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Sorry i know it's lousy paragraphing. ):
Okay now, does anyone have any objections against weddings. :D I was thinking it'd be too long if i added a wedding to chapters.
Oh, and well. do y'all wanna read lemon?
Mukuro couldn't stand it. The heat from her body was enough to make him go crazy. He was lusting after her again. Grabbing her hands, he shoved his way through the crowds of people, dragging her up to his room. Chrome struggled to keep up with him. As they climbed up the stairs, Mukuro thought," Wouldn't it be faster, if I carried her?" Without a second thought, he grasped her small bodice, pulling her up in his arms. She gasped, causing a small twang in his heart. Carrying her, he felt a glow in his heart, as if she were his bride. "Which she would be. Always. My forever." Feeling a cool touch to his cheeks, he stopped in his steps.
He looked down at Chrome in his arms.
"Mukuro-sama, why are you in such a hurry?" Her violet eyes flashed at him, confusion obvious in her eyes. Chrome's plush lips jutted out, as if in a pout.
"My dear Chrome..." Looking at her, tender flames seemed to have burned in his irises. He wondered how she could be so oblivious. "I want you."
Flinging open his room door, Mukuro threw her on his bed, pulling off his tie. Staring at her, lying on his bed, with all vulnerability showing at him, he threw his tie to the ground, working his way through her clothes. *Lemon!* Mukuro pulled off his pants, easing his burden. Plunging himself inside Chrome, he held her neck, pulling her body to his. Arching against him, she finally reached her climax, clenching around him. Chrome's heart thudded in her chest, as he slowed down, pulling off the rest of her clothes, showing her pale, milky skin, and the rest of her assets. He untied her eye patch, kissing her wounded eye. His hands moved to her bra, and pulled the string attaching it together. Chrome smiled, a sight of shyness. Hugging him, he laid his head on her breasts. With him still in her, he brushed her hair, untangling all her curls. Her skin rubbed against his, re-igniting his desire. He withdrew, moaning. She clenched her teeth, not willing to let her pain, and pleasure, release from her mouth, well aware that Mukuro-sama could do anything he wanted.
Her tears, however, flowed freely from her eyes, pain stinging. Mukuro kissed her tears, wiping them off with his cold, cold lips.
"Sorry." He whispered.
Chrome ran up the steps, fighting to keep up with his furious speed. Confusion flashed through with understanding. She seemed to understand...a little. Thinking, as she was being pulled up the stairs, she felt her feet being lifted off the ground. A cold arm around her waist, with cold hands pressing on her side, she gasped, shocked. The cold and the unexpected lifting made her unexpectedly let out a sound of surprise, for it was surprising. Mukuro-sama's face seemed closer, lovelier than usual. Unconsciously, she lifted her fingers, touching his cheeks, cheeks close enough for her to be touched. Cool enough for to caress. His lips so close...
Her confusion spoke through her lips, as she question his rush.
"Mukuro-sama, why are you in such a hurry?" Her brain was in a mist. The mist she so often used...
"My dear Chrome...I want you." Mukuro-sama replied. Her dream seemed to come true, for she so often bathed in such illusions.
Was I dreaming? I think not. Ah. I want you too, Mukuro-sama. I...love you.
She was snapped out of her day-dream, when she was dumped on his bed. Both watching with hungry eyes, him taking off his tie, her watching him take off his tie, their desire obvious in the air. Mukuro-sama had always gotten what he wanted. Be it her body, or her mind.
He...never cared about what she wanted, he only took what he wanted from her.
Wait. why was she thinking that. Should she be happy that he wanted her? Whether she hurt or not, he didn't care, did he? Her emotions fought, both happiness and curiosity fighting. Her clothes were pulled off without her consent. He was also taking off his clothes.
Ah, arching against him, her heart thudded involuntarily. Her body was lifted against his.
She did enjoy the pleasure he so enjoyed giving her, she enjoyed receiving, she enjoyed it, but it wasn't. It wasn't all she wanted. The rest of her clothes were shed, and her eye patch was taken off. Her ugly scar was shown, but Mukuro-sama actually tenderly kissed it, as if he loved her. As if he loved her...
Chrome felt the pressure on her chest being eased, as he untied her bra. Smiling coyly, she lifted her arms, hugging him, pulling him in an embrace. Mukuro-sama's silk hair brushed against her breasts, her nipples hardening, as he nestled his head against them. His hand moved through her hair, touching her back...caressing? She moved, confused, accidentally rubbing her skin against his. It seemed to have made him want her again.
She never knew what drove him crazy.
But it hurt. She couldn't let Mukuro-sama know it hurt. The best time to hide her thoughts, was when he was pre-occupied. Which was..well, usually when they had sex.
Her vision blurred, tears sliding...
Pulling Chrome close to him, Mukuro pressed his now-sweaty skin against hers. She had fallen asleep after they did it again.
"I must have tired her out." He thought, a sudden guilt pulsed through him. But truth to be told, he had not thought of it when he was consumed by the thought of...gobbling her. Putting his arms across her waist, he fit his body into hers, and fell deep asleep, manipulating his illusions, so that he'd dream of her...