Rating: M - Just to be safe.
Disclaimer: Amano Akira-sensei owns Reborn! and it's characters; I solely us them for writing funtimes.
Author's Note: For the record, I actually really like Mukuro. He's just too great an antagonist to pass up.
Fran found himself at a near-constant loss for words, when it came to his life.
Perhaps, a part of him still wished he would have stopped putting himself in such situations. Perchance, another part of him sincerely enjoyed being situated in such harmful predicaments. But right now?
As mature hands caressed soft skin, lips sinfully more experienced than his own descending onto his clavicle, he wouldn't dare to pull away. Nor would he begin to implore for the other to cease. Neither would he hate himself for allowing the older male to submiss him in such a pathetically degrading stance he was bent in.
He couldn't.
Not when that poisonous voice cooed sweet falsifications; nor as his virginity was stolen so willfullly. He'd grown far too attached to the diabolically noxious ways of his sultry shushou, that it was vital for such an act to occur between them. It was Fran's fix - his drug; his wanton; his burden to bear - as his hips trembled from the sheer ecstasy pulsing to and fro the illusionists.
Acknowledging that, mayhap, Mukuro disliked him to a grand extent - the austere fact he was the one in his bed, whimpering his name aloud - meant he was also an essential part of the other's life, as well.
…Right?
The thought that one day, or sooner, his shushou would - and could - simply kill him off clouded his mind. Constantly. Persistently. Daily. And not once did it forget to leave the traces of fear and mortification in it's wake.
However, as the two achieved a mutual climax, Fran began to cry.
He cried, because it hurt so badly; the way his eyes stung and his throat felt raw. He sobbed raucously - piously - because their was a great possibility his beloved other might not have heard him. He hiccuped incessantly, because his moans were stymied by their induced bodily tremors. He hated his shushou with a passion as great as the one he loved him with.
- because Mukuro always made him profess it aloud, without any signs of reconcile or consideration of returning the emotion.