Log: Seaside Resort Getaway (Byakuran/Mukuro) Part 1/2
Who: Byakuran and Mukuro
What: The two escape overseas and away from Spade to Byakuran's private resort; Mukuro ends up poisoning himself accidentally.
When: 7th March thereabouts
Where: Byakuran's private seaside resort, not in Japan
Rating: PG
(ooc: If I mis-coloured something, please tell me.)
Part 1: Where Mukuro finds out the first rule of mile-high club is you do not talk ask about mile-high club.
Mukuro had decided that he really needed a break from university life. And Spade. Especially Spade. Taking into mind what the other had said almost a month ago, he thought that the further he was from where Spade was, the better. Which was why he had suggested a trip to somewhere, anywhere, as long as it was away from the university.
The location Byakuran had offered was an excellent choice - a resort owned by Byakuran himself that was overseas somewhere. Apart from the little condition that he had to wear that pineapple-patterned bikini, the trip would make for a nice holiday.
Ever since he had got an answer to his question from the Mist Arcobaleno, Byakuran’s thoughts couldn’t stay far away from Mukuro - even more so than it had been. Instead of just wanting him, he wanted more of him, wanted him to always stay by his side. He wanted everything from him and it had to be everything that belonged to him solely. That desire seemed to grow stronger and stronger and despite his agreement not to force to much from his lover, he was unable to stop this desire from strengthening. So when Mukuro-kun suggested for a trip, he was very much happy to oblige.
“Say, Mukuro-kun, what is your opinion on a mile-high club?” The Millefiore don asked with a sly grin as he fastened his seatbelt on their personal plane’s seat.
Mukuro found it a novelty to travel in this kind of personal plane, where the one cosy cabin only had room for a maximum of four passengers, two on either side facing each other. The other two were empty of course, with himself and Byakuran already occupying two seats.
He turned away from the tarmac outside the window gave the don a questioning look. “A ‘mile-high club’...?”
“Don’t you know it, Mukuro-kun?” Byakuran’s smile widened. So his sweetheart really had no clue about it? “It’s a special club for those who are frequently on flight...with much more special privileges.”
Introduction to this club would be fun indeed.
Mukuro had already been made suspicious by Byakuran’s manner.
“Is it like that ‘frequent flyers club’ then...?” He didn’t like that he had no clue as to what the don was talking about.
Trying his best to refrain himself from laughing, Byakuran leaned a bit closer as if he was about to reveal to the other the most wonderful secret.
“Yes, but like I’ve said, this club has much, much more special privileges that other clubs never have.”
Mukuro raised an eyebrow. “Such as?”
“An experience one can never forget. It’s a matter of lifestyle but not everyone has the right guts to be allowed in the club.” Making sure he held Mukuro’s interest, he flicked his hand and a platinum colored card appeared in his head. A simple but fun magic trick. “You can have this card of mine first if you want in, sweetheart.”
He frowned slightly and reached for the card to scrutinise what was imprinted on it. “Isn’t this a normal credit card?” What was Byakuran playing at?
The don shrugged. “Well, you will need it in order to be able to fly frequently, won’t you?”
Mukuro continued to frown at the don then at the card once more. “Yes, but... So it accumulates points as well?” He was certifiably confused.
“You can say that,” replied the don, “The more point you gain from the club activities, the better the privileges.” In a way, he wasn’t lying about that. He was already giving his beloved sweetheart a lot of privileges compared to even his real Funeral Wreaths.
“Then what are these privileges?” Mukuro asked as he handed back the credit card.
“They’re to be kept secret. You will never find out unless you are a member of the club.” He smiled and covered Mukuro’s hand with his, pushing it back a little as if to signify that he could keep it.
“How do you become a member?” He slipped the card discreetly into a pocket, figuring he could spend with it since Byakuran didn’t seem to mind.
“I’d love to say I’m its founder. Only that it exists long before I remember. And I absolutely love being in the club.” He moved closer until their foreheads touched. “So...sweetheart, are you interested to be in?”
There was something suspicious about this so Mukuro only replied with a guarded, “Maybe.”
“I cannot let you in with just a maybe, love,” said Byakuran, giving his sweetheart his most angelic smile.
How irritating. “Then yes, I want to join,” he said with a quiet huff.
“That’s my lovely Mukuro-kun.” Smiling triumphantly, he closed the gap between them and started kissing Mukuro roughly. It mattered little to him as the plane was finally running and about to take off.
Mukuro reciprocated the kiss for a little while before prying Byakuran away for a moment to get out, “What does this have to do with that...?”
The white-haired don smiled like a predator as he pushed the arm of the seat out of his way. And just as the plane took off with a jerk, he pounced, pinning Mukuro onto the seat with his body as much as the seat belt allowed.
“Why, of course, it is a club activity, Mukuro-kun. You aren’t going back on your word, are you?”
He didn’t need too long to think about that. So that had been Byakuran’s plan? Mukuro smiled wryly and ran a hand along the nape of the don’s neck. “If you wanted to have sex why not just ask me outright? Kufufufu~”
“Perhaps I just enjoy watching you being clueless.” The don replied matter-of-factly, tilting his head to the side as his hand moved up the arm of the seat, finding that one button to call the attendant. “You look really cute, Mukuro-kun.”
He didn’t push it right away, though. “Do you need some drinks?”
Mukuro’s smile sharpened into a smirk and he grabbed hold of the white-haired don’s wrist. “Oh, no - you are not getting me drunk again, Byakuran.”
“There’ll be no aphrodisiac this time, my love. A small dose of alcohol here wouldn’t do you any harm.” He raised a finger as if to show he was about to push the button. “This is my personal plane, remember?”
“...A little then,” Mukuro finally conceded. As long as it wasn’t too alcoholic then it should be fine.
Smiling down at his lover, the don helped pull his lover up. “You’re too cute today, Mukuro-kun~ ♥” He gave Mukuro a kiss on the cheek before finally pushing the attendant calling button.
The attendant arrived promptly, so well-trained in these matters she deliberately glossed over the two men’s closeness and looked expectantly between Byakuran then Mukuro. “Yes, sirs?”
“We want some drinks,” he glanced briefly at her name tag, “Alice-chan. Two glasses of martini for a journey into the wonderland~ ♪”
“Right away, sir.” With a small bow the girl called Alice retreated back to where the drinks were stored and came back shortly with two glasses of the drink. Handing them to both men she asked, “Will that be all?”
“For now, yes.” He took the drink and immediately took a sip. Ah, the usual. This was why while he didn’t mind taking regular flights with ordinary passengers, flying on a personal plane was his favorite. He didn’t have to say anything much and he was getting everything just like how he wanted. “A wonderful martini. Thank you, Alice-chan~”
An everclear martini. A wonderful drink for a wonderful trip. Giving the girl a smile, he took another sip.
Mukuro took a dubious sip of his own martini as the girl bowed again and disappeared, leaving them alone. The olives nudged his lips as he tipped the glass to drink. Spearing one with a handy toothpick he chewed on it as the alcohol went to work.
Byakuran quirked an eyebrow, seeing how Mukuro drink his martini. Picking his own olive with the small toothpick, he asked; “You love the olives, Mukuro-kun?”
He shrugged and sipped a little more, not yet feeling any dizziness which told him he had drunk too much. “What if I do?”
“Then, I’ll give you mine.” He smirked and put the olive in between his teeth, moving himself a little closer.
Mukuro chuckled and unfastened his seatbelt (they were well in the air by now) to lean forward properly and take half of the olive between his teeth as well. After stealing his portion he went further and began kissing Byakuran of his own volition.
He let Mukuro kiss him as his hand moved to unfasten his own seatbelt. Humming lowly but a bit all too happily in his throat, he pulled the other into his lap. “Now you are like some naughty cat.” He said in between their kisses. “Only one that loves eating olives.”
“This cat likes milk too,” he murmured, setting his glass aside to concentrate on the task at hand. Mukuro was feeling strangely giddy for some reason. “Chocolate milk.”
“My, aren’t you cute?” Byakuran chuckled, tilting Mukuro’s chin up a little. “I can feed you milk but unfortunately, it’s not chocolate flavored.” Slowly, his thumb kneaded the illusionist’s lips, feeling they were still a little wet from their kisses.
Mukuro’s tongue flicked out to lick Byakuran’s thumb with an appropriate catty smile. Was it him or was the room tilting? It was probably just turbulence. Disregarding it, he slid his arms around the don’s shoulders and made himself comfortable on his lap. Mukuro deliberately shifted very close in the process.
“Normal milk does not taste nearly as good without chocolate though,” he purred.
“Ah, but Mukuro-kun, my dear kitten, this is no ordinary milk,” the don smiled, petting his lovely kitten’s hair, “surely it tastes far better even without chocolate. Do you insist it will have to be chocolate milk, kitten?”
“Of course,” he replied, nuzzling Byakuran’s neck, nibbling the skin. The alcohol had definitely taken a hold of Mukuro by now and he was completely unaware of it. “Nothing else will do.”
His fingers lingered on the attendant calling button, only tracing but not quite pushing it yet. “Then your master will allow you chocolate to eat together with milk, then~ ♪”
“Kufufu~” Mukuro snuggled close just as a real cat of roughly human proportions might have done. “How kind of you, master.”
He put an arm around the ‘cat’ before finally proceeded to call back Alice-chan. He would give his lovely kitten milk, along with chocolate and then they would be having fun all the way on this supposedly sticky flight. Well, it wasn’t like the mile-high club members would need much clothes when they landed so close to the beach, would they?
Stealing another kiss from his dear kitten, he whispered; “Your master loves you, dear kitten.”
During the several hour long flight, Mukuro had fallen asleep - a combination of alcohol and sex had left him snoozing quite contentedly in Byakuran’s arms as the plane flew towards the anticipated seaside resort. He would wake with a pounding headache and remember next to nothing of what had transpired on the flight. He was still slumbering when the plane eventually touched down on a runway with golden sand on one side and endless grass on the other.
Always wanting to give his lover a surprise, the don didn’t immediately wake Mukuro up. He would have his men deal with their luggage, so he simply swept the slumbering beauty up, carrying him in his arms. It would certainly be a nice change to his lovely Mukuro-kun when he woke up, finding himself soaking on the beach.
When Mukuro eventually woke he was stretched out on sun-warmed sand and the blinding sun suddenly entering his eyes made him wince and roll over, scattering the small grains everywhere, in an attempt to hide from the powerful rays. Groaning, he was so preoccupied with his immediate worries that he failed to notice Byakuran.
The sound Mukuro made alerted the don that the illusionist had finally woken up. Smiling, the don moved from his previous position. Shrouding other view from Mukuro’s eyes, he hovered over his beloved as he looked down at him with amusement.
“How are you feeling, Mukuro-kun?”
Terrible. He felt terrible and since it was so obvious he hardly felt the need to say it out loud, he groaned again, rolled on to his stomach, and rested his head in his arms.
“A terrible hangover, I see. As expected. You’re such a lovely drunk, Mukuro-kun.” Byakuran chuckled softly before handing Mukuro a pill and a glass of water. “Here, have this. You will feel much better in no time.”
Mukuro raised his head slightly and gave the pill a suspicious look. It wasn’t blue, which meant it wasn’t Viagra at least. Still, he didn’t take it and shook his head in refusal - he would simply end up hawking the tablet up.
“I take it we had sex then. On the aeroplane.” Or Byakuran had decided to undress him and lay him out naked on the sands (which he wouldn’t put past the other man to do).
“We did.” Byakuran confirmed. “Alcohol and Mukuro-kun do not mix but it produces such a lovely effect.”
Sitting back next to Mukuro on the sandy beach, he insisted that Mukuro took the pill. “It’s only an anti-hangover pill, Mukuro-kun.”
Mukuro really hated getting drunk. He shook his head again, more firmly this time. “I don’t want it.”
“You’re so stubborn. This time, it won’t do you any good, Mukuro-kun.” Byakuran said. He popped the pill into his own mouth instead, grabbed Mukuro’s chin and swiftly force-fed the stubborn illusionist with a kiss, his tongue pushing that little pill into Mukuro’s mouth.
Mukuro choked, throat instinctively trying to close up and force the pill out. But the need to breathe won out and the pill went down leaving a bitter aftertaste. Mukuro grabbed that glass of water now and rinsed the taste out of his mouth.
When Mukuro was finished with the water, Byakuran took the glass away from him and wiped the droplets of water that dripped down the corner of Mukuro’s lips with his fingers. “Good boy. You’ll feel a lot better very soon ♪.”
“Bastardo,” he sighed. Then he added a few more rude names in other languages though none of them were said viciously. While Mukuro waited for his head to stop spinning and headache to lessen, he examined their surroundings: they were on a beach, with what he assumed was the resort slanting away behind them many metres away.
He let those names Mukuro called him pass with a big smile writing on his face, finding it amusing how the illusionist could come up with them in so many languages. Assuming that the pill had finally taken its effect, he stood up and offered Mukuro his hand.
“Come, Mukuro-kun. Let’s take a walk. I’ll show you around,” he said, “Unless you prefer we do it again here on the beach. You already look ready to be eaten~” The don smirked, referring to Mukuro’s state of nakedness.
“Did you at least keep my clothes for me?” Mukuro stood, brushing away the sand.
“Actually, you can walk with me like that. We’ve this beach all to ourselves.” Yet upon seeing the look on the illusionist’s face, he laughed. “But yes, sweetheart. Your clothes are still kept. At least, I know you like that shirt.”
Mukuro huffed and began walking. “And the jacket too.” And his pants. “Are you coming then? Or should I walk on my own?”
The don only laughed even louder. He grabbed Mukuro’s hand and kissed it. “Yes, my love. You can have all of those.” Then, with a sly smirk, he added; “But they’re all covered in chocolate.”
Mukuro simply grabbed Byakuran’s hand and tugged him towards the waves so they could tread in the surf.
“I expect them to be clean before we leave then.”
“No, sweetheart. That’s too much time waste. You’re wearing that pineapple patterned bikini~ ♥”
“But not right now, clearly,” he interjected. Mukuro wriggled his toes as they sank into the wet sand, leaving deep footprints where he trod. “Do you come here often?” Why, after all, have this place built if you weren’t going to use it?
“You’ll still have to wear it, eventually.” He laughed good-naturedly and dragged them deeper into the water; the waves crashing just a little above their knees. “This is the second time.” The first time was when the resort was completed so that he could admire this place he designed on his own. Since he knew he had so much time on hand, he could always visit the place. Only that he had never visited it again after that.
“But I can assure you I know this place very well.”
“So you often build things for no reason,” Mukuro said. “Such a waste of money.” He stooped to trail his fingers in the water.
“It’s convenient, Mukuro-kun. I can use those things whenever I feel like it. But I’ll admit...” He waded a little deeper into the water. “This place seems much more beautiful having you around.”
“One person cannot make an entire place beautiful by simply being there,” he scoffed.
“Not literally.” He smiled. “But now this place can finally be of use. I expect you to love it as much as I do, Mukuro-kun.”
“Hmm...” Mukuro certainly appreciated the beach’s natural beauty. The fact that beaches by definition seemed limitless was already a plus in his opinion. Freedom was good, and Spade was far away enough that his mind was his own for once.
Although...he still had the sense that he was being watched. It marred what happiness he gained by being here with Byakuran.
“What’s with that face, sweetheart?” Byakuran quirked an eyebrow, tightening his grip on Mukuro’s hand. And before the other knew it, he tugged not-so-gently, pulling both of them into the clear, salty water with a loud splash!
Mukuro came up with a splutter and a cough. After shooting an unimpressed look at the don, he smirked and splashed water at the other man.
Feeling no need to evade it, the water hit him almost directly in the face. The don blinked, getting the water out of his eyes; his spiky hair wet and dripping with salty water. “Now that looks more like it.” He smiles, licking his lips, tasting the salty tang there. He splashed back.
He kept up the attack, floating on his back and using his legs to kick strongly and send more water Byakuran’s way. This was slowly propelling him back towards the beach and once he could stand he began to run, laughing.
So...it became a game of chase, then? Well, Byakuran guessed he could allow Mukuro an advantage of a few more seconds as he busied himself staring at the other’s glorious nude backside. The way his ass bounced... It just screamed to be spanked. Smirking, he quickly waded himself out of the water, running after his sweetheart.
Mukuro worked to keep ahead of the white-haired man. His long legs ate up the distance, bringing him up to the resort. Huffing and puffing from the run, he tried the door experimentally.
Byakuran arrived at the resort only a little bit later than Mukuro; however, it seemed his naughty, naughty lover was very quick and he was then nowhere in sight. The don smirked as he opened one of the doors. The footprints left on the floor were still quite fresh and obvious.
Mukuro had never really played hide-and-seek properly before, as kids would. Still, was he not a master of concealment? He only needed subtle illusions to secure his hiding spot then he waited for Byakuran to find him.
The footprints disappeared. With his order, the resort was vacated of other inhabitants as they complied to move to the lodges in the back. The resort seemed empty yet Byakuran knew Mukuro wouldn’t have gone so far. “Illusion again, sweetheart?” He said out loud, walking closer to where he was suspicious to be the illusionist’s hiding place. He would find him...without breaking the illusion.
He smiled as he stopped just in front of that spot. In front of him was nothing but emptiness and yet he reached out, trying to feel if the spot was really vacant.
What: The two escape overseas and away from Spade to Byakuran's private resort; Mukuro ends up poisoning himself accidentally.
When: 7th March thereabouts
Where: Byakuran's private seaside resort, not in Japan
Rating: PG
(ooc: If I mis-coloured something, please tell me.)
Part 1: Where Mukuro finds out the first rule of mile-high club is you do not talk ask about mile-high club.
Mukuro had decided that he really needed a break from university life. And Spade. Especially Spade. Taking into mind what the other had said almost a month ago, he thought that the further he was from where Spade was, the better. Which was why he had suggested a trip to somewhere, anywhere, as long as it was away from the university.
The location Byakuran had offered was an excellent choice - a resort owned by Byakuran himself that was overseas somewhere. Apart from the little condition that he had to wear that pineapple-patterned bikini, the trip would make for a nice holiday.
Ever since he had got an answer to his question from the Mist Arcobaleno, Byakuran’s thoughts couldn’t stay far away from Mukuro - even more so than it had been. Instead of just wanting him, he wanted more of him, wanted him to always stay by his side. He wanted everything from him and it had to be everything that belonged to him solely. That desire seemed to grow stronger and stronger and despite his agreement not to force to much from his lover, he was unable to stop this desire from strengthening. So when Mukuro-kun suggested for a trip, he was very much happy to oblige.
“Say, Mukuro-kun, what is your opinion on a mile-high club?” The Millefiore don asked with a sly grin as he fastened his seatbelt on their personal plane’s seat.
Mukuro found it a novelty to travel in this kind of personal plane, where the one cosy cabin only had room for a maximum of four passengers, two on either side facing each other. The other two were empty of course, with himself and Byakuran already occupying two seats.
He turned away from the tarmac outside the window gave the don a questioning look. “A ‘mile-high club’...?”
“Don’t you know it, Mukuro-kun?” Byakuran’s smile widened. So his sweetheart really had no clue about it? “It’s a special club for those who are frequently on flight...with much more special privileges.”
Introduction to this club would be fun indeed.
Mukuro had already been made suspicious by Byakuran’s manner.
“Is it like that ‘frequent flyers club’ then...?” He didn’t like that he had no clue as to what the don was talking about.
Trying his best to refrain himself from laughing, Byakuran leaned a bit closer as if he was about to reveal to the other the most wonderful secret.
“Yes, but like I’ve said, this club has much, much more special privileges that other clubs never have.”
Mukuro raised an eyebrow. “Such as?”
“An experience one can never forget. It’s a matter of lifestyle but not everyone has the right guts to be allowed in the club.” Making sure he held Mukuro’s interest, he flicked his hand and a platinum colored card appeared in his head. A simple but fun magic trick. “You can have this card of mine first if you want in, sweetheart.”
He frowned slightly and reached for the card to scrutinise what was imprinted on it. “Isn’t this a normal credit card?” What was Byakuran playing at?
The don shrugged. “Well, you will need it in order to be able to fly frequently, won’t you?”
Mukuro continued to frown at the don then at the card once more. “Yes, but... So it accumulates points as well?” He was certifiably confused.
“You can say that,” replied the don, “The more point you gain from the club activities, the better the privileges.” In a way, he wasn’t lying about that. He was already giving his beloved sweetheart a lot of privileges compared to even his real Funeral Wreaths.
“Then what are these privileges?” Mukuro asked as he handed back the credit card.
“They’re to be kept secret. You will never find out unless you are a member of the club.” He smiled and covered Mukuro’s hand with his, pushing it back a little as if to signify that he could keep it.
“How do you become a member?” He slipped the card discreetly into a pocket, figuring he could spend with it since Byakuran didn’t seem to mind.
“I’d love to say I’m its founder. Only that it exists long before I remember. And I absolutely love being in the club.” He moved closer until their foreheads touched. “So...sweetheart, are you interested to be in?”
There was something suspicious about this so Mukuro only replied with a guarded, “Maybe.”
“I cannot let you in with just a maybe, love,” said Byakuran, giving his sweetheart his most angelic smile.
How irritating. “Then yes, I want to join,” he said with a quiet huff.
“That’s my lovely Mukuro-kun.” Smiling triumphantly, he closed the gap between them and started kissing Mukuro roughly. It mattered little to him as the plane was finally running and about to take off.
Mukuro reciprocated the kiss for a little while before prying Byakuran away for a moment to get out, “What does this have to do with that...?”
The white-haired don smiled like a predator as he pushed the arm of the seat out of his way. And just as the plane took off with a jerk, he pounced, pinning Mukuro onto the seat with his body as much as the seat belt allowed.
“Why, of course, it is a club activity, Mukuro-kun. You aren’t going back on your word, are you?”
He didn’t need too long to think about that. So that had been Byakuran’s plan? Mukuro smiled wryly and ran a hand along the nape of the don’s neck. “If you wanted to have sex why not just ask me outright? Kufufufu~”
“Perhaps I just enjoy watching you being clueless.” The don replied matter-of-factly, tilting his head to the side as his hand moved up the arm of the seat, finding that one button to call the attendant. “You look really cute, Mukuro-kun.”
He didn’t push it right away, though. “Do you need some drinks?”
Mukuro’s smile sharpened into a smirk and he grabbed hold of the white-haired don’s wrist. “Oh, no - you are not getting me drunk again, Byakuran.”
“There’ll be no aphrodisiac this time, my love. A small dose of alcohol here wouldn’t do you any harm.” He raised a finger as if to show he was about to push the button. “This is my personal plane, remember?”
“...A little then,” Mukuro finally conceded. As long as it wasn’t too alcoholic then it should be fine.
Smiling down at his lover, the don helped pull his lover up. “You’re too cute today, Mukuro-kun~ ♥” He gave Mukuro a kiss on the cheek before finally pushing the attendant calling button.
The attendant arrived promptly, so well-trained in these matters she deliberately glossed over the two men’s closeness and looked expectantly between Byakuran then Mukuro. “Yes, sirs?”
“We want some drinks,” he glanced briefly at her name tag, “Alice-chan. Two glasses of martini for a journey into the wonderland~ ♪”
“Right away, sir.” With a small bow the girl called Alice retreated back to where the drinks were stored and came back shortly with two glasses of the drink. Handing them to both men she asked, “Will that be all?”
“For now, yes.” He took the drink and immediately took a sip. Ah, the usual. This was why while he didn’t mind taking regular flights with ordinary passengers, flying on a personal plane was his favorite. He didn’t have to say anything much and he was getting everything just like how he wanted. “A wonderful martini. Thank you, Alice-chan~”
An everclear martini. A wonderful drink for a wonderful trip. Giving the girl a smile, he took another sip.
Mukuro took a dubious sip of his own martini as the girl bowed again and disappeared, leaving them alone. The olives nudged his lips as he tipped the glass to drink. Spearing one with a handy toothpick he chewed on it as the alcohol went to work.
Byakuran quirked an eyebrow, seeing how Mukuro drink his martini. Picking his own olive with the small toothpick, he asked; “You love the olives, Mukuro-kun?”
He shrugged and sipped a little more, not yet feeling any dizziness which told him he had drunk too much. “What if I do?”
“Then, I’ll give you mine.” He smirked and put the olive in between his teeth, moving himself a little closer.
Mukuro chuckled and unfastened his seatbelt (they were well in the air by now) to lean forward properly and take half of the olive between his teeth as well. After stealing his portion he went further and began kissing Byakuran of his own volition.
He let Mukuro kiss him as his hand moved to unfasten his own seatbelt. Humming lowly but a bit all too happily in his throat, he pulled the other into his lap. “Now you are like some naughty cat.” He said in between their kisses. “Only one that loves eating olives.”
“This cat likes milk too,” he murmured, setting his glass aside to concentrate on the task at hand. Mukuro was feeling strangely giddy for some reason. “Chocolate milk.”
“My, aren’t you cute?” Byakuran chuckled, tilting Mukuro’s chin up a little. “I can feed you milk but unfortunately, it’s not chocolate flavored.” Slowly, his thumb kneaded the illusionist’s lips, feeling they were still a little wet from their kisses.
Mukuro’s tongue flicked out to lick Byakuran’s thumb with an appropriate catty smile. Was it him or was the room tilting? It was probably just turbulence. Disregarding it, he slid his arms around the don’s shoulders and made himself comfortable on his lap. Mukuro deliberately shifted very close in the process.
“Normal milk does not taste nearly as good without chocolate though,” he purred.
“Ah, but Mukuro-kun, my dear kitten, this is no ordinary milk,” the don smiled, petting his lovely kitten’s hair, “surely it tastes far better even without chocolate. Do you insist it will have to be chocolate milk, kitten?”
“Of course,” he replied, nuzzling Byakuran’s neck, nibbling the skin. The alcohol had definitely taken a hold of Mukuro by now and he was completely unaware of it. “Nothing else will do.”
His fingers lingered on the attendant calling button, only tracing but not quite pushing it yet. “Then your master will allow you chocolate to eat together with milk, then~ ♪”
“Kufufu~” Mukuro snuggled close just as a real cat of roughly human proportions might have done. “How kind of you, master.”
He put an arm around the ‘cat’ before finally proceeded to call back Alice-chan. He would give his lovely kitten milk, along with chocolate and then they would be having fun all the way on this supposedly sticky flight. Well, it wasn’t like the mile-high club members would need much clothes when they landed so close to the beach, would they?
Stealing another kiss from his dear kitten, he whispered; “Your master loves you, dear kitten.”
During the several hour long flight, Mukuro had fallen asleep - a combination of alcohol and sex had left him snoozing quite contentedly in Byakuran’s arms as the plane flew towards the anticipated seaside resort. He would wake with a pounding headache and remember next to nothing of what had transpired on the flight. He was still slumbering when the plane eventually touched down on a runway with golden sand on one side and endless grass on the other.
Always wanting to give his lover a surprise, the don didn’t immediately wake Mukuro up. He would have his men deal with their luggage, so he simply swept the slumbering beauty up, carrying him in his arms. It would certainly be a nice change to his lovely Mukuro-kun when he woke up, finding himself soaking on the beach.
When Mukuro eventually woke he was stretched out on sun-warmed sand and the blinding sun suddenly entering his eyes made him wince and roll over, scattering the small grains everywhere, in an attempt to hide from the powerful rays. Groaning, he was so preoccupied with his immediate worries that he failed to notice Byakuran.
The sound Mukuro made alerted the don that the illusionist had finally woken up. Smiling, the don moved from his previous position. Shrouding other view from Mukuro’s eyes, he hovered over his beloved as he looked down at him with amusement.
“How are you feeling, Mukuro-kun?”
Terrible. He felt terrible and since it was so obvious he hardly felt the need to say it out loud, he groaned again, rolled on to his stomach, and rested his head in his arms.
“A terrible hangover, I see. As expected. You’re such a lovely drunk, Mukuro-kun.” Byakuran chuckled softly before handing Mukuro a pill and a glass of water. “Here, have this. You will feel much better in no time.”
Mukuro raised his head slightly and gave the pill a suspicious look. It wasn’t blue, which meant it wasn’t Viagra at least. Still, he didn’t take it and shook his head in refusal - he would simply end up hawking the tablet up.
“I take it we had sex then. On the aeroplane.” Or Byakuran had decided to undress him and lay him out naked on the sands (which he wouldn’t put past the other man to do).
“We did.” Byakuran confirmed. “Alcohol and Mukuro-kun do not mix but it produces such a lovely effect.”
Sitting back next to Mukuro on the sandy beach, he insisted that Mukuro took the pill. “It’s only an anti-hangover pill, Mukuro-kun.”
Mukuro really hated getting drunk. He shook his head again, more firmly this time. “I don’t want it.”
“You’re so stubborn. This time, it won’t do you any good, Mukuro-kun.” Byakuran said. He popped the pill into his own mouth instead, grabbed Mukuro’s chin and swiftly force-fed the stubborn illusionist with a kiss, his tongue pushing that little pill into Mukuro’s mouth.
Mukuro choked, throat instinctively trying to close up and force the pill out. But the need to breathe won out and the pill went down leaving a bitter aftertaste. Mukuro grabbed that glass of water now and rinsed the taste out of his mouth.
When Mukuro was finished with the water, Byakuran took the glass away from him and wiped the droplets of water that dripped down the corner of Mukuro’s lips with his fingers. “Good boy. You’ll feel a lot better very soon ♪.”
“Bastardo,” he sighed. Then he added a few more rude names in other languages though none of them were said viciously. While Mukuro waited for his head to stop spinning and headache to lessen, he examined their surroundings: they were on a beach, with what he assumed was the resort slanting away behind them many metres away.
He let those names Mukuro called him pass with a big smile writing on his face, finding it amusing how the illusionist could come up with them in so many languages. Assuming that the pill had finally taken its effect, he stood up and offered Mukuro his hand.
“Come, Mukuro-kun. Let’s take a walk. I’ll show you around,” he said, “Unless you prefer we do it again here on the beach. You already look ready to be eaten~” The don smirked, referring to Mukuro’s state of nakedness.
“Did you at least keep my clothes for me?” Mukuro stood, brushing away the sand.
“Actually, you can walk with me like that. We’ve this beach all to ourselves.” Yet upon seeing the look on the illusionist’s face, he laughed. “But yes, sweetheart. Your clothes are still kept. At least, I know you like that shirt.”
Mukuro huffed and began walking. “And the jacket too.” And his pants. “Are you coming then? Or should I walk on my own?”
The don only laughed even louder. He grabbed Mukuro’s hand and kissed it. “Yes, my love. You can have all of those.” Then, with a sly smirk, he added; “But they’re all covered in chocolate.”
Mukuro simply grabbed Byakuran’s hand and tugged him towards the waves so they could tread in the surf.
“I expect them to be clean before we leave then.”
“No, sweetheart. That’s too much time waste. You’re wearing that pineapple patterned bikini~ ♥”
“But not right now, clearly,” he interjected. Mukuro wriggled his toes as they sank into the wet sand, leaving deep footprints where he trod. “Do you come here often?” Why, after all, have this place built if you weren’t going to use it?
“You’ll still have to wear it, eventually.” He laughed good-naturedly and dragged them deeper into the water; the waves crashing just a little above their knees. “This is the second time.” The first time was when the resort was completed so that he could admire this place he designed on his own. Since he knew he had so much time on hand, he could always visit the place. Only that he had never visited it again after that.
“But I can assure you I know this place very well.”
“So you often build things for no reason,” Mukuro said. “Such a waste of money.” He stooped to trail his fingers in the water.
“It’s convenient, Mukuro-kun. I can use those things whenever I feel like it. But I’ll admit...” He waded a little deeper into the water. “This place seems much more beautiful having you around.”
“One person cannot make an entire place beautiful by simply being there,” he scoffed.
“Not literally.” He smiled. “But now this place can finally be of use. I expect you to love it as much as I do, Mukuro-kun.”
“Hmm...” Mukuro certainly appreciated the beach’s natural beauty. The fact that beaches by definition seemed limitless was already a plus in his opinion. Freedom was good, and Spade was far away enough that his mind was his own for once.
Although...he still had the sense that he was being watched. It marred what happiness he gained by being here with Byakuran.
“What’s with that face, sweetheart?” Byakuran quirked an eyebrow, tightening his grip on Mukuro’s hand. And before the other knew it, he tugged not-so-gently, pulling both of them into the clear, salty water with a loud splash!
Mukuro came up with a splutter and a cough. After shooting an unimpressed look at the don, he smirked and splashed water at the other man.
Feeling no need to evade it, the water hit him almost directly in the face. The don blinked, getting the water out of his eyes; his spiky hair wet and dripping with salty water. “Now that looks more like it.” He smiles, licking his lips, tasting the salty tang there. He splashed back.
He kept up the attack, floating on his back and using his legs to kick strongly and send more water Byakuran’s way. This was slowly propelling him back towards the beach and once he could stand he began to run, laughing.
So...it became a game of chase, then? Well, Byakuran guessed he could allow Mukuro an advantage of a few more seconds as he busied himself staring at the other’s glorious nude backside. The way his ass bounced... It just screamed to be spanked. Smirking, he quickly waded himself out of the water, running after his sweetheart.
Mukuro worked to keep ahead of the white-haired man. His long legs ate up the distance, bringing him up to the resort. Huffing and puffing from the run, he tried the door experimentally.
Byakuran arrived at the resort only a little bit later than Mukuro; however, it seemed his naughty, naughty lover was very quick and he was then nowhere in sight. The don smirked as he opened one of the doors. The footprints left on the floor were still quite fresh and obvious.
Mukuro had never really played hide-and-seek properly before, as kids would. Still, was he not a master of concealment? He only needed subtle illusions to secure his hiding spot then he waited for Byakuran to find him.
The footprints disappeared. With his order, the resort was vacated of other inhabitants as they complied to move to the lodges in the back. The resort seemed empty yet Byakuran knew Mukuro wouldn’t have gone so far. “Illusion again, sweetheart?” He said out loud, walking closer to where he was suspicious to be the illusionist’s hiding place. He would find him...without breaking the illusion.
He smiled as he stopped just in front of that spot. In front of him was nothing but emptiness and yet he reached out, trying to feel if the spot was really vacant.