A/N: I couldn't get the idea for this out of my head after listening to Subway to Sally's "Das Messer". There will be a second part that I'll upload during the next few days so stay tuned =)
Katekyo Hitman Reborn! ©Akira Amano
This story ©Silbermondie
Mukuro had always liked to play. Even in his plan to take over Vongola by replacing its tenth boss with himself he had hidden his little games.
First there was the one with Decimo's little skylark, Hibari Kyoya. In the beginning it was his favourite sport to tease the boy until he snapped, just to show him that he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.
But over time his preferences changed and soon his absolute favourite was to tease the young Decimo himself. Once he had found out just how easy it was to make the boy blush he found it alluring and almost intoxicating to make him show it again and again.
He even went as far as to flirt with Vongola's tenth generation boss, just to see him with that red stain on his cheeks.
After he was released from Vendicare prison after they fought Demon Spade he had gotten his fair share of a blushing Sawada Tsunayoshi and it didn't surprise him at all when the boy approached him one day to confess his love for him.
After all this was a game and Rokudo Mukuro liked to win his games thoroughly.
And wasn't his victory even sweeter if it meant to devour his prey to such an extent? If it meant to humiliate him like this?
And what a pleasurable victory it was! He saw Sawada Tsunayoshi blush in ways and in shades of red he hadn't seen yet. He would even dare to say that he was the first person ever to see this.
And he would make sure that he remained the only one. The only person who should be allowed to make the boy moan and arch his back should be him, his master, Rokudo Mukuro.
The illusionist liked the sound of that.
But when he woke up the next morning, the young Vongola still by his side, sleeping peacefully he felt a bit weird about his plan. The sensation didn't stay long since he was too focussed on it but he felt that it had definitely been a warning from his heart. He shouldn't let the boy come too close or it would interfere.
Slightly annoyed he shook the thought off and looked down at the young Mafioso.
A smirk made its way onto his face.
Maybe he would still let him out once in a while. But just in order to enjoy his true reactions, his blushes and moans.
Only to taste the bitter sweetness of his victory.