♛ My Destination. I am arriving, just as I am about to leave

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Characters: Rokudo Mukuro & Anyone
Status: Open
Summary: His First Arrival
Location: The Mirage
Warnings: None.... yet. EDIT: Now there will be sex, probably.  ｂ（￣▽￣）ｄ

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Belarus was actually not too far behind the young man when he too entered the Mirage, having had wandered around Vegas for a little self-tour. They were about the same height, though the other was slightly thinner, and had an aura around him that didn't feel entirely normal.

Then again, he had met a ribika, Asato, with his cat-like appendages, so it was no wonder to him if there was anything peculiar about this one. Nonetheless, Belarus ignored him as he made to walk pass him, throwing a glance at him as he did so.

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Belarus raised a brow at that. It seemed that 'Sho' was quite knowledgeable when it came to nations and their names, though it irked him to hear his name pronounced in that atrocious Polish language. "Respublika Bielaruś." He corrected, glaring at him and ignoring his next statement.

He doubt 'Sakurai Sho' was his real name either, though Belarus was quite sure there will be no need for him to use it.

At least that sounded true enough, and besides, 'Sho' looked the part of a Japanese. Or at least an Asian. Belarus tilted his head back over his shoulder at him, then jerked his head in the direction of the elevator. "My room." Even that spacious space of the lift works too, if Mukuro was not against it.

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Mukuro raised his eyes as he caught the shift in tone, catching the disgruntled expression. What an reaction to such simple words... He followed the man easily towards the elevator.

The strange flicker of interest as the man stared at the lift, did not escape the illusionist's keen observations. A small smile curved upon his lips. //Slightly of a voyeur... aren't we...Or..//

Of course, the lift was nice, but he much preferred a bed, and he wanted to see the room... however, it was a very nice place to star some foreplay. If he was to do what he wanted, he needed to get what he wanted first.

As the elevator door opened, and they both entered into the strangely well kept lift. Elegant fingers reached up and curled against the man's neck. His nails traced the sensitive flesh before, almost roughly, Mukuro pulled his head lower. "... do you like the thrill of it..." Warm breaths lapped gently against the his ear, while lips glazed to the man's earlobe. Seduction was an art, and Mukuro happened to be good at it.

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Belarus had no qualms about where they did their deed, so long as it was done and the achievement reached. The elevator was fine either, though for now, the bed was a much better option. He wasn't going to do anything in the open unless he had made sure Russia wasn't around. The nation couldn't bear letting his sibling see him with another man.

Before he could press the button to his room floor, he felt those long slender fingers around his neck, pulling him lower against the other man. He growled lowly, dangerously, and then his breath hitched at the feel on his tongue on his earlobe.

Just as roughly the other had pulled him, he pushed the man back, hands covering his reddened ear, cheeks slightly flushed, though his eyes were glaring daggers at 'Sho'. "What are you doing?" If they were to have sex, they would do it his way.

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Mukuro smiled lightly to himself as he watched the blood rushing to exactly where he expected them to go. Blinking rather innocently, he shook his head, "...I just thought that... " traveling with the strange vertigo as they began to assent the floors, so did the scent of something sweet. It was too delicate to be suspicious but permeated from the boy's body. Filling the tiny cubical not soon enough.

"... if we were to do such a thing. I didn't want it to be a cruel and cold thing." The words sounded so honest, as Mukuro's fingers reached up pressing against the man's cheek, pulling him, luring, closer for a kiss.

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'He just thought what?' was what ran through his mind as he finally punched the number to his room floor, mentally scowling at himself, narrowed eyes trained on the other man.

The sweet scent didn't go unnoticed, though he had no idea that it was the other's doing, even though it was beginning to press up onto him, filling his nostril and making him heady.

"Will not be cruel if you listen to me." That wasn't exactly true either, but he was more compliant when obeyed. He nearly flinched at the contact on his cheeks, as if burning with his touch, and yet internally he was arguing that this was all for the chips.

He allowed himself to be pulled closer, though his lips remained close as the other attempt to kiss him, his eyes remaining opened.

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Mukuro didn't close his eyes either, instead the stark contrast of his douchrome eyes pierced into him. His lips were soft as they molded against Belarus,' sharp teeth, bite against the man as he grew unsatisfied. His tongue slithered against the metallic tang, as he caressed the small wound he caused. Twisting pleasure and pain into one excruciating kiss, something the other would not be able to deny.

Listen to him? ... what a funny thing to say. Mukuro never listened to anyone but himself, even as he conflicts with his own interests. However, he intend to give the man the 'obedience' he required as well... just to his own terms. Under his absolute will.

Slowly, his arms wrapped around the man's shoulders while he pressed himself, flushed against the firm body. The sweet scent was undeniable, and more now. The strangely nuke warm temperature that radiated from the boy's body was perfect, humming a melody of it's own as it caressed Belarus' muscles to relax, and screamed with temptation- hold me.

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The other man's eyes were both unnerving, yet strangely seemed to draw Belarus into it, especially the red one on Mukuro's right. He hissed softly at the bite, feeling the copper taste on his lips. In turn, it spurred him on to open his mouth wider, crushing their lips together in a fierce kiss, nipping and biting, and then his tongue thrusting in forcefully. One hand reached to the back of Mukuro's head to hold him in place, tilting his head slightly for better access.

Belarus was no gentle person, and the sweet scent in the air was starting to drive him crazy, which he could now be certain was coming from the man in front of him, whose body was now pressed up against his, the warmth spreading to him and suddenly everything was very hot.

Much too hot. Was what he thought as he finally broke the kiss, his face strangely calm, though his breathing was slightly heavier and his cheeks now with a hint of colour.

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The sudden burst of passion almost startled Mukuro, almost. But only briefly as he soon parted his lips and gave the man the amount of control he desired, while toying the tongue that slithered into his mouth. Nipping it lightly now and then again. A small reminder that the man was only allowed to take, as much as HE was willing to offer.

Fingers sank into the the soft blond hair curled against the roots. His free hand touched the base of the man's neck, tracing against his spine.

The elevator door opened with a ding.

"Your room" Looking into the bright blue eyes. Mukuro chuckled inwardly at the calm expression but flustered cheeks. He whispered inches away from the man's lip, tracing the bruised lower lip briefly with his tongue, "NOW."

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Belarus could practically taste the challenge on Mukuro's tongue, groaning lightly into his mouth, revelling temporarily in the intensity in it, the fingers in his light blond locks and his neck.

The man in front of him hid his expressions well too, making it hard for the nation to read him. It didn't matter to him at that moment as the door dinged open.

Growling lowly at the back of his throat, he began pulling the thinner man out and along the hallway, passed various rooms until he reached his own. In one quick movement, he slammed the door and pushed the Mist Guardian against the frame, mouth descending on his again.

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Mukuro felt the air rush out of his lungs as his back hit the door frame roughly; the strange mixture of passion and roughness sent a thrill up his spine. He hated sex, mentally it ruined him; yet his body craved it, always. His nerves did, just as it reacted to the hands against his body and the mouth. Sharp eyes, tingled with lust, he lowered his lashes as he kissed the man this time, purposely biting his own lip. Metallic tang, and bloody kisses, sinking into the Belarus' mind like poison. Well aged wine laced with with arsenic as it traveled through the man's system. 'want me, want me, want me, always.' The melody hummed, while Mukuro's tongue continued to toy with the man's mouth a bit longer, before pulling away for a much needed gasp of air. A small smile flashed against tainted cheeks, before sharp teeth sank into the base of man's neck, biting into the sensitive flesh there, making his mark.

Fingers began yanking against the man's coat none to gently, pulling and almost ripping at the coat, need it off of his shoulders.

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The nation's hands were on the other man's shoulders, holding him firmly as his sharp teeth nipped at his lips, a rough kiss that drew blood. Either his own or the other, it didn't matter. Their blood were mingling, the sweet taste acting like a drug to his system, clouding his senses. His mind was raging against it, hating this whole act, despicable and degrading, and yet his body was pressing against the thinner man, pinning him.

Belarus was panting slightly when they finally broke the kiss, then gasped sharply at the pain at his neck, feeling his skin break and a thin line of blood seeping out. He let his coat fall to the floor, doing the same with the other's, ripping it open roughly, the buttons flying and bouncing against the hard surfaces of his room.

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His tongue dipped into the wound he caused, making it bruise, sore, before swirling along the edges, nursing it. Fingers brushing along the other side, caressing down the length of his neck, and tracing his collarbone.

"Ah!" A startled sound, as his eyes widened from his ruined shirt. Mukuro's breathing was only slightly hitched, after all, he did not want to loose himself, not yet. The smile returned to his lips not soon after. "... I was trying to save you some shirts... but I see that is no longer necessary..." A soft whisper against the shell of the man's ear, before his own nimble fingers sank into the thin layer of cotton and ripped it off of the man's shoulders. His hands quickly traced the naked flesh beneath.

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Pain went hand-in-hand with pleasure, and it only served to heighten the level of foreplay, shivering lightly at the touches and tongue on his skin.

A small smirk graced the nation's feature, pleased at the reaction the other's reaction. "...no need--" He flushed slightly at the whisper, groaning as the man tore at his shirt, skin burning under his hands, before continuing. "--no need to be patient." And he pulled the other closer for another bruising kiss, lapping at his wound, before placing open kisses along his neck and down to his collarbone.

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His lips tingled when Belarus lapped against wound, reaching into some carnal desire. Ones that he struggled with himself.

"Nn. A-ah..." Soft sounds fell past his lips as he felt the lips glazing across his neck, against his collarbone. Pleasure was a universal language, and while something within his mind was screaming and slamming against a cracking shell. Another part of him stood there and laughed. Laughed hysterically. His hands tightened their grip against in Belarus' hair while, a leg was hooked around his waist. Pressing, and rubbing against the already steady erection between the nation's legs. //not very patient indeed...//

His free hand, caressing the bare flesh, along the vein of Belarus' neck, to his chest, tracing the muscles there, then finally brushing against his left nipple. Just barely at first, light waves of pleasure, teasing, before the fingers tightened, twisting the nub roughly. Pleasure, to pain, to pleasure again. Gently caressing the abused little thing with between the pads of his fingers.

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Mukuro wasn't the only one with a voice screaming in his head, raging with every nerve and in his soul. It felt as if a part of him was separated, watching from a distance the primal act between two men. He winced at the fingers in his hair, groaning a moment later at the friction against his hard-on. The other was just as hard as him too, despite how they didn't want this.

"Nngh..." He shuddered slightly as his nub harden under the other's teasing fingers. In return, his mouth travelled back up Mukuro's neck, and mirroring what the Mist Guardian's earlier action, sank his sharp teeth into his shoulder, then lapping at the blood as if high on drugs.

Then his hands were on Mukuro's pants, fingers tugging on his belt, all the while rubbing against the other's erection. Once he finally got it loosened enough, he thrust his hand in, stroking his length.