Discipline

"Mukuro," Hibari said, watching as his most disobedient student whispered to the blond boy at the desk next to him, "see me after class."

Mukuro looked up and smiled at him, but Hibari could see the annoyance behind the smile. He held back his own smirk until the bell rang and the other students filed out of the classroom. Mukuro's friend lingered back for a moment, but at a nod from Mukuro he scurried off.

Hibari walked to the door, locking it behind the other students. Mukuro never listened to any of the teachers, he was a known discipline problem. Hibari intended to end that now. Mukuro would learn to obey, and Hibari was rather certain he could manage that.

Going back to his desk, he pulled his chair back and sat down, looking at Mukuro. The boy had a slight smile, as always, and he was breaking dress code again. Those earrings, that hair... definitely against the rules. His shirt's top two buttons were unbuttoned, his jacket was off, and he looked at Hibari with a challenging straight-on gaze.

He looked like a whore.

Hibari smirked. "You need to learn how to behave in school, Rokudo Mukuro. Don't think you can get away with disrespecting your teachers like that."

"Oh, really? What are you going to do?" Mukuro said. His hand was on the corner of Hibari's desk, and he leaned in, more of that challenging smirk. As if he really thought Hibari could do nothing to him.

Hibari wasted no time. He grabbed Mukuro's wrist, gripping it hard enough that the boy couldn't break away, and pulled Mukuro towards him. Off-balance, the boy stumbled and almost fell against Hibari, his eyes wide. It was the first time Hibari had seen Mukuro like that.

He liked it.

When the boy had regained his balance, Hibari tightened his grip. "You need to learn the meaning of discipline."

Mukuro was already looking at him as if he'd never seen Hibari before, as if their months of classes together had been some kind of act. No one stood up to Mukuro, not the students or the teachers. Except Hibari. And Hibari could see in his eyes that he had no idea what to do.

"Pull your pants down," Hibari said.

Mukuro stared at him like he was insane.

Hibari saw that this was going to go nowhere. He reached out with his free hand and made short work of Mukuro's pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down, and as Mukuro's eyes grew wider, Hibari pulled his underwear down too.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mukuro said, finally regaining control of himself. He struggled against Hibari, but it was really too late - Hibari's grip was too strong, and unless he was wrong, Mukuro wasn't all that upset. The boy was a little hard already. He wanted this.

Ignoring his disobedient student's protests, Hibari tugged hard, and Mukuro fell forward, across his lap. The boy began to protest again, but Hibari cut him off easily as his hand rose and fell, striking Mukuro's pale bottom harshly. Mukuro's words turned into a gasp, and he fought with his free hand until Hibari caught it as well, holding it with the other. Mukuro was tall but skinny, and Hibari could hold both his wrists with one hand.

He smirked and raised his free hand again, bringing it down against Mukuro's ass. The boy gasped again, and as if he was incapable of learning, struggled. Hibari had no interest in being merciful, though - and he knew what he was doing. His hand rose and fell, and he wasn't gentle, leaving red marks on Mukuro's ass, the sound filling the empty classroom.

Mukuro's protests and curse words disappeared as Hibari picked up the pace. The boy gasped and cried out when Hibari's hand fell harshly, and Hibari didn't grant him any respite. There was no need to - it wasn't long before he felt Mukuro's desire against his thigh, and his cries turned into whimpers whenever Hibari struck him.

Hibari was hard as well, but that wasn't the point of this. The point was to teach Mukuro discipline - like most rulebreakers, Hibari was certain that deep down Mukuro wanted this, wanted someone who would take him in hand and teach him the meaning of obedience. Mukuro simply needed a harsher hand than most.

And he was responding well - as Hibari swatted his now pink and undoubtedly throbbing bottom, Mukuro whimpered and moved against his thigh, and it was no surprise that he was hard. Hibari even thought he heard a quiet "please...".

Moving suddenly, Hibari lifted the boy and bent him over Hibari's desk. One hand still holding Mukuro's wrists together tightly, he rummaged in a drawer with the other until he found his hand lotion. He didn't need much - the point wasn't to be gentle with the boy, after all. After applying lotion and positioning himself, he moved his hand around to hold Mukuro's cock at the base, keeping him from coming too early, and then he thrust in, not bothering to prepare Mukuro. The boy cried out, but rocked back against him as well, and Hibari had always known he was a slut but he never thought Mukuro would be this needy.

"You'll be good in class now, right?" he said, deep inside Mukuro but not letting him come, even though Hibari wanted that now too - there was something so erotic about seeing this boy brought low, the student who had come into class late, talked to his friends during lectures, texted during texts, didn't know the meaning of rules... seeing him beg made Hibari harder than anything.

"Yes... yes, please... sensei..." Mukuro said, bucking uselessly against Hibari's hand, his words breathless and pleading. That would have to be enough - Hibari didn't think he could hold on much longer, either.

He snapped his hips, hand releasing Mukuro's cock and now gripping the boy's still red and aching ass, driving into him. Mukuro cried out again and pushed back against Hibari, and all Hibari could think about was how tight Mukuro was and how good it felt to make him obey. His hand rose and fell again, spanking Mukuro hard, and the boy screamed and came, staining Hibari's desk. Hibari thought for a moment about how satisfying it would be to make Mukuro lick that up, and then he came too, deep inside Mukuro's tight ass, thrusting into him again. It felt good, right, and he found himself breathing hard afterwards, fingers tangling in Mukuro's strange hairstyle.

After this, Mukuro would know exactly what he'd get if he disobeyed. It might make him do it more - but then, Hibari found himself looking forward to that, too.