KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! KINK MEME REBORN!
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 ( Read more... )
It was a rhetorical question, because Mukuro - Leonardo - knew damn well that Byakuran had already found him out, and was only drawing out this facade for his own twisted pleasures. Pleasures, he had found out, that were far more twisted than he had previously imagined. So still he acted as if he were the obedient little comms. officer that he was disguised as, face blushing in shame and a tremor in his voice as the 'supreme commander' of the Millefiore approached him once more, apparently not done with him yet.
His Millefiore coat is lying somewhere else in the room, probably hanging off the side of the sofa, which is where he thinks they were when he was hastily rid of it- but all of this seems like a blur, pain is clouding his thoughts and it's taking just every inch of concentration he has left to maintain the illusion he's taken so much effort to craft. Half-naked with the zip to his white uniform trousers undone, there's a thin sheen of sweat over his torso, probably due to the many bright red and bleeding scratches littering his otherwise pale, flawless skin.
How very degrading. To think, he had to let this happen- be humiliated like this, just to buy time to get the information he had come for.
"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about, Byakuran-sama--"
The angelic-faced commander is suddenly at him again, pressing him roughly against his large desk, the place they seem to have finally ended up. Long, spider-like fingers slip down the front of white pants and grab at him, to which Mukuro makes sure he makes a choked whine emit from the throat of his disguise, and the blush on his cheeks darken.
"Didn't I say before? Calling me 'sama' is stifling. Just Byakuran is fine."
This seems to please Byakuran, as his continual grin widens just that tiny fraction more at the reaction, his other hand straying towards the edge of the desk he was pinning the comms. officer against. The mist guardian almost daren't look, as he knew what was being reached for- the exact same thing that had given him the masterpiece of scratches he now bore on his upper body.
A bouquet of fucking roses.
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Another squeeze on his nether-regions, and another desperate noise from the puppet.
"I'm s-sorry... Byakuran."
A bright laugh emits from the commander, his head tilting slightly towards the infiltrator. Mukuro's eyes dart to the side to see that ringed hand close over the bouquet once more, but they don't linger there for long. Instead, he contorts his doll's face in apprehension and horror, staring straight back at the face that he had quite firmly decided he'd come back to destroy no matter what.
"See? Isn't it so much better? Now... about this little 'secret' that you're keeping..."
The roses disappear from the table, and then several sharp jolts of pain blossom on 'Leo-kun''s back, Mukuro able to feel every single point that punctures the skin. The body he's inhabiting shudders slightly as Byakuran drags them slowly downwards, the skin giving way to the sharp spikes and exuding crimson instead, the bright red beads trickling down his spine.
However, just to inflict pain isn't enough, is it?
Not for someone as sadistic as this bastard- no, no, it wasn't.
The hand gripped around that sensitive organ begins to move faster and faster, the faux pain and pleasure blurring together every bit as much as Byakuran intends it to- and, oh, well, Mukuro supposes that he should probably try and put an end to this before both this body and himself are placed in any real danger. After all, he was here for a reason, not just to satisfy the whims of man that seemed to rule over anyone and everyone he met with a (cheerful) iron fist.
'Leo''s breathing hitched and increased, chest heaving as he did so. Mukuro was an excellent puppeteer, you see- pulling all the right strings at the right time. After another couple of moments or so, a sudden cry filled the room as if someone had been trying to repress it, and the doll's body shuddered violently, finally releasing into the hand of his 'superior'.
"B-Byakuran!"
Calling out that name is just the icing on the cake, really, and Mukuro knew that it'd please the commander, suspicions confirmed as a light chuckle escapes the white-haired man. The Byakuran that had just had his name called out in such earnest now retrieves his hand, not seeming to care about the mess that now covered it. He could attend to that later.
"... about this little 'secret' that you're keeping- we'll talk later. Okay?"
Leo whimpered and nodded, cheeks still flushed and expression bewildered.
Inside, Mukuro merely laughed to himself.
He hoped Byakuran knew just who was playing with who, here.
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