Hibari scowled as he read the sign in the window. WE MIGHT HAVE WHAT YOU NEED. He doubted it, but as part of his duty to bite to death those destroying the peace, he needed to know what sort of people there were here.
The masked host who led him to an unmarked door was annoying, but respectful enough that Hibari didn't have an excuse to bite him to death. Scowling, the prefect opened the door, wondering what would be on the other side.
The herbivore inside the room jumped and squeaked when he saw Hibari. "A-are you my second visitor, Visitor-san?"
Hibari raised an eyebrow. Second visitor?
The herbivore blinked up at him innocently when he didn't bother to answer. "Visitor-san? Do you want anything from me?"
"Hn." Hibari stepped into the room, watching the herbivore for his reaction. "What do you mean second visitor? Has someone else been here today?"
The herbivore shook his head quickly. "No, I've only had one other visitor at all, Visitor-san! He comes after school, so I thought maybe - not that I'm not happy to see you!"
"Stop babbling." Hibari was a little surprised to hear that the herbivore had only one customer, given how pretty he was, but he wasn't planning to be the second. He had no interest in weaklings.
Turning back to the door, he was surprised by a hand catching his arm. Turning slowly, he saw the herbivore's fear at the look on his face, heard his quiet shriek of terror.
But he didn't feel the herbivore let go. Instead, the herbivore had the nerve to say to him, "I'm here for anything you want."
"And if I want to fight?"
The herbivore flinched, but still - still - didn't let go. "I-I'm not very good at fighting. I think. B-but I'll try if you want me to!" he added when Hibari tried to leave again.
Herbivores didn't act like this. Herbivores backed down to carnivores.
This herbivore might be interesting.
Hibari decided to give him one chance. "A spar. The winner bends the loser over."
"Bends the loser over?" The herbivore's pretense at bewilderment was sickening - until Hibari had a closer look at his eyes and realised that he was seeing genuine innocence.
"Your visitor doesn't penetrate you?"
"Oh!" The herbivore finally realised what Hibari meant, but he wasn't scared, Hibari noted. "Uhm, no, it's - neither of us really know much about that, and -" He was blushing, studying the floor as if it had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the room.
"I'll teach you," Hibari promised with a dark smile. It wouldn't be difficult. Stretch the muscles and use plenty of lubrication - what else was there to know about it?
The herbivore looked intrigued by the offer.
"Fight me," Hibari told him, and the herbivore finally let go of his arm.
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Hibari considered the herbivore through slitted eyes. The boy was panting, bruises over his arms and torso, but the fight had ended up becoming more of a training session.
Hibari scowled, the adrenaline burning under his skin without his usual release. He had found himself pulling his strikes, slowing his movements, and the frustration was eating him alive.
His eyes turned to the nearby table, and the innocuous bottle on it, and he smirked. "Herbivore!"
"H-hai?" the herbivore panted, trying to straighten up. Hibari saw with a mixture of irritation and respect that there was far less fear in his eyes than there should have been after a round with the Demon Prefect.
"Now I bend you over."
The herbivore turned bright red, looking unhappy. Hibari paused. He didn't want to force the herbivore into anything...
"What's wrong?"
"I'll try to be a better fight next time, Visitor-san!" the herbivore promised him, adding softly, "I'm sorry I was a disappointment."
Hibari grunted. "It's fine."
"Really?"
Hibari grunted again, stalking over to swipe the bottle of lubricant. "I don't lie."
The herbivore gave him a shockingly luminous smile, his sadness turning to anticipation.
...The herbivore mewled and wriggled quite enticingly, Hibari decided.
...It was surprisingly difficult to control himself with the boy's legs wrapped around his waist and the boy's cries spurring him on.
..."What's your name, herbivore?" he demanded, only half-aware of his own words.
Brown eyes locked on Hibari as if he was the only thing in the boy's world. "Sky - I'm - SKY!"
...Hibari forced himself upright. The herbivore, Sky, blinked at him sleepily. "You don't have to go yet, Visitor-san. No one will know if you doze here."
Hibari considered the offer. "Maybe another time."
"'Kay. Bye, Visitor-san."
Hibari tried to convince himself that the herbivore had not sounded lonely as he made his way back to his house.
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Takeshi was worried when he found Sky covered in bruises. "Someone been hurting you?"
To his surprise, Sky smiled. "They're from my second visitor, Visitor-san. He wanted to spar." A worried look crossed Sky's face. "I don't think I was very good at it, though - he ended up teaching me more than fighting with me. But," his face brightened again, "he knows about - uhm - penetration, and he taught me that, too!"
"Did he?" Takeshi tried to grin, but Sky saw through it as easily as ever.
"...You don't like me learning that?"
Takeshi froze, unsure what to say. Sky was a prostitute, after all - he couldn't afford to turn down a customer, even if he wanted to, so him liking his second customer was a good thing... right?
The door opened, making them both turn and stare in surprise. The masked host stood in the doorway, looking at Takeshi.
"Do speak with me if you have any questions," he said with the faintest emphasis on 'me'. For once, Takeshi got a hint, and followed him out with just a quick smile at Sky.
"What's going on?" he asked as soon as the door closed behind them both.
The masked host held his head straight. "You needn't be so worried. What you are to the Sky, no other could replace." He shook his head mockingly. "But don't you see that that cuts both ways? What this second gives him, you cannot offer."
"And what's that?" Takeshi asked, voice sharp.
"Training in how to fight, to defend himself. Blunt truth. Thick-skinned practicality. You are cheerful friendship, an assurance of someone by his side and help along the path. His second is danger that will harness itself for his sake." The mask tilted to the side. "Besides, you haven't considered that the second has different needs than your own. Different, and yet the same..."
"What do you mean?" Takeshi asked, not sure if he should feel guilty about being so happy to hear that Sky needed him.
"You both need to be accepted for what you are. And what you are, are different things." The host flicked a hand dismissively and turned away, leaving Takeshi to ponder his enigmatic statement.
'We're both different, but Sky needs both of us. And we both need him.' He sighed, scratching his head. 'I guess I can live with that. Just as long as this second visitor doesn't try and say Sky should stop seeing me.'
