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Apr. 22nd, 2010 02:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaLin wanted D1869. I asked her for a prompt. She went to Seventh Sanctum and brought me this: In this story, an opinionated murderer attends a religious event and meets a conjurer with non-human ancestry. What starts as loathing quickly becomes love. Yet, how can a discovery tear them apart?
I... totally ignored most of that. Also, I love round numbers. 500 words exactly!
It wouldn't have been so bad if Dino had learned to stay away from the dangerous type. All of his years assisting those in need, all of his years banishing spirits, or conjuring them from the mists in order to protect people, all of those years spent with his head under pounding water purifying his spirit… and this was how it ended. Pinned under the lithe bodies of two young murderers in the back room of a den of ill repute, his hands held above his head while the two of them kissed above him.
He could feel his spirit tarnishing second by second, edges of black creeping into his aura.
He was going to hell.
"Is he hard yet, Kyouya?" The taller, older murderer asked, his lips moving against Hibari Kyouya's hungry lips. Hibari responded by grinding his hips down against Dino's and biting at Mukuro's lips. Dino's eyelids fluttered and he bucked into Hibari. "Kufufufu. I guess that's a yes."
It would have been so much easier if he hadn't felt the need to help Kyouya on that day the dangerous teen wandered into the temple. It would have been so much easier if he hadn't led Kyouya back to his room and given him first aid, cleansing the bloody wounds and conjuring a good spirit to bless Kyouya and help him regain his strength sooner.
If Dino had just healed Hibari the normal way he probably wouldn't be writhing underneath two inquisitive pairs of hands as they stripped him in between wrestling with each other's clothes. It was interesting, the aggression between Hibari and Mukuro. At times the partners seemed to hate each other, at others…
Well, no, they always appeared to hate each other.
"He'll be very useful, won't he Kyouya." Mukuro murmured before he bit down on the side of Dino's neck and sucked on the skin there. On the other side Hibari imitated him, and Dino hissed. Pain on one side, bliss on the other.
Ouch.
Of course, if Hibari had not come back to attempt to kill Dino the next night, slashing his skin and finding black blood spilling down to stain Dino's white clothes… well, Mukuro would probably not have been interested at all.
But there were a number of things one of the Half Humans could do for them that a pair of murderers might find useful. And of course the best way to tie a Half to you was through sex.
With Hibari seated firmly on his dick, Mukuro's hands stroking Hibari's erection and staring over Hibari's shoulder down at Dino while whispering filthy things in Hibari's ear that made Hibari clench and buck around Dino…
Dino wasn't sure whether to bless his ancestry or curse it. In the end, when Hibari squeezed him tight and splattered white semen on his chest, and Dino found himself unable to resist and came inside of Hibari, and Mukuro pulled Hibari off Dino and licked the two of them clean…
Dino did both.
I... totally ignored most of that. Also, I love round numbers. 500 words exactly!
It wouldn't have been so bad if Dino had learned to stay away from the dangerous type. All of his years assisting those in need, all of his years banishing spirits, or conjuring them from the mists in order to protect people, all of those years spent with his head under pounding water purifying his spirit… and this was how it ended. Pinned under the lithe bodies of two young murderers in the back room of a den of ill repute, his hands held above his head while the two of them kissed above him.
He could feel his spirit tarnishing second by second, edges of black creeping into his aura.
He was going to hell.
"Is he hard yet, Kyouya?" The taller, older murderer asked, his lips moving against Hibari Kyouya's hungry lips. Hibari responded by grinding his hips down against Dino's and biting at Mukuro's lips. Dino's eyelids fluttered and he bucked into Hibari. "Kufufufu. I guess that's a yes."
It would have been so much easier if he hadn't felt the need to help Kyouya on that day the dangerous teen wandered into the temple. It would have been so much easier if he hadn't led Kyouya back to his room and given him first aid, cleansing the bloody wounds and conjuring a good spirit to bless Kyouya and help him regain his strength sooner.
If Dino had just healed Hibari the normal way he probably wouldn't be writhing underneath two inquisitive pairs of hands as they stripped him in between wrestling with each other's clothes. It was interesting, the aggression between Hibari and Mukuro. At times the partners seemed to hate each other, at others…
Well, no, they always appeared to hate each other.
"He'll be very useful, won't he Kyouya." Mukuro murmured before he bit down on the side of Dino's neck and sucked on the skin there. On the other side Hibari imitated him, and Dino hissed. Pain on one side, bliss on the other.
Ouch.
Of course, if Hibari had not come back to attempt to kill Dino the next night, slashing his skin and finding black blood spilling down to stain Dino's white clothes… well, Mukuro would probably not have been interested at all.
But there were a number of things one of the Half Humans could do for them that a pair of murderers might find useful. And of course the best way to tie a Half to you was through sex.
With Hibari seated firmly on his dick, Mukuro's hands stroking Hibari's erection and staring over Hibari's shoulder down at Dino while whispering filthy things in Hibari's ear that made Hibari clench and buck around Dino…
Dino wasn't sure whether to bless his ancestry or curse it. In the end, when Hibari squeezed him tight and splattered white semen on his chest, and Dino found himself unable to resist and came inside of Hibari, and Mukuro pulled Hibari off Dino and licked the two of them clean…
Dino did both.
