First one for Citrus Taste!
Title: Nightmare
Author: asario
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Mukuro/Chrome
Rating: NC-17/M
Prompt: 001. Comfort Sex
Word Count: 2,141 words
AN/Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn and its characters. All characters are over eighteen. Dedicated to nurikokoishii
Chrome looked around the room she was in. It was deserted and by the look of it, it seemed to have held no life for some time. There was a thick layer of dust over the furniture in it and it was dark, darker than a room should be. She stumbled through the room, hands out to feel for any large furniture that was in the way. She bit back a sound when she stubbed her toe, trying to keep the pain inside as she continued to walk through the room. She was making her way to the center, where a path of moonlight filtered down from the skylight onto a bed. It was a large canopy bed, curtains shielding whoever (whatever) was on the bed from the rest of the deserted room.
It only took a minute before she reached it, though it felt like an eternity. Her hand moved toward one of the curtains, ready to pull it back when she felt something brush up against her leg. She jumped, her eyes jittering over the room before she looked down to see a black cat weaving through her legs, rubbing against them as he passed through them. She reached down to pet him, hesitating when she remembered an old Western superstition Mukuro had told her (black cats are bad luck). She pulled her hand back a bit, wary, when the cat swiped at her. She hissed, pulling back her hand like she had been burned. And it felt like it as blood welled up in the scratches.
She swallowed, suddenly very afraid. Somehow, she knew whatever was lying beyond the curtain would be horrible and she very nearly ran. But it was as if she had no control over her own limbs. She moved closer to the bed, her hand fisting tightly in the curtain before drawing it back, peeking inside. She couldn’t see anything, the area as dark as the rest of the room. Then she felt a hand grasp her wrist and she gasped. She tried to move, to stumble and run away, but the grip was like a vice around her wrist. She shuddered when something crawled up her arm, biting back a cry when she saw maggots sliding up her arm. And then there was a voice and her breath caught.
“Why so afraid, my cute Chrome?” the familiar voice said. She saw Mukuro’s face come out of the inky darkness, and she was relieved. Though that relief was cut short when she saw his throat, a long gash across it and blood pouring from it. When he smiled, a line of blood dripped from the corner and there was a gurgle when he started to talk again. “Don’t you want to join me?”
She didn’t think. She just tossed her head back and screamed.
Chrome jumped up, a hand over her heart and her breathing heavy. It was still dark in the room, still quiet save for the labored sounds of her breathing. Though she knew he was next to her, she couldn’t hear or see Mukuro in the inky blackness. And she was glad for it for once. If she couldn’t see him, then he couldn’t see her, and he wouldn’t see the way her chest heaved as she calmed her breathing, or see the glint of the tears on her cheek that had fallen while she dreamed. She didn’t want him to know why her heart pounded like a jackhammer, nor did she want him to know why shudders wracked her frame. She didn’t want…
“Is something wrong, my cute Chrome?” Mukuro asked from beside her. She started, jumping a little when she heard his voice. She hadn’t expected him to wake up, though she knew better than to be surprised by it. Mukuro was, if anything, mysterious - even to her after all of these years. And with their thoughts so intricately linked, it was difficult to keep anything from her. She calmed herself, forcing her heartbeat to slow with some difficulty.
“No, Mukuro-sama. I just had trouble sleeping,” she replied. It wasn’t a lie, not really. She was having trouble sleeping.
“Chrome, I don’t appreciate the omission. You of all people should know better.” Chrome looked down, unable to so much as glance at Mukuro. If she had been another person, she may have made some sort of remark about him doing the same to her, but the thought never even crossed her mind.
“I apologize, Mukuro-sama. It won’t happen again.” When Mukuro’s finger tipped her chin up to look at him, she took a deep breath. It was difficult sometimes to look at him when he gave nothing away, when staring into his eyes gave her as many answers as a piece of stone did.
“No, it won’t.” He sounded so sure of it, and she didn’t deny it. She never made the same mistake with Mukuro twice, because disappointing him wasn’t an option for her. “As it is, you don’t need to tell me what you dreamed of. I know your mind better than my own at times.” Though Chrome was surprised at the admission, she didn’t let it show, her face blank. Even her single, visible eye was devoid of any emotion. It wasn’t until Mukuro passed his thumb over her lips so softly she barely felt it that she gave up the doll-like appearance. Her eye fluttered shut and her mouth parted ever so slightly, a shuddered breath falling from the space. In some ways, it still awed her that he found her worthy of his touch, and that, at times, it could be so gentle. “Perhaps it is time to show you just how real I am.”
Her eye didn’t open as his lips replaced his thumb, again the touch feather light and teasing. She dare not ask for more though, through her words and actions, as she was loathe to break this moment of tranquility. When his tongue brushed over the seam of her lips, seeking entrance, her head tipped back and, with a sigh, she opened his mouth to him. Now would be the time that the gentleness would be gone, now would be the time that he took what he wanted from her (not that she had any objections to that). But when his tongue brushed against hers softly, when it gently began to coax her own into the fray, her brow furrowed. She was surprised, but curious, as he pushed her down on the bed, the motion deliberate and yet tender, something that was normally feigned with him.
When he pulled back from the kiss, she tried to follow him, but was denied when he pressed her down on the bed again. This time she didn’t move, her body already trembling as his hand trailed down her nude body and pulling down the sheets the covered it. A flush built up on her skin, from her cheeks to her neck and along the rest of her body, turning the milky white to a healthy pale rose. It was part embarrassment, part arousal that fueled the flush as Mukuro looked her over. It was so searching that it made her uncomfortable, but filled with so much lust she was filled with a tiny seed of womanly pride, that she was the one who was doing this to him.
And then she lost her ability to think as he leaned down, his teeth scraping over her jaw softly. She tipped her side to his ministrations, her mouth opened in a soft oh of pleasure. Her breath came quicker as his mouth made its way to her neck and his tongue ran down her fast beating pulse. He sunk his teeth into the skin there, so gently that she barely felt that they were there. When he began to suck on the skin, forcing the blood to the surface and marking the skin, she let out a quiet sound of pleasure, shifting under him. He had barely touched her, and she already felt like she was burning up, her body trembling in anticipation.
She arched when his hands joined his mouth into teasing her body, feather light caresses forcing goosebumps up on sensitive skin. They trailed upwards, up her sides and over the slight swell of her breasts as her mouth opened with a quiet gasp. His mouth traced the line of her collarbone slowly and, when he reached the hollow in the middle, he moved downward, his tongue darting out to taste her. His hands had made their way to her breasts, barely touching her, but the touch was like fire on her skin as the rough skin slid so softly over her nipples. She hadn’t realized her eye had fluttered shut until his tongue flicked over her nipple and caused her eye to open wide in surprise. Her arms flew up beside her head, her fingers fisting in the sheets there as she moaned so quietly. Mukuro must have been pleased with this reaction, because he chuckled and wrapped his lips around her nipple, suckling gently. She felt it puckering under his tongue and she shivered. Before Mukuro, she had never known her body to be so sensitive, though it may have been his touch that did that to her.
“Oh, Mukuro-sama.” It was a breathy moan, so quiet that it was nearly lost in the rustling of the sheets as Mukuro shifted to trail his hands and mouth down the swell of her breast and over her stomach. He paused only to dip his tongue in her navel, circling it before thrusting it inside in an imitation of love making. It was becoming difficult to do anything but respond to his touches. When his tongue swept over the skin right under her navel, she trembled in anticipation, wondering what he was going to do. Her question was answered when he crouched between her legs, pushing them back and spreading her open. She flushed, in arousal and embarrassment as he smirked up at her.
“Is something wrong, my cute Chrome?” he asked. She could only shake her head, no power over her own voice. And then he leans forward, sweeping his tongue through her folds firmly. She arched off the bed with a squeak, not able to do anything but that. Her body was tight as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue moving quickly over her clit. The sounds that came out of her mouth were quiet though, only soft gasps and low moans tumbling from her lips. She couldn’t stop the way her eye fluttered shut, overwhelmed by pleasure, nor could she stop the way her hips rolled upwards, wanting more of his mouth.
She was a little surprised when one of his arms hooked around her leg, but when two of his fingers opened her up and he wrapped his lips around her clitoris, sucking softly, she realized what he was doing. Her hips bucked up into his mouth, crying out sharply as the molten feeling in her belly began to build. Her body was tight and tense as she moved into his mouth. His teasing from earlier had pushed her close to the edge, and she knew, with his skilled tongue and mouth, she wouldn’t last long. One of his fingers teased her wet entrance, already sensitive to the touch, before sliding inside easily. As he drove her mad with his mouth and tongue, his finger moved inside of her, rubbing against her walls and causing her to clench around the digit.
When his teeth scraped over her so lightly she barely felt it, it was enough to throw her over the precipice. She tossed her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her hips jerked helplessly toward his mouth, the movements erratic and shaky as she made low noises of pleasure deep in her throat. Then it all snapped, her orgasm surging over her like a tidal wave, everything - all the pain, the sadness, the terror she felt earlier - slipping away in the torrent. Her body trembled, hips jerking unevenly as he pulled back, licking his lips. Her fingers, knuckles white from clenching the bedclothes tightly, relaxed and her body went limp as she let out wobbly breaths.
She could barely keep her eye open as Mukuro slid up to the space beside her, the small smirk that was constantly on his lips playing there. Her energy was sapped, her mind blank as his hand traced over her body in a parody of tenderness.
“Do you believe that I’m alive now?” She made a vague noise of agreement as she curled up beside him, her eye slipping closed as she fell asleep. She barely heard his chuckle as she drifted off, content finally. And for just one night, nightmares didn’t chase her sleep.
Author: asario
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Mukuro/Chrome
Rating: NC-17/M
Prompt: 001. Comfort Sex
Word Count: 2,141 words
AN/Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn and its characters. All characters are over eighteen. Dedicated to nurikokoishii
Chrome looked around the room she was in. It was deserted and by the look of it, it seemed to have held no life for some time. There was a thick layer of dust over the furniture in it and it was dark, darker than a room should be. She stumbled through the room, hands out to feel for any large furniture that was in the way. She bit back a sound when she stubbed her toe, trying to keep the pain inside as she continued to walk through the room. She was making her way to the center, where a path of moonlight filtered down from the skylight onto a bed. It was a large canopy bed, curtains shielding whoever (whatever) was on the bed from the rest of the deserted room.
It only took a minute before she reached it, though it felt like an eternity. Her hand moved toward one of the curtains, ready to pull it back when she felt something brush up against her leg. She jumped, her eyes jittering over the room before she looked down to see a black cat weaving through her legs, rubbing against them as he passed through them. She reached down to pet him, hesitating when she remembered an old Western superstition Mukuro had told her (black cats are bad luck). She pulled her hand back a bit, wary, when the cat swiped at her. She hissed, pulling back her hand like she had been burned. And it felt like it as blood welled up in the scratches.
She swallowed, suddenly very afraid. Somehow, she knew whatever was lying beyond the curtain would be horrible and she very nearly ran. But it was as if she had no control over her own limbs. She moved closer to the bed, her hand fisting tightly in the curtain before drawing it back, peeking inside. She couldn’t see anything, the area as dark as the rest of the room. Then she felt a hand grasp her wrist and she gasped. She tried to move, to stumble and run away, but the grip was like a vice around her wrist. She shuddered when something crawled up her arm, biting back a cry when she saw maggots sliding up her arm. And then there was a voice and her breath caught.
“Why so afraid, my cute Chrome?” the familiar voice said. She saw Mukuro’s face come out of the inky darkness, and she was relieved. Though that relief was cut short when she saw his throat, a long gash across it and blood pouring from it. When he smiled, a line of blood dripped from the corner and there was a gurgle when he started to talk again. “Don’t you want to join me?”
She didn’t think. She just tossed her head back and screamed.
Chrome jumped up, a hand over her heart and her breathing heavy. It was still dark in the room, still quiet save for the labored sounds of her breathing. Though she knew he was next to her, she couldn’t hear or see Mukuro in the inky blackness. And she was glad for it for once. If she couldn’t see him, then he couldn’t see her, and he wouldn’t see the way her chest heaved as she calmed her breathing, or see the glint of the tears on her cheek that had fallen while she dreamed. She didn’t want him to know why her heart pounded like a jackhammer, nor did she want him to know why shudders wracked her frame. She didn’t want…
“Is something wrong, my cute Chrome?” Mukuro asked from beside her. She started, jumping a little when she heard his voice. She hadn’t expected him to wake up, though she knew better than to be surprised by it. Mukuro was, if anything, mysterious - even to her after all of these years. And with their thoughts so intricately linked, it was difficult to keep anything from her. She calmed herself, forcing her heartbeat to slow with some difficulty.
“No, Mukuro-sama. I just had trouble sleeping,” she replied. It wasn’t a lie, not really. She was having trouble sleeping.
“Chrome, I don’t appreciate the omission. You of all people should know better.” Chrome looked down, unable to so much as glance at Mukuro. If she had been another person, she may have made some sort of remark about him doing the same to her, but the thought never even crossed her mind.
“I apologize, Mukuro-sama. It won’t happen again.” When Mukuro’s finger tipped her chin up to look at him, she took a deep breath. It was difficult sometimes to look at him when he gave nothing away, when staring into his eyes gave her as many answers as a piece of stone did.
“No, it won’t.” He sounded so sure of it, and she didn’t deny it. She never made the same mistake with Mukuro twice, because disappointing him wasn’t an option for her. “As it is, you don’t need to tell me what you dreamed of. I know your mind better than my own at times.” Though Chrome was surprised at the admission, she didn’t let it show, her face blank. Even her single, visible eye was devoid of any emotion. It wasn’t until Mukuro passed his thumb over her lips so softly she barely felt it that she gave up the doll-like appearance. Her eye fluttered shut and her mouth parted ever so slightly, a shuddered breath falling from the space. In some ways, it still awed her that he found her worthy of his touch, and that, at times, it could be so gentle. “Perhaps it is time to show you just how real I am.”
Her eye didn’t open as his lips replaced his thumb, again the touch feather light and teasing. She dare not ask for more though, through her words and actions, as she was loathe to break this moment of tranquility. When his tongue brushed over the seam of her lips, seeking entrance, her head tipped back and, with a sigh, she opened his mouth to him. Now would be the time that the gentleness would be gone, now would be the time that he took what he wanted from her (not that she had any objections to that). But when his tongue brushed against hers softly, when it gently began to coax her own into the fray, her brow furrowed. She was surprised, but curious, as he pushed her down on the bed, the motion deliberate and yet tender, something that was normally feigned with him.
When he pulled back from the kiss, she tried to follow him, but was denied when he pressed her down on the bed again. This time she didn’t move, her body already trembling as his hand trailed down her nude body and pulling down the sheets the covered it. A flush built up on her skin, from her cheeks to her neck and along the rest of her body, turning the milky white to a healthy pale rose. It was part embarrassment, part arousal that fueled the flush as Mukuro looked her over. It was so searching that it made her uncomfortable, but filled with so much lust she was filled with a tiny seed of womanly pride, that she was the one who was doing this to him.
And then she lost her ability to think as he leaned down, his teeth scraping over her jaw softly. She tipped her side to his ministrations, her mouth opened in a soft oh of pleasure. Her breath came quicker as his mouth made its way to her neck and his tongue ran down her fast beating pulse. He sunk his teeth into the skin there, so gently that she barely felt that they were there. When he began to suck on the skin, forcing the blood to the surface and marking the skin, she let out a quiet sound of pleasure, shifting under him. He had barely touched her, and she already felt like she was burning up, her body trembling in anticipation.
She arched when his hands joined his mouth into teasing her body, feather light caresses forcing goosebumps up on sensitive skin. They trailed upwards, up her sides and over the slight swell of her breasts as her mouth opened with a quiet gasp. His mouth traced the line of her collarbone slowly and, when he reached the hollow in the middle, he moved downward, his tongue darting out to taste her. His hands had made their way to her breasts, barely touching her, but the touch was like fire on her skin as the rough skin slid so softly over her nipples. She hadn’t realized her eye had fluttered shut until his tongue flicked over her nipple and caused her eye to open wide in surprise. Her arms flew up beside her head, her fingers fisting in the sheets there as she moaned so quietly. Mukuro must have been pleased with this reaction, because he chuckled and wrapped his lips around her nipple, suckling gently. She felt it puckering under his tongue and she shivered. Before Mukuro, she had never known her body to be so sensitive, though it may have been his touch that did that to her.
“Oh, Mukuro-sama.” It was a breathy moan, so quiet that it was nearly lost in the rustling of the sheets as Mukuro shifted to trail his hands and mouth down the swell of her breast and over her stomach. He paused only to dip his tongue in her navel, circling it before thrusting it inside in an imitation of love making. It was becoming difficult to do anything but respond to his touches. When his tongue swept over the skin right under her navel, she trembled in anticipation, wondering what he was going to do. Her question was answered when he crouched between her legs, pushing them back and spreading her open. She flushed, in arousal and embarrassment as he smirked up at her.
“Is something wrong, my cute Chrome?” he asked. She could only shake her head, no power over her own voice. And then he leans forward, sweeping his tongue through her folds firmly. She arched off the bed with a squeak, not able to do anything but that. Her body was tight as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue moving quickly over her clit. The sounds that came out of her mouth were quiet though, only soft gasps and low moans tumbling from her lips. She couldn’t stop the way her eye fluttered shut, overwhelmed by pleasure, nor could she stop the way her hips rolled upwards, wanting more of his mouth.
She was a little surprised when one of his arms hooked around her leg, but when two of his fingers opened her up and he wrapped his lips around her clitoris, sucking softly, she realized what he was doing. Her hips bucked up into his mouth, crying out sharply as the molten feeling in her belly began to build. Her body was tight and tense as she moved into his mouth. His teasing from earlier had pushed her close to the edge, and she knew, with his skilled tongue and mouth, she wouldn’t last long. One of his fingers teased her wet entrance, already sensitive to the touch, before sliding inside easily. As he drove her mad with his mouth and tongue, his finger moved inside of her, rubbing against her walls and causing her to clench around the digit.
When his teeth scraped over her so lightly she barely felt it, it was enough to throw her over the precipice. She tossed her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her hips jerked helplessly toward his mouth, the movements erratic and shaky as she made low noises of pleasure deep in her throat. Then it all snapped, her orgasm surging over her like a tidal wave, everything - all the pain, the sadness, the terror she felt earlier - slipping away in the torrent. Her body trembled, hips jerking unevenly as he pulled back, licking his lips. Her fingers, knuckles white from clenching the bedclothes tightly, relaxed and her body went limp as she let out wobbly breaths.
She could barely keep her eye open as Mukuro slid up to the space beside her, the small smirk that was constantly on his lips playing there. Her energy was sapped, her mind blank as his hand traced over her body in a parody of tenderness.
“Do you believe that I’m alive now?” She made a vague noise of agreement as she curled up beside him, her eye slipping closed as she fell asleep. She barely heard his chuckle as she drifted off, content finally. And for just one night, nightmares didn’t chase her sleep.