Author's note: and here's the last chapter! Ok, I managed to limit myself to 3 chapters – go me!
…it's pretty dirty so consider yourselves warned people! My only excuse is that when it comes to these two, I tend to get carried away ^_^
And, oh, I love you guys so much – this story is so cliché in so many ways, and yet you read it and give me these awesome reviews *wipes tear* … I am so blessed!

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Chapter 3
– it's all about revenge –

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While Dino was revealing the details of his failed attempts to bond with his student, said student was busy 'bonding' with Mukuro the only way he knew how.
They tumbled around on the floor like animals. Mukuro was bleeding from the mouth, because Hibari really did bite and he didn't discriminate, so that may not have been so surprising. What was perhaps a bit more surprising was that Kyouya's own lips were torn and bleeding too.

Because this was the difference between Dino and Mukuro.

Because Mukuro bit back…

We're always like this, aren't we, thought Hibari. And although 'bonding' may not be the exact right word to describe what they were doing, he had to admit that he had never before been in such an… intimate fight before. He wasn't even certain if it qualified more as fighting or just plain intimate anymore either, because in between each blow he took Mukuro was pressing him down into the floorboards or up against a wall kissing him roughly and for each blow he dealt he realized, somewhat vaguely, that he was returning the favor.

Mukuro's odd hair style was practically designed for grabbing, and grab he did, tangling his fingers in the blue-black silk and twisting hard, forcing Mukuro's head up and back, exposing the white neck. He pressed his lips against it, hard, closing his teeth around the skin, tight and smooth and pulsating, like a drum under his tongue. It was beating fast now, Mukuro was excited – a discovery that puzzled Hibari nearly as much as it fueled his desire to crush every bone in that long-limbed, slender body.

He was aware of hands groping at his thighs, hooking under his knees and lifting him up, up from the floor, so that they were hip to hip and yes, Hibari thought, Mukuro was most definitely excited. But so was he and he didn't stop sucking at Mukuro's neck, even as his back was slammed into the wall…

Which wasn't a wall, but a door!

They realized it just slightly too late as it swung open and they fell clumsily on top of each other onto the black and white checkered floor of a bathroom. The lights weren't on in here either, and so it was like tumbling in on a magnified, dark check board. Mukuro was on top, so it was Hibari who got the wind knocked out of him, but he noticed with a small surge of irritated satisfaction (yes – feelings didn't necessarily have to make very much sense when your name was Hibari Kyouya), that Mukuro had actually caught his head with his hand as they hit the floor. He coughed and gasped for air, glaring hatefully up at the bastard who smiled sweetly back down at him, gently massaging his hair with his fingers.

"My, what are the odds," he said mirthfully and looked like he wanted to laugh. Like he thought it was hysterically funny that they had fallen in through a door while violently making out in the bedroom and Hibari was reminded suddenly that Mukuro and he were the same age.
The thought hit him out of nowhere, quick and clear as a bolt of lightning. Mukuro may be the epitome of all evil and, quite possibly, the very personification of Hell… but just then, as he was lying there on top of him chuckling and cradling the back of Hibari's head in the palm of his hand, as if Hibari's skull was made of glass or something, he was every bit the (horny) teenage boy that he was and suddenly Hibari grinned too.

Mukuro tightened his grip on Hibari's head and pulled it into the hollow of his shoulder, buried his face in his hair. Vaguely he realized that the skin of their faces and throats and collarbones were spattered and streaked with blood from their fight.

"You should know, herbivore, that this changes nothing," Hibari murmured softly into his ear, his sharp chin digging into his shoulder.

"No," Mukuro turned his head slightly and his mouth found Hibari's jawline, still bloody, "this changes everything…"

Without thinking he rubbed his lips across the blood, licked some of it away, and then his mouth found Kyouya's and their lips melted together again, a little gentler this time. He tasted salt and copper and the sweet, cinnamon-like flavor of Hibari's mouth. His torn lips felt soft against his, swollen and sore and scorching hot, but he responded with the same determination that defined his very being, never hesitant, never afraid.
As they kissed more deeply Mukuro felt the wounds come open again, felt Hibari's blood flowing over his tongue. He sucked at it and swallowed hungrily – he had spilled it and now he would take it into himself.
And it tasted so sweet he thought he would go mad with it!

Mukuro had, in fact, fantasized about sleeping with Kyouya before. It's true.

He wanted to do it someplace cold and dirty, like a back alley, to press that pretty face down in the asphalt or fuck him up against a rough, gritty brick wall. Somewhere that would leave his lovely skin bloody and scraped and his immaculate clothes filthy and torn. Or drag him into an unclean bathroom in a bar with greenish fluorescent light and dirty legends scribbled on the walls and bend him over the sink. Mukuro was no virgin, not in any sense of the word, but he felt pretty certain Hibari still was, and the thought of taking that from him – proud, arrogant, beautiful Hibari – under such lowly and common circumstances was somehow extremely arousing.
He fantasized about taking him against his will – of tying his hands together, biting him in the shoulder and bring him to sobbing, violent orgasms. Breaking him completely…

Other times when he thought about it, he wanted to do it extravagantly, properly, unforgettably. The challenge of seducing Hibari into compliancy tempted him nearly just as much as the alternative.

But now that he realized he might actually have the chance, his perspective on things changed almost instantly, as if someone had snapped their fingers inside his brain. Mukuro had never been in love, so it never occurred to him that that was what it might be, but he did know (and, with both his hands up Hibari's shirt and those incredible legs tangled with his own, he knew it more and more) that he wanted Hibari to enjoy this and would want to do it again.

Determined hands moved up under his shirt, across his chest, made his skin shiver into goose bumps and his nipples grow hard as candy pieces. He moved his nose to nuzzle Hibari's hair and ran the tip of his tongue over the soft shell of his ear, earning him a maddeningly erotic sound from somewhere in Kyouya's throat.
He wasn't sure if he'd be able to stop now, even if he had wanted to (that was the downside to being all about satisfaction).
Their hands found each other and intertwined. He squeezed Hibari's fingers, brought them up to his mouth and kissed each of them, his tongue slid over the ball of Hibari's thumb, soft as velvet.

Sitting half-way up with his shoulder blades pressing hard against the cold, slick wall, Hibari began to feel something uncoil inside him, some unfamiliar warmth seeping through his innards, and he was suddenly acutely aware of every inch of skin, every miniscule hair on his body, every pore and cell… He had stopped glaring now, and was contemplating Mukuro with an almost pensive look in his eyes. As if he had just realized something completely new.

Then they were kissing again, hard and hot, clutching each other, learning the shape and texture of each other's lips, testing the sharpness of the teeth behind them. Mukuro's hands were sliding down Hibari's back, straying below the belt, cupping his buttocks and squeezing, then moving down to the juncture of his thighs and lightly stroking the sensitive flesh though the fabric of his slacks.

What am I doing?, said a wild voice in Hibari's mind, sounding almost panicky, why haven't I killed him yet? This is him! Rokudo Mukuro – it's too much, too dangerous, he's got too much power like this. He'll drink my brain, he'll crack my soul open like an egg!

Then, did he even want to stop? With his own hardening flesh pressed almost painfully against the warm hollow of Mukuro's hipbone… did he even care at this point?

He sucked at Mukuro's tongue, pulled it deep into his mouth, as if he meant to swallow it. How strange it was, he thought, to have two tongues in his mouth instead of just his own. You were so used to always having it there, nestling in the cradle of your lower jaw bone, pressing against your teeth, that the presence of someone else's tongue in there felt very alien at first, like being explored by a small slippery animal.

Their hands roamed the planes and hollows of one another's bodies. Mukuro's clever fingers slid beneath the thin, crisp fabric of his shirt, stroking the palm of his hand up his side and around to the back, and pulling his shirt up with it. Then his other hand wandered down and slid between his legs and Mukuro's lips kissed a slow trail down his chin, along the curve of his throat and the hollow of his collar bone and wrapped hot and wet around a nipple through the cloth.
Hibari felt his stomach lurch, his mind beginning to dissolve into abandon, he threw his head back, buried his fingers in Mukuro's sleek hair.

This could be bad…

He twined the silky strands around his fingers and arched his back as Mukuro nuzzled into his chest, rubbing his lips lightly against the nipples that were now painfully hard, unbuttoning Hibari's shirt from the bottom up. The lips moved further down, moving across the warm, flat pane of Hibari's stomach, creamy and white and without hair or blemish, deft fingers making quick work of the belt.

Mukuro looked quickly up as he tugged the cloth away.

But Hibari didn't even blush and Mukuro's perpetual smirk widened into a dangerous, dazzling smile. And with their eyes still firmly locked he kissed the tip once before he took the whole throbbing, scorching hot thing into his mouth, as far in as he could make it go. And all at once nothing existed in this world but heat and the smooth texture of tongue and fingertips and the smooth glide of saliva, the deep, silken tunnel of Mukuro's throat surrounding him.

Well, thought Hibari, this was certainly… a novel gesture. He gasped. Perhaps those mating rituals did have a purpose after all!

Mukuro's dark, two-colored eyes found his again and there was a wicked joy in them.

"Do you like it… Kyouya?"

Hibari's first impulse was to punch him, but then his lips tilted into a lop-sided smirk, his cheeks were hot and flushed. "If you stop, I'll kill you."

Lost in a haze of dizzy, mounting pleasure they slid down on to the floor, Hibari was moaning now, he could hear it. How humiliating…! Damn, just what I needed – I get that damn antidote, he gets me drunk, I don't drink, he molests me… Why the hell could he never win with this guy?!

"I had planned on rendering you helpless, somehow," murmured Mukuro as he pressed his lips almost gently against the soft juncture of his thigh, "but it seems my illusions would have been superfluous."
"I hate illusions," panted Hibari. It sounded like an auto-response.

He had merely wanted to settle their score once and for all tonight, and here he was, lying almost naked on the floor inside a dark bathroom moaning and writhing under the skillful ministrations of Rokudo Mukuro.

But, he realized, this was power too – just as surely as smashing someone's face with a fist or putting a tonfa through their worthless skull, the power to make them crazy with pleasure and desire, to have their every cell and aching nerve ending at your mercy was every bit as potent. If they stopped now, they would surely die from it. Perhaps this was Mukuro's weak point.

Then, suddenly, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "You planned for this?"

"Kufufu… Not precisely." Mukuro came up to kiss his chin, smiling mischievously as he brought his hand up to the small of Hibari's back, pulling him closer, "I expected to at least have to drug you first."

It wouldn't have made much difference to Mukuro at that precise moment, perhaps (he didn't even see the murderous gleam in Hibari's eyes, he was too busy exploring his ear with his tongue just then to notice), but one of the things that Dino had neglected to mention about Hibari was this: he had a very… individual sense of humor.
General rule of thumb, in fact – or so Dino had learned, the hard way – just don't pull jokes on Kyouya.
Just… don't!

But even if Mukuro had known, it was, of course, much too late now. Because Hibari had just gotten a brilliant idea…

(Score: Hibari 2 – Mukuro 6)

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Mukuro felt the click a split second before he heard it. A metallic little snap, like the tick from a huge clockwork or – his two-colored eyes widened marginally and he looked quickly up – like handcuffs. Uh oh.

Now Kyouya sat perched on his stomach, wearing absolutely nothing but the shirt that still hung haphazardly from his shoulders (and belonged to Dino), smiling smugly down at him and twirling a second pair of handcuffs expertly around in lazy circles on one finger. He looked quite stunning.

"Got you," he said with an almost playful lilt in his voice.

It might have amused and/or royally pissed him off to know that the first thought that popped into Mukuro's brain when he realized what he'd been trapped with was 'damn, does this mean he's screwing the Cavallone?' Although, in Mukuro's defense, it was a fairly justified suspicion, taking into consideration Dino's weapon of choice and all.

"Oh my," Mukuro smirked, but it was a little strained now. His eyes darted quickly from side to side. "What lovely new toys you have… I didn't know about those," he added in a mutter that sounded unselfconscious.

His thoughts raced through his head at double speed. Kyouya had trapped him – he had handcuffed him! To a toilet!

There were a number of possible outcomes here and only a few of them were in his favor… If Hibari decided to beat him up, which he was prone to do, then that could be bad (Hibari tended to get a little too enthusiastic sometimes when he was enjoying himself).
If he decided to have his way with him right there and then on the bathroom floor then that would be Awesome (although Mukuro would have preferred to be on top), and if he decided to let someone else have their way with him on the bathroom floor then that would be bad again.
If he took pictures to use for blackmail, the weight shifted back to good – Mukuro was not very shy. At all.

But Hibari did none of those things. Instead his face took on a business-like expression and he held up one finger. "This," he said, "is for breaking and entering on school premises –"
Ah yes, their second meeting, up on the school roof, Mukuro remembered. How nostalgic."Merely paying my old, ah, friend a visit," he quipped pleasantly.
"For getting me drunk –"a second finger went up.
The 'bar-incident', yes, that was entertaining… "You know, alcohol is known to create a good mood," he said diplomatically, "offering someone a drink is a sign of politeness."

"You tricked me, and," said Hibari, raising a third finger and closing his eyes in a resigned fashion, "for stealing my underwear."
Mukuro grinned, mentally preparing for another amusing memory to pop into his recollection, but then it quickly disappeared again. "Pardon?" he blinked, "steal your… underwear?"
"Yes, I put out my laundry to dry and when I came back it was gone, and I know it was you, low-life," growled Hibari. "Now, I have little interest in your perverted habits, but I will not accept theft in my town."

The thievery is what bothers him the most? "I assure you, Kyouya dearest, I prefer underwear when I can remove it personally from their owners with my teeth."
But he wondered vaguely who the perpetrator was. Anyone who was brave or stupid enough to steal as much as a paper clip from Hibari Kyouya might be worthy of notice. He was also struck with perfectly unreasonable feeling of jealousy – if Kyouya had a stalker then Mukuro would kill them. The thought struck him so swiftly he barely realized what it was – but this wasn't exactly the time and place for analyzing impulses anyway, he decided.

He looked for a moment dumbfounded and started shaking his head slowly back and forth, "certainly I may have arranged for a couple of minor inconveniences, but I have never –"
"I am placing you under arrest for breaking and entering, serving alcohol to minors," drawled Hibari, breaking him off in mid-sentence, "breaking and entering again, theft…"

He was smiling one of his mysterious little almost-smiles now and he looked most definitely very pleased with himself. "And plotted sexual assault."
"Plotted –? Ah, that was not… Kyouya, I was joking!"

Completely ignoring him, Hibari got up on his feet and wandered around the bathroom picking up his slacks, his shirt and his tie. Mukuro noticed that he took only the exact number of steps necessary to reach each item, he really was terribly meticulous. He did however get a couple of nice looks of Hibari's well-shaped backside as he bent down. And that was nice.

He tugged weakly at the handcuffs and was rewarded with some metallic clinking noises that sounded unpleasant. And then he noticed – "Ah, Kyouya, my clothes –"

"Ciao," said Hibari mockingly and slung his jacket casually over his shoulder. He turned on the lights in the ceiling and took a moment to study his own handiwork – Rokudo Mukuro, naked and trapped. Then he cocked his head and smiled one of his small, unreadable almost-smiles, "hm", before giving Mukuro a final small wave and closing the door behind him.

He did not lock it.

(Score: Hibari 100 – Mukuro 6)

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In order to keep Mukuro occupied for the rest of the evening should he somehow miraculously manage to somehow escape, Hibari had taken what he deemed to be the appropriate precautionary measures and taken all of his clothes with him to hide in various, irregular locations around the mansion. It was simply no fun unless Mukuro was publicly humiliated.

He'd just finished stuffing a thin, cameo-printed T-shirt under the bed in one of the other guestrooms and was just about to exit when, just as he was reaching for the handle, the door suddenly swung open of itself and a tangle of arms, disheveled hair and rumpled shirt sleeves that turned out to be Yamamoto Takeshi and Gokudera Hayato tumbled inside and fell roughly to the floor.

"Ah!"

Hibari stared at them.

Mating rituals… he thought, somewhat absently. Apparently Rokudo Mukuro was not the only one who laid plans. Not that he was terribly surprised.

Yamamoto's face was… priceless. "Hibari?! It's – what're you –?!"
Under him Gokudera groaned, "…of course, great!" His face was bright, burning red. "The Son of Satan is here."

"Oh joy," replied Hibari sarcastically and smirked, "if it isn't my favorite gay couple from Fraggle rock."

"Aw, shove it up your ass, Hibari!" barked Gokudera. He scrambled to his feet, hastily straightening his suit with his hands.
But Yamamoto was already laughing again, waving his hand in cheerful greeting, "hey there, Hibari! Ha-ha, sorry you had to see that," he scratched his neck. Then he pointed to the pile in Hibari's arms. "Err, whose clothes is that?"

"I have confiscated them," drawled Hibari, "so now they're… mine, actually. Excuse me…"
As he sauntered past a confused looking Yamamoto and made to leave, he smirked and cast a glance over his shoulder at Gokudera. "Hm, don't break him…"

He thought he heard a minor explosion behind him and Gokudera yelled, "oh yeah?! You'd know something about that, wouldn't you!"
This seemed to trigger something in Yamamoto's short-term memory circuits, because he suddenly turned to Hibari. "Ah, Hibari! Where's, err, where's Mukuro?"

The smile Hibari gave him just then could probably have scared a junkyard dog. "Why don't you go look."

He passed by Kurokawa Hana in the stairway on his way down. She seemed distracted he noticed and recalled that he had used to think she was quite pretty in middle school.

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By the time the Herbivore Brigade (lead for the occasion by Dino, Yamamoto, Colonello, Basil and Ken) had decided to bring out the fireworks Hibari had managed to find a cold, hard, comfortable spot on a stone bench under a snow laden tree out in the garden below where he could be perfectly alone.
The wide, half-moon balcony was crowded like a shopping center on a Saturday afternoon and even though he had positioned himself a considerable distance away, he still found it somewhat offensive.

When he leant back to lie on the bench with his arms folded behind his head to watch the fireworks display, however, he suddenly found himself staring directly up into the face of Rokudo Mukuro and drew an involuntary little gasp. It was barely more than an 'h!'

"My my, fancy seeing you here!"

He sat perched on one of the lower branches right above the little bench, dangling his bare feet in the cold air and managing somehow to look perfectly poised in spite of sitting half-dressed in a tree.
In the middle of the night.
In the middle of winter…

"Kufufu… Surprised to see me?" Mukuro asked, and pretended to study his nails. He sounded nonchalant, but his voice had a sulky undertone to it that gave Hibari a feeling of tremendous satisfaction. "You can be quite conniving, apparently. I suppose I did underestimate you, somewhat, Mr. Head Prefect." And then he added quietly through gritted teeth, "I assure you I will not make that same mistake again."

Hibari scowled. This was not according to plan! He had not expected the herbivore to break free from the handcuffs so easily. Had someone helped him?

He was on the verge of asking just that, when the sky above them suddenly exploded in a shower of bright green and golden stars, quickly followed by bursts of purple and silver and they both looked up. They had started sending up fireworks form the balcony, which meant that it must already be midnight.

He had meant to say something dirty to the infuriating escape-artist in the tree, but in the end he said nothing and they watched the fireworks together in silence.

"Happy New Year, Kyouya." Mukuro dangled his legs idly and sprinkled a handful of dry powder-snow down over Kyouya's thick black hair where it sparkled like sugar for a short while before it melted.

"Hm. Happy New Year… Rokudo Mukuro."

There was a brief pause as they continued to watch the fireworks. Then Mukuro glanced down at him again with a mischievous grin.
"Did you know that in western cultures, it's customary to kiss –"
"Shut up before I bite you to death," said Hibari smoothly in one breath, closing his eyes in a resigned fashion.
"… I'm just saying. Say, which room is yours again?"

Hibari opened his eyes again to glare up at him menacingly, but then suddenly he smiled. "Your head looks like a pineapple from here."

And that was that.

(Final score: Hibari Epic Win)

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Except, it wasn't…

Oh, but no – they didn't sleep together (that night).

Exhausted from playing hide-and-seek with Hibari, successfully morphing their fight into a successful attempt to seduce him (although it happened in a bathroom and ended in disaster), and finally from having to free himself from a pair of handcuffs and searching all over the mansion for his clothes (another endeavor that had ended in failure), Mukuro had practically collapsed the minute he stepped inside after the fireworks display was over – incidentally he fell straight into the arms of Dino Cavallone, who was very drunk at that point and who proceeded to cheerfully invited a clearly flustered and bewildered Chrome up to look at his stamp collection.

And even if Mukuro should have been stupid enough to search out and sneak into Hibari's room (to either kill him or screw him senseless – he couldn't decide which he wanted more at the moment), he wouldn't have found Hibari there. Hibari's sleep pattern was somewhat… off, and he spent the entire first night of the New Year sitting up on the roof enjoying the view and finishing up the book he was reading.

Overall Hibari thought it had been a very satisfying evening indeed. And he was, after all, a practical young man.

But if he, or anybody else for that matter, thought that the score between them had been settled then he was sadly mistaken. Because already on the following morning, an excessive bouquet of roses a rich, deep red color was delivered to Hibari Kyouya.

Petals of cherry blossom had been neatly pinned to every single thorn.

And that was…

(Well, actually, you know the rest)

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The End

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Final author's note: I loved writing this! I'm not sure if I've had this much fun with a story before, especially the bathroom scene. If you've read through all 3 chapters, then I love you. Those of you who also read Namimori Candy Baby (the original parallel story to this parallel story), I love you even harder!

Reviews would be greatly appreciated ^_^