Title: A Tidbit of Liberty
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Akira Amano.
Pairing: Byakuran/Mukuro
Rating: R
Warning: BL, blood, crackiness, PWP, and some OOCnesses
"Which flavor would you like, Mukuro-kun?"
Byakuran asked, smiling sweetly as he addressed the bloody blue haired-beauty inescapably chained to his king-size bed. He was, after all, a king…or at least, decent enough to be one.
Well, he was once or twice called 'The One and Only Sadistic King of Wonderfully Glamorous Flowers' by those lovely little sardonic lips he had grown addicted to kissing and making bleed. His now one-eyed prisoner was so addictive he couldn't stop having; knowing those screams and incontrollable moans were the sweetest, especially when he succeeded in drawing them out of his prisoner's unwillingness.
But today, he decided to try something new for a change. He would show his 'Slave Queen' that the King was not only…sadistic but also generous enough to grant the Queen a tidbit of liberty.
So…right. Back to the question.
"Peach n' cream, strawberry, cherry, chocolate & marshmallow, honey or passion fruit?"
The white haired-don's smile grew brighter as he ran his long fingers playfully across each lube's lids, humming a tune that was both musical and annoying enough to make Mukuro's constant smile twitch.
"Oh? And what are you up to today, my beloved King?" The illusionist, still, managed to make a cackle, tilting his pretty yet bloody head to the side to add a supposedly innocent effect despite his nudity and all the evidences of semen and blood having been spilled on the once clean bed sheet.
"Why, my Queen," The white haired-don crooned sweetly, playing along with the game he had come to like. "You should be grateful and happy that I grant you the liberty to choose the flavor of today's lube. It should be fair, given that I am the one who choose the decorating flowers for this room in order to specially suit you."
One beautiful blue eye narrowed slightly yet dangerously.
Bluebottles. Delicacy.
How insulting…
Still, the captured illusionist laughed. "Kufufu. Am I that honored to be thought of as so fragile?"
The hollow amusement in his laughter matched the empty socket of his right eye as the heavy chain sang a clink.
It was then that Byakuran decided.
"Chocolate & marshmallow is good."
And then, he sealed those cynical lips.
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"Actually…" Mukuro finally spoke up after he had endured the fifth bloody round. "I prefer pineapple."