Hiya Kids
I got this requestaroo done.

It's supposed to be a lemon, but I wanted to keep it light so that i wouldn't have to change the rating, and also to try and keep Mukuro IC.

Either way, I hope you enjoy.

But another thing to mention is that I don't really plan on adding anymore to this. If you like this, please go to my profile page and vote on my poll that I have going. It's a vote to see with series I will start next.

But enough of that crap.
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word count: 3,270

[I do not own any KHR characters]
the OC in this story is owned by MikaUchiha666. Lovely girl and writer. Check her out.

=Advice/Comments are loved=

Dee

The final traces of a recently taken shower drip from a showerhead and their patters against the stone floor echo throughout the bathroom. Along with this is the sound of fabric rubbing against itself. Though Karina isn't the cause of the water's continual dripping, she is the cause of the rubbing fabric. The woman continues to rub the wetness out of her reddish/brown tresses as the gazes upon the flesh under her collarbone. All evidence of her submission has almost vanished. She sighs, thankful that no one has caught it.

The woman can't bear the thought of admitting any weakness to him.

Even if the Varia leaders can already see it.

Well, all but a fervid leader named Levi.

Karina sits on the wooden bench that contrasts the dark blue tiling in the bathroom that is kept in place with charcoal colored grout. The light chestnut wood easily holds her weight as she begins to rub a subtly scented lotion into her skin. Deep, focused strokes knead the lotion into her creamy-colored arms. She snorts to the small freckles that lay on her skin; she went out to run errands, and the sun took advantage. She ignores them and moves on.

Against her calves her hands now rub. The feeling of her fingertips gliding up her legs serve as an easy reminder to certain fingertips doing the same exact thing one week prior. Her face blushes as a deep breath rolls though her nostrils. She pinches her arm. Karina doesn't want to dwell on Mukuro teasing her body by running feathers over all its sensitive places, and sometimes biting—

The lotion spills.

"Shit."

Karina quickly picks up the bottle and finds a towel to clean up the excess pooling on the cold tile. She doesn't realize in her scattered thoughts, but she grabbed Squalo's 'Hair Towel.' There will be a mane that doesn't have ultimate shine and bounce tomorrow. Karina won't own up to it either; she will lie and blame Lussuria. They all know he's jealous of such beautiful hair.

After folding the towel and putting it back as it was originally, the secretary glances at her phone. The boys are going to want to start playing poker soon, she thought. She knows that she needs to hurry up; there are plenty of egos that won't be happy with her tardiness. A quick grab of a thick white robe, two hands sliding through the soft sleeves, and a quick tie of its belt. Karina now leaves the bathroom in haste.

Just outside the door, the redhead immediately runs into none other than Levi A Than. Sporting his usual Fu Man Chu and facial piercing, the tall and black haired man ogles the secretary in front of him while stammering, "So… So—"

Karina stops him with a hand raised as a stop sign. "Shut up." Her head his turned away as she holds her toiletries in her other hand

What the two don't recognize in this moment, is a particular prince strolling down the hallway. The prince sees the quick exchange of words, ascertaining that Karina is not paying attention to her surroundings. He holds in his laugh. Just as he strolls right next to the woman that is older than him by two years, a knife appears and swiftly slices the belt of her robe.

The robe opens.

A Levi faints.

Belphegor snickers—until he is smashed through a wall.

"Whoa, the fake prince can fly though walls." The junior leader Fran looks at the rubble in his room apathetically. He then nods to say, "Hmm, I see. You must be the self-appointed prince of the imps."

Inside the study where most of the Varia lounging takes place, Poker night is in full swing. Around the small table sits all the leaders of Varia while Karina is handing out there drinks while Lussuria drunkenly exclaims, "Oh~! Our beer bitch is back~!"

Bel slips out some 'Ushi shi's' While Lussuria's beer mysteriously drops on his crotch with considerable force. The peacock tranny may act like a woman, but he will always drop like a man. Karina smirked to her sly revenge the man never saw coming.

"I would've never guessed the cross-dressing peacock tranny actually had a penis."

Lussuria knees Fran in the face. The green hair boy was delightfully given the blow with the left knee. Everyone easily heard a crunch of the little frog's cheek. The crunch was from the tortilla chips in his mouth. After rubbing the red cheek, Fran thanked the peacock tranny for doing the work of smashing the chips for him.

From here on, Bel suggests the loser for the night gets stabbed. Of course Squalo, who is the only person really into winning, screams his approval. He like almost everyone else in the group are now plotting to make Fran loser. Just as it was stated before—no one likes the kid's illusions or pranks.

It's on like Donkey Kong.

Karina wanders off once more to grab a beer for Squalo and quickly comes back. Levi ogles her as always. What he doesn't realize, is that she has had enough. So as she walks closer to him, and his fantasies begin to roll, Xanxus watches from the head of the table and rolls his eyes. With Squalo's beer still in hand, Karina lightly taps the flat bottom of Squalo's beer onto the open rim of Levi's. The pierced man's beer instantly foams and explodes. The pungent mess is all over him.

"It's interesting to see the nasty-nose haired molester covered in something other than lube."

Levi glares at the frog head. "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO SAY THAT!"

"Ushi shi shi shi…"

Silence is brought with the sounds of cards hitting the table. All present turn their glances to at the boss who is holding his glass of whiskey in his hand and taking a sip. In front of him lies a full house. He wins—again. Like usual.

"VOII," shouts Squalo. He doesn't understand why the boss always has to fucking win every round. "YOU GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP SO I CAN CONCENTRATE!"

"I don't see why Commander Long Hair, you're gonna lose to boss either way…"

"Well what the fuck do you have?"

Fran throws down a Full House as well.

Everyone but Xanxus all have a moment of surprise, until they realize Fran and Xanxus both have Full Houses that are made of spades. They immediately know who hoodwink of the two is:

"FUCKING CHEATER!" "An enemy of the Prince…" "I say we kick the boy out~!"

"Crap…"

Feet, umbrellas, knives, and swords fly. The frog is rebuked and bamboozled for his crimes. Xanxus and Karina both watch the beating at fireside, knowing that neither really care enough to get involved. No one likes the frog's Illusions or his pranks. Karina chuckles at the little frog's idiocy. Who the hell is dumb enough to make an exact copy of the boss' hand, she thought.

Still beating the junior leader, Levi is laying a good hit on Fran. His fist pulls back and the frog sneezes all over the molester's face. Bel, Squalo, and Lussuria all lose their focus on beating to the frog and start laughing at the idiot covered in snot. Karina grabs the frog and drags him out for treatment.

Thirty minutes pass, and Fran comes back almost as good as new. Just as Karina nicely patched him up, she blatantly threw him into a wall after he make some comment about her smelling like ketchup. The secretary hates ketchup. But Fran quickly sits in his place and is shuffled out a hand by the house formally known as Lussuria. He loves to be the one that always wins. Too bad Xanxus is playing; when the boss plays, he allows no one else to win but him.

Karina finds herself not amused with tonight's Poker Night and decides to leave for the evening. Xanxus doesn't give off the impression he wants her to stick around, and she really doesn't care if the other guys want her around. She only looks out to stay on boss' good side; he's the only one that will actually kill her if he gets mad enough still. The other four have chilled out over the years, and Fran is all talk. So she turns to leave only to have her wrist grabbed.

She turns. "Levi."

With a blushing face the umbrella man says, "Karina… W-will you—"

"No. So let go."

"I didn't even finish!"

"You don't have to. It's a no all the same."

Karina pulls her hand from his grip and walks away while the dim-witted Varia leader drops his head in shame. With the light click of a shut door came commentary from a teenage frog about a certain molester of Varia. The frog is sent off with another kick in the face. There wasn't any tortilla chips to save his cute face this time. But there were some Ushi shi shi's and Oh~ ho~ ho's~ in response.

"VOIII! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Just as all the commotion was occurring inside the study after the door shut, outside of the door was all the opposite. Karina quietly qualms inside her office, checking for any last minute messages from Vongola Decimo before casually careening to her room. She didn't want to be bothered by "the Than" (as he likes to refer to himself when he's drunk) anymore. Through the dimly lit hallways, up the stairs, and through last door on the right; Karina made it to her room safely.

She walks in the doorway only to be bothered by someone else. "Rokudo?"

"Kufufu, Karina."

Sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, the man crosses his legs and raises a brow to the girl calling him by his first name. He forgets sometimes that she is American and doesn't practice honorifics, but he shows no reaction to the calling. Mukuro just continues to lounge in the chair in front of Karina, one hand holding his staff and the other dominantly resting on the armrest like a certain boss of hers. He was oozing out sultry vibes to the secretary without even trying.

"What are you doing here?" Her tone is terse.

"Can I not play with my toys?"

She looks away from the man on the chair with a light shade of pink beginning to faintly taint her pale complexion. The man lolls in the chair wearing a smirk to the woman now shutting her door. What she doesn't know is that the real Mukuro has been behind the open door the whole time. So as the door shuts by a secretary talking to an empty chair, against the wall is a tall sexpot chuckling in enjoyment of his puppeteering. Of course, Karina doesn't hear the man right next to her.

She mutters to the illusion in the chair. "I'm no one's toy."

"Surely that mark below your collarbone isn't a burn?"

She lies. "It is. It's from a curling iron, actually."

"Oh..." He looks at her bed. "I wouldn't have guessed."

"Well that's good to know. Well if you may, I would like to go to sleep, so please leave."

Karina walks over to her closet to grab something to sleep in, and the men in her room watch. The man against the wall snorts lightly to her iciness and the man in the chair stands in defiance. "Oh, well I hate to inform, but you have different plans."

She looks back questioningly to the man wearing smug smirk. The man against the wall was testing Karina to see if she would notice; he would really give her a prize if she figures it out.

And she responds, "Really. I doubt it."

Her expression was enough of a clue to the really Mukuro that she didn't catch him. He let out another small snort to begin.

Poker night is officially over—the Boss has had enough of their shit for the night. After slapping Squalo with his own prosthetic, all the other leaders of Varia knew better than to try and keep playing. Fran and Bel easily escaped the bad tempered boss because one is a genius prince and the other has a box Bel to keep him safe. After asking the Xanxus to calm down (with a please), Levi tried running out of the room only to be smacked with a chair Xanxus flung in his rage. Squalo is then smacked with a leg of the chair that broke and ricocheted off The Than's afro. And that Lussuria with his raised pinky, who happens to be a fan of their boss' domestic violence, easily deflects a flying bottle of whiskey with a serving tray. "Oho~, my violent husband has drank too much whiskey tonight~!"

The boss' foot meets Lussuria's face.

Everyone is out of the study and wandering to their favorite places now. Fran is in his room playing with pogs*, Bel is right outside of the frog's room planning to mess with him, Squalo is in the shower washing his hair, Lussuria is in his room putting on his facial mask, and the boss is sitting in the study in silence. But where is The Than?

The Than is up the stairs, peaking into the last room on the left, where a certain secretary is letting out small squelches to the illusion she is under. It didn't take much for the fake Mukuro to make Karina play with him, play with a certain part of him. But all that the Than can see is a red-headed secretary in nothing else but her emerald green bra and matching lace tanga, rolling around on her bed and lightly sucking on the flesh below her thumb. The Than is seeing his fantasies come to life. All he needs now is—

"Mgh, touch me please…"

The Than officially has a boner.

On the other side of the room sits the real Mukuro in the chair, unnoticed by both because of his great illusionary skills. He isn't particularly excited about a certain uninvited pervert in the room. But being the calm, cool, and patient man he is, he decides to wait and see if this supposed 'Than' will do something.

And on the bed, Karina is unaware of both men, completely enthralled in the fake Mukuro now sliding his hands up her legs. She let's out a soft sigh to Mukuro's large hands slowly making their way up her thighs, and a gentle moan sounds through her pursed lips as Rokudo firmly grabs her ass under her panties. He chuckles, knowing that it will only get better. From the grab, a finger trails. Karina's body trembles—she's nervous. His middle finger touches her opening. She forces out a silent pant.

The finger slides inside, and Karina lets out a moan.

Than Than's boner is throbbing.

In fact, the drunken leader is so lost in his fantasy playing in real time that he begins to amble to the bed to take advantage of such a grand moment. His steps are loud and clear, but unnoticeable to Karina. The illusion thrusting his fingers inside of her is strong and is consuming her lust thoroughly. It is consuming her to such an extent that it seems as if her moans are getting louder to the approaching Than. The Than finds this so appealing.

The Than is stopped. Something sharp is pressing against his neck.

"I don't take too lightly, people playing with my toys."

Levi turns his head to the side he hears the sound from. "Rokudo Mukuro?"

"Levi A Than."

"It's The Than."

Mukuro nods in a unconcerned way. "Oh."

Levi then asks, "What are you doing here."

"Playing with my toy."

Mukuro won't admit this, but his never-ending surpluses of enemies are on his pursuit since his recent escape from Vindicare Prison. He will be leaving Italy soon to begin his hunt for Sawada Tsunayoshi. So he wants to play one good time before him and his little apprentice leave.

"R-Rokudo…" Karina mumbles out to the illusion kissing the insides of her thighs.

The Than hears her plea, and instantly loses his lust buzz and his drunk buzz. He sluggishly tromps out of the room and a conceited smirk embeds itself on the man of six paths. Part of Mukuro wants to slyly tell 'The Than' he lost because he was his opponent, but he's too cool to repeat lines. So right as Levi is right at the door and walking out, another moan escapes Karina and words escape the escapee:

"Kufufu, foolish."

Levi glares at Mukuro for a moment and leaves.
He knows that it will be him and Ms. Hand tonight.

With Levi's exit, left Mukuro to continue his play with his secretary toy. His superior smile has not once faded as Karina's body twitches to the illusion licking her most sensitive spot. Slow circles with slight pressure are sliding against the spot, and Karina's legs can't stop twitching to the sensation. Karina is slightly old-fashion (despite popular belief), so everything from a week ago and now is all very new to her.

The tongue keeps tracing, now slewing up and down her lips while his hands keep both legs open with very little force. He stops to chuckle at the small grunts Karina can't hold him. The real Mukuro chuckles too; watching this is all too entertaining.

There's a loud gasp.

The illusion softly bit her.

Though the man of six paths—that is sitting in the chair again—enjoys teasing such a straight-laced girl, he knows it is time to leave. The illusion pulls away from her warmth and begins to sidle his lips up her body, leaving small and wet pecks as breadcrumbs on her torso. She feels something smack against her warmth. She gasps again, burning in anticipation.

With a small peck on her lips, Mukuro whispers right into her ear. "Playtime is over~."

"Huh?" Karina tilts her head

The mist dissipates and Karina finds herself half-naked on the bed while Mukuro sits in the chair that she found him in when she first walked into her room. Her expression of confusion turns into a scowl; she has been easily tricked—again. Mukuro cool says, "Don't be an angry toy."

She turns her face away from him defiantly.

"Kufufu." He stands and begins to saunter over to Karina's bed while Karina crosses her arms. She now has a pouting face from how embarrassed she is. Mukuro uses to finger to grip her chin and turn is towards him. "Is this how you say goodbye to your master?"

Karina snorts.

Mukuro stares at her for a moment before letting the pouty and pissed girl go to leave. Her door opens to a certain frog opening Karina's door and saying, "Hiya Master."

"Move little one."

"Gotcha." He salutes.

The little frog steps away from the door and Mukuro continues to walk to the door. When the long haired man is right at the doorway, Karina makes the door slam in hopes of it smacking him in the face. But Mukuro swiftly raises his hand and catches the door. Giving one last glance to his toy. He leaves and Karina only snorts again.

She wanted to say goodbye.