and live in harmony harmony /headbutts stars

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[ It's just one pain in the ass after another.

Wherever it is that Kakashi's been placed now, he lands there hard, catching his elbow against the edge of a wooden table as he falls, snapping his head back in time to narrowly keep his chin from smashing against the hard floor. The impact hurts, knocks the breath from his lungs and momentarily

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[ Everything can be qualified as very easy when you're Mukuro, when you're capable of the things that he's capable of, and Kakashi thinks that, his brain stops for a second at those words like he's actually considering it, but it's still hard to really think, why isn't he thinking, he just really wants to --

( Do a lot of things. It always comes back to this, circles right back around, and Kakashi is selfish, or maybe he's not selfish enough, maybe he needs to be a little more selfish because that'll keep him alive. He wants to what, finish what you fucking start, Kakashi, come on. )

His fingers dig into the fabric of Mukuro's pants at his waist, and then they drag down, over his hips, and he says nothing, he doesn't try to pull away, his muscles tense briefly, for about half a second, before they're all relaxing within the same breath. And he can't kill him, he can't even come close, but he wants to, wants to maybe sink his fingers in ( past bone and flesh ) and pull and pry, or maybe he just wants to ( what do you want to do ) fuck him ( until his back scrapes over the concrete ) and prove that he's human after all.

But that's never enough, it'll never be enough.

So fuck it.

He possibly says something right then, like shut up or stop talking or something like that, or it could just all be in his head, and he's not saying anything at all because his throat has tightened to a point where words are completely impossible. It's then that he pulls back, and one hand moves away from Mukuro's waist, bare fingers latching tight onto his jaw as he forces his head back, tips it back against the wall behind him, his thumb pushing into the hollow space between his jaw. ]

I don't care.

[ He does care.

He doesn't even sound like himself, it hurts to speak, and the three words rip from his throat like they're being forced from his lungs, and everything just sort of burns. The hand at his hip dips down, strokes over bare, revealed skin, before his fingers are slipping and curling around his cock, squeezing hard. ]

[tridented]

[ Maybe he wants this, maybe he wants that, but whatever, right? The wall meets him, and right now, with his neck exposed and pants halfway off and this whole motherfucking mess around them, you'd think Mukuro's at his most vulnerable, but he's not acting it at all. There's a lazy sort of assuredness in his posture, one that proclaims that everything up until now has been a careful orchestra of time and patience.

(If there's anything Mukuro's always been especially good at, it's being selfish. Take, take, take and no givebacks no returns, because he wants it all for himself and no one else.)

There must not be enough oxygen in the room anymore or maybe Mukuro's just not breathing like he should, but the flames die, asphyxiated by his own will and nothing more, and it really is very easy to do anything, anything at all, like reading the tense, strained silhouette (the room dim once more) Kakashi makes, and interpret it for what it is. The little hidden signs that his words are digging in and seeping through the cracks and below into skin.

Frustration. Anger. Discomposure.

(indulgencereversaltriump)

Opposites only attract, and when met, seldom work, and maybe that's the case right here. Has Mukuro pushed it farther (far enough, yes, he has, hasn't he?) this time, and only now things have begun to tip? Part of him says, yes, this is it, now what did you expect? A lightheadedness threatens to overwhelm him, almost euphoric (maybe it's a childish glee), and he drags his fingers over the bumps and ridges of Kakashi's spine, as if the action serves as a distraction while he considers Kakashi's words--

-the words are recoiling on Mukuro's tongue left unsaid and neglected, he doesn't have time to say them before there are fingers working their way around him and he's digging his nails against tender flesh and bone almost warningly.

Is this a custom where you come from, or are you that frustrated-- ]