Drabble no 1: Lust. And who more fitting to star than Mukuro? Let's face it, this guy is lust personified... all that chat about wanting people's bodies... I dare ANYONE not to see the innuendo there!

Warning: Mild references to sex and light swearing. Reader self insert

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Mukuro

Lust: excessive thoughts or desires of a sexual nature

You were no fool.

You knew that it meant nothing when he came to you at night, whispering honeyed words into your ear. But how could you resist such well dressed lies? His voice, velvet seduction as it promised you the world. His mocking smile that taunted you. His soft caresses that left you weak in the knees. The searing fire of his kiss that burned you to your very core. The ecstasy of his body as it moved against yours.

You were only human after all. And he was a master at minipulation.

Honestly you didn't know exactly what you were to Mukuro. If indeed you were anything. After all, who really knew what went through his mind?

Hell you didn't even know what he was to you! The only thing that you did know was that, try as you might, you could never refuse him.

He knew it too. The bastard.

Heaving a soft sigh, you rolled over in bed, your eyes drifting to the ceiling as you continued to consider the complex riddle that was Rokudo Mukuro.

You were probably just another toy to him. Something to be used and thrown away as and when he saw fit.

You hated him for that.

But it didn't stop you from wanting him.

A sardonic smile twitched at the corners of your lips at that thought. Oh yes you wanted him. Somehow, you doubted that would ever change. Evil, manipulative, charming, handsome bastard that he was.

And as much as it disgusted you to admit it, you knew that you could probably learn to cope with the knowledge that he was using you.

Slowly your eyes travelled to the figure that lay peacefully sleeping next to you. With each gentle breath their smooth, toned back rose and fell before your eyes, the blankets long having spilled down to pool at their waist. Shifting slightly, the sleeping figure let out a sleepy groan as they slowly began to rouse.

Your left eye began to twitch with horror.

But no matter how good the sex was (and dear God it was) you were rapidly coming to the conclusion that it simply was not worth the embarrassment of waking up the next morning next to a clueless, naked Chrome.

Some men, just had to much baggage.

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