Warning for implied sexual content!
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He stumbled over his own foot momentarily as a particularly large splotch of back occulted his vision, giving a sensation to the walls of his home's corridor a wavering melt, like viscous lava sliding down the tall slope of a volcano. Not missing a beat, however, he straightened his position, erasing the memory of ever acting such ungraceful-ness. He muttered darkly under his breath while padding the marbled walls of the bathroom—or, as he called it, the water closet. Finding it with too much effort, he flicked the light on. He blinked, the light too bright for his taste, and looked up, only for his eyelids to narrow over azure irises at what or rather whom he found there. Displeasure quickly sunk, his brows furrowing with a downwards curl of the lips. "Trespassing again, I see, Cavallone Dino."
Said person brushed aside wavy fringes of gold, lips already set into a playful smile as sorrel orbs twinkled under the light. "Well, you're looking rather well, Hibari Kyouya," he gibed.
Hibari clicked his tongue, leaning heavily on the doorframe. "Sarcasm doesn't suit you, herb—"
"I believe I am well past that degrading term, don't you think?"
"Your audacity of interruption is well below an herbivore."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm digressing here." He pushed away from the cool wall, the air seeming to cling to his form as though the essence of an angel shimmered in a pleasant delicacy from his shoulders like a silent cape. Gesturing with a slight tilt of the chin, he queried, "Off biting others to death, Kyouya? What's with all of the dirt and blood?"
"None of your business, Dino," grumbled Hibari, sinking under the weight of his ragged body.
Dino raised a brow, arms crossing over his chest as he stepped closer. He crouched before the skylark and raised a hand to press his finger on the center of the other's forehead; he has a high temperature, his brain immediately detected. "It is my business—you gave me your word on it, recall?"
No, Hibari doesn't quite remember what his word implied nor does he recall promising anything besides a tonfa landing its painful and bloody grace upon a certain boss' face.
His eyes fluttered closed and swatted Dino's hand, drawling near incoherency about the invasion of personal bubbles. "If you really must know"—his lids revealed temporarily a reprimanding glower—"the blood is not mine."
Skeptical eyes peered down at Hibari, a soft hum rippling from his throat. "Is that so?"
"Yes, that is so. Now, out of my water closet you go before I am tempted to destroy your gullet and deprive you of air even in the pits of hell."
Unconsciously, his fingertips swept over his throat, arousing from the Forgotten a distant memory of a cold, metal cylinder constricting—almost crushing—his breath and silver irises scowling down at his frightened ones. "I don't think you can, though." You already stole my breath along with my heart a long time ago. He threaded his fingers through obsidian locks, marveling at the silky softness and chuckling when a pleased gasp escaped the skylark's throat. Standing, "How 'bout you shower quickly, and I'll help you cure that illness of yours."
"Another of your strange potions?"
Leaning down once more as he placed a finger under the Skylark's chin to tilt it at a better angle, he pressed his lips lightly over softer ones. He withdrew, grinning. "Perhaps." I wonder if pneumonia is contagious…the recess of Dino's mind wondered as he offered a helping hand, which, as expected went ignored.
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A tongue ran over his lower lip, silently asking for entrance, the body hovering above resting most of its weight on his torso, a thigh defining more sensual pressure between his legs. Hibari gave a muffled gasp, head tilting back causing strands weaved in the hues of the night to drift messily over a pristine pillow. Dino took the chance to deepen the kiss and delighted in the slimy friction of their twirling tongues and gentle licks of enticement, lulling them into a momentary bliss as they basked in their naked warmth.
The moment lasted only several seconds, interrupted by Hibari pushing at Dino's shoulder with a shaking grasp. "Stop—" A sharp pain—like the poisoned blow of needles—at his temple distorted the remainder of his words. He furrowed his brows, gritting his teeth in a successful attempt to keep at bay a mewl threatening to rise; heat instead rising to engulf his body to deepen the crimson splayed across his cheeks. "D-Dino"—Hibari mentally cursed at his wavering voice—"this…when will this begin to cure the pneumonia?"
With a reluctant sigh, Dino sat back on his heels and snacked fingers through his golden hair. Concern creased his brow and prompted him to nimble temporarily on his lip when quivering coughs erupted from the other's throat, shaking the nausea back to life—Dino simply needed to feel Hibari tense and curl into himself almost unperceptively to know this. Nonetheless, determination to carry this mission (of sorts) provoked him to break Hibari's hold on his shoulder to mark his territory once more. Dino sighed into the kiss, lids drifting closed and arms draping lazily over Hibari's neck to keep the latter in place. Soon, your heart will be mine—all of those years ago, after all, you promised you'd give it to me.
Even if said promise was nothing but a dream, Dino was determined to stealth his way into the winter-stricken chest belonging to a certain Skylark and steal the frozen, crystalized heart, warming the precious object within his enclosed palms.
"Soon," mumbled he as he parted to switch angles.
I'm sure of it.
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Eh, it's short again…sigh. Next one will definitely be long (I think)!
Please excuse any/ all grammatical/spelling mistakes.