fanfiction: artificial love // reborn!
title - artificial love
author - poiisoned
rating - nc-17
wordcount - 1022
pairing - 6927 // mukuro x tsuna
warnings - adult contents and angst.
notes - this story is in first person, the narrator being tsunayoshi sawada. jesus, please tell me if i overkilled the angst in this one, i don't think the level of angst works for tsuna, but if it's fine tell me? <3
i'd love to know.
artificial love
I pushed myself closer, knowing how much of a lie this all was. We really never could do this; I knew the reasons for this love. Mukuro and I could never really ever truly exist for what I wanted us to exist as. All I was to him was a tool, something he could manipulate to get his way. And he was what to me? He was someone who was a threat to me and the rest of the world, he was an enemy, he was the person who I undoubtedly loved. But, no less, Mukuro Rokudo was someone who I loved and was someone who wanted to use my body to create chaos in the world. And that was something I couldn’t allow to occur as Vongola Primo, but the raw emotions I felt couldn’t be stopped. After every time we get closer I feel something of a sting of regret and betrayal deep inside of myself, something that isn’t usually felt. It’s different and makes me keep going back for more. That peculiar feeling to me is such a thrill. It’s that thrill moved along by lust and want is what makes this relationship such a lie. The way his thin lips fall against my own, our mouths open to emitting moans out of this artificial pleasure, our hips rolling down on each other’s, the friction was all so fake. And I knew it.
But I did comply, with a fake tinge of happiness on my face, as Mukuro’s thin fingers gripped at my shoulders, his breath settling down on my nape. The red hue in his right eye didn’t freeze me in fear, but made the blood rush through my veins much faster than usual. The distance between us was closing, but every moment closer seemed to make everything seem so much farther away. The closer he got to me, the farther I was from him and it was never going to change. Letting our lips meet to finally close the empty gap between us, my mind swirled as I inhaled a rather distinct smell, which I now had learned to recognize as him. It was short moments like this that were precious. Moving his lips down to my neck, I could feel a trickle of blood running down my back, my blood. My body already numb and almost lifeless couldn’t feel the small dose of pain. But what I did feel was an unending warmth as Mukuro’s arms wrapped around my slender frame, locking me to him. I gripped at his hands, lacing my fingers with his and felt his face brush up against my back, heart pulsating rhythmically in my bare chest.
I really was his little toy.
The time we had sat like that, embracing, seemed to be surreally stretched. Maybe I had just been longing for something, a touch, that wasn’t completely a lie, something that was, for the most part anyways, the tangible, truthful. I didn’t need to look at Mukuro to feel the regret that he was drowning in. I knew he had his own goals that may be more important to him, but the human emotions couldn’t be overridden. They, in fact, were all still there maybe deep down, hidden in the pools of anguish and distain. My train of thoughts was abruptly halted as a pair of skillful, yet somewhat extremely delicate, hands slid themselves out of my grip and ran over my stomach. My mouth slowly twisted in a grimace, eyes widening and teeth clenched tightly. The tips of his nails trailed along my waist and then slipped around my length. Both palms of my hands were faced down on the ground, fingers constricting the little air there was. I felt as if I was to suffocate, head light and erratic heartbeats reverberating on the white, shadowed walls. I could still get away; I could stop this now and kill him right here, right now. My hands trembled at the thought. But I wanted this. I wanted to feel his touch, the thrill of this, the feeling of love. Even if it was, in actuality, the illusions of such things, it could be real, just for this moment. Just this moment, just this one very moment. Well, I thought they were just mere illusions. Mukuro’s fingers gripped tighter against me, rigid already. I groaned, face burnt and caramel hair dangling dangerously near my eyes.
“Mukuro…” I gasped, lust floating around in the room, the plead for air obvious in my voice. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, panting and eyes hazy. That little, haunting grin plastered to his face, eyes flashing and hands jerking ever so slowly. It drove me absolutely mad. I could hear obscene sounds ringing in my ears, and I couldn’t help but to enjoy this lie.
“Harder?” His smug look and husky voice made me stare directly into that cruel, fraudulent gaze. I could see the truth so clearly in his eyes now.
“S-stop.” Voice trembling, I felt something coil up in my stomach and my hips thrust forward. I lost apart of me to him. Though it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, oh no, this had been one of the many. This time though, unlike the many others, I finally truly understand what was really happening between both of us. I finally understood.
My head swam, half-lidded eyes gazing off into the distance, finally being able to see absolutely nothing. I felt Mukuro’s hand retract from me, letting the crisp air dance on the skin like a dim flickering flame.
“You can’t be done already, can you… Tsunayoshi?” He shook his head, seemingly disapproving, and licked the musky-smelling fluid from his fingers, one-by-one. I watched Mukuro in the few seconds he left my body. Sitting there, lips pressed tightly together, sweat trickling down my skin and hands clenched, I waited. I waited for this to be finished, because I knew that he was never going to stop until he finally got what he wanted. And what is that he wanted you may ask?
It was me all along.
author's note : first of all - i do want to dedicate this piece to 0kiwi0 since on of her sketches caught my attention and I wrote this around it. <3
I don't think I did it any justice, but here it stands.
i was all, omg 6927 for a while and i finally got a first little fic for them. i really don't hope i overkilled this one with angsty-ness tsuna may not have, but I think this is my overall outlook on their entire relationship. <3
author - poiisoned
rating - nc-17
wordcount - 1022
pairing - 6927 // mukuro x tsuna
warnings - adult contents and angst.
notes - this story is in first person, the narrator being tsunayoshi sawada. jesus, please tell me if i overkilled the angst in this one, i don't think the level of angst works for tsuna, but if it's fine tell me? <3
i'd love to know.
artificial love
I pushed myself closer, knowing how much of a lie this all was. We really never could do this; I knew the reasons for this love. Mukuro and I could never really ever truly exist for what I wanted us to exist as. All I was to him was a tool, something he could manipulate to get his way. And he was what to me? He was someone who was a threat to me and the rest of the world, he was an enemy, he was the person who I undoubtedly loved. But, no less, Mukuro Rokudo was someone who I loved and was someone who wanted to use my body to create chaos in the world. And that was something I couldn’t allow to occur as Vongola Primo, but the raw emotions I felt couldn’t be stopped. After every time we get closer I feel something of a sting of regret and betrayal deep inside of myself, something that isn’t usually felt. It’s different and makes me keep going back for more. That peculiar feeling to me is such a thrill. It’s that thrill moved along by lust and want is what makes this relationship such a lie. The way his thin lips fall against my own, our mouths open to emitting moans out of this artificial pleasure, our hips rolling down on each other’s, the friction was all so fake. And I knew it.
But I did comply, with a fake tinge of happiness on my face, as Mukuro’s thin fingers gripped at my shoulders, his breath settling down on my nape. The red hue in his right eye didn’t freeze me in fear, but made the blood rush through my veins much faster than usual. The distance between us was closing, but every moment closer seemed to make everything seem so much farther away. The closer he got to me, the farther I was from him and it was never going to change. Letting our lips meet to finally close the empty gap between us, my mind swirled as I inhaled a rather distinct smell, which I now had learned to recognize as him. It was short moments like this that were precious. Moving his lips down to my neck, I could feel a trickle of blood running down my back, my blood. My body already numb and almost lifeless couldn’t feel the small dose of pain. But what I did feel was an unending warmth as Mukuro’s arms wrapped around my slender frame, locking me to him. I gripped at his hands, lacing my fingers with his and felt his face brush up against my back, heart pulsating rhythmically in my bare chest.
I really was his little toy.
The time we had sat like that, embracing, seemed to be surreally stretched. Maybe I had just been longing for something, a touch, that wasn’t completely a lie, something that was, for the most part anyways, the tangible, truthful. I didn’t need to look at Mukuro to feel the regret that he was drowning in. I knew he had his own goals that may be more important to him, but the human emotions couldn’t be overridden. They, in fact, were all still there maybe deep down, hidden in the pools of anguish and distain. My train of thoughts was abruptly halted as a pair of skillful, yet somewhat extremely delicate, hands slid themselves out of my grip and ran over my stomach. My mouth slowly twisted in a grimace, eyes widening and teeth clenched tightly. The tips of his nails trailed along my waist and then slipped around my length. Both palms of my hands were faced down on the ground, fingers constricting the little air there was. I felt as if I was to suffocate, head light and erratic heartbeats reverberating on the white, shadowed walls. I could still get away; I could stop this now and kill him right here, right now. My hands trembled at the thought. But I wanted this. I wanted to feel his touch, the thrill of this, the feeling of love. Even if it was, in actuality, the illusions of such things, it could be real, just for this moment. Just this moment, just this one very moment. Well, I thought they were just mere illusions. Mukuro’s fingers gripped tighter against me, rigid already. I groaned, face burnt and caramel hair dangling dangerously near my eyes.
“Mukuro…” I gasped, lust floating around in the room, the plead for air obvious in my voice. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, panting and eyes hazy. That little, haunting grin plastered to his face, eyes flashing and hands jerking ever so slowly. It drove me absolutely mad. I could hear obscene sounds ringing in my ears, and I couldn’t help but to enjoy this lie.
“Harder?” His smug look and husky voice made me stare directly into that cruel, fraudulent gaze. I could see the truth so clearly in his eyes now.
“S-stop.” Voice trembling, I felt something coil up in my stomach and my hips thrust forward. I lost apart of me to him. Though it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, oh no, this had been one of the many. This time though, unlike the many others, I finally truly understand what was really happening between both of us. I finally understood.
My head swam, half-lidded eyes gazing off into the distance, finally being able to see absolutely nothing. I felt Mukuro’s hand retract from me, letting the crisp air dance on the skin like a dim flickering flame.
“You can’t be done already, can you… Tsunayoshi?” He shook his head, seemingly disapproving, and licked the musky-smelling fluid from his fingers, one-by-one. I watched Mukuro in the few seconds he left my body. Sitting there, lips pressed tightly together, sweat trickling down my skin and hands clenched, I waited. I waited for this to be finished, because I knew that he was never going to stop until he finally got what he wanted. And what is that he wanted you may ask?
It was me all along.
author's note : first of all - i do want to dedicate this piece to 0kiwi0 since on of her sketches caught my attention and I wrote this around it. <3
I don't think I did it any justice, but here it stands.
i was all, omg 6927 for a while and i finally got a first little fic for them. i really don't hope i overkilled this one with angsty-ness tsuna may not have, but I think this is my overall outlook on their entire relationship. <3