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

Byakuran rolled over, draping his arm around the body beside him, and snuggled up close to the warm mass that was in his bed. He opened his eyes to find himself faced with Mukuro's, and the other didn't seem to be so happy about being the albino's temporary stuffed animal. The illusionist asked, "What are you doing?"

"Just... hugging," Byakuran replied, blushing lightly when he realized just how close he'd gotten to Mukuro. Their noses were touching, and Byakuran could feel the illusionist's hot breath against his cheeks.

"Byakuran," Mukuro began, "release me."

The albino wasn't exactly in the mood for releasing his prey, in fact, he was in the mood to make out with his prey. But Byakuran was a smart guy, and he knew better than to force it with someone he was supposed to be 'gentle' with; as such, he got himself off Mukuro, as difficult of a task it was. "Mukuro-kun," Byakuran said. "Are we friends?"

"Friends?" Mukuro snickered. "Since when did you think that?"

'Bratty, beautiful Mukuro-kun,' the albino thought, letting Mukuro off the bed. Byakuran sighed, and fluttered off as well, then took a moment to hover in the air. The feel of not touching the ground was a pleasant one- which was Byakuran's reason to take flight, whether his wings were ready for it or not. But either way, he couldn't hover for long, and he was quick to land, chuckling.

"Where'd you get those things anyway?" Mukuro asked, watching the other as Byakuran stretched the feathery limbs.

"Hmm? I was born with them," Byakuran replied, "nestled inside my body, at first."

"Gross," the illusionist snickered.

"Mama said they were pretty," Byakuran pouted, looking over his shoulder.

"You had a mother?" Mukuro asked. "Then why are you here in the orphanage?"

"I HAD her. I don't HAVE her anymore. She died."

"How?" Mukuro asked.

"My father killed her," Byakuran said simply, "but don't worry. I got him back. Lit the house on fire and pretended it was an accident."

"Smart," the other commented. "And that's why you're here."

"Of course," Byakuran answered. "Lucky me that Sho-chan takes care of me."

"I don't like that guy very much," Mukuro muttered, "but I'm fond of sir Leonardo Lippi."

"Heh, Leo-kun? I suppose he's all right," the albino replied, before sitting himself on the bed and looking at Mukuro curiously. "What did you dream about last night?"

"Huh?" Mukuro hummed, looking back at the winged man, who patted the space beside him. The illusionist chuckled, and took the seat with a smile.

"Last night... the dream?" Byakuran said. "What were you so worried about?"

"Ohh... I don't remember," Mukuro replied, but Byakuran could tell that he was lying. "I'm sorry."

"That's fine," Byakuran sighed, before he wrapped an arm around the illusionist's shoulders. "If you let me kiss your cheek."

Mukuro stared at him for a moment, before sighing, chuckling, and offering Byakuran the side of his face. The albino leaned in, and pressed his lips against Mukuro's cheek, lingered for a moment, then moved down a little, and kissed along Mukuro's jawline until he reached the chin and looked up into the illusionist's eyes. Mukuro blinked slowly, then, apparently in a tolerant mood, came forth and completed the moment by allowing their lips to touch.

It was amazing.

From the unique feel to the new taste; from the quiet sounds to the faint scent that belonged to Mukuro; from looking into those mismatched eyes to the sensation of keeping his own open during the precious time- it was all so amazing. Since their first meeting, Byakuran had patiently awaited the time when he would be able to share intimate contact with Mukuro such as then. Being together with Mukuro... to him, it seemed like fate. As they gazed into each other's eyes, the passion swelled, and Byakuran's lips parted to try and encourage the other to engage in a deeper kind of kiss.

That crossed the line, though, and Mukuro backed up, panting lightly, and blushing. "It's impossible, Byakuran," he whispered.
"What, a French kiss?" the albino asked.

"No. Us. We're impossible."

Byakuran gazed into the mismatched eyes. "Why?" he murmured.

Mukuro placed a hand on Byakuran's chest, and the albino felt his face heat up as the illusionist leaned over a little. "Angel," he breathed. He placed his hand on his own chest. "Demon."

"I'm not an angel," Byakuran said.

"Only an angel would say that," Mukuro replied with a grin. "Now... I must head out, I have a meeting to attend."

Byakuran stared as the other man stood, and said, "Mukuro... I think YOU'RE an angel."

"... Thank you," Mukuro replied, "but I'm not."

The albino allowed the illusionist to leave, and reached up, shuddering as he touched his lips. 'I kissed Mukuro-kun,' he mused. '... No. Mukuro-kun kissed ME.' The thought sent chills up the winged man's spine.

Mukuro belonged to him.

Later...

Byakuran was heading into the dining room, when he caught sight of Mukuro, sitting with a group of some other people.

One boy had blonde hair that stuck up, and it looked like he had tried to tame it with a few clips, and failed at doing so. He also had a scar that ran over his nose. Another was wearing a white beanie, a deadpan expression, and had what looked like a bar code on his face. A third had bright teal hair, a bored look, and triangular markings stretching down from his eyes. Then, the only girl at the table had red hair, bright purple eyes, and was talking in a loud, annoying voice that made Byakuran wince.

But if these were Mukuro's friends, there was no way the albino could hold back.

He put on a happy face and went to join the party.

"Mukuro-kun~," he called to the illusionist, "Who're your friends?"

"Byakuran...," Mukuro sighed, "now isn't the time to pester me."

"Hey, it's a fairy!" the teal haired boy exclaimed. "Master, you never told us your were hiding a fairy!"

"He's not a fairy, Fran," Mukuro said, "he's my roommate."

"What?" the blonde-haired boy snarled. "You better keep your filthy paws of Mukuro-sama, bion!"

Byakuran snickered softly, eyeing the other, and said, "I'M the one with paws?"

"Byakuran, really, go dine elsewhere," Mukuro said. "We're busy."

"N'aww, how mean, Mukuro-kun," Byakuran complained, "coming from a guy, who, just this morning, had his tongue-"

"Shut up before I get my hands on your wings," Mukuro said, glaring with a creepy smile. "Or shall I snap your neck first, Angel-kun?"

Byakuran took a moment to mull over the new nickname, before he winked, grinning, and replied, "I'll see you tonight, Devil-kun."

And the albino went back to his own kind.

-End Chapter

:) Yay! I finished! XD I had homework yesterday and stuffs. So I'll try and complete uploads today... but no promises!