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One of the last things Dino Cavallone expected to see, once he the pink smoke had dissipated enough for him to see, was a naked Rokudo Mukuro. Of course, that type of description did not do Mukuro justice. He hovered over Dino, his hands planted on the pillows beside Dino’s head. His eyes were slightly widened with surprise, but narrowed in amusement sure enough. “Oya, oya, what have we here?”
Dino risked a quick glance down Mukuro’s body. Mukuro was kneeling over Dino, his legs straddling Dino’s chest. From the rigidity of his…
Dino could only guess that his older self and Mukuro had been in the middle of some particularly intimate negotiations. The types of negotiations Dino had never thought of Mukuro as a possible partner for. Not that Mukuro was bad looking, he was actually quite good looking, and the danger of his personality and history added a certain sexual air to him. Even as a teenager, Mukuro had held a sort of ‘I’ll kill you before I kiss you’ type of sexual appeal. Not that Dino noticed.
Though Dino doubted his other self was dead after just a kiss. Unless Mukuro had been sleeping with his corpse?
Eww.
“I don’t know what you’re imagining, younger bucking horse.” Mukuro set himself down on Dino’s chest, straddling the slightly younger man and trapping his arms neatly. “But I assure you I’m not that bad in bed.”
Dino tried not to freak out as Mukuro dragged leather gloved fingers through his hair.
“I was just thinking that it’s not every day I find myself in bed,” with a mass murderer, with an insane sociopath, with a really naked hot guy, with someone who tried to kill my younger brother, “with a younger man.”
“Kufufu.” Mukuro chuckled, his fingers tightening in Dino’s hair. “But right now, you’re the younger one, aren’t you Cavallone.”
Dino’s watch was on the wrist trapped against his chest by Mukuro’s strong thighs, and there weren’t any clocks in sight. There should be an alarm clock at least, this did look like Dino’s own room, but he could not spot one. Especially not with Mukuro’s bared chest blocking most of his vision. That and Mukuro’s face coming closer and closer while his hands held Dino still. Mukuro’s nose brushed Dino, and Dino couldn’t help but stare into Mukuro’s bi-colored eyes.
“Of course. You’re not the dominant one in bed anyway.” Mukuro chuckled again, and his mouth clapped down on Dino’s own.
POOF
It took Dino a second to realize he was back where he had started, Namimori’s rooftop, and another second to realize that Hibari Kyouya’s tonfa was about to impact with his head. Thankfully Romario hadn’t fled the scene.
“What did you see, boss?” Romario asked after Hibari had allowed Dino to call a break and the two had separated to lick their wounds.
Dino laughed and wiped a torn and mangled sleeve over his bloody and sweat covered forehead. “You know? I’m really not sure…”
Dino risked a quick glance down Mukuro’s body. Mukuro was kneeling over Dino, his legs straddling Dino’s chest. From the rigidity of his…
Dino could only guess that his older self and Mukuro had been in the middle of some particularly intimate negotiations. The types of negotiations Dino had never thought of Mukuro as a possible partner for. Not that Mukuro was bad looking, he was actually quite good looking, and the danger of his personality and history added a certain sexual air to him. Even as a teenager, Mukuro had held a sort of ‘I’ll kill you before I kiss you’ type of sexual appeal. Not that Dino noticed.
Though Dino doubted his other self was dead after just a kiss. Unless Mukuro had been sleeping with his corpse?
Eww.
“I don’t know what you’re imagining, younger bucking horse.” Mukuro set himself down on Dino’s chest, straddling the slightly younger man and trapping his arms neatly. “But I assure you I’m not that bad in bed.”
Dino tried not to freak out as Mukuro dragged leather gloved fingers through his hair.
“I was just thinking that it’s not every day I find myself in bed,” with a mass murderer, with an insane sociopath, with a really naked hot guy, with someone who tried to kill my younger brother, “with a younger man.”
“Kufufu.” Mukuro chuckled, his fingers tightening in Dino’s hair. “But right now, you’re the younger one, aren’t you Cavallone.”
Dino’s watch was on the wrist trapped against his chest by Mukuro’s strong thighs, and there weren’t any clocks in sight. There should be an alarm clock at least, this did look like Dino’s own room, but he could not spot one. Especially not with Mukuro’s bared chest blocking most of his vision. That and Mukuro’s face coming closer and closer while his hands held Dino still. Mukuro’s nose brushed Dino, and Dino couldn’t help but stare into Mukuro’s bi-colored eyes.
“Of course. You’re not the dominant one in bed anyway.” Mukuro chuckled again, and his mouth clapped down on Dino’s own.
POOF
It took Dino a second to realize he was back where he had started, Namimori’s rooftop, and another second to realize that Hibari Kyouya’s tonfa was about to impact with his head. Thankfully Romario hadn’t fled the scene.
“What did you see, boss?” Romario asked after Hibari had allowed Dino to call a break and the two had separated to lick their wounds.
Dino laughed and wiped a torn and mangled sleeve over his bloody and sweat covered forehead. “You know? I’m really not sure…”