Desire
He could feel a distinctive hot breath on the nape of his neck. Back plastered to a rough wall, he was encircled in the tight uncomfortable embrace of a familiar but unwelcoming presence around his slender frame, locking any means of escape in a vise grip of sorts. An unfathomable churning was present in his stomach like a bottomless pit as his heart pounded loudly.
This feeling was not fleeting, but rather one that is prone to capture his mind and soul, engulf and ravage him, robbing him of his calm façade and thin strand of sanity before turning him into a trembling, stuttering mess of goo. Despite his hatred at himself for succumbing to this weakness, Hibari cannot deny his addiction for this sensation as it burns in him, like a miniature flame going out of control and escalating into a sea of scorching fiery, before finally snaking its way through his entirety, enveloping him, setting him ablaze and throwing any rational thoughts out of the window. He can barely see the faint outline of his silhouette in the dark through heavily lidded eyes. Dull blue orbs that had lost its formal glint stared at the figure before him, tinted with lust, burning in desire.
I want you.
The man gave a deep throaty chuckle as his fingers danced gracefully on his prey's previously porcelain like cheek, now heavily bruised and turning an ugly shade of blue and purple in a seemingly gentle caress. He ran his finger through his dried-blood matted tresses, once beautiful and soft. Trembling from the simple gesture of false affection, Hibari could feel his knees giving way, limp body being pulled by gravity, as the arms around him became his only lifeline that prevented him from falling.
Then, gradually, the man before him faded away literally, gone with the wind, resembling the mist. Baffled, he raised a slowly touched a pale hand to his cheek. That had unmistakably happened. Fist clenched, he uncharacteristically let loose a string of colorful curses free. He had been toyed with mercilessly before being left alone in solitude, yet he could feel a piece of his once frozen heart shatter along with his disappearance, signifying a horrifying attachment to the heterochromatic man.
Rokudo Mukuro.