OHGAWDOHMEGAWD! *drops dead*

"Dealing" With Herbivores

"Ngh... Stop..."

A breathy moan.

"Little birdie-chan down there doesn't seem to want to though, kufufufu~", a mischievous smirk as the other fondles the raven. He takes pleasure in the erotic bite of the lip from the usually stoic prefect.

Hibari's never felt such dislike towards his school uniform until now, as a painful hard on rages underneath the thin cloth.

"You sure about that, Kyouya?", a taller raven under the skylark murmurs, trailing butterfly kisses up the pale neck. He sucks on a spot under his ear, leaving a mark. Slender fingers grip Hibari's chin and tilts his head upwards.

A searing kiss and the slight grinding of the other's hard on against his prostate from the baseball star has Hibari wanting more as the other nibbles at his bottom lip teasingly.

"Mph.. Stop..! Ah..!"

Mukuro, the ever daring one, brings himself closer to the prefect's privates. As Takeshi breaks away from the skylark, a single thread of saliva snapping as he leans away, Mukuro licks his lips at the small tent before him.

He unzips-

KICK!

"I... said stop... herbivore..!", the prefect pants outs, red in the face with a trail of saliva down his chin. With swift movement, he elbows the baseball star. However, Takeshi foresaw his move and wraps a calloused hand around the arm with a firm hold. Then, he restrains the prefect's arms.

Mukuro has recovered by now, a foot-shaped bruise forming on the right of his face. A wide smirk forms on his lips as he saunters over to where the two ravens are, on the prefect's office chair. The chair creaks as Mukuro rests his hands on the armrests, leaning closer for a kiss.

Hibari moves to kick the other where it counts, but the illusionist is prepared with a snap of his finger. With his legs chained to the floor, he is unable to fight off Mukuro.

"Kufufufu, is Skylark-kun trapped?", a mischievous whisper into his ear. He shivers as a tongue flicks his earlobe.

Hibari purses his lips as Takeshi grazes his canine softly down his neck. The baseball star nips at the crook of his neck, small marks dotting his pale skin. Whilst he is distracted, the illusionist takes the opportunity to pull the dress shirt apart, buttons popping and flying across the room.

Hibari hisses as the cold air makes contact with his now bare torso, his back arching into Takeshi's firm body. His action causes the other to hiss at the sudden contact against his hard on.

"Kyouya...", Takeshi moans into the prefect's ear before burying his face into the other's back, kissing it lightly.

"Kufufu, looks like little Takeshi can't take it anymore~"

The illusionist chuckles as he reaches over to Takeshi and tilts his head up. "I think it's about we relieve him, no? Kufufufu~"

xx

Kusakabe stands awkwardly outside of the Disciplinary Committee Chairman's office as wanton moans and loud creaks waft through the door. He'd been appointed to stand guard in case "herbivores" decided to barge through the door while Kyou-san "deals" with the "herbivores".

He steels himself and chews nervously on his stick of wheatgrass. He should've brought his earplugs today...

THE END

I'm gonna go purify my mind or something... I don't think I'll ever write smut/sex/icky-sticky-activities... Is this even rated M? _(_\ /_ _ )_ *crawls into chocolate cave*