Hustler

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Hibari thought he could feel his left eyebrow twitching rather violently and his spine was strung with so much coiling tension that he was surprised that it didn’t snap in two like and overwrought bow.





“Ah let me get that for you Kyouya-kun.” Mukuro sung from over his shoulder, a thin hand reached to swipe at Hibari’s keys. Hibari caught his wrist and crushed it mercilessly, only letting go when Mukuro chuckled all too falsely and jerked his hand back.





Hibari jimmied open the ill-oiled locking mechanism on his door before turning to glare at Mukuro.





“Leave.”





“Why would I do something like that?”





Hibari answered him by landing a solid blow to Mukuro’s gut with the singular piece of luggage that he had returned from the hospital with. Mukuro grunted breathlessly but grabbed a firm hold of the offending object, surprising Hibari and pulling it from his grasp.





“I’ll walk this in for you, ya?” Mukuro asked, his eyes shining all too triumphantly.





Hibari shut the door in his face.





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Honestly he would have been content to let the worm starve to death on his welcome mat, but somehow Mukuro had squirmed his way into the house with all the resilience of an infestation of cockroaches.





Short of exerting himself in ways that were expressly forbidden by doctor’s orders Hibari had no way of getting rid of the pest. Well he could have called the cops he supposed, but that would have been embarrassing all things considered and so he had refrained.





Though he hadn’t been above taking a frying pan to the idiot’s head when he had caught him cooking breakfast in his kitchen.





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“Why are you still here?”





“Where else should I be?”





Hibari saw red. And if Mukuro didn’t get his feet off his coffee table he was going to see red too, and a lot of it.





“I don’t know. Don’t care. You could be dead for all it matters as long as you aren’t here.”





“Well there’s an easy way to get what you want.” Mukuro said, fastidiously rubbing his forefingers together.





And the conversation ended there as it always did.





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The first time Mukuro had seen Hibari still faintly damp and gleaming from a shower his own heart had crashed through his ribs like a bull through a white picket fence. And then he had seen the angry red scar that cut across his chest, ending abruptly where the material of his yukata covered him and Mukuro had clenched his hands into fists, nails digging into flesh as he resisted to the temptation to ravish the man who stood before him.





Those eyes had seen right through him though.





Mukuro had had the distinctly disturbing feeling of walking away from Kyouya feeling dirty.





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There was a theme to their encounters. Volatile. Mukuro was a little astounded that they managed to live under the same roof without doing grievous harm to one another...not that Kyouya was wont for trying. Mukuro gave him the benefit, what with it being his home, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t make himself perfectly comfortable with his accommodations.





In retrospect, turning Kyouya’s living room into his own private living quarters had perhaps not been the most self-preserving course of action. But at least it had gotten the other man’s attention.





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“What do you want with me?” Hibari hissed.





“Now, now. You don’t want to over exert yourself.” Mukuro placated, seemingly supremely unconcerned with the fact that he was currently hoisted up against the wall by sheer virtue of Hibari’s hand around his neck.





“Answer me.” Hibari tightened his grip and Mukuro flushed a patchy red as his air supply was cut off.





“Alright.” Mukuro choked out. His feet still didn’t touch the ground but Hibari allowed him the grace of half an uncrushed trachea to gasp rattling breaths through. “Maybe, I just wanted an excuse to play a little more with you.” Mukuro licked his lips, trying not to choke over the admission.





For a moment the silence in the room was broken only by Mukuro’s jagged gasps for breath. And then he nearly blacked out as Hibari gave him enough slack to touch his toes to the ground before slamming his head against the drywall to his back.





Mukuro was still seeing stars when he felt the hot press of lips against his. He grunted and gasped against the firm pressure, his stomach clenching at the warm tongue that swept all too briefly into his mouth. When the stars had cleared from his vision again the front door was closing and Mukuro found himself alone...again.





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Mukuro was lounging with his feet on the coffee table, his phone in hand as he flipped through text messages. It was a sure fire way to get killed but he was counting on that fact. A slender smile tugged at his lips as he heard the tell-tale grating of the lock on the front door.





He met the acid glare sent his way with a level stare.





“I made dinner.” Mukuro tossed out lightly.





“Are you planning on being a housewife?” Hibari deadpanned, crossing the room.





Mukuro laughed. “You always say such cute—“





Hibari cut him off effectively by landing a sharp kick to his shins, dislodging his feet from the coffee table so that his heels hit the hardwood floor resoundingly. Mukuro looked Kyouya up and down lasciviously, making no efforts to hide the act, mostly because he knew it would make him supremely uncomfortable.





Kyouya was looking down right delectable in a deep blue tailored suit, purple shirt and matte striped blue and black tie. And really ever since Kyouya had kissed him not three days ago Mukuro figured he had given up his right to be treated as anything but a very sexy piece of meat by him. Not to mention—





And then Mukuro was breathing through his nose as Hibari pressed him into his couch and kissed him hard. He tried to reach out only to realise that his wrists were being held uncompromisingly in his lap by Hibari.





When he finally pulled away he only continued to glare, his brows furrowed in a way that screamed cynic. Mukuro realised that he was waiting for Mukuro to say something.





“You always surprise me.” Mukuro murmured all too seriously into the space between their lips and then he leaned up to feel that touch again...the one he’d been craving for far too long. Hibari released his wrists in an instant and straightened up, stumbling back a step and nearly over the coffee table, though he seemed to remember it just in time.





Mukuro clenched his fingers in his lap, fingers cold, palms clammy and resisted the urge to pounce Kyouya. He told himself that it would do no good to spook the other man, after all he was a delicate one for someone who was by all definitions a self-righteous prick.





“I’m going to have a shower.” Mukuro said, coming to his feet and enjoying the way Kyouya flinched and stared at the ground to his right with a furious expression still fixed on his face.





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Mukuro accompanied Kyouya to his post-op check-up. Not without raised eyebrows and a near constant assault of prickliness on the part of Hibari. But—





“I’m only looking out for my own interests.” Mukuro had assured him with an oily grin, tapping his finger against his chest above his own heart, and was promptly ignored from there on in. And while Kyouya treated him like he didn’t exist, Chiavorone had not by any means been sparing with the sour glares and questioning glances.





Mukuro had panned them off easily enough.





When Kyouya had shut the door to his home in his face as always Mukuro rolled his eyes and pulled out the copy of the key that he had made the first chance he’d had. It didn’t turn. He huffed out a sigh, cursing the temperamental mechanisms and jiggled the key a bit. No luck. And then the shiny brass of the lock caught his attention.





The nerve of that fucker! He had gone and changed the locks!





Mukuro snapped. He kicked the door with the sole of his boot, putting his weight behind the motion, and hissing in frustration when the old hinges held the uncooperative chunk of wood in place.





He felt his pocket vibrate a second later. He pulled his phone out furiously and glanced at the glowing screen under the backwash of his anger. He opened the text when he failed to recognize number.





If you kick my door again I’ll bash your skull in.





Mukuro blinked. He hadn’t even though Kyouya possessed a phone, let alone knew how to text....and never mind the preposterous notion that he had actually somehow managed to get his hands on Rokudo Mukuro’s personal number of all things.





He smiled. He supposed the chase was worth it after all.





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Mukuro sat with his back to Kyouya’s door until four in the morning, biding his time and waiting for that opportune moment, that time of night when he could be certain that Hibari would be blissfully and deeply asleep.





Then he sent the man three very short texts.





Open.



The.



Door.





And then he stood up, faced forward and crossed his arms smugly, waiting.





The new lock on the door made about as much noise as a feather falling into a field of corn and so Mukuro was completely taken aback when the door slammed open with all the force of being ripped of it’s hinges by gale force winds.





In the faint light Mukuro could make out only that Kyouya was wearing a loosely draped sleeping yukata and that he was very, very angry.





And then he was being grabbed by the collar of shirt and dragged inside, feet tripping over the threshold as he lost his balance in the dark and the tempest that was Hibari in a foul mood.





Kyouya marched without pause, past the living room and down the short hallway and directly into his room. Mukuro swallowed and grabbed Hibari’s wrist to keep a little slack in his shirt as he was practically dragged across the room and then it didn’t quite matter any more because he was being hurled headfirst onto the bed.





Instantly Mukuro exercised the reflex to sit up but Kyouya was bearing down on him before he could pull himself into a sitting position. In the corner of his eye he caught the movement of pale flesh and he felt the way Hibari pinned him to the bed with one knee. In all likelihood he was going to get the crap kicked out of him...he waited for the blow.





A hand slipped into his hair, clenching firmly at his roots and then all his certainties were drowning as Kyouya proceeded to unceremoniously shove his tongue down his throat. Mukuro groaned, his hunger for the other man flaring white-hot and unrestricted through his every limb.





Hibari pulled away and loosed the tie on his yukata before shoving the material from himself.





He was kneeling naked between Mukuro’s thighs, watching him impatiently. Mukuro regarded him with a tilted head and thought that he could see a very tightly constrained fire raging in Kyouya’s eyes, but as to how much of it was anger and how much was lust he couldn’t be sure. “Take your clothes off.”





“Why?” Perhaps not the most astute of questions considering the position he was in but Mukuro had been prepared for a hard fight, not to be thrown into Kyouya’s bed, and perhaps more disconcertingly not of his own wiles.





“It’s what you want isn’t it?” Hibari hissed, a subtly different glare on his face. It was hard to tell in the dark, but Mukuro felt flushed as he realised that Hibari was angry at the fact that he was still dressed, of all things.





Snickering under his breath Mukuro began to shimmy out of his clothes, not scrambling but noticeably hurried.





Acquiescing to the fact that Mukuro was sufficiently unclothed Hibari pinned him to the bed and began to worry the newly revealed skin. Mukuro sighed as those very first tendrils of subversive pleasure began to crawl through him. Normally he would have tried to maintain his self-discipline, to take control but the way Kyouya was bearing down on him told him that he’d end up with nothing short of a fight on his hands if he tried to resist, let alone take control.





Not to mention Hibari’s mouth was doing maddening things to parts of him that he hadn’t even realised to be as sensitive as they turned out to be. Hibari settled down against his body easily, rocking their limbs together. Mukuro couldn’t help the way his voice sung out into the darkness, not with the way Hibari surged over him because he had imagined this moment and—





Mukuro thrust up with equal ardour and force as Hibari rocked hard into him, drinking in the biting kiss that he was afforded. For quite possibly the first time in his life Mukuro found that his mind could not keep up with what was happening to him. He was hanging to his control by a thread...and then Hibari was hooking his arms under his knees, parting his thighs and rocking his erection against the damp heat of the underside if his balls...and he snapped.





Without even pausing to think the act through Mukuro arched his back and wrapped his legs firmly around Kyouya’s waist, pumping his hips forwards as he did. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks and revelled in it, panting as he threw his head to the side and locked his hands behind Kyouya’s neck.





Hibari seemed to take it as an excuse to bite hard at his jaw, his tongue laving hot in the wake of his teeth. Mukuro arched himself to the touch, clenching fingers sliding through the hair at the nape of Kyouya’s neck.





Roughly Mukuro pulled Kyouya in for a kiss, swallowing the low rolling groans and hot panting breaths that fell against his lips. He brushed needy fingers against Hibari’s racing pulse and paused.





“Wait.”





“No.” Hibari sucked against the skin that stretched over Mukuro’s collarbones, marking them a deep bruising red.



“It wasn’t a request.” Mukuro shoved Kyouya away, unwrapping his legs from around his waist.



Hibari gave him a look that screamed ‘moron’ but didn’t say anything.



“You’re still recovering.” Mukuro sat up, presumptuously running his fingers over the angry red scar that sliced across Hibari’s chest. It was neat and straight, but vividly raised against the otherwise smooth skin of Hibari’s torso.



Mukuro grunted when the wind was knocked from him under Hiabri’s weight as he was slammed flat against the bed. Hibari’s mouth was lower than it had been previously, working the twitching grooves of his abdomen.



“Now, now.” Mukuro grabbed Hibari by the chin and lifted his head up, guiding him subtly from his body. It was victory enough for him to have Hibari so willing. And though it would be trying indeed to call a halt to such a hot and heavy engagement, he was not by any means an impatient man. “There’s no need to rush—“



"It has been six weeks to the day since my discharge.” Mukuro blinked, only the vaguest of significance attaching itself to Hibari’s words in his mind. Then again it was impossible to hold onto his thoughts when Hibari was sliding his cock into his crease, threading the narrow space between his ass and the mattress.



"That\'s hardly--"



"And that means I can finally do with you percisely as I please." And those words growled directly into Mukuro’s ear razed all hesitation from him. Rising up he wrapped his arms around Hibari\'s neck and kissed him, clenching his thighs hard on either side of him.



Hibari readjusted his weight without unsticking himself from Mukuro\'s molded body, stretching one arm out to swipe at the nightstand to his right. The sound of a cap being flipped open in the dark was thrilling and Mukuro felt his stomach jolt in expectation. Just the thought of Hibari got him dripping wet. From experience he knew that he could bring himself to climax on the sheer ecstasy of his fantasies of Kyouya. To have the reality crashing so hard into him though left very little to his sundered control and he found there was barely any time to breath let alone think.



But then Mukuro was fine with that. He had done most of the work, hounding Hibari, instating his presence with unfaltering persistence into Hibari\'s life and now the rest was up to him. And if the godly rocking of Hibari\'s hips were anything to go by then Mukuro knew that he most certainly hadn\'t wasted his time.



And, certainly, the first taste of his reinvigorated bird would be all the sweeter for the willingness with which Kyouya fell on him.



Two slick fingers pressed open his crack, easily seeking out his momentarily too present entrance and pressing against the unrelenting muscles without preamble. Mukuro tried to relax, to distract his mind from it\'s pinpoint focus on parts of his body that would do better for having been left unguarded.



Hibari buried his hand in the long silken blue raven locks on Mukuro\'s head and jerked hard. A surprised hiss escaped him and he arched his back unwittingly. Crude, and yet Hibari\'s rough treatment had it\'s intended effect as Mukuro found his body had impaled itself on Hibari\'s iron fingers in reaction to his smarting roots.



"What do you think you\'re doing?" Mukuro groaned as he felt something distinctly inhuman-- plastic in fact-- press against his violated entrance.



No words. But Hibari\'s fingers scissored him open as the plastic pressed more forcefully against him.



"Kyouya--"



"It\'s lube." Hibari grunted just as the cold that slipped into his stinging rectum had his whole gut clenching in shock against the invasion. Mukuro hissed, his toes curling against the damp flesh of Hibari\'s back as his fingers swiftly worked the lube deeper into his ass.



For half a second Mukuro felt Hibari\'s knuckles forced tight against his twitching entrance and then he felt nothing as the fingers were removed from him entirely. He flexed his thighs and groaned as the burn of the none-too-gentle intrusion refused to fade. Not that he expected Hibari to be gentle with him, but still he had wanted at least to be able to keep pace with the other man.



It was hard to tell with Hibari what constituted foreplay, but so far it seemed to be a fervent yet sporadic attention to what just happened to be his most erogenous body parts.



Mukuro took a deep slow breath and--



Fuck!



"Now, now, Kyouya slow down there." Mukuro sung out pulling himself up against Hibari\'s cheek with his core muscles and subsequently up and away from the cock that had just been pressed against his hole.



The furrowed glare chiselled onto Hibari\'s face was visible even in the dark and Mukuro felt Hibari\'s mouth twist in a scowl against his cheek.



"You backing out like the weakling you are?"



Mukuro laughed at that, completely and utterly unconcerned with the fact that he was at the mercy of a very powerful man and that it was in his best interest not to piss him off. "Truly, my little bird, you are worth every last second I\'ve spent on you.



"I only meant that two fingers for two seconds can hardly be considered adequate preparation." And with the memory of the thickness of Hibari\'s cock parting his crease still fresh in his mind, Mukuro felt that his insistence could not be considered high-maintenance.



In that instant Hibari\'s face smoothed to stone, and Mukuro could feel the predator curling into the limbs that were trapping him. It sent sparks racing the length of his spine and he grinned in appreciation. His cock throbbed, slicking with need as Hibari leaned in for a hungry kiss, pushing his weight firmly back onto the bed as he did.



"Mukuro, I want--" Mukuro snapped to attention, his body arching flush against the lean form above him as Hibari\'s rough words were pressed to his lips. "--you to feel every last millimeter of my cock pushing into your ass."



Mukuro felt the heat rise to his cheeks despite himself. Hibari\'s hands came to his hips and Mukuro parted his thighs as he reached down to touch the now dripping head of his dick. The hot blunt tip of Hibari\'s erection wetting the top of his balls had him reaching down lower.



With his gut tingling in delicious anticipation Mukuro cupped his balls, drawing them up and out of the way and bucked his hips to present his now twitching entrance to Hibari, a small smirk twisting his lips. The precum on the head of Hibari\'s cock only served to highlight the lube that leaked out of him and Mukuro felt weak as the heat of it all went to his head.



Honestly he had never thought he could feel such longing for anything. And in that instant Mukuro could think of nothing but of how glorious it would feel to have Hibari\'s cock stretching him open as it plowed into him.



The tip of the head pushed into him slowly and Mukuro panted at the arcing pain that burned through his ass and straight up his spine. He felt all too clearly the trembling of his thighs as he tried to keep his body from expelling the intrusion. True to his word Hibari inched his cock in without pause and without even a hint of urgency.



When his muscles rebelled Mukuro found himself sweaty and panting as his body tightened painfully around the unrelenting hardness that was shoved up his ass.



Hibari grunted softly and seemed to readjust his grip. Mukuro found his spine curling tightly as his hips were pulled up, bending him nearly double and exposing his ass completely. But as the gravity settled in his stomach Mukuro felt his muscles loosen and unclench and groaned as he felt Hibari\'s cock get sucked deeper in turn.



The last inch Mukuro felt just as crisply as the first but this time with longing. He felt his own precum spreading against his stomach and his ass clenched as his hands tightened against his balls.



In the faint light Mukuro could see that Hibari had as small but feral grin on his lips and that his eyes were caught at half mast, lust burning bright in their black depths.



"Are you going to climax just from having my cock shoved into your hole?" Hibari asked, teeth gleaming in the dark. His voice was tight and Mukuro didn\'t respond with anything more than a grin and a subtle flutter of his muscles but the effect was immediate.



Hibari\'s eyes narrowed to slits as his grin clenched to a grimace and Mukuro felt his fingers tighten into vices against his hip bones.



"Kyouya--" But he got no further.



The breath in his lungs stalled, his chest tightened as Hibari pulled out and then slammed back in. The pain in his ass was a flash this time, and it tore a deep groan from him. Fuck, but it felt good. He hadn\'t expected to be stretched so tight, nor for the pain to be so indistinguishable form the tendrils of pleasure that rooted themselves in his groin.



Hibari\'s pace was punishing and had them both soaked in sweat within instants and yet Mukuro felt the need claw hard at him, making him push his hips up haphazardly to meet the thrusts. His mind tangled the pain from the rough thrusts with the singing pleasure that he felt with every surge of Hibari\'s cock into his reluctantly stretched ass. He groaned as the pleasure began to rock into him. To think that he would come without ever having his cock touched was—



Mukuro was not by any means a vocal lover.

To be so would have been giving his partner the advantage.



—he cried out as Hibari\'s cock stroked stars into his eyes from the inside out. His body clenched and he found himself on the precipice of the most mind numbing orgasm of his life. Reaching Hibari\'s neck with one hand, fingers rooting in his hair, he pulled up nearly off Hibari cock with the last of his control then rocked straight down onto Hibari\'s upward thrust.



His burning thighs clenched to Hibari\'s body with bruising force as Mukuro shuddered with release. His cheek was pressed against Hibari\'s sweaty neck and he moaned as Hibari skilfully milked his body for all it was worth with a few short thrusts before allowing his own climax to crash over him.



They fell across the bed in a heaving mass of sweaty limbs.



It was a full minute before the harsh sound of Hibari\'s panting breaths reached his ears like the beating of war drums. His heart stuttered painfully for a second.



Carefully he eased Hibari onto his back. Even in the shoddy light the paleness of his skin was striking.



"Kyouya." He called out, his hand automatically reaching for the throbbing vein in Hibari\'s exposed neck. The pulse raced under his fingers for half a second before his hand was slapped away sharply.



"I\'m fine." Hibari groused, impatience snapping through his voice. And though he was clearly still heavily winded, his eyes were clear and focused.



Mukuro found himself smirking then, his limbs leaden and shaking with fatigue as he held himself over the other man. Slowly he leaned in and pressed a scraping kiss against Hibari\'s gasping mouth. A whispering moan tickled the back of his throat as he wetly stroked Hibari\'s bottom lip with his tongue before twisting onto his back once more, collapsing into the solid embrace of the mattress.



With his left side pressed unevenly against Hibari\'s heaving right flank Mukuro caught his own breath, too tired even to brush away the sweat-slicked stands of hair that clung scratchily to his body.



A misty sedation crept into his limbs as Hibari\'s body calmed against his, feeling much cooler than even his own pinpricked body. Lethargically he turned on his side and stared with half-mast eyes at the stunning picture that was Hibari. Dark eyes met his lazy gaze and Mukuro clenched his hands into fists as he felt his own heart give an unsteady lurch.



With a slow confidence Mukuro draped his arm over Hibari\'s shoulder and slipped his hand up against his neck. The skin there was clammy but soft to the touch, with a few locks of hair brushing idly against his fingers. Unassumingly he pushed himself flush against Hibari\'s side and his pressed lips against the smooth column of his exposed throat, letting Hibari feel the soft smirk that played across his mouth.



There was, for a moment, an undisturbed stillness between them and then—



"Spit it out."



Pulling back, Mukuro matched eyes with Hibari once more feeling himself inching back to the right side of controlled. "Whatever do you mean, Kyouya?"



Hibari fixed him with a deeply unimpressed look at his lacklustre pass at nonchalance and Mukuro raised his eyebrows in surrender, still unable to wipe the smile from his face.



"I simply wanted to point out that you were foolish to run away from this."



"This?" That rasp made Mukuro tingle all over again and he took one slow breath before cracking a smirk once more.



"This attraction, Kyouya." Mukuro purred, the anticipation for Kyouya\'s backlash sharp in the back of his throat.



For a second the silence was like an unlit flare and then Hibari snapped with the venom of a pit viper.



"Why are you still here? I\'ve fucked you like you wanted haven\'t I?" Hibari hissed, his temperament coming over all prickly in an instant.



Briefly he played at being offended and then Hibari shifted an inch against him and the heat that of such a small movement touched off in his still too sensitive crotch reverberated in his chest. Mukuro felt his natural confidence slip into place.



Unlocking his eyes from Hibari\'s shrapnel glare he stared at the upraised line of the scar on his chest instead.



"Like I said, I\'ve got a vested interest in your well being." Mukuro muttered, surprising himself with how light his voice did not sound. "After all, Kyouya, your heart belongs to me."



Momentarily Hibari pinned him with his eyes and then the fight seemed to rush from him. Mukuro smirked and let his fingers play over the scar for a moment, the touch feeling akin to a hazy illusion even then.



Hibari did not pull away as Mukuro had expected him to but his next words stilled his movements despite his inflated confidence.



"It\'s five in the morning, Mukuro, and if you continue to disturb my sleep I will throw you off the rooftop." Hibari\'s eyes were closed and his bangs were scattered scruffily across his brow and the image took his breath away, suffocating any witty remark that might have skittered across to top of his head.



When Hibari\'s breathing evened out a few seconds later Mukuro felt his eyes drop closed. And a few minutes later the quiet hum of fading consciousness buried the steady thrum of Hibari’s pulse under his fingers as sleep closed over him too.



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THE END.





AN: And that\'s that. Thank you to everyone who left a review or rating for the first part. And I hope that the end was up to par....I struggled most unexpectedly with the end and it feels nice to be done and over with this overly uncooperative idea. I must say though, this is one is definitely my personal favourite KHR fic I\'ve bothered to type up to date. If you enjoyed it please do feed the muse and leave a review.