Today was one of the few rare occasions that Rokudo Mukuro was genuinely happy. Simply because his dry spell was about to come to an end after many torturous weeks. All he had to do was take Kagome out on a date and then sneak his way back into his good graces. Which slightly surprised Mukuro seeing as the man was usually an adorkable airhead who tended to not get angry or hold grudges. Kind of odd, isn't it?

The day was going moderately well, or at least until a trio of prepubescent girls decided to interfere and attempt to steal Kagome away from him.

That's not going to happen, obviously. Even though there's a 90% probability that it will.

The trio of little hookers locked in on Kagome and made a def-con 3 beeline for him, knocking everyone in their path out of the way, like they owned the place. Including Mukuro, who looked like he was about to choke a bitch at the moment. He probably was, maybe their leader.

"Hey~! Like, me and my friends think like, your boots are sooo~ hot! Especially the buckles. They're sooo~ cute! Like, where did you get them from. I'm sooo~ totally going to shop there!" A young woman with bright pink hair- who was likely the leader- exclaimed while eyeing Kagome up and down.

Kagome was startled when the young ladies seemed to appear out of nowhere and proceeded to question him about his boots. Looking down Kagome examined his boots with a look of curiosity. They were a mere pair of dark boots with a few straps and a skull for the buckle. He didn't understand what was so awesome about them.

"To be truthful, I'm not certain. Mukuro-tan bought these for me. You should ask him." Kagome said and pointed at a clearly disgruntled Mukuro who was dusting himself off.

"Mukuro... Tan?" the girls mused, taking note of the affectionate and childish way Kagome said it. As if they were a couple. The trio gave Mukuro some of the dirtiest looks he had ever experienced. Which is saying something, seeing as he's seen a lot. However, refusing to be bested by a lot of little girls, Mukuro shot them the filthiest stare he could summon.

The people in the surrounding area, sensing the oncoming war, decided to get the hell out of the vicinity. Except for Kagome, who seemed to be blissfully unaware of what was going on and was really only concerned about going to get some cake.

Oh sweet merciful Cake God! Why must we be separated and our love frowned upon!

~oO ten minutes and 100 dirty looks later Oo~

The couple had finally made it to their destination and Kagome was ready to start twitching like a junkie suffering from withdrawal. Mukuro on the other hand, was about to go Poseidon on the hooker trio's ass, and stab them with a trident. Especially their leader, the big gold one. That little bubblegum haired skank, strutting around like she owns the place. If she looked at Kagome's ass one more time, shit was gonna get real!

Deciding he's had enough of the girls Mukuro grabbed Kagome's hand, interlacing their fingers, he drew the other male snug against himself. Leaning down till their noses were touching and without much thought he violently smashed their lips together. Taking advantage of Kagome's surprise and open mouth, Mukuro shoved his tongue inside the wet cavern that he had explored many times. A thin line of drool ran down Kagome's chin as they broke apart. An even thicker strand a saliva connecting their tongues.

"Yo, let's go sit in the corner booth where it's more... Private." Mukuro practically purred, making Kagome turn away from him and rush to the restroom to cool his burning face.. Yet unaware of the mini war still going on between Mukuro and the teens.

Filling his cupped hands with cold water, Kagome splashed it on his face, hoping to cool it down. He couldn't believe that Mukuro would do something like that. Sure, Kagome knew that Mukuro was weird and emitted rapist like vibes, but to do something like that in front of a bunch of innocent girls. Kagome just couldn't believe it.

Kagome's head snapped up when he heard the bathroom door open. In the doorway stood Mukuro himself, and his almighty pineapple glory.

Sauntering over to Kagome, Mukuro seized his arm and pulled Kagome into an empty stall. Slamming the door shut and locking it, Mukuro swiftly had Kagome sandwiched between him and the stall wall.

Without missing a beat, Mukuro quickly slanted his mouth over Kagome's, once again taking advantage of his open mouth. Brushing his tongue against Kagome, he soon coaxed the other boy's tongue to come play, even if it was for a moment.

It was a mostly one-sided battle for dominance, with Kagome not really participating and Mukuro not giving a fuck as long as his tongue was in Kagome's mouth.

Sliding a hand up Kagome's shirt, he harshly tweaked one of his nipples. Enjoying Kagome's moan which he devoured, and the feeling of the little bud hardening between his fingers.

Detaching himself from Kagome's mouth, he pushed the boy's shirt up and smirked as he saw the pale skin littered with love bites. Leaning down Mukuro bit down on Kagome's nipple as he rolled the other one between his thumb and index finger. Greatly enjoying the moans and mewling sounds Kagome made.

"H-hey! Stop that! We're no-not at home. T-this is a public p-pl-place!" Kagome voiced, half-heartedly trying to push Mukuro away even though he knew it was futile.

"Doesn't matter. All you have to do is show, don't tell." Mukuro said as if it was the simplest matter in the universe.

Grasping Kagome's shoulders, he twirled them around so that his back was flat against the stall. Reaching down, he unbuckled and zipped his pants. Placing his hand on Kagome's head, he forced him down and gave him the quiet command to suck.

Giving Mukuro a nervous look, Kagome reluctantly grasped the semi-hard cock and slowly stroked it. Looking on with fascination as it slowly started to grow. It sort of reminded Kagome of a balloon, except it was made from flesh and was tied to a mortal.

Once it was hard, Kagome gave the tip a little lick almost as if he was tasting it and trying to decide if he liked the flavor or not. Of course, everyone knows Kagome favorite flavor is dick, but that's to be discussed some other day.

Deciding that this would have to do, Kagome took the tip of it in his mouth and began to suck. Ever so gently bobbing his head, he leisurely began to take more of it into his mouth, completely dismissing Mukuro's impatient hiss and small tugs at his hair.

Before long, Kagome was taking most of Mukuro's length in his mouth and anything that couldn't fit, Kagome handled with his hand. Releasing Mukuro shaft from his mouth, Kagome ran his tongue from the tip of it to the base, lazily tracing a vein as he went.

Moving back up, Kagome tenderly kissed the tip, before once again taking the organ in his mouth. Desiring to move slowly again, Kagome's dreams were shattered as Mukuro grabbed a fistful of his black locks, and in a real sense, began to fuck his face.

"Being a cock tease isn't going to make me love you anymore more than I already do." Mukuro chided as if Kagome was a naughty child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

It wasn't long before Mukuro reached his peak, jizzing in Kagome's mouth, smirking as he observed the boy swallowing it. He didn't even have to tell him. It nearly brought a tear to Mukuro's eye. He was so incredibly happy and proud.

Motioning for him to stand up, Mukuro, much to Kagome's astonishment, was able to strip the boy of all his lower clothing and soon once again had Kagome pressed against the wall.

Grabbing Kagome's legs, he wrapped them round his waist and positioned himself so that the wall was somewhat supporting both of them. Rubbing his shaft so that it was covered in precum, Mukuro positioned himself in between Kagome's cheeks.

Slowly he started to push into Kagome and hissed at the tight fit. Nuzzling Kagome's neck, he softly kissed it, a silent apology as he listened to the boy whimper in pain at the intrusion. Once fully sheathed inside, Mukuro paused and tilted his head against the wall, breathing deeply, waiting for Kagome to give him a signal that he could continue.

Wiggling, Kagome ground his hips against Mukuro, giving him the all clear. Which Mukuro gratefully accepted as he commenced to thrust inside Kagome, egged on by his pleasure filled moans.

Mukuro grunted as his length was enveloped in Kagome's warmth. It almost felt as if he was melting. Cracking one eye open, he looked between the crack of the stall door and was greeted by three eyes in return. He couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face as he observed the girls shocked faces. Kagome's moans only added to it.

Licking Kagome's neck, Mukuro reached down and firmly grasped Kagome's neglected member. Stroking Kagome in time with his thrust, Mukuro's smirk grew wider as Kagome screamed his name and clawed at his clothed back. Mukuro bet those young ladies never knew Kagome was a screamer.

Well, of course they didn't. Mukuro was the sole one, and anybody else who merely chanced to be in hearing distance.

"Mu-mu-Mukuro... I'm c-c-coming!" Kagome cried as he felt the passion that was pooling in his abdomen boiling over.

With a few final tugs, Kagome came hard, thick strands of semen covering his pale stomach as his chest heaved up and down.

Feeling Kagome's walls constrict around him and increasing the delicious friction, Mukuro hissed as he came inside Kagome.

Resting his head on a sweaty Kagome's shoulder, Mukuro smirked at the peeping girls again. Rising off Kagome's shoulder and leaning forward, Mukuro gave Kagome one last kiss. Happily showing the girls quite a bit of tongue in the process.

Pulling out of Kagome, Mukuro unwrapped the boy's legs from his waist, helping him stand on his wobbly legs. Quickly cleaning both of themselves up and redressing, Mukuro violently slammed the door open. Managing to smash the girls in the face at the same time.

Regarding the three teenagers in the bathroom, Kagome's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Why were three girls in the Mens restroom and they totally didn't see him doing the deed just now… did they?

While Kagome was having a mini panic attack, Mukuro was giving the girls a cold apathetic expression.

"The next time one of you little whores looks at him," Mukuro started as he flicked his thumb towards Kagome," You're going to need a fresh new pair of eyes."