This is a Katekyoushi Hitman REBORN! RolePlay 1x1.

 

Nobody is allowed to post in this thread besides me or Zexion/Ienzo, but please feel free to read to your liking! Please enjoy the RolePlay, and if you don't favor the following pairings, then please don't bother reading.

 

PAIRINGS:

 

Fon x Mammon

Squalo x Bel

Dino x Hibari

Jil x Fran

Spanner x Byakuran

 

 

Zexion/Ienzo, TAKE IT AWAY!

"WHAT?" Mammon yelled over his music as loud as he possibly could.

Fong opened the door, being greeted by heavy metal gallore. Calmly, he turned to the stereo and turned the volume down.

"Hello Mammon." Fong seemed to be..avoiding Mammon's gaze?

"What do you want?" Mammon inquired, tipping his head back and squirting a huge load of whipped cream.

For the first time Fong felt...a weird feeling. Holy cr-did he just get turned on?!?!

"I...uh...wanted to talk to you about...yesterday."

(Awwww its Fong's first time getting turned on! Let me take a picture~)

 

"Go ahead." He said, getting the extra residue around the whipped cream bottle's spout with his forefinger and licking it off.

Fong was very glad that his pants were loose.

"About...my actions, I never...." He approached Mammon, standing in front of his bed. "Really," He leaned down, in front of him, less then a centimeter away from their lips touching. "Finished." In one swift movement, Fong pressed his lips against Mammon's softly.

His mind went blank. Whoa, wait, what just happened? (*Nigel Thornberry voice* NOT TO WORRY.) He kissed back gradually, for once being as vulnerable as possible.

Feeling him return the kiss, Fong smiled into it, pulling away after a few more minutes, leaving Mammon breathless.

"I wouldn't have trusted myself to do that without my pacifier...to be honest." He admitted, trying to avoid rubbing or allowing his pelvis to touch any part of Mammon due to his ever growing-er, problem.

(YES, I HAVE A PROBLEM. WOULD YOU LIEK TO FIX IT? ;D Fong hasn't done his 'calm liek the wind' thing yet. D: )

 

Mammon wiped his mouth. "What, you would've tried to strangle me in mid-kiss?" He asked sarcastically.

( well now's a perfect time.)

 

Fong recognized the sarcastic tone and, for old times sake, back away slightly to rotate his arms in a half-circle formation and and let out a breath of relief.

"No Viper. I was worried that it might have...escalated a little to quickly with me being in that state. Which, if you responded negetively, might not have ended well." Fong kissed Mammon briefly again, giving him one of his usual smiles. "Of course now I have self-control again."

 

(I'd be like: *looks down at 'problem'* Yeah, that's some real self-control Fong, )

(AAAAHHHH CALM LIEK THE WIIIIND!! x333)

 

"And?" Mammon expected more. 'Herp derp, buttsecks is bad fer yer rectum, murmawn.'

Fong raised an eyebrow, looking at Mammon curiously.

"I thought that was a fine explanation. Do you honestly need more detail?" He questioned, genuinly confused. Of course his mind wouldn't wonder to dirty thoughts without his will, he was at least good at controlling that. Fong shifted, only slightly because of how uncomfortable he was starting to feel. Even though he had the advantage, practically mouted on top of Mammon, he wouldn't use that for his own greed. That'd be like sinking to Skull or Verde's level...

(DO IT FONG. "I'll do it.")

 

"Well, now you have 'self-control' so you can 'escalate,' right?" Mammon smirked. Oh lawdy lawd he was never like this.

Fong mentally died and came back to life, blush lightly flushing his cheeks. However, he replied with the same smirk he was given, pushing Mammon against the wall his bed was pushed against.

"Interesting point Viper, in which case the answer is a yes." Fong kissed Mammon again, this time not as innocently,-still just as skilled-,but passionately, his hands occupying Mammon's waist and upper leg, somewhat close to "that" spot.

(PM TIEM. =3 Whut pairing next?)

 

(OOOOOR I COULD JUST GO. D: )

(Sorry, my dad caught me again, this time he was on the computer and I guess if you check the settings you can see who's using the Internet and...yeah ^^", it's your turn to pick cause I picked FongxMammon.)

(SpannerxByakuran. Herp.)

Spanner smiled contently, stirring the ice tea on the counter gleefully. He loved breaks...even if Byakuran only allowed three minutes. Ah, well, what can you do?

Byakuran ate half his marshmallow, gazing down at a fresh cut on his hand. It was bleeding quite mildly, and it dripped onto the white tile below his leather couch.

 

(Giving him my crisis. D; )

Just as Spanner went to take a sip of his beverage the break timeer went off.

"Man..." Shrugging he walked to Byakuran's office to see what his next order would be.

"Hi, Spanner!" He greeted cheerfully, the blood from his hand pooling on the floor. He didn't seem to care about the blood loss at all, ignoring the crimson liquid slowly trickling down his forefinger.

Spanner paled at the site, feeling his stomach churn. He wasn't good with blood...at all. Hence why he was a mechanic.

"B-Byakuran? Are you okay?"

"Oh, this?" He motioned to the cut he had. "This is just a scratch. It's nothing really!" He insisted, gaping at all the blood that had fallen. He made no effort to nurse his wound, and so a lot of blood had fallen. It's been bleeding for about an hour.

Spanner gawked, feeling vile churn in his stomach.

"J-Just a scratch? The blood is all over the place!!!"

"That's probably cause it's been like this for an hour, dummy~"