Story: Prisoner

Scene Three: Becoming Insane

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR

Author: Urge2Kill

Beta: kikyokyoyahibari

"Kufufu... Nice to see you, stalker-kun... I mean Skylark-kun." The criminal was sitting on the floor, leaning against his bed, lazily popping some pieces of food in his mouth.

Hibari never wanted to know what exactly that food was made of neither what it was supposed to be. It looked like some cat food or… Hibari didn't want to think about it. He stood firmly in front of the cell silently glaring at the rule-breaker. How he hated that damn pineapple. That psycho, pedo, perverted, blood thirsty pineapple. The blue haired man was truly mad but had some logic in the words he was spitting out nevertheless. And it was dangerous to listen to what he was saying. Really dangerous.

…

But at the same time Hibari was glad he had to guard that beast. The other was the only thread that connected him with Tsunayoshi. The day-shift worker never remembered they've met before. Hibari used to be a custom officer. His responsibility was to find out if any tourists that came to the country carried weapons or drugs or any other illegal things. Normally he was just standing by the frame in the airport looking at the people passing by or searching some of them if the frame beeped. However, sometimes there were suspicious people he had to search carefully, to the extent of checking their asses for drugs. He hated it. It was boring but at times he got some weaklings to bite to death. After all, he never tolerated with rule-breakers.

And once it all changed. He saw the brunette, Sawada Tsunayoshi. The small man returned to Japan and was passing the custom control, Hibari's control. Just a couple of touches after the metal detector kept beeping were not enough for the Skylark, not even close to enough. It was the first time Hibari got an erection while looking at and touching, even through fabric, the other male. And he found a gun. Well, he was lucky. Hibari's brain worked fast enough to understand that with that alone he could have Tsunayoshi all in his power. At that very moment, Hibari thought he would LIKE to check someone's ass. He was about to take Tsunayoshi for a 'personal' search when it turned out so that the small man was a military officer. Of course, Hibari was left unsatisfied. His prey was taken right from under his nose.

And it was when his analytical brain and his sanity let him down. He went too far. He carefully memorized where the other worked and was pleased to know he was just a prison guard because it made it easier to approach the small brunette, he transferred several times to get to work at the same place. And now he had a courtesy of 'accidentally' touching that small frame that begged to be held, to be penetrated, pierced and even broken. To be thoroughly bitten till nothing was left.

No, no, no. That used to be purely romantic love then. That was time when he still was disciplined. Hibari had lost the count of times when he tried to invite Tsunayoshi for a drink. Also, he was secretly hoping it would be a drink with the 'continuation'. But, the damn pineapple always managed to interfere and ruin the mood. That psycho had a weird sixth sense that read the air between the two guards.

The pineapple made him insane. The pineapple made him addicted and jealous. Rokudo Mukuro made him into a lustfully hungry beast. At first, he just thought of the brunette. Yes, his thoughts and fantasies weren't too innocent he could admit. But what grown up man doesn't have some sick sexual fantasies? Hibari would never say his thoughts of Tsunayoshi were sick, unhealthy or sinful. It wasn't a matter of discipline or self-discipline. It was a matter of the darkest instinct, the instinct to overpower and dominate the victim.

Anyone, absolutely anyone who saw the prey-like brunette wearing his uniform, with the gun and a pair of handcuffs attached to the rough belt on the slim waist would have this kind of amoral thoughts. How would the brunette look handcuffed? Naked? Pleading? Sucking? Moaning? Screaming?

Adjusting the other's belt, Hibari could only think of slapping that round ass with that rough belt, slapping it so hard to leave red traces on the slightly tan smooth skin. Adjusting the other's tie, he really wanted to sink his teeth in the nape of the slim neck to leave an angry red mark. To let Rokudo Mukuro know whose property was that.

The Skylark knew those thoughts were not right. He used to want to treat Tsunayoshi with care. He used to want to protect Tsunayoshi from that perverted criminal and anyone else. But Rokudo Mukuro never hid his advances. And it made Hibari want to bite him to death. And he did so several times. He beat the prisoner countless times careful to make it less visible but more painful. However, Rokudo Mukuro never stopped. He went on and on with his attempts to seduce his Tsunayoshi.

Hibari wasn't sure when it happened. But the psycho got him, won that silent battle for Tsunayoshi and Hibari's sanity. And it made Hibari an observer. A watcher. A stalker. Every night, he watched the tape of Tsunayoshi's shift to make sure the brunette didn't fall into other's traps. Every night Hibari felt awful while watching the pineapple telling his Tsunayoshi about his sick dreams and fantasies. It was disgusting. And it was a turn on. Plainly disgusting. But it was absolutely necessary.

…

"Hnn." He tried to ignore his night companion. He would never show any, even the slightest sign of weakness in front of that man.

Mukuro stopped eating and just looked at his hand studying it like he'd seen it for the first time. Then the blue-haired male closed his eyes moving his fingers in barely noticeable circling movements. From time to time he brought the hand to his face like he tried to smell something and then licked his lips till they were bright red.

Hibari watched the criminal, wanting nothing but to hit him. When was the pineapple going to sleep so he could watch the 'movie'? But something with those actions was off. Hibari was used to all the weirdness of the prisoner but that was way too much even for that psycho.

"What are you doing, Rokudo Mukuro?" He spoke in his usual cold voice like he wasn't interested at all and it was plainly needed for some report.

"Kufufu... Curious, aren't you, Skylark-kun...?" The criminal answered with his signature laugh mocking and annoying his guard.

"You will know, won't you, Skylark-kun?" The other smiled. "You are waiting for me to finally go to sleep, right? So you would enjoy your movie to the fullest?"

"I'll bite you to death." Hibari hissed, touching his belt where his weapon was.

"Oya? Since when were you willing to bite me? I was so sure you wanted to bite my sweet Tsunayoshi-kun…I understand you though. Tsunayoshi-kun is so fuckable…and you don't have his attention at all. Of course, you are envious. We are all lovey-dovey during the daytime and you know that."

Hibari's hand moved from the handcuffs to gun without him realizing this.

"What Tsunayoshi and I are is none of your business."

"Kufufu... Exactly. What Tsunayoshi and I are is none of your business. But, you keep watching our tape every night, stalker-kun. Kufufu... Be prepared, you'll get quite a show today."

The leftovers of Hibari's self control snapped and he aimed his gun at the blue haired man.

"I have a right to shoot you in the head because you are trying to escape."

"Tut-tut, Hibari-kun. Why would you do such thing? There would be an investigation then. And Tsunayoshi-kun would probably have to retire then... Because of all of those 'lost tapes' of his shifts that were faked later by you, don't you think so? Ne, Skylark-kun?"

There was a dreadful silence then. And a glaring contest. The damn pineapple got him.

"You know, Skylark-kun... I guess I feel sleepy." The criminal licked his middle finger slowly and sucked lightly, locking his gaze with Hibari's. After a couple of hard sucks, he released his finger with a loud 'pop': "So you are free to enjoy your adult movie."

Hibari had a bad feeling. A really bad one. Rokudo Mukuro never did useless things. So he meant something by that. The question was what he meant. Instead of torturing himself with guesses, he took a tape out of the small cam that was hidden in the clock on the wall opposite to the cell and loaded the memory card into his phone to play it.

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