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Mar 09, 2011 15:25

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byakuran/mukuro. hitman reborn. all the dicks that are being sucked in this fic.

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Byakuran is supposed to be working.

He is not, of course. Often this is the case, Mukuro has noticed. Often Byakuran simply does not do anything - simply saunters into this room he has Mukuro chained in and talks and talks, usually for hours. Sometimes he comes in angry and unhinged around the edges and Mukuro is hard pressed to deny that perhaps he enjoys seeing Byakuran lose some semblance of what little control and self discipline he has. Enjoys seeing that irritating poker face of his crumble as he takes Mukuro by the hair and-

Well. Regardless of that, sometimes he comes in happy and as such is content enough to blabber on for hours about ‘Shou-chan’ or even some other poor fool called Kikyou. Mukuro barely listens.

Today however, today is different. Today Byakuran walks in all smiles and bubbles and Mukuro cannot believe that this man beat him. He has no cares in the world, it seems and it infuriates Mukuro because Mukuro knows it is an act. Disgustingly sweet and deceptive. So when Byakuran walks towards him and gets to his knees, Mukuro is partly confused. It is often the other way around.

“So today, Mukuro-kun~,” Byakuran says, his fingers slowly undoing the buttons of Mukuro’s trousers. “Today Shou-chan is going to betray me~. Which means we’re getting closer to the end game, Mukuro-kun~.”

It does explain what the fuck you are doing, Mukuro thinks. But he says; “Oh, is that so? What a shame. Did you cry about it, then?”

Byakuran grins and glances up at him, white hair covering his eyes just slightly. “Oh, all night of course~. Now lift your hips up~. “

Mukuro raises a sceptical eyebrow as he complies - knows this is sarcasm, but imagines that it is entirely possible that it is true too. He would not put it past Byakuran to cry just to fuck with Irie Shouichi. It is entirely possibly that Byakuran is fucking with him too, right now. It is headache inducing, you see, simply being in this man’s presence.

Headache inducing and - ah. Byakuran is talented with his hands, though Mukuro is loathsome to admit it. He knows just the right way to tease him into arousal; a gentle, slow stroke upwards, his thumb pressed against the tip and- ah, so Byakuran is in a generous mood today. How smug of him of Mukuro thinks - and then he barely thinks at all. Because while Byakuran is good with his hands, he is excellent with his mouth and when his tongue followers the path his fingers had previous, Mukuro resigns himself to defeat. For now.
There is after all, a sense of smugness for him too, watching Byakuran on his knees and sucking his cock like an eager little whore. But then, that does make Mukuro terribly hypocritical because how many times has Byakuran had him in a similar position?

It does not bear thinking about. Now when Byakuran’s tongue is sliding against the tip of his cock and this his mouth is sucking so wonderfully and Mukuro shifts as far as his bonds will let him and spreads his legs as far as he can. Feels his toes curls and Byakuran goes down and down until Mukuro has to bite his lip from making any noise. Won’t give Byakuran the satisfaction of that.

He goes down and up, and then he mouths Mukuro’s sac, his hands on his thighs and fuckfuck, he hates Byakuran for this horrible neediness. Conditioning is a lot like Stockholm syndrome and Mukuro had always thought himself above that until this; until being trapped in this body that is not his and before Byakuran had decided the best to make use of him.

His hips buck entirely of their own accord. He moans not because he wants to. He could sit in denial for hours about this, but the fact is that he is close and does not want to make a sound, but he is. He feels Byakuran grin around him and Mukuro thinks about getting out of here. He thinks about being in his body and pressing Byakuran to the wall and destroying that god awful (amazingfuck-) mouth of his. Thinks about crushing every bone in his body and destroying him so completely and it wouldn’t be so beautiful to see all that white stained redredred-

-and the is when he comes, hips jerking up and his eyes clenched shut. Keeps them as such until Byakuran’s mouth is gone and when he hopes his eyes, Byakuran is smirking at him, wiping his mouth and leaning in to rest on his head Mukuro’s knees.

“Maybe one day, I’ll do it to your real body too~.”

Mukuro sneers and smile all at once. “That will be the day I destroy you.”

Byakuran grins and kisses his thigh and then uses it as leverage to get to his feet. “Maybe~. I’ll see you later, Mukuro-kun, I have to go get ready to say bye to Shou-chan~.”

As he leaves, Mukuro thinks how typical it is for Byakuran to leave him like this; hanging out of his trousers and looking utterly debauched. He thinks; bastard and then he sighs.

+fanfic

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