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!

Mammon wasn't a very good waitor himself, but he had to pay rent somehow. And it kinda sucked with the smell. He didn't complain that he didn't like sweets or anything. But somehow he managed to deal with it.

Fon leaned onto his palm lightly, his chin resting onto it gently. He noticed Mammon giving a snide remark to a customer who mistaked him for a female. Again. He could help but giggle. That was before he heard the following:

 

-CRASH-

"DAMMIT, KURA!!! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT WATCHING WHERE YOU WERE GOING?!"

"I'm sorry senpai! It wasn't my fault, Verde walked into me!"

"I believe it was the other way around." Fon sighed, rolling his eyes. This happened at least once a week. Getting up, he tapped Mammon on the shoulder.

"Perhaps I should take over, you go break them up."

Mammon nodded, handing him a tray of coffee. He pushed Colonnello along, leaving Skull there. "Get back to work." He told him. To Skull, he pushed him the other way. "Watch where you're going next time." He sighed. Why was he always the one who had to do this.

 

"I don't want any arguing or I'll kick both of your asses." He could be fiesty sometimes...Especially when clumsiness ensued. There were no excuses for mistakes. Just brush it off and get back to what you were doing, and don't stop to bitch about other people's messes.

Fon kindly smiled, giving the school girls their coffee, watching pleased as the girls squealed, blushing brilliantly. Of course, he was really smiling because Mammon was doing such a good job. After dealing with the girls squeaming he walked into the kitchen.

"Nicely done," He commented, winking at Mammon before sighing at the mess of strawberry cheesecake.

"Oh...well, great." Wordlessly he began to clean it up.

???

Fon stretched as the cafe emptied out and closed up. He, Mammon, and Verde were left but Verde and Mammon were officially the ones that closed. Fon waved goodbye to Mammon smiling gently at him.

"See you later." And he left. Leaving Verde and Mammon. The green haired male wiped the counters clean, looking at Mammon.

"So, how was work."

Mammon shrugged. "Same as always." He replied, putting away some silverware. He was almost done, removing his regulatory apron, leaving him in black jeans, knee-high converse, and a Kanon Wakeshima T-Shirt.

"Really." Verde used him cleaning the counters as an excuse to get closer to the teen. He was next to him, brushing his skin against Mammon's at least once.

"It's quite unfurtanate there's no one you talk to on your free time. You have interesting theories." Verde stated casually, mentally undressing Mammon.

(I'd be like, "Stop giving me that look...Scissoring me with your eyes..." <---I love you, South Park fans.)

 

"Theories? It's a cafe. Not a school." He said, wiping his hands of germs with some hand sanitizer. He picked up his bag behind the counter and scoffed. "I have to go work on my term paper."

()

 

Before Mammon could leave, Verde put his hands on either side of the teen on the counter, his body close to the others.

"Perhaps you could hold off on soething such as that. You could finish it later." Verde murmered, Mammon's breathing tickling against his skin due to their close proximity.

"No, really. I have to finish it. If you'd let me go..." He struggled, but he knew he wouldn't be able to escape due to his small, feminine build and height. God dammit. He really couldn't believe that this was happening.

Verde smirked, tracing Mammon's slender waist mockingly.

"No you don't." And just like he had planned from the very start, Verde roughly kissed the younger teen.

He...didn't know how to react. He didn't exactly like him. At all. "Get off me!" He managed to yell at him, kicking with all he had.

"No. Not when I have you right where I want you." He bit harshly into Mammon's neck, one hand gripping his forearm and the other undoing the laces on Mammon's pants. "I've waited to long for this."

(Jeans do not have laces. )

 

"You firetrucking creep!" He made a fist, but he knew he couldn't reach from where he was. All he could do now was lay there and take it.

(Yeah..well, I forgot I keep imagining him in his original outfit ^^')

 

"I do what I please." He murmered as he slipped his hands into Mammon's pants, rubbing against that sensative area. In the mean time, Verde had pulled Mammon's garments down to pool at his ankles.

He felt himself cry. He was going to get raped, wasn't he? Between sobs, he begged him to make it quick.

"Oh don't cry Mammon. It won't hurt," Verde smirked as he nibbled on the teen's ear. "Much." He was enjoying this...if not for the fact that the cafe door bell rang as someone entered the store. Verde froze.

The door opened just in time for Mammon to scream as loud as he could, and he resumed his silent crying.

 

(Fong: Whoops, I forgot my BaaaaAAAAAAAAG!!!)

Fon heard the scream, loud and clear. Immedietly he forgot about his bag and headed right to the kitchen. Verde gulped, pullingaway from Mammon a few moments before hand, giving him a split second to quickly slice Mammon's wrists with one of his scalpels and pull up his pants. He pulled away just as Fon walked in, feigning concern. Fon furrowed his brow in confusion.

"What happened here? What's going on here?" Verde quicky lied.

"I went to the bathroom and when I came back I found Mammon cutting himself." He improvised, faking a calm facial expression.

Mammon gave him a 'the firetruck?' face before hopping down from the counter and grabbing a naptkin from the dispenser and placing it over his wound. "Don't try to cover yourself up, you snake in the grass. You almost raped me just now."

Fon raised his eyebrows.

"Raped? Verde, is that true?" He asked dangerously, his brown eyes narrowed. Verde didn't miss a beat.

"Of course not. I wouldn't sink to his level of filth. He's not someone I would ever like or consider."

"Filth?" He repeated, slightly offended. "You weren't saying that when you had your fingers in my ass." He said, putting pressure on his wrist to stop the bleeding.

Fon held in a growl slowly walking over to Mammon, examiing his wound. Verde scoffed.

"Please, don't flatter yourself," He lied. "You're not even worth my time. I would ne-"

"Shut up." Fon inturrupted, fuming intensely. "You inflicted this wound on Mammon in an attempt to cover yourself up. The angle of the cut suggests that you attempted to pull away quickly." Fon approached Verde threateningly. Verde took an involentary step back.

Mammon sighed, getting his bag and heading toward the door. "I'm not sticking around for a stupid argument." He scoffed.

Fon didn't bother with Verde, he'd handle him later. Instead, he followed Mammon out, gingerly grabbing his wrist, looking at the wound.

"Wait, are you alright?" He asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Mammon stared blankly, as he always did. "I'm fine. I can take care of it." He assured him. The wound wasn't that big since Verde was in quite a rush.