MIS: Mafia Investigative Service
"I'm going to use it against you. I'm going to use it, to use you."
Mukuro couldn't breathe. Panic started to rise inside of him. 'He knows, why the hell does he know?' Lying in the dirt, his face pressed to the ground and a psychotic maniac sitting on his back he started to remember. He remembered the pain, the humiliation, he remembered them laughing at him, touching him. He could hear their voices, telling him about what they were going to do to him; he could taste the overwhelming fear that overcame him. He could feel himself break, losing control. It was all coming back up again. He felt so sick, so dirty, tainted.
"Oh? What's wrong Mukuro kun, you're shaking." He was able to hear the damn smirk the other had on his face for sure.
Not too far away there was a flash of lightning accompanied by a roar of thunder. "Oh my, looks like it's going to rain very soon. I think we should go somewhere seeking shelter. How about we go to my house Mukuro kun? It's really near." 'His house?' Mukuro had to suppress a shudder.
"Kufufufu, it's not like I have a choice anyway, right?" The indigo haired man honestly didn't felt like laughing at all, but Byakuran had already seen enough of his real feelings. "Fuhahaha, not just beautiful but also smart. And so cocky despite the situation. Mukuro kun I think I like you more and more every passing second, though I have to say that seeing you trembling with fear is quite a delicious sight. " The teen growled. He didn't like being called beautiful and delicious at all.
Suddenly the fallen angel got up and pulled Mukuro with him. He was so surprised at the abrupt action that he almost kissed the floor once more. When he caught his balance again he looked up only to see Byakuran holding his trident. "I just don't want you to try and do something stupid. Come on now, I'm leading the way for you." The angelic smile covered up the evil smirk he has had just a second ago.
When Byakuran started to walk away Mukuro followed him. He already knew that there was no chance of escape so why waste energy and try? Staring at the back of his tormentor he felt somewhat defeated. It pissed him off. Some day he was definitely going to make this maniac pay.
Mukuro's eyebrow twitched. He couldn't belief it. "Your house?" Byakuran smiled at him. "Yup this is where I live. You don't like it?" The teen was silent for a second, staring at the huge and magnificent mansion before him. "That's not a house, it's a fucking palace!" He already knew that most of the Mafias, especially the well known ones, had a thing for big and elegant places, but this was hilarious. 'Why the hell does he need something so big?' "I know, I know, it's not the most modest home, but I kinda liked it, so I bought it." Mukuro just stared at him in disbelief. At the moment he had completely forgotten that he was supposed to hate and fear that guy; He couldn't help but think that the angel was kind of a dreamer. "Anyway, let's go in."
The inside of the mansion was similar to the outside. Everything was big, elegant and simply beautiful, but there was also a lot of white. Mukuro didn't like white. That place has had a lot of white too.
In the halls and hallways were a lot of people, busy with doing whatever they were doing. Whenever Byakuran walked past some of them they would always bow like the good subordinates they were. Mukuro despised it, bowing down. It seemed to him that you threw away your pride with doing that. You admit that you are weaker than the one you are bowing to at your own free will. He couldn't understand why anyone would be doing anything like this.
They took the elevator, the elevator, up to the third floor. When its' doors opened more white was presented. "Welcome to my very own floor. It's the highest and nobody else but me is allowed to go here, except when I invite someone of course." The white haired man got out and so did Mukuro. "So I should feel honored I presume." Byakuran quietly laughed. "Yes, you could say that."
They got to a room with a desk, two couches and a big chair. Of course everything was white, even the flowers decorating the room. "Normally I would offer you a seat, but I don't want you to ruin my furniture." Mukuro lifted a brow and looked down on himself. He hadn't realized how dirty he was. Well, it was to be expected for he was pressed onto the filthy ground some time ago.
"I don't care. Just tell me what you want already." The sadistic angel laughed again. He couldn't stand the sound anymore. "So impatient Mukuro kun. Okay, I'll tell you now, so listen carefully." He didn't have to tell him that.
"First of all you have to know that some of my best men were killed over the last two weeks, but not just killed, tortured in the most evil ways. Not that I care about the loss, but this has been going on for way too long now and I still need my men. To me this is a declaration of war. The problem is that I don't know against whom I will have to fight. That's where you come into action." Mukuro listened, but he didn't like what he heard. He had a feeling that he knows where this was going.
"I think I know who knows about the one who seems to desperately want to challenge me, so you just have to go, infiltrate the Namimori corporation and get me the info I need." Mukuro's feeling was right, but there was something he didn't quite understand.
"Why do you need me for something like this? I know that you have an illusionist named Genkishi who should be capable of doing an easy task like that." Byakuran looked a bit surprised. "Wow, Mukuro kun really is well informed. Well, Genkishi isn't as good as you, in fact he's far away from it, but you are right. Normally he should be able to do it himself. The problem is that the leader of the Namimori cooperation is quite capable to recognize an illusionist at one glance. So you see, I need the best and that is you."
His bright smile was almost blinding Mukuro, but he was interested now. The Namimori corporation was a part of the Vongola Mafia family, which is, such as Byakuran's, one of the strongest. If he were to infiltrate it, maybe he could find a way to harm the Vongola. Yes, he would take on Byakuran's request and after he is done he would have to find a way to deal with the white obsessed man and with getting rid of him his secret would be safe again. Sure, this wasn't a matter of days, but he could wait. He waited years to get rid of them. His time would come and then he'll wipe away that irritating smirk.
"Well, how about it Mukuro kun? Are you doing it or do I have to threaten you again?" Mukuro smiled his sweetest smile. "No, I'll do it. I think I'll even have my fun." Byakuran seemed to be very pleased. "That's good. I knew you would finally like my idea, but one more thing. As long as you work for me you'll have to stay here. Don't let your friends know where you are, got that?" Mukuro didn't like it, but then again, what choice did he have?
"Good, follow me, you have to take a shower." The illusionist did what he was told without complaining. He really did need a shower.
They got to another room, a huge room, a huge bedroom, a huge white bedroom. Mukuro was confused. 'Didn't he say something of a shower?' "This here Mukuro kun is my bedroom. If you go straight to the end of the room where the bed is standing you'll see a door at the left side. Go through it and take a shower. In the meantime I'll put away you trident somewhere safe." 'Bastard.'
Why the hell is he even in his room? Maybe he's still thinking that Mukuro would do something stupid if he was alone.
Entering the bathroom he wasn't surprised to see more white. And he should life in a place like that? Anyway, he took off his clothes and the hair tie, walked the rest to the shower, stepped into it and turned the water on. After all what had happened tonight he finally relaxed a bit.
When Byakuran heard the noises of the shower he had already hidden the trident. As quiet as he could he entered the bathroom and replaced Mukuro's clothes with a silk bathrobe. 'Only the best for sweet little Mukuro kun.' The teen didn't seem to notice him, just like in the alley. Byakuran was pretty good at hiding his presence. When he was done he got out of the bathroom again.
I his bedroom again he walked over to the king size bed which, considering Byakuran's obsession was of course, white. He just loved the color. It was so pure and untainted. Nothing in the real world was like this.
But as much as he liked pure things, the tainted had their own attraction. Just like Mukuro. Nothing about him is pure, but still, he is beautiful. That's why he's going to have his way with the illusionist tonight. That and the fact that he just liked to torture him. He wanted to see how much he could take before he would break. Well, he told the beauty that he was going to use him, he just didn't tell him in how many different ways.
Turning around he faced a mirror. His white hair almost sparkled and his violet eyes had a spark in them that partially screamed that this man was cruel, but only a few can see it. The tattoo under his eye broke the image of a perfect face which had an insane smirk on it instead of the fake angelic smile. He looked dangerous, like a beast. He only turned away from his reflection when he didn't hear the sound of the shower anymore.
Mukuro got out of the shower only to find his clothes missing. Instead there was lying a, who would have guessed, white bath robe. That damn bastard had done it again, getting close to him without giving away his presence.
Seeing nothing else he put the robe on after he dried his body and hair with a towel. Silk. Why did the Mafia leader do something like this? Slightly confused he made his way to the door. Poor Mukuro didn't know about Byakuran's thoughts.
When he got out of the room he saw the white haired man standing in front of the mirror. "Where are my clothes?" Byakuran looked at him, something sparkling in his eyes. He didn't like it. "I threw them away because they were dirty. I'll get you some new one soon." Mukuro thought of himself dressed completely in white. "I'd prefer to get some myself."
"Anyway, since you said that I'm going to live here, do I have a room?" The smile on Byakuran's face diapered. Instead there was one of the evilest smirks the teen had ever seen, and he's seen a lot of them. "Yes, yes, you do have a room Mukuro kun." Something in the Millefiore leader's voice caused shivers to run down his spine. Something was definitely not right.
"In fact you are already standing in it." Mukuro stared at him, trying to suppress the sprouting fear in his chest. "Didn't you say this is your room?" The illusionist moved back a few steps. "Yes, you remember right, this is indeed my room." Byakuran slowly moved forward, reducing the distance between them yet again. "Why would you want me to stay in your room?" Mukuro was against the wall by now, his heart beating way too fast. He didn't want to hear the answer. "Because, Mukuro kun, we're going to have a lot of fun together." The white haired man was now standing directly in front of him. Their breaths were mixing when Byakuran leaned down to the teen's ear. "I'm going to make you bleed for me, scream my name in agony, begging for me to stop and there is nothing you can do about it. There is nothing you can do because if you try even the slightest thing I'll make sure that your worst nightmare will come true."
Byakuran had one hand on Mukuro's shoulders, pressing him to the wall behind him, while the other was caressing his thigh, constantly moving higher. Memories of his past flashed before the illusionist's eyes. He hadn't been in a situation like that for years. "Now, be a good boy and get down to your knees Mukuro kun."
He didn't have a choice, not when he didn't want to end like that, to become like a doll. So he did as he was told, sliding down the wall to his knees. "Since you've done this sort of thing in the past you should know what to do and please remember not to do something stupid." Looking up Mukuro saw the angelic smile once again. So fake. With slightly trembling hands he unbuttoned the other's pants. Sliding one of his hands into them he grabbed Byakuran's limb member and took it out of the trousers.
For a minute he just knelt there, staring at the cock before him with disgust. "Come on my little toy, what are you waiting for?" Suddenly the Millefiore leader grabbed Mukuro's hair and gave it a very harsh tug. Seeing the illusionist's lips parting in a slight gasp, he pushed his head forward. Feeling the other's length slide into his mouth, the teen couldn't suppress a moan at the unpleasant sensation.
Byakuran looked down on him with a smirk. "Suck." He did, and he hated it. Sliding his lips up and down the hardening member Mukuro felt filthy, humiliated and disgusted.
When he had killed all of his tormentors and destroyed their hideout the illusionist thought that he would never have to face something like that again. He had thought that it was finally over. Oh how wrong he had been. He should have known that he would never be able to run away from his past, that at some point, it would catch up to him.
Sucking on the now hard cock Mukuro felt vulnerable, weak and defeated. What the hell did he do to deserve all that pain and suffering? Why couldn't he have been born a normal boy, leading a normal life? It wasn't fair, but he had accepted it. Until now. Thanks to Byakuran everything was coming up again. All the things he didn't want to think about crept into his mind once again. God, how he hated life, but he wouldn't give up. He wouldn't lose to his tormentors and break. He couldn't, because that was his sole reason for living.
Another push, forcing Mukuro to deep throat, ripped him out of his thoughts. "Mukuro kun, you should concentrate on your task now." Byakuran continued to push himself even deeper into the other's mouth, almost chocking his so called toy, but he didn't stop, he just kept on forcing his cock down the illusionist's throat.
Mukuro had a hard time keeping up with that. Digging his nails into Byakuran's hips he tried to slow his down a bit, but he wouldn't let him. Gagging and chocking around the length, afraid that his throat would rip, Mukuro hoped for the other's release to come soon. He knew that it couldn't last very much longer when he heard his tormentor moan.
"Mukuro kun….. So good…." Without any kind of warning he suddenly tightened the grip on the teen's hair and jerked his hips forward one last time before he spilled his seed into the illusionist's mouth. Mukuro had to moan in disgust. The liquid in his mouth was warm and salty, just how he remembered it to be. He just wanted to get rid of it.
"Don't spit it out, but don't swallow it either." Byakuran pulled himself out. It couldn't be helped that a little bit of cum came out with him. The sadistic angel didn't mind. Mukuro was looking gorgeous, all flushed, panting and with his cum leaking from his lips. Said beauty glared at him. Well, If only looks could kill Byakuran would have been since long dead.
The Millefiore leader cupped the other's chin with his hand and caressed his cheek. "Open your mouth and let me see." He opened up reluctant.
The view got even better now. With his mouth wide open Byakuran could see his own cum inside. He got half hard again. Having the other's chin still in his hand, the white haired man let one of his fingers slide into Mukuro's mouth, playing with the teen's tongue and the seed. The illusionist just let him do as he pleased. There was nothing he could have done anyway.
"Good boy, now swallow." Again he complied with the other's whishes. God it was making him so sick, feeling Byakuran's cum sliding down his throat. He wanted to puke. The Mafia leader wiped the seed which ran down Mukuro's chin with one finger away and pressed it onto the other's lips. "That too Mukuro kun." Parting his lips again he licked the last remains away. After that he looked up to the dark angel with his usual smirk. He wasn't going to show the other how much he hated it.
"Satisfied?" Byakuran returned the smirk. "Fufufu, do you really think that for a man like me a simple blow job would be enough?" 'No, but I hoped so.' Mukuro just continued smiling as if nothing bad just happened. "And what do you intend to do now oh pristine angel?" Byakuran laughed.
"Even in such a situation you are sarcastic and cocky. There really is nothing that can completely break you, is there?" Mukuro's grin got wider and a bit more honest. "Why should I let you break me? There's nothing that I'd gain from it, plus, I'd hate to see you win." Byakuran pulled him up so that he was standing again. He put his hands around the other's waist and pulled the illusionist as close as possible, nuzzling his neck gently.
"There's nothing you'd gain from it? Are you sure about that? If you were to break you wouldn't have to feel anymore, you wouldn't have to think anymore, you could just let yourself go Mukuro kun." The sadistic angel smiled when he felt the teen tense in his embrace.
"Losing my mind and the last remains of my feelings, why the hell should I continue living then? No, I won't let any of you bring me down, for I'm going to win. I won't rest until all of you Mafia bastards are buried deep in the ground, even if I have to endure your little sadistic games, the time will come when I crush you and then my weakness is safe again."
Byakuran had stopped caressing Mukuro's neck. "Fufufu, even if you were to crush me there would be others that me to use you, who will find out about your past." He was staring into the multicolored eyes, waiting to see something in them, but he didn't. "Then I just have to crush them too." Byakuran continued staring. 'He doesn't even realize that he making his life more complicated that it has to be. But then again, I don't think that this poor soul has enough life in him to live a normal life. He's a bit like me.'
"Well then, you said you were going to bear with my games, right? So, get rid of your clothes and lie down on the bed." Mukuro frowned. He had anticipated it would come to this. While he was making his way to the bed he stripped off the bath robe. When he laid himself down he was completely nude.
Byakuran walked to the end of the bed. "Arrange you legs and spread them." By doing this the sadist had a very good view on Mukuro's most private parts. He hated to be exposed like this and the other's lustful glance didn't help at all. "Beautiful." It was just a mumble but he heard it. A weird feeling rose inside of him. They never told him he was beautiful. But he could understand why. Nothing about him was beautiful. He was dirty, tainted. How could someone who knew his past think of him as beautiful?
Byakuran continued standing there, staring. Mukuro got a little nervous when the silence lasted a little too long. A grin appeared on the sadistic man's face. "If you don't want it to hurt too much you should prepare yourself Mukuro kun." Now Mukuro got the position he was currently in. It was so that that bastard could enjoy the show.
After some time considering just doing nothing, the illusionist decided it would be healthier to just do what he was asked. He took the fingers of his right hand into his mouth and started to suck on them. Somehow he felt pretty stupid doing that, but he didn't think that Byakuran would grant him any lube. When he thought that his fingers were wet enough he let them wander southwards to his entrance. He let one of his fingers slightly probe at it before sliding it in, hissing at the intrusion.
They did things like this to him rather often, but that was years ago. He wasn't used to the feeling anymore. It was weird to feel the tight heat around his finger, knowing damn well that it's his own ass. He looked up and saw Byakuran staring at him as if hypnotized. 'Beautiful.' Remembering the other's words he blushed. Damn, why the hell did it affect him that much?
After a few more thrusts he pulled his finger out. Spreading his legs a little wider he pushed it in again, accompanied by a second one. He had to groan at the uncomfortable feeling. After some time of scissoring he let a third join them.
Fingering himself while being watched by the other's intense violet eyes. It was feeling so weird. He didn't know why, but it was different from the past. There was a heat building up in his stomach which made him thrust his fingers in faster and deeper. Suddenly he had to moan. It wasn't an unpleasant one. Mukuro was shocked at how needy and desperate it had sounded, but he couldn't help it. He had brushed something inside of him that just made him do it.
Byakuran had to swallow. That moan just now was the most delicious sound he's ever heard in his whole life. Crawling onto the bed and positioning himself in between Mukuro's spread legs he wondered if the beauty even knew what was going on with his body.
Feeling the bed back down a bit the illusionist opened his eyes. He didn't even realize that he had them closed in the first place. He saw Byakuran in front of him, smirking down. "My, my Mukuro kun, what was that sound just now? Could it be that you're enjoying yourself quite a bit?" Mukuro glared at him. There was absolutely no way he was ever going to enjoy something like this. "That must be your imagination."
The sadistic pervert just laughed at him. "Oh really? Well, this tells a different story my dear." Byakuran slowly slid one finger from the tip of Mukuro's, hard, cock to the base. Shit! Why was he like that? He had never been hard before.
"Fufufufu, you seem to be surprised, so let me tell you something. Back then Mukuro kun was way too young to feel the pleasures of sex, but now is a whole different story. You never felt the need to jerk off or even have sex before because you thought of it as something disgusting, you had a trauma. But now you can't deny that your body feels good, right?"
Feeling good? How could he let something like that get to him? Now Mukuro was even more disgusted, disgusted by himself. He always knew that people liked to do this sort of thing, but he never understood why. He had always connected it with pain and humiliation. But now here he was, moaning under the touch of the other, even wanting more. He didn't want to feel like this, it scared him.
Byakuran laughed at the illusionist's face when realization hit. He let go of Mukuro's length and instead grabbed his right hand, pulling the fingers out of the teen's hole. Mukuro winced at the action. Staring down on the other, Byakuran started to take of his own clothes.
Mukuro's mask had finally fallen. The tormentor could see the other's fear and confusion at his own reaction. Byakuran grinned. Being able to break through the illusionist's defense was the first step to breaking his and make him completely his. Yes, somehow the indigo haired teen had managed to arouse his interest and now he wanted to possess him. He always got what he wanted.
Mukuro tried to regain his self control again while the other was undressing himself, but there were so many different thoughts running through his head and the sickening warmth in his nether regions wasn't helping either. He was suddenly ripped out of his thoughts when he felt something blunt poking at his ass.
"Brace yourself Mukuro kun, this is going to hurt." With that said he pushed his cock into Mukuro's tight heat. The teen had to bite his lip in order not to scream at the intrusion. Even though he prepared himself he felt as if his insides were tearing apart. Byakuran was just too big. He heard the other's blessed sigh when he was fully sheeted inside of Mukuro who was desperately struggling to relax at least a bit. The feeling of Byakuran's cock inside of him was sickening. He just wanted to get rid of him.
The fake angel didn't wait for his unwilling partner to adjust; he just started to pound into him without any kind of mercy. The first thrust tore a pained scream from Mukuro's throat. Hearing the other's cruel laugh above him he let his head fall back onto the mattress and gripped the sheets as hard as he could.
Byakuran was in pure bliss, seeing Mukuro flushed in pain and agony while he was surrounded in his delicious heat. Spreading the illusionist's legs even wider he snapped his hips forward, causing the teen to open his mouth in another pained moan. Byakuran immediately bent down and kissed the beauty, taking advantage of the parted lips he let his tongue slide in to play with Mukuro's.
After breaking the kiss he bit his way to the illusionist's ear. "God, you taste delicious, so sweet, so alluring." Mukuro shivered. He didn't want to hear those words. They made him even weaker that he already was. Even the warm liquid he felt running down his thighs now didn't help to distract him from the sweet nothings the other continued to whisper into his ear.
"It doesn't matter if you have that mocking smirk of yours on your face, your body emitting confidence, or if you are flushed, weak and vulnerable, you are beautiful either way. I love it when you counter my own remarks with your sarcastic answers, and I love it when you are weak and left without words. Rokudo Mukuro, you are the loveliest, most alluring, capturing and beautiful creature I've ever met in my whole life."
Mukuro couldn't stand it. The one who was currently fucking him, using and abusing him, humiliating him, was praising him into heaven, was telling him all these gentle things and worst of it all, Mukuro was affected by them, feeling as if he really was beautiful, feeling as if he really was something special. He hated it; he wanted to be deaf.
Mukuro felt Byakuran thrusting in harder, changing the angle. The illusionist grabbed the sheets even tighter, moaning at the top of his lungs. That was the same spot he had brushed with his fingers earlier. "Fufufu, looks like I've found Mukuro kun's sweet spot."
Constantly grinding his cock against the other's prostate Mukuro was soon reduced to a gasping, moaning and shivering mess who wasn't able to comprehend even a single thought anymore. The illusionist was still in pain, but there was also something different, a burning inside his stomach which got worse with every thrust. He felt so weird, as if he was on fire and it scared him. He never felt something like this before. He wanted it to stop.
"Please, stop!" Byakuran laughed at the pleading man underneath him. "Why would you want me to do something like that my beauty?" Mukuro couldn't breathe. "P-please…. It f-feels s-so weird." He didn't care anymore if he had to throw away his pride and beg. Byakuran's eyes narrowed and an evil smirk appeared on his face. "Where does it feel weird Mukuro kun?" Mukuro just let his hand slide to his nether regions. "T-there." Byakuran lifted the other's legs up. "That's okay darling." He pushed in even deeper, ignoring the red liquid which stained the white sheets.
Mukuro continued begging and whimpering until all he could do was pant and moan. At some point he felt his own salvia running down his cheek. He didn't care. He already was dirty. All he did care for at this moment was the unbearable heat. The heat which seemed to consume him. The heat which his sadistic tormentor was responsible for. And then, when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he screamed at the top of his lungs and exploded.
Hearing Mukuro scream in what he would say was pure bliss and feeling the teen's ass clamp down on him, Byakuran also let out a loud moan and spilled his seed into the one beneath him.
Panting hard Mukuro tried to comprehend what has happened just now. All of a sudden everything went white and he had felt so good. "Fufufu, you look confused Mukuro kun. Don't you get it that you had your first orgasm just now?" Orgasm? No, it couldn't be, he had never had… Looking down on his chest he saw a sticky white fluid. He felt dizzy, sick. He glared at the man above him. That bastard had done this to him. He made him feel all those weird things. Everything was his fault and hell, he was going to pay for it.
"Oh my, don't glare at me like that Mukuro kun." He wiped away some of Mukuro's seed with his finger. "That was a completely normal reaction." The illusionist winced when Byakuran pulled his now soft member out of his abused hole. Yawning, the white haired man laid himself down. Wrapping his arms around Mukuro's waist he pulled the illusionist closer, so that his back was pressed against Byakuran's firm chest. The teen growled a bit at the intimate position.
"Anyway, let's go to bed now. I'm tired and have to get up early." After saying that he pulled Mukuro's hands to the headboard and cuffed them to it. "Kufufu, I should have known something like this was to come." His voice sounded hoarse and weak from their activities. "But of course. As much as I love you my beauty, I know that you hate me and that you'd really like to see me dead, so have nice dreams darling." Mukuro knew that Byakuran was just mocking him, but never the less, it made him angry. But as much as he'd like to talk back, he was just too tired. Even sharing a bed with the enemy couldn't prevent him from falling into a deep slumber.
Standing in the middle of a dark alley were four men, whispering to each other and staring down on the dead men to their feet. They weren't the ones who killed them, but they didn't care either. They knew that those to their feet have been part of a Mafia which meant that they had probably killed a few people themselves.
Anyway, murder like these seemed to happen pretty often in the last few months and it was up to them to find the culprit. They had to, because their duty was everything that had to do with the Mafia.
A fifth man was now coming into their direction. You couldn't see much of him because it was dark, but one thing about him was pretty flashy. He had short indigo colored hair. "Okay guys, Take the corpses and take them to the MIS Headquarter."