Undecided
Disclaimer: Don't own KHR, or ANYTHING related to it.
Rating: T (For indirect...direct..? lemon... I don't know.)
Pairing: 6996 (or, for people not so good with numbers, MukuChrome)
Author's Note: Lemons, lolz. Yeah, I'm getting risky. One side is sweet, and the other's just a bit sour. Mukuro is a bit confusing to write for. Remember: R + R...Oh, boy.
The sheets twist, as she moans oh-so quietly. He's trying to keep it down, but against Mukuro's will, Chrome is just not able to contain herself. His own illusion by her mind, is slowly slipping. The frame creaks, her nails digging into his shoulders.
She cries. And, he can only find himself panting softly- his limbs tremble with each motion. Mukuro can feel her legs wrap around his waist, helping his darling Chrome to keep with him; she always seems to be trying so hard, for him. Mukuro doesn't mind, then rewards her with a gentle kiss.
He'll give her more, to be given the satisfaction back. His existence in the fragile girl is something he plans to hold on to. Even if this means to bring the bond closer, at any expense.
Chrome was willing to give herself to Mukuro, and he didn't mind the idea at all. It was another way for her to remind him how loyal she was- how willing Chrome was, to give her body for him, his use. In his mind, is was two-sided, though.
At first, Rokudo Mukuro had found her, beckoning death's arrival. He found her, in a dream: his "Darling Nagi" more than just an excellent vessel. She confided in her master. He would be told of everything Chrome did, saw, wanted to do. With that, the illusionist could easily control her body, if it was ever truly needed. In a sense, Chrome is the epitaph of Mukuro's freedom, or as far as it could get. So, anything by his hands, with her desire, Mukuro could accomplish with Chrome.
Give, and you will receive.
His eyes focus on Chrome. Her face contorts, as her hips buck up. Something below stirs, tightens. She sings his voice in ways it almost melts Mukuro. That is where he finds himself at a cross, when his arm pulls her body close, the pace of his hips wanting....craving.
Not just her body, but all of Chrome. Every inch. Every piece.
Without Chrome, Mukuro knows he could use others for his purpose, but...
There is something about Chrome he can't see himself denying. Her innocence is refreshing, always welcome to his tainted tastes. In any dream, at any time, Mukuro was warmed within the company of his sheepish companion. They speak of intimate things- above all, kept between their ears alone, and share a closeness that not even his other comrades have had. Mukuro's trust in Chrome's abilities was also undoubtedly perfect. She had yet to have let him down. Mukuro knows he is more than thankful for her own strengths, even if he has to give her a push, a simple tug, some times.
As Mukuro nuzzles her throat, Chrome arches. It's nearly over. It's a calling like none other Mukuro had heard; yearning, need, passion. He shudders, then feels himself reach a high, whispering Chrome's name. It sets off alarms in Mukuro's head. His tone matches exactly the female's own, with fervor. Fingers gnarled into cobalt hair, as lips collide. Forms blend together, clutching each other.
Then, moments later, before she releases him, Mukuro wonders. Maybe, if even more than just a simple body shared...Is it more? Something deeper? A person, and not just another puppet...
There you go. This drabble was bought to you, courtesy of the cover song "Wicked Game" by HIM. I love that song. D: I hope you all liked it, and Mukuro was pretty clear. I mean...he did take her body, to get closer to Tsuna, but it does seem like he's gotten pretty close to little Chrome. I know I adore these two together. Please, review, if you want.