A/N- Hello peeps, here again with a 6918. It's a bit depressing how few there are,so I decided to contribute! Anywho, this is part one in a drabble series I plan on doing for this pairing. Some will be song based and others not, so if there are any songs you'd like to suggest for a chapter that fits the couple, send me a pm and I'll do my best! Chapter one is based on the incredibly awesome and most Mukuro-esque song I've ever heard, Inside of You by Hoobastank. Enjoy and R/R please!
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It was almost perfect. The breeze was cool but not too strong, the sun warm but not blinding. There were no herbivores crowding around and disturbing the calm. The prefect sighed, his body stretching out on the roof of his precious school to prepare for a nap.
"Hibari! Hibari!"
The prefect cracked an eye at the sound of his name. A small ball of yellow flew to his lap, jumping around until settling on his chest. A flicker of a smile graced his lips. he enjoyed the tiny bird's company. The fleeting smile quickly turned into a dark frown as his mind wandered. His memory of their first meeting ran through his mind.
Rokudo Mukuro...
The name itself almost brought out a growl.
If there was one person whom he wanted to bite to death more than the Sawada-brat, it was the damn illusionist. That perpetually smirking bastard. He had been beaten and tossed aside, not even the man's real target, only bait for the other herbivores. His pride, and not to mention body, was still bruised. The puff ball on his chest cocked its head cutely, as if to ask why Hibari was suddenly angry. The prefect's eyes softened and closed as he pushed the memories away. His nap was overdue.
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"Kufufu"
A soft chuckle sounded as a blue haired teen materialized from a swirl of mist. His favorite pass time lately had been stalking the fiery cloud guardian. It was shocking to him how unaware the number one ranked fighter in Namimori was, especially to the environment around him. The constant spying, the occasional invisible caress or prank (his personal favorite being the theft of the Disciplinary Committee arm band, Hell really hath no fury like a pissed off Hibari Kyouya). It was astonishing. Mukuro looked at his target, noticing he had drifted off. The illusionist smirked.
Careful to avoid making a sound, the teen moved beside the sleeping prefect. He crouched, contemplating what to do when the possibilities were so limitless. The black haired student looked so defenseless, sprawled on the rooftop, arms crossed as a pillow under his head. It was hard to believe the person before him was able to fight and wound him with a body at its breaking point. The soft (when he was asleep at least) features, his small frame; it all belied the raw tempest-like force that could come barreling from it in a second.
Mukuro was brought out of his musings by a subtle shifting from his current plaything. A thin eyebrow arched in vague surprise. The smaller raven had twisted, exposing his pale neck and hitching up his immaculate dress shirt a bit over his flat stomach. The illusionist's eyes narrowed, his mouth suddenly dry. It was almost like the prefect was inviting him to touch. And the proposition certainly was tempting. The temper and ferocious attitude seemed to detract nothing of the wild, animalistic, and dare he say demonic beauty in Mukuro's eyes. He smirked. He may have to jump on this opportunity. Summoning a sea of cherry blossoms around them, he let a petal fall.
Cobalt blue eyes snapped open, Hibari sitting up with lightning speed, weapons at the ready.
The illusionist, still seated on his haunches, gave a jaunty wave with the tips of his fingers as the sakura wrapped around the drowsy but pissed skylark. The ever present tonfas clattered to the rooftop surface as the vines bound the slim wrists to Hibari's chest and his slender waist against a newly materialized wall. The little bird, knocked to the floor from the sudden movement, flew over to its captured owner worryingly before fluttering away as the full effect of the prefect's murderous aura was felt. Mukuro laughed his signature laugh as he strode up to his prize, his dark blue hair tousling in the wane breeze. Hibari began to growl.
"The helpless look suits you, my little skylark."
"Let me loose Rokudo, so I can bite you to death."
Mukuro sighed. Hibari's usual 'bite now, kill anyone who questions it later' method. He'd have to break him of that habit. Planting his hands on his hips, the Mist walked forward to stand in front of the captive Cloud. Boys really shouldn't be so pretty.
"I'm going to be blunt. I want inside of you."
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If the prefect had been expecting something, it was obvious the Kokyou student's declaration wasn't it. Baring his fangs, he glanced down cautiously (you never look away from an unpredictable snake in the grass) at his position against the wall. His eyes tore back up after realizing how suggestively he was bound.
Hands pinned to his torso, vines creeping across shoulders pressed against the wall that he was certain hadn't been there before. He noticed with a feeling of pure rage the branches tightening and lifting upward slightly, tugging the wrinkled button-up up to expose pale skin, the open air causing goose bumps to begin forming. His eyes locked onto the hungry mismatched stare riveted to his figure. The bastard was already gloating as if this was just another game he had already won.
Mukuro chuckled again, inciting the trapped Cloud to twitch with irritation. An unrestrained shiver (of anger, not anxiety) coursed through the prefect as the illusionist came closer, smoothly, a predatory gleam in the dual hued eyes. Hibari's struggle renewed as he lashed against the conjured bonds, twisting and turning, grunting at the effort as the vines and branches bruised his pale skin in ribbons as a few strands snapped. The Mist was not having any of that. Strengthening the illusion, he pressed himself against the skylark, careful to keep anything of importance out of biting range. The proximity itself worked far better than any binding in stilling the prefect's movements, the slightest hints of a blush gracing the normally pallid cheeks. Holding his chin gently but firmly (to prevent any biting) between his gloved fingers, Mukuro leaned down, his mouth against a barely visible ear.
"Let's play a game, Kyouya."
The warm breath elicited another shudder to rip through the shorter boy's figure as leather clad fingers slid up his shirt.
"It's your move."
A knee moved between Hibari's legs. A warning growl sounded.
"But I have to say"
Mukuro's head angled back to lock onto his cute Cloud's stunned eyes, noses barely an inch apart. Hibari's breathing hitched as he felt lips glide a hair's breathe away from his own.
"I never lose."