Title: Us Five
Author: Here's Your Cheese Omelette
Beta Reader: Denzii.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Warning: OOC-ness, mentions of yaoi.
Full Summary:
A sad man lives a sad life.
Each one of these five men, live in a sad life of their own; not finding the light, they continue to struggle in the darkness.
One runs from the law. Another sleeps around. One cannot stop getting into fights. The other one is a drunk. The last one silently plays on his piano, everyday falling deeper into depression as he sleeps with his alcoholic best friend.
A/n: Please enjoy this. I hope it isn't too out of character though. Warnings for this chapter include mention of hetero and homosexual sex. Don't forget to review!
Chapter Two: Rokudo Mukuro
It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy it. The sex was good—but nowhere near as satisfying as his rounds with Tsunayoshi. He never felt…complete after he orgasmed. He didn't feel the peace or sense of belonging he received from Tsunayoshi as they lay together in bed feeling the afterglow of their intense lovemaking with other people—men or women.
In fact, he just felt dirty.
But after a few weeks of such acts, the nastiness became a drug for him. Since he would never be able to feel the warmth of Tsunayoshi's skin against his again, he began to crave for a pale imitation of it, in the arms of a cheap slut.
That's what he called every person he managed to pull into his bed—a slut. They were all sex-fiends. They made sex a dirty hobby.
Tsunayoshi made sex pure, a true connection of mind and body between two passionate people in love. He placed no malice in sex. He made it, so that it was pure, raw emotion; not an act to satisfy human pleasure. It was lovemaking. He missed that so much. He missed Tsunayoshi, but he could not weep at his death. He was not a man known for such feelings—sadism, sure. But such a sad and regretful feeling was foreign to him.
He stopped his ministrations to stare at the woman beneath him. A woman… He didn't even notice the gender until now. She was flushed, panting, nipples erect, her entrance wet and inviting. However, it just didn't appeal to him.
But for some reason, he just couldn't make his body reject hers and he continued to pleasure her. She obviously loved his technique, what with how much noise she was making. It was a horrible, wailing and disgusting sound. It made Mukuro want to gag her. He didn't. He just wanted to end it quickly and be done with the whole mess.
Moments later, he had her convulsing with delight. What a slut, he thought. He pulled out of her, feeling rather disgusted by the sensation of her clamping down on him as she came.
She easily fell asleep, with Mukuro not even the least bit satisfied. He shifted until he sat on the edge of the bed, and palmed his face into his hands before he let out a deep sigh. He felt so cheap and dirty every time he did this. He disgusted himself, yet he could not stop.
He clenched his teeth as he rubbed his palms into his eyes. His face felt so heavy, as if he wanted to cry; yet as he sat there, murmuring Tsunayoshi's name over and over and over again, no tears fell.
A/n: I lost interest and felt happy after 'He stopped his ministrations to stare at the woman beneath him.' My depression lasted for almost 3 hours—the time it took for me to write the first two chapters.
I messed up the chapter involving Mukuro. Sorry. Next chapter is about Ryohei, if you didn't guess already. Try and figure out who the last two are about. Hint: I'm not using Lambo in this story.
Oh, just to clarify something: I like 18x27x69. So in this fanfic, Tsuna has both Mukuro and Hibari as lovers. The other guardians aren't romantically involved with him.
BC: Mukuro, you make me cry.
WOW KIMMI. No grammatical errors! I just took out some stuff. If you can tell :))
BUT Mukuro, you make me cryyyyyyy :(
I like how this story is turning out. Write the rest of it!! Pleeeeeease.
/sniffle