beautiful (adelheid/hibari)
Adelheid likes hurting beautiful things, and Hibari Kyoya, she decides, is beautiful. He's a full head shorter than her and has deceitfully delicate features; raven-haired, with a mouth full of sharp words and sharp teeth. Everything about him is wild: wild hair, wild eyes, wild heart. He is raw power and all bite, untamable and above everything and everyone else. This boy, this feral little animal doesn't back down, matching Adelheid step for step, blow for blow, and it excites her like nothing else. She lashes out with a steel fan and Hibari's sleeve tears just above his elbow, spraying hot red life, but he doesn't flinch and Adelheid smiles.
She decides then, as a tonfa cracks across her cheek, that she will hurt this fierce beauty.
...
"Hibari Kyoya."
Their glorious fight is over—a draw; they were interrupted by one very foolish Vongola Decimo and Hibari, the fickle little bird, had lost interest and flown away—and the bruise blooming just under her eye throbs. Adelheid takes four long strides and she is at his desk inside the reception room, glaring down with a cruel little smile. Hibari finishes the sentence he is writing and puts his pen down, clasping slender hands beneath his chin. He meets her gaze with an insolent smirk.
What do you want, herbivore? he demands, and Adelheid hangs onto his words, his low, dangerous purr, for a moment, savoring. He parts his pretty, poisonous lips again when she takes too long to reply, but before he can speak, she's reaching, clawing, gripping the front of his crisp white shirt and yanking him forward with all her strength. His legs hit the edge of the desk hard and he hisses, digging sharp little nails into her clenched hand. Adelheid claims his mouth, wild and angry and more teeth than lips. She shoves him against the wall and his eyes are wide and his lip is bleeding. He's confused and utterly furious, thrashing against her, so Adelheid tangles her fingers into his hair and snaps his head back. When she bites down on his pale throat, he moans and she smiles.
Adelheid likes hurting beautiful things, and Hibari Kyoya is beautiful.
pitiful (adelheid/chrome)
Adelheid likes breaking pitiful things, and Chrome Dokuro is the very definition of pitiful. She's like a doll, thin and frail, with large eyes that look at Adelheid as if they belonged to frightened prey. That's what they are, really; Adelheid, the voracious predator with razor claws and Dokuro the quivering prey beneath them.
Chrome shivers, completely naked, as Adelheid's gloved hands slide down her neck, her chest, her small breasts. The older girl scoffs and cups them, squeezes them, pinches the flushed nipples until they're hard and Chrome is panting and red in the face. Adelheid can tell she's frightened, on the verge of tears, but she's not resisting, and it's utterly infuriating. Chrome's legs tremble as the girl above her grips her thighs hard enough to bruise and pushes them apart. The gloves come off and two icy fingers press at her soft pink folds. She's wet and Adelheid sneers.
Adelheid's head is between the skinny girl's legs now and Chrome mewls and writhes, digging weak little fingers into the sheets (Katou's sheets) as Adelheid's tongue flicks at her swollen clit. She cries out as the warm muscle dives into her, delving deeper and deeper, twisting and turning and curling and oh—
Her muscles contract as hot pleasure washes over her and she's sobbing quietly. Adelheid sits up and licks her lips. She tastes like fear and it's disgusting.
Chrome Dokuro is a pitiful little creature indeed.