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Sparks Will Fly	By : EllieRamsey Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 4495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn and I make no money from this story

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A/N – For anyone who read my old stuff (Penalty for Betrayal etc) I am REALLY sorry, yeah, I took it down, I’ve recycled some of it for something else and didn’t want similar stories being posted at the same time. I totally deserve any and all hate coming my way – but I’m back to writing fanfic and as I’ve been promising for a while now, here is the sequel.
For anyone new – The story so far... Hibari and Mukuro get together, not that Mukuro had a lot of choice in the matter given Hibari’s predilection for handcuffing him to the bed at every possible opportunity. Hibari was living with Reborn at the time (in a friends with kinky benefits kind of relationship) and in the past, Hibari had gone out with Tsuna, although it ended fairly disastrously. With the Millefiore returning as a threat, Mukuro is asked to go on a mission that needs his Mist powers to succeed, but Futa predicts he is unlikely to survive it. In order to save his life, Hibari lets Mukuro take possession of him in the same way he possesses Chrome, so they can do the mission together...
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(Re-post - edited) Previously in the story -
Mukuro felt Hibari's body jerk as he took possession of it, staggering forward against the ceramic basin with a clatter, his pulse racing wildly, every muscle in his slender frame tensing at the intrusion.
They were going to have to work on that, mused Mukuro. He had gone in as smoothly as he could, but still, it was evident that the transition was a shock. They had tried a few times before, but that had been lying side by side on the bed, and only for a few moments. This time, Mukuro was at Tsuna’s villa while Hibari was at home, and he’d given no warning as to when he’d attempt it, to get Hibari used to the surprise.
He waited a while, allowing Hibari time to adjust, before taking over and moving him. Slowly he opened Hibari's eyes, and took note of his surroundings. They were in the bathroom, the air was humid, scented faintly with soap. As he stretched out his consciousness within Hibari's body, he realised the other was still wet from the shower, naked apart from a towel wrapped around his narrow waist.
“How are you feeling?” asked Mukuro out loud. It was easier that way, to begin with, to hear the words as sounds. There was a pause.
[I can’t breathe] thought Hibari, a detached voice within Mukuro’s mind. There was an edge to it that sounded anxious.
“What? You don’t even trust me to breathe properly? Charming.”
[No, it’s just... it’s just that...]
Mukuro laughed. “Don’t worry. Chrome said at the beginning it felt like she was drowning, it was the one thing she struggled with, that she fought me over. We spent weeks with her sounding like she was having the world’s biggest asthma attack.”
[We don’t have weeks]
Mukuro was impressed at Hibari’s self-discipline as he forced himself to calm down. He could almost sense the other counting quietly, making himself relax through sheer willpower alone. As the tightness in his chest lessened, he wondered for the millionth time why on earth the Cloud Guardian would insist on doing this. The answers would be here somewhere, in Hibari’s mind, but where he had been expecting determination and perhaps fierce opposition, there was hints of resignation and dread instead. It unnerved him.
“Better?” he asked.
[You keep looking in the wrong place]
“It’ll feel like that for a while. I’m messing up your peripheral vision, you’ll see things out of the corner of your eye, or sense them behind your back, and I’ll be focusing on something completely different. You’re going to want to react, that’s only natural. It’s the hardest part of all, suppressing your instincts. And the sharper the instincts, the harder they’ll be to ignore.”
Mukuro reached out in front of him, and wiped the steam from the mirror.
[I still look like me]
"Yeah," replied Mukuro. "Chrome is much weaker, physically, than I am. When I possess her, it's safer to project myself fully, rather than rely on her own body to fight. I don't need to do that with you."
[Oh]
Mukuro leant forwards towards Hibari's reflection. The movement was awkward, clumsy, Hibari unconsciously trying to counter the movements.
"Let go," he said. "Calm your mind, and give up control."
[I'm trying]
Mukuro squinted, eyes trained on the reflection. Hibari squinted back at him. It looked odd. He pulled a face.
[What are you doing?]
“I am making you smile. You haven’t smiled for a long time, I miss it.”
[I’ll smile when this is over]
He didn’t sound right at all. Mukuro knew he wasn’t going to like this, but he had expected Hibari to fight, even if only with himself. He leant closer and pouted.
[Ugly]
"I can hear your thoughts," laughed Mukuro. "You are not ugly."
[If you say so] Hibari shrugged inwardly.
Mukuro brought his hands up to Hibari's face, exploring its fine contours, before running his hands through Hibari's soft, wet hair. He pulled it so it stood on end, admired himself for a moment, then smoothed it down, parted in the middle, tucking the strands behind his ears.
"You need a haircut."
[Perhaps]
Mukuro could tell that Hibari was nervous. Although he had command of Hibari’s limbs, his pulse was more rapid than usual from the effort of not pushing Mukuro out. He could sense Hibari’s discomfort, his unease at the invasion, but it warred with a strange acceptance of the situation. Mukuro finished playing with Hibari's hair, and absent-mindedly ran his hands over Hibari's naked chest, revelling in the sensations that were now his to experience.
[Quit groping me] thought Hibari. Mukuro ignored him, capturing Hibari's nipples between his thumb and fingers, and rolling the sensitive nubs to hardness. Inside his mind, Hibari's embarrassment grew, but he remained silent, as though aware that Mukuro was testing him. Mukuro smirked and twisted viciously, amused that the sharp pain sent spikes of pleasure direct to Hibari's groin.
"I get to find out all your weaknesses," he laughed. "All your secret sensitive places, all your hidden pleasure zones. You'll never be able to resist me again."
He moved his hands down to Hibari’s ass and squeezed, enjoying the tight muscles clenching and unclenching beneath his palms.
[I can still feel myself] thought Hibari. [For some reason, I didn’t think I would]
“Hm, well I could block it from you, but it’s better not to. Chrome always says that she prefers to know what is happening to her, however bad it is, rather than not know and fear the worst. Uncertainty makes her panic more than pain does. Besides, if I get you injured, you’ll feel it in the end anyway, whatever happens.”
Mukuro tugged on the towel around Hibari's waist and let it fall to the floor around his ankles. He looked down, and grinned.
[You've seen it all before]
"I know," Mukuro replied happily. "I've done this before too." He wrapped his fingers around Hibari's length and gave it an experimental tug. Inside him Hibari bristled, he could feel the effort the other spent trying not to rise. Mukuro looked at his reflection again and licked his lips. He pulled harder, running his thumb around the top of the head, pressing it into the slit at the top, before gently returning to stroke the length with long, sensual caresses. He felt the warmth permeate Hibari's being, his skin began to tickle as the blood irrevocably made its way downwards, his cock hardening in his hands.
[Is this necessary?]
Mukuro laughed.
"I can feel you resist this," he teased. "Your body is mine now, Kyo-chan. Resistance is futile."
Inside him Hibari rolled his eyes.
[Whatever, Illusionist]
Mukuro let his other hand wander downwards, smoothing over Hibari's hips before nestling between Hibari's legs. He gently cupped Hibari's balls, rolling them in his palm, before squeezing them painfully. Hibari's eyes watered.
[Careful] thought Hibari angrily. Mukuro dragged his fingernails over the soft, sensitive skin beneath them, surprised at the pleasure that ripped through Hibari's body at the contact. He could feel Hibari try to remain passive as the pressure grew, try to steady himself, retreat behind the walls of indifference that so often kept him safe.
"You can't hide," said Mukuro softly, continuing to play with him. "I warned you, Hibari."
For a moment Hibari managed to compose himself, but as Mukuro upped the tempo his discomfort returned, morphing quickly into apprehension as his climax grew nearer.
Mukuro was merciless.
"This is what it is like, to be possessed, Hibari," he said. "You have no control. None at all. And everything you see, everything you feel is mine to experience."
Hibari gasped, wrenching control back from Mukuro. He leant heavily against the porcelain basin, his heart hammering in his ears. The surface was slippery, and he gripped it with both hands as though never wanting to let go.
"Do that again, and this is over," warned Mukuro. "You are too strong for me to take control by force, your mind is an invitation only place. And if you can't even let me do this, I can't trust you for the mission."
Hibari took a deep breath, and reluctantly retreated, allowing Mukuro the reins again. Mukuro's fingers once more closed around Hibari's length, pumping more vigorously than before. Heat blossomed in Hibari's cheeks, the skin on his chest flushed and prickled, and his toes curled against the cool tiled floor of the bathroom. Mukuro braced himself against the mirror, and stared fascinated at Hibari's reflection.
"I want to watch you come," he said. "You are beautiful in release."
Hibari cringed, Mukuro could sense the effort it was taking not to back down. As he looked he could see the desperation flickering behind Hibari’s half closed eyes. He licked his lips and clenched his teeth, his brow furrowing. Inside him Mukuro felt Hibari torn between rejecting the sensations he was feeling and allowing Mukuro to go through with this.
Swiftly Hibari's climax approached, his whole body trembled and a thin sheen of sweat covered him. Soft moans quietly escaped from his parted lips, but Mukuro was ruthless, mesmerised by Hibari's physical reaction. Hibari's balls contracted and spasms of pleasure ripped through him, his ass muscles clenched and his knees shook as he released onto the floor in front of him. He groaned, and panted for a moment.
"Nice," thought Mukuro.
[Asshole] countered Hibari. Mukuro grinned.
"More of that, and I'll do much worse next time."
He meant it as a joke, but felt a pang of guilt as Hibari calmly accepted the words, not able to hide from Mukuro the humiliation he was feeling.
[Do whatever is necessary]
Mukuro shrugged, and wandered into the bedroom.
[Reborn will kill you if he finds that mess]
"Nah. He'll kill YOU if he finds that mess," laughed Mukuro, moving Hibari's arms above his head and stretching. Then he bent in half and grabbed his ankles, pushing Hibari's head between his knees.
"Flexible fucker, aren't you."
[I'm fit. I have to be]
Mukuro stretched some more, this time clasping Hibari's hands together behind his back, arms out straight.
[You approve?]
"It's like driving a Ferrari."
He could tell Hibari was pleased with that answer.
Crossing the room, Mukuro rummaged through the drawers to find clean underwear. It didn't surprise him that the drawers were compulsively neat, and everything in them was uniformly black. He grabbed a pair and pulled them on, taking longer than necessary to adjust himself. He was about to open the wardrobe to select a shirt and pants when he noticed on the table a pair of tickets. It was to the opera.
"I didn't realise you were a fan," he said. Hibari hesitated.
[Sometimes] he thought back.
"Going with Reborn? I know he likes it to the point of obsession. Do you remember that time he disappeared for weeks, turned out he'd been stalking that singer that had been in the news."
For a while Hibari kept his mind quiet. Then he replied [No. I bought them months ago, for Sawada's birthday]
If the effort he had taken not to feel pleasure in the bathroom had been clear, the fact he was hiding something now was even clearer.
Mukuro's curiosity sparked sharply.
"What happened between you?" he asked.
[Does it matter? It's over now]
"What’s over?" he pushed. "Did you love him?"
The way Hibari retreated was astonishing, all thoughts firmly suppressed, leaving only a cool, empty void in their wake, dispassionate, emotionless, and blank. Mukuro frowned. He had guessed that Hibari’s mind would be ordered and controlled, but he had no idea quite how strongly he would guard himself. It would take a while to break down these defences against Hibari’s will, he realised, time and energy neither of them had. Machiavellian ideas formed in his mind.
“What are you hiding?” he asked.
[Nothing]
“Don’t give me that. You’re hiding something, I can tell.”
[No, I’m not. You’re imagining things]
Mukuro was indeed imagining things, imagining what kind of thoughts and memories Hibari could have that he would protect so fiercely. His eyes narrowed and a thrill of excitement ran through him in anticipation of the answers. This was the best bit of possession, he thought, not moving bodies around like puppets but psychologically flaying his victims alive, exposing them to themselves so ruthlessly, so utterly, they would never be the same again.
“Show me,” he ordered. “We can’t do this if you are not honest, Hibari.”
[Nothing happened. It just ended]
“I need to know,” lied Mukuro. “I need to be prepared. If you think the wrong thing at the wrong time, it could kill us both.”
[I won’t] There was a hint of desperation, of helplessness in the thought. Mukuro didn’t doubt him at all, he had absolute trust in Hibari’s ability to control his thoughts, but Hibari didn’t need to know that.
“All your concentration is needed to control your instincts,” Mukuro continued. “Suppressing memories is an unnecessary distraction.”
There was a pause.
[Please, Mukuro. Don’t do this]
He would never know it, but it was the final nail in his coffin. Hibari never begged, ever. And if it was important enough for Hibari to beg to keep it secret, it was the one thing that Mukuro wouldn’t rest until he knew.
Without remorse, he twisted the knife. “Show me, or I end this.”
Mukuro ignored the guilt as discomfort, panic, nausea all swept through his mind. He allowed Hibari's feelings to go rampant, allowing him just enough flexibility to feel these things. It was cruel of him, perhaps, but he found he couldn't help himself, he relished in the power, as he always did.
[How much do you see?] asked Hibari eventually.
Mukuro smiled evilly. "All of it," he replied. "One way, or another. I can sense what you are feeling, but if there are clear images in your mind, I can 'see' them, too."
He felt Hibari hesitate.
[I can show you what happened?]
“Yes.”
[All I have to do is remember?]
“Yes.”
Mukuro could hardly contain his excitement. Hibari was facing his worst nightmare, lack of control, in order to potentially save Mukuro's life, but he didn’t care. He needed to know now, needed to explore the darkest recesses of Hibari’s mind, to indulge his addiction for manipulation.
[Promise me something, Mukuro. Promise me that whatever happens, we do this mission together]
Glee ran through him, it was an easy answer. Hibari’s self-discipline was such that he had no doubt that they would be successful. While he would have all manner of problems possessing him against his will, with Hibari’s permission, he was easier to control physically than Chrome was. He kept that information to himself.
“I promise,” he said, lying down on the bed.
"Now show me. Just remember what happened, in whatever order you remember it, I should be able to pick up the story."
[You’ll regret this]
"I doubt it," laughed Mukuro. "How bad can it be?"
In answer he felt Hibari shake off his nerves and focused on his memories. Mukuro relaxed control, he would let Hibari dictate this, it was the least he could do. He took a deep breath. The show was about to start...
~oOo~
Mukuro was motionless with shock, staring directly up at the ceiling in utter disbelief, his mouth wide open.
"What the FUCK was that?!" he spluttered after a while. Inside his mind, Hibari was quiet. "I mean, seriously. What the fuck just happened? Hibari?"
There was no answer. "Hibari, you ok?"
[I don't know] came the eventual reply.
Mukuro’s pulse thumped in his temples, and his stomach churned. He was shaking, he realised, his breathing erratic. After a while he realised it was Hibari’s nausea, not his own.
“Oh fuck Hibari, calm down, ok.”
[I feel like I’m going crazy. I hate this]
“Yeah, I know. It’s all part and parcel of being human, you’ll get used to it. But if it makes you feel better in the meantime, you’ll always be sane compared to me.”
Hibari half laughed at that, the tension in his body slowly dissipating.
[I guess so] He extracted himself from the duvet and reached for some tissues beside the bed. [I feel like such an idiot. So pathetic and weak]
“You’re not so weak, Hibari Kyouya,” said Mukuro. “Kinky, maybe. But not weak.”
[I should have known it would be difficult to shock you]
Mukuro grinned. “Shocked? Oh, I’m shocked alright. Seriously Hibari, I had no idea what a demented fucking pervert you really are.”
He brought Hibari’s hand up in front of his face, twisted it left and right a few times and then slowly made a fist. His eyes widened.
“No way,” he said, gauging its size. “I mean... just... no.”
[Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it]
Mukuro coughed.
“Absolutely not,” he spluttered, feeling himself blush. “No. Not ever. And you are never tying me to the bed again, either. Just in case you get any funny ideas.”
[We’ll see]
Mukuro couldn’t tell if Hibari was joking or not. The other’s mind still felt raw, sensitive, but where his thoughts had been in turmoil, there was calm, control again. It didn’t surprise him in the least, how quickly Hibari recovered. He didn’t care. It was a blessed relief.
“And next time I ask to see your innermost secrets, think some happy thoughts.”
[Happy thoughts?] Hibari sounded amused. [Like this, you mean?]
~oOo~
Hibari slammed Mukuro down on the kitchen table, then stood back to appraise his prize. The Illusionist was naked, except for a single sock half dangling off his left foot, his skin glistening with sweat, covered liberally with scratches, bite marks and mouth-shaped bruises. A thin gold chain sparkled in the light, draped over the contours of his neck, pooling in the hollow of his throat, and intricate hoops and studs pierced his ears, flashing beneath his dishevelled blue hair. His chest heaved as he struggled for breath, his long, slim legs, falling part off the table’s edge.
Mukuro laughed and propped himself up on his elbows, meeting Hibari’s stare with his own. His half-closed, mismatched eyes sparkled brighter than any of his jewellery, full of desire and amusement, and his wide, sexy mouth split into a grin. He licked his lips and raised his eyebrows in a silent challenge.
Hibari growled and lunged at him, pressing him back down on the table, crushing the illusionist’s bruised, swollen lips beneath his own. Hunger flared in him, hungry for the sensation of the Illusionist yielding to him, hungry for his dark sweet taste that was so intoxicating. He could feel Mukuro laughing still, and this only spurred him on more, plundering that hot, wet warmth that he craved, determined to make Mukuro moan.
And Mukuro did moan, wrapping his arms around Hibari’s neck, pulling him closer as their tongues duelled for dominance. Then just as swiftly Mukuro conceded, breaking off the brutal embrace, gasping for air. He threw his head back in abandon, exposing the slender column of his throat, demanding Hibari pay attention to that instead.
Hibari was happy to oblige, biting, licking, worrying the livid marks he had left there earlier, revelling in Mukuro’s helpless gasps. With notable restraint, he made his way lower, paying just as much homage to the rest of him. Mukuro flung his arms out wide, palms down flat, his long elegant fingers splayed out as he arched wantonly beneath him. Hibari envied him and his lack of inhibitions, caring for nothing except the pleasure that was Hibari’s alone to give him. Hibari moved a hand around his back, steadying his sensual writhing, exploring the ridges of his spine, his hot mouth ghosting over Mukuro’s nipples, grazing them lightly with his teeth.
He was rewarded with an unadulterated howl of frustration, Mukuro’s whole body contorting off the table as he strained for better contact. Hibari smirked, and continued to tease, dropping soft delicate kisses down his chest, over his stomach, Mukuro’s subtle muscles twitching in response. He paused a moment at Mukuro’s navel, lapping it lightly, exploring the hollow with his tongue.
Hibari smirked as Mukuro’s patience left him. The illusionist slumped back down, and with both hands firmly pushed Hibari’s head lower. Hibari hadn’t finished tormenting him yet, though, and he pulled Mukuro’s ankles over his shoulders, kissing the smooth skin behind his knees.
“Damn it,” hissed Mukuro, his ankles locking behind Hibari’s head, pulling him closer. “Please... please...”
Hibari was in no mood to indulge him so quickly, he slowly left a trail of kisses up the inside of Mukuro’s legs instead. As he made his way higher, out of the corner of his eye he could see Mukuro’s cock, erect, proud, jutting upwards, pre-cum forming at its tip. His mouth watered, as eager to taste him as Mukuro was eager to be tasted, but he held himself back. At the top of Mukuro’s thigh he bit into the soft pale flesh, soothing it with his tongue, then bit down again. Mukuro’s desperate whimpers were music to Hibari’s ears.
With fierce determination Mukuro disengaged his legs, planted his feet on the table for purchase, and bucked his hips, lewdly pushing his groin into Hibari’s face.
“Don’t make me beg,” he pleaded, “Please, don’t make me beg. I want... I need...I can’t...”
You are begging, thought Hibari, his tongue making one long languid swipe up Mukuro’s length. Mukuro’s groan was pure sex, deep and throaty, and Hibari grinned to himself as he finally took Mukuro’s weeping cock into his mouth.
Mukuro’s voice became incoherent as Hibari’s lips slipped over him, caressing its length, his tongue massaging the underside as he sucked and toyed with the head. Deeper and deeper Hibari took him, revelling in Mukuro’s scent, the sensation of his cock, hard, pulsing, twitching in his mouth as he lavished him with attention.
He glanced up as Mukuro groaned louder, his hand clamped over his own mouth to stifle the cries. The other hand fisted in Hibari’s hair, pulling it sharply, the pain sending delicious pleasure coursing through Hibari’s body. Mukuro’s thighs clamped firmly around his ears, pinning him into position. Hibari didn’t mind, he could sense he was close now, and he began to hum, knowing how the sensation sent the illusionist crazy.
“Fuuuuu... Kyouya... Kyouya...”
His name, hushed and reverent, on the illusionist’s lips was nearly enough to send him over the edge too. He relaxed his throat and swallowed, taking all of Mukuro into him. The other climaxed with a scream, his muscles contracting wildly, hot liquid splashing into Hibari’s mouth. With relish he savoured the flavour of him, the feel of him, cleaning him with his tongue as the tension subsided.
Hibari swallowed and licked his lips. He smiled to himself as he stood upright again, eyes glued to the vision spread-eagled in front of him. Mukuro’s eyes were glazed over, his skin flushed pink, his hair sweaty with tendrils clinging to his face. He lay there, boneless and insensible, entirely undone.
My rival, my equal, my nemesis thought Hibari, you are beautiful in defeat. It is always such sweet victory. I hope this battle never ends.
Mukuro didn’t move as Hibari undid his belt and pulled his own aching erection from his pants. He didn’t make a sound as Hibari hooked his arms under his knees and pulled him to the edge of the table. He didn’t resist at all as Hibari pressed his palms against his thighs and spread them apart, exposing him, rendering him wide open.
Hibari exhaled. And now to make your annihilation complete....
~oOo~
“KITTENS!” screeched Mukuro. “KITTENS! Normal peoples happy thoughts are about KITTENS!” His heartbeat raced, and it was with no small amount of embarrassment he realised his hand had slid into Hibari’s underwear. “Fucking hell, Hibari. No more happy thoughts, ever. Just don’t think. At all. About anything.”
Inside him he could feel Hibari laugh.
“And I never make that much noise, either. Your memory is faulty.”
Hibari still laughed as Mukuro stalked into the bathroom, and continued to laugh as Mukuro fiddled with the taps and ice cold water from the shower cascaded over his head.
“Fuck,” muttered Mukuro, wishing he could get the images of himself out of his mind. Heat rose in his cheeks again.
Inside him Hibari’s laughter subsided.
[Mukuro?]
“What?” he replied, sharper than he intended. “If you’re cold, it’s your own fault.”
[Where’s the claustrophobia?]
Mukuro suddenly realised where he was. He tentatively placed his hands on the walls of the shower, testing them, feeling their solidity beneath his touch.
“Oh,” he said, surprised. He wasn’t panicking at all. “I guess it’s not so bad when you’re around.”
For a moment there was silence.
[We make a good team]
Mukuro grinned and nodded, warmth permeating through him despite the freezing temperature.
“Yeah,” he said. “We do.”
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NEW POST – on with the story...
Hibari had said yes.
Even in his current predicament, with a lot more on his mind than usual, delicious anticipation coursed through his veins bringing a slow, Machiavellian smile to his face.
Hibari had said yes.
Even restrained as he was, naked and spread-eagled, face down on his bed, his hips raised high by pillows, his cock trapped painfully beneath him, Mukuro couldn’t help licking his lips and fantasising about the upcoming weekend. It had been four months, one week, three days and 7 hours since Hibari had last allowed him inside his head, and every time Mukuro had asked to do it again, Hibari had said no. This time though, for reasons Hibari was keeping to himself, he had said yes and Mukuro was looking forward to it with no small amount of relish.
It couldn't have come at a more opportune time he mused, as he tested the restraints for what must have been the thousandth time since Hibari had returned from his latest mission. He was used to Hibari tying him up, understanding as he did how much Hibari liked to be in control. I like it when you can’t touch me, Hibari had admitted, but he’d never been quite this... vehement about it. And Mukuro was also used to Hibari hooking up with Reborn for a few days after anyway, he’d engage in some kinky post-mission come-down sex with the wiry hitman, then turn up at Mukuro’s door later with a predatory gleam in his eye that never failed to wipe any shred of jealousy Mukuro might have been harbouring completely out of his mind.
This time was different though, this time Hibari had stormed into Mukuro's apartment with an air of frustration that refused to dissipate and it was Mukuro’s turn for the kinky post-mission come-down sex instead. Somehow Mukuro had pissed Hibari off, more so than normal. Hibari had a default air of ‘vaguely annoyed with the world’ about him, but recently there had been something else, something deeper bothering him, and while he had no idea what it was, Mukuro could sense that he was the cause of it.
He shifted as much as he could to ease the dull, throbbing ache in his muscles, but the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles allowed for little movement. He'd been tied up for hours now. Every so often Hibari would climb onto the bed and loom over him, his slender fingers roaming, exploring Mukuro's body, his soft lips and sharp teeth following in their wake. Then he would lean over and thrust in without preamble, fucking him deep into the mattress over and over again. There was nothing Mukuro could do to stop him, not that he had wanted to, not the first couple of times at least, but now... Now Mukuro was sorer than he liked to admit, and he was no closer to understanding what his volatile lover thought he had done wrong.
The bed bounced, and Mukuro shivered as Hibari’s tongue swept up Mukuro's spine, setting fire to his nerves all over again. His cock made a valiant effort to rise beneath him, and his toes curled as Hibari bit his neck, exactly as he liked it.
"Had enough yet?" Hibari's voice in his ear was low and mocking.
Mukuro strained to try and look at him, but the position did not allow it. "I’ll never have enough of you," he replied. Hibari's hiss of annoyance told him that it was the wrong answer.
"Oh,” said Hibari, his voice tight with anger. “Well I wouldn't want to think I left you unsatisfied, Mukuro, I wouldn't want to think that I wasn't enough for you." He settled between Mukuro's splayed knees, and began massaging his aching shoulders with his thumbs, kneading out the aching knots that had formed there before letting his hands stray to Mukuro’s sides, teasing over his torso.
"I am totally satisfied," Mukuro said, groaning in pleasure at the impromptu massage. "In fact, I am so satisfied, I am unlikely to be able to sit down for a week." He paused. “But seriously, Hibari, as much as I am loving the attention, are you going to tell me what I did to piss you off?”
"You are perfect," said Hibari, frostily. "You couldn't possibly do anything to piss me off."
A grin flashed across Mukuro’s face. "Well, this is true," he said. "But something I've done has annoyed you. And tying me to the bed and taking it out on my ass for hours has not enlightened me at all to what that might have been."
Hibari sighed, his fingers drawing random patterns over Mukuro's back. "It's not you," he said. He leant down, his lips pressed against Mukuro's temple. "It's nothing."
Mukuro frowned, and tried again. “If it’s not me, then what about Reborn?”
For some inexplicable reason Hibari growled. "He's fine," he muttered, his breath hot against Mukuro’s neck. "He says hi."
“Say hi back from me,” replied Mukuro. “Although I’m surprised you aren’t there now.”
Hibari’s nuzzling turned vicious, his teeth sinking into Mukuro’s flesh almost instinctively. “He bores me,” he whispered, licking the wound he’d just inflicted.
Mukuro choked back a laugh. “Bores you?” he retorted. “Reborn might be a lot of things, but boring isn’t one of them.”
Hibari sat back on his ankles, caressing the back of Mukuro’s wide spread thighs. “He bores me,” he repeated. “He currently has two topics of conversation. The first is how demanding and unreasonable Haru is being.”
“He’s still running after her?”
“Yeah. He won’t give up, he never does. He’ll get what he wants in the end.” Hibari’s hand drifted between Mukuro’s legs, burrowing underneath him, his fingers wrapping around his tender cock and stroking firmly.
“And the second topic?” Mukuro gasped as Hibari’s pace quickened.
Hibari hesitated. “The second topic, Illusionist... is you. He says I underestimate you. He never passes up an opportunity to remind me of how dangerous you really are.”
Mukuro might have been pleased at that, but Hibari’s slender fingers roughly entered him again, robbing him of coherent thought. His attempts to stifle his moans failed, and fresh beads of sweat began to prickle his flushed skin.
“I don’t know though,” Hibari continued, his digits curling inside him, aiming for his swollen prostate with perfect accuracy and forcing a strangled cry from Mukuro’s lips. “You don’t seem all that dangerous to me.”
Before he could reply Hibari entered him once more, hands either side of him, hips grinding without mercy. What the fuck had he done, Mukuro thought helplessly, even as his hands clenched into fists above him, and his own hips began to rock with Hibari's unrelenting rhythm. Focused entirely on Mukuro's pleasure Hibari drove deep inside him, unselfishly holding off his own release, making sure Mukuro was aware that every part of him served no purpose except that which Hibari wanted. As his climax built, his throbbing cock sliding deliciously against the soft cotton sheets, he wondered what Hibari was trying to tell him, or whether Hibari was trying to tell him something at all. Hibari still preferred not to speak, to articulate any feelings or emotions with words, both of them relying on Mukuro's perception, on his ability to read the other, to communicate the important things.
His vision began to waver and he could hear himself whimpering as irrevocably the pleasure began to peak, suddenly aware all over again of his arms and legs, stretched as far away from his body as they would go, his joints protesting at the position as he came hard with an uninhibited yell, Hibari mercilessly driving him through the aftershocks with fierce determination. Then Hibari's own movements became erratic, and moments later Mukuro hot seed splashed his insides. He felt the other shake as he tried to catch his breath, and then winced as Hibari slipped out of him.
"Enough," murmured Mukuro , exhaustion slurring his words. "I can't go again, really I can’t. Enough."
Satisfaction permeated the air between them at the words, Hibari evidently pleased with himself as he reached across to undo Mukuro's restraints.
With a groan Mukuro sat up and stretched his aching limbs before awkwardly clambering over to where Hibari sat on the edge of the bed. Without thinking he draped himself around the slender hitman and pulled him close to his chest.
"You ever going to tell me what’s up?" he asked. In his arms Hibari trembled slightly, his slim, muscular body radiating heat, his hair plastered to his face and neck with sweat.
Hibari tensed, then relaxed back against him. “It’s nothing,” he said, but Mukuro didn’t need to be a mind reader to tell he was lying.
"My ass says it's something," laughed Mukuro as lightly as he could, giving Hibari a final squeeze before releasing him. "And come Saturday, I'll find out what it is." He watched intently as the other stilled. "You aren't going back on your word, are you?"
Hibari twisted around to look at him, his face devoid of emotion. He shrugged. "I said yes," he said. "And I meant it. If you really want to spend a day inside my head you can, so long as you remember the rules."
"I know them off by heart," grinned Mukuro. "No injuring you, no embarrassing you, and never, ever let on that I'm in there. Simple enough."
Hibari shuddered and took a deep breath. "I'm going back to the apartment," he said. "I have stuff to do." He didn't take long showering and dressed with equal speed. "I'll see you Saturday," he said, then pulling Mukuro towards him for a long goodbye kiss.
"I'm looking forward to it," said Mukuro. And he was. One day, he had one whole day to figure out the cause of Hibari's bad mood.
He only hoped it was long enough.
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