Baby, seasons change, but people don't.
That's what he had heard last from the Bronco. It figured that such a herbivore would say something utterly stupid like that. Lover or not, Dino Cavallone wasn't everything that he wanted.
And it was turning out that he never would be.
Hibari Kyouya was someone who couldn't be tamed. Ever. The only person who seemed to understand this, and take advantage of it was none other than Rokudo Mukuro.
He'd run out at night. Slip out from the blond's bed when he was exhausted from the day's work, or anything else that he might have been doing. He took advantage of it. He thought of it like being freed from his cage and set free, only for a few hours every night to meet up with the one who could satisfy him the most.
Mukuro would wait, he would wait endlessly for Hibari to show up in the same place, at the same time just about every night.
"Where the cherry blossoms bloom, and not a moment too late." Was what they always said at the last encounter they had. It was cryptic, but they both knew exactley what the other said.
The exchanges had just started out as small things at firs, getting progressively more heated as they kept meeting in secret. Hibari never once thought that he was going to be hurting his lover in any way. He just was never satisfied enough. He always ended up in the same place every morning. With strong arms draped over him in a protective way.
He thought, Dino never would find out what happened.
He was wrong.
Nights passed, secret meetings continued. Hibari and Mukuro, always together, but seperated. One day he'd come clean about the sin that he commited. About the heated exchanges, the mysterious marks that appeared on his body the next morning. Most people just assumed it was Dino's doing. Seeing as just about everyone knew about them, about how intimate that they were.
But they only saw the surface. They didn't actually know what was going on.
Hibari Kyouya was unclaimed territory, and he always would be.