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[closed] from ten years ago, with hate.

Who: Hibari and Mukuro
When: 16 Jan
Where: ALL OVER THE ISLAND.
What: FIGHTING. LOTS OF IT.
Warnings: Hibari and Mukuro in close proximity. And I guess fighting as well? Yeah. And blatant destruction. Blatant disregard for other people's safety. Everything, basically.

[ Hibari's feeling a little jittery on this fine day. Something which, in itself, wouldn't be (much) cause for alarm, but he's feeling jittery because he hasn't had a proper fight in so long (the zombies don't really count, obviously). Which is very much a cause for alarm when it comes to him. Besides, Mukuro had promised him his long-awaited fight almost a month ago, and he was getting impatient for it.

Thus, he does what any sane fight-deprived person would do - he breezes into Mukuro's room, giving no warning of his arrival, and flicks a ball of fire at the other's head. Only to get his attention, of course. Because he announces his intent a moment later, tone leaving no room for argument. ]

Fight me. Now.

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[ His face turns an interesting shade of colour the longer Hibari's tonfa remains under his neck. At first he tries to push away the tonfa, but the Cloud simply presses it down further until he's choking and seeing nothing but white spots on his vision - suffocating. His hands then turn to scrabbling for purchase against the castle walls, trying to push himself away from the tonfa. This really only makes it worse for him.

Gasping silently for air, he doesn't even register that his head is being tilted aside in preparation for the bite, instead blindly grasping at Hibari as the man closes in and sinks his teeth into his neck.

His eyes roll back until the whites show, pulse suddenly picking up to an incredibly frantic pace that he's not even aware of in his half-throttled state. It's not fear that is causing it. It's a far, far more simpler and yet less obvious cause than fear. The pain and the lack of air, combined with the life-threatening situation that the very nature of the bite conveys, stimulate the part of him that has gone wanting for a decade. Still wanting, in fact, since he has never been able to follow through with his advances on Gokudera since his recovery.

But Mukuro is wholly unaware of this kink. The choking sound he utters doesn't sound much different from the others before it, but the tone is slightly different to those with the ears to hear it. And when Hibari bites down again, his pulse again goes spiralling up uncontrollably, this time leaving some very physical evidence of the effect its had on him.

Too bad Hibari only has all of two seconds to realise and be amused by this. Because out of nowhere, minions converge on them from the edges of the destroyed forest, surrounding the pair, separating them, and carting them off to the dungeons. Neither are given any say in what happens - Mukuro is too busy struggling to draw breath to realise that his life has pretty much just been saved - and soon they're interred safely behind solid bars.

Oh well. At least they got to have their fight. 8| ]

[ It's really a pity that they were separated before he could do anymore, because really, that reaction had been very interesting. Despite his struggling against the minions, they clamp chains on him again that restrict his denizen powers and weigh down his limbs like lead, so in the end, he can do nothing more than scowl as the two of them are carted off to the dungeons.

He's unceremoniously dumped in the cell next to Mukuro - it's not really the first time he's been in jail, as of such (back home, he'd had somewhat of a tendency to get into these kinds of situations, though of course, he'd never stayed in a cell for more than an hour at most), so with a sigh, he settles down on the floor, idly dusting himself off. The fight hadn't reached a truly satisfying conclusion, but he supposes it's good enough that he'd gotten to bite Mukuro.

Speaking of which... ]

... I noticed your... [ he pauses here for a little bit, considering how to say it more diplomatically, then shrugs mentally and continues ] ... little.. condition. [ Another pause. ]

Was it really that stimulating? [ he doesn't even sound offended. Merely curious. Huh, maybe he is a little happier because of the fight. ]

Edited 2013-06-27 14:57 (UTC)

[ Mukuro doesn't really have any denizen powers of note apart from the venom he can now spit, so the minions put a muzzle on him to prevent that and fix chains that weigh his limbs down just like they did to Hibari. He coughs into the muzzle, massaging his throat gingerly. Blood smears over his fingertips, and it's a while before he can find his voice and respond to Hibari. (His arousal hasn't yet gone away. That seems to be happening to him a lot.) ]

-don't, cough, know what, you mean... [ he rasps. Goddamn, his pants feel far too tight. If only they weren't in cells right next to each other then he could do something about it. Clawing the muzzle off so that it hangs around his neck instead, he shoots a glance at the Cloud. ] How could I find anything 'stimulating' about you biting me to death?

Really. [ He shifts closer, leaning against the bars separating them and staring very pointedly at Mukuro's crotch. Despite the dimness of the dungeons, he gives off enough light from both his skin and his eyes to illustrate exactly what he's talking about. Mukuro will also find that the warmth in his jacket has started to fade, courtesy of these chains restricting his power - in their shared house, whatever else he may have imbued with heat would also slowly begin to cool. But he's still as warm to the touch as ever. ]

Explain that, then.

[ Ahh, that warmth is really inviting. He inches closer, trying to make the movement subtle and disguise it as him making himself more comfortable. Which, incidentally, Hibari staring at his crotch is most certainly not. ]

There is nothing to explain. Our fight was simply more enjoyable than I thought it would be.

[ Come on, don't tell him Hibari has never felt this way after intense sparring with someone? Somehow he is within arm's reach of the bars now. ]

[ He huffs lightly and looks away, closing his eyes as if he's tired - now that the adrenaline rush from the fight is starting to wear off, he's becoming more aware of his scrapes and bruises. There's a long cut across his forearm which he begins to poke at casually, not even wincing at the pain that spikes up at the touch. ]

.. Did you poison your trident? [ Because normal wounds weren't supposed to burn like this. 8I ]

[ His eyes flick to the wound and away. ]

I may have smeared the tips with a fluid I harvested from one of the frogs in the forest.

[ His eyes return to stare at Hibari's arm, slowly travelling up to rest on the other's face. Yes, he did just lick his lips. Though he looks unaware that he did. ]

... Ah. [ So it was poison. He shrugs, though, as if he couldn't care less (poison, though painful, would be flushed out from his body soon enough) and opens his eyes just in time to see Mukuro lick his lips. ]

.. What.

[ Rather than answer, he leans in, as if drawn by the warmth radiated by Hibari. The bars between them seem to give him pause, but then he reaches between them and pulls Hibari close, leaning forward at the same time so that their lips meet between the bars. ]

[ For a moment, he thinks Mukuro's reaching over to wrap his fingers around his throat and squeeze, and he tenses up, bringing up a hand to grip Mukuro's wrist, only to blink in surprise when the illusionist instead fists his hand in his collar and drags him closer and--

--oh. Oh. His eyes widen and his grip on Mukuro's wrist slackens in his surprise as he's kissed, surprisingly soft lips pressed against his own. His brain seemingly ceases to function for a moment, Hibari not moving as the kiss continues for longer than he'd like (or so he tells himself afterwards but that'd be a lie) until something prompts him to open his mouth and bite down hard on Mukuro's bottom lip.

Yes, he just drew blood - and with that, he pulls away, looking slightly... flustered, for lack of a better description. Mukuro's blood is on his lips, and he's still wide-eyed (or what counts as wide-eyed for him, anyway) yet he doesn't move to wipe away the traces of the kiss. ]

What the fuck, Mukuro? [ Too late does he realize that he's slipped from his customary self control - he'd called Mukuro by his first name, rather than 'Rokudo'. An embarrassing slip, but it's too late to take it back now. ]

Mm... [ That's his soft utterance before he draws back, affecting a look of pleasant surprise as he touches his torn lip. His tongue darts out and tastes the blood. ]

I apologise, I must still be thinking about our spar. [ Chuckle. His eyes glimmer in silent amusement, which he hides by lowering his eyes. That was actually a very pleasant kiss. He kind of wants another one, but he knows better than to push his luck.

He leans against the bars, closing his eyes. ] You don't mind if I stay like this, do you? [ he murmurs ] You're very warm. [ And the warmth helps his blood circulate, which in turn means-- yeah. It's pretty much a turn on just to remain the way he is. ]

[ He growls softly before he can help himself, licking away the blood on his lip almost absentmindedly as he regains his composure, skin dimming as his surprise fades. He does mind very much, thank you, but of course the illusionist doesn't listen to him, settling back against the bars as if they were best friends that weren't separated by iron bars. Only one part of that was true, and it sure wasn't the 'best friends' bit.

So. Of course there's only one thing he can do while stuck like this. He reaches out, as fast as a striking cobra, and grips the back of Mukuro's neck through the bars, turning the illusionist's face back towards his own. ]

I'll bite you to death for your insolence, [ he hisses vehemently, leaning in and-- yes, he did just kiss you again. Huh. Who'd have thought. This kiss, though, is slightly more gentle than the previous one - he doesn't bite (yet), instead dragging the flat of his tongue against the tear he'd created the first time, lapping up the blood still welling from the cut. There's a second when he pauses, as if considering whether to pull away or not, before he presses his lips against Mukuro's slowly, ~~shockingly~~ gentle for what he'd initially threatened to do.

And then-- well, what else is there to do but pull away? The fingers on the nape of Mukuro's neck dig in slightly, fingernails just sharp enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in the skin, before he retracts his arm, retreating back into his own cell. ]

... Payback, [ he mutters quietly, closing his eyes again. It's as if he's unwilling to stare at Mukuro anymore; but, he has to admit, the experience was a pleasant one. A very pleasant one. He had no trouble admitting that the illusionist was indeed attractive, physically - all the Vongola Guardians were, to an extent - but this still didn't change a thing between them. Or so he thinks. ]

Edited (oops I keep on seeing grammar mistakes and bleck I'M SORRY FOR SO MUCH EDITING) 2013-06-28 15:26 (UTC)

[ Not expecting a second kiss to be initiated by Hibari, he doesn't react until the Cloud's tongue is dragging along his bottom lip, causing it to sting lightly. Then his eyelids lower, eventually shutting, while one of his hands slides around the other man's neck to similarly hold him in place as their lips press together after the initial tongue bath. He doesn't leave marks as Hibari does, far more sensual with the touches he leaves despite them being enemies. From the soft moan that Mukuro utters and the way he grasps the bars dividing them, he's enjoying the contact immensely.

But- it's over too soon. Hibari pulls away and retreats too far for him to reach, leaving him to clutch at the lukewarm bars of his cell. He smiles and licks his lips though, savouring the taste left behind. ]

Kufufu...

[ With that soft laugh, he makes himself comfortable against the bars, because he has become used to sleeping where it's warm. His arousal from earlier will fade given time, though the desire to go further than they have today probably won't. Before that kiss, he wouldn't have considered the Cloud receptive to his advances like Gokudera was, but it's possible to change anyone's mind given enough time... ]

[ Once he is sure Mukuro isn't watching him, he sighs softly and raises a hand to rub it against the back of his neck, feeling where Mukuro had gripped him - lightly, but the draw of his fingers along the skin there did not go unmissed. Hibari isn't sure whether he liked it or not.

He spends the rest of the day trying to pry off his restraints, poking at the cold metal around his wrists quietly - the clinking of the chains, as quiet as it is, echoes around the empty dungeon. Thankfully, he seems to give up close to nightfall, falling asleep propped up against the wall - he's going to have a terrible crick in his neck when he wakes up (which won't be for the rest of the night, unless Mukuro purposely wakes him), but of course, the illusionist can't do anything about that.

Which is why, when he does wake up in the morning, it's in a horrible mood. Everything hurts. ]

[ Mukuro is still curled up where he is, sleeping quietly. All the warmth from the bars has fled during the night, leaving him as a motionless pile. He won't stir except for the loudest of sounds.

On the plus side, he doesn't seem to be affected by any bad dreams this time. You won't be getting any sympathy from him about your neck, Hibari - you should have taken more care in your sleeping posture. :< ]

[ It's with some grumbling that he goes about realigning his neck and figure - only after that's done does he move over to Mukuro, and, after watching him sleep for a moment or two, jab him through the bars, right in the side. That's sure to wake him up, right? Right. ]

[ Mukuro grunts and mutters something that sounds like an 'ow', curling up tighter. ]

Stop it... 'M tired...

[ Nope, apparently that's not enough to wake him up. But the warmth from Hibari's presence is. He slowly peels his eyes open, blinking sleepily at the other through the bars. ]

I don't care. [ Another jab to Mukuro's side accentuates his words - wow, he's being pretty mean, isn't he? ] You went to sleep before I did. [ He's still not moving away though. Mostly because he actually wants Mukuro to be able to move around. ]

Ouch...

[ After a round of low grumbling, Mukuro does eventually feel limber enough to sit up. His, uh, problem has gone away during the night, thankfully. So it's only with mild curiosity and vague irritation that he rubs the sleep from his eyes. ]

Why do you want me to wake up so much? We're not going anywhere.

Really. [ Well, Mukuro, please direct your eyes to the front of your cell. Say hello to the minions that have come to release them after an unpleasant night in jail! After much trouble, they're eventually shoved outside the castle gates and sternly warned not to start another fight with one another. Of course, they don't know yet that they've been punished... ]

How boring. [ Hibari rubs his wrists and sighs before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off, back into the forest. It's frustrating, how they couldn't even finish their fight... ]

[ Mukuro groans quietly as he's hauled up by the minions. Why couldn't they have waited a bit longer? :| Sigh. Well at least Hibari is warming up with his powers again, so once they're outside the illusionist sticks close to him as they wander into the forest. ]

If they hadn't intervened, I could have turned the tables, [ he groused ]

Edited 2013-07-23 05:17 (UTC)

[ He glances at Mukuro, sidelong, and walks just a little faster, seemingly eager to get back to the house. He very much doubts it, but hey, for once, he didn't feel the need to correct the illusionist. Probably because he knows Mukuro knows that he would still have lost, even with more time. ~~Also, something else may have happened but they are totally not talking about that, nope.~~ ]

When we get out of this place, I will bite you to death properly.

[ Mukuro flaps a hand at him and similarly quickens his pace. Don't leave him behind in the snow, you butt. You wouldn't want him to freeze and get eaten by wild animals, would you? ]

'Properly'? Any harder and you would have torn out my throat, Kyouya.

[ Well, no, but he has to keep up appearances, you know? ]

And you would have come back two days later, alive, [ he responds, completely unflappable. And yeah, alive, but as weak and limp as a noodle. Ah well. No need to talk about that since Mukuro is alive and healthy. ]

[ Hibari and snow should get together sometime - the two of you have so much in common, after all. 8| ]

Oh? You keep saying that, but I doubt you know if it's true or not.

[ Though if Hibari says it's true, it probably is. The man wouldn't say something like that without finding proof of it first. ]

[closed] from ten years ago, with hate.

\o/!!! VIVE L'ILLUSIONNISTE

goddamnit minions >( YOU GOT SAVED THIS TIME, ROKUDO.

KUFUFUFUFUFU >)

bites >(

kisses -3-

..... BITES YOUR LIP >D

licks lip mmm

then punches face :')

=///= totally worth that punch :'D

... mukuro. /)__=

yes~? :D

/reels in and kisses again >8I

mmmmmmm -w- <3

>8I IT'S NOT LIKE I LIKE YOU OR ANYTHING, DUMBASS...

oh, he knows -w- /smooches again

ewwwwww /shoves him away >8I

/sadfaces forevar

>( /frowny faces forever

=n= /blows kisses

dodges them all

hearts break :(

good >)

/chucks dead birds at

>(!!!!!!

/dances away trailing mist everywhere~

screw you too >(

you had your chance to screw him earlier, too bad~

if only you'd bent over 8(

he'll never bend over for you >)

orly now. he begs to differ.

you won't be able to hold him down~ he's a slippery one

NEAR, FAR, WHEREVER YOU ARE, I BELIEVE THAT THE HOMOLUST DOES GO ONNNN