31st Realm

[mukuro69]

whyam I an owl/?

[Typing with claws is hard. D:]

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[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He sighs and lies back on the bed.]

I will still be here when you're back.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He pauses in mid-step, head beginning to turn as if to glance back. He forces himself to face the front again and continue towards the door. On the knob his hand rests briefly, as if expecting something (or someone) to stop him.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He chooses that opportunity to move from the bed. Reaching out for Mukuro, he sweeps the smaller man back into his arm before burying his lips in the crook of the illusionist's neck.]

But think again, I really don't want you to leave, my love.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[He mumbles so quietly Byakuran might think he had been imagining it.]

As long as you keep chasing me, I'll continue to run away...

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

...Don't you like the game of chase, Mukuro-kun?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

...We're engaged. There is nothing to chase, is there?

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

...Perhaps I am just afraid I will lose you.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Flatly:] You don't trust me.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

I do, believe me. But I just don't trust the outer factors.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Snarling:] I don't need protection.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

There you go again. Calm down, love. I have no intention of saying you cannot protect yourself.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

You do not say it but that is what you are doing.

[Wriggling out of the don's grasp, voice bitter, he places a hand on the door knob again.]

When you can learn to let go, perhaps I will come back.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

You say I do not trust you. Have you ever thought the fact that you are running away is also the same, Mukuro-kun?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

...What do you mean?

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

You do not trust me.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[...He has no answer to that because it's true.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

You ask me to trust you but you give me no trust. I think at least we can agree on an equivalent exchange, my love.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

You speak as if trust is so easily bartered.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

Is that entirely impossible?

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Trust is not given so easily.

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

But it can still be built. Gradually.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

But not bartered.

[A hand pushes Byakuran away, Mukuro's eyes lowered and looking off to the side. He can't open the door with him being backed up against it like he is right now.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

...What else can I do?

[Backing Mukuro against the door, he gazes intensely at his lover before leaning in...close enough that he can kiss Mukuro if he wants to but he only stops there.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

You could stop trying to pin me down.

[His back hits the wood and he presses himself against it, trying desperately to stare anywhere but at the don's tempting lips. Which would be a bad idea.]

[donmillefiore.livejournal.com]

[He smirks and kneads Mukuro's lips with his thumb.]

I can let you ride me instead.