Curiosity-(KHR fanfic/ Mukuro × Tsuna)

Chapter eight

( Original= Original

Italics= Dream

Italic/bold= Thought/memory)
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Fire. It was in his blood, raging into a blaze as passion stirred to an inferno. Tsuna gasped wordlessly, softly, his arms unwittingly coming up to wrap around the only thing that he knew was real.

It's hot, he thought absently, his breathing ragged. It's too hot....

Hands that were gentle ran down his spine, petting him affectionately.

Like I was some obedient pet...

Tsuna shuddered, goosebumps rising sharply to the surface of his flesh.

I hate this....

I hate this....

He tightened his grip around the only person who was with him, wanting to not let go.

...If I let go, then what would happen to me?

...Who else would keep my mind from falling completely over the edge?

It was only when they were like this that everything made sense. It was only when they were like this that Tsuna's mind was cleared of all confusion, or numbness.

I hate this....

"You feel so good...." Mukuro's voice had a softness, a vulnerability to it that made him seem more human than before. He was becoming swept away by the fire of passion that he had started.

I hate this.

I hate feeling such weakness.

I hate feeling such clarity.

...Yet, I love him when he is this gentle.

...Even if it is a lie.

Mukuro pressed a kiss to Tsuna's forehead even as his hands dug into his skin, bruising the flesh. But he did not show pain as the illusionist pulled him closer.

"Does it feel good, Sawada Tsunayoshi?" he whispered in Tsuna's ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. "My little mouse..."

Yes, it feels good. So good. So pleasurable. So wonderful. So....

Tsuna closed his eyes and turned his head away when Mukuro tried to kiss him.

Mukuro paused at that.

"Oya," the illusionist said, sounding surprised, "why are you crying?"

Crying?

Tsuna reached up, and to his surprise, felt the warm wetness of tears.

Oh....

I am crying....

...But why does he care?

I am sure he does not care.

After all, he hates me.

...And I was starting to hate him just as much.

Tsuna stared at him, uncomprehending, as Mukuro gently wiped away the moisture from under his eyes.

Something in his gaze made Tsuna freeze, even as Mukuro leaned down to press his lips to his once more.

That look in his gaze made any thought of resistance fade from Tsuna's mind.

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(Hello! It's been forever since I last updated, and I'm sorry for that. This chapter is very short, I know, but hopefully not too short~

I also realized that I wrote this chapter in first person when it was supposed to be third, so I went and fixed that ^.^;

Urgh, Wattpad is such a trouble to fix stuff now, so I had to delete this, then write it again! What happened to Wattpad, I wonder? I mean, sure, I like it still, but there are so many glitches on the app, and the website is kinda....

Well, nevermind that! I'll eat something sweet and get over my little temper tantrum~ >. <~

I got a new phone, so I'm using it to write this chapter. It's very nifty, I gotta say ^.^

I hope you liked this chapter and hope that you're still interested in my fanfics \(^.^}/

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I think I'm gonna try to write more fanfics for Noblesse and make a Hetalia fanfic. Let's see if that comes out good. I'm looking forward to it :)

OK, bye for now! And again, thank you!!)