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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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[ 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. ]

[ Too bad all the snow would melt because of his hotness. Heh. ]

I've seen it. [ He lifts a shoulder in a shrug - the younger Tsunayoshi had come back after being killed on Halloween, and though he'd been shaken, he looked fine. Death was hardly permanent in this place. And oh look at that. Hello, Navy District. All he wants to do now is get back to his bed and take a nap. 8( ]

Oh really? [ He doesn't sound very interested, but he is. ] Ahh, of course - you have that ability which lets you see everything in the blink of an eye.

[ He's not jealous of that ability to turn into light and zoom around unseen, nope. ]

Being a god has its advantages, [ he replies somewhat dryly, continuing his walk towards their district. ] But no - the younger Sawada died and came back. [ Looking rather rattled about it, too. Though, of course, that's none of his business. ]

Hmph.

[ He's about to voice an insult, but something...goes wrong. Instead of the insult he'd wittily prepared, this comes out instead: ]

Well you would know best. You are in charge of collating information after all.

[ ...Wait what? That wasn't what he meant to say at all! ]

Edited 2013-09-25 06:31 (UTC)

[ Now that - that gets Mukuro a very strange look from him. A compliment from the illusionist? Really? Was the man feeling well? ]

... You're acting strangely, [ he finally decides to say, still shooting weird glances at Mukuro. Seriously, he'd been expecting an insult... ]

[ The only thing to do in these sorts of instances is to pretend it was what you intended to say all along. So Mukuro smiles blithely. ]

I like to be unpredictable.

... Whatever. [ He seems fine with dismissing it, though. So maybe Mukuro should be grateful for that. It doesn't take much longer for them to make it back to their house - and he slips into his room through the open window, watching the illusionist for another moment before closing the shutters. Seems like he was about to say something but stopped, huh? Oh well. Whatever it was, Mukuro will never find out now. ]

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[closed] from ten years ago, with hate.

/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