[PRIVATE- absolutely no hacking. If anyone tries to read this, they'll get nothing but white noise. Except... it's possible that Gokudera might be able to see it. If he wants to.]
Hands on his back, digging through his hair, lips covering his as he rocked his hips against an eager body, tasting smoke and ash-
It's not him. I don't care. I don't give a damn about either of them, I don't, it doesn't matter-
A pliant body for him to hold, touch, bite, everything; it's just another kind of fighting, isn't it, but this is better because he's always, always the winner and he knows it by how Gokudera screams- though he'd come here intending to make him scream another way-
Damn both of them to hell. I don't care. I have no interest in either of them, and the Bucking Horse can just stay at home-
Anger, rage- maybe sadness? -did he cause that? Yes. But he's never felt bad about it before, he shouldn't now, but somehow this is different and he hates it-
Damn you for making me feel like this. I shouldn't- I... I'll bite you to death.
(OOC: If this seems sort of disjointed, it's because Hibari is dreaming through this whole thing- the bits that are memory and the commentary both included. So, yeah. None of this was intentional on his part.)