THE KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! KINK MEME REBORN!
Hey fandom, it's been five months since we last had a decent kink meme going and anonymous cries for a new one have not gone un-heard.
THE SET-UP IS SIMPLE: Anonymously post a pairing (a threesome, a foursome, an orgy, etc) or a character and a kink in the comments of this post. It can be a personal
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.....this question wouldn't leave Mukuro for the following years. It haunted him, the image of that boy, growing up, living his life, fighting, having fun, while he, reduced to a poor ragged doll, could only watch from the depths of the earth. Nothing annoyed him more than this lack of power, seeing his own body slowly becoming a mere shell of what it used to be, an empty container for a soul that could only wander at night. Having Chrome was not enough. He wanted more, he wanted a real, strong body, one that could grant him all the strength he had wished for, that ability to rule over everybody and bring everybody destruction. To purify this world. Yes, yes, but in order to do that, he had to posses the only person he craved for. Sawada Tsunayoshi. That weak boy who had proven to be the best leader Vongola had ever had.
A drop of water lingered slowly on Mukuro's face. He could hear his own heavy breath, the breath of a prisoner, the breath of a dying man. Was he really dying? Was this underground prison his final tomb? He was fine with dying, anyway. He knew that he'd be reborn into another realm, perhaps ten times stronger. But he had one more wish. That boy. That boy he had watched all these years, the man he had become. He wanted him now more than ever. He wanted to hold him close, feel him, touch his skin and make him his. He closed his eyes. Why was Vongola's Tenth the only one he could see? Why that kind smile, why that outstretched hand ready to catch him if he were to fall? This feeling...this faint feeling in his heart..hunting, torturing him. He wanted Sawada. That was all he could think about right now.
But how could this be? Only meeting in strange dreams, flashes of the face of his beloved, curious, inquiring..(scared?). The quick, awkward touch of a delicate hand, the sweet smell of a ruler..Mukuro was longing for all these; his happiness, the only moments he enjoyed. This watery grave, these tubes that caught him like the vines of his most hated mistress, Fate...He couldn't wait to fall asleep. To hell with this stale water; to hell with this harsh breath. He only wanted Tsuna. His Tsuna.
Was this love?
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