Healing

For D. Get well soon.



It's all a haze really, Hibari knows his fever is high. People have been taking care of him and it makes him irrationally angry - Kusakabe should have never let anyone in, he might have to fire the man when he'd be strong enough to speak again.

Hands lift him upright, bring something to his lips. Hibari drinks it without opening his eyes - it tastes sweet and feels good going down his throat. There are people in the room, they are raising their voices and Hibari wants to bite them to death but can only curl his lips in distaste.

Later it's quiet but the hands are back. It must be night because opening eyes doesn't make a difference so Hibari closes them again. The hands linger - try his forehead, then his cheek and slide down his neck as Hibari can feel someone on his futon. He tries to reach for his tonfa but there's no strength in his limbs and the stranger slides his other hand inside Hibari's yukata, opening the ties with the other one.

Cool hands on his burning skin feel nice but the cool air makes him shiver as the hands undress him, peeling him out from the covers and the yukata. Lips press onto his palm and kiss it, Hibari's fingers curl but he doesn't recognize the face before it withdraws. Hands are now on his chest, mouth at his navel, stranger nudging his legs apart settling between them.

Hibari wants to tell him him to stop, wants to kick him and make those lips that feel so good bleed, unexpected pleasure on his aching body. He opens his mouth but what comes out is a breathy sigh as a hot tongue swirls under his bellybutton and the fingers stroke his nipples. Hibari doesn't wear any underwear and his involuntary erection is pressing up to the stranger's jaw and throat - he can almost hear the man smile and Hibari is ashamed of this body that is so weak.

The mouth, oh lord, the stranger's mouth is so incredibly hot and tight around Hibari's cock, hands now caressing his balls, milking his shaft as the mouth sucks him. Hibari opens his eyes but there's only blackness and he can't see who the mouth and the hands belong to, he grabs the hair but his grip is too weak to cause pain which he so much craves for. The hair is silky and soft in his hands and Hibari hates this herbivore who is making him pant like a wanton whore. He sweats from the exertion and bucks his hips into the slick mouth, sensation of the tongue that is far to skilled for it's own good rubbing and teasing makes him see lights in the darkness.

With deep hatred and contempt Hibari cums in the strangers mouth, his knees bent, his back arched and strands of black hair glued to his sweating forehead. Stranger swallows and Hibari has the strength to push his head away, his hands trembling. In the darkness the other man sits up, then carefully arranges Hibari's yukata back, re-dressing the limp man like he is a child and Hibari allows it - but only because he doesn't have strength to punish the insolent fool.

Before he goes the man softly kisses Hibari's cheek and the scent of the man is torturously familiar but Hibari's tired mind doesn't cooperate. So he goes for the only thing he can do.

"I'll kill you" he says and the man knows he means it.

In the morning the stranger is nothing but an annoying stain on Hibari's sheets. But Hibari never forgets.