Captured Hearts

Chapter Eleven: The Lusted After

Hibari was led into a room he hadn't seen before, but it was clearly a human's room, because there was a bed, and other furniture. The vampire looked back at the hunter in front of him, and blinked, confused. "Uhm... Mukuro...?" he said.

"Hibari Natsu Kyoya II, get on the bed," Mukuro said. Although he thought that there was a blush beginning to form on Mukuro's cheeks, Hibari did as told, not wanting to be shocked again. He sat down on the edge of the bed, but continued to look at Mukuro, an inkling of suspiscion in his innocent, gray eyes. "Lie down," Mukuro ordered, walking over. The hunter then shed his jacket, and let it fall to the floor, before starting to lift his shirt up over his head. Now becoming skeptical of his orders, Hibari leaned back, but made sure that he was still able to see Mukuro. He was beginning to get the impulse that the hunter was making a decision that neither of them would enjoy- and he hoped that that decision wouldn't be one that involved use of a vampire gun.

Mukuro then slid himself onto the bed, and reached over, before taking Hibari's cape, and undoing it. He tossed the material aside, then reached for the vampire's shirt. Immediately, Hibari grabbed the other's wrist, and emitted a small hiss. After all, vampires were very dignified creatures. If it was Mukuro's intention to shoot him, then such would happen with all his clothes on, thank you very much.

But then, the hunter made another unusual move. He leaned in, and his lips touched against the vampire's for a moment so brief that he had to wonder what had just happened. The distraction was fully effective. Mukuro used his opportunity to start unbuttoning Hibari's shirt, and the other couldn't do anything when he finally noticed, for Mukuro had already reached the last two. However, protests were just natural, and Hibari's instincts prevailed. He placed both hands on the hunter's shoulders and shoved backwards, but such didn't matter- as a hunter, Mukuro was just the tiniest bit stronger when he had all his will.

As he had failed to push the other away, Hibari decided to trust his communication skills. "Mukuro...," he began, "what, exactly, are you doing?"

"Hibari Natsu Kyoya II, silence. I will tell you when you are permitted to talk. Don't move. Don't resist in any way. Do as I say," Mukuro replied, his voice dripping with venom as it hissed past his lips.

"... No."

Hibari knew it was a bad choice the second he said it, for not only was a shock deposited to his throat, but he recieved a cuff on the head from Mukuro as well. "C'mon, Hibarin, we both want this," Mukuro muttered, his teeth gritted. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been provoking me for so damned long."

Hibari reached up and rubbed the back of his head sorely, trembling when he finally noticed the seriousness in Mukuro's eyes. "Uh... can you... please just tell me what you want with me...?" he asked, choosing his words carefully so as to not anger the hunter any further. He didn't want to be injured without it being completely neccessary.

"... Dino's away right now. He can't stop me from taking what's rightfully mine. And Basil can't do a thing about this either, because deep down he knows that your affections belong to someone else. Isn't that right, Hibarin?" Mukuro said, his voice deep and breathy as though he was attempting to prove a very clear point.

Hibari shook his head, but he could feel his face warming up with a sort of shyness as he gradually became aware of the situation. "Uh... Mukuro... are you saying that I... have affections for... you...?"

Mukuro's face was mere centimeters from Hibari's own, and the vampire could feel the other's breath, making him even more uncomfortable. "If this is not the case, then you better fight back before I take this too far."

When Hibari heard 'too far,' he heard 'mistake,' or 'screw up.' Something towards the violence side, not the romance side of the wheel of action. But just when he was about to ask another question, Mukuro repeated his commands from earlier, banning the vampire from speech, movement, and resistance. Hibari stayed silent through what he could, watching as the hunter fully undressed the both of them, then quivered as their bare chests just barely brushed against each other. Hibari desperately wanted to say something about these awfully suggestive things Mukuro was doing, but somehow, he knew that it wasn't 'suggestive,' it was the setup for what they were going to take part in.

"Now, Hibari Natsu Kyoya II... bare your fangs," Mukuro ordered. Hibari drew his lips back, closing his eyes, for the mismatched gaze of the hunter made him feel sick. Those were the eyes of the one who killed his family; looking at them for so long eventually became rather emotionally draining. But Hibari no longer had time to think about such useless facts, for Mukuro's thumb had brushed over one of his fangs, and now, suppressing his instinct to clamp down on the flesh was another thing to add to his stress. "Kufufufu... I never knew how arousing it would be to be faced with these beauties. You know they make necklaces from vampire fangs, Hibarin?" Hibari couldn't resist the urge to glare at the hunter, but Mukuro merely chuckled. "Now I see why, too. These little knives are pretty sexy, vampire."

"Back to calling me 'vampire' again, Mukuro?" the ravenette challenged, but he backed down again when a small shock was administered to what must have been a nerve point on his neck.

"Fufufu... bad boy, I told you not to talk," Mukuro said, a trace of irritation in his voice. The hunter then dipped down, and, without a hint of warning, dragged his tongue from Hibari's collarbone to his chin, before turning the action into a short kiss against Hibari's lips. "You're such a rebel, Hibarin."

Hibari's anger rose at every small intimate action, because he could easily tell that Mukuro was toying with him. He was having fun, too, leading Hibari on to believe that he was something particularly near and dear to the hunter's heart. What a lie. However, Hibari knew that resisting was just another bad idea. He would only get hurt if he did, and Mukuro was more than likely to get upset with him.

Besides, there wasn't much he could do- Mukuro was growing impatient. The hunter's actions got faster, and easily more sensual. The hunter's fingers began to explore Hibari's skin, easily finding every one of his sensitive places. Hibari closed his eyes and tried to endure, not able to pick up on the warning signs when the caresses began to go lower, and lower, before brushing over a place that was too sensitive for Hibari to take it silently. The vampire gasped and clapped a hand over his mouth, then glanced down what was taking place. He was met with Mukuro's lustful eyes as the slender fingers ran up and down his arousal, making him shudder involuntarily with pleasure.

"How's that feel, Hibarin?" Mukuro chuckled, before running his thumb over the slit just as he had with Hibari's fangs. The vampire bit his lip until it bled when he tried to contain his moans, and he shook his head vigorously in a futile attempt to get the hunter to stop. He was completely unused to being touched in such a private area, even by his own hand, so, no matter how the current touch felt, it was simply too much for the vampire to handle.

"S-sto-ohh," Hibari attempted, but the second he tried to form words, he let himself slip into a pleased sound.

"Kufufufu... I know, I know... you're not exactly adapted to this level of sexual enjoyment. Fufu... this isn't even the beginning, Hibarin. Now... Hibari Natsu Kyoya II, spread your legs for me, would you?"

Hibari could hardly take the humiliation as he obeyed the command, and Mukuro inched closer to him, before seeming to realize something, and smacking his forehead in frustration. He then backed down, and the vampire had little time to sigh in relief before Mukuro came back, something in his hand which he gave to Hibari. "Put this on," he ordered. Hibari stared at the object in his hand, then glanced back at Mukuro, confused. Mukuro was putting the object over his manhood like a sheath, and when he glared at the vampire, Hibari quickly followed suit. "Can't have any proof," Mukuro explained, even though he was probably fully aware that Hibari didn't understand what he meant. "Now," the hunter began again, his hands running up Hibari's thighs before holding his legs up on to the hunter's shoulders. "Let us begin, shall we?"

"Mukuro, I... I don't-" Hibari caught himself off with a gasp when he felt the human's member touch him, before beginning to push in to his virgin hole, making the vampire grit his teeth tightly and try to back out of it. "Stop! That... that hurts!" he complained, reaching forward and holding on to Mukuro's shoulders. He closed his eyes when he felt Mukuro moving further, ignoring his protests and entering him slowly. "Mukuro! Stop!" Hibari cried, "d-damn it!"

"Shhh," the hunter soothed, "claw me, bite me, do whatever, I don't care," he murmured. "You're doing good; just try to relax."

'Relax?' Hibari thought. 'Easy for you to say- this isn't happening to you!' The vampire whimpered as Mukuro penetrated him deeper than he could've ever even imagined, when suddenly he stopped, panting quietly.

"This... is as far as I go. Are you all right?" the hunter asked. Hibari shook his head once more, and this time, Mukuro chuckled. "Well... you can't do anything about that, hm?"

Hibari blinked away his tears and looked away, his face hot with pain and humiliation. "M-mukuro... please..."

"Oya oya? Want me to move?" Mukuro said, before pulling himself out. He then thrusted his hips back into Hibari, making the vampire cry out in his pain. "Shhh, shh," the hunter hushed. "You don't want the scientests finding out about this..."

"Nu... you don't want them finding out," Hibari whimpered. "Please... stop moving... idiot... it hurts..."

Mukuro grinned and began to work himself once more, starting up a rhythm, "Nn... Hibarin," he grunted, his face dusted red as he moaned quietly. "Hahhh... it's been so damned long..."

Hibari's nails dug harshly into the hunter's shoulders, and he mewled with pain at each thrust, trembling as his body was stretched to allow the stinging movement inside him. The thrust became rapid and uneven after a while as Mukuro's moans escalated in volume, and Hibari was about to give another pained groan when something weird happened. There was a sudden burst of pleasure from deep inside him, but just when he thought it was a fluke, it happened again, before that sweet spot was struck so hard that he saw stars. The vampire cried out in delight, and let go of his tenseness, coming in to bite the hunter's shoulder as the hot appendage continued to assault his insides. He clamped down on the hunter's skin, making Mukuro gasp, his voice cracking with suprise.

As Hibari drank the sweet blood, he found himself drawing in more and more pleasure, like he was climbing to the skies. And the vampire soon touched clouds in a fine peak of delight, in which all of his stress simply vanished. It was certainly the highlight of the moment, but after it, Hibari was simply exhauted.

"Hibarin... oh, Hibarinnn...!" Mukuro cried suddenly. "I... I'm going to come...!" Just as Hibari was wondering what the hell Mukuro meant, the hunter took a sharp intake of breath, his face crimson as he trembled, before he collapsed on Hibari, his arms releasing the vampire's legs to instead wrap around his body. "That was damn good," Mukuro panted, hugging the ravenette tightly. "Let's do this again... sometime..."

The vampire sighed, and placed his hand on the hunter's back and rubbing. "What about... Basil...?" he murmured.

The hunter chuckled dryly. "What of him?" he snorted, before glancing at Hibari, and suddenly turning serious. "Wait... are you worried about him?" he asked, his mismatched eyes now filled with confusion.

"I... don't want to hurt him," Hibari sighed, before closing his eyes. "... Tired..."

Hibari began to fell asleep, and he lost conciousness before he could feel the hunter picking him up, and carrying him out of the room.

Meanwhile...

"Ushishishishi... you're so cute," Bel laughed, tugging on the merman's cheek. Even though Fran was blushing lightly, he batted the werewolf back.

"Stop that," he protested. "What's so cute about it?"

"Shishi... just the fact that you're so naive," the blonde replied, his arms reached past the bars so that he could touch the merman. "You haven't been through the harsh treatment that people give to us werewolves."

Fran sighed, and sat down on the ground, patting the grass inside the hunting area to signal for Bel to do so as well. The werewolf sat down, and Fran murmured, "I wasn't treated that nicely either, Bel... you wanna know how they caught me?"

"Mm... sure," Bel replied. "How?"

"Harpoons and nets," Fran said, closing his eyes to better remember the time. He had been living in a lake for quite sometime, occassionally pranking fishermen, sometimes drowning people, because it was fun. But then, one day, when he tried to capsize a boat, he'd found himself faced with a spear bigger than his arm. Startled, he'd thrown both arms up in submission, and a man with a shaved head had grabbed hold of his wrists, before pulling him up and into the boat. Fran had thrashed about in protest, shouting for them to stop, but ropes were tied around his wrists and he had been held down and carried until he had been tossed carelessly into that tank. That man... he had yet to see him again. "It wasn't exactly a nice catch for me... but I don't mind. It's not like they starve us."

"I guess," Bel replied.

"Fran! Back in to your tank, what are you DOING?" scolded Mukuro, coming down from the stairs that led to the lab, and some of the bedrooms.

"Uhh... I could ask you the same thing," Fran answered, pointing to the vampire whom Mukuro held in his arms.

"Nevermind that! Get in your tank!" the hunter repeated. Fran snorted at him and looked back at Bel.

"Guess I'll see you later," he muttered. Bel nodded.

"Later, Froggy."

"Start with that and I'll use merman powers to give you a cavity," Fran snickered, before walking back to the merpeople enclosure. Bel soon walked back to join his 'mate,' and Mukuro carried Hibari back to the vampire enclosure, before setting him down, and placing his clothes beside him in a neat pile. He kissed the vampire's cheek, and placed his cape over him, before closing and locking the cage.

"Good night, my vampire," he whispered, before walking away.

Hibari curled up a little tighter beneath the minute warmth his cape provided, and he quietly breathed out the hunter's name as the images of what they had done crossed past his mind.

-End Chapter

*blush*... Well... did I do well on this? First lemon scene for me... so... HOPE IT WAS AT LEAST OKAY! XD

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Please vote on who Hayato should be paired with, because there's a slight contraversey: Takeshi, or Tsuna? By the way, I probably won't include lemon for either pairing.