eternal sin 6

[warmskies]

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[There's still an ache in his hand and an ache between his legs when he wakes up. Two different kinds.]

[Cold water strings away one and, when he's sure he's completely limp, Chikusa goes back to a warm shower for the first time in days. Closing his eyes, he tilts his head back and thinks.]

[Now is the perfect time to cut off all contact. It'd show that creature right, for one thing, better than any weak punch could do. Besides, that encounter.... It'd been too close. Kissing was one thing, but the way the demon had pressed his body against him in just the right way.... Chikusa shakes his head, trying to banish the thought before it can affect him. Anyway, it'd almost made him ejaculate, and...]

[Something occurs to him then. All these meetings... They're not truly real, are they? The tea has never filled him. Certainly, he was erect this morning, but the body reacts to thoughts as much as anything. If he spilled semen in a dream, was it wasting semen, which was the problem with extra-marital sex and masturbation, or was it simply lecherous thoughts? He ponders it all as he finishes his shower and wanders into the kitchen for breakfast.]

[Not that it matters! The force of the thought hits him so hard that he ends up frowning at his toast. He doesn't want to give the demon the satisfaction of making him come like that. And considering how sensitive he is.... Unused to touching even himself.... Although, he wonders, is there a way to stop that from even happening?]

[Which is how Chikusa finds himself where he is: googling on the internet and doing his best not to get worked up about the results. As it turns out, there are ways to keep ones self from ejaculation, it simply takes work.]

[(Although this doesn't apply to orgasm, he's fascinated to learn. Apparently, the two are actually completely different things. Maybe he should start looking up the biological facts of sex and genitals- make it less attractive and have it be educational.)]

[For a long time, Chikusa thinks on his choice- an entire week, partially because he's giving it heavy thought and partially because he hopes the wait is aggravating even a little for an immortal being like Mukuro. Finally, however, he returns to the contract.]

[The demon had talked about doing more than one task. Very well. If he insists.]

[Chikusa takes perhaps a bit more satisfaction than is probably morally accepted in writing the list. It's nice and long, filled with everything he can think of. Not only does he take inspiration from the needy of the church, but he flicks through news as well and carefully looks over things on the internet.]

[Towards the very end, he makes sure to add that if all of this is too much, the demon is more than welcome to break off the contract himself and never contact him again.]

[It'll work either way for him, Chikusa thinks. Hopes. Perhaps he can outlast a demon when it come to stubbornness, in which case he'll have no complaints. And if the creature actually does do it all...]

[Chikusa makes sure to pray long and hard, begging forgiveness from God for what he plans to do, before trying the instructions a certain site has for, ah... "ejaculatory control".]

[He's going to need a long while to get used to this before they meet again, after all. Chikusa doesn't like the idea of consistently losing.]

[Unsurprisingly, after that little fiasco of a meeting, he didn't hear from the little priest for quite some time. There was enough time for doubt to start to set in, for Mukuro to wonder if the priest really had been able to resist temptation and was burning the contract as he waited.

Restlessly, he went about tempting others into sin, as if to combat the good deeds he had done. Out of spite, he was tempted to throw Chikusa Kakimoto's whole clergy into chaos, since it had been some time since he'd seen such a weak willed church branch, but he forced himself to be patient. The priest would come around. The offers were too attractive for him to ignore for long, or so he kept telling himself.

So it was with some small measure of relief when he became aware of the priest adding to the contract, even if the additions were rather... lengthy. It was quite a hefty sum of work, and Mukuro could only get through a few of the requests before he felt compelled to get his payment.

The good deeds hung on his skin like a rash, itchy and irritating. So if he was slightly agitated when showing back up in the priest's dreams, hopefully it could be overlooked.]

"You're not going to ask for world peace as well?"

[He was sitting back at the desk again, flipping through the contract, checking off what he'd done and grimacing at the ones he had yet to do.]

"I was under the impression that such a thing was a bit too hefty for you. "

[If Chikusa's tone is as bland and cold as when they first met, well... Mukuro knows what he did. Pushing the covers off of him, Chikusa puts on his glasses and gets to his feet.]

"Besides, I question a demon's idea of "world peace". "

[Is he- yep, Chikusa is making to leave his room with a chilly cold shoulder leveled Mukuro's way. No. He's not letting last time happen again. Clearly if he stays away from the bed, he'll be able to avoid it.]

[...Besides, it hasn't been that long. He's still not entirely sure of his ability to control his own arousal if it gets to that.]

"Wouldn't it weigh more heavily on your mind? Knowing that a demon brought about world peace when your god and your angels presumably could do the same but did nothing?"

[Which perhaps, might be a little off base considering that Mukuro was more powerful than most demons and angels, so most things came rather effortlessly to him. Though indeed, bringing about world peace would most likely destroy him and all he stood for, and while he was keen on corrupting the young priest, he wasn't willing to lose himself in the process.

He watched with careful amusement as Chikusa Kakimoto left the room, decidedly more cold than his normal detached reserve, and Mukuro let a few heartbeats pass before he got up to follow him.]

"Or are you afraid it may be to your liking? Not everything I've done has been so detestable."

[And that was the real heart of the problem, wasn't it?]

[It's exactly the heart of the problem, but such a confession is going to have to be pried out of Chikusa before anything else.]

[For right now, he simply goes through the cupboards of what's questionably his kitchen. Is there anything to actually make in here, or is it simply at the whim of the demon? After all, he's the only one who's made tea every time.]

"The troubles of the world are a human problem, and thus humans must be the ones to solve them. We can't force God to clean all our messes. "

[No comment on the last thing.]

[As Chikusa Kakimoto made himself comfortable in the recreation of his kitchen ( which would contain everything his actual pantry would contain, with only a small box of tea Mukuro preferred added ), Mukuro settled himself on the couch. He draped an arm lazily over the back of it, watching the priest as he bustled about, smirking slightly.]

"What a dutiful son you make. Most would call it neglect to be left alone by one's maker, to struggle and suffer alone."

[Hopefully Mukuro isn't expecting anything to be made for himself. Chikusa only fetches one mug as he sets a kettle on the stove, talking while he does so.]

"God is all around us, despite your constant lies to the contrary. Besides.... "

[Human beings generally aren't alone is on the tip of his tongue, thinking of congregation and family, but he falters. Right. For him, that's true. Shaking his head, he focuses on getting the correct tea.]

[Wow what a rude host.

Mukuro watched Chikusa Kakimoto as he trailed off, arching an eyebrow.]

"Besides...?"

[He prompted, already sure that he knew the answer, but if the priest wanted to be difficult, Mukuro could do the same.]

"...We're doing well for ourselves as a race, all things considered."

[Not what he means to say, and they both know it. Leaving the water to boil, he crosses his arms and finally turns around to look at Mukuro.]

"Why are you here?"

"Compared to what other races, I wonder."

[Mukuro canted his head to the side, turning his gaze out towards the window, voice soft and just barely audible.

The priest's question made him chuckle, and he rested a fist against his cheek, relaxed.]

"I'll be claiming my payment in increments. Doing everything all at once might be too much for both of us."

[Even in the hollow space of his apartment, Chikusa can't quite hear what Mukuro says. The intriguing nature of something like that has him tilt his head to the side, his gaze momentarily losing some of its cold distance.]

[It reverts soon enough as the demon speaks up again, and Chikusa quirks up an eyebrow.]

"It was that taxing for you, then?"

[That question was going to catch Mukuro's full attention, and he turned his intent gaze back to Chikusa Kakimoto. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face, and he leaned forward slightly.]

"I was more concerned with how such a payment might take its toll on you. Are you going to offer me any tea or should I just collect what I am here for and leave?"

[A twinge of embarrassment on a face as reserved as Chikusa's might as well be a lighthouse beacon, and he immediately goes back to preoccupy himself with the cupboards.]

"If you've only done a small portion of the list, so in turn my payment should be just as small, shouldn't it? I fail to see how it would take a toll on me."

"It will be. Though it seemed even a small amount of pleasure had a rather large effect on you, my young priest."

[He was eager to see Chikusa Kakimoto's expression, so he stood from the couch, following him leisurely into the kitchen. He pressed slightly into the priest's personal bubble, brushing a hand against his back as he peered around him to watch him go through the cupboards.]

"Or have you familiarized yourself with it so well already?"

[Determinedly, Chikusa keeps going through the motions of ignoring Mukuro up until that palm flits along his back. He jolts, almost dropping a box of tea. Then again, it might be less the touch and more the words which affect him. It's certainly responsible for the set frown on his face.]

"I... was merely caught off-guard with how quickly you escalated things. "

[Sulkily, he glances at Mukuro from the corner of his eye. He's not talking about how he's been touching himself and trying to build up a resistance to the pleasure, right...? Of course not, no, he has to be talking about their last meeting.]

[That little jolt was more than enough to appease Mukuro, and he grinned wickedly as he leaned away, canting his head to the side, eyes wide with mock innocence.]

"The thing about pleasure is that even the smallest increment of it seems new to the uninitiated. "

[Mukuro let his voice drop lower, his eyes half lidded, lashes lowered.]

"I've barely touched you, my young priest. There's still much to teach you."

"I'm not interested in being taught anything by you. "

[And that possessive phrasing- he busies himself with flicking off the stovetop. It's all just been something to distract himself, of course, and he pauses with his fingers brushing against the mug he'd set out.]

"...You're not going to pull surprises like you did the last time, are you?"

[The wariness is more than apparent.]

"My, my, would you rather be a more active participant and try whatever desires you have out on me?"

[Mukuro looked a little scandalized, or would, it it wasn't for the wide smirk on his face and how he fluttered his eyelashes mockingly at him. Once his point had been made, he moved away from him to get the sugar bowl and his preferred tea, chuckling lightly at the question posed.]

"You seemed like you enjoyed it, priest. Are you afraid if I do something like that again, you won't be interested in having me stop?"

[He leaned a hip against the counter, head canted to the side so his hair spilled over one shoulder.]

"...Stop putting words in my mouth. "

[It's the best demand he can make, considering that any claims that he has no desires would fall flat to both of them. Carnal or simple, he knows he has more than his fair share of desires now.]

[Jaw set, he pours water into his own mug and dips in a tea bag, trying not to pay the demon too much mind.]

"No. I have more self control than that, despite what your vanity might have you believe. "

[He's confident in that much.]

"I could put something else there, if you prefer?"

[It was said innocently enough, but Mukuro's grin was wicked, destroying any illusion of guilelessness.

Since the priest seemed set on being a poor host, Mukuro poured himself some hot water, tone breezy.]

"You can break this contract at any time, priest."

[Which seemed unlikely, considering how long of a list of tasks Chikusa Kakimoto had left for him. Still, Mukuro could reign himself in for a short while if it meant in the long run he would get what he wanted.]

"If you're worried about surprises, perhaps you should put more stipulations on my end."

[There's no need to see Chikusa's face- his blush extends to the back of his ears and neck.]

"Your sense of humor is extremely poor. "

[It's the only thing he can say, tone tight. Is that what they're going to get into eventually? Quickly, he tries to change the thought- what Mukuro will try to get him into. There. Much better.]

"...And you'd listen?"

[It's a good look for the young priest. Even if Mukuro wasn't a demon hellbent on dragging him into sin, he was sure he would have done his best to constantly make him flush. Smirking, Mukuro leaned forward, looking up at him from underneath his lashes.]

"And it seems like you're already learning if you understood that. What have you been teaching yourself exactly, Chikusa Kakimoto?"

[He made sure to lean back again, not in favor of being struck again just for mocking him as he always did.

The question made him shrug lightly, as he stirred sugar into his tea.]

"Would it matter if I said I would? Demons are liars by nature, aren't they?"

[Being caught in such a simple language trap would have been too much for the version of himself from before all of this. Even now, Chikusa busies himself with his tea.]

"Simple things. "

[It's muttered into the rim of his cup before he finally turns himself around, distant expressiong struggling with the heat of his face.]

"Yes, you are. [So you can continue to be butthurt about that, Mukuro. But soon an addition-] Even with what I know.... My knowledge isn't enough to actually know what to hold you back from doing. "

"We both know that."

[Now that caught Mukuro's interest, and he slid in close next to the priest, leaning forward to catch his expression.]

"My, my, what sort of 'simple things'?"

[It wasn't like he had made his desire all that hidden or subtle, after all. The fact that the priest was feeding into it on his own time, well. Mukuro was a demon after all. He took pride in his work and his ability to sin.

The flushed look on the young priest's face wasn't helping either, and Mukuro chuckled softly at what they both knew. He took another step forward, canting his head to the side to look up at that blushing face.]

"Just as we both know at any time, you can put an end to this. Who has the real power here?"

[Well, obviously Mukuro knew and believed it to be him, but a little lie never hurt.]

[Not for the first time, Chikusa regrets saying anything at all. Stubbornly, he does his best to keep his expression passive even as his face heats up more over the rim of his mug.]

"Nothing that would impress you. "

[Translation: shut up.]

[Mukuro coming closer and closer is setting off all of his instinctual alarm bells- the ones of danger, of temptation, of want. A part of Chikusa wants to step away somehow, get space again, but he doesn't. Instead, he stays where he is, and tries not to get too tense at the pointed question.]

"Is that a trick question?"

"My dear young priest, everything you do impresses me."

[Which surprisingly might not be that much of a lie. Even if it sounded like it, with that low purring tone that Mukuro used. That carefully neutral expression wouldn't have fooled him even if Chikusa Kakimoto hadn't flushed the most fetching shade of red.

Mukuro couldn't help but chuckle softly at the young priest's retort, giving him some space as he went to sugar his tea and bring his mug to the table.]

"I only have as much power to tempt you as you give me. [He glanced over his shoulder, smirking slightly.] How powerful are you going to let me be, Chikusa Kakimoto?"

[As Mukuro swans away, Chikusa is left with the aggravating feeling, once again, of being mocked. It helps cool down his blush, at least, even as he side eyes the demon settling back in his kitchen. It's so annoying, having to actually consider if a demon is telling the truth or not instead of blanket dismissal of whatever came from their mouth.]

[...But then, is it true? The demon has always taken a strange interest in him. The first time, taking possession of his mentor, he'd been able to dismiss that. It had clearly been meant to throw the clergy into a panic that one of their own had been taken. But letting himself come again and again, doing all these good deeds despite being a demon simply in exchange for these visits and, well...]

[Chikusa has lapsed into momentary thought about it all, flush shimmering down to a soft pink, but he snaps out of it at Mukuro's voice. Immediately, there's a frown.]

"I don't intend to lose to you or your schemes."

[Have an unimpressed look Chikusa Kakimoto, as Mukuro took a sip of his tea, resisting the urge to smirk at him over his cup.]

"How do you plan to win then?"

[Because as far as Mukuro could tell, he was winning just by not being shunned by the priest outright.]

[...That is actually a very good question, and Chikusa has a sneaking suspicion that "not falling into sin" isn't going to be good enough in this particular instance. More frowning, which he hides by drinking his tea...]

[...Before an idea occurs to him.]

"Do you plan on finishing your tea quickly?"

[That deflection was clumsy and duly noted, but Mukuro wouldn't comment on it with anything more than a soft amused chuckle. He took a delicate sip, focusing his attention on the cup in question.]

"Why do you ask? Do you have something in mind?"

"Finish your tea."

[And that's all he's going to say after that firm order before leaning against a counter to finish his own.]

[My, my, just where was the young priest getting such confidence? Mukuro smirked almost indulgently, taking his time to finish his tea, not at all in a hurry to see what Chikusa Kakimoto had planned. Outwardly, anyway.

Once he was finished, he headed back over to the counter, setting his tea cup down in front of him.]

"Should I make another?"

[Mukuro taking his sweet time actually works in Chikusa's favor, somewhat. As the seconds drag on, he takes the time to center himself with each breath. Focusing on his lungs expanding and the slide of tea down his throat helps quite a bit.]

[He thinks he's prepared by the time Mukuro gets up, and Chikusa takes a second to close his eyes in preparation. He just has to approach this like he has in the past, for exorcisms- detached, doing a duty.]

[Right.]

[Setting his mug to the side, he starts to step closer to the demon.]

"Don't bother. "

[Taking a breath, he presses a palm against Mukuro's chest and presses in, trying to mimic how the demon had kisses him that first time.]

[Expression as near to guileless curiosity as a demon could muster, Mukuro searched the young priest's expression, as if trying to decode this new odd behavior. Perhaps he was readying himself to break the contract, to try to weasel out of having to pay Mukuro for his services, or to beg off for now.

So he made a soft surprised noise when he felt Chikusa Kakimoto's mouth against his, his hand hot as a brand against his chest. His eyes widened slightly for a second before he smirked, closing his eyes and leaning forward, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. So had this been what the young priest had been teaching himself? Mukuro couldn't complain in the least, fisting his hands in his shirt to draw him down closer, kissing him hungrily.]

[Oh- it's been so long, he'd forgotten how gluttonous the demon's kisses could be when he wasn't holding back. Chikusa's feet slide against tile as he maintains his balance against the sudden short pull of his shirt, and his fingers spasm against Mukuro's chest from surprise.]

[Ravenous, consuming- it's a kiss to get lost in. For not the first time, Chikusa almost does. His eyes flutter shut as their lips slide against one another, making way for their tongues, and he has to force himself to remember what he's doing. For a moment, he lets it go on.... Before reaching up with his free hand to tangle his fingers into Mukuro's hair and yank him back away from him.]

[If Mukuro's mouth wasn't already occupied, he'd have to grin victoriously. Sin, in his humble opinion, tasted much like this. Like saliva, like the swipe of a tongue, like a stuttering hot breath. He could practically feel the priest's will eroding with each brush of their lips, with each exchanged contact.

He had been debating whether or not to press the priest back against the counter behind them, to get a proper friction, when he felt the priest's fingers in his hair again. He let out a small noise of satisfaction at the touch, before he was so rudely yanked away.

Eyes narrowing slightly, he reflexively put a hand against Chikusa Kakimoto's as if to shield himself from any further rough treatment. Not that he necessarily minded it. My, just what had the young priest been looking into?]

"Too much?"

[He smirked up at the priest through lowered lashes, licking at his glistening lips.]

[He'd been looking into how Mukuro moans like he reached orgasm everytime Chikusa has touched his hair. It hadn't been very hard, and he's glad to see that it's still maintained some of its effectiveness. Easily, Chikusa removes his grip at that touch.]

[In fact, he goes one further and tries to step away. Another breath, another attempt at centering himself. Like an exorcism, detached, uninterested. He can fake it, if nothing else.]

"Actually, more like just enough. "

[He tries to shake his hand away from Mukuro's, twisting his body away in an attempt to straight up leave.]

[It may be hypocritical for a demon to call someone a tease, but that was exactly what Chikusa Kakimoto was being at the moment. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he took a step away from him, and Mukuro followed him sharply.]

"Were the deeds I did worth so little?"

[He leaned up to nip at the priest's neck, quick and insistent, before forcing himself to release him.]

"You should be aware priest, that I won't take kindly to being denied what I want. Especially if you're going to do everything in your power to become more tantalizing."

[Since the idea had come to him, Chikusa had known the demon wouldn't care for it. However, he'd been hoping it would push him off balance. Instead, he's immediately close, teeth scraping against skin, and Chikusa's breath catches in his throat for that one invasive moment. Immediately, he thinks of that weight against him and his hips grinding into his-]

[And the demon withdraws, letting Chikusa's breath return. He crosses his arms as though physically pulling himself together and thins his lips, demanding his heart to calm.]

"I was only giving you your "reward" for the night. If that's your response... Too much?"

[An echo of the mocking words Mukuro had said to him just a moment ago.]

[Was the priest already catching onto his mannerisms? Normally that would be a sign that Mukuro should take his leave and haunt other places, but he found it fascinating in the face of the seemingly unyielding priest. He should be insulted, he supposed, but mostly it just made him laugh, and he took another step forward. He could see it for what it was. A deflection, an attempt to make himself not so obvious. The thudding of his heart rate was as loud as a drum, no matter how hard the young priest tried to quell it.]

"Not enough. "

[It was said shamelessly, Mukuro's eyes drifting down to the priest's lips.]

"I want you to show me what else you've learned."

[Closer again. Chikusa swallows, throat bobbing, and tries to ignore how tense he is. This is nothing. Anything that happens, he can handle. He has a better idea now, doesn't he?]

"And if I don't care what you want?"

"Doesn't it?"

[Mukuro canted his head to the side, taking another step forward, so that they were toe to toe. He pressed in closer, lips almost brushing against skin.]

"Isn't it the same as what you want?"

[Automatically, his arms unfold at the invasion of space and one hand presses against Mukuro's chest- as a half hearted deterrent this time instead of a pin.]

"You want to drag me into temptation.... I don't want that at all. "

[Even if he hasn't backed away. Even if he's continued to call him. Even if his heart is in his throat, beating fast and loud.]

[Chikusa knows that, in a way, it's true. He and the demon's wants are very different things. But... It's becoming more and more obvious by the night that his wants are easily tugged and manipulated things.]

"You sure it's not because you're there already?"

[The distance that the priest was trying to enforce between them was superficial at best. Instead of burning the contract when he had a chance, he had added to it. Instead of reporting a demon haunting him, he had invited him into his dreams multiple times. Instead of throwing more holy water in Mukuro's face, he'd kissed him. Whether the young priest wanted to admit it or not, he was already too far gone.

Mukuro pressed a soft kiss against the juncture of jaw and neck, his lashes brushing against the priest's soft skin.]

"Who are you trying to convince, Chikusa Kakimoto?"

"No."

[Shuddering, Chikusa finally gathers up enough strength and will to actually push at the demon instead of his hand only there to fill in space. Even before that, however, the muscles underneath Mukuro's lips have gone taut and his shoulders are tense.]

[He's not there. He refuses. Chikusa knows he's made his mistakes, knows he's let his flaws take over.... But...]

[His other hand tightens into a fist at his side.]

"I'm not going to let it happen. I'm not going to let you take what I have from me."

[Perhaps Mukuro had been celebrating prematurely. His eyes widened slightly at the push, but he went with it, taking a few steps back to give the priest his space. He turned away from him, chuckling softly.]

"Good. I want you to give everything to me willingly, after all. If I wanted to take, I would have done so already."

[He flicked his hair out of his face disinterestedly, heading back towards the couch.]

"Should I take my time with this list, Chikusa Kakimoto? Or would it be better to come back when it is all done?"

[Mukuro leaving always puts him so off-balance, and Chikusa still doesn't know if it's because it's betraying his expectations or his desires. Either way, he shakes his head to get rid of the feeling and wraps his arms around himself.]

[Calm. He can be calm.]

"...I think I'd be more than perfectly fine with you taking a nice long while before coming back."

"My, my, so you've found another way to assuage your loneliness? Have you made new friends? Found the right clothes to hide your sins?"

[Mukuro sat down lightly on the couch, stretching out lazily.]

"Have you considered what might happen if you're not here to entertain me?"

[There's no need for any of this. Both of them know the answer to those questions, know why Chikusa still twitches with every one.]

[Nothing has changed. Not truly. For all his attempts, trying to change his life has felt like trying to speak a new language and understand a foreign culture. What's to blame- his lack of experience or some intrinsic part of him?]

[Chikusa doesn't answer. He only wanders, carefully, to the entrance of the kitchen with his eyes watching Mukuro.]

"Is that supposed to be a threat of how you'd be harassing someone else right now?"

[Seeing the priest twitch and close the distance, even if minutely, between them made Mukuro smile self-assuredly. He met the priest's gaze evenly, lashes lowered slightly.]

"No need to be so rude, priest. Not everyone has the same fascinating hang-ups that you do."

[He canted his head to the side, smirk sharpening.]

"Are you saying you wouldn't miss me at all if I were to leave? I would miss you."

"You're lying."

[The words are quiet but sharp, an indication of how aggravated he is by having his 'hang ups' pointed out so blatantly. Best he can, he straightens out his posture and his shoulders draw in tighter.]

"Even if you were true with what you told me at our first meeting, that I caught your attention, you'd never miss a mere human toy."

[That sharp retort was only going to be met with laughter, Mukuro leaning forward to meet the priest's eyes in amusement.]

"Is it? Or is that more comforting than if that was the truth?"

[Though, the more Chikusa Kakimoto spoke, the more difficult Mukuro's decision became. Should he cut it as close to the truth as he was able or should he lie? Decisions, decisions.

Instead, he bared his teeth in a semblance of a grin or of a predator raising its hackles, his eyes narrowed.]

"Yet I am still here, doing these 'good deeds' solely for your benefit. I have kept my word and done no further harm to your mentor. I have stopped myself whenever you've asked me. Don't underestimate yourself, and what I do for you, priest."

[In contrast to a normal person's reactions, comfort starts to trickle through him at their opposing stances. The tension which has been present in his body starts to ease up as he meets those narrow eyes.]

""Solely" for my benefit? It seemed like you've been getting at least something out of these encounters too, haven't you?"

"Not enough."

[Mukuro repeated, though this time it sounded more petulant than anything. He leaned back against the couch, frowning as he turned back to look at the priest.]

"How long should I be satisfied by brief kisses, my young priest?"

"...You sound like a child. "

[It's half a deflection and half a bemused observation. Chikusa himself has witnessed that the demon can be powerful, and tempting, and frightening.... and yet here he is, acting like a child being denied candy.]

[Besides, it gives him enough time to think, frowning to himself.]

"What.... other things would you want? Be exact."

[Maturely, Mukuro was only going to make a face at being called a child, which probably wouldn't help his case. He was tempted to let Chikusa Kakimoto know who among them was actually the child, when he asked a far more interesting question.

This time, Mukuro stood again, taking a few steps closer towards the young priest.]

"Everything. The things that you have learned and things you haven't learned yet. It might be better to show you."

[But that's all out of Chikusa's head as Mukuro stands again, drawing further into himself. He knows where this is going. He knows that he won't stop this as much as he should.]

"That's not exact. I need examples."

Instead of invading the priest's personal space ruthlessly, Mukuro stopped a good distance away, leaning forward, canting his head to the side to look up at Chikusa Kakimoto's face in amusement.]

"Would you be able to handle those examples, priest? Even with your learning, that's only the tip of the iceberg."

[Still, if the priest insisted...]

"I want to grind against you again until you cum, take you in my mouth until you cum again, and then fuck you until you can't stand. I want to watch you as you touch yourself. I want to join you in the shower and touch you until you can't stand it."

[Mukuro raised an eyebrow, smirk sharp.]

"Are those examples good enough?"

[As it turns out, in this case, Mukuro is completely right: he's not able to handle the examples.]

[Oh, he certainly tries. It's an admirable attempt. The first example he keeps his face blank at, because it's already (nearly) happened, and even the second earns only a slight twitch. However, every word after that breaks through, pink splotches gathering across pale skin until he's the color of peaches.]

[The way he reaches up to adjust his glasses, well, maybe it's more than for the glasses' sake. His voice is strangled tight as he speaks.]

"You... know well enough that I said no sex. "

[It's all he can manage to say.]

[The priest's efforts were to be admired, it was true. Mukuro had seen lesser mortals fall by his words alone, and if all he got from this one was a flushed face, well, perhaps he was losing his touch. Or perhaps he really was at his mercy, if he found such an expression enough to satisfy him for now.

That retort was only going to make Mukuro laugh, and he propped himself against the priest's table, smirking knowingly.]

"The contract stated only 'complete intercourse'. There are many things I can do to you that won't violate that clause."

[He lowered his lashes and his voice, smirk only widening.]

"Though I'm confident even that clause you'll be rewriting soon enough."

[And there's the full red flush that might satisfy Mukuro a little more.]

"I will not be rewriting that clause. "

[He's sure of it.]

[...Moderately sure of it.]

[Glancing away, he licks his lips and tries to think without getting too caught up in the frenzy of thoughts the demon has stirred up.]

"....Tonight, just the kiss. I still haven't forgotten what you did last time. But... the next... "

[He bites his lip.]

"...I might be willing to try one of the examples. But not the first. "

[He didn't say that hastily or anything, no.]

[Definitely satisfying.

Mukuro was not a good person in the least, so that wavering tone in the priest's voice was only going to make him chuckle more, and he leaned forward to give him more examples when Chikusa Kakimoto made that foolish promise. He was sure that the young priest hadn't forgotten anything that Mukuro had done to him, and that thought only made him smirk wider.

The knowledge that the priest was slowly succumbing to temptation was enough to tide him over for tonight, so he shrugged his shoulders elegantly.]

"Make sure you remember your words, Chikusa Kakimoto. I'll look forward to next time, then."

"I never forget them. "

[The words still feel as though they're fresh on his lips when he awakens, heart pounding in his chest. Already, he can feel himself regretting the promise he'd made, but what can he do? It's been done.]

[Best he can, he goes through the motions of his life as though nothing has changed. He does his duties as a priest, deafens his ears to demons he exorcises, and tries to fill his life as best he can by venturing out more. Occasionally, he sits in public places and idly sketches things out. Sometimes it even draws people to speaking with him.]

[And.... every night, best he can, he practices touching himself- testing pleasure on his own, but never letting himself reach that edge where he might come. It's mastery over his own flawed body, he tells himself, trying to extend how long he can last more and more. If nothing else, he's relatively sure he's getting better at it.]

[But not better enough to be more confident when he finds himself awakening in a dream again, well aware of the reasons why. Swallowing, he pushes himself up searching for sight of the demon.]

[Though Mukuro was impatient and possessed quite a great deal of power and cunning, he couldn't do good deeds in a quick and painless manner. Having to do them indirectly took some time, and if he was being honest with himself, there were still some sins he had to sow as well.

While he would like to believe the payout would be worth it in the end, until then, his teeth were set on edge and his skin crawled to have to perform more good deeds. Briefly, he wondered what god was doing in heaven, watching him as he toiled on trying to tempt one of her best and brightest, or if she was still as blind as the day he had left her.

It was a few days before Mukuro finished two of the deeds on the list, and in the dream, he was in the bathroom, starting the shower. Irritably, he shrugged off his coat, tucking his gloves into its pockets to feel the temperature of the water.]

"I'll give you the choice of what you'd like to do, Chikusa Kakimoto."

[Either way, he was going to need this shower to try to wash off all the good he had been doing.]

[Well, this is new. Getting out of his bed, he wanders over to the doorway of the bathroom to watch him.]

"...Thank you for the consideration. [Best to start this encounter off not negatively.] So you really can't stand it that much? Good deeds?"

[Asking is half a distraction, but... Also not. Just like when they'd been talking about the fates of a demon, of taking on a human host properly in a way that wasn't possession, there's that curiosity. Demons are still such unknowns, after all.]

"Does it bring you some peace to know that this is just as distasteful for me as it is for you to succumb to temptation?"

[Mukuro undid his boots, setting them neatly by the toilet, glancing over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow at the priest.]

"Or are you trying to learn a demon's weaknesses to use them for later?"

[After all, he had been drawn to the young priest because he had been such a talented exorcist. Just telling him this much felt like putting nails in his own coffin.]

"I doubt I could convince many other demons to do as you've been doing. "

[Not to mention, he knows, he doesn't want to make this a repeat performance in his life. Well.... Besides how much it already is with this single demon, anyway.]

"I'd... planned on just the example you'd used of touching myself but.... in fairness... "

"There are few who would be able to offer."

[Because Mukuro was one of the most powerful, and knew his own strengths and weaknesses. Unlike most demons who believed it was solely to sin, and thus would be destroyed by doing anything against their nature, Mukuro knew better. There was a balance to be struck, a tightrope to walk.

Mukuro had been in the midst of taking off his socks when the priest continued to speak, turning his gaze onto him fully with interest, mouth curving slightly into a smirk.]

"In fairness, what, Chikusa Kakimoto?"

[He could guess, but why make this any easier for the priest? He had not made tempting him easy.]

[These kinds of games are ones he thinks he hates the most. There's no need for him to extrapolate further, but the demon will always play oblivious, forcing the words out of Chikusa's own throat. Sighing, he glances away with an embarrassed clench of his jaw and his fingers curling at his sides.]

"In fairness... I suppose if you're going to take a shower, I should... with you."

[Just with that offer, Mukuro felt all his irritation and anger melt out of him, replaced instead with a sense of smug satisfaction and victory. And interestingly and with a small measure of concern, there was a slow blossoming of affection winding through his rib cage, a fond sort of worry. He had meant what he said about the priest giving everything to him willingly. He didn't want to hear it later, if the priest ever came to his senses, that Mukuro had tricked him into this. He wanted him to know exactly why and how he had gotten there, and who was to blame.

With more gentleness than he had displayed in a long time, he closed the distance between the two of them, lifting a hand to the mortal's face, cupping it tenderly so Chikusa Kakimoto would have to meet his gaze.]

"Do not do it out of fairness. Do it if you want to."

[He let out a small chuckle, moving away to break the spell, tugging his hair tie out of his hair.]

"I haven't worked so diligently to have you perish from blood loss."

[Mocking. Teasing. Sly words and a more sly touch, toying with his feelings and desires.]

[That's what Chikusa is expecting, and he squeezes his eyes shut with his breath held as the demon comes closer. So what a surprise it is when that palm slides along his face and has him look up, eyelids fluttering open again. His brows wrinkle in confusion at the words- or maybe it's the touch? It's... nicer than he was expecting.]

[Nicer than he's gotten to feel in a long time.]

"I'm not going to perish from blood loss. [His lips twist in a frown, but it's half hearted. There are other questions on his mind.] I would have thought you'd gladly accept that kind of choice."

"Really?"

[To make a point, Mukuro unbuckled his pants, letting them drop a little lower on his hips, smirking at Chikusa Kakimoto. He was only going to say what he had said just that once, and if the priest still insisted on joining him, well, he wouldn't protest too much. He wasn't that kind hearted or generous.

That other statement made him shrug carelessly, rooting around the bathroom cabinets for a towel.]

"I'm not interested in a half-hearted decision or fairness. When you make your choice to succumb to your desires or not, it will be your choice and yours alone."

[Sure enough, the sudden action makes him jolt as if Mukuro had pulled a gun at him. When it becomes obvious how slight the action really was, there's a distinctly aggravated look sent the demon's way.]

"....Doing that to catch me off-guard is getting annoying. "

"...And bottom cabinet."

"Then I suggest you close the door until I'm done."

[It was said cheerfully enough as Mukuro plucked out the fluffiest towel from the cabinet, setting it neatly by the sink. He felt the water temperature again, and pleased that it was to his liking, he started to lift up his shirt.

Showboating? Only a little. He paused halfway through, glancing over his shoulder, smirking.]

"Unless you really do want to join me."

"As you insist then."

[And he's not saying that because he was staring. No. Why would he stare? It's a body no different from his own. What's there to stare about a man's bare back? Nothing. Right.]

[He wasn't staring.]

[...He might have been staring.]

[Not that Chikusa will admit it, not right now as he takes a step back out of the bathroom and shuts the door.]

"Let me know when you're done."

[The priest had definitely been staring, which was a nice little ego boost, but the shower would still be preferable. Once he'd shrugged out of the rest of his clothes, he stepped into the shower, humming some inane pop song that one of his subordinates had kept listening to, getting it stuck in his head as well.

He took his time in the shower, making sure to wash his hair thoroughly, taking in all the toiletries that the priest had, shaking his head sadly. Perhaps another area he should teach him to indulge in was treating himself to proper products, though he supposed they did their job well. Chikusa Kakimoto had always looked clean and well kept.

Once he was done, he toweled himself off and put his clothes back on ( despite the temptation not to ), feeling refreshed. His hair still damp and down, Mukuro sauntered back into the priest's bedroom.]

"Since you weren't keen on showering together, should I assume you're fine with the other example?"

[Otherwise known as masturbating with an audience.]

[In the long indulgent time Mukuro has spent using up his shower, dream or not, Chikusa has been preoccupied with his own concerns.]

[After all... He's been well aware of what he'd likely do when this meeting would come. It's why he's been practicing such things on himself. By now, he's become quite accustomed to it. Yet it's one thing to do so on his own- he already judges himself enough as it is with his upbringing.]

[Another set of eyes being there on him while he does it, however.... Of course he's never done that. So it's with anxiety churning in his stomach that he sits on the edge of his bed, lost deep in thought until the click of the door draws him out of it.]

"In theory, yes, but.... "

[He adjusts his glasses to hide the pink on his struggling-to-be-stoic face.]

"It seems too embarrassing to actually do."

"Should we try the first example then?"

[It was asked breezily enough, Mukuro settling on the edge of Chikusa Kakimoto's bed with a smirk. It was more a tease than an actual suggestion, and he was tempted to lean in to brush his lips against that heated skin of the priest's.]

"Or would it be best if you had your eyes closed the whole time?"

"No."

[It's only something short a near miracle that has Chikusa not trip over his own words in a panic. Swallowing thickly as Mukuro settles besides him, he takes a shuddering breath.]

"Anyway.... Even with my eyes closed, I'll be able to tell you're here, wouldn't I? I'm- nervous."

[That fervent rejection should sting, but mostly it made Mukuro chuckle, soft and low.

It was interesting and altogether far too tempting to see the priest awkward but eager, and it took considerably willpower not to take advantage of him right there and then. He was ripe for it, practically begging for it, and yet...

Mukuro leaned forward slightly, gaze intense.]

"What would make you more comfortable? Should I sit at the desk? Or warm you up first?"

[Even without looking, the demon's stare feels intense, piercing him like a bug to a board- Chikusa doesn't think he could get away if he wanted to. He shifts in place, fingers curling into the fabric at his thigh.]

[Warm him up... Pressing against him once more, that heat, the wetness of a kiss, his hand going who knows where...]

"That'd... take away from the point, wouldn't it? [Engulfed in a nervous- and maybe more than that- heat, he glances at him from the corner of his eye.] ...Tell me what to do."

"It would set the mood."

[Or more like appease Mukuro, which was also the end goal, but he drew back when the priest seemed to be more accommodating. My, my, being able to give him orders... It was a heady feeling, and one that made Mukuro's gaze sharpen just like the curve of his lips.]

"Undress. I want to see all of you."

"You realize you had the chance for that just a few moments ago, and it made more sense for the shower, don't you?"

[For all his efforts to appear dismissive, they fall flat from his faltering voice. It's easy to guess why- not since he's been very young has he ever had to be naked around anyone else. Certainly not like this.]

[His fingers hesitate at the edge of his shirt before he curls them under the cloth and tugs it over his head. A slim frame and soft flesh- exactly the kind of body that might be expected of a life of moderate comfort, no signs of indulgence or excess activity either way. Setting his shirt to the side, it's his pants where he hesitates after pushing them slightly down bony hips.]

"...Is it really necessary for just touching myself...?"

"My, my, do you usually do this in the shower? If it would make you feel more comfortable, don't let me stop you."

[Mukuro was only leering a smidgen, only a tiny bit. Human bodies were mostly all the same to him, but he could at least admire how soft and smooth the mortal's skin was. Pure as the freshly fallen snow, and begging to be sullied. If Mukuro licked his lips slightly, well, could anyone blame him?

The question made him flick his gaze back up to the young priest's face, and he canted his head to the side in amusement.]

"You wanted directions, didn't you? I'll be sure to return the favor if you ever want to watch me."

"No, thank you. I fail to see why a demon would have cause to masturbate, besides. "

[Talking helps, a little, or at least distracts him somewhat from how.... embarrassing? Shameful? this all is. His pants and underwear with them are pushed down the rest of the way to pool on the floor. This, he does hastily if only to get his hands free. It's not just to hide himself in general...]

[It's to hide the way his cock is responding more than he'd like, which is to say 'at all'. Not fully, or even halfway, but noticeable.]

[He can't even dare himself to make eye contact as he squeezes in on himself, hands on his lap and the slight brush of hair visible past them.]

"...There. And I know there's no point, considering what I'm going to do, so there's no need to point it out."

"Why do demons do anything else? For fun and pleasure."

[If incessantly talking would help the priest in any capacity, he had found the right demon. Mukuro was more than happy to provide running commentary at what was going on. He watched with distinct, near unblinking interest as Chikusa Kakimoto shed the rest of his clothes, barely restraining himself from leaning forward to get a better look. Or to touch or taste.

For all of his seeming reluctance and shame, it didn't seem to be affecting his body in the least. Interesting. Most mortals who weren't sinful by nature normally didn't react to this sort of scenario, so the fact that Chikusa Kakimoto was only made Mukuro all the more interested in him.]

"Lean back and show me. I want to see everything."

[Oops look who is still going to give you directions even though you don't want them now, priest.}

[Asking for directions was clearly a mistake. Chikusa figured it would be, and now those concerns are being proven valid. As his blush spreads down his throat, he glances at Mukuro from beneath his bangs.]

"You seem to be making this into more of a production than I assumed it would be. "

[Even without looking into the demon's eyes, he can tell how much attention is being focused on him. If anything, it only makes the heat stirring in the pit of his stomach more intense. Why? This is- humiliating. It shouldn't feel good at all.]

[But... he did agree to this. So, teeth pressing down on his lip, he slowly pulls his hands away to press them behind him for balance as he leans back to reveal himself completely. His foreskin is still over the head of his cock, showing he's still not that erect yet, but... He knows better to assume that he'll stay that way for long.]

"My, my, should I not? And demean the effort both of us will be putting into this?"

[Because clearly the reward for doing good deeds was to be rewarded with such a show. And Mukuro was going to enjoy it thoroughly. Already he was tempted to follow that red flush along the column of Chikusa Kakimoto's throat with his teeth, to see just how far down it spread.

As the young priest leaned back to display everything, teeth catching at his bottom lip, Mukuro let out a low noise of appreciation, leaning forward despite himself.]

"Should I help?"

[He was straining to, after all, to see Chikusa Kakimoto at his fullest, to hear what kind of noises he made as he touched himself, to know what sort of faces he made when pleasure started to overwhelm him.]

[Skin flushing darker, Chikusa turns his head away and hides his face behind one hand.]

"You were the one who said you wanted to watch. And I think if I let you 'help', it would stop being only that fairly quickly. "

[Just like how 'kissing' had soon become grinding down on him and threatening to make him come.]

"...I can do it myself. I merely... have to get used to you."

[Gently, but firmly, Mukuro pushed the young priest's hand away from his face, eyes drinking in the sight of his expression. He didn't want to miss anything, and he certainly didn't want the young priest to block one of the most riveting parts of the show.

He couldn't deny that he would escalate the situation, instead chuckling softly at the thought that Chikusa Kakimoto merely needed 'to get used to him'. Had he forgotten who Mukuro was already, or was he so keen on having an audience it didn't matter who that audience was?]

"Should I sit quietly then?"

[Never let it be said that Mukuro wasn't acommodating.]

[Even with his hand pushed away, Chikusa has no intention of making it easy for Mukuro to see his face. In response, he shifts his face to the side, attempting to burrow hot red skin into his sheets. Unfortunately, it's not the perfect Plan B. His profile, even with dark hair fanned and messy across the side of his face, is still visible- the red which livens up pale skin, the flustered furrow of his brow, and the way he still glances back to Mukuro.]

"...I wasn't aware that was a talent you possessed. "

[Clearly he has to make up for this embarrassing display by any means necessary.]

[Taking in a shiver of a breath, he starts to brush his free hand down his thigh.]

"Just try not to mock me."

[Looks like the joke was going to continue to be on the priest, because the profile was just as delectable as the full frontal. It was fascinating to see the contrast between Chikusa Kakimoto's dark hair and his flushed skin, and Mukuro was tempted to enliven his neck with more color by tonguing and biting and kissing bruises into life along the thin column of his throat, his own eyes wide and dark.

That mockery would have made Mukuro irritated at any other scenario, but instead he smirked and leaned in, chuckling softly as he put his mouth near Chikusa Kakimoto's ear.]

"I have many talents you have not yet witnessed."

[But he sat back fully, giving the young priest as he started to touch himself, attention rapt.]

"Why would I mock this? [Well, most likely he would sooner or later, but right now, he could honor that request.] You're very beautiful, Chikusa Kakimoto."

[Instinctively, well versed in this game by now, Chikusa squeezes his eyes shut as Mukuro leans in close and holds his breath. The demon knows what this does to him, Chikusa isn't naive enough to think otherwise. The tremors it sends down his spine, the warmth that curls through him...]

[Well, it's certainly getting certain areas of his anatomy interested, which is helpful, he supposes. Lightly curling his fingers around himself, he visibly shudders at the compliment.]

"That's nothing more than base flattery... "

[After all, what is there to find beautiful? He genuinely doesn't know.]

"Should I tell you?"

[If he wasn't allowed to touch, then he could at least use his words like a caress, to help the young priest along with his task. It hadn't escaped his notice how he had reacted to Mukuro drawing closer or to his words. For all of the young priest's shallow efforts to try to push him away, he was still doing as Mukuro wanted and still kept reaching back out to him.]

"You have a beautiful build, priest. All slim and smooth lines, it's a shame you have to hide it under such a shapeless garment most days. "

[Mukuro leaned back with a small sigh, though his eyes burned trails along the column of Chikusa Kakimoto's neck, his rib cage, his thighs.]

"Your neck is especially tantalizing. I want to see how red you can flush, and how far down that blush of yours can go. "

[He let his fingers dig into the sheets, aching to touch.]

"Though what I enjoy best is your face, Chikusa Kakimoto. Even though you try to hide your expressions, when you do allow yourself to show emotion, it's hypnotizing. I like how your dark eyes catch the light, how your dark hair contrasts with your pale skin..."

[He paused, canting his head to the side, smirking.]

"I could, of course, tell you what a pretty cock you have if you're so inclined."

[Every time he's touched himself before, it's been mostly in silence.]

[What do you even listen to while masturbating? Any answer he'd come up with had seemed like it would just make unfortunate associations with music, or background noise like the news, what have you. So he's always done it in silence, focused completely on himself and the sound of his own breathing.]

[Mukuro, predictably, completely shatters all of that.]

[In the quiet of Chikusa's room, with not even the illusion of an outside world past his window, his voice takes up everything. And what is it about his smooth satisfied tone that arouses him as his fingers start up a slow stroke? What is it that adds to the sweet friction of skin sliding against skin? Is it vanity? No, it can't possibly be- although Chikusa is more than aware of how every word makes his stomach clench and his toes curl. It's not the words exactly that are affecting him so much.]

[But he can't puzzle over the mystery for long. Pleasure is curling through him, his arousal growing harder and hotter bit by bit, and he squeezes his eyes shut again as Mukuro's words slither into his ear...]

[Only for them to fly open again at that last comment.]

"What- kind of compliment is that?"

[He almost chokes on the word, everything from the shoulders up some manner of deep pink.]

[The fact that the priest seemed to be enjoying the sound of his voice or at least the compliments. It didn't escape his notice at how quickly the priest was getting hard, or how he seemed to prefer long, slow strokes. Well, Mukuro could certainly accommodate when he got the chance.

He couldn't help but laugh at the sudden reaction to the last bit, canting his head to the side.]

"Every part of you is beautiful, Chikusa Kakimoto. Even the parts you try to hide or are ashamed of. You shouldn't be. "

[Mukuro met his gaze, eyes half lidded and burning.]

"Even now, I want to touch you, to match that slow pace you're setting for yourself. I want to know where you liked to be touched and how. I want to know how you taste."

"It's indecent... [Once more, he shifts in an attempt to hide his face against the sheets.] We both know it is. "

[Perhaps pure nudity, simple and without attention drawn to it, isn't indecent. After all, Adam and Eve were nude at the start of humanity. Babes are nude when they first are born.]

[But this... Stretched out along his bed, body burning in lustful heat, his cock erect in his hand- it's nothing less than pure indecency.]

[And he still can't stop, his hand squeezing down at Mukuro's last words and his body squirming from the sensation.]

"Look at me."

[Mukuro had been as respectful and generous as a demon could be, but he had thought he had already made it clear that Chikusa Kakimoto shouldn't try to hide who he was or what he was doing. If he continued, Mukuro would have little choice but to turn his face towards him, and who knew what else he might have to touch.

He shifted restlessly, watching with rapt attention as the priest looked like he was coming closer and closer to orgasm, lips parted slightly as he watched.]

[Chikusa moans.]

[He doesn't mean to. God knows he doesn't mean to. After all, save for his strangled out voice exchanging words with the demon, he's been doing his best to stay as quiet as when he's masturbated on his own. Nothing but labored breathing and the occasional heavier pant.]

[It's just... That tone. That order- dark as the thickest night and smooth as velvet and it goes straight through him. His cock twitches, aching, and Chikusa jerks his hand away to tangle his fingers in the sheets. Close, he's too close-]

"I- I have to stop here."

[It's where he's always stopped at before, for one thing, precum dribbling down from the tip of his cock and so close to release, but... it's not only that. Trembling, he tries to hide his face more with hair splayed along his skin and his fingers digging in hard into the sheets.]

"...I've never gone past this... "

[But it's not that. Well, not only that. But... to react that way like he did...]

[My, my, now that reaction was surprising, and not an unpleasant one in the least. Mukuro couldn't stop himself from tipping his chin up, looking down at Chikusa Kakimoto knowingly, smugly, drinking in the sight and that sound he'd finally gotten out of him. Instead of satisfying his curiosity as it should, it only sharpened Mukuro's hunger. If just speaking warranted such a beautiful noise, what others could he expect once he finally got his hands on him?]

"You're not stopping."

[Again, spoken like an order, and Mukuro got onto his knees, leaning over Chikusa Kakimoto's slim and tantalizing body to touch his face, to turn it towards him. He tenderly brushed away the hair that the young priest was trying so hard to hide behind, crooning intimately like a lover and not like a demon intent to drag him down into temptation.]

"I'm not going to allow it. Do you understand, Chikusa Kakimoto?"

[Because even if Mukuro was a shameless voyeur, even he was being pushed to his limits. His little virginal priest had been touching himself this whole time without allowing himself release? That was a wrong so sinful that Mukuro would take it into his own hands to right.

The priest was so close Mukuro could practically taste it, wanted to taste it.]

[Another full body shudder, and he can't fight as that hand takes his face to turn it back to the demon. Pale eyes have been turned dark from the way his pupils have dilated in pleasure and adrenaline, lashes only able to half hide the intense look whenever they brush against skin.]

[This is worse than the touches. Chikusa has no idea how it possibly could be, but the situation and the demon's voice combined have him pinned. Breathing like a frantic trapped bird, all he can manage is a mute nod. He understands.]

"You're so beautiful, my young priest."

[Mukuro couldn't help but purr, brushing a gloved hand against Chikusa Kakimoto's cheek adoringly, eyes half lidded and molten. Those eyes glazed over with pleasure and want was a good look on him, as was his unspoken obedience.

When he nodded, Mukuro caressed his cheek one last time, sitting back to give the priest ample space to finish.]

"Continue then."

[Being free of that touch helps clear his mind, even if only a little bit, and Chikusa sinks back into the mattress as though some invisible strings were cut. With that fog lighter, he can feel his embarrassment all over again.]

[Coming at the order of a demon... reaching release for the first time in his life, against his purpose in life...]

[A jolt shoots through his body when he touches himself again, body so close that even a little bit of attention is electrifying. Swallowing thickly, he squeezes his eyes shut and only barely remembers not to turn his face away. Instead, he bites his lip as his hand starts up again. This time, instead of long and slow steady strokes, it's short swift jerks that have him shake. Just get it over with. He'll just get it over with, not think of it anymore-]

[Except then he actually hits that edge, tumbles over it, and oh. Chikusa's throat locks in on itself as pleasure shatters through him, spine arching off of the mattress as tense legs draw tight in time with his curled toes. Pleasure shoots off like fireworks behind his eyes, washing over all coherent thought, and then it's over.]

[Just a moment, but he can still feel the aftershocks thrumming through him and Chikusa goes limp with a soft gasp as he does his best to recover.]

[Mukuro had seen many beautiful and breath taking sights in his life. He had seen the throne of god and god's own majesty. He had watched as the pyramids had been built, layer by agonizing layer, their decorations blinding in the sunlight. He had seen flowers that no longer existed bloom across an endless field of color, fragrant and delicate and glorious.

Watching his young priest as his back bowed off of the mattress, biting his bottom lip as if he was torn between pain and pleasure, cumming messily all over himself, could be counted among such things. His gaze knew nothing in that moment but Chikusa Kakimoto, and as soon as his back hit the mattress again, Mukuro found himself moving without conscious thought.

He knelt above him again, leaning forward to press their mouths together, greedily lapping up any more gasps or noises the priest would offer him.]

"You're so good, priest. More.

[It was murmured in between devouring kisses, because Mukuro had only promised not to touch him while the priest had been entertaining him.]

[There's not even a chance to grab more than a handful of air into his lungs, or for his burning hot release to cool against his skin. In an instant, Mukuro is stealing away what little breath he's gathered, and another soft noise leaves him before he can smother it in his throat.]

Mukuro-

[That's all he's able to get out before those lips trip him back into pleasure. It's not the intense pleasure of orgasm, but that kind of softer pleasure which had captured him after the completion of their first deal. A part of him knows he should put a stop to this, should put more force into his hands that rise up to dig into the demon's shirt.... but it's so hard to think like this.]

[It shouldn't be as arousing as it is to have the priest say his name so breathlessly, but it was. More, more, more. It was a cacophonous mantra that almost drowned everything out, but Mukuro was nothing if not self-possessed. Once he felt Chikusa Kakimoto's hands against his shirt, he pulled back, breath coming out in soft pants.

Delicately, he untangled the hand that the priest had used to touch himself from his shirt, bringing it to his lips to clean it off with his lips, tongue, and mouth. The cooling fluid wasn't enough, not by a long shot. He wanted to dip his mouth between the priest's legs to swallow up all the excess, to lap up what had coated his chest with his tongue, to catch every little piece of him. But the small amount on his hand would have to do for now.]

"I'll be visiting you again tomorrow. Be prepared."

[Because Mukuro wanted more, was impatient for more, and he also didn't want to leave the priest alone too long with his own thoughts and doubts and shame.]

[It's debatable if Chikusa has even heard his words. In the last few moments of the dream, his eyes are locked onto Mukuro's lips as he cleans away the cum on his hands.]

[There's no describing how dirty he feels when he awakens in the morning. But then, maybe that's because of the erection in his pants right there first thing, and the precum making everything stick. Forcing himself not to think of a sly mouth cleaning it away, he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush for the shower.]

[From that point on, through the whole day, he's tormented by those final words. I'll be visiting you again tomorrow. Be prepared. Even recalling that and not even the entire events of that dream makes his heart speed up. Only a day, and Chikusa is more than aware that's not enough time. Best he can, he crams as much prayer into his mind as he can whenever he doesn't have other duties to focus on. Even breakfast and then lunch go skipped, his mind so frazzled.]

[For as long as he can manages, he avoids home after his work is done. It won't help, logically he knows that. His dreams are something that happen within in mind, not his actual apartment. But even the city has to rest at some point... Moreso a human body. So he comes into his apartment late at night, turning his rosary over between his fingers.]

[He's nervous. Scared? And... There's no denying the excited arousal waiting in the back of his mind. But the way it had felt... All the intense prayer in the world, done on his knees before his bed, can't seem to banish it.]

[Will the usual mundane scene start out when he comes into his dream? And how much will that help considering how the last one had gone? Chikusa doesn't know.]

[Since the young priest was most likely not in the state of mind to confirm any good deeds being done, Mukuro simply did none. If he was asked, he would say there were some in the works, but for now, he would take a break from them while he could. The sight of the young priest tasting pleasure for the first time was far more interesting to him, and he would take this as an advanced payment for what he would need to do in the future. That cloying feeling of doing good deeds still itched underneath his skin, and coupled with the ache to touch Chikusa Kakimoto, it was maddening.

Impatiently he waited for night to fall again, and for the priest to return to his dwelling. He had almost believed the priest would stay up all night solely to spite him or to pray more, but he was smugly satisfied when the priest did go to bed.

He was already going to be lying in the bed next to the young priest when he roused in his dreams, one hand propping up his head as he watched him, smirking.]

"So? How was it?"

[They hadn't exactly gotten to talk yesterday, and while Mukuro typically didn't mind being the only one to go on long monologues, he was curious as to what the young priest had to say.]

[Well. This is one way to wake up.]

[As soon as his mind comprehend the position they're in, Chikusa jerks upright and tries to yank the blankets higher even though his body is perfectly clothed.]

"What- why are you in my bed?"

[He was hoping for a little bit of a breather but, no, of course not. With what had happened last night, he knows it was just desperate hopefulness that made him think that was any sort of possibility.]

[Despite having bared it all to him less than twenty four hours ago, it struck Mukuro as hilarious that suddenly the priest would get prudish now. He laughed, trying to muffle the noise with a gloved hand and probably failing miserably.]

"Why so shy now, priest? You weren't complaining yesterday."

[His attempt isn't exactly successful, no, and Chikusa's expression shifts into his usual bland displeased variants.]

"That isn't answering my question. "

"My, my, I could have woken you up a different way, my young priest."

[He reached forward for him, smirking sharply.]

"I could have been returning the favor you were so generous to give me yesterday."

[Because who doesn't want to wake up to a demon masturbating in your bed?]

[Chikusa, as it turns out, and he bats away Mukuro's hand with a flush ruining his disapproving stare.]

"I don't want to be the audience to anything like that. [...He's pretty sure that's true.] And you're still not answering my question. Is it simply to get me riled up?"

"Are you so sure? You seemed so eager to join me in the shower."

[Mukuro let his hand fall to the side, letting out a soft sigh at Chikusa Kakimoto's less than warm reaction. And here he had behaved so well yesterday, only to be met with this sort of welcome.

He slid out of the bed, tossing his hair over his shoulder as he headed into the kitchen.]

"Maybe I just want to be close to you, Chikusa Kakimoto."

[It probably didn't sound sincere in the least. But hey, could you expect anything more from a demon?]

[It's exactly because of his own behavior yesterday that he acts this way. While there'd been some things that couldn't be helped with their deal taken into consideration... He'd let too much happen. Right. This time, he'll have more control.]

"...After what you did yesterday... I'm well aware of what manner of close you want to be. "

[Pouncing on him like that right after he'd- Chikusa shakes his head, coming out of the covers and setting his feet onto the floor. He's much slower to follow, but still does.]

"I've followed every request you've made of me and you'll still act like I'm taking advantage of you?"

[Mukuro shook his head, making a small 'tsk tsk' noise as he started the kettle for more tea, shooting the priest an knowing look over his shoulder as he shuffled in after him.]

"Should I let you choose today what I can and can't do to you? Be as specific as you like."

"I... didn't say that."

[He pauses, glancing away with a purse of his lips. There's something he's wondering, something that won't leave him alone.]

"...What did you do?"

"Do? Yesterday, today, a few centuries ago? You'll have to be more specific, priest."

[Oh shit. He had a good idea what Chikusa Kakimoto might be getting at, and it was unexpected, really. He would have thought the priest would have been far too flustered to remember that portion of the deal or to check in after him.]

[A flicker of annoyance can be seen as he glances back to Mukuro, frowning. Then again... Perhaps he is being too vague.]

[Fortunately for Mukuro, it's not what he thinks it is.]

"Last night. I've... never reacted like that before. I've- touched myself, so I'm familiar with that, but you did something. "

[At least, that's the only thing it possibly could be, because Chikusa has no idea what's wrong with him otherwise. It was merely Mukuro talking, and he always talks. So what was it about that moment that had him moan in pleasure? That kept him pinned so thoroughly? Chikusa can't understand it.]

[Oh, that. The tension that had been building in Mukuro's shoulders evaporated instantly, and he prepared two mugs, chuckling softly.]

"I only spoke to you, Chikusa Kakimoto. If you were expecting to hear I did dark magic or something supernatural, you'll be disappointed."

[He turned to face the mortal fully, smirking.]

"It seems like you like being told what to do and being talked dirty to. Perhaps it's not too surprising, considering your occupation and religion."

[In contrast, Chikusa's own shoulders immediately jerk upwards sharply.]

"What does that mean? With what I do and believe in, I'm- [A dusting of pink across the bridge of his nose that he tries to ignore.] -I should be more chaste no matter the situation. "

[Not... whatever happened last night.]

[Mukuro crossed the distance between them in a few easy strides, until they were toe to toe. He smirked up at him from beneath his long lashes, leaning upward to brush his mouth against the priest's ear.]

"It means that perhaps I should be giving you orders instead of the other way around."

[He drew back to enjoy the expression on Chikusa Kakimoto's face, chuckling at the idea that he should be 'chaste' after what he'd done.]

"You're only human, priest. Just as infallible and prone to desires as the rest."

[There's no fighting the shiver that races down his spine when Mukuro does things like this, the feeling of those words against his ears just as bad as any caress. Chikusa suspects he'll have to surrender to the truth of that. But he still does his best regardless, hands curling into fists.]

"I think not. Whatever happened last night... Even infallible as I am, I'm not going to let it happen again."

"No? Then should we do something different?"

[Mukuro tilted his head to the side to press a feather light kiss to the side of the priest's neck, his hands laid flat and lightly against his chest.]

"Sit down, priest."

[It was said lightly, but there was a trace of command in it.]

[In some ways, the light kisses are as bad as the ones where Mukuro is kissing him hard enough to devour him. They're a preview of everything to come. That's the problem- the anticipation.]

[Just like before, even a bit of command has his heart lip up into his throat. But Chikusa is more stubborn than that, certainly after just making a declaration. Taking a deep breath, he glances up at Mukuro with narrowed eyes.]

"What are you going to do?"

[Chuckling softly, Mukuro met that wary gaze with an amused smirk, putting a hand gently on Chikusa Kakimoto's shoulders to guide him back towards the couch. He ignored the sound of the tea kettle whistling to signal that it was done in favor of scraping his teeth lightly along the skin that he had just kissed.]

"Nothing you won't enjoy."

[Then pointedly:]

"You can stop this at any time, priest."

[That hint of teeth is more than enough to make his knees go weak, and guiding him back becomes an easy thing then. Eyelashes fluttering, he's still about to point out how that's not at all a proper answer when the pointed remark stabs guilt through him.]

[...But something else soon occurs to him.]

"Wait- [And there's his hand, coming up directly between Mukuro's mouth and his neck.] -what did you do? As your part of the deal?"

[Fuck.

Mukuro withdrew to look at him in amusement, outwardly as calm and collected as always.]

"I took care of the next two families on the list. A day probably wasn't long enough to get the news back to you."

[Or like ever, considering he hadn't done it yet, but forgive a demon for lying.]

[In a way, Chikusa supposes that makes sense... It's always taken a bit of time, from what he's understood, for the families to be affected and then communicate that effect back to the church and, thus, him.]

"You couldn't wait? I would have thought that such time would be seconds from your point of view, considering how long you've lived."

"Once again, you underestimate your allure."

[It was said with a soft sigh, Mukuro looking down at the priest almost indulgently.]

"Yesterday was over far too quickly. I wanted to know your honest thoughts and opinions."

"So, to hear those honest thoughts and opinions, you were going to put me on the couch and do who-knows-what to me. "

[Ah, the return of the deadpan. Mukuro has been getting him so flustered and off-balance lately that it hasn't been brought out in quite some time. But here it is again, accompanied by a disbelieving raise of his eyebrow.]

"Your body is far more honest with me than you are, Chikusa Kakimoto."

[As for that second retort, his mouth only curved upwards, his eyes glittering as he leaned in closer.]

"I was going to suck you off until you came. Your complaint last time was that I wasn't quiet, correct?"

[His telltale blush comes back in full force, and Chikusa leans back.]

"I didn't say that. I... said not to mock me. And you managed that much... "

[He tries to step back, gaze flicking away. Already he can feel a heat curling up like embers in the pit of his stomach. Everything last night was something that happened because of the demon just talking. Actually touching him...]

"I can manage much more, priest."

[That flush was more than enough encouragement, and Mukuro followed the young priest as he tried to step away from him, smirking knowingly.]

"Sit down."

[This time it was said more forcefully, a hand on Chikusa Kakimoto's shoulder to help guide him to sit on the couch.]

[His legs go out beneath him, defenseless against such a command. This isn't like touching himself to learn how to resist pleasure- how can he train for something that comes from another person? Hitting the couch, air puffs out of him. Still, he instinctively does some token resistance, squeezing his legs together and frowning up at Mukuro.]

"For an immortal being, you have little patience."

[The sound of the couch protesting a new weight sounded like victory, and Mukuro smirked triumphantly as he followed Chikusa Kakimoto down, kneeling at his feet. Gently, he rested his hands at the top of his thighs, chuckling softly at that jab.]

"I have patience for when it's necessary. Why should I deny us both what we want?"

[He watched the young priest's face, smirking slightly.]

"Do you want to undress or do you want me to do so for you?"

[And he can't protest that fact.]

[Chikusa knows he should fight harder against his own body's traitorous desires, should protest with more energy the demon's sly words, but... It's true. There's no reason for the demon to deny either of them anything. But as a priest, his resolve should be stronger.]

[Even as he thinks it, he doesn't make a move off of the couch.]

"I absolutely don't need to be undressed. Not... like last night, anyway. "

[Completely bare and writhing- he goes redder thinking about it, but he refuses to lose the frown on his lips.]

[So obedient already, his little priest. If anything, it was the priest's easy acquiescence that made Mukuro smirk, slowly spreading Chikusa Kakimoto's legs apart with his hands, gaze never leaving his face.]

"Kufufu fine."

[If that was the small boundary that the priest wanted to assert, Mukuro was more than willing to let him have that one small victory.

Since the young priest hadn't answered his question, he was going to help himself, reaching up to undo his pants, sliding a gloved hand along his ass to 'assist' in undressing him.]

[Surely it must be some form of dominance, or mocking, for the demon to do this: looking straight into his eyes even as he's doing something so lewd. Chikusa shifts against the couch, inadvertently assisting the slide of his pants.]

"And- I don't want to... [It's hard to find the word- no, that's not right. It's hard to say the word, but Chikusa manages.] I don't want to come. It's not necessary, is it?"

[Even if he'd been told to do it the last night...]

"It's not necessary, but where's the fun in that?"

[So, so accommodating this priest. He slid between Chikusa Kakimoto's spread legs, licking is lips in preparation. He let his mouth hover mere centimeters away from the priest's ( still clothed? ) dick, breathing hot air over it.

He flicked his gaze back up to the priest's in amusement, tossing his hair lightly over one shoulder.]

"I also doubt you'll be able to stop yourself from doing so, but you're more than welcome to try."

"It's not about fun. Not for me. "

[Beneath his underwear, he can feel himself stir at that hot breath, and Chikusa tries to shudder back again. Yet there's nowhere for him to go, pushed back as far as he can manage already on the couch.]

"This... is merely part of our agreement."

"Are you not enjoying yourself, priest?"

[Mukuro didn't look convinced in the least, and instead of doing the polite thing and giving Chikusa Kakimoto time to adjust to the sensations or retort, he placed his mouth over his clothed cock, exhaling more hot air.

He kept his eyes trained on the priest's expression, eyes half lidded and molten.]

"It doesn't- "

[Pleasure shoots up suddenly from his cock to his mind, and Chikusa jolts in his seat. Instinctively, he slams a hand up over his mouth to help stop the gasping whimper which threatens to roll out of his lips. His other hand digs into his cushions, the scrape of his nails sharp and noticeable.]

[Gaining control of himself again, he narrows his eyes down over his hands at Mukuro.]

[He hates when he does that.]

[It was so incredibly satisfying to cut Chikusa Kakimoto off in mid-sentence, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly, taking in the way he covered his mouth unsuccessfully. Mukuro grasped that hand lightly, pushing it to the side.]

"I want to hear everything. Don't become shy now."

[That glare was only going to be met with a small laugh, Mukuro leaning forward again to suck in Chikusa Kakimoto's cock slowly.]

[Stubbornly, the hand Mukuro has pulled away is simply replaced with Chikusa's other hand and he huffs as he jerks his head to look away. Watching makes the whole thing worse, so he won't indulge the demon with it.]

[But... Not knowing what's coming is simply a different jolt of pleasure, the next lingering suck catching him off guard. He tries to strangle the noise that wants to leave his throat, squeezing his eyes shut.]

[Stubbornness was all well and good when it didn't keep Mukuro from getting what he wanted, so he pulled away again, biting slightly into the exposed flesh of the priest's pale and smooth inner thigh.]

"Let me hear you, Chikusa Kakimoto or watch me. One or the other."

[It was said commandingly, Mukuro's eyes narrowed in displeasure. If he had to, he had not qualms about tying the priest's hands behind his back or holding onto his chin so he had to watch Mukuro work.]

[Well, Mukuro will certainly hear him, but it doesn't have as much to do with the commanding tone as he might think.]

[Instead, it's the sink of teeth into Chikusa's sensitive thigh that has his eyes flash open again in time with the whimper which squirms past his lips and fingers. Pain, yes, he knows there's pain, but intertwined with it is a strange pervasive ecstasy which has his cock twitch in definite interest. For a second, he's trapped in shivery delight that doesn't make any sense to him.]

[It takes another second for Chikusa to realize what it is.]

[It's the same cursed thing as the orders from last night.]

[Chikusa does the first thing which comes to his panicked mind: he tries to get up to his feet and grab his pants. He's not letting that happen again.]

[That reaction to the bite wasn't wholly unexpected, but Chikusa Kakimoto trying to run was. Considering he had been so well behaved the other night, Mukuro had almost let him get up and dress. Almost.

Instead, he pressed a hand forcefully against the other man's stomach to get him to sit back on the couch, leaning his weight against the top of the priest's legs to help get him to stay there.]

"Where do you think you're going?"

[Chikusa can't say he's surprised when he's pushed back down onto the couch, grunting at the impact, but it doesn't make it any less disappointing even as he gathers his calm again. Swallowing, he forces himself to breathe again.]

"That... wasn't supposed to happen. "

[He's unable to make eye contact, embarrassment weight down his eyelashes as he glances away.]

[Because Mukuro was such a good person, he moved so that he kept in Chikusa Kakimoto's line of sight, smirking up at him.]

"Why not? You should derive pleasure from whatever sources you can. "

[He leaned up closer, nipping along the exposed column of the priest's neck.]

"If you're good, I'll do it again."

[His hands rise up, pressing against Mukuro's shoulders as the demon comes closer.]

"Stop... "

[What a shallow defense, when he leans his head to expose more soft skin to devious teeth.]

"I... shouldn't want it. "

[Not "don't" want it. At least he's becoming a little more honest with himself.]

"Kufufu that doesn't sound very convincing, Chikusa Kakimoto."

[But Mukuro was obliging, biting the priest lightly along his neck, smirking at his hollow protests.]

"Yet you do, don't you? There's no crime in that. All you have to do is pay your penance and it can be forgiven."

"Penance is meant... so that you don't do it again. "

[Slowly, bit by crawling bit, his fingers slide from shoulders to Mukuro's nape, holding him there as he leaves a trial of marks along pale skin. It's only a dream. Chikusa tells himself that over and over again, but it doesn't stop the shiver at the thought of if it wasn't. Would his cassock be able to hide evidence of his sin? His voice is breathless and absent.]

"We both know it wouldn't mean anything with our deal ongoing."

"Yet how many of your congregation come to you again and again with the same confessions? It's not so easy to go against your nature."

[Which, unfortunately for Chikusa Kakimoto, seemed to run on the masochistic side. To reward him for reaching for Mukuro, he bit hard into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, lapping his tongue against and sucking on the teeth marks to bring more color to the priest's otherwise pale skin.

The position of half-kneeling, half-standing was uncomfortable for him, so he clambered onto the couch, settling himself on the young priest's lap, laughing softly.]

"My, my, so even after all this time you're not attached to me? How cruel."

"As a priest, I..."

[He should be better. He should aspire to be better, to have control over himself and any sinful desires.]

[Not sitting here, and gasping out a low lingering moan as he feels those teeth sink into him. That alone is enough to get his cock straining against his underwear, confined and aching. Mukuro settling onto his lap, pressure squeezing down on it, just makes it worse, and another moan gets dragged from Chikusa's throat.]

"Aah... I... I know it's nothing to you... [Squirming, he squeezes his eyes shut and ducks his head down against Mukuro's shoulder.] So... I'll treat it likewise."

"You're still human, no matter what your occupation."

[It was said easily enough, with Mukuro pressing a few kisses along the priest's neck, mouth curved into a smirk. Ah, those sounds were good ones. He could get used to them, to being the reason for them, to forcing more and more of them out of Chikusa Kakimoto's mouth.

He turned to look at the priest almost fondly as he pressed his head against his shoulder, running a hand through his hair and tugging his head to the side to give him more access to his neck.]

"Being coy doesn't suit you. Haven't I told you how important you are to me, Chikusa Kakimoto?"

[Everytime he had violently jerked his hands through Mukuro's hair, he had pondered at the demon's reaction. If not for the situations which had surrounded every occasion, he would have spent so long staring. Didn't such a thing hurt? Why such deliriously pleasured moans that traveled down into Chikusa's stomach?]

[Now, he understands. Mukuro only tugs his hair briefly, guiding him, and Chikusa's eyes flutter as something about the movement electrifies his spine.]

"Nngh... [He blinks back into the present moment, fingers curling into tender skin and hair.] There's no reason for me to believe that... Not with how demons are and what people you've seen in your long life."

[At the feeling of the priest's fingers curling into his hair, Mukuro let out a soft sigh, turning the mortal's face towards him so he could brush his mouth against his.]

"My long life means that I know a unique find when I see one. I'm not letting you go no matter what."

[Which was more of an ominous promise and threat than anything, and before the priest could protest, pressed their mouths together hungrily, grinding down on him slowly.]

[I'm not letting you go no matter what.]

[It's a threat. Chikusa isn't naive enough to think of it as anything else but that. A demon of itself is a threat just by existing- sin and violence and temptation concentrated into a single entity.]

[From a creature like that, can he or any other human be considered something other than prey to them?]

[Yet even with this knowledge, that promise alights something dark and desperate inside of Chikusa's chest. Something ravenous. His fingers dig tighter into Mukuro's hair, nails scraping against his scalp, and his mouth falls open in a moan that goes straight into the demon as his cock is horribly teased.]

[There was a thrill at how eagerly the priest responded to a few simple words, though Mukuro supposed that this mortal more than most he knew liked to hear the truth, no matter how dark it might be. Even though most other humans would be afraid to hear that a demon would be haunting them for the rest of their life, it was amusing to him that a priest would draw comfort from it, to even want it. Then again, Chikusa Kakimoto wasn't like most people, which was both endearing and vexing in turns.

He let out a soft groan as the priest dug his hands into his hair, shuddering as he felt his nails against the skin of his scalp, and he leaned in closer, kissing the priest more forcefully. Then, with one last swipe of his tongue, he pulled away, licking his lips.]

"Should I make you cum like this Chikusa Kakimoto?"

[Because if you thought Mukuro was going to be quiet during this, well.

He ground down pointedly on his cock, smirking.]

[Mukuro pulls away and Chikusa falls back, head thumping softly against the couch as he heaves in breath again. Words are a foreign concept, something he can't even begin to grasp right now as he blinks at Mukuro in a soft daze. By the time he comprehends meaning, the demon is already grinding down on him and Chikusa's hips jolt upwards.]

"Mukuro- "

[His fingers scramble downwards, trying to grab at the demon's hips in defiance of the soft pleasured noise on his lips.]

[Will Mukuro ever get tired of prying his name from the priest's lips? Most likely not, especially when it is an incomplete prayer, an unfinished thought. Panting at the feel of the priest's hands trying to pin him in place, he grinned wickedly, canting his head to the side to look down at him.

He straightened his spine, rolling his hips more forcefully, drinking in the young priest's expression and the noises he was making.]

"Say it properly."

[His entire body jolts, shocks of pleasure worse than electricity and driving him to grind harder up into Mukuro's body. Suddenly, all his attempts to control his body are deplorable in hindsight. If this was the him when they had first begun to talk, he'd have been done in the first couple moments of friction.]

[But now... He's adjusted to pleasure. He's lasting, and it's the worst thing in the word to be trapped in such a blissful feeling as he squirms and gasps under Mukuro's movements. Instead of trying to stop the other, the way his fingers dig in starts to feel more to keep him pressed down against his cock.]

[Panting, he looks up into those mismatched eyes again. Such an arrogant and lascivious expression- those lips curved into a vain smirk, eyes lidded in smug satisfaction- so why can't he hate it? Why does that stare, patient and demanding, pin him?]

[Chikusa jerks his head to the side, hair fluttering along his skin and a gasp falling from his lips.]

"I.... I can't... Embarrassing... "

[His first refusals had been out of a desire to not let a demon get its way. Now, however, it's different. It feels as though if he gives in and says his name in such a way, he'll give into something worse... Not from the demon, but something inside himself.]

[My, my, for someone who had been so opposed to any sort of pleasure, it seemed as if the young priest had overcome those hang ups and seemed eager for what Mukuro had to give him. He let out a small noise of appreciation as he felt the priest's fingers dig into his hips, and obligingly, he ground down further, rutting against him over and over. It was worth it to see that glazed look in the priest's eyes, to hear those noises come from him, to tangibly feel his desire.

He reached up a hand to turn the priest's face back to his, smirking as he leaned in.]

"I want to hear it, Chikusa Kakimoto. No matter how sinful, embarrassing, or terrible you think it might be, do it for me."

[To help sweeten the deal, bit into the other side of the priest's neck.]

[No.]

[As Mukuro's gloved hand settles along the skin of his jaw, Chikusa tries to make the word go from being a thought to something said. No. No, because he knows the kind of things that could come out of his mouth. No, because he knows the kinds of thing Mukuro wants him to say. No, because he's a priest.]

[But something about the way he forces him to look at him- Chikusa whimpers from the effect of it and the aftershocks of pleasure from their rutting. No, but then yes, that burst of twisted pleasurable pain from Mukuro's teeth, and his whimpers become gasping groans. His back arches, body curving into the one settled so neatly on his lap, and oh, oh, he's close. So close.]

"Mukuro-sama, ahn... Please..."

[The priest's inner conflict was so well worn and rehearsed that Mukuro could practically read his mind. To sin or not sin. To live with guilt or to live with pleasure. It was an easy choice to make, as far as Mukuro was concerned. People could try to pretend that they were better than their nature or species, but having watched countless civilizations rise and fall, there were very few that were. Struggling against one's own desire seemed pointless, and he was glad to see that the priest was starting to understand that, if only bit by bit.

If his smirk was smug before, it would be unbearable now, his eyes sharpening as Chikusa Kakimoto called out to him, and Mukuro answered with a soft laugh, scraping his teeth against the shell of his ear. It wasn't just about being called his name, but it felt like a victory. Like there was one less obstacle in the way to getting the priest to fall into temptation.]

"Yes. Anything for you, my cute little priest."

[He pressed their mouths back together, wrapping his arms around the priest to draw him in closer. He quickened his movement, biting the priest's bottom lip.]

[That laughter, soft and pleasantly dragging through his ear, makes him feel like a mistake, but he can't fight it. He can't fight the words, the feel of those teeth, those arms wrapping around his body in a mockery of a lover's embrace to entrap him.]

[Because that's what this is. A trap. And Chikusa is utterly ensnared.]

[All his guilt and aggravation at his own weaknesses can come later. God knows that's what's always happened before. In the now, he presses further into the demon's embrace and the soft noises he makes are swallowed up in their kiss. Clumsily, he tries to return Mukuro's attention with a swipe of his own tongue, but he's far too distracted by the friction between them. It stutters his mouth in soft gasps, lodges his mind from any train of thought...]

[...and soon sends him tumbling over the edge, legs locked and trembling as he curls into Mukuro with a helpless moan.]

[For all that Chikusa Kakimoto would believe that this was a one sided ordeal, where it was only a trap for one of them, Mukuro would have to disagree. Those fumbling kisses are enough to move Mukuro, to make him need more, to want to pull him closer and closer until he was in his skin. Those soft gasps were like nails down his back, raking pleasure through him rough and heady. And holding the priest as he finally came made Mukuro press a kiss more tenderly than he had given in some time against his mouth, then along his neck. Getting what he wanted hadn't satisfied him enough to make him bored of the situation. No, it made him want more and more.

Even as Chikusa Kakimoto moaned into him, he wanted to clamber off him to finish what he had started earlier. He wanted to teach him as much pleasure as was physically possible in one night, then continue on during the day. And wasn't that an issue?]

"Say it again, Chikusa Kakimoto."

[He ran a hand gently through the other man's hair, leaning back far enough to take in his handiwork.]

[Just like the night before, aftershocks of orgasm leave him limp and defenseless. As Mukuro pulls away, he slumps back against the couch. Ah. So this is what it means to be boneless- muscles loose and relaxed, his head lost in a soft fog, and the only thing keeping him grounded is the demon's touch as he strokes attentive fingers through his hair.]

[So nice. What a pity it's such a sin, in more ways than one.]

[Still so sensitive immediately after orgasm, and he jerks slightly again as Mukuro shifts his weight on his lap. His eyes slide shut- from exhaustion or some remnants of embarrassment at the words that obligingly and quietly fall from his lips.]

"Mukuro-sama... "

[As if by coincidence, the marks that have been bitten into his flesh throb, and his breath catches in his throat.]

[He could definitely get used to watching Chikusa Kakimoto as he settled into a blissful haze of pleasure, drinking in how utterly relaxed and content he looked. Yet people would call this a sin, being sated and happy. As far as he was concerned, people who suffered for no reason and had to inflict that suffering on others were the real sinners.

Hearing his name on the priest's lips made him shudder, smirk widening as he leaned into press an almost affection kiss against the priest's mouth, swinging one leg over so he would be off of his lap completely.]

"Did you find that preferable to yesterday, priest?"

[Look he just wanted to know what Chikusa Kakimoto was into. It was totally innocent and not for nefarious purposes at all.]

[Eyes closed like this, he could almost believe the intentions behind the kiss are sincere. But then that weight settles besides him and that self satisfied tone rolls out, and he remembers their roles.]

[Coming to, at least a little bit, he turns his head away and starts to straighten.]

"...I told you I didn't want to come. "

[He rubs at his mouth with the back of his hand, as though it's possible to wipe away the feeling of their kiss that easily.]

"The sensation in my underwear is disgusting."

"Yet you didn't seem to want to let me go. You can see my dilemma, priest."

[The fact that the priest was attempting to wipe away all evidence of what just happened was irritating, but not unexpected. It was a cycle with this one. Resist, sin anyway, regret it and take it out on Mukuro. Some days he wondered who amongst them was the most dishonest.

With a small sigh, Mukuro stood up, heading back over to the kitchen.]

"I would offer to get rid of that sensation for you, but it seems as if you've had enough help from me in one day."

[The faint color of exertion on his cheeks blooms into a more brilliant red at Mukuro's words.]

"I... was trying to stop you from moving so vigorously. It was too intense. "

[And then, of course, it stopped becoming an attempt at that, and something else entirely. He's well aware.]

[Trying to ignore the sticky feeling of his underwear clinging to his skin, he tugs up his pants again and huffs.]

"The help you're thinking of is just another opportunity for more lewd acts."

[That was only going to get a pointedly look and smirk out of Mukuro as his gaze drifted down to Chikusa Kakimoto's soiled underwear.]

"Clearly."

[Which was probably the shortest sentence he had ever spoken in his life. Laughing as he swanned into the kitchen, taking the kettle off the stove. The water in it had long since evaporated, and while this was all a figment of his making, he would prefer it not to go down in flames.]

"Would you complain if it was? So far you seem to be enjoying yourself."

[...For fucks sake, Mukuro]

[Doing his damndest to ignore the way his face is burning, Chikusa completely does his pants up to hide the visual evidence of what's just been done. A conversation between them can never pass without at least one lewd comment, can it?]

"We're both well aware that I would complain. [Let's not even pretend otherwise] It's a purely physical enjoyment, besides. I can't stop my body from feeling pleasure."

"You know how to make a demon feel special, Chikusa Kakimoto."

[It was said dryly enough, Mukuro's mouth pulling downwards slightly, and he turned his attention back to the cabinets, debating on continuing to make tea. How long would he linger here after he'd received his reward? Perhaps it was best to leave soon, before the priest started asking too many questions.]

"But you've tried, haven't you priest? You wouldn't have lasted so long, otherwise."

[He poked his head out from the kitchen, smirking victoriously.]

"If that's all, I'll take my leave."

[He's tried.... Taking a breath, still fully red, Chikusa forces himself not to shy away from making eye contact.]

"...Yes. I didn't want to come so easily merely because you- [His stoic but reddened expression threatens to fall apart for a moment from sheer embarrassment.] -happened to graze me. "

[Right, let's call it that.]

"You don't plan on coming again tomorrow night, right?"

['Graze'. Well, that was one way to put it. It made Mukuro's shoulders shake with mirth as he laughed, turning his face away from the priest first. My, my, what a pleasant surprise. It seemed like no matter what Mukuro tried, he couldn't exactly break the priest's spirit. It was refreshing, in a way.

Though he could definitely be very rude and unwelcoming, for a priest.]

"I'll give you time to recover from being grazed by me."

[He turned back to face him in amusement. Yup, never going to let him forget that choice of words.]

"Until next time, Chikusa Kakimoto."

[Also he had to hurry up and do more good deeds before the priest could check in on them.]

[It's a good thing that dream ends there- Chikusa's burning cheeks carry into the waking world from his chagrin. So do other things, of course, but that's what morning showers and prayer are for.]

[For a full day, he continues on with what has become his new normal. There are hints of the old, of course, a schedule and dedication to the church he's determined to hold onto even with all that's happened. The new is mainly his prayers for forgiveness, and his quietly awkward attempts to fit into a world he seems so detached from. The promise of time given is a relief, at least, for him to recover from the things he's done.]

[Frankly, he needs it. Kisses and brief grinds of their bodies- that's one thing. But now it feels as if his body has been awakened to desire. Even just taking a regular shower reminds him of eyes roaming his body and a commanding tone that makes him quiver. Pants he once could wear with no problem now feel too tight, reminding him of a pressure trapping him against his own couch. The thoughts torment him for a whole day and then some.]

[Things change on the third day.]

[The third day after his last visit from the demon, after all, is when he finishes checking in on all the individuals and families he requested help for.]

[Honestly, he almost misses the discrepancy. Things check out, at first. If he were less careful, less observant, surely he'd miss it. But... Chikusa is intelligent when it comes to things that aren't emotions or desire. Memorization, numbers, schedules- his mind is a logical one despite religion playing such an intrinsic role in his occupation.]

[It hits him, at the end of his day at the church: there's no possible way anything could have been done, even without his knowing, on the second night he came to him.]

[Cleaning inbetween the pews, Chikusa freezes. A part of his mind recoils from the idea, but it's such a small part. The rest of him starts going over all the information again, letting his body carry on as it is, and no. No he's not forgetting something, not misconstruing something.]

[He was lied to.]

[It's very simple. Unsurprising, even. Demons lie. How long has he been told that fundamental truth? Seen it be proven exorcism after exorcism? Yet even with that knowledge and experience, he withdraws into himself, cold and distant as he returns to his minuscule home. It's almost strange, in a way. He goes about his schedule just like usual, superficially the same as normal, but...]

[It hits him after his evening prayer, laying in bed. Out of nowhere, a surprise sledgehammer to his chest, he sucks in a wet breath and finds his eyes stinging. Even stranger, he finds himself wanting to laugh at his own folly instead of necessarily sob.]

["I'm curious about you." Ha. "A rare human, enough to pique my interest." Ha. He'd denounced them as lies, but did he believe them in the end? Did he want to believe them? Or maybe they were truths, but demons lie so how could you distinguish truth from falsehood in the end? Or maybe he's thinking too much of it in that area. Perhaps it really was the physical that got to him in the end- not only the blinding pleasure but a brush of fingers, a tender encounter of lips, arms wrapping around him like he matters.]

[His life really is so pitifully empty if he's become so hungry for attentions, no matter if they're from a demon.]

[The next day finds him feeling hollow, realization having wiped him clean of everything besides a weariness that penetrates his very bones. It occurs to him, over a simple lunch, that he can't let this continue.]

[He's being used. That much is painfully obvious. He's straying from God's light- has been ever since he agreed to call the demon again. And...]

[...There's no one in his life. Not truly. Even the people who have taken him in as family reach out only as obligation, he knows that now. Still. Still. He has his pride. He's not so pathetic that he'll let himself be strung along by a demon as his only comfort.]

[Bitterness, the burning flickers of anger, and Chikusa tries to distract himself from them. He goes out again, trying to find more things to fill his life. He makes plans in his head, slapdash bones for the future, a future on his own and without any infernal dreams.]

[He thinks over words. A lot of words.]

[And, most importantly of all, Chikusa waits for the next dream to welcome him in his sleep.]

[For the week that Mukuro was away, he did his share of good deeds, buoyed by the sight of Chikusa Kakimoto as he had came and also the sound of his name on his lips.

Or, he wished that had been enough to sustain him. Doing good deeds, even when mixed in with nefarious ones, were taking their toll on him. Going against his nature was more along the lines of reverting to who he had been before, a blind sycophant who had craved god's attentions wholly for his own. His cute little Chrome had told him over and over again that he was far too possessive for his own good, that he shouldn't pass judgement on those she had created, but instead learn to love them and guide them. To that, Mukuro had only countered that Chrome had made him specifically to be the way he was, no more no less, and that the humans she had created she had judged just as harshly if not more so. After all, Mukuro had, on her orders, wiped out entire cities for solely for blasphemy.

But he supposed, Chrome had the same failings that her precious mortals had. She couldn't embrace what she truly wanted, and wavered. She had saw Mukuro as a source of temptation and not of truth, and in the end had cast him out.

It had been eons since he had thought of those times, but doing good deeds made his wings itch as if they were covered in feathers, could almost hear the hymns of heaven, and if he closed his eyes, could see the pearly gates themselves. If he were weaker, he might have been moved by such things but no longer. He waited until those visions passed before even thinking of visiting Chikusa Kakimoto. Perhaps going against his nature, even to ensnare an intriguing priest, had been a poor idea.

Once he trusted himself to be unchanged, he once against visited the priest in his sleep, bustling around in the kitchen since he had been derailed the last time when he had been making tea.]

"Perhaps you should try other flavors, or would you stick to lemon, priest?"

[It was asked offhandedly, Mukuro setting the kettle on the stove.]

[The only thing Chikusa is surprised about when he opens his eyes into a mimic of is dark room is that it's taken so long. Despite the temptation to immediately change, he stays as he is, clothed in his simple sleep clothes as he goes out to his apartment.]

"...And what would you recommend as a change of page?"

[Softly said, no hint of his tumultuous emotions. Good.]

"Jasmine or a Breakfast tea."

[Mukuro said after thoughtful consideration, setting the mugs out. Though perhaps that was too much of a leap for a man so set in his ways. He turned to face the priest fully, canting his head to the side as he smirked at him.]

"Or should we talk about something else?"

"...I suppose I've heard good things about jasmine tea. "

[It won't hurt for one night. Besides, might as well allow this one indulgence with the things he has planned.]

[With no hesitation, he steps into the kitchen and takes a seat at his little table. It reminds him of some of their first conversations, when things had seemed simpler. If only they had stuck to that. But they haven't, and he clasps his hands together on the clean wood.]

"After tea. There are some different things I want to talk with you about, actually."

[Or, rather, over it.]

"Perhaps trying new foods should be on your list of things to do to enrich your life."

[It was said with a small smirk as he selected the various teas, pausing at the mention of a 'talk'. There were only two ways that could go, in Mukuro's experience. Either it was a good thing, where Chikusa Kakimoto had finally conceded defeat to his desires and was ready for whatever Mukuro had in store with him.

However, far more often, it was the second course. Where the conversation became one that he couldn't sweet talk his way out of and somehow his wings were torn from his back and he was cast out of the only home he'd ever known. Or something to that effect.

He turned his mismatched gaze to the priest, expression still bordering on smug.]

"How unprecedented. What would you like to talk about? More about demons and their weaknesses? Clothes? The inevitable fall of man?"

"Something like that. "

[A very vague answer, and one which probably says enough about which course this conversation will go.]

[Chikusa doesn't turn to make eye contact- not because, like so many other times, he's embarrassed, but simply because he's tired. He just wants to get this over with, really. This has gone on long enough.]

[What a weak response. For once, Mukuro didn't bother to prod the priest along further, searching his expression as the water boiled. Even though Mukuro hadn't visited him for a week, he looked like he hadn't been sleeping well.

Once the water was the proper temperature, he poured it into the two mugs, bringing the steeping tea and the sugar bowl to the table, placing one mug in front of the priest and the other in front of him. He kept his eyes on the young priest's face, expression neutral.]

"Speak, priest."

[As the mugs are brought to the table, Chikusa wraps his fingers around the warm porcelain and lets the heat comfort him. It's something to distract his mind from its own problems and emotions, which is the most he can ask for, he supposes.]

"Thank you. "

[Blowing on the tea to cool it, he organizes the words in his mind once more just to be sure of himself before speaking.]

As a demon... it's in your nature to know the weaknesses of humans, isn't it? More than anyone else, you should be familiar with them.

[How strange. The priest was acting very odd, and it was setting Mukuro on edge. He couldn't recall the priest ever thanking him for anything before, and it made him frown slightly.

Nevertheless, he would ride this out and try to see where the priest was going. He stirred sugar into his tea idly, watching the priest's expression as he spoke.]

"It's not difficult, considering all humans have the same weakness. But go on."

[It had been a long time since he had been unsure of where a conversation was going, exactly, and while he had some good guesses, they weren't comforting. He hadn't liked it the last time, and he had a good feeling he wouldn't like it now.]

[Funnily enough, it's the same kind of expression Mukuro had been so eager to wipe from his face during their first encounter: patient and blank and dutiful. It's not a completely accurate expression for how he's truly feeling, but... it also doesn't feel wrong, either.]

[Careful of the heat, he takes a sip of tea.]

"And what would you say mine are? "

[The demon has never shied away from rubbing it in his face before- his hollow life, his disconnection, his lustful feelings. Chikusa wonders if he'll say the same things this time, or if being put off guard will have him default to lies.]

[Playing games and asking leading questions are all well and good, but only when Mukuro was the one doing so. He didn't appreciate the role reversal in the least, and he knew enough about these sort of interactions to know a trap being set when he saw one.

So instead, he took a sip of his tea, raising an eyebrow.]

"My, my Chikusa Kakimoto, have you delved into masochism so quickly? I believe they've already been pointed out, but you are fine with hearing them again?"

[There were some demons, Mukuro knew, who could read minds and who did so at great length. Mukuro was no such creature. He never cared much for the thoughts of others, and quite frankly, knowing would have driven him mad with the inanity of most of them. However now, he wished he had looked more into that art.

His talents had always lied more in detecting falsehoods, in knowing a person's darkest secrets. Now, it seemed like he was looking at a blank wall.]

"What is the purpose of this line of questioning, priest?"

[Avoidance. Well, that's interesting. Chikusa takes another sip of his tea, observing the demon across from him calmly. Even he can tell that Mukuro doesn't like this. There's no smug curve to his lips, and his eyes aren't narrowed piercingly. In fact, compared to the expressions Chikusa has seen on his face in the past, he's rather reserved. At least, in his opinion.]

[Good.]

"You're right... They have been pointed out. And, for a few days, I've been thinking on them. After all... I'm a priest. I've been a pious person for most of my life. Yet I've been letting you into my dreams, into my bed..."

[Setting the mug down, he clasps his hands together and rests them on the tabletop.]

"...Because I'm weak. Because it's nice to hear that someone, even a demon, might find value in me, or want to touch me in any way. "

"But I have no interest in those things if they're falsehoods. "

[Taking a breath, he looks straight into those mismatched eyes.]

"I'm ending the contract."

[Perhaps it had been a mistake to give the priest too much space, if he had spent it thinking about the transgressions he'd been performing instead of what Mukuro had done to him. Or perhaps his allure still wasn't strong enough or didn't have enough time to properly take root.

He frowned down into his mug of tea, meeting the priest's gaze steadily from beneath lowered lashes.]

"If they're not falsehoods, what then?"

[Because was that scarier or better?

The next statement came like a blow, Mukuro's eyes widening slightly in surprise. While he had thought the priest might come to his senses, he had believed that the window of time for that to happen had long since passed. He resisted the urge to get outwardly angry, instead forcing that rage and disbelief down to the pit of his stomach. What a miscalculation, and Mukuro hated being wrong or blindsided above most others.

He planted an elbow on the table, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he leaned forward, eyes sharp.]

"May I ask why?"

[Chikusa refuses to answer that first question. After all, what he thinks will be apparent as he meets those narrowed eyes and straightens his shoulders.]

[His answer is short and sweet.]

"You went against our contract."

[Now that was interesting. It hadn't been because the priest had come to his senses or because the guilt was weighing too heavily on him. No, it was almost business-like in a way, and Mukuro had to huff out a small laugh. Perhaps there was a way around this then, if that was the reason.

He took a sip of his tea, canting his head to the side slightly.]

"You'll have to be more precise, Chikusa Kakimoto. How did I do that exactly?"

[He wouldn't insult the priest's intelligence or waste their time by asking how he had found out. The priest was smart, after all, and while he might be entangled in lust, his methodical nature had been something that Mukuro had been drawn to.]

[He really has to explain it, does he? Chikusa lets out a breath. Fine. If that's how he wants to play it.]

"You took your payment before you did anything. You then lied to me that you did. "

[The response to that is something he's already expecting, so he keeps going before Mukuro can interrupt.]

"I know it's in a demon's nature... but I don't have to put up with it."

"I considered it an advanced payment. Doing good deeds isn't exactly easy for me, priest."

[My, my, of all the things that he thought would turn the priest off to him, he had never believed it would be a simple small white lie. It seemed ludicrous in the face of everything else, but he supposed this sort unpredictable reaction was why he had been drawn to the priest in the first place.

He straightened in his chair, taking a sip of tea.]

"I've done enough to cover that incident and the next. I'll require that payment as well, before we break the contract."

[Mukuro set his mug down on the table, smirking.]

"Since I don't expect you to believe me, I'll let you verify this until you're satisfied."

"Of course you did. "

[He's not even surprised. Lie after lie, excuse after excuse- this is why he has to stop this agreement in its tracks. Things like this start out small, inconspicuous, but how long until bigger truths are being hidden from his face?]

[Of all things, he thinks of his mother, and purses his lips down at the mug set in front of him. He'd rather have nothing than falsehoods.]

"...I'll look into it tomorrow, then. That's the only other meeting I'll allow like this. After that, I'm not going to go along with this anymore."

"Let me know when you've verified everything to your liking, then call for me."

[Mukuro took another sip of his tea, sitting back in his chair, posture immaculate.]

"Though this seems rather harsh for one white lie, priest. Are you this way with others who've strayed from the truth or am I just that fortunate?"

[It was a cheap card, but Mukuro had never claimed any of the higher ground for himself.]

[Oh, is that how he wants to play? Chikusa raises an eyebrow coolly.]

"When that white lie forces someone such as a priest to break one of their vows... "

"So yes, it is you who is so fortunate."

"Is that how you see it?"

[It was asked softly, Mukuro's tone almost deadly. He resisted the urge to make any sort of violent movement, instead settling for flicking his gaze fully onto the priest's face, red eye practically aflame.]

"Let me remind you then of the facts, priest. After the first few meetings, you called me to you, not the other way around. I didn't threaten or harm you until you drafted that contract, merely suggested it. I certainly didn't spend a painstaking amount of time crafting that contract, I merely signed at the bottom. You were free, as you are doing now, to break it at any time."

[Mukuro's mouth was a thin displeased line, his eyes narrowing.]

"So forgive me priest, if I find it laughable that you say I forced you to do anything. But if it helps you, blame me all you like."

[As Mukuro speaks, Chikusa draws in further in onto himself. His clutched hands draw a little closer, and his shoulders pull in a little further.]

[What else can he say?]

"I know. "

[A slow deep breath that only shakes somewhat.]

"But you lied when you knew I wouldn't go along with that encounter otherwise. What else am I supposed to call it? "

"...I'm not going to let you have a chance again. Simple as that. That's what happens when you lie- everything else becomes suspect. You had the odds against you from the start."

"You wouldn't have?"

[Mukuro canted his head to the side, one eyebrow raised pointedly, but he would leave it at that for now. He had already made his point, and Chikusa Kakimoto was pulling away from him even further. This was delicate territory, and he doubted continuing to badge the priest would help his case any further.

He got up with a small sigh, going to the sink to dump out the rest of his cup, leaving it there. No point in playing house in a dream.]

"If you can find me someone who will always tell you the truth, I would find this punishment fair."

[He turned to face the priest fully, mouth downturned.]

"But it is as you say. One lie is enough to undo all else that I've done, and I should have known that this was a temporary arrangement from the beginning. If only that knowledge would have saved me from becoming invested."

["Becoming invested". Even now, more pretty lies. Lies Chikusa knows he wants to hear, wants to believe in.]

[He thinks he really hates it.]

"I'll call you when I'm done making sure you've done as you've said. "

[Yet when he wakes up, funnily enough, Chikusa finds that he feels worse than any time he's woken up after the demon's hands have been on him. It's that empty hole in him, now, something that's been pointed out to him and which he can never ignore again. Playing along with those dreams, thinking someone was actually interested in him...]

[Donning his usual wear, all Chikusa can do is sigh at his reflection- the same one of a tool for the church doing his duty.]

[Maybe something like that isn't in fate's hand for him.]

[Diligently, Chikusa makes sure to go check in on families and his information. It'd almost be a relief if the demon was lying again, but no. Everything clears out. He could go more indepth, make the demon wait, except where would that get him? He's so tired, he just wants it all to be done with. So, at the end of the day when he comes home, Chikusa doesn't even wait. He merely writes the demon's name on their contract, calling him, and immediately goes to sleep in the very same thing as he's wearing.]

[It's surprisingly easy to fall asleep so quickly.]

[There was really nothing left to do but wait. Mukuro followed the priest along throughout the days, searching his face for any expression of his thoughts, but he was oddly unreadable. No detectable sin or dark emotions that he could use to help further his cause. It was as distressing as it was interesting. It was hard to believe this was the same priest who had pleasured himself so shamelessly in front of him or who had moaned his name with true heat.

Mukuro considered playing coy and waiting a few days in order to postpone the next conversation, but as if truly summoned, he found himself sitting in near the windowsill, thumbing through the priest's sketchbooks.]

"What should I request for this last time, priest?"

"Have you ever really requested anything...?"

[Ah. Even in dreams, there's that sense of exhaustion weighing him down. Chikusa stays where he is for a moment, eyes closed and his body still, before reluctantly pushing himself up. He dusts off his cassock as he stands- it's a little shameful that he fell asleep in it, really, but it can't be helped.]

"You're always the one who's decided what we'd do."

"All the more reason to listen to you, if this is the last time."

[Mukuro flicked his gaze up to the priest's face, smirking slightly. Well, he could think of exactly what he wanted to request when the priest was wearing his uniform, but he could behave for now. He was confident that this wouldn't be the last time, even if that confidence might be a bit misplaced.]

"I'm curious as to what you might want to do. Surely there's something."

[Curious... Yes, Chikusa is sure he is. But that's a problem. Crossing his arms, he stares impassively down at the demon.]

"Should I make it that easy for you?"

"My, my priest, I should have known you would prefer things to be hard."

For the record, Mukuro was going to look entirely too pleased with himself.]

"If you insist, I have no objections."

[And that's when Chikusa just straight up left the room]

[No, really, he's making right for the door]

Mukuro just had a good little cackle before he followed after him, mouth curled upwards in amusement.]

"Should I come back when you have an actual answer? Though you can't tell me you haven't given it some thought, priest."

[That seems to be enough to make him stop, twisting around on his heel to face Mukuro again and not caring how close they are when he does it.]

"Perhaps I have. But why does it matter? I want this done with. Stop playing coy with me."

"Then tell me priest."

[Mukuro leaned forward, close enough that just another few centimeters would have their mouths brushing against either, his eyes flicking up to Chikusa Kakimoto's face.]

"I told you, didn't I? I was interested in you. That includes your desires."

"My desire is for you to leave me alone. "

[Amongst many other things, two in particular were imprinted into Chikusa at a young age: have good posture and stay out of the way. Just because he'd grown to be impressively tall had not changed the latter lesson, and it shows in many of his more subtle movements.]

[Keeping a distance, avoiding contact, holding his hands together or at his sides...]

[Never has he ever used his height to intimidate or coerce people into doing what he's wanted.]

[Yet, subconsciously aware of the advantage he has in that area, he starts to press forward against Mukuro with one hand rising up to press against his chest in an effort to guide the demon up against one of the apartment walls.]

"Simple."

"Is it really?"

[Forgive him, if he didn't look too convinced, his mouth curved up mockingly as always. Perhaps this once, when he wanted to win the most, he'd be proven wrong, but he sincerely hoped not. Or at the very least, that this wasn't the priest's sole desire.

While he was sure there were mortals who might be intimidated by that show of height, Mukuro knew who was really in control here. He let himself be guided towards the wall, stopping only when his back hit the wall, canting his head to the side.]

"I want to hear you say it if it's so simple."

[That things aren't going as smoothly and quickly as he wants is... infuriating. Waiting for the demon to contact him again after the realization of his deceit had been bad enough. Now that he's so close to being done with this whole affair...]

"...Touch me. Like you have before. "

[Leaning down, he brushes their lips together.]

"You can do that much, can't you?"

[Rare, how rare that the priest would take initiative. If one could call it that. Sighing, Mukuro turned his face away from him, closing his eyes pointedly.]

"And if I don't want to? The mood is hardly good enough for it."

[...He quite literally swears to God, Mukuro.]

[For a moment, Chikusa can only blankly stare, wondering how on earth this can possibly be his life. All that saying he wanted that last payment for services rendered, trying to pester him to make a move... and now this.]

[Taking a slow deep breath, he pulls away and exhales into his palms as his fingers nudge at the bridge of his nose.]

"...Then leave. And stop bothering me."

Leave with the contract unfulfilled? Perhaps just this once.

[Almost tenderly, Mukuro rolled up onto his toes so he could press a kiss against Chikusa Kakimoto's fingers, murmuring almost tenderly.]

"But contract or no contract, I can't do the second. I told you didn't I, priest?"

[That he would never leave him alone. Guess he only told the most unfortunate kinds of truths.]

[Just like the first time they'd met, Chikusa swipes his fingers along his cassock to wipe away any trace of Mukuro's mouth on his skin.]

"...You've told me a lot of things. You've also told me lies. That could simply be another one of them, if only you'd be so kind. "

[Because that's what it would be- a kindness to get out of his life, to stop stringing Chikusa along on things he isn't sure he can believe but so desperately wants, to let him figure out how to put his life together so that it's not so hollow.]

[But he's a demon. Chikusa isn't expecting much.]

[Irritation pricked along Mukuro's skin at the sight of the priest wiping his saliva away as if it was something disgusting and unwanted, as if he hadn't been so eager beneath him just days ago.

He sighed, gently pushing the priest away from him as he stepped away from the wall, tipping his chin up to look at him fully, mouth down turned.]

"It'd be a kindness to us both, but since when has a demon ever been known for kindness?"

[He flicked his hair out of his face in annoyance, turning away from him.]

"For now, I'll leave you be. Enjoy your life, Chikusa Kakimoto. It was fun while it lasted."