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!

"I'm not. But I think the joint is finally getting to me." He said, yawning and flushing at the same time. Dumb smoking...

"The...oh." Fong realized what he meant and got up off his bed. Carefully, he placed his hands on Mammon's shoulders and layed him down onto the bed. "I guess i'll let you get some sleep."

"Yeah." He didn't care about anything and began falling asleep.

 

~NEXT DAY~

 

(I have a good idea for this...Mwahaha.) Mammon packed some glow sticks and his normal pacifier into his murse. (LOL DAT BAG REMEMBER? 8D) He was all good.

( I remember...just for the hell of it..)

 

Fong sat in the music room at the piano, smiling lightly as his fingers graced across the keys of the instruments. He enjoyed this song, though he changed up the beginning of the song a bit...it was quite beautiful.

 

(Lolz, what's gonna' happen with Mammon?)

(You'll see. >8D)

 

Mammon sighed. He was about to do this for some reason, but...Hng. Whatever. "I'M LEAVING." He alerted, gaining the attention of Bani upstairs. "NO YOU'RE NOT." Bani called. "SHUT UP YES I AM."

 

"Okay."

Fong heard Mammon shout he was leaving and he abrubtedly hit the wrong keys. Why would he....leave? Quickly, Fong got up a ran out to the front door. He saw Mammon only a few paces away and he skidded to a stop in front of him. "What do you mean you're leaving?"

"Chill. I'm just going out for...three, maybe four, days. I'll be back." He assured him, heading out the front door. Bani could probably be heard crying from upstairs.

 

("WHY ISN'T HE TAAAAKING MEEEE? T-T")

"Where?" Fong wasn't about to let him go. They were supposed to stay inside, that's why they moved to the Vongola headquaters. To keep safe.

"Nowhere." He leered, a bit too eager to go then to stay in the boring-ass mansion...

 

(Lol, you REALLY don't know where he's going?)

(Oh God...is he going to...to Gingerbread?!)

 

Fong looked at him, slightly unhappy, but reluctantly he stepped aside.

"O...kay."

(Um...no. What activity involves glowsticks, pacifiers, staying up for 2-7 days straight and techno music?)

 

He left. Without saying anything. But GOD would it be worth it later.

 

~Alright. Should I skip to 3 days later? Or should I describe where he was? ~

( OOOOHHHH, later)

 

Fong sighed. Mammon wasn't back yet. And he was worried.

(Wait...what? What 'later'? Do you want me to tell you or not? You'll probably figure it out when I describe it anyways, so...Yeah.)

(Later, as in 3 days later )

(Mkay. So you DO know? Hopefully you do. Or else this would be awkward. )

 

Mammon came home in the middle of the night, his cloak ripped in some areas, his pacifier in his mouth and glow sticks in hand. He panted heavily, heading upstairs to get dressed and brush his teeth and bathe...

 

Or...

(NO I DON'T KNOW FFFUU-)

 

Fong bolted up at hearing Mammon come home. He ran to meet him at the stairs and stopped whe he saw Mammon's appearence. "What...happened?"

(Welp. Ever heard of a little party called a...*eyebrow raise* Rave?)

 

"I lived." He breathed, tossing his bag off the side of the stairs, probably breaking his cell phone. Oh wait. That's right. His was stomped on. Nevermind. "And...I'm kinda...excited." He said with a smirk. NOTHING GOOD WILL COME OF MAMMON BEING EXCITED.

(Ooooh, DERP. Heh, excited, huh? That sounds kinda' hot.)

 

Fong raised a delicate eyebrow and looked Mammon over. Lived, huh? That's an odd way of living. And...what did he mean by "excited"? Fong didn't like the way Mammon had smirked.

"So...I'm guessing you had fun if you're still hyped up about whatever you did."

(Well, that's the point. At raves, most people do extacy. = u =)

 

"That isn't what I meant." He corrected, taking his pacifier out of his mouth. God forbid he had lost his pacifier there. That would've been unforgivable. (Oh lawd. I'm ready.) Looking down at his spit-covered pacifier, he looked back up at Fong before...

 

putting the pacifier in Fong's mouth.

(O_O"...<---My reaction to what Mammon just did )

 

Fong gave a sound of surprise as Mammon's already spit-covered pacifier was put into his mouth. He blinked a few times before looking back at Mammon in confusion.

"What," He pulled the pacifier out. "Are you doing?"

 

(...FAIL! Fong wouldn't know a dirty act even if it was shoved in his mouth...literally, as we have witnessed.)

(LOL. -_- <---My reaction to Fong's reaction.)

 

Mammon pouted. "You aren't very good at this are you?" He asked, dropping his glow sticks and his pacifier. Instead, he was just blunt with it. "I want you."

Fong gulped backing up slightly. He now knew what Mammon was intending but...this wasn't how the illusionist usually acted. He had a very bad feeling of what was going to happen if he didn't get out of there right now. As long as he was in his locked room Mammon would leave him alone, go back to his own room, and hopefully be back to normal by morning.

"I-I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." Fong said cautiously, playing dumb, before backing right into a wall. Well, firetruck.

 

(-snicker-You should know by now Fong, what Mammon wants, Mammon gets. So when Mammon says he wants you, Mammon. Will. Get. YOU!)

"I think you do." He muttered, getting super-duper close to his face. "Shall I make it clearer?" He asked, biting at Fong's lower lip.

Fong's eyes almost fluttered shut and before he could close his throat and catch his words he muttered a soft 'yes'. An alarm was going off in the back of his head, telling him this was against everything he knew. But...it couldn't be that bad could it? To get what you want and be selfish for once...right?

 

(Fong...welcome to the dark side.)

Mammon grinned at that. Before either of them could speak, he pressed their lips together, beginning to undo his cloak.

 

(UNF.)