Will You be the Marshmallow in my Pineapple Shake?
Chapter Three

"Ne, Mukuro-kun," Byakuran called as his roommate lumbered towards his nest in the ground. The other man glanced at the albino, who continued, "How about you sleep in a real bed tonight?"

"... Kufufu, I don't plan on sleeping in a bed with someone I hardly know," Mukuro replied, "for that would be weird."

"Now, now, Mukuro-kun, don't be like that," Byakuran said. He walked over to the illusionist. "Is THIS weird?" he asked, wrapping his arms around the other's torso. Byakuran hugged the illusionist close, resting his head on Mukuro's shoulder, and whispered, "Is it weird, Mukuro-kun?"

The blue-haired man paused, let out a breath, then said, his voice gentle, "Yes, but just a little."

"That's right," Byakuran replied, "Just a little." The tips of his slender fingers trailed up Mukuro's spine, and he admired the feel of the skin beneath the thin shirt Mukuro was wearing. "So what's so bad about sharing a bed, Mukuro-kun?" he asked, tempted to nip at the other man's ear as the last of the sentence flowed past his lips.

"... I guess it would be okay. Kufufufufu. Just... none of this, okay, Byakuran?"

Byakuran's eyelids fluttered as his name was breathed out by the illusionist. The way Mukuro said his name made him shudder with suprise and pleasure. No one ever said it in such a nice voice, but now that someone had, Byakuran knew he had to hear it that way again. It was then that Mukuro's words registered, and Byakuran backed off, smiling brightly.

"Thanks, Mukuro-kun~."

Mukuro sighed, then walked to the bed, and sat down. "It's soft," he commented, "that's a plus." For a moment, he had a strange look on his face, and leaned down, sniffing the pillows. "What an odd scent," he commented quietly to himself.

Byakuran pounced on the bed as well. "Marshmallow," he replied. "It's marshmallow."

Mukuro chuckled, sitting back, and sighed. "I admit... the floor wasn't the coziest."

"I'm glad you chose to stay here with me," Byakuran answered, hugging his knees close. "I'm really happy..."

Mukuro sighed, then lied down. "Okay, whatever...," he murmured.

Byakuran switched off the dim light in the room, and stared at Mukuro. That smooth, blue hair that shone tenderly in the moonlight, and the pale skin that contrasted with it... wow. Byakuran moved close to Mukuro, and, unable to contain the urge, brushed his hand over the soft skin, which made the illusionist open his eyes. "Byakuran...," he said, "no."

"Just a little," Byakuran pleaded, before moving his hand to the illusionist's shoulder, and coming in close. He was centimeters from touching their lips together when he stopped, and whispered, "How much are we alike, Mukuro-kun?"

As Mukuro spoke, his sweet voice seeping over Byakuran's lips, the albino closed his eyes. "We aren't that much alike... you're playful, I'm calm. You're flirty, I like to wait things out a bit. And... you're an angel. I'm... a demon."

Byakuran grinned. "What's that supposed to mean? Thanks, though."

"... The only thing we have in common is our dislike of human kind," Mukuro said. "And it's time for you to face that."

The albino frowned, backing up. "All right, fine, don't be fun, that's cool," he mumbled, turning over so that he wasn't facing the illusionist. "Just don't expect me to be smiling tomorrow."

"Kufufufufu... you're such a baby," whispered Mukuro. Byakuran blushed as he felt a hand brushing over his wing, and mewled quietly as the illusionist fisted it. "Listen to your whining. You must see how annoying it is."

"Mukuro-kun... don't mess with me," Byakuran said. He winced as the other man gave a slight tug, and added, his voice rising, "Mukuro-kun, really, that's not funny."

"If you're that delicate, I can just tear this thing right off, can't I?" Mukuro whispered. Byakuran looked over his shoulder.

"Let go before I bring myself to hurt your pretty face, Mukuro-kun," he hissed. Mukuro chuckled and released him, and the albino snorted with contempt. "You're... a little more mean than I expected, Mukuro-kun," he sighed.

"Kufufu... and your a lot more fearful than I thought, Byakuran."

"I'm not scared," Byakuran replied, "but I don't want to hurt you over something so small as my wing."

"Small?" came the reply.

"I can grow them back," Byakuran answered. "Duh. Stupid Mukuro-kun."

'Stupid beautiful Mukuro-kun,' he mentally repeated.

"Kufufu. All right, whatever. Good night."

Byakuran sighed again and closed his eyes. "Good night... Mukuro-kun."

"Hey, Byakuran!" called a voice. The albino stood, looking out over the field.

"Mukuro-kun?" he replied, "What are you doing here?"

Through the golden grass, the dark form of Mukuro could be seen, and he was slowly walking closer. "Well, I could ask you the same question. Kufufufu..."

The winged man sighed. "I hope you're not such a jerk in my dreams."

"Oya oya? How odd for you to refer to this as your dream... very curious indeed."

Byakuran laughed. "Well, it IS my dream, right?"

"Ah, what does it matter?" Mukuro said. "And since I know this to be at least a dream, I know that anything I do here simply does not matter."

"Hm?" Byakuran murmured.

"That's why I'll be practicing in here... so don't move, Byakuran."

The albino stood still as Mukuro reached for his shoulders and placed his hands on them, then came in, pressing his lips against Byakuran's. Stunned for a moment, the winged man stood still, and let himself be kissed in his dream before he melted into it, slumping against Mukuro's body. He moaned quietly, overcome by the sheer pleasure, and hugged Mukuro tightly, his hands clawing at the illusionist's back as he tried to bring him impossibly close.

Mukuro backed off for a moment, and looked at Byakuran's suprised, blushing face, then came back for more, and Byakuran gladly gave it. It was the best dream Byakuran had ever had before, when suddenly...

His eyes opened to a sound from behind him.

"Byakuran... Byakuran... wake up."

He rolled over. "What is it, Mukuro-kun?" he muttered. Mukuro was staring at him with an odd expression, as though Byakuran's greeting had been one he was not expecting, but he soon spoke up anyway.

"You were talking in your sleep," he said.

"Oh- what was I saying?" the albino asked cheerfully, though he felt nervous.

"My name."

Byakuran blushed, and hoped that Mukuro didn't interpret the situation the wrong way. "Ah, sorry, I suppose I woke you?" the albino asked. The other ignored his question.

"What were you dreaming?" Mukuro asked, his voice touched with menace.

"Oh, nothing, really," Byakuran said, "the usual, I suppose."

"Usual," the illusionist replied flatly.

"You know, everyone has a dream in a nice, bright field... clear skies, patchy clouds..."

"Would you describe the color of the grasses as... golden?" Mukuro questioned. Byakuran shrugged.

"Sure, yeah, I guess."

"... Was I in this dream?" the other male pressed. Byakuran bit his lip.

"Yes."

"Was I doing something I shouldn't have been?"

"... No."

Byakuran whimpered as the illusionist reached for his shoulder and grabbed it, his nails digging harshly into the skin. "Don't lie to me," Mukuro hissed.

"I wasn't-!" Byakuran answered. "Stop!"

"Answer me!"

"Ah- Mukuro-kun, I'm being honest!"

"TELL ME, YOU BASTARD!"

"What's going on in here?" shouted Shoichi, stepping into the room. He gave the situation a quick analysis, and snapped, "Mukuro! Let Byakuran go! You're being hysterical, and you're keeping everyone up!"

Mukuro hesitantly released Byakuran, who rubbed his shoulder, feeling violated. "I'm sorry," he apologized to Shoichi. "I got carried away."

"Don't let it happen again," Shoichi said, before he left.

Byakuran rolled over again as the door was shut, and whispered, "Mukuro-kun... uh..."

"What?" asked the other, sounding exhausted.

"Why are you so concerned about it?"

"... I just had a dream that was rather similar to what you described. I was worried that we'd shared the dream."

"Hehe... that's silly," Byakuran said nervously, "but I understand. It's okay, Mukuro-kun."

"Thanks."

Byakuran closed his eyes again, then thought to himself about the situation. Was it really possible that they had shared a dream together? And if that were the case... did Mukuro long for the albino in the same way Byakuran did for him? Did the word 'practice' in the dream hint that Mukuro would kiss him in the future? Could it be that Mukuro's importance to Byakuran was... as a lover?

Oh, it was too good to be true.

As a smile crossed the albino's face, he began to doze lightly, to wake again in reality, and not another dream for the rest of the night.

-End Chapter

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