Chapter edited 15th April, 2016
Despite having had a rather long talk with Mukuro and Chrome about the dangers of leaving school with someone he didn't know, Fran seemed unfazed, almost as if he didn't think anything bad could possibly happen – though, as Mukuro had come to realise after telling his charge to never go somewhere with someone he didn't know, he was a hypocrite for the fact that he had taken the boy away from his own within the first hour of knowing him, which probably hadn't helped much with the boy leaving school the way he had.
Mukuro sighed as he went about the small motel room, trying to tidy up the mess Ken had made. Chrome had left with the other two males to buy ingredients for their dinner, leaving Mukuro and Fran home together. The boy was quiet as he watched cartoons on the television, and it fascinated the teen to see the younger's eyes were wide with interest and his lips curled into a small smile every now and then.
I wonder what he is thinking about… Mukuro put Ken's dirty shirt down on the chair next to him as he approached Fran, trying to see what was on the TV. "What are you watching, little one?"
"Pokémon." Fran's eyes didn't drift from the TV once as he spoke to his carer; it was almost as if they were glued to the screen.
"Pokémon?" Mukuro crinkled his nose, unfamiliar with the cartoon. "What is that?"
"Lots of animals," the boy replied lazily.
Mukuro sat down beside Fran and looked curiously at what had caught the boy's attention; Fran was rather hyperactive and didn't sit still for much, so it was a relief to find that there was something that could get him to sit down for a while and give everyone around him a break from his trouble-making nature.
Fran climbed up onto his guardian's lap and curled in against the older male. Mukuro placidly wrapped his arms around the frail body, holding him close; he had never been one for physical contact, much less embraces, but he found that when it came to Fran, he truly couldn't get enough of them.
His hair smells so nice… Mukuro could smell the scent of strawberries from the shampoo Fran had used in his bath last night, and it soothed his stress. I should buy him body wash, too. Wait, what am I thinking? He is just a boy…
All of a sudden, Mukuro became uncomfortable with his own thoughts. He fidgeted nervously before he pushed at Fran gently in an effort to get the younger to move. "F-fran… P-perhaps you should sit back where you were before …"
"Why?" Emerald eyes turned upwards to look at the older male with a hint of sadness in them. "Can't I sit here?"
"Sorry, Fran, but…" …You are making me think thoughts I am not comfortable with…
The boy frowned as he wriggled slightly against Mukuro's lap, rubbing against the teenager's crotch. He didn't understand when Mukuro let out a small gasp and pushed harder at him, thinking that he must have done something wrong; the other had never reacted like that before, and he just didn't understand.
"Did I do something wrong, Master…?" It was becoming less and less common to hear Fran's sad tone, but Mukuro hated how he had to hear it right now – wasn't it enough that he was confused by his thoughts? He didn't need to feel as if Fran understood what was happening and was upset by the rejection – he knew that wasn't the case, but it still irked him.
"I need to do something," Mukuro mumbled. "Get off."
Fran pouted as he did what he was told. He turned back to the TV, but it was clear he was upset by the older male's reactions; he had only wanted to cuddle like they usually did, but for some reason, Mukuro was mad at him.
Trust me, little one… Mukuro thought to himself as he walked into his bedroom and locked the door behind him, …you would not want to know…
Mukuro knew he shouldn't have such thoughts about Fran, but he couldn't help it; he hadn't even considered the possibility he was attracted to the boy until said child had rubbed against his crotch. It wasn't that he didn't want those thoughts – okay, maybe he did, judging by his body's reaction – but he was still a growing teenager and he had hormones just like everyone else.
It was just a shame he had to be aroused by a seven year old.
If there is a hell, I am definitely going there, Mukuro thought to himself as he hesitantly unzipped his pants, not in the mood for a cold shower.
The teenager tried his hardest to think of anyone but Fran as he laid back on his bed with his hand wrapped around himself, but it wasn't easy; the kid was still invading his mind, no matter what he tried to think about.
As ashamed as he was for letting a kid arouse him, Mukuro couldn't deny the way he felt as if he were about to orgasm then and there when Fran's face slipped into his mind after picturing the boy doing naughty things Fran wouldn't have any clue existed.
Yeah – I am damned to the part of hell reserved for the worst kind of people… Mukuro thought glumly as he felt his climax hitting him after being unable to push thoughts of himself fucking the boy as hard as he could from his mind. Let's just hope it is the hormones talking…
Outside of Mukuro's bedroom, Fran was now curled up on the couch, his attention back on the TV. He wondered why his carer was making such loud noises in his bedroom but when he had tried to open the door and see what was wrong, it was locked.
Does Master not want me in there? Fran wondered. It sounds painful. Maybe he hurt himself at school today?
Making a mental note to ask Chrome later today if Mukuro was hurt, Fran let his eyes slip closed as he felt sleep take him over.