Carnivoro

Sweat ran down Hibari’s temples, and he spat out blood. Yet, despite the bruises and wounds, his lips were curled into a satisfied grin. “Aren’t so full of yourself anymore, are you?” he pronounced slowly, eyes flashing with savage hunger. His grip on his bloody tonfas tightened and he licked his lips. Stepping to his side, he observed his prey like a true predator. “Any last words?”

Chuckling, the blue-haired freak wiped the blood from his mouth. “Hibari-kun, you aren’t even winning yet. We haven’t even talked about the consequences of you losing.” He twirled his trident before readying himself for a sprint-attack.

“That’s because I don’t lose.”

“Oh?” A sly smirk formed on the pineapple’s lips. “That really inspires me to win all the more.”

Hibari returned the smirk. “You talk big for an herbivore.” He rushed forward to attack, reacting to Mukuro’s movements fluidly to avoid getting cut again. They continued for a while longer until suddenly Hibari felt weak, his legs giving out involuntarily. “What the…” And he fell right into the bastard’s hands.

“Kufufu…It’s finally getting into you, isn’t it?” Mukuro’s voice was soft and hazy.

Throwing the pineapple a venomous glare, Hibari forced himself to speak despite losing control of his body. “You poisoned me.” The poison had spread very quickly, thanks to his moving around. Hibari could no longer feel his limbs, and the paralysis was slowly crawling up his shoulders.

“Well…you were the one that got cut in the first place,” Mukuro chuckled, pleased with himself.

Hibari wished with all his might that he could punch that smirk off the pineapple’s face. “I’ll never accept this,” he hissed. “You’re cheating. I haven’t lost.”

That creepy laugh was really irritating him. “Come on, Hibari-kun. Don’t be a sore loser. You’re the one who decided not to use poison.” With a swift movement, Mukuro picked Hibari off the ground. “Now, shall we discuss the consequences of your loss?” He lowered his head so that his lips brushed against Hibari’s ears. “…In somewhere more private, of course.”

Unfortunately, Hibari lost conscious before he could bite off the man’s ears.

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“I have a nice proposal for you,” the voice said as soon as Hibari slowly gained his senses. Everything was still in a haze, and he blinked a few times only to meet red-and-blue eyes as well as blue hair shaped like a pineapple. “You become my lover, and I give you some Millefiore research data.”

Hibari just stared, still stuck in his daze.

“Well, of course, that’s just a proposal that I’m presenting in exchange of your loss,” the pineapple head continued. “You really don’t have a say in this matter since you never gave your terms, but…” Those odd colored eyes twinkled. “I’m willing to give you another option: Let me fuck you again, and we’ll never see one another after this. You won’t be hearing any Milllefiore data with this option, though.”

Now fully aware of what his situation was, Hibari realized that he had been tied up. “So either way I have to have sex with you,” he growled, unimpressed.

“You catch on early,” Mukuro said with a small laugh, thoroughly getting on Hibari’s nerves. “So which choice will it be?”

“You didn’t win,” Hibari spat.

“Oh, but you’re in my hands either way. You’ve got little choice here.” Mukuro let the tips of his fingers trail down Hibari’s exposed chest.

Truthfully, Hibari wouldn’t actually mind if he had sex with the blue pineapple again, as long as he had control over the entire activity. However, now that his situation had changed, he found it hard to agree to any choice. Hibari was never offered choices—he was the one who offered them. To take any choice would be an insult to his pride.

“You really should think about it. I’m not letting you leave until you come up with an answer.”

And so, Hibari was left tied up in who-knows-where, his mind slowly starting to sort out and calm down. There was no way out of this. Regret was quickly dismissed. Hibari never regretted. He started to think about more positive things and decided that it had been fun fighting the blue-haired trident-wielder. He started to think, and realized that he wasn't entirely without advantages, after all.

When Mukuro came back, Hibari’d already made up his mind. “Give me Millefiore’s research data.” He still couldn’t really believe that, after years of avoiding the five-lettered L-word, he was now forced to be some random pervert's lover, almost literally out of the blue.

A grin of triumph broke out of Mukuro’s face, triumph that Hibari was sure to beat down later on. He tried to ignore the burning sensation that was firing up in his lower half. Mukuro was indeed a very good-looking man. He should be at least relieved that Mukuro was handsome, with a delicious body and a skillful mouth. Hibari had little doubt that physical looks had played a great factor in favor of his decision. He wasn't going to lie to himself—he did want to have sex with Mukuro, preferably more than a couple times until the pineapple exhausted all use.

“That’s good news,” Mukuro purred, stroking Hibari’s cheeks, his eyes burning with hunger.

“So as your lover I demand you to untie me,” Hibari replied smugly.

Blinking, it took Mukuro a while to fully register his situation, to fully understand that, no matter what, Hibari was the hunter, the carnivore, and that he—the pineapple—was the prey. He laughed, to Hibari’s chagrin. “Of course, Hi—Kyouya.”

Grimacing at how his name rolled off that pineapple’s tongue, Hibari waited for the man to untie him, but realized that Mukuro was just staring at him with penetrating, heated eyes, towering over his body without moving an inch. Hibari hated being treated and looked at like that, like he was the prey. “Hurry up, herbivore. If you don’t, I’ll bite you to death,” he growled, showing teeth.

“Oya oya, are you going to talk to your lover so unkindly?” Mukuro sighed, shaking his head with mock depression. He leaned down, purposely grazing Hibari’s crotch as he reached to untie the ropes, his face disturbingly close to Hibari’s.

Irritated by the unresolved intimacy, Hibari chose to capture Mukuro’s lips, letting his tongue brush over Mukuro’s before biting on the man’s lower lip. This only slowed down the untying process, but Hibari couldn’t deny that he wanted the blue pineapple. He wanted to see that infuriating yet deadly attractive face contort with pleasure, wanted that smug man moaning and writhing under his total control. His erection pressed against Mukuro’s thigh, burning through the fabric.

The moment Hibari was released, he pinned Mukuro down like a tiger would to its prey, panting softly. “You’ll let me top you, won’t you?” Hibari asked huskily, his eyes flickering darkly with lust and hunger. “I’d been waiting to do this for a few days, actually.”

TBC