#x69

Title: The Boy in the Church ⛪

Author: Nama from @na-nossa

Fandom: Katekyō Hitman Reborn!

Relationship: Xanxus/Rokudo Mukuro

Characters: Xanxus & Rokudo Mukuro, others mentioned

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: M/M

Prompt: Day 4 - Lightning Day: Childhood Friends AU @khrrarepairweek

Summary: They meet in a ruined church on days when lightning splits the sky—Xanxus and the boy with one visible eye, as elusive as mist.

*** Excerpt ***

Lightning strikes, flashing in shards across the stained glass, casting streaks of red and blue over thin arms marked by uneven brands, crooked stitches, and punctures that make the boy look like a ragdoll.

“What the hell—”

“Science,” Mukuro cuts in, replying to what was more expletive than question, grinning. “The future of the Mafia.”

Xanxus looks away. The Mafia...? Like, those big-shot families his mother screams about when she’s all fevered and wild-eyed? He wants to tell the boy it’s not funny, there’s nothing worth grinning about. He doesn’t. He shifts where he stands, jaw clenched, as the motion tugs at the bandages wrapped tight around the tender skin under his own shirt.

That single visible blue eye flicks toward Xanxus’s torso. “Your turn.”

“No.”

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I select a cube of ice from the bucket I brought into the room. I place it straight onto one of your nipples, where it starts to melt quickly against your warm skin. You flinch and gasp as your nipple hardens. I move it to the other nipple as I suck and lick the liquid it left behind. You moan at the touch of my lips and tongue. I drag the ice cube down your chest, chasing it with my tongue. Your abdomen contracts as the cold then warm draws lines across your skin. With the first cube gone under my hot touch, I grab another to slide over your inner thighs, teasingly close to your balls. Again my tongue warms the cool trail it leaves behind. I make sure you feel my hot breath against your tight balls and twitching cock. You push your hips up, tempting me to take you in my mouth. I gently scold you, but do reward your eagerness with one long lick up your shaft. Your groan and thrust under my assault. I can hear the want in your breathing. I can see it in the way you squirm. My pussy clenches in response to your body’s betrayal.

I grab the oil from the bedside and slowly drizzle a thin stream onto your stomach. You gasp and flex a little as it hits. You weren’t expecting this. I glide my hands through the oil over your chest. It quickly warms through the friction of my hands on your skin. I take my time to smooth the oil all over your chest, paying special attention to your nipples, over your shoulders, up your neck, making you tilt your head back and moan. My warm slippery hands glide down the centre of your body to your stomach, across your lower abdomen skimming close to where your hard cock rests, twitching with anticipation. Smoothly I slather your hips and your upper thighs, touching teasingly close to your now straining balls. I can see your muscles twitching and flexing under your skin. Your cock jumps slightly every time my hands graze passed it. When I do finally slide my oily hands over your cock, your moan is gutteral and deep and your body thrusts in time with my touch. I make sure to cover every wanting inch of your cock and balls, slowly running my hands over you and smoothly gripping your shaft as I jerk you with both hands. I love watching as your body shudders and spasms with each well-timed touch to your hot erection.

;)

The vast office is dark and shadowed, blinds pulled acrossthe wide windows and all lights extinguished. It’s a space that’s never beenparticularly welcoming, but usually the sleek sense of menace is easy tooverlook and ignore. Right now there's no other sense to it, though, and in thedimness the faint glitter of light from the doorway reflects off the room’shidden opulence with a fractured brilliance that weighs like madness.

If Mukuro were feeling generous, he might acknowledge thedemand for solitude that has seeped into the very air, but Mukuro has neverfelt less generous in seven long lifetimes.

He stalks in, the seethe of Flames around him sendingtwisted shadows exploding out of the deeper darkness, and snarls, “Byakuran.”

“Oh my.” The office chair doesn’t move, stays turned awayfrom him even though there's nothing to see with the blinds drawn. “Vongola’spet viper is the one to come to me? Of all the people I expected to see, I’lladmit you weren’t one of them.”

Mukuro laughs, but there's nothing of humor left in it. Theburn inside of his chest is one he’d thought himself well rid of, years gone,but if anything it aches more now than it did when he was a child. He wants tohate that fact, resent it and rage against it, but the feeling outweighs allothers, leaves him caught between wants and reality and struggling to find hisfooting. Mukuro is an illusionist, knows the difference between what is andwhat isn’t better than anyone, but—

These two should have more canon interactions just saying 👀

You lie. Tied. Spread eagled on the bed. Blindfolded. I’m not sure this is what you had in mind when you said I could use you for my pleasure.

I stand at the end of the bed. Stockings. Garter belt. Sheer bra. No panties. I tap the riding crop on my thigh. Hard enough so you can hear it. I move to one side of the bed. Tap the crop onto your chest and walk slowly around the bed, dragging the crop down your body as I go. You squirm a little. Maybe even trying not to laugh. I flick the crop across your thigh as I walk up the other side of the bed. Just a gentle reminder as to who’s night this is. You flinch. Just a little. Your cock semi-erect. I walk back around the bed. Dragging the crop across your skin. You moan quietly. Then I start tapping. Your nipples. Your stomach. Your inner thighs. Your balls. Tap. Tap. Tapping. You twitch. Your cock hardens. I give it a little tap. Just enough to remind you who’s night this is. You flinch. Moan. Squirm. Good.

I tap harder. Nipples. Stomach. Inner thighs. Balls. You groan. Thrusting your hips slightly. I drag the crop over your skin again. Zig-zagging it lazily across you. My pussy clenches when I see your stomach muscles tighten and your hard cock twitch. By the time you get to touch it, I will be soaked.