A/N: KHR does not belong to me. This story also starts out with smut so please, if you don't like it don't read it. Feedback and critique are welcomed with open arms. Enjoy~

"Doesn't the demon call you to the Reception Room too much? You're gonna fail at this rate."

Daichi expressed his concern for his best friend who was currently finishing his English homework. The young male who was addressed looked up after a minute and replied,

"Ah? Well it's okay I don't mind and I've been studying at home a lot more since then."

"What the hell does he do with you in there anyway?" Daichi asked, his curiosity got the best of him.

"Hm? Ah we just talk and he'll just nap."

"What?! HE CALLS YOU IN THERE JUST FOR THAT?!"

The level of Daichi's voice made everyone freeze. A few heads turned in disapproval and some in curiosity.

"Errr pretty much yea...," Jirou mumbled, of course he didn't include the hot makeout sessions because if he did, Daichi might actually flip the table and scream.

"You know if he's harassing you, you could complain to the teachers," Daichi told him before letting out a sigh.

"It's nothing like that!" Jirou exclaimed quickly.

Not that he'd mind if Hibari did harass him at times with smacks on the butt or touching inappropriate places.

"Heh... don't tell me you actually like the harassment? You masochistic bastard," the boy teased while grinning cheekily.

"Shut up! I told you it's not like that!"

Jirou twitched with annoyance, his face turning into a darker shade of red.

"Suzuki Jirou, please report to the Reception Room immediately," the announcement rang out from the speakers.

"Speak of the devil, it's time for your harassment Mr Masochist~"

Daichi teased the boy

"Shut it!" Jirou snapped.

"Senpai! You have to stop calling me to the Reception Room whenever you feel like it! People are beginning to notice."

The dark haired skylark looked at his fuming boyfriend in amusement; he was always cuter when his face was all red in anger or embarrassment. He didn't really care which; he just found the shade extremely attractive on the younger boy.

"So?" he had asked, impassive to his lover's feelings as he got up from his seat and walk towards him.

"People will start talking and-"

Jirou swallowed his words as Hibari cornered him against door, hard wood pressing into his back uncomfortably.

His calloused fingers faintly traced the boy's jaw before guiding his head to tilt up to look into dilated crimson orbs.

"I don't care."

Those were his words of wisdom before he leaned down to press his lips against Jirou's.

"Mmhmm...You can't keep doing this," Jirou groaned as Hibari pulled away only to bite his bottom lip while his hand groped his rump.

"Kyoya-senpai... please...," he begged in hopes that the Carnivore will not indulge in his sadistic fantasies.

Experienced hands had quickly unbuttoned his white school shirt, leaving his chest was exposed and nipples right for the picking. His nipples grew hard and red under the torture that the prefect had placed on them, slim digits pinching and rubbing them to the point of delightful pain

"Say my name."

Hibari like the way it sounded from the younger boy and he wasn't disappointed when his little lover cried out a "Kyoya- ahn". He smirked and swallowed the moan with an agressive kiss, his tongue slipping into the warm carven. Jirou whimpered at the rubbing against his crotch, his semi-erection had become a full hard on with Hibari's squeezing and crass caresses. When they had parted lips, Jirou nearly yelped due to Hibari. The older male had begun unbuttoning his trousers.

"S-senpai! We can't do it now! Senpai!"

Jirou's protests were ignored as Hibari continued stripping him from his pants, his lips busy with biting the boy's neck extracting a rather satisfactory moan of gratitude from the boy.

The knock on the door stopped Hibari from pulling the boy's boxers down.

"Stop now senpai," Jirou breathed out softly in relieve.

Hibari smirked already formulating an devious plan in his mind, with quick hands he tied the albino's hands behind his back with the tie that he had removed earlier.

"Senpai!"

"Shut up. Don't make any sounds or I'll bite you to death."

Hibari pulled the nearly naked boy to the large office chair, kicking his clothes into a dark corner of the office. Jirou held his breath, taking Hibari's threat into heart. One thing he had learned from being with Hibari was that his words were to be taken seriously.

"Come in."

Hibari sat down, pulling his lover in between his legs. Jirou didn't dare let out a moan when he felt how hard Hibari was against him. Slowly the prefect pulled out his lover's cock and began massaging it softly.

Kusakabe stared as his boss… or rather the back of the leather chair which his boss sat on and he couldn't help but to wonder why but maybe he was feeling tired or lazy and taking a rest from his paperwork. Ignoring it he began his daily report.

Hibari smiled cruelly as he watched the younger boy hold back his moans as he lightly pressed his thumb against the head of his penis, teasing it by spreading the precum about. Jirou glared at him as he bit back his moans, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He continued with his ministrations, lightly rubbing the boy's hard cock as he listened to Kusakabe's daily report. Soon his rough hand began stroking the length at a painfully slow pace.

"Leave and lock the door behind you," Hibari instructed when Kusakabe had finished his report.

With a silent nod, Kusakabe made his way out feeling as if he had missed something...

"You may speak."

Hibari pulled his hand away from the penis only to spit into his palm before returning to it's original stroking position. With the warm saliva acting as a lubricant, he began rubbing Jirou at a faster pace causing the male above him to cry in bliss.

"Kyoya-senpai," he moaned as Hibari bit the nape of his neck "I can't hold it in anymore Kyoya-sen- AHnh!" he cut off his begging when Hibari had pressed his thumb on to the slit and rubbed it slowly. Jirou had fell forward, his hand gripping onto the ledge of the window like it was a lifeline. He could barely let out a moan, his lips wide open and his breath was hitched in his throat.

Hibari chuckled, enjoying his reaction immensely. If he could, Hibari would have his lover crying his name out all day. His hand was wet with a mixture of his saliva and precum that leaked from Jirou's erection, he continued rubbing the slick rod, making sure that his herbivore cried out his name more.

It was an erotic sight, his pet withering against his hand, lips swollen from the cruelty he had placed upon them and parted with breathy moans, his flushed face from the pleasure and pain, crimson eyes dilated and glazed with thoughts of him and only him.

"I-I'm going to come AH! Kyoya-senpai! I'm coming!"

The younger boy cried out as the thick semen sprayed out on to the cement floor, some on to the ledge in front.

"On the table," Hibari ordered as he turned around and pushed the boy on to his hard wood table.

Jirou made no protest as he heard the prefect undo his own belt and pulled out lube from one of his drawers on the table. The cold gel against his hole made him squirm but the digit that pushed in there made it even worse, he could feel the blood rising to his cheeks again as his panting became heavier. Jirou couldn't think properly, not when Hibari had pushed himself in. Hibari grunted as he pounded into him. It was sinfully good, he was tight, soft and warm. He lost himself in the daze and hunger of his lust, pounding fervently into Jirou's ass.

"Harder," the younger boy cried out and Hibari pushed into him once more, this time with more force and speed.

After making sure that he was satisfied and had filled his lover to the brim with his semen, he cleaned up leaving the younger boy lying on his table to regain his energy. Jirou got up, legs a little bit shaky but otherwise he was okay. It was silent in the room but it was a comfortable one. Picking up the box of tissues on the table he began wiping himself clean as well as the mess he made earlier on.

Hibari watched as Jirou cleaned the floor, he liked this view, his little herbivore on all fours, thick cum slowly dripping out of his asshole.

"Senpai, could you stop coming in me during school hours?" Jirou asked as he wiped himself once more when the semen began dripping out again.

"Hn," Hibari absentmindedly replied, still entertained at the paled boy who was on all fours in front of him.

"Are you listening? It's hard to concentrate in class when all I can feel is your come dripping out of me."

Jirou huffed as he grabbed his boxers and pulled them on along with his pants.

"Herbivore," Hibari called out to him, lying on the couch placed in the office

"I've got class senpai, our self-study period is over," Jirou informed him

"I'll bite-," before Hibari could finish his sentence the young boy had gone over and kissed him on the cheek

"I promise to be here exactly at 4pm sharp," the snow coloured haired boy smiled sweetly.

It was hard to resist such a cute smile. Hibari grunted and turned his back to the boy.

"I love you too Kyoya-senpai," Jirou chuckled before unlocking the doors to the office and making his way back to class.