grandtheftbody | battle royale

He closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying that touch. "I know I want a lot from you - things you're not able to give, or not willing to give." He wouldn't apologize for that. He wanted what he wanted, and he didn't think there was any point in pretending otherwise. "You don't ever have to touch me if you don't really want to."

He knew what he wanted from him. He'd made it clear enough before, and he gave him as much as he was willing. He didn't move as fast as Mukuro did, so he was always left behind in these things, leaving the illusionist in an awkward place. He knew that but there wasn't much he could do about it.

"I touch you because I want to," his hand ran down his jaw. "Because I like you."

It would always be a little painful, wanting someone who didn't want him back with the same intensity, but Mukuro had to be content with what he had. Zero touched him, and kissed him sometimes, and even if he was occasionally rude or condescending, it might get better over time. Especially now that he knew Mukuro wasn't being sarcastic when he flirted.

There wasn't any point in ruining things out of his own desire for more, not when one of them might be gone tomorrow.

"You really have awful taste."

He stepped in between his legs, his hand settling behind his neck. "Maybe for someone else," but not him. He tugged him down, meeting him halfway to brush their lips together.

He slid an arm around Zero's neck, bending in close. He doesn't press the kiss any deeper, leaving it light and soft, but he holds on to Zero for just a moment longer. He doesn't want to ruin this, or lose it.

He kissed him back, lips parting after a moment, asking for more as his hands slipped down to his waist. These small little gestures of desire were his way of showing him that he wanted him. It might not have been grand, nor enough, but they were sincere and honest.

Mukuro had never wanted grand gestures, just gestures he could believe in, gestures that weren't contradicted by things moments later. It might not have been as much as he wanted, but he wanted everything. Even he knew that was greedy, and he would never demand everything from Zero. It was enough, that Zero still kissed him despite his selfishness.

He kissed back, deepening it, his own lips sliding open, still gentle but more than willing to give Zero anything he might want.

The took what was offered. The hands on his waist dragged him closer to him as his tongue swept inside his mouth. He wasn't as willing to take as Mukuro was, but that didn't mean he didn't desire him. He wanted more of him than he'd let himself take, so he took things slow, not wanting to lose control of himself. He didn't want to treat him like an animal in heat, a place his vampire nature could easily sweep him toward if he wasn't careful.

He moved closer, resting more of his weight on Zero and less on the wall he sat on. He didn't even think about Zero dropping him - that just wasn't a concern. Mukuro had never doubted Zero's care for his safety. His other arm slipped around Zero's neck as that kiss went further, and he let himself simply enjoy it, all his insecurities pushed away or laid to rest. Shouldn't he just be happy that after so long, Zero was willing to do this? He was, even if he wanted more. He knew it could easily have never happened at all.

It was a good feeling, the weight of him, and one his mind lingered on even as it prioritized the taste of his mouth. He liked kissing him, the heat just a little addicting. It slowly devoured his senses, making him forget about everything that wasn't him. It was dangerous in a place like this, and he tried not to get swept away by it, even as he dragged him closer. He took up most his weight, his arms keeping him firmly rooted in place - trapped but safe.

Mukuro didn't think of it as being trapped - didn't think of it at all, except for the comforting support given to him so he wouldn't fall, depending on Zero's strength as he lost himself in their kisses. He knows he should pull away, that it really isn't safe to be doing this here, but he can't make himself right now. This intimacy burns away his doubts, and all he wants to do is hold Zero closer and kiss him more.

Trapped between him and the wall, that was exactly how he thought of it, and exactly what he wanted. Despite his best intentions, he was still domineering by nature, and if given enough line, he'd pull on it little by little. Yet, that part of himself was reigned back and kept in check by a submissive attitude he held for the people he cared for. A dual nature, much like his Hunter and vampire one. One wanted to chain him up and devour him, while the other was content with smothering him with kisses, which he did so now. Not letting up, Zero continued the warm exploration of his mouth, even as he fully dragged his slimmer form off the wall and into his arms.

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He slid into Zero's arms easily, no hesitation evident in any part of his body. He loves it when it's like this, when he can feel those incredible kisses, when Zero seems to want to hold him and touch him. He isn't the shy and retiring type at all, and he's perfectly comfortable taking the lead, but those times when Zero wants him enough to do so are all the more valuable for their rarity. Though perhaps they'll get more common...

Mukuro's hands slide down from Zero's neck, resting on his shoulders. He remembers touching Zero's skin, and if they weren't in a place like this he'd do it again in a second.

If they weren't in a place like this... He knew well enough he shouldn't be doing this here, in the dark of a broken down corridor where they could be attacked at any moment. As much as he wanted to continue, he knew he shouldn't, he wanted too, but he shouldn't.

The built up heat was hard to ignore, but he forced himself to slow down the kiss, his arms tightening around the slim waist as if he didn't want to let go just yet.

He doesn't want to let go either, but he knows all to well that this place is dangerous. There'll be other chances, hopefully, more time to steal kisses from Zero. Someplace more peaceful, someplace where they don`t need to worry.

But Mukuro doesn't pull away quite yet. He kisses Zero one more time, long and slow, holding on to him for a few more brief moments.

He knew better than to... than to...

There's a small noise from the back of his throat at the change in tactics. God, he was trying to stop wasn't he? He didn't, not quite yet. Just a little bit more - No. Stop it.

With more difficult than he'd ever expect, he bent his head down and broke the kiss. He took a few moments to catch his breath, his arms around him loosening just a bit, but his hold remained firm.

It took Mukuro a few moments to catch his breath as well, and he didn't leave the comforting embrace of Zero's arms. He breathes steadily and leans forward to press his forehead to Zero's. It's really not fair, the effect that Zero has on him sometimes.

He rests his fingers on Zero's shoulders, just touching him. His voice is a little breathless.

"We shouldn't stay here."

But he doesn't even try to move.

"I know..." and yet he remained, his arms still around him, still holding him close.

"It's dangerous," he says, a reminder more for himself than for Mukuro, even as he closed his eyes, his forehead pressed against his in a comforting gesture.

His hands stroke Zero's shoulders gently. "We ought to keep moving..." But he still didn't pull away. It wasn't often that Mukuro was kissed like that, even now, and he's not willing to give it up so easily.

"I give you quite a bit of trouble."

"You muddle things up," in his head, in his heart. He made things confusing.

"It's what I'm good at." Though if he were being utterly honest - which he isn't good at - Mukuro would have to admit that Zero does the same to him. Everything is just a little more confusing with him close.

What he's good at...

"Yeah... I know." He sets him down on the ground setting him free.

He lets go, reluctantly, and looks up at Zero. "I do try to be a little clearer with you." Some part of Mukuro wanted to make it easier on him, wanted to give him a simpler path to get close to Mukuro. It wasn't like him, really, but he couldn't resist the desire.

"I know."

It's not lost on him, the small bit of honesty he's given. He might not always know if what he tells him is true, but he's learning to pick it out, and sometimes, he's serious enough about a matter that he doesn't have to guess at all.

"But we still wind up on different sides of the aisle."

Their way of thinking wasn't the same on many things, which helped pave the way for miscommunication, especially when Mukuro was cryptic as always and he hardly ever said anything to begin with.

"Does that bother you?" It wasn't a flippant question. The answer seemed obvious enough - of course it did, that sort of miscommunication was always going to cause problems. The real question was whether it caused enough problems to really make things difficult for Zero.

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