KHR Fic: Tsukimi (4/6)
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Tsukimi (4/6)
Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Hibari/Mukuro
This part is NOT WORKSAFE!
one | two | three | four | five | six
It was almost a week after Hibari's visit that Byakuran finally deigned to come see Mukuro. His delay was a calculated insult, and Mukuro knew exactly what was going on. Byakuran was trying to goad Mukuro into overplaying his hand. He refused to let himself be manipulated, though - and if he repeated that over and over, maybe he'd have the resolve to swallow his anger until their meeting was over.
Mukuro didn't pretend to be welcoming this time. There was no tea, no shochu. He smiled when Byakuran entered his outer rooms, but made no attempt to cover up the disdain in it. Byakuran smiled as well, as smugly superior as always.
He gestured for Byakuran to sit, which the other man did, looking around. "Your hospitality seems somewhat lacking today, Mukuro," he said cheerfully.
"I didn't realize that you came here for my hospitality," Mukuro responded. "Why don't we get down to business?"
"What, no flirting? No tea?" Byakuran laughed, leaning back and surveying Mukuro with a smirk. "You're so adorable when you're angry."
Mukuro's smile was thin. For once, he was in no mood for games - especially not Byakuran's games. But he forced himself to control his temper. It was fine if Byakuran knew he was angry, but if he discovered how deeply Mukuro's anger ran, Mukuro would be in trouble. He couldn't allow Byakuran to have any more power over him.
"Well, you've left me at quite a disadvantage. Not only are the police conducting a murder investigation in this district, but I seem to be down one employee." Mukuro widened his eyes, as if the mere thought surprised him. He kept his voice light, with an effort.
"Hmm, that does sound like a problem," Byakuran said, giving every appearance of enjoying himself greatly. "Who could have been so careless?"
"You've anticipated my question, it seems. The last time I saw my dear young Leonardo alive, he was accepting a job with you for an unspecified period of time. Then he walked out the door, safely escorted by two of your goons - I'm sorry, your associates. And now--" Mukuro slid a photograph across the tatami to Byakuran - "this." He didn't look at the picture himself. He'd seen enough of the boy's bruises and sightless eyes. Mukuro held no fear of death, but simply looking at it made him angry, and he couldn't afford that right now.
Byakuran's eyes widened in an act that Mukuro was sure was as fake as his own. "How terrible! Well, I can assure you that I never saw poor - Leonardo, was it? In fact, I was going to ask if you'd forgotten about the deal we made." He sighed, and touched the photograph. "What a sad fate. I'm so sorry, Mukuro, he must have been targeted by my enemies when they discovered I'd asked for a little company. It's a terrible thing... why don't we discuss reparations? Of course, I'll repay you for losing one of your precious men."
His eyes were bright, and his all his words of apology rang false in Mukuro's ears. None of it meant anything, of course, but Mukuro played the game. He retrieved table and tea (freshly prepared by Chrome) and settled in for negotiations, weighing the gold that would pay for the life of Leonardo Lippi. Mukuro felt detached from it all, so consumed by anger that he felt it was a miracle he didn't burst into flames - but none of it showed. He was a professional, and he kept himself under iron control, smiling and saying all the right things.
Eventually it was decided. Leonardo had no dependents, so there were few loose ends. Byakuran agreed to take care of the police investigation, as well as cutting Mukuro a fat check and paying for all the funeral arrangements - Mukuro would not let one of his employees go unmourned.
It was something, but it was far from sufficient in exchange for a human life.
Byakuran set his teacup down with a sigh, that infuriating look of mockery still in his eyes, though his words were all sincerity. "It really is incredibly sad, Mukuro, and I hope you're not too upset. These things happen in our line of work, you know. You have my regrets, and of course if there's anything I can do to help..."
"I'll be sure to let you know if there's anything you can do," Mukuro said, and stood as Byakuran did.
"Please do. I'll take my leave, then. I'm sure you're in no mood to entertain me this evening." Byakuran leaned close and kissed Mukuro - gently, slowly, almost as if they were real lovers. Different from any kiss they'd shared before.
Mukuro did respond, and when Byakuran moved away, there was the barest hint of a smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Take care, Mukuro, I'd hate to see anything happen to someone else." Then he turned and left.
Mukuro stood silently, listening to Byakuran's steps move down the hallway to the elevator. He heard the doors open and close, counting off five seconds after that for good measure. Then he picked up Byakuran's empty teacup and hurled it against the wall with all his strength. The delicate cup shattered into a million pieces, but Mukuro felt no less angry.
Every word out of that man's lips had been a lie. Byakuran had killed Leonardo Lippi - Mukuro knew, and Byakuran knew he knew. He'd been forced to play Byakuran's humiliating little game, forced to accept his apology and his insignificant repayment for a man's life.
But what could be do? He couldn't confront Byakuran any more directly than he had. And he had no way of making the man pay without losing every advantage he had and painting a target on himself. That was what Byakuran wanted, after all, and he couldn't fall into his trap because of one death. He couldn't even do it because of his own pride.
If he tried to take revenge, if he used the tape or any of the other little bits of incriminating evidence he had, he'd be playing right into Byakuran's hands. Mukuro was sure of it. There was no other reason for Byakuran to do this. So he had to take it, the humiliation and the anger, and he had to pretend nothing was wrong.
He wished he'd poisoned Byakuran's tea.
He wished he'd killed Byakuran while the man was sitting smugly across from him, secure in his power.
And he wished he hadn't sent Leonardo Lippi to Byakuran, to his death.
It might have been easier if it hadn't been him. Mukuro had no family, and did not consider the men and women in this place to be surrogate family - he was their boss, they were his employees, nothing more. He had the responsibility to look out for them, but he also had the responsibility to get rid of them if they became a threat or a liability to the establishment itself. It didn't happen often, but when it did, Mukuro took care of it. He couldn't allow them to be 'family'.
But Mukuro hadn't always been who he was now, and back then, when he'd lived on the streets before coming to the brothel called 'Tsukimi' (where he quickly made his way to the top), he'd picked up a few strays.
Ken and Chikusa had been with him the longest, since they were all little brats stealing and begging, and Mukuro had just been the smartest and most vicious. He'd earned their loyalty, turned the tables on some of the stronger and older boys who saw them as prey, and they'd followed him ever since.
Chrome had come later, when Mukuro had seen some echo of himself in the abandoned little sick girl. Leonardo had been the last, Mukuro had only taken him in a year or so before coming to the brothel, so they were never as close - but he had been loyal. When Mukuro left them, with the promise to return in a year and give them better lives, Leonardo had waited patiently with the other three (who would have followed Mukuro to hell and back by then).
And Mukuro had kept his promise, returning ten months late as the new owner of Tsukimi. He'd given them jobs and a home, and Leonardo had been the only one who'd chosen to work as a whore rather than in a more administrative position.
Mukuro had never had the same connection with Leonardo that he had with the others, but they'd had a shared past. Now and then he'd helped Chrome, which was why he'd gone to Byakuran's this time. He had brought Mukuro dinner after Byakuran's visit, when Mukuro was too bruised and achy to get out of bed, and Mukuro had asked him to find a volunteer for the job. Leo had offered to do it himself, saying that he could handle it and he might learn something useful.
That wasn't why he had been killed. Byakuran had always been well aware that any of Mukuro's employees he allowed close to him would be direct lines of information to Mukuro. He'd never cared. Byakuran had done this to make Mukuro angry, make him slip up.
He was angry. He was furious. Leonardo's death did not hang on his conscience the way it might for some people - he regretting sending him there, but Mukuro wasn't that kind of person. He knew the blame fell entirely on Byakuran. But he was furious that he couldn't get revenge, that he couldn't make Byakuran pay for this death. Revenge for one life was not worth sacrificing everything he'd worked for.
Most of all, he was furious that Byakuran had put him in this position.
Practically shaking with fury, Mukuro left the tatami room - his 'receiving room' - and retreated to his real, private set of rooms. Picking up the phone, he told Chikusa he wouldn't be accepting any visitors until further notice. He knew that Chikusa would take that, and the anger in his voice, as a sign that Mukuro was to be left alone - by everybody.
Those orders stood for three days.
There were no special guests or crises that demanded Mukuro's attention, and there was also nothing to take out his anger on. He'd calmed since his initial burst of anger, but he was still in no mood to focus on the day-to-day operations of the brothel. Chrome could handle it alone for a few days, anyway.
Instead, Mukuro had gone through all his files and resources, picking out every tiny thing he had on Byakuran. Most of it was useless, but besides the tape (which he couldn't use without screwing himself over completely) there were a few things that could cause him some trouble. Mukuro just wasn't sure if it would tip the scales too much, overplay his hand in just the way Byakuran wanted. He spent those days plotting and planning, then discarding those plans when they proved unwise. Nothing worked - deep inside, Mukuro knew he had to wait, that there was no way to safely get revenge right now, but he didn't want to admit it.
On the evening of the third day, Chikusa called Mukuro's rooms.
"Sorry, boss. I know you said no visitors, but..." Chikusa sighed the sigh of the put-upon, "your police boy is here and he won't go away." There was a pause. "He's being unpleasant. I'll tell him to get lost again, now that he's seen that you really don't want to see anyone." Chikusa's words were ever so slightly barbed, and Mukuro presumed that Hibari was standing by the desk, listening to him.
"Do that," Mukuro said. He started to hang up the phone, the paused. "No, wait. Send him up."
Chikusa was silent for a moment, which was the most surprised reaction Mukuro could expect from him. Then he said "All right," and hung up the phone.
It only took a few minutes before Hibari pushed open the door to Mukuro's rooms, and by then Mukuro was waiting for him in the tatami room. He smiled when he saw Hibari, though Hibari was scowling as usual. "I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away."
For a moment, it had looked like Hibari was about to say something, but Mukuro's words had cut him off. He looked angry, but he didn't step towards Mukuro. "As if I would want to see you," Hibari said. "You pathetic herbivore."
This was exactly what Mukuro wanted, and he was the one to close the distance between them, step close and whisper in Hibari's ear - "Then why did you come?" He slid his hand down Hibari's shirt, slowly, until Hibari grabbed his wrist and stopped Mukuro inches from his waistband. Mukuro kept talking anyway, and Hibari's grip grew tighter and tighter. "You have no other reason to want to see me personally. You came with some rather adult things in mind, didn't you, Kyoya? Not that I mind... just lay back and let me take care of you."
"No," Hibari said, but he didn't push Mukuro away - instead, Hibari pulled him closer and kissed him. It wasn't a teasing kiss like Mukuro's usually were. It was harsh, almost painful, close to overwhelming even for a man like Mukuro. He could feel the passion and anger bubbling to the surface.
It was perfect.
Mukuro laughed, low, against Hibari's lips. In return he received a sharp bite on his lower lip and Hibari's tongue thrust into his mouth. Twisting his wrist, Mukuro loosened himself from Hibari's grip without breaking their kiss, easily unbuttoning Hibari's pants.
Hibari barely seemed to notice, pushing at Mukuro's kimono to bare his shoulders. Then he was pressing rough kisses down Mukuro's neck, fingers fumbling at his obi.
Neither of them wasted any time, and there was little gentleness in this. Hibari's passion was fueled by anger, or at least irritation, and Mukuro - Mukuro wanted it rough enough to make him forget all the things weighing him down. He wanted pain and pleasure intense enough to pierce through the fog surrounding him.
Hibari was giving him exactly what he needed.
Without hesitation, Mukuro wrapped his hand around Hibari's cock, stroking at a fast pace. Hibari growled and bit his shoulder hard enough to make Mukuro cry out in something like pain. Then Hibari pushed them both down, splaying Mukuro across the tatami and kissing him again, shoving the folds of the kimono out of the way so he could touch Mukuro's thigh, palm his cock, make him gasp.
"Aren't you pushy..." Mukuro managed to get out through his gasps, letting go of Hibari to push his shirt off, running slim fingers across that surprisingly well-toned chest.
"I'm not going to bend over for you," Hibari growled, moving his hand roughly and making Mukuro moan.
"That's good," Mukuro said, managing to smirk somehow. "Because I'm changed my mind. I want you to fuck me. Hard."
There was a spark of lust in Hibari's eyes when he heard those words. Mukuro kissed him again, hard, tasting blood from his bitten lip and not caring at all. This wasn't a game like the ones Byakuran was fond of, pain because he enjoyed inflicting it, this was something else - pleasure and passion, dominance and lust, emotions too tangled up finally being released. It didn't feel like a game at all. It felt like real desire.
Hibari pressed Mukuro against the tatami, spreading his legs with one hand. He was not gentle in preparing Mukuro, though he accepted the lube Mukuro had hidden in one sleeve. Still, his fingers inside Mukuro were quick and rough enough that Mukuro slid one hand down his body to touch himself, a lazy movement that counteracted Hibari's urgency.
For a brief moment, Hibari watched Mukuro touch himself, breath coming fast. Then he moved his hand, brushing the place inside Mukuro that made him arch his back and stifle a cry of pleasure. Reaching out, Mukuro tangled his fingers in Hibari's short hair and pulled him closer, wrapping one long leg around Hibari's waist.
Hibari kissed Mukuro hard one more time as he removed his fingers, and then Hibari entered him in one strong thrust. Unable to hold back a moan, Mukuro let his hand slip to Hibari's shoulder, holding on to him.
"More," Mukuro gasped out, fingers digging in.
"Shut up," was Hibari's curt response, but his breathing was labored. He started to move, slow at first but building up until it was fast and rough and perfect, their bodies moving together in an intense rhythm that chased every other thought out of Mukuro's head - the only things left were their moans, his pleasure, the feeling of Hibari's cock moving inside him.
It felt like forever - but not quite long enough - before Hibari tensed, hands tightening on Mukuro's hips. He moaned as he came, eyes still on Mukuro, hungry in a way that Mukuro should be used to. But there was something about it that was too much, more than he'd expected, and it sent him over the edge as well.
His orgasm was intense and amazing and exactly what he needed, even if it couldn't entirely chase away the memory of how Hibari had looked at him.
Afterwards, Hibari's weight settled on him as they both rested, spent, breathing hard. Mukuro was still holding on to the other man. He didn't want to move at all, he felt so limp and relaxed.
He also felt oddly grateful, which was not an emotion Mukuro was used to feeling after sex. But Hibari Kyoya had unknowingly given him just what he needed to break himself out of the frustrated, angry rut Byakuran had put him in. Release, pure and simple, with no strings attached - Mukuro could not help being grateful.
Plus the sex had been incredible.
After some time, Hibari moved, pulling out of Mukuro and rolling off him. He sat up partway, looking like he didn't know what he should do now. Leave? Stay? He said nothing.
Mukuro was tempted to let Hibari decide on his own - the ensuing awkwardness would no doubt be entertaining. But there was that lingering gratefulness, as well as the strange affection he had for this man.
He sat up as well, and pulled Hibari close again for a long kiss, much gentler than the ones they'd shared earlier. When they separated, Mukuro smiled at him. "It's late. Why don't you stay tonight?"
For a moment Hibari looked at him as if he were insane. Then he shrugged and looked away, almost embarrassed. "All right."
Mukuro didn't think about what he was doing, how he never let clients stay the night - or why Hibari might be special. He would do what he wanted for this one night, and deal with whatever the consequences might be.
One night for himself was more than he'd had in a long time.
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Tsukimi (4/6)
Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Hibari/Mukuro
This part is NOT WORKSAFE!
one | two | three | four | five | six
It was almost a week after Hibari's visit that Byakuran finally deigned to come see Mukuro. His delay was a calculated insult, and Mukuro knew exactly what was going on. Byakuran was trying to goad Mukuro into overplaying his hand. He refused to let himself be manipulated, though - and if he repeated that over and over, maybe he'd have the resolve to swallow his anger until their meeting was over.
Mukuro didn't pretend to be welcoming this time. There was no tea, no shochu. He smiled when Byakuran entered his outer rooms, but made no attempt to cover up the disdain in it. Byakuran smiled as well, as smugly superior as always.
He gestured for Byakuran to sit, which the other man did, looking around. "Your hospitality seems somewhat lacking today, Mukuro," he said cheerfully.
"I didn't realize that you came here for my hospitality," Mukuro responded. "Why don't we get down to business?"
"What, no flirting? No tea?" Byakuran laughed, leaning back and surveying Mukuro with a smirk. "You're so adorable when you're angry."
Mukuro's smile was thin. For once, he was in no mood for games - especially not Byakuran's games. But he forced himself to control his temper. It was fine if Byakuran knew he was angry, but if he discovered how deeply Mukuro's anger ran, Mukuro would be in trouble. He couldn't allow Byakuran to have any more power over him.
"Well, you've left me at quite a disadvantage. Not only are the police conducting a murder investigation in this district, but I seem to be down one employee." Mukuro widened his eyes, as if the mere thought surprised him. He kept his voice light, with an effort.
"Hmm, that does sound like a problem," Byakuran said, giving every appearance of enjoying himself greatly. "Who could have been so careless?"
"You've anticipated my question, it seems. The last time I saw my dear young Leonardo alive, he was accepting a job with you for an unspecified period of time. Then he walked out the door, safely escorted by two of your goons - I'm sorry, your associates. And now--" Mukuro slid a photograph across the tatami to Byakuran - "this." He didn't look at the picture himself. He'd seen enough of the boy's bruises and sightless eyes. Mukuro held no fear of death, but simply looking at it made him angry, and he couldn't afford that right now.
Byakuran's eyes widened in an act that Mukuro was sure was as fake as his own. "How terrible! Well, I can assure you that I never saw poor - Leonardo, was it? In fact, I was going to ask if you'd forgotten about the deal we made." He sighed, and touched the photograph. "What a sad fate. I'm so sorry, Mukuro, he must have been targeted by my enemies when they discovered I'd asked for a little company. It's a terrible thing... why don't we discuss reparations? Of course, I'll repay you for losing one of your precious men."
His eyes were bright, and his all his words of apology rang false in Mukuro's ears. None of it meant anything, of course, but Mukuro played the game. He retrieved table and tea (freshly prepared by Chrome) and settled in for negotiations, weighing the gold that would pay for the life of Leonardo Lippi. Mukuro felt detached from it all, so consumed by anger that he felt it was a miracle he didn't burst into flames - but none of it showed. He was a professional, and he kept himself under iron control, smiling and saying all the right things.
Eventually it was decided. Leonardo had no dependents, so there were few loose ends. Byakuran agreed to take care of the police investigation, as well as cutting Mukuro a fat check and paying for all the funeral arrangements - Mukuro would not let one of his employees go unmourned.
It was something, but it was far from sufficient in exchange for a human life.
Byakuran set his teacup down with a sigh, that infuriating look of mockery still in his eyes, though his words were all sincerity. "It really is incredibly sad, Mukuro, and I hope you're not too upset. These things happen in our line of work, you know. You have my regrets, and of course if there's anything I can do to help..."
"I'll be sure to let you know if there's anything you can do," Mukuro said, and stood as Byakuran did.
"Please do. I'll take my leave, then. I'm sure you're in no mood to entertain me this evening." Byakuran leaned close and kissed Mukuro - gently, slowly, almost as if they were real lovers. Different from any kiss they'd shared before.
Mukuro did respond, and when Byakuran moved away, there was the barest hint of a smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Take care, Mukuro, I'd hate to see anything happen to someone else." Then he turned and left.
Mukuro stood silently, listening to Byakuran's steps move down the hallway to the elevator. He heard the doors open and close, counting off five seconds after that for good measure. Then he picked up Byakuran's empty teacup and hurled it against the wall with all his strength. The delicate cup shattered into a million pieces, but Mukuro felt no less angry.
Every word out of that man's lips had been a lie. Byakuran had killed Leonardo Lippi - Mukuro knew, and Byakuran knew he knew. He'd been forced to play Byakuran's humiliating little game, forced to accept his apology and his insignificant repayment for a man's life.
But what could be do? He couldn't confront Byakuran any more directly than he had. And he had no way of making the man pay without losing every advantage he had and painting a target on himself. That was what Byakuran wanted, after all, and he couldn't fall into his trap because of one death. He couldn't even do it because of his own pride.
If he tried to take revenge, if he used the tape or any of the other little bits of incriminating evidence he had, he'd be playing right into Byakuran's hands. Mukuro was sure of it. There was no other reason for Byakuran to do this. So he had to take it, the humiliation and the anger, and he had to pretend nothing was wrong.
He wished he'd poisoned Byakuran's tea.
He wished he'd killed Byakuran while the man was sitting smugly across from him, secure in his power.
And he wished he hadn't sent Leonardo Lippi to Byakuran, to his death.
It might have been easier if it hadn't been him. Mukuro had no family, and did not consider the men and women in this place to be surrogate family - he was their boss, they were his employees, nothing more. He had the responsibility to look out for them, but he also had the responsibility to get rid of them if they became a threat or a liability to the establishment itself. It didn't happen often, but when it did, Mukuro took care of it. He couldn't allow them to be 'family'.
But Mukuro hadn't always been who he was now, and back then, when he'd lived on the streets before coming to the brothel called 'Tsukimi' (where he quickly made his way to the top), he'd picked up a few strays.
Ken and Chikusa had been with him the longest, since they were all little brats stealing and begging, and Mukuro had just been the smartest and most vicious. He'd earned their loyalty, turned the tables on some of the stronger and older boys who saw them as prey, and they'd followed him ever since.
Chrome had come later, when Mukuro had seen some echo of himself in the abandoned little sick girl. Leonardo had been the last, Mukuro had only taken him in a year or so before coming to the brothel, so they were never as close - but he had been loyal. When Mukuro left them, with the promise to return in a year and give them better lives, Leonardo had waited patiently with the other three (who would have followed Mukuro to hell and back by then).
And Mukuro had kept his promise, returning ten months late as the new owner of Tsukimi. He'd given them jobs and a home, and Leonardo had been the only one who'd chosen to work as a whore rather than in a more administrative position.
Mukuro had never had the same connection with Leonardo that he had with the others, but they'd had a shared past. Now and then he'd helped Chrome, which was why he'd gone to Byakuran's this time. He had brought Mukuro dinner after Byakuran's visit, when Mukuro was too bruised and achy to get out of bed, and Mukuro had asked him to find a volunteer for the job. Leo had offered to do it himself, saying that he could handle it and he might learn something useful.
That wasn't why he had been killed. Byakuran had always been well aware that any of Mukuro's employees he allowed close to him would be direct lines of information to Mukuro. He'd never cared. Byakuran had done this to make Mukuro angry, make him slip up.
He was angry. He was furious. Leonardo's death did not hang on his conscience the way it might for some people - he regretting sending him there, but Mukuro wasn't that kind of person. He knew the blame fell entirely on Byakuran. But he was furious that he couldn't get revenge, that he couldn't make Byakuran pay for this death. Revenge for one life was not worth sacrificing everything he'd worked for.
Most of all, he was furious that Byakuran had put him in this position.
Practically shaking with fury, Mukuro left the tatami room - his 'receiving room' - and retreated to his real, private set of rooms. Picking up the phone, he told Chikusa he wouldn't be accepting any visitors until further notice. He knew that Chikusa would take that, and the anger in his voice, as a sign that Mukuro was to be left alone - by everybody.
Those orders stood for three days.
There were no special guests or crises that demanded Mukuro's attention, and there was also nothing to take out his anger on. He'd calmed since his initial burst of anger, but he was still in no mood to focus on the day-to-day operations of the brothel. Chrome could handle it alone for a few days, anyway.
Instead, Mukuro had gone through all his files and resources, picking out every tiny thing he had on Byakuran. Most of it was useless, but besides the tape (which he couldn't use without screwing himself over completely) there were a few things that could cause him some trouble. Mukuro just wasn't sure if it would tip the scales too much, overplay his hand in just the way Byakuran wanted. He spent those days plotting and planning, then discarding those plans when they proved unwise. Nothing worked - deep inside, Mukuro knew he had to wait, that there was no way to safely get revenge right now, but he didn't want to admit it.
On the evening of the third day, Chikusa called Mukuro's rooms.
"Sorry, boss. I know you said no visitors, but..." Chikusa sighed the sigh of the put-upon, "your police boy is here and he won't go away." There was a pause. "He's being unpleasant. I'll tell him to get lost again, now that he's seen that you really don't want to see anyone." Chikusa's words were ever so slightly barbed, and Mukuro presumed that Hibari was standing by the desk, listening to him.
"Do that," Mukuro said. He started to hang up the phone, the paused. "No, wait. Send him up."
Chikusa was silent for a moment, which was the most surprised reaction Mukuro could expect from him. Then he said "All right," and hung up the phone.
It only took a few minutes before Hibari pushed open the door to Mukuro's rooms, and by then Mukuro was waiting for him in the tatami room. He smiled when he saw Hibari, though Hibari was scowling as usual. "I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away."
For a moment, it had looked like Hibari was about to say something, but Mukuro's words had cut him off. He looked angry, but he didn't step towards Mukuro. "As if I would want to see you," Hibari said. "You pathetic herbivore."
This was exactly what Mukuro wanted, and he was the one to close the distance between them, step close and whisper in Hibari's ear - "Then why did you come?" He slid his hand down Hibari's shirt, slowly, until Hibari grabbed his wrist and stopped Mukuro inches from his waistband. Mukuro kept talking anyway, and Hibari's grip grew tighter and tighter. "You have no other reason to want to see me personally. You came with some rather adult things in mind, didn't you, Kyoya? Not that I mind... just lay back and let me take care of you."
"No," Hibari said, but he didn't push Mukuro away - instead, Hibari pulled him closer and kissed him. It wasn't a teasing kiss like Mukuro's usually were. It was harsh, almost painful, close to overwhelming even for a man like Mukuro. He could feel the passion and anger bubbling to the surface.
It was perfect.
Mukuro laughed, low, against Hibari's lips. In return he received a sharp bite on his lower lip and Hibari's tongue thrust into his mouth. Twisting his wrist, Mukuro loosened himself from Hibari's grip without breaking their kiss, easily unbuttoning Hibari's pants.
Hibari barely seemed to notice, pushing at Mukuro's kimono to bare his shoulders. Then he was pressing rough kisses down Mukuro's neck, fingers fumbling at his obi.
Neither of them wasted any time, and there was little gentleness in this. Hibari's passion was fueled by anger, or at least irritation, and Mukuro - Mukuro wanted it rough enough to make him forget all the things weighing him down. He wanted pain and pleasure intense enough to pierce through the fog surrounding him.
Hibari was giving him exactly what he needed.
Without hesitation, Mukuro wrapped his hand around Hibari's cock, stroking at a fast pace. Hibari growled and bit his shoulder hard enough to make Mukuro cry out in something like pain. Then Hibari pushed them both down, splaying Mukuro across the tatami and kissing him again, shoving the folds of the kimono out of the way so he could touch Mukuro's thigh, palm his cock, make him gasp.
"Aren't you pushy..." Mukuro managed to get out through his gasps, letting go of Hibari to push his shirt off, running slim fingers across that surprisingly well-toned chest.
"I'm not going to bend over for you," Hibari growled, moving his hand roughly and making Mukuro moan.
"That's good," Mukuro said, managing to smirk somehow. "Because I'm changed my mind. I want you to fuck me. Hard."
There was a spark of lust in Hibari's eyes when he heard those words. Mukuro kissed him again, hard, tasting blood from his bitten lip and not caring at all. This wasn't a game like the ones Byakuran was fond of, pain because he enjoyed inflicting it, this was something else - pleasure and passion, dominance and lust, emotions too tangled up finally being released. It didn't feel like a game at all. It felt like real desire.
Hibari pressed Mukuro against the tatami, spreading his legs with one hand. He was not gentle in preparing Mukuro, though he accepted the lube Mukuro had hidden in one sleeve. Still, his fingers inside Mukuro were quick and rough enough that Mukuro slid one hand down his body to touch himself, a lazy movement that counteracted Hibari's urgency.
For a brief moment, Hibari watched Mukuro touch himself, breath coming fast. Then he moved his hand, brushing the place inside Mukuro that made him arch his back and stifle a cry of pleasure. Reaching out, Mukuro tangled his fingers in Hibari's short hair and pulled him closer, wrapping one long leg around Hibari's waist.
Hibari kissed Mukuro hard one more time as he removed his fingers, and then Hibari entered him in one strong thrust. Unable to hold back a moan, Mukuro let his hand slip to Hibari's shoulder, holding on to him.
"More," Mukuro gasped out, fingers digging in.
"Shut up," was Hibari's curt response, but his breathing was labored. He started to move, slow at first but building up until it was fast and rough and perfect, their bodies moving together in an intense rhythm that chased every other thought out of Mukuro's head - the only things left were their moans, his pleasure, the feeling of Hibari's cock moving inside him.
It felt like forever - but not quite long enough - before Hibari tensed, hands tightening on Mukuro's hips. He moaned as he came, eyes still on Mukuro, hungry in a way that Mukuro should be used to. But there was something about it that was too much, more than he'd expected, and it sent him over the edge as well.
His orgasm was intense and amazing and exactly what he needed, even if it couldn't entirely chase away the memory of how Hibari had looked at him.
Afterwards, Hibari's weight settled on him as they both rested, spent, breathing hard. Mukuro was still holding on to the other man. He didn't want to move at all, he felt so limp and relaxed.
He also felt oddly grateful, which was not an emotion Mukuro was used to feeling after sex. But Hibari Kyoya had unknowingly given him just what he needed to break himself out of the frustrated, angry rut Byakuran had put him in. Release, pure and simple, with no strings attached - Mukuro could not help being grateful.
Plus the sex had been incredible.
After some time, Hibari moved, pulling out of Mukuro and rolling off him. He sat up partway, looking like he didn't know what he should do now. Leave? Stay? He said nothing.
Mukuro was tempted to let Hibari decide on his own - the ensuing awkwardness would no doubt be entertaining. But there was that lingering gratefulness, as well as the strange affection he had for this man.
He sat up as well, and pulled Hibari close again for a long kiss, much gentler than the ones they'd shared earlier. When they separated, Mukuro smiled at him. "It's late. Why don't you stay tonight?"
For a moment Hibari looked at him as if he were insane. Then he shrugged and looked away, almost embarrassed. "All right."
Mukuro didn't think about what he was doing, how he never let clients stay the night - or why Hibari might be special. He would do what he wanted for this one night, and deal with whatever the consequences might be.
One night for himself was more than he'd had in a long time.
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Date: 2009-03-15 04:00 pm (UTC)i love this series and this installment is HOT like poblano/serrano pepper hot :[ i tried to ignore the first part but even that was hot. what is up with hot?! i thought it was cold in japan?! XD
thank you. i love you!
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Date: 2009-03-16 09:18 am (UTC)I love you too. :) You are very welcome.
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Date: 2009-03-18 11:38 am (UTC)*wants more kimono fic* x.x!
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Date: 2009-03-17 10:09 am (UTC)YOU UPDATED. I LOVE YOU. XD. <3.
And...
YOU KILLED LEONARDO???? TAT!!
....the smut between Hibari and Mukuro made up for it though.
"I've changed my mind. I want you to fuck me. Hard."
Shit. Awesome lines~~~<3
And I adore your portrayal of Byakuran~~~<3 Meh wanna see more of him! And Tsuna! And Hibari and Mukuro's past because it seems like they have one! I find it wrong and disturbing and yet oh so great of you that this story is continuing in my head even though you left it there.............with Hibari finding out about Mukuro and Byakuran's trysts. It seems...natural in the story flow. Oh well. I SHALL COMMENCE STALKING YOUR LJ. BEWARE.
Still love you~~<3 I adore the ending. It was so sweet it almost made me run like hell in fear. XD. ^^!
HOT UPDATE. MEH WANT MORE>
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Date: 2009-03-20 10:33 am (UTC)I'm so happy people liked the smut. XD It gave me so much trouble when I was writing it! We'll see what happens with Byakuran and Hibari and Mukuro, I've only got two parts left so I better make them good. >.>;; *pressure!*
FEEL FREE TO LJ-STALK ME. I LOVE IT. :D
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Date: 2009-04-06 06:05 pm (UTC)You are awesome!
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Date: 2009-04-15 08:15 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2009-04-15 09:44 am (UTC)Mind if I friend you? I'd love to know when you update~♥
And also, it's great you write 1869! I love 6918 just as much, but the lack of 1869 was sad.
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