“Not that’ll matter really..”

byakuranskygesso:

“I don’t mind… if I get to bring you down in hell with me.” He confessed, raising his head and bringing his arms around his neck. “You already are my grave, Mukuro.” He muttered, kissing his lips softly, but thoroughly, for keeping his taste in his mouth for a while more.

“You better be back some day.” He warned in a dangerous tone.

Lips parted a little, eyes becoming hooded. Only Byakuran was creating any friction between them though even if Mukuro pecked back. Or did he? Nothing was for certain right now in his mind. So, Byakuran led and he would follow—in a way. “Back.. Where else do I have to go? Maybe i’ll just remain in my rightful place handed down by my father. Then you’ll be here all alone.”

byakuranskygesso:

Byakuran moved back, caressing the chest of the man with his two hands, as if he was feeling Mukuro’s presence now and right there. Then, slowly and not without doubts, he placed his head on his shoulder, while his arms found the man’s waist, hugging him.

“Can’t I tie you down and never let go? I don’t mind being cruel…” His breathing sounded a bit laboured.

So he only moved back to move in again. What was really that point. Mentally shrugged at that,not seeming to really bother on it. Hetero eyes just watched over Byakuran as Mukuro limped there. “Could you? More or less it would be a failure of attempt. And you’d be digging your own grave.”