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Sparks Will Fly	By : EllieRamsey Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 4496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N - Ta da! Erm - yeah, so it's been a while since I updated... But I have this whole story plotted out, and will absolutely finish it...
Mukuro’s body lay curled up on the bed in Reborn’s apartment. He did have a place of his own, but as Ken, Chikusa and Fran all had keys and would make themselves at home at random times of day or night, he was likely to be distracted at an inopportune time if he was there. Or at least, that was the intention. Mukuro currently wondered if he didn’t want to be distracted, to have an excuse to call a halt to the whole day.
Hibari may not have gone back on his word, but it seemed to Mukuro that he was determined to make the experience as boring as possible. After taking possession of him at the agreed time and looking forward to a morning in bed to ‘explore’ his emotionally challenged lover both physically and mentally, Mukuro was instead confronted with a long list of things to do, designed to keep Mukuro as preoccupied as possible.
Mukuro could have understood doing a bit of shopping, but visiting seven different shops for a random variety of food he had never seen Hibari eat seemed excessive. And this was followed by instructions to pick up identical suits from three different drycleaners, each located in different districts of the city.
If Mukuro didn’t know better, he would have said Hibari was playing with him. Hibari, however, said nothing, merely sat at the back of his mind as Mukuro ran errands on his behalf, his permanent bad mood merging with a feeling of satisfaction as Mukuro sighed in frustration at the never ending chores.
And now he was on the latest one, potentially the most boring of them all. The Vongola monthly meeting. The mafia made Mukuro itch, reminding him how much he hated it, and how much he hated himself for tolerating it in his life. He still wanted to destroy it, he still despised them all, but slowly and irrevocably he’d been drawn towards the Vongola, putting up with them for Hibari’s sake. His desire for revenge lingered at the back of his mind, a constant feeling of unfinished business.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be quite so bad, he thought to himself. At least he could amuse himself seeing the Vongola world through Hibari’s eyes. Hibari himself seemed slightly more reticent, and that to Mukuro was definitely a good sign. He was never going to learn what was bothering him if Hibari only showed him what he wanted Mukuro to see. And Hibari’s inner control throughout the day had been nothing less than perfect. Cool, calm and collected, Mukuro had learned nothing.
[Remember, Illusionist. No one can know that I’m letting you do this] For the first time all day Hibari’s disembodied voice sounded tense.
Mukuro grinned as he bounded up the stone steps to the sprawling villa. [Your secrets are safe with me] he thought back, pushing open the massive doors with a flourish and stepping into the cool, wide entranceway.
Hibari rolled his eyes. [I’m serious] he said. [You can’t just be IN me, you’ll have to actually BE me, for the next few hours at least].
[Hours?] Mukuro groaned. [What on earth can Tsunayoshi have to talk about that could take that long? Are you sure you need to be here? I can think of plenty of things to do more fun than this]
[Yes. I like knowing what is going on, even if you don’t]
[I’ll try to pay attention] said Mukuro, making his way down the long corridor to the massive conference room. [But I can’t promise anything]
[Do better than try, Mukuro…]
Hibari’s train of thought was abruptly cut off as Yamamoto burst out of a room to the side.
“Hey, Hibari,” he said, an easy smile splitting his face, his friendly brown eyes crinkling at the edges. “How was Rome?”
“Rome was-” Mukuro stopped. He didn’t actually know how the Rome mission had gone, Hibari hadn’t volunteered any details about the whole thing and Mukuro hadn’t bothered to ask him.
“Yeah.” Yamamoto nodded and thankfully misinterpreted Mukuro’s hesitation. “I’d heard it was difficult. Successful in the end though.” He cheerfully clapped Hibari on the back, hard enough to make him stagger.
Mukuro winced at the blow. “Of course,” he replied. He was distracted from asking Hibari what had happened by Yamamoto bounding off down the corridor in front of them. Mukuro smiled to himself as Hibari’s eyes were drawn towards the tall, athletic man striding purposefully towards the meeting, his broad shoulders tapering to a trim waist, long, muscular legs, all clothed in a perfectly fitted Armani suit.
[I can tell where you want to look] smirked Mukuro. [You think he has a nice ass]
[He does have a nice ass] replied Hibari.
[Oh? Nicer than mine?]
[Maybe] said Hibari. [He does still play a lot of sport. His stamina is to die for]
Before Mukuro could enquire as to exactly how Hibari knew the ins and outs of Yamamoto’s stamina, a shout from behind made him jump.
“Kyouya!” Tsuna called, running down the corridor clutching a massive pile of papers to his chest. “I’m so sorry I haven’t caught up with you yet. Are you OK? I heard what happened from Reborn.”
“I’m fine, Herbivore.”
“I would never have…” Tsuna trailed off. “Herbivore?” he said, tilting his head, warmth sparkling in his large amber eyes. “You haven’t called me that in years.”
“I am feeling nostalgic,” replied Mukuro.
[Nice save] thought Hibari, although Mukuro could tell he was unamused.
“Nostalgic, huh?” grinned Tsuna, “Erm, OK. But seriously, Thanks for Rome. I’m glad it was you there.”
“It would have gone just as well had Mukuro gone,” said Mukuro, loyal to himself if nothing else.
To his chagrin Tsuna began to laugh. “And now you’re making jokes,” he chuckled. “Are you sure you’re OK, Kyouya?” He shuddered. “I dread to think what would have happened if my erstwhile Mist Guardian had been let loose in a situation like that,” he continued. “We’d probably still be clearing up the mess.”
Mukuro’s eyes widened in indignation, but Hibari growling at the back of his mind kept his tongue in check.
“I take it he’s not coming,” said Tsuna, holding the door to the conference room open and motioning Mukuro through it.
“He’d rather chew off his own testicles to listen to you ramble on about mafia crap,” said Mukuro, still smarting at the insult.
Tsuna merely laughed again. “That’s exactly what he said.”
Another warning growl from Hibari changed Mukuro’s mind about continuing the conversation, instead he entered the room, pulled out a seat and sat down, drumming his fingers on the smooth, mahogany surface in front of him. Almost immediately his senses were assaulted by heady, spicy cologne as Reborn sat down in the adjacent chair, shifting towards him, wilfully invading his personal space.
“Nice job, Kid. Can always rely on you to deliver the goods.”
Mukuro glanced at him. Glossy black curls framed arrogant, aquiline features, his wide sensuous mouth twitching into a smirk, his pitch black eyes hungry and debauched. Mukuro swallowed, he’d never really felt comfortable in Reborn’s presence, he was too unpredictable and unreadable for Mukuro’s liking, and he sensed that the feeling was mutual. Inside him he could suddenly sense Hibari shiver with suppressed excitement, startling Mukuro with its intensity.
“Thanks,” he said, relieved his voice didn’t betray his unease at the wiry hitman’s proximity or Hibari’s reaction. “It wasn’t easy, but I managed it.”
Reborn’s eyes bored into him, for a moment Mukuro was certain he could see right through him. “Yeah,” he replied. “You did.” He leaned back and casually draped an arm over the back of Mukuro’s chair. Again, where he would have expected Hibari to bristle at the possessive gesture, instead there was… arousal. Curious, he thought.
“You still on for later?” Reborn asked.
“Erm. Yes?” said Mukuro. “I’m looking forward to it.”
A smile crept across Reborn’s face. “Of course you are,” he said, then laughed. “We can sort this bet out once and for all.” Disconcerted, Mukuro refrained from asking what he was talking about and instead looked away and saw Chrome, shyly entering the room and sitting down at the end of the long table. Finally an ally, he thought to himself in relief, catching her eye and grinning broadly, delighted to see her.
For a moment Mukuro was confused as Chrome’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth dropped open and her soft round cheeks blushed a furious pink.
[Shit. I forgot I was being you] He looked over again, only to see Chrome hastily look away, chewing on her bottom lip and flustered at the attention.
Inside him Hibari hissed. [Behave, Illusionist] he said, his inner voice quivering with forced patience.
[I AM behaving] retorted Mukuro, although he couldn’t resist another glance at Chrome, his heart skipping a little as she tentatively smiled back at him, unconsciously playing with her hair. He forced himself to look away, and ended up gazing straight across the table at Gokudera.
The Storm Guardian’s wide-set aquamarine eyes were half-closed behind wire-framed glasses, long lashes casting shadows over his pale, flawless cheekbones, framed by a curtain of soft silver hair. His red silk shirt was creased, undone at the collar, his black tie loose around his neck. Chipped black varnish decorated his nails, his wrists and throat adorned by multiple bracelets and necklaces that caught the light when he moved. He was quite stunning looking really, mused Mukuro.
Suddenly Gokudera yawned and Mukuro was assaulted by memories of his cock disappearing into that hot, eager mouth, his pink sulky lips creating perfect suction, working magic up and down his length, the flat of his tongue languidly trailing up the underside, the tip probing at the slit before swallowing…
[Holy shit! You and Gokudera? Seriously?] Sweat broke out on his brow, his pants suddenly felt entirely too tight.
Hibari refrained from replying but he didn’t seem too perturbed by his inadvertent revelations.
[Yamamoto know?] asked Mukuro, curiosity getting the better of him, reaching for a glass of water in the centre of the table.
For a moment there was silence in Hibari’s mind, then with evil intent new images flickered into clarity in front of Mukuro’s eyes.
He sat on the edge of a large double bed, leaning back on his hands, his clothes in a neat pile on the chair. Gokudera was on his knees in front of him, also naked except for his jewellery, his eyes blinded by a tie wrapped around his head, his hot palms braced against Hibari’s thighs. He panted through parted lips as he waited for instructions, his breath tickling Hibari’s throbbing cock, bobbing only inches from Gokudera’s wet, willing mouth.
“Blow him.”
As Gokudera immediately bent his head to obey the command, Hibari sucked in air and resisted the urge to buck upwards, fisting the sheets instead. He looked up, locking eyes with Yamamoto, sprawled in an armchair on the other side of the room. The Rain Guardian was staring at them, his eyes narrowed, his normally easy smile replaced by one that was utterly decadent. One lithe, muscular leg was draped over the arm of the chair, the other planted firmly on the floor and his shirt was undone, exposing a toned, tanned torso. He stretched languidly, one hand behind his head, the other slowly palming his glorious cock, long and thick, and curving slightly towards his stomach.
Hibari’s mouth went dry and his ass twitched in expectation, knowing that at some point he too would be on his knees, his arms pinned behind him in a cast iron embrace, that perfect length pressing inside him, splitting him open, filling him…
Mukuro coughed as Hibari calmly shut down the memory, the water he was trying to swallow spraying out of his nose, making his eyes water. He inelegantly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, while around the table eyes turned towards him. He coloured slightly.
“You alright there?” drawled Reborn. “Not like you to have problems swallowing.”
As the suggestive words registered, Mukuro scowled. “Fuck you,” he replied under his breath, but Reborn merely grinned wider, appraising Mukuro with a knowing look.
Fortunately Tsuna was more sympathetic and discretely passed him a tissue before shuffling the papers and calling the meeting to order. Almost immediately Mukuro was bored and irritated.
[So] he said in his mind, glad that the attention had turned back to the Vongola boss and his heart had slowed to a more normal pace. [What the hell was that all about? I’m going to struggle not to embarrass you if you keep assaulting my mind like that]
He could sense challenge in Hibari’s mind as he firmly pushed Mukuro to the edges. [I get horny after missions] he said. [If you can’t control yourself, leave. If you stay, be quiet. I want to listen to what Sawada has to say]
Hibari studiously ignored any reply, and not wanting to risk any more eye contact with anyone else in the room, Mukuro amused himself by drawing pictures with a finger in the spilled water in front of him. So engrossed he became in his impromptu artwork, he didn’t realise Tsuna had spoken to him.
“Huh?” he said, looking up and realising that everyone’s attention was on him again.
“We were talking about the upcoming mission,” said Tsuna, trying hard to keep the confusion and concern off his face. “It’s not for a month or so, but considering what happened in Rome, it might…”
Mukuro watched as the other cleared his throat and swallowed. “Hibari, it might be an idea if someone accompanies you on the next mission. Not that anyone thinks you cant-”
“Oh. Ok. I’ll take Mukuro,” said Mukuro.
Tsuna blinked in surprise. “You will?”
“Sure.” He smiled broadly. “He is your strongest Guardian after all.”
Inside him Hibari snorted with derision.
“I… It… It would be useful to have a Mist user there,” said Tsuna cautiously. “If you can persuade him to accompany you, that would be… fantastic. But Mukuro… he doesn’t really like…”
“Leave it with me,” said Mukuro. “I’m sure I can persuade him.”
Reborn sniggered. “Hibari is quite adept at persuading Mukuro to do things,” he said, glancing in Mukuro’s direction and raising an elegant eyebrow.
“He’s quite reasonable if you ask nicely,” said Mukuro.
“Indeed.” Reborn’s knowing smile widened, leaving Mukuro unsettled. He was relieved when Tsuna moved to the next item on the agenda and zoned out again, focusing on analysing Hibari’s reactions, letting the conversation carry on around him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Chrome’s eyes sparkle with gratitude and happiness, going some way to counter Hibari’s scorn at his words.
Before long the meeting was over, and Mukuro stood up.
[So what next?] he thought. [Spring clean your apartment? Go to the gym for a few hours?]
Before Hibari could answer, Reborn was standing next to him, his eyes dark, his expression devious.
“Well?” he asked. “Ready?”
Inside him Mukuro could feel Hibari hesitate. Mukuro was intrigued, Hibari was normally so decisive, yet now he seemed to be uncertain as to what to say. What on earth could Reborn be planning, he thought to himself, curiosity sending delicious shivers through him. Hibari was doing his utmost to suppress his feelings, and mostly succeeding, but both excitement and discomfort seeped into Mukuro’s consciousness, perplexing him further. He wasn’t exactly jealous, but he’d be lying if he said he had never wondered what Reborn and Hibari got up to when they were together.
[It’s up to you] said Hibari eventually. [But if you do this, don’t complain if you find things out that you don’t want to know]
[There is nothing I don’t want to know] Mukuro thought back, although if he was being honest, he did respect Hibari’s privacy. Hibari’s reactions were confusing to say the least, and while Reborn seemed to be particularly lascivious, he was like that normally. And then there was this bet that he’d mentioned. Perhaps that was the source of Hibari’s bad mood, he didn’t like to lose at anything. Perhaps if he won the bet for Hibari, then he’d stop being in such a mood with him.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” he said to Reborn, eager for a distraction if nothing else.
He followed Reborn through the labyrinthine corridors of Tsuna’s mansion in silence. The wiry hitman said nothing as he led the way, and inside him Hibari was equally quiet, neither of them giving nothing away as to what was about to happen. It seemed to take forever, and just when Mukuro was wondering how he would ever find his way back again, Reborn opened a panel in the wall that led to a long, winding staircase that went down to the bowels of the earth itself.
They were heading for the training rooms, he realised, although he shouldn’t be surprised, it made sense for Reborn and Hibari to train together. He knew that they existed below the mansion, but he was taken aback by the sheer scale of the building deep underground.
[Holy shit, this place is massive] he thought, his eyes wide as Reborn continued to stride in his lazy, elegant way through the wide, sterile corridors, the harsh, unnatural light glaring off the pristine surfaces. On either side of the corridors were double doors at regular intervals, what was behind them hidden by frosted glass panels.
[Yeah] agreed Hibari. [Reborn built it. It’s an emergency base, pretty much end-of-the-world proof, spreads under the whole estate. Tsuna had to stop him expanding it in the end, he would probably just have kept building]
[So what’s down here?]
[Everything] Hibari laughed. [Personalised training spaces, gyms, swimming pool, there’s labs and a library for Gokudera, a comms base, dorms, kitchens, and…]
He stopped abruptly.
[And?]
[You’ll see] said Hibari quietly, his emotions retreating even further. Whatever was about to happen, Hibari was determined not to spoil the surprise, but even through his legendary self-control Mukuro could sense excitement setting his nerves on fire. Hibari might have been adept at keeping his mind calm, but there was no mistaking his cock pulsing as they strode closer to their secret destination. Mukuro’s mouth watered at the thought of finding out, Hibari’s expectation fuelling his own anticipation.
Suddenly Reborn came to a halt. They had reached the end of a particularly long corridor, the door they stood in front of looked exactly the same as the many others they had walked past. Reborn reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a card, swiping through the reader on the wall at the side.
He turned to Mukuro and grinned. “No second thoughts?” he asked.
“Never,” replied Mukuro, then his eyes widened in surprise as Reborn moved closer and slowly pushed him up against the wall. His movements were confident, unhurried as his manicured fingers wrapped themselves around Mukuro’s wrists, his wide, sensuous mouth covering Mukuro’s own, kissing him deeply. For one moment Mukuro’s mind whirled, his senses as assaulted as his body.
It felt strange and slightly disloyal to be kissing Reborn, but he couldn’t deny it was an amazing experience. The wiry hitman’s body pressed hard against his own, his hands trapped beside his head, his mind whirling. To say Reborn was a good kisser would be an understatement, Mukuro’s knees felt weak as his mouth was languorously explored, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
He sagged with disappointment when Reborn released him and opened the door.
“After you,” he said, and Mukuro felt Hibari shudder. Shock coursed through him as Reborn flicked the lights on.
[What the actual fuck?!] he thought, only just keeping the sentiments to himself. With an ominous clank, Reborn closed the door behind them and bolted it.
The room was large and dimly lit, the sterile metal greyness of the corridor replaced by rough hewn stone and warm dark wood. The walls were carved out of the rock itself, un-faced and undecorated except for solid oak beams that stretched from floor to ceiling at irregular intervals, supporting shelves and racks. The flagstone floor was covered with rich, red rugs, an opulent bed was up against the far wall, partially hidden by screens, deep leather sofas pushed against the opposite wall, adorned with blankets and cushions.
If that had been all there was in the room, it might have seemed normal, inviting even bathed as it was in the soft light. But the majority of the space was taken up with crosses and benches and tables that stood heavy and silent with iron rings and leather straps dangling from them, casting ominous shadows in the gloom. The shelves bulged with toys and restraints, the racks laden with crops and paddles and floggers.
A dungeon he thought, his mouth gaping open as he looked around him in utter disbelief. Reborn built himself a fucking bondage dungeon right beneath Tsunayoshi’s villa.
He moved slowly into the room, his hand trailing over a padded spanking horse as he passed by it, impressed by its quality. It was solid and well constructed, if not particularly comfortable to be strapped down to.
Mukuro was aware of Reborn watching him as he wandered further into the room. He assumed Hibari had been here before, and knew he had to act that way in order to avoid suspicion. It wasn't as hard as it might have been.
[It's a St Andrews Cross] Hibari informed him as he slowly stroked the warm wood, wrapping his hands around the chains at the top and giving them an experimental pull.
[I know that] he replied, suppressing a smile at Hibari's surprise. [I’m impressed, actually. This is quite a set up you’ve got here]
[Oh?] came the tense reply. [You've done this before?]
Mukuro's smile made its way unbidden to his lips as he slipped his wrist into the restraint, admiring the soft silk inside it that caressed his skin.
[Yeah] He didn't elaborate, keeping his memories to himself, amused by Hibari's startled reaction.
[Who with?]
Mukuro began to grin, finally feeling like he'd got the upper hand. Hibari was jealous, it was the first genuine emotion he had exhibited all day.
[It was a long time ago]
[Someone I know?]
[Perhaps]
Their internal conversation was interrupted by Reborn, observing Mukuro from the door, an intrigued look on his face.
"We can't do this with your clothes on," he said. Mukuro swallowed hard.
"I guess we can't," Mukuro replied, slowly reaching up to open the collar of Hibari's shirt. Even though he was in Hibari's body and not his own, he suddenly felt self-conscious about being naked in front of the other man. He ignored the discomfort. Reborn had seen Hibari naked before, and Hibari himself was never embarrassed or awkward in these situations.
He unbuttoned the cuffs and pulled the shirt over his head, dropping it in a heap on a nearby chair. Then he kicked off his shoes and undid his belt and zipper, letting his pants and underwear drop to his ankles. With a deft flick he kicked the clothing on top of the shirt, then bent to remove his socks.
It took quite an effort not to cover himself, but Mukuro forced his hands to stay by his side as Reborn lazily appraised him.
"Nice," said the wiry hitman, his eyes darkening as he approached. "Now, what's your safeword?"
Mukuro suddenly realised what was about to happen. [Are you sure about this?] he thought. [I mean, this is really…]
[You wanted to know] came the terse reply. [I have no secrets from you]
Mukuro could have laughed at the lie, if Reborn hadn’t been slowly advancing towards him.
"Erm..." he mumbled, unsure of what to say.
"Don't make me wait," growled Reborn, the tone of his voice suggesting it was unwise not to obey. Inside him Hibari remained silent, but Mukuro could sense it was taking all of his concentration to stay focused.
"Skylark," Mukuro blurted out. "Safeword is skylark."
Reborn blinked, then a wicked grin spread across his face. "Cute," he replied. Inside him, Mukuro could suddenly sense guilt permeate Hibari's almost impenetrable defences.
[Skylark?]
[Why not?] Mukuro thought back. [You’re the first thing that comes to mind when I think about being safe]
The guilt intensified, mixed with a deep swirling feeling of unease.
[You should go, Mukuro. We shouldn't be doing this]
For some reason Hibari sounded panicked. His anger and frustration had dissipated substantially, and in its wake was a feeling of confusion and helplessness.
[Fuck no] laughed Mukuro, his curiosity peaking at Hibari's conflicted emotions. He was close, he realised, close to finding out what on earth was wrong. [You don't get to change your mind now]
He felt Hibari hesitate, then he gently started to push Mukuro out. [Go] he whispered. [This was a mistake]
"I agree with your assessment of Mukuro's abilities," Reborn said suddenly, bringing both their attention back into the room. "I'm glad you've finally realised his potential."
The pushing abruptly stopped and the rage came back with a vengeance. As Mukuro’s name was mentioned, Hibari became furious. What the HELL had he done to deserve this, he wondered.
"Well, I'm glad too," he replied, knowing it would wind Hibari up even further. "He might even be stronger than me."
Reborn laughed. "That's what we're here to find out," he said cryptically. "Now, get over there."
Again the tone of voice was such that Mukuro felt compelled to obey. Arousal sparked through Hibari too, along with a sudden feeling of helplessness that Mukuro found difficult to interpret.
Reborn pointed towards a wide wooden bench. At one end restraints hung from iron rings, a series of leather straps were attached either side of its length. At the other end were adjustable bars, angled upwards and again adorned with leather straps. Mukuro straddled it and shifted himself so he was lying down, his knees bent, his heels resting on the end.
"Hands," ordered Reborn, standing by his head. Mukuro took a deep breath and raised his arms, trying not to shiver as leather was cinched around his wrists and buckled into place. "How's that?" the other asked. "Too tight? Not tight enough?" Mukuro tested them by twisting. There was a bit of give in them, they weren't going to cut off his circulation, but movement would be near to impossible.
"They're fine," he replied, his pulse racing. It had been a long time since he’d done anything like this, and he had no idea what Reborn was planning. A part of him had missed it though, and the expectation of the unknown had always been something that Mukuro enjoyed. Inside him Hibari had gone deathly quiet, retreating so far Mukuro could barely sense he was there.
If Reborn was aware of any inner turmoil he didn't let it show, instead moving elegantly to the end of the bench, standing looking at him from between Hibari's knees. With a wicked smile he slowly caressed the inside of Hibari's thighs, before taking hold of his hips and pulling him towards him, his ass off the end, his thighs wrapped around Reborn’s waist for support. The restraints allowed for little movement, but even so, his arms straightened painfully above his head.
"How are you doing?" the wiry hitman asked, his voice low and serious.
"OK," replied Mukuro. "I think."
“Good,” said Reborn, smoothing a palm over the flushed skin of Hibari’s chest, before pinching a nipple between his thumb and fingers. Mukuro let out a yelp and arched off the bench. It felt so strange, he thought, far odder than he'd expected, to be in someone else's body whilst doing this. It wasn't the same at all as touching himself, or remembering Hibari's other lovers. In those situations there was an element of control, of distance, but with someone else the reactions were his own. He could not believe how sensitive Hibari’s body was, how intense even gentle caresses felt. It was almost painful to be touched, and Mukuro marvelled at how knowledgeable, how familiar Reborn was with Hibari's body as he slowly teased him. He certainly seemed to know how to elicit responses far easier than Mukuro did, he was hard and aching for release within moments.
"Legs," ordered Reborn, his voice seeming a bit distant now. Mukuro wriggled to get as comfortable as possible as Reborn adjusted the height of the bars, breathing in sharply as his legs were bent and restraints were wrapped around his thighs and above his knees. Once movement was impossible, his stomach clenched with the feeling of being spread and open and vulnerable. Ignoring his own building nervousness, Mukuro forced himself to analyse Hibari's emotions instead, as dim as they were over his own. Hibari was... tense... angry… aroused. He could feel him straining against the bonds both inside and out, the feeling of helplessness both hated and craved. He liked this, Mukuro realised, and hated himself for liking it. Hibari fought against falling, a feeling of vertigo throwing him off balance.
Reborn hummed as he approached Mukuro from the side and methodically buckled the straps over his chest and stomach. "Don't want you jerking around too much," he said. Mukuro had no reply. The leather was cool against his skin, slightly constricting his rapid breathing.
Reborn smiled at him, and nodded. "Ready?"
"I guess so."
With his torso was firmly strapped to the bench Mukuro craned his neck as far as he could to watch Reborn pull a trolley towards him and remove the black material that was covering it. He couldn't see clearly what was on it, but his imagination went wild and his cock twitched in expectation. Reborn grabbed a tube of lubricant and generously coated his fingers with it. Inside him Mukuro could tell Hibari wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and focus on his control, but Mukuro was mesmerised and while it made his muscles ache, he couldn't take his eyes off what Reborn was doing. They locked eyes, Mukuro hissing slightly as cool, slippery fingers traced lazy circles around his ass, his muscles twitching in expectation.
His breathing sped up, and a solitary groan escaped his lips as Reborn pushed a single digit into him, then another.
Reborn's fingers were long, and he seemed to know exactly what speed, depth and how to curl them to instantly send shivers down Mukuro's spine.
His effortless efficiency went some way to calming Hibari down,
Slicking up his other hand, Reborn wrapped it around Hibari's aching cock, fisting and twisting in time with his fingers, bringing Hibari to the brink with ruthless speed. Hibari's arousal mixed with his own, sometimes in conflict, sometimes in harmony at Reborn's lazy ministrations. Different nerves, different sensations, different pain and pleasure impulses, Mukuro heard himself whimper as his climax drew near, but then Reborn stopped, making him almost shout out in frustration.
Again Mukuro craned his neck to see what the other was doing. Inside him, Hibari had retreated, anticipation and nervousness flooding through him in equal measure, as though he knew what were coming.
"Still OK?" asked Reborn, although his attention was on the trolley with its various paraphernalia this time.
"Yeah," croaked Mukuro, twisting even further, his aching cock dripping pre-cum onto his stomach. "Get on with it."
Reborn looked up and grinned. "Oh, there's no need to rush this," he laughed. "In fact, the slower the better."
He moved between Hibari's legs again, and with expert fingers wrapped a cock ring around the base of Hibari's length, then another just under the head. Mukuro blinked in surprise, they seemed completely normal except for metal buttons decorating them inside and out, and thin wires trailing from them heading back towards the trolley. Then he noticed Reborn had a thick black and metal dildo in his other hand, again with wires ominously snaking from it.
"Fuck," Mukuro whispered to himself. "Just... fuck."
He let his head fall back against the bench and willed himself to relax. Cool hands stroked his thighs again then cupped his aching balls, massaging them as a distraction as the metal pushed gently against his entrance. His breathing was shaky and his skin began to glow as the length slipped into him with little resistance.
Reborn slowly pushed it further into him, then suddenly there was a pulse. Mukuro jumped as his muscles spasmed in response and his breath hitched. Then again, stronger, a tapping sensation inside him, startling in its intensity. The tapping sped up and increased in strength, and Mukuro could do nothing but lie there, eyes focused on the grey stone ceiling above him as his cock and ass twitched. He could deal with this, he thought, it wasn’t so bad, but then the tapping switched to a harsh vibration and without any control he felt himself twist against the restraints. Suddenly, painfully aware of his immobility, Mukuro cried out as the pulse of vibrations surged inside him. He couldn't tell if it was painful or pleasurable, or if it was just pure sensation ripping through him. The pulse waned just as rapidly, leaving him shaking on the table, then all his muscles tensed at once as it flared up again.
He heard himself shouting out as his nerve ending were mercilessly tormented, then whimpered as the sensations receded. He tried to brace himself for the next round but it did no good, it was still as shocking as the first time, and he yelled again, dimly aware that he could make all the noise he liked, that no one other than Reborn would ever be able to hear him.
His skin swiftly became slick, his wrists sliding inside the leather restraints, his chest heaving against the straps securing him to the bench. Beads of sweat formed and tickled as they ran down his face and neck, stinging his eyes, adding to his torment. Inside him Hibari was becoming increasingly agitated, but there was nothing Mukuro could do.
The vibrations surged again, this time remaining peaked for eternity before abating, then began to pulse, hard and fast. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the sensations got stronger and stronger and faster and faster. He wanted to come, was desperate to come, but at the same time just couldn't, the pressure inside him building to levels he didn't think possible.
Reborn took hold of the dildo and began fucking him with it, the smooth metal sliding in and out of him with ease. Mukuro closed his eyes, took a deep breath and focused on feeling. An incoherent stream of expletives fell from his lips as the sensations built again, his erection strained and painful, his balls ready to explode. He wanted it to stop, but at the same time he wanted more.
Then all of a sudden Hibari wrenched back control, just as another wave of vibrations began to surge. Without Mukuro controlling it, Hibari's body contorted violently, Mukuro could feel his joints wrenching out of their sockets, muscles tearing in their attempt to get away from the sensation, his flesh bruising as he writhed against the straps.
"RED!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "RED RED RED!!!" His voice was laced with hysteria, a desperation that Mukuro didn't even know he was capable of.
Everything stopped.
Dimly Mukuro was aware of being released, of strong, steady hands undoing the buckles and clasps, of sitting him upright. A warm, soft blanket was wrapped around his heaving shoulders, a water bottle pressed to his lips, urging him to drink.
He was aware of Hibari shaking violently, his mind racing as fast as his heart. He was aware of Reborn, close but not touching, intuitively understanding Hibari's need for personal space.
Eventually the fog in his mind lifted, and his breathing evened out, the shaking subsiding although Hibari still juddered with residual twitches every now and then.
"See," said Reborn eventually, an evil grin spreading across his face once some of Hibari's composure had returned. "I told you he could take more than you."
Ice stole its way down Mukuro's spine and his stomach clenched at the words. Immediately he retook control of Hibari's body and looked at Reborn directly.
The wiry hitman tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Hello Mukuro," he said quietly.
Mukuro swallowed down bile. "You knew I was here all along," he whispered. "You set me up."
Reborn nodded, unrepentantly. "Yeah. I knew. But I would have known anyway, even if it hadn't been arranged. You talk differently. You move differently." He glanced over to the messy pile of clothes on the chair next to them. "You undress differently," he said, then looked back at Mukuro, his eyes narrowing in amusement. "And you react very differently. Just as I predicted." He looked pleased with himself.
"You arranged this?"
"Well, we both did."
"I didn't give you permission to do this," said Mukuro, Hibari's betrayal making his voice crack. "I want no part of your fucked up little games."
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" retorted Reborn. "It was fun. We should do this again."
"No," whispered Mukuro. "I don’t think so."
Inside him Hibari fidgeted. [Don't over react, Illusionist]
Mukuro felt sick. [I give you space] he thought. [I respect your boundaries. I put up with all your emotional shit. And then you do this. Is this all you think of me? That I’m some fucking toy to win a bet with?]
[You're being melodramatic]
[How could you?]
[Easily] replied Hibari, a nasty edge to his thoughts. [You wanted to be in me, Reborn wanted to test your limits. You both got what you wanted]
[Limits?] echoed Mukuro in disbelief. [You have no fucking idea what my limits are]
[Well they're better than mine] Hibari retorted angrily. [You should be happy. You wanted to learn something about me, Reborn made his point, I lost the bet. You are, in fact, stronger than I am]
[Yeah] thought Mukuro, his gut churning at Hibari's selfish, self-centred view of the situation. [I'm ecstatic, can't you tell?]
Inside him Hibari rolled his eyes. [Seriously Illusionist, if you feel the need, we can discuss this later]
Mukuro shook his head. [No] he said. [I'm out of here] He could feel Hibari's frustration filtering though their connection.
[Just wait for me at the apartment] he ordered. [Don't do anything stupid]
[Stupid?] Mukuro laughed bitterly. [I haven't been anything but stupid since I met you]
~oOo~
Mukuro blinked rapidly as he re-entered his own body. Despite the heat, he shivered, his skin clammy and uncomfortable, his flesh crawling when he remembered what had just happened.
How could you? he whispered to himself, still partially in denial, still not wanting to believe that Hibari cared so little for him. It hurt, he realised, more than he wanted to admit, but it was anger that seeded itself deep within him, an anger that quickly dominated his emotions. He unpeeled himself from the sticky sheets and made his way to the bathroom, washing and dressing quickly. By the time he was ready to leave, his anger had transformed into a cold-blooded rage. He had to get out of there before Hibari returned, he had to find a way of calming himself down. Mukuro knew what he was capable of, even if Hibari didn't. If Hibari encountered him in this mood, he would do something they would both deeply regret.
~oOo~
Hibari stormed into the apartment less than an hour later. He could tell immediately that Mukuro was gone, but he shouted his name anyway, and checked all the rooms on instinct. It was only when he made his way downstairs to the kitchen that he saw the note, scribbled hastily on a scrap of paper and left on the table.
Go fuck yourself, it said, in Mukuro's unmistakable scrawl. Hibari scrunched the note up in disgust and threw it into the bin, then pulled out his phone and speed-dialled Mukuro's number.
"Fine," he muttered to himself, hissing through his teeth when he realised Mukuro's phone was turned off. "We'll do this the hard way."
Tendrils of guilt twisted his insides and warred with his annoyance that he had been deliberately disobeyed. He impulsively punched the wall on his way out, the impact cracking the plaster, sending a shower of dust into the room. "You can't run, Illusionist," he whispered. "I'll find you, wherever you are."
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