The Ring Conflict began the entire thing. If it weren't for Sawada and his idiot band of herbivores fucking up his school, the entire thing would never have happened. Hibari Kyoya would never have met a one Superbi Squalo.
It was a fight that had been waiting for years. Ever since the very moment Hibari had laid eyes on the loud, long haired swordsman, he had felt a strong desire to fight the man. It was more than the anger over finding his school in pieces, more than the annoyance sparked by the sound of that man's obnoxious voice. There was just something about that swordsman, the look in his eye and the complete self-confidence, that made Hibari's blood rush and his desire to bite surge. Because somehow he had just known that this man was no herbivore.
A few years after the meeting and the baseball idiot's interference, Hibari again found himself face to face with the Varia swordsman. This time it was in Italy, more specifically in a wooded clearing near Varia's main headquarters, and this time there was no Yamamoto or Reborn to interfere.
The fight went on for what seemed like hours. Neither combatant was able to gain the upper hand long enough to become victorious. Hibari had grown stronger, known now as the strongest Guardian, but Squalo too had only improved his already fearsome skills.
Neither was quite sure how it happened. One moment Hibari's tonfas were up keeping Squalo's sword from severing his neck, the younger man's back pressed up against one of the many trees enclosing the wide clearing, then suddenly both weapons were on the ground. Squalo's sword hung from his arm that was limply just resting at his side.
The fight still continued, but now tongues and teeth were the weapons and the battle for victory turned into a struggle for dominance. The hand s the moments ago wielded deadly weapons with the intent to kill now fumbled with buttons and zippers. They paused briefly so Squalo could quickly remove his sword and let it drop to the side.
After that it was all sweaty bodies and panting breaths. Hibari's back moved against the sparse grass and knobby roots beneath the tree he had previously been pinned to. His legs were hooked over the pale shoulders of the Varia swordsman. Squalo's grip bruised his skin as their hips snapped harshly against each other.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't sentimental. They were just two carnivores rutting on the forest floor. Hibari came first, his strangled cry swallowed by a kiss that involved way too much bite to really be called one. Squalo followed soon after and as loud as the swordsman was ordinarily, at that moment he was silent.
There was a smirk on Squalo's face as he pulled out and went for his clothes after their breathing had evened out. Hibari's eyes narrowed into his usual haughty glare. Clothes were put back on and Squalo had to dodge a tonfa while rushing to ready his sword for round two.