Story: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Title: Reality and Reflection
Pairing: 6927 for now. (Will later be 692718 in part 2)
Rating: R for smut/rape.
Warning: Violent rape -.-;
Credits: raenef_mignon for helping me with grammar check.
Summary: Originally just a cute 6927 fanart drabble... that turned into a monster called 692718. First time writing for Mukuro and he's damn hard to write for. -.-;; All those who were curious of how I write Mukuro, here he is, and no wonder I avoided him. Hm.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

Tsuna took a deep breath and sighed. He was all alone in the dressing room as he fidgeted in his pink, sakura-print kimono. And he hated it.

It was the day of the school festival. And no school festival was complete without a skit or two. Their class of course, decided on the skit. Tsuna, being the smallest was forced into playing the role of the main girl due to majority vote. (Gokudera, of course, voted against it for Tsuna's sake, but no one else wanted to be a girl and voted for Tsuna) After calming down Gokudera from blowing up the entire classroom, Tsuna had practiced through his role the best he could. He fumbled through it until it was good enough to satisfy most people.

While everyone else was preparing for the skit, they gave Tsuna a little privacy as he tried to adjust his awkward Kimono in front of the row of mirrors. In front of the mirrors was a long table attached to the wall as it stretched across the room. He had no idea how women wore this loose thing and tied it so securely around them. It didn't help that no one was there to help him; everyone else was so busy, he didn't have the heart to ask.

After re-tying the obi six times and re-adjusting the sakura pin on his hair nine times, as if it was the magic number, Tsuna summoned a knock on the door.

Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock. There was a rhythm to the beating on the door. Like a musical purr that was waiting to be opened.

Tsuna, adjusting his kimono hopefully for the last time, replied, "Come in. The door's unlocked."

The door slowly creaked opened and the visitor silently entered with his ghost-like foot steps. He closed the door behind him and locked it.

"Sakura? Well, that's not my type, but not bad."

Hearing the voice, Tsuna jerked up and turned to face his visitor. It was none other than Mukuro Rokudo.

"M….Mukuro!" Tsuna exclaimed as he felt the full power of his presence.

"Good day, Vongola. I came to see your play. I heard you were playing the lead role, though I had no idea…." He said as he eyed Tsuna up and down as if he were a delicious dessert. "…. That you were playing a lead female role." Mukuro licked his lips once.

"I…. I…." Tsuna stammered as he backed against the mirrors. The long table stopped him from moving further back. Mukuro approached him like a snake to its prey. "Aren't you glad to see me, young Vongola. It's been awhile since we've last met."

"Do… do you still want to take over my body?" Tsuna asked cautiously. Mukuro gave him his most gentle smile which made Tsuna's mind scream with danger. Then Mukuro leaned to stare Tsuna in the eye. "Ah, yes. That would be my ultimate goal. Unfortunately, my staff is not with me today. So for today, it's just a 'friendly' visit." Mukuro's voice was sweet and honeyed. Tsuna did not trust him.

"You look absolutely…. ravishing." Mukuro finished as he wrapped his hands around Tsuna's hips and pulled his hard body up against Tsuna's. Tsuna shivered from the contact. "T… thank you?" Tsuna hiccupped his reply. Mukuro chuckled.

Then he bent down and lifted Tsuna's kimono in a quick swoop. Tsuna almost screamed by the sudden action.

"My, my Vongola. This wouldn't do. You are not supposed to wear anything under your Kimono…. You can see the seam lines through them." Mukuro clicked his tongue.

"It… it doesn't matter. I'd be on stage. No … no one would know…." Tsuna replied nervously. Mukuro looked up. "Ah… but I would." Then without any warning, Mukuro ripped down Tsuna's underwear.

Tsuna gasped in surprise as Mukuro wrapped his hand below Tsuna's legs. Then he got up and kissed Tsuna forcefully. Mukuro violently entered inside Tsuna's mouth, wanting to possess him without his staff if possible. Tsuna, shocked at Mukuro's sudden violation, bit Mukuro's tongue, not knowing what else he could do. Mukuro pulled back. He licked his lips twice as he removed the blood off his mouth.

"Well, if you wish to play rough….." Mukuro said mockingly to Tsuna's hiss. With another quick motion, Mukuro grabbed Tsuna's obi and ripped it off of him. The sudden motion made Tsuna turn from the force and fall onto the floor. Then with much grace and speed, Mukuro sat on top of Tsuna and tied Tsuna's hands together tightly.

"Wh… what are you doing?" Tsuna yelled. Mukuro chuckled at Tsuna's naiveté. "A game Vongola. Just a game to pass time. You have nothing to do until the play starts, do you not?"

Then Mukuro leaned forward and bit Tsuna in the neck in revenge. Tsuna cried out in pain but Mukuro cupped his mouth to muffle it. "Do you truly want your friends to see you in this situation?" Mukuro teasingly asked, sealing Tsuna's mouth shut. Mukuro sunk his teeth deeper, drawing more blood that poured into Mukuro's mouth and the floor. The pain shot through Tsuna's body with a jolt as he arched to resist it. Tsuna's mind screamed but his voice failed to carry it due to fear.

Mukuro grabbed Tsuna's bound hands and pulled him up. He admired his captive, already sweating and crying, with blood dripping down from one side of his neck and mingling down his side, helplessly staring at his aggressor. Mukuro smirked and licked his lips for the third time as if it were a spell he was casting on Tsuna's mind.

"I suggest you hold onto the table in front of you, my cute Vongola," mused Mukuro as he slammed the little boy onto the table. "It'll be oh, just nice and sweetly painful. It might just ease the pain a bit." Mukuro held onto Tsuna's hips and lifted his pink crumpled kimono to reveal Tsuna's bare bottoms. "I'll make sure you feel infinite pleasure you've never felt before."

Tsuna whimpered and swallowed. He held onto the table in front of him with his bound hands and tried his best to stand up at least. Mukuro first adjusted himself. But once he pulled open Tsuna with his finger, he deftly entered him. The pain was unbearable and it ripped him apart as it entered him. Tsuna could not help but cry out as it entered deeper and deeper. He felt Mukuro's hand brush away his tears.

"Vongola…. Take a look at yourself in the mirror…." Mukuro huskily said as he stabbed into him. Tsuna looked up to see his face flowing with fresh tears. He whimpered as Mukuro's hand adjusted his head, forcing him to look into his own face screaming with excruciating pain. "Look at your expression. It's magnificent." Mukuro proudly told him. Tsuna closed his eyes shut in humility and pain.

Tsuna started to feel something warm drip down from below. The liquid stalked down his bottom and wrapped around his rod that started to protrude between his legs before it fell to the floor. He looked down to notice the drops of blood on the floor like sakura petals. Tsuna could not hold back his tears anymore as he whimpered with pain.

"Ah, it's warm inside you, Vongola…." Mukuro whispered into his ear as he bent over to nibble it. "So warm…. like your blood that drips down my fingers…." Mukuro started to shiver in pre-ecstasy as he felt Tsuna tighten around him.

Tsuna trembled as Mukuro started to move inside him without waiting for him to get adjusted to the pain. "I feel like I'm melting inside you…. Your body is so alluring…." Mukuro murmured as he held Tsuna's body tightly, making him unable to escape.

Tsuna started to stammer, "No… I… I'm not…." But Mukuro spoke above his moans. "It's your fault for tempting me first…. With such an appealing body…" Mukuro licked his ear. "I can not help but try to taste it." Mukuro also moaned as he moved with the rhythm Tsuna resisted. "So sweet, so painfully sweet…." Mukuro spoke softly as Tsuna also moaned little gasps of pain against his will.

"Why don't you just let go and try to enjoy it?" Mukuro suggested as his thrusts grew harder. "It's a much more… pleasurable… option, you know." Mukuro chuckled lightly and bit into Tsuna's ear. Tsuna flinched and squeezed his eyes tighter as the pain filled his ear and body once more.

Mukuro's hands crept downwards and started to stroke Tsuna. Tsuna recoiled even as he violently trembled against Mukuro's aggressive thrusts. Tsuna could not hold on and started to moan as Mukuro's hands delivered sweet ecstatic feelings that he had never felt before. The pain inside him throbbed as Mukuro continued to use Tsuna's own blood as his lubricant. Each stab brought so much pain, yet Mukuro's hands brought so much sickening pleasure that Tsuna could not hold himself straight any longer. However, Mukuro refused to let Tsuna go as he pressed him against the mirror once Tsuna started to slip down.

"We can't have that, Vongola… You should look at yourself more carefully. You're missing your chance to see a new side of you." Mukuro whispered into his ears as he continued to press Tsuna against the mirror. Tsuna exclaimed in shock as the coldness bit into his chest, hardening his pink, aroused nipples. Mukuro purred when he heard Tsuna's gasps and licked the back of his neck. Mukuro pulled the kimono further down to lick Tsuna's neck. Each lick and thrust brought out more moans and sighs from Tsuna's throat.

"M…Mukuro… please…. Stop this….. I…. I…." Tsuna pleaded as he cried in pain. "I can not take it anymore…." Mukuro smirked as he did not stop his thrusts. "Are you almost to your climax? That wouldn't do…. That wouldn't do at all…" Mukuro violently thrust even deeper inside Tsuna, making him scream.

"You mustn't be so loud, Sawada Tsunayoshi…. What if your friends hear you?" Mukuro said as he leaned closer, rubbing his body against Tsuna. Then he shoved one of his hands, dripping with Tsuna's own blood and pre-ejaculation creams, into Tsuna's mouth to muffle him.

"How do you like the taste of your own?" Mukuro huskily whispered into Tsuna as he thrust even harder and wrapped his fingers around Tsuna's panting mouth. The taste was disgusting and bitter as Tsuna tried to bite the intruder. Mukuro's fingers evaded Tsuna elusively as he pulled in and out. Each time the fingers entered, it roughly entered Tsuna, devouring his mouth. Mukuro's other hand still continued to stroke Tsuna's hardness.

Tsuna gasped and trembled at each stroke and thrust as he was forced to swallow down his own blood and pre-discharge. His heart pounded hard and his brain was turning white from the pain and forced pleasure. Finally, as if Mukuro allowed him to, Tsuna cried in ecstasy along with Mukuro as he filled Tsuna's inside with his own.

Tsuna plopped onto the table in front of him, gasping for breath. He gulped down the disgusting aftertaste in his mouth and closed his eyes.

After a few breaths, Tsuna heard a knock on the door. Tsuna quickly got up and said, "Wait, don't come in!" He stood up immediately and tried to run over to the door.

Tsuna tripped on his kimono and fell down. The door opened and Hibari Kyoya walked in. He looked down on Tsuna with one eye raised in a question.

"What are you doing? You have 20 minutes before you get on stage."

Tsuna looked up and said, "I…. I…." he quickly tried to adjust his kimono and stopped. His kimono and his obi were in place. Then he also remembered that Mukuro had locked the door after he came in.

Tsuna looked back at where he was. There was no one there.

Hibari sighed. "Were you sleeping? Does it take this long to adjust your outfit?" Hibari helped Tsuna up to fix his obi. Then his eyes narrowed.

"I thought your kimono was supposed to be in sakura prints. Why is it in pineapple prints." Hibari said with a disgusted hiss.

Tsuna looked down at his kimono. Sure enough, it was not in the original sakura prints, but in cute pineapples that seemed to be mocking him.

"I… I dunno. I…" Tsuna looked around wildly. He wondered if it was a dream as he looked back at the mirror that stared right back at him.

Hibari gritted his teeth. "Well, no matter. Here, you don't have much time. And you adjust the obi like this." Hibari tightened Tsuna's kimono's folds so that it fell on him smoothly.

But it did not fall on Tsuna smoothly as it should have.

Hibari and Tsuna both stared down at the prodding poke that stuck out in the middle of the kimono. And it was twitching; to Tsuna's embarrassment.

Hibari glared Tsuna in the face dangerously as he pulled out his tonfa. "Exactly what were you doing in here all this time?" Hibari asked menacingly, accusing Tsuna of doing inappropriate acts in his holy school.

"I… I didn't do anything! Honest! I…. I just fell asleep and…." Tsuna stammered as he backed up.

" Take care of it in 20 minutes." Hibari commanded. Tsuna nodded nervously. After a short silence Hibari asked again, "Do you know how to?"

Tsuna stared at the floor and shook his head 'no'.

Hibari rubbed his temple. Vexed and annoyed, he walked back to the door and locked it. Tsuna gulped as Hibari approached him briskly and crushed Tsuna against the mirrors.

"I'm going to make it brief and fast. You better hurry it up." Hibari replied with obvious aggravation in his voice.