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Yoshikage Kira made his quiet entrance through the front door. Despite having hands pumped with rage, he managed to close the door behind him calmly. He was ready to hear someone complain in his ear per usual. However, there was just a gentle wave from Diavolo on the couch holding a bottle of wine. Kira quit frowning, but didn’t smile. His hand simply waved back, and he’d start the conversation.
“ I think. I actually don’t mind you living here anymore.” He rested his coat on the rack, and stomped off to sit somewhere. The chilly air of nighttime stopped invading the home. Kira sat down on the couch with a light bounce as he sat down. A headache pounded against his skull. He was rather vulnerable to becoming angry after such an infuriating day of work, and never ending chores after it. Kira rested his head in his sweaty hands.
“ Never planned on leaving.” Diavolo on the other side of the couch responded. His sassiness wasn’t often directed towards Kira, but he wasn’t sober at the moment. Any Italian curse could slip off his tongue after drinking a couple of glasses.
“ I know. I know. Death loop and all, if you leave this place. But, I like talking with you. You’ve become more than bearable to be around.” Kira lightly rubbed the back of his neck trying to soothe himself any amount before he went crazy.
“ Oh how nice..” Diavolo rolled his eyes as his lips went to take another sip of wine.
“ Knock it off. Im trying to talk to you!”
Kira puts his hand on the neck of the wine bottle in an attempt to take it out of Diavolo’s grasp. The taller man’s grip was aggressive though. Their hands met as the two began to play tug of war with the glass bottle. Kira stops his pulling after Diavolo slapped his other hand on top of Kira’s. He glances down at the monstrous grip belonging to gorgeous fingers. Kira’s heart nearly skips a beat seeing his well done black nails. The feeling of Diavolo’s soft palm rubbing itself against the back of Kira’s hand makes a shiver run down his guts.
“Don’t touch my drink! Or those fingers of yours will be misshaped!”
Diavolo’s throat nearly growled. This fuming anger warmed up Kira’s hand dearly. As if an invisible fire had burst from his palms. Once Kira felt his heart start bubbling, he swiftly took his hand back. It was just a glance at Diavolo’s fingers, and yet his mind couldn’t stop thinking of their elegance. Kira hated himself for it. To his hand infested brain, it was as if Diavolo had just flashed him. The image of those strong, perfect fingers was imprinted into Kira’s memory now. The suited man looked away in shame, and directed his eyes to the trees outside.
“ Okay! I’ll stay away. I’m sorry..” Kira sighed wondering what he was even doing here.
“ Better be!” Diavolo laughed wanting to take another drink from the bottle. He lifted his arm to do so, but stopped slowly. The taller man’s emerald eyes noticed the sudden loneliness
in Kira’s expression now. His glare outside seemed like he was quickly thrown into deep thought. Diavolo questioned this, and scooted a bit closer to him on the couch.
“Kira?”
“Hm?” The blond snaps out of his trance about hands, feelings, and possible friendships.
“You’ve been acting more irritated than usual lately. Is something going on?”
“I mean, nothing new. Just work bumming me out. Since Pucci went on vacation with Dio, I’ve had to pick up even more slack with chores.”
Kira sighed resting his hand to his knee. His violet eyes drifted their way back to Diavolo’s face. He looked drunk, but his long hair made him look more attractive than he really was. The taller man’s eyes stared at Kira unsure what this new emotion was. He knew he was upset for the other, but it didn’t feel natural. Diavolo only ever cared for Doppio like this, but watching Kira’s demeanor deflate made him pitiful.
“Bacerò la tua stupida faccia”
In his hazy state, he decided an odd way to comfort the man. Kira looked back a bit confused.
“I don’t know Italian, my apologies.” He cleared his throat while brushing off dirt off his collared shirt.
“You don’t have to.. just sit. Be quiet too.”
Diavolo gruffed as he set down his bottle on the side table, and got up from his seat. He stepped in front of Kira’s seat, and stared down at him for awhile. The blond was beyond confused, but he wasn’t in the mood to fight this weirdo’s overpowered stand. Kira sat still looking at the pink haired man with a frown.
“Sono seduto”
Diavolo whispered softly as he began to climb onto Kira. He was caught off guard, and the blond’s eyes grew wide. Kira wasn’t even sure what to do. He watched cautiously as Diavolo began resting his knees on either side of him, and the bigger man practically rested in his lap. Kira flushed red wondering what the hell Diavolo was doing. Was this just a normal Italian thing to do? Kira had never heard of anything like this before, and for Diavolo to act like this out of everyone else? Kira’s heart went back to bubbling after the pink haired man rested his hands on Kira’s cheeks.
“Diavolo! What are you doing?”
It didn’t help that this devil’s chest was rubbing against his own. That warmth soothed him weirdly. It felt similar to the weight of a cat sleeping on you when you go to bed. Somewhat heavy, but a welcomed heat. Kira looked back up to see Diavolo’s green eyes staring intently at him. Their chests only grew heavier with butterflies.
“I wanted to make you feel better. Is this alright? You can yell ‘Valentino’ at me to make me stop.” The taller man’s voice slurred out with a happy ring to it. He rolled some of his R’s with a flirtatious tone.
“I always thought you were handsome, Mr. Kira.” Diavolo kept on whispering with pink cheeks.
“Diavolo.. Are you trying to kiss me?”
Kira’s frown had long since changed to curiosity. He wasn’t against the idea, Kira just hadn’t expected an advance as sudden as this.
“Are you drunk? I’m not going to if you’re too drunk.”
“Mr. Kira, please. Sober or not, I’ve thought about the image of your lips. I need this experiment. You gotta relax for once.”
Diavolo hips hopped up slightly. The man tugged at Kira’s tie with a neediness that the blond had never seen in a man before. However, it was a welcome one.
“If you don’t like it, use the excuse of being drunk too.” Diavolo softly chuckled into Kira’s shoulder. The pink haired one tipped his head towards the bottle as if to offer it now. Here he was. Yoshikage Kira sitting down on his couch with an ex-mafia boss craving his affections. The bigger man sat on Kira’s his legs, and had a firmer grip on his face still. The ‘normal’ homeowner was losing his mind internally, but he was happy. He had never had someone quite literally jump into his arms because of his looks, and charms.
“Diavolo, slowly now.” Kira finally relaxed, and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist. Excitement sparked in Diavolo’s eyes, and his eyelids lowered. His pretty lips leaned in closer to Kira’s. Their hearts pounded against their chests as if their hearts wanted to break out of their rib cages.
“Baciami stronzo” *
The last words fell from Diavolo’s tongue. Lips collided, and the mess of lipstick began. Kira closed his eyes as he embraced the other hoping that his kissing skills were still okay. However even if the suited man was messing up, the Italian certainly knew how to guide him. Diavolo’s plush lips were softest he had ever felt amazingly. The amount of pink and black lipstick smearing on Kira’s face increased the more they went at it. Diavolo’s scent was filled to the brim with alcohol. It wasn’t the greatest taste, but he made making out fun. Their mouths pressing against each other became more passionate. More, and more hot air began accumulating. Until the couple actually had to stop to breathe. Kira pulled back having to take deep breaths, and putting a hand to his burning heart. Diavolo drifted back with his nose inhaling, and exhaling hard. However, a smirk with smudged lipstick went across his face. He had never seen Kira this vulnerable, or taken aback. The devil was proud of his work, and wanted to continue this task. Diavolo leaned back in once Kira seemed to calm down enough. The suited man’s hands started to drift down Diavolo’s arms, and he began staring at his hands once more. These were surely to die for. Not a single scar, scratch, or hair marked the skin. Diavolo’s palm was quite possibly one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. The plush underneath the thumb was satisfying to the touch. The lines. Oh, the lines that traced his palm! Those perfectly painted nails! Kira was close to just shoving it against his cheek before Diavolo snapped him out of it.
“You’re such a weirdo, Kira.” He laughed, and the blond in question quickly grew ashamed. A blush of embarrassment coated his face now rather than a romantic one. Kira closed his eyes, but upon opening them again he felt Diavolo’s hand press against his lips. Their stare was intense as the back of the devil’s fingers continued to tease the man.
“However, it’s not the worst thing to have. Kiss it dear. You deserve it.” It was as if Doppio’s goofiness, and Diavolo’s seriousness mixed when he was drunk. Vinegar Doppio now had his own body, but the influences of the two rubbed off on each other. In this case, Doppio’s sweetness took over Diavolo’s usual cruel heart with someone with this fluffy love. Kira deeply appreciated the sentiment, but he had to restrain himself. The blond politely took Diavolo’s hand, and placed it on the other man’s buff chest.
“They’re gorgeous, but I can’t get that riled up today. Once I start, I need that hand for at least an hour.” Kira awkwardly smiled at Diavolo with a face littered with kiss marks. Diavolo’s deep voice chuckled again in the most handsome way possible.
“Okay weirdo.”
“You’re the one who sat in my lap, whore.” Kira tried to reflect the light hearted atmosphere. Diavolo’s eyes raised, and a tiny surprised laugh escaped his throat.
“But you like whores don’t you? I heard someone once say that whores have the best hands.” The drunken one wiggled his fingers around Kira’s face.
“No you didn’t.” Kira for once in his life laughed at the absurdity of his situation rather than get mad. Diavolo smiled sweetly being charmed that he made the stone-cold man crack. The bigger man then decided to make himself more comfortable on Kira’s lap, and completely nuzzle his body against the other. A comfortable sigh left Diavolo as if the man under him had become a pillow.
“God, I love this. Sober me only dreamed of doing things like that to you.”
“You thought of me that way?” Kira’s voice muffled from underneath Diavolo’s chest.
“They were more intrusive thoughts than anything else. You look great with my makeup though.” The taller man leaned back to where he could see Kira’s dirty face. He smiled as he traced every spot where he successfully marked his face with a kiss.
“I think you’d look even greater with spots on your neck, dear.”
Diavolo’s tongue hissed like a snake before he leaned down to Kira’s neck. He tugged at the collar buttons with impatience. Kira felt everything rushing in his chest, and he had to push away the drunken fool for a moment.
“Valentino, dummy!”
“Oh-“ Diavolo sat back up staring down at the other man blinking. Some shreds of guilt flew to his heart, but he knew it wasn’t anything personal. He stuck his tongue out at the other. Not upset, just surprised.
“I can’t go into work with hickeys, jackass.” Kira firmly placed his hands onto Diavolo’s thighs. He hadn’t ever expected to feel this romanticized after getting home from work. Thankfully, this affectionate devil had his charms underneath the quiet beast.
“Right..” Diavolo hiccuped gently.
The pink haired man began to rest his chin back on Kira’s shoulder. The quiet bliss filled through the whole house. Both men really hoped they were alone. Their warm blood radiated off each other making them more sweaty. Diavolo closed his eyes with a sweet hum feeling Kira’s hands feel him up to his sides. It tickled a little, but to be held by this man felt perfect. The sound of clothing being massaged relaxed them both into melting each other more.
“But, did you enjoy kissing me?” Diavolo insisted while rubbing the top of his head against Kira’s cheek. Kira sighed with an exhausted huff.
“You were certainly something..” His face went red again remembering how passionately Diavolo held him in his hands. How sweet his lips were from grape wine haunted his tongue still. The taller man didn’t need to say anything. He knew Kira enjoyed their time messing around. However, the Italian still wanted another round. Neediness consumed his raging heart.
“You’re so warm for a murderer.” The drunk continued to caress Kira as he did the same awkward movements back with flustered expressions. Diavolo’s chest, thighs, and lips had certainly awakened something in him.
“Like you’re any better.” Kira smirked back, and dragged his hands to behind Diavolo’s head. His fingers slowly, but surely began to comb his watermelon colored hair. It was much softer than he thought it would be, and he continued to twirl the cotton candy around his fingers. Both idiots were drunk on love.
Kira used what time he had away from the other’s lips to start following the patterns on Diavolo’s top. It was like following a fishnet that had gotten caught on his torso. The fashion choice certainly wasn’t to his tastes, but it made the session even more steamy Kira had to admit. His fingers slipped into a few holes, and began gently tugging. Kira’s nails were longer than normal, but nothing freakish. It’s only brought up because Diavolo was suddenly pricked by the small sharp things. The man flinched, and quickly looked down to Kira’s actions indicating he wanted to keep going too. Diavolo went back to smiling. He decided to put all of his weight onto the other wanting to see his reactions. The blond simply blushed, and he slowly placed his nose into Diavolo’s inviting chest.
“Sweet Kira, you’d be a great lover I imagine. Your claws are perfect weapons to punish someone naughty.” He bit his lip, and placed a hand to his hip.
“Don’t call them claws..” Kira huffed back with a face the color of strawberries. His nose pressed against the other man’s and their lips were tantalizing close again. Just a centimeter away. Any seriousness had vanished in this interaction, and Diavolo really wanted to push Mr. Kira to his limits.
“Ancora per favore. Ancora per favore!” The Italian suddenly gripped at the other man’s shoulders begging for more kisses. For the first time, Diavolo raised his voice. Kira did want him to quiet down, but what better way to do that by smooching him again? Their making out proceded again, but the devil would make an offer after another thrilling minute of affection. Diavolo’s mouth began to open at a leisurely pace. The Italian pulled back to show off his red tongue aching for the same attention his lips had received. Kira pressed his head back against the couch, and observed the sight before him. Diavolo had impressive canines that made his appearance even more alluring.
“Kira.” The bigger man hissed once more, and place his tongue against the blond’s mouth.
“Have you ever tried tongue?” Diavolo batted his lashes asking for permission to taste him.
“French kissing?” Kira’s eyes seemed to somehow go shyer in demeanor. He had experienced normal relationships, but none of them went as far as Diavolo’s sudden affection craze. The devil sweetly chuckled, and nodded.
“I don’t think I’d be great at it.” Kira whispered back falling prey to Diavolo’s eyes again. Their green glow drove him in for more despite his explanation.
“Shhh. No matter. I can do all the work like how I’ve been doing. Just enjoy yourself, bastardo.” The pink haired man was more than ready to plunge himself in. Kira’s heart was shaking, but he was ready for this too. He hadn’t ever thought of his day ending like this. However, it was more than welcome now. They were both glad that Diavolo’s intrusive imagery payed off. The devil’s heated breath, and tongue were just about to slip into Kira’s mouth happily.
A sudden new sound in the living room stopped them sadly. Diavolo quickly lifted away from his experiment’s lips with a sinking feeling in his heart. Kira’s eyes went wide upon hearing the overly loud noise of a camera taking a picture. The two men swung their glances towards the little machine in the doorway. A shorter man with a similar hair color to Diavolo sat there making small giggles.
The bigger Italian immediately flung himself off Kira, and hopped towards Doppio’s direction.
“Delete it! Delete it now!” He barked as he started his sprint towards his so called ‘friend’. Doppio’s laughters filled the halls, and the couple were both equally terrified. A draining sense ran down Kira’s face, and he slowly rose from the couch under dismay. He could hear the pink haired Italians bounce all throughout the house which would’ve been amusing to the blond if this wasn’t his problem too. Suddenly he saw Doppio head up the steps when Diavolo was around the corner. His experimental lover sprang his head around the corner. His lengthy watermelon hair was all tangled up now, and Diavolo was exasperated. Oddly enough, Kira honestly thought he looked even more attractive.
“Upstairs.” Kira frantically stepped up reaching his hand out to the other man to follow him. Diavolo took his hand without second thought, and they sprinted up the staircase together. Kira’s face turned back to pink feeling how soft his hand was again. He hadn’t held hands with another person in awhile, and it soothed him to no end. Something incredibly small meant the world to Kira. He would’ve smiled under different circumstances.
“I’m gonna kill that runt!” The Italian kept threatening his assistant with no prevail. Doppio wasn’t personally offended by it. He knew more than anyone that half the things Diavolo said while drunk was untrue nonsense. The couple made it up the stairs, and chased Doppio into the Italian’s room. The shorter man tried to lock the bedroom door, but it was too late for that when Diavolo slammed his arm against the door.
“DOPPIO!”
“What?” The trickster jumped onto the bed keeping the camera close to his chest. He knew he was about to get cornered, but he wanted to see how long he could drag out his fun.
“Don’t ‘What?’ Me!” Diavolo’s anger surged, and his hands shook. Kira peaked from behind his lover’s back, and tried to clear his throat the best he could.
“Surely, there’s something I can do to make you delete it!” He was ready to give up money, time, and anything else to erase this from the other Italian’s mind.
“No! There’s nothing that can compare to me finding boss in love for the first time in years!”
Doppio clenched the camera tighter. Kira clenched his teeth, and put a couple of fingers to his head. Diavolo’s blood was still steaming, but hearing that reason almost melted his heart. His screaming mouth relaxed into a frown.
“Doppio..” The devil’s voice simmered down, and he sat down on the edge of his friend’s bed.
“Please. I’m.. tipsy. I’m doing something stupid. Don’t tell the others, please.” Diavolo sighed dragging his eyes back to his sweet Doppio.
“Boss..” The shorter man’s eyes went soft. Kira went back to the bedroom door to close it.
Diavolo swallowed.
“Give me the SD card. We can keep it, but you have to promise me you won’t say a thing.” Diavolo forced himself to take deep breaths like how Doppio had taught him before. The smaller Italian appreciated that detail the most, and scouted closer to his friend. A warm arm patted the taller guy’s back, and Diavolo smiled.
“I can smell the wine from here. You’re okay, boss. I’m sorry for not asking.” Doppio chirped out after awkwardly scrambling to get the SD card out of the camera.
“You just looked so happy, and that means everything to me.” The smaller twin tried justifying himself even more.
“Doppio you’re too nice.” Diavolo’s nose exhaled air almost amused. He flicked his twin’s nose after receiving the SD card. The Italians laughed it all off while Kira was in the corner still sweating bullets. He was glad the twins were getting along again though.
“You guys are gonna be the death of me.” Kira sighed under his breath, while hiding all his pain with a small smile for the two.
“Where did you get that camera anyways? You two don’t go out that often.” Kira slowly approached his pink haired roommates. Diavolo patted a seat beside him, and Doppio smiled even brighter seeing boss invite someone on the bed. The blond quietly messed with his hands to listen to their chit chat. Diavolo made his partner feel safer by gently rubbing Kira’s hand with his thumb.
“Oh, Valentine gifted it to me saying I should capture big moments like this.” Doppio blinked happily seeing the two men holding hands.
“What did I say about talking to that guy?” Diavolo scolded the other Italian, while Kira softly chuckled under his shirt. Eventually the twins had a long enough conversation to where they were both satisfied, and calm. Doppio left to see where he could get a different SD card for his camera, and left the new ‘couple’ alone. The Italian’s room didn’t have too much going on. There were two beds for both pink haired men, and they seemed to share a computer. Their lampshades, pillow cases, blankets, and curtains were darker purple though. Kira appreciated the uniform, and clean room. The air was cool from the ceiling fan lightly blowing down. Kira looked at his reflection in the window close to the bed. He wasn’t sure how to feel seeing himself still plastered like a doll with how many kiss marks had been left on him. Especially the color mixed on his lip. His cheeks grew warm again, and Diavolo caught notice.
“We could do that more if you want.” He hummed sinisterly as he ran his hand down Kira’s arm. The delicate rubs against his coat made Kira shiver with pleasure remembering the goodness he felt in his heart when smooching the other man.
“Perhaps, if I have another bad day tomorrow.” Kira leaned towards the devil, and landed the quickest peck on Diavolo’s cheek.
“Non giocare con me in questo modo.”**
Diavolo groaned. His mood felt better when Kira began brushing the drunken lion’s mane. The Italian relaxed, and nestled up against his Japanese crush.
“Shh. I certainly want to do that again.”