Captured Hearts

Chapter Thirty-one: The Close

1869 LEMON ALERT IN THIS CHAPTER. (If you don't want to read about Hibari as a seme, there's a line to seperate the actual lemon and when said lemon comes to a close.)

Science Center for Supernatural Beings- Japan Branch- Merpeople Enclosure- 2:00 AM

Fran hadn't left his cave since the incident. A couple days ago, Bel had approached him, acting first like Rasiel, but Fran soon saw that it was most certainly not that prince. It was Belphegor, indeed, and he was in a really dark place. That night, Fran had both lost his first time, and lost a lot of affection for Bel, because the words uttered into his ear spoke, 'You will not have my brother. You will not shame the werewolf race, you disgusting fish.'

It was horrible.

Even as it felt like a dream come true, it was horrible. All of the sensations were just as Fran had imagined, yet Bel's sadistic way of expressing his lust was a huge turn-off. Fran reached down, running his fingers over the crease in his tail, then sighed, and hugged himself. "I don't think I'll be in human form for a long time," he sighed. "I should just stay here... where it's safe..." Suddenly, another merman surfaced beside him, and Fran smiled to see someone who he hadn't expected to see for a while yet. "Squalo," he greeted. "You're back!"

"Heh! And tough as ever!" Squalo boasted. "Xanxus's fine, too. Got over that little disease he had. I can say with confidence that he's going to be alive for a while yet."

"That's good news...," Fran replied, before looking down and tearing up. "I missed your company... I've got a lot to tell you."

Fran explained to the merman everything that had gone on with his life up until then, and by the end, Squalo was pissed off. "Fran, you seriously need a new love intrest," he muttered. "All right now, come along. Let's get some sort of plan worked out, all right?"

Meanwhile, in Mukuro Rokudo's bedroom...

"H-Hibarin...," Mukuro moaned quietly, his arms draped around his love's neck. His frail form was overtaken by spasms of pleasure as the elite vampire thrusted inside him with that perfection only something supernatural could create. "Nn... hah..."

"You're more sensitive than I originally thought," Hibari panted, his face flushed as he loomed over Mukuro. "More so than Basil."

"No way," Mukuro chuckled dryly, digging his nails into the other's back. "It's just hard to believe this is what I put you through... hahh... although I used a much, much safer method."

"Heh," the vampire grunted, "come now, Mukuro. The only thing dangerous about me is my Heartsickness, and you claim to be immune."

"Yeah... well...," Mukuro sighed, "hey, vampire, do me a favor... bite me, would you?"

"With pleasure," Hibari husked, coming in and baring his fangs, letting them hover over their prey for a moment before he dipped into the meal, and Mukuro's moans got significantly louder, and the fingers digging into his back got more rough. Hibari then soon parted, for the sweet blood had brought him much higher up in the sky. "Mukuro... I think that point is approaching... you know... what did you call it?"

"Call it what you want, Hibarin... just make sure that your careful," Mukuro sighed, leaning back, stroking himself as he grew closer to his own orgasm. "And do me a favor... make it good so that you fall asleep after this."

Hibari chuckled, then started drinking again, becoming even more pleasure-drunk as he absorbed Mukuro, and soon, Hibari was finding himself on the edge, trying to balance for a moment, then leaping off, crying out as the tension broke, and Mukuro sighed, his own climax underway as the both of them groaned loudly, before Hibari at last collapsed, too exhausted to keep on going.

The only sound was quiet, gradually slowing pantings as the two beings settled beside each other, and the room darkened as the hunter rolled over, and blew out the bright candle that lit it. "Hibarin," Mukuro murmured, glancing back at the vampire beside him. "Look, I'm glad... what we just... but at the same time, are you positive that this is the right choice?"

"Hmm?" Hibari hummed, glancing back at Mukuro. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... if we're going to do this... often, I mean... I have no doubts that someone will find out. Hibarin... I love you... but..."

"I love you, and I love Basil, too," Hibari rasped. "But if you leave, I won't be able to handle the stress. You're my first love. My true love."

Mukuro rolled on top of the vampire, and whispered, "I'd have never thought that I would bottom to a monster like you, Hibarin."

Hibari frowned. "Monster?"

"Fufufu... you know I'm kidding, dear Hibarin," Mukuro whispered, leaning down and kissing the vampire. Hibari reluctantly kissed back, offended by Mukuro's remark, before remembering that Mukuro had allowed him to do something that most vampires were never allowed to do. He smiled.

"Thank you. You could've stopped me at any moment... but you didn't."

"I was repaying a favor," the hunter murmured. "Hibarin... I... I have something to confess."

Hibari glanced back a the other, blinking in confusion, and snuggling closer into the other's chest. "What's wrong?" he murmured.

"Hibarin... I think... I think I have Heartsickness," Mukuro breathed, lying down beside Hibarin. The hunter held Hibari closely in his arms, and whispered, "It happened after our last kiss... I suppose the virus was still fresh on my lips when I discovered how much I loved you. How sad I would be if I lost you... I love you... so much... I can't even maintain my pride when I'm around you... I just... crumble."

"That's not true," Hibari murmured. "You're strong for me until you lose yourself to temptation. Regardless... I feel the same way. If you're really Heartsick... then so be it. Because I don't care. I'll look after you. I'll make sure that the Heartsickness doesn't-"

"I need to leave," Mukuro said. "Please. I want us both to be cured."

"But-"

"Just a month," Mukuro stressed. "Make tonight last."

"... I will."

The vampire nuzzled into Mukuro's neck, and softly rasped his tongue over the fresh wound on Mukuro's throat, his eyes growing watery as he imagined a month without the one who bore his true love. He'd have to rely on Basil for relief... and even though that was an all right solution, Basil couldn't fully satisfy his needs like Mukuro could. Gently nursing on the bite mark on Mukuro's neck, Hibari allowed a tear to roll down his cheek and fall onto Mukuro's shoulder. He didn't think he'd be able to take such a long time without the hunter's blood.

Meanwhile, In the darkest corner of the SCSB...

Xanxus groaned, pacing back and forth angrily as he struggled to shake the thoughts from his head. He'd been content to watch the lit tank with Squalo in it, even if the merman had been unconcious. Squalo had saved his life, and deep down, he appreciated that, even if he didn't show it. Xanxus watched Squalo recover every second of the way, observing as the wounds healed, not even craving blood as Squalo slowly regained conciousness. The day when Squalo opened his eyes was as important as the day Xanxus was brought into this center, and when Squalo began to speak again, it made Xanxus give a true smile. But then, that Dino had come in. He had said, quote, "Squalo! You're feeling better, eh? I'm so relieved... I was worried about you." And with that, Dino had picked Squalo from the cage, and carried him back to the merpeople tank.

Now, the vampire was seething with envy, enraged by the tamer's actions. How dare he treat Squalo in that way. Squalo belonged to Xanxus, and him alone. No one could touch Squalo but him. The vampire hissed, throwing his fist into the wall, then coming up to the bars and shaking them fiercely. "Damn scum...!" he hissed. "Messing with my merman..."

Xanxus sank to his knees, trembling with rage, then dug his fingers into the dirt.

"He's made one hell of a mistake... that tamer has."

-End Chapter

And there's the long overdue jealous Xanxus.

Well, hope this warmed people up to the 1869 a little... XD

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