Please visit Kink Meme Four to post any prompts you think of. This meme is still open for commenting and filling requests.
You can find the list of unfilled prompts from the second kink meme here: Part 1/ Part 2. A list of filled requests from that meme is here if you want ( Read more... )
It wasn’t the fact that he had taken so much effort, time and goddamn sweat and blood to finally have Rokudo Mukuro’s body at his mercy that made him outright pissed off. It was the fact that this was what Rokudo Mukuro’s body at his mercy was that brought his teeth on edge. Daemon Spade stared down with blank eyes that clearly echoed ‘unimpressed’ through his devil lens at the stiffened body before him.
“And I went through all that trouble,” Spade’s voice was uncharacteristically flat and he gave a well-aimed kick at the immobile body, “and this is what I get? A pathetic-,” it was spat out with a sudden spasm of venom, “-attempt to put me off. This is the most disappointing thing I’ve ever seen.”
Spade wasn’t known for his kind nature. He often admitted with misplaced humour that he had a rather sadistic, bi-polar personality, and you most certainly didn’t have to bother asking Primo to know that he wasn’t the most forgiving person either. If you fell short of his standards, well, the betrayal of the Vongola family was a clear example of what would happen. And that was just because he couldn’t beat the leader therefore he’d left everyone alive. So in his eyes, even to the very last minute, cowardice or weakness was not to be shown. Spade fell swiftly to kneel down beside the body and grabbed the face with a single hand, the hardened cheeks squishing deformedly in his vice-like grip. His dark blue eyes threatened severe violence, but his mouth twitched upwards into a strange smile.
“But of course, if you’re willing to keep up this dismal illusion of- what is this- rigor-mortis, then I’ll just have to force you to break underneath me. I’m sure I won’t enjoy it as much having to watch everything with one eye through my devil lens, but it’ll have to do.” His arm muscles bulged a little when he suddenly let go of the wretched face and with his free hand, shot out to his left and grabbed something. A space between them began to waver a little and the illusion disappeared, revealing a narrow-eyed Mukuro. Spade’s smile widened and his eyes curved into half-moons and added, “I knew you were a good boy.”
Slowly getting to his feet again, Spade kept his firm grip around the other’s neck, inwardly relishing the feeling of having utter control over this annoying little brat. Finally, after literally years of scheming, he’d finally got this fine body for him to take over. Despite the fact that it was rather, well, pitiable, how once Mukuro had his pride stripped from him, there was very little underneath that smirking exterior. Just fear, Spade thought to himself with a snide grin, in the end, that’s what all brings us together. Ha. It took him a few minutes of silence for him to thoroughly examine the boy with his gaze and he finally decided to break the silence, his hand letting go of the now bruised neck and ran a gloved hand along Mukuro’s pale cheek. It was greeted with a slap and Spade watched his hand fall back to his side with detached amusement. Hm, feisty, but still weak.
Spade flicked a finger sideways lazily, and then once in a small circle. If Mukuro had wanted to say something, which he hadn’t, now he wouldn’t be able to. And that rebellious, mean, Spade-slapping hand was now contrained too, which didn’t leave much for the younger illusionist to work on. At times like these, Spade loved being able to form real illusions, it saved him so much effort in bringing necessary stuff. Like leather and other types of, hm, restraining instruments. He noticed Mukuro had stopped struggling against the thick band that tied his wrists together and the gag that forced his tongue backwards and his mouth to contort into a disturbed picture. His face had drain of what colour he had left when he noticed Spade’s feral smirk and the latter laughed lightly, giving the boy a push so that he was turned around and pressed him against a cement wall.
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There was no ‘start’ being called out, but the bound boy knew that it had begun when a pair of cold fingers waved itself in front of his face and out of nowhere, a knife with an oddly large straight handle materialized. The fingers wrapped themselves around the weapon and in one swift moment, the glinting edge of the knife had sliced clean through his jacket and shirt, leaving him half-bare in the humid cold of the empty warehouse. He had known that no matter how much he tried, he’d never be able to beat Spade and the latter would make it hell for him- but he didn’t know it was going to be [i]this[/i] type of hell.
He was pulled backwards a little, bumping into Spade’s firm chest and his eyes narrowed as he watched the knife press itself against his torso. It was dragged upwards at a painfully slow pace and sometimes it pressed so hard that Mukuro wondered how he wasn’t bleeding to death from a clean cut through his organs. Spade felt the breathing quicken underneath this blade and he leaned forwards, whispering darkly “I’m testing your sense of touch. It’s important, if your body can’t tell the difference between reality and illusion.” Mukuro couldn’t reply and horror radiated off him as the tip of the knife drew small circles around his exposed nipples. It was humiliating, but survival instinct sang to him that if he moved, Spade would cut him into ribbons- he’d have failed the ‘test’. But when the blade suddenly slid backwards into Spade’s murky green sleeve and where the knife should be was the older man’s fingers instead, rubbing harshly at the nubs, Mukuro’s cheeks flushed an angry red and this time he shook in his bindings, his wrists fighting to be set free so he could punch the daylights out of the perverted man behind him.
Naturally, Spade would have none of that. His spare hand fisted a tuft of dark blue hair and he yanked Mukuro so that he was bent backwards, exposing his damaged neck to him and he chuckled, before latching down and biting down. Hard. He supposed that it was a little too intense for the boy when a gurgled cry of pain escaped before it was muffled again with half-hearted determination. Well, at least it was a start. At the end of this, he’d have the boy in pieces at his feet, making it oh-so-much easier for him to take over.
A sudden ringing shocked both of them although neither of them showed it. Spade’s expression darkened and he pulled out the pocket watch he’d been given by Primo from his jacket and hurled it roughly at the floor, listening with a bitter satisfaction as it cracked and stopped ringing.
“I’m afraid I’m a little short of time, as you can see,” Spade switched back into a happier persona, his right hand pinching Mukuro with undeterred force, “so I’m going to have to make this a little quicker.” And he was true to his word as he let go of the boy and shoved him forwards against the wall. The cry earlier was good enough for him- Spade knew that Mukuro was halfway there already. The knife reappeared again and Spade flipped over so that the handle was exposed. He shoved it harshly into Mukuro’s mouth, slipping past the gag easily and when the boy refused to move another blade materialized, although this time it was jabbed angrily against the boy’s spine in a clear warning.
“[i]Suck[/i].”
And Mukuro complied. His once fearless eyes were now squeezed shut, hoping to force his mouth to move without the rest of his body reacting. But it was, and Spade knew it. There was silence in the warehouse save for wet slurping sounds. It was more of the handle raping his mouth than Mukuro sucking it, and the boy felt saliva sliding down his chin and the rough tongue which lapped it up. It sent shivers down his spine- not from pleasure, but from disgust at what he was being reduced to by his… [i]ancestor[/i].
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The handle left soon enough, and without a second’s warning, it was slipped past his waistband and ruthlessly shoved up his ass. Mukuro’s howl of pain could be heard for miles. He tried his best to retaliate, trying to shove Spade away with as much momentum he could gather using his body as possible, but it didn’t work. It wouldn’t, as Spade held him against the wall with a deadly grip- the knife still pointed against his back as his right hand pulled the wet plank of wood out. For one naïve moment Mukuro thought that would be it, that he would finally be allowed to die, but he was only to be proven wrong when a thick length of muscle slammed into him from behind. It was much thicker than the handle and this time instead of simply a howl, it was a scream.
The man behind could only smirk and carry on thrusting at a mad pace without leaving a second for Mukuro to get used to it. It was fun, anyway, to hear how much he could tear this boy apart. Piece by piece.
“Enjoying it?” Spade asked darkly. He was met with a slippery sound that sounded a lot like ‘fuck you’ and he laughed out loud, shaking his head. “No, I’m the one fucking you. Scream my name, Mukuro-kun, or else I’ll cut you apart and replace your organs with my own illusions, just like Chrome-chan. You’ll have to be mine forever.”
There was no reply.
“Scream my name.” The knife at his back drew blood.
So Mukuro did. It ripped itself out of his throat, and although it was incoherent with his gag on and laced with hatred, disgust and most of all- shame¬, Spade knew that it was the best he could draw out. For now. He was satisfied and pulled out wordlessly, and then re-zipped his pants, leaving Mukuro a shaking mess against the cold wall, his trousers pulled down ungraciously so that it revealed his ass, now red and abused. It was a shame neither of them could finish, but Spade knew that temporarily, his time was up. He couldn’t completely ignore the damn pocket watch, after all.
Spade turned around and began to head to the exit, but not before waving a hand in the air. Mukuro’s gag vanished, leaving the boy surprised- although he was too traumatized to care. Something else appeared instead and it drew out a sharp curse that seemed louder than it was in the empty hall. He was filled with something again, and despite it hurting in the first place, it sent shocks of arousal pulsing through his abused body. Did it just… vibrate?!
The smirking man threw a last look over his shoulder and simply settled for laughing as he walked out. The warehouse was sealed with his illusions, and after reporting back to Primo, he’d come back for dear Mukuro. A smooth, smiling replaced his rather ravenous expression before disappeared into thin air.
Well, at least he was better than Chrome.
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Really, really nice =)
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