Title: It All Started With Step Number One

Rating: M

Warnings: 6918, OOCness, Lemon, PWP

Note: Yes, I am having a bit too much free time at the moment, hahaha, no not really...I'm just procrastinating. T^T Please Enjoy! Ah also...this chapter is hinting at 'rape'.

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyoshi Hitman Reborn!

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Step One: Hibari never anticipated that he'd lose more than just a fight, not that he intended to lose the fight in the first place.

Hibari truly did no expect to lose so much in the first place; in fact, he expected to leave the old abandoned building satisfied with his win. Truly, he had not imagined he'd find himself lying on the cold floor of the dirt covered building with his smiling opponent on top of him and his hands roaming in places in which the head of the Disciplinary Committee could not believe his opponent was actually touching.

It started with the perverse provocation, verbally and physically from the illusionist. A slight touch here and there occasionally, with the daring whispers into the ear, Mukuro was clearly interested and Hibari was clearly not. It was when the sakura flowers appeared that Hibari first felt a ditch in his stomach, which was easily dug deeper when the rather excited predator climbed over his prey, grinning widely, as if he had just won the lottery. Feeling weak all over, Hibari could do nothing but watch as Mukuro came in closer, finally closing off the proximity.

A smooth tongue rolled across the soft lips of the prey before it was slowly probed open. Hopelessness washed into the second ditch in Hibari's stomach for he couldn't even muster the energy to bite Mukuro to death when the velvety tongue invaded his mouth, skilfully tasting the boy who was pinned onto the hard floor. The only thing he could do was lie there and let himself savour the feeling of being kissed.

Suddenly realising that his first kiss was being stolen from him from someone who was not quite exactly playing dirty to pin him down or someone who was disrupting the peace of Namimori but from someone who had cunningly lured him and then magnificently used his weakness against him, the boy that was above him, Hibari's feelings had turned into anguish.

Though it wasn't long before his anguish turned into surprise as two hands had slipped under the Namimori uniform, both hands flittering over the owner's chest before settling with toying with the nipples as Mukuro slowly disconnected the kiss, just in time to notice the rise of a blush on the boy he had just kissed. Dipping his head down, Mukuro licked the blood off from Hibari's right cheek before slowly pinching both of the latter's nipples, earning a quiet squeak.

Smirking, Mukuro unbuttoned the buttons of the white shirt, gaining easier access to taste the black-haired boy. Whilst silently sucking on one of the nipples before leaving a trail of dark hickeys on his collar bone, Mukuro reached a hand down to unzip the shorter boy's pants, his intention focused on the male organ, Hibari's shaft.

It did not surprise Mukuro as he looked into the other's eyes to find the grey-blue eyes glaring at him, warning him. If Hibari's movements were not restricted by the Sakura-kura disease, Mukuro was sure he would've been well bitten to death by now.

"Kufufu" chuckled Mukuro lightly as he slowly wrapped his gloved fingers around the much warmer shaft. Hibari hissed at the touch, scrunching his eyes as he attempted to look away. However, Mukuro's other hand held Hibari's chin tightly, Mukuro's soft breath dancing like Sakura petals on Hibari's own pair of soft lips.

Letting go of Hibari's chin, Mukuro skilfully pulled off the glove from his hand with his teeth before gently pressing his unlubricated finger into Hibari's hole. Hibari gasped as the gloved hand simultaneously moved, twisting around his erection, the breaking of skin forced Hibari to yelp as the finger moved swiftly before another was hastily added, following suit.

Mukuro realised as he watched Hibari's face twitch that he indeed quite enjoy the helpless situation the other boy was in. Mukuro smiled gleefully as he added another, stretching, trying to relax the muscles.

Hibari could not speak, he was panting as Mukuro entered him roughly, he could not say no, he did not have a voice, his lips were covered with another's lips. Tears were squeezed out of Hibari's eyes as he was reminded of what situation he was in as Mukuro teased him as his gloved hand fingered playfully with his weeping member.

Mukuro, inside Hibari, was kind enough to wait a while for the virgin-no-more to adjust to the unfamiliar warmth. Using his time wisely, Mukuro took off his other glove and wrapped his ice cold fingers around Hibari's shaft, pumping as he thrusted a little, still wary that the other had not adjusted, however, it was when Mukuro felt the relaxation of the constricted muscles around his member that Mukuro leaned away from Hibari a little, the muscles still tightly clamped around him, Mukuro shifted a little, and Hibari cried out a little, whimpering. The distressed tears clearly showing how much Hibari did not want this.

Caressing Hibari's hips, Mukuro moved slowly, he could feel the skin ripping inside of the boy beneath him, he could taste the salt in the tears of the immobile boy.

Hibari despised himself, why could he not bite back when the intruding tongue penetrated him as easily as how the illusionist penetrated him, forcefully taking his virginity. The illusionist was possessing him. Hibari could feel the pleasure overwhelming him, the warmth that kept moving in and out of him, sometimes teasing him, the soft caresses, and lust filled kisses and the gentle love-bites. He was to an extent, enjoying all the blood. Yet he still did not want this.

Cursing his immobile body, the disease that caused all this, Hibari could do nothing but moan deeply at the new pleasure as he was sky rocketed into a new dimension. He was seeing stars as he came. However, as quickly as the new sensation came, he was brought back to Earth, to accept the fact that the warmth of the liquid pouring inside him brought him much greater pleasure, and this was let known to Mukuro through Hibari's erotic moan of equal satisfaction when Mukuro finally released.

Slipping out easily, Mukuro laid sprawled across Hibari, their sweat inter joining, their breathing synchronized, the trail of tears still visible on Hibari's once perfect face.

"One more round, Kyoya-kun, I'm still hard from that last moan of yours" whispered Mukuro into Hibari's ear as he pinched Hibari's right nipple, his other hand already pumping Hibari's member, alerting it.

Hibari could say nothing, he was worn out, tired, and the sakura petals that were gently floating down did him no good. His face was dry from the lack of tears, but yet, his gritted teeth showed how upset he was, how much he did not want the other boy to move inside of him. And the tears started to silently roll down again.

He really hadn't expected to lose anything at all, and now, it seemed like he had lost everything.