[Fanfiction][9 Ficlets] [6918 only]
I be in a hurry. :x
I was going to write something longer here for the description, but long story short, pretty much I wrote these from a few things ligust_dactna posted on FB that won't be reproduced because quite frankly it it doesn't belong to me. Although I twisted them and so on for what I wrote, I still kind of used them without asking her, thus although this will remain a public post, I'm not going to be posting anywhere else about it (for now??).... -_-;;;
m-_-m""
Also, I will only swear in fiction writing. >| Please don't make me write such words again. D:
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1. WINNERS AND LOSERS
"Oya?"
Fifteen year old Mukuro smirked from his vantage point in the shadows of the dimly-lit alleyway as he caught sight of a tall, dark haired man with beautifully sculpted features and fine, grey eyes he remembered well, approach at a leisurely pace. The man, dressed in a suit, glanced down the dark corridor and entered confidently, as thought he knew full well his destination. Without having to ask, Mukuro knew that this was none other than one Hibari Kyoya, albeit older than he had ever seen him.
"Rokudo Mukuro." Hibari addressed the shadowed teenager evenly and coldly as always as he came to a standstill, although there was an odd gleam in his eye as Mukuro took that one step, emerging from the shadows and Hibari surprisingly stepped close.
It only took Mukuro a few seconds to process and catch on to Hibari's intent and he smirked as Hibari's lips descended on his. Their kiss was as rough and hot as it was painful as Mukuro's lips were raked by rows of sharp teeth well used to biting - but Mukuro relished this pleasurable pain.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out." Hibari growled brusquely in his ear, his hands seeming to have a mind of their own, moving in a most un-Hibari-like manner - no Hibari he was familiar with anyway - but Mukuro only smiled crookedly and drew back a inch to see Hibari's face more closely.
"Kufufu," He gave an amused laugh. "As you wish."
He was very interested in how Kyoya would achieve this and how it would feel, but he understood Hibari well enough to know how much he could push the skylark. Even as he invited Hibari's advance, Mukuro's own teeth were raking at Hibari's neck, making the older man stifle his groans in his throat before he clenched his teeth and tried to move away from Mukuro's persistent mouth, his scowl making his message clear.
"Hibari Kyoya," Mukuro addressed the older man for the first time, a self-satisfied smile gracing his face. "I don't think you can do it." The smile widened. "You've been pleasured by me so many times, you don't know how."
And he stretched - not that far, really - and reached out his tongue, licking a long moist trail just behind Hibari's ear before sealing it with a kiss, making the taller man shiver involuntarily.
"Don't even think about messing with me, you bastard." Hibari ground out around his tightly clenched teeth as Mukuro continued, the perpetual smirk lingering on his face as he continued to tease the older man into submission. Hibari could not resist the arousing motions that had been effective so many times before - although how this Mukuro knew them was a mystery.
"You're fighting a losing battle there, Kyoya." Mukuro murmured almost imperceptibly with a light laugh, as his fingers slowly slid under the edge of Hibari's slacks.
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2. DENIAL
"Uhh, were you guys... making out before you came in?" Yamamoto asked, as tactless as always as he spotted Hibari, necktie loose around his neck and polo shirt hanging half opened.
Hibari gave him a dark look reminiscent of the saying 'if looks could kill', the hard gleam in his eyes obviously warning that any further discussion of the subject would result in his 'discipline'.
Mukuro behind him obviously had no qualms.
"Yes." The Mist Guardian smiled at Yamamoto in obvious amusement, one eyebrow raised higher than the other as if to say 'so what?'.
"Oho, so you did then!" Yamamoto continued, not catching on to the dangerous air emanating from Hibari at all.
"Mukuro jests. We did not." Hibari corrected firmly, suddenly in front of Yamamoto, the end of his highly polished tonfas resting at the base of Yamamoto's throat. "Do you want me to crush your windpipe?"
"Ahaha, not rea-..."
"Now now." Smirking, Mukuro enclosed the shiny steel in his gloved grasp and gripped it firmly, pushing it back in the opposite direction Hibari was forcing it. They struggled for a minute, a battle of wills and of strength as the tonfa trembled between them as they both poured their strength into it until Hibari finally gave Mukuro a dark glare - to which Mukuro returned an equally dark, yet amused, look - and they relaxed.
Hibari glanced with narrowed eyes at the smug smile on Mukuro's face as Mukuro caressed the long, polished metal length suggestively, reminiscent of a similar action with something equally round and hard, but much lower and much much hotter.
Without warning, Hibari's eyes widened as colour flooded his face.
"You despicable bastard." He hissed, as he yanked the tonfa out of Mukuro's grip brusquely and proceeded (in his attempt) to brutally give Mukuro the beating of his life.
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3. GRAVITATION
(what kind of name is that...)
Mukuro, was naturally a stylish person. There was no how to it, he simply was. The clothes he wore were elegant, designed by him, and modelled on the smart military attire of generations past. He looked good in them and they suited the kind of person he was, or at least, appeared to be.
He often thought he made a good couple with his lover. Other than unfailingly elegant, Mukuro often thought his lover looked rather seductive, with his fine features; the clear, determined grey eyes; the tempting mouth set in its hard determined (but mostly just stubborn) line.
Hibari wasn't the type to care much about his appearance, in comparison to his concern about his reputation as 'strongest' - which only made his beauty all the more admirable.
"You're so beautiful, Kyoya." Mukuro murmured into the comfortable darkness.
"What rubbish are you spouting now, herbivore?"
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4. ANIMAL LOVER
"Nyaa."
Hibari turned towards the sound and paused in his step for a second as he listened again closely. It took Mukuro about ten metres and a good ten seconds more before he realised Hibari was no longer at his side, and looked back in question.
Hibari craned his neck and strained his ear, glancing around, trying to locate the source of the sound as Mukuro covered the steps between them until he was standing next to Hibari once again.
"Nyaa."
"Did you hear that?" Hibari asked shortly.
"Yes, I did. Kyoya-"
Hibari turned briskly and walked purposely towards a clump of bushes, deftly yanking out a cardboard box which had been slotted away there, seeming as though he had known exactly what to look for. A kitten sat in the pitiful box, laid simply with a thin blanket, wailing its little lungs out. Mukuro blinked as Hibari reached in slowly and pulled out the small scrap of fur, cradling the poor creature in the warm crook of his arm. His face was impassive as always, but it seemed... softer, almost.
"Oya, so even Hibari can be like this." Mukuro commented, and Hibari's sharp grey eyes snapped to Mukuro immediately, a glimmer of silver visible in his unoccupied hand, even as his other one curled around the small ball of fur protectively.
Protective Hibari. How unusual.
"Let's go." Hibari ordered and turned to head off without waiting.
Mukuro felt his lips turn up in a smile as he followed unhurriedly. This was certainly a sight to see.
And wasn't going to be one he was going to forget any-time soon.
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5. BITINK
(EDIT: not a typo ;D)
It was no secret that Hibari liked to bite, but no one but Mukuro would ever know (unless they saw underneath Hibari's clothes) that Hibari was aroused by biting too, even as he protested and said he detested it - he was meant to be the one biting here, goddammit.
"Stop it, stop it, you herbivore." Hibari hissed as Mukuro raked his teeth over Hibari's chest again drawing an involuntary shiver from the other boy.
"Herbivore? Am I not a meat eater?" Mukuro asked jauntily, laughingly, as he flicked a tongue over Hibari's collarbone and bit into the soft flesh between neck and shoulder, biting deep enough to taste Hibari's coppery blood.
Hibari's response was merely another sharp hiss and a closing of his eyes as he pressed closer.
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6. MISTAKES
"How dare you get that wrong." Hibari hissed, his eyes showing bloody murder at this breach of his personal code even as his face remained serene. "For that, you shall be punished, herbivore."
Mukuro's unwavering smile only angered Hibari more and the grey eyes narrowed as Mukuro's lips stretched and widened into a larger grin.
"Oh, punish me all you like." Mukuro invited in his mocking tone, and come hither eyes.
This was only the beginning.
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7. THE FATE OF BEING ALONE
"Hitoribocchi no Sadame" [I haven't heard this song, ok?]
--> [ETA: I just made it really obvious I have no idea what this song is by not even knowing who sings it. /FAIL]
Sometimes, Mukuro sings at night when he thinks no one is listening. A deep soulful melody which makes even the usually unaffected Hibari, quietly pretending to be asleep, a little subdued by the threads of sadness in the strangely lilting piece.
Deep down, this is the way Mukuro really feels.
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8. PINE CRUSH
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hC-zGnpFhO8&feature=related
Hibari obliterated the last pineapple out of existence.
"The Nappo(s) deserved that." He said shortly, gracing Tsuna with a single dangerous grin and the deadly gleam of his dark eyes as he flicked the enzyme-ridden juice of the poor crushed pineapples onto the now barren soil and turned to stride away.
No one could tell if he meant the pineapples, or the person.
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2. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
"There's only a few minutes until the meeting." Hibari reminded the taller man evenly.
"Kufufu. There's no need to remind me." Mukuro replied. "I am perfectly aware of the time."
"Then," Hibari had to force out his words between Mukuro's kisses, "we should be in there, and not here."
"Ahh, Kyoya." Mukuro merely covered the skylark's mouth with his own and probed deeply into the shorter man's mouth, exploring its depths and taking in the sweetness which would only ever be found on two places (the other he was not going to mention).
The Cloud Guardian stood rigid, making his disapproval quite clear, yet did not push the taller man away, allowing Mukuro's tongue access to dip into his mouth and 'plunder' its depths, allowing the wandering hands to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. ... He was so docile, it was out of character.
Then he bit.
"Ow." Mukuro withdrew his tongue hurriedly lest he lose the use of the organ entirely, retreating, and raised en eyebrow at the somewhat disheveled looking skylark.
"Get moving, herbivore." The Cloud Guardian ordered, shoving Mukuro at the door. Mukuro smirked. He better not mention the state of Hibari's appearance right now.
Just getting a little of his own back.
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I was going to write something longer here for the description, but long story short, pretty much I wrote these from a few things ligust_dactna posted on FB that won't be reproduced because quite frankly it it doesn't belong to me. Although I twisted them and so on for what I wrote, I still kind of used them without asking her, thus although this will remain a public post, I'm not going to be posting anywhere else about it (for now??).... -_-;;;
m-_-m""
Also, I will only swear in fiction writing. >| Please don't make me write such words again. D:
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1. WINNERS AND LOSERS
"Oya?"
Fifteen year old Mukuro smirked from his vantage point in the shadows of the dimly-lit alleyway as he caught sight of a tall, dark haired man with beautifully sculpted features and fine, grey eyes he remembered well, approach at a leisurely pace. The man, dressed in a suit, glanced down the dark corridor and entered confidently, as thought he knew full well his destination. Without having to ask, Mukuro knew that this was none other than one Hibari Kyoya, albeit older than he had ever seen him.
"Rokudo Mukuro." Hibari addressed the shadowed teenager evenly and coldly as always as he came to a standstill, although there was an odd gleam in his eye as Mukuro took that one step, emerging from the shadows and Hibari surprisingly stepped close.
It only took Mukuro a few seconds to process and catch on to Hibari's intent and he smirked as Hibari's lips descended on his. Their kiss was as rough and hot as it was painful as Mukuro's lips were raked by rows of sharp teeth well used to biting - but Mukuro relished this pleasurable pain.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out." Hibari growled brusquely in his ear, his hands seeming to have a mind of their own, moving in a most un-Hibari-like manner - no Hibari he was familiar with anyway - but Mukuro only smiled crookedly and drew back a inch to see Hibari's face more closely.
"Kufufu," He gave an amused laugh. "As you wish."
He was very interested in how Kyoya would achieve this and how it would feel, but he understood Hibari well enough to know how much he could push the skylark. Even as he invited Hibari's advance, Mukuro's own teeth were raking at Hibari's neck, making the older man stifle his groans in his throat before he clenched his teeth and tried to move away from Mukuro's persistent mouth, his scowl making his message clear.
"Hibari Kyoya," Mukuro addressed the older man for the first time, a self-satisfied smile gracing his face. "I don't think you can do it." The smile widened. "You've been pleasured by me so many times, you don't know how."
And he stretched - not that far, really - and reached out his tongue, licking a long moist trail just behind Hibari's ear before sealing it with a kiss, making the taller man shiver involuntarily.
"Don't even think about messing with me, you bastard." Hibari ground out around his tightly clenched teeth as Mukuro continued, the perpetual smirk lingering on his face as he continued to tease the older man into submission. Hibari could not resist the arousing motions that had been effective so many times before - although how this Mukuro knew them was a mystery.
"You're fighting a losing battle there, Kyoya." Mukuro murmured almost imperceptibly with a light laugh, as his fingers slowly slid under the edge of Hibari's slacks.
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2. DENIAL
"Uhh, were you guys... making out before you came in?" Yamamoto asked, as tactless as always as he spotted Hibari, necktie loose around his neck and polo shirt hanging half opened.
Hibari gave him a dark look reminiscent of the saying 'if looks could kill', the hard gleam in his eyes obviously warning that any further discussion of the subject would result in his 'discipline'.
Mukuro behind him obviously had no qualms.
"Yes." The Mist Guardian smiled at Yamamoto in obvious amusement, one eyebrow raised higher than the other as if to say 'so what?'.
"Oho, so you did then!" Yamamoto continued, not catching on to the dangerous air emanating from Hibari at all.
"Mukuro jests. We did not." Hibari corrected firmly, suddenly in front of Yamamoto, the end of his highly polished tonfas resting at the base of Yamamoto's throat. "Do you want me to crush your windpipe?"
"Ahaha, not rea-..."
"Now now." Smirking, Mukuro enclosed the shiny steel in his gloved grasp and gripped it firmly, pushing it back in the opposite direction Hibari was forcing it. They struggled for a minute, a battle of wills and of strength as the tonfa trembled between them as they both poured their strength into it until Hibari finally gave Mukuro a dark glare - to which Mukuro returned an equally dark, yet amused, look - and they relaxed.
Hibari glanced with narrowed eyes at the smug smile on Mukuro's face as Mukuro caressed the long, polished metal length suggestively, reminiscent of a similar action with something equally round and hard, but much lower and much much hotter.
Without warning, Hibari's eyes widened as colour flooded his face.
"You despicable bastard." He hissed, as he yanked the tonfa out of Mukuro's grip brusquely and proceeded (in his attempt) to brutally give Mukuro the beating of his life.
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3. GRAVITATION
(what kind of name is that...)
Mukuro, was naturally a stylish person. There was no how to it, he simply was. The clothes he wore were elegant, designed by him, and modelled on the smart military attire of generations past. He looked good in them and they suited the kind of person he was, or at least, appeared to be.
He often thought he made a good couple with his lover. Other than unfailingly elegant, Mukuro often thought his lover looked rather seductive, with his fine features; the clear, determined grey eyes; the tempting mouth set in its hard determined (but mostly just stubborn) line.
Hibari wasn't the type to care much about his appearance, in comparison to his concern about his reputation as 'strongest' - which only made his beauty all the more admirable.
"You're so beautiful, Kyoya." Mukuro murmured into the comfortable darkness.
"What rubbish are you spouting now, herbivore?"
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4. ANIMAL LOVER
"Nyaa."
Hibari turned towards the sound and paused in his step for a second as he listened again closely. It took Mukuro about ten metres and a good ten seconds more before he realised Hibari was no longer at his side, and looked back in question.
Hibari craned his neck and strained his ear, glancing around, trying to locate the source of the sound as Mukuro covered the steps between them until he was standing next to Hibari once again.
"Nyaa."
"Did you hear that?" Hibari asked shortly.
"Yes, I did. Kyoya-"
Hibari turned briskly and walked purposely towards a clump of bushes, deftly yanking out a cardboard box which had been slotted away there, seeming as though he had known exactly what to look for. A kitten sat in the pitiful box, laid simply with a thin blanket, wailing its little lungs out. Mukuro blinked as Hibari reached in slowly and pulled out the small scrap of fur, cradling the poor creature in the warm crook of his arm. His face was impassive as always, but it seemed... softer, almost.
"Oya, so even Hibari can be like this." Mukuro commented, and Hibari's sharp grey eyes snapped to Mukuro immediately, a glimmer of silver visible in his unoccupied hand, even as his other one curled around the small ball of fur protectively.
Protective Hibari. How unusual.
"Let's go." Hibari ordered and turned to head off without waiting.
Mukuro felt his lips turn up in a smile as he followed unhurriedly. This was certainly a sight to see.
And wasn't going to be one he was going to forget any-time soon.
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5. BITINK
(EDIT: not a typo ;D)
It was no secret that Hibari liked to bite, but no one but Mukuro would ever know (unless they saw underneath Hibari's clothes) that Hibari was aroused by biting too, even as he protested and said he detested it - he was meant to be the one biting here, goddammit.
"Stop it, stop it, you herbivore." Hibari hissed as Mukuro raked his teeth over Hibari's chest again drawing an involuntary shiver from the other boy.
"Herbivore? Am I not a meat eater?" Mukuro asked jauntily, laughingly, as he flicked a tongue over Hibari's collarbone and bit into the soft flesh between neck and shoulder, biting deep enough to taste Hibari's coppery blood.
Hibari's response was merely another sharp hiss and a closing of his eyes as he pressed closer.
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6. MISTAKES
"How dare you get that wrong." Hibari hissed, his eyes showing bloody murder at this breach of his personal code even as his face remained serene. "For that, you shall be punished, herbivore."
Mukuro's unwavering smile only angered Hibari more and the grey eyes narrowed as Mukuro's lips stretched and widened into a larger grin.
"Oh, punish me all you like." Mukuro invited in his mocking tone, and come hither eyes.
This was only the beginning.
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7. THE FATE OF BEING ALONE
"Hitoribocchi no Sadame" [I haven't heard this song, ok?]
--> [ETA: I just made it really obvious I have no idea what this song is by not even knowing who sings it. /FAIL]
Sometimes, Mukuro sings at night when he thinks no one is listening. A deep soulful melody which makes even the usually unaffected Hibari, quietly pretending to be asleep, a little subdued by the threads of sadness in the strangely lilting piece.
Deep down, this is the way Mukuro really feels.
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8. PINE CRUSH
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hC-zGnpFhO8&feature=related
Hibari obliterated the last pineapple out of existence.
"The Nappo(s) deserved that." He said shortly, gracing Tsuna with a single dangerous grin and the deadly gleam of his dark eyes as he flicked the enzyme-ridden juice of the poor crushed pineapples onto the now barren soil and turned to stride away.
No one could tell if he meant the pineapples, or the person.
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2. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
"There's only a few minutes until the meeting." Hibari reminded the taller man evenly.
"Kufufu. There's no need to remind me." Mukuro replied. "I am perfectly aware of the time."
"Then," Hibari had to force out his words between Mukuro's kisses, "we should be in there, and not here."
"Ahh, Kyoya." Mukuro merely covered the skylark's mouth with his own and probed deeply into the shorter man's mouth, exploring its depths and taking in the sweetness which would only ever be found on two places (the other he was not going to mention).
The Cloud Guardian stood rigid, making his disapproval quite clear, yet did not push the taller man away, allowing Mukuro's tongue access to dip into his mouth and 'plunder' its depths, allowing the wandering hands to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. ... He was so docile, it was out of character.
Then he bit.
"Ow." Mukuro withdrew his tongue hurriedly lest he lose the use of the organ entirely, retreating, and raised en eyebrow at the somewhat disheveled looking skylark.
"Get moving, herbivore." The Cloud Guardian ordered, shoving Mukuro at the door. Mukuro smirked. He better not mention the state of Hibari's appearance right now.
Just getting a little of his own back.
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