Mukuro/Hibari && Byakuran/Mukuro

Warning(s): Yaoi, disturbing contents, possible cannon character's deaths, and very OOC uke Mukuro.
Extra note: Personally I would classify this fic as being rather dark. Read at your own risk!

Author's Note: So... I'm finally back after a year of hiatus, though I cannot promise if I will continue writing, but I've recently developed muse back to this fic, and so here you go, Chapter 2! I've received request in including lemons for this fic, but unfortunately I'm not that all experienced in writing smut, so maybe you'd like to drop by in my inbox so we can have some sort of discussion? That would delight me greatly! And of course, if the idea belongs to you I would include your name in the credits.

Ashes of Winter (Previously Caught Up the Edge)

Chapter 2

He did not forget how that hand had touched him so thoroughly. How it roamed every part of his body and every inch of his skin, imprinting every curve to memory. It had shocked him the first time he was touched like this, for Rokudou Mukuro had always been a master of his own emotions, disallowing his body to rule over his mind the way most humans did, and his wits never failed him during all those twenty-four years of his life, up till that very day.

The fact that the first man who was able to draw unguarded noises from his mouth had been the same man who lost to him in Kokuyo 9 years ago was unnerving. Mukuro felt intensely disturbed, much more than it was to his liking, but there was also pleasure, and the Mist Guardian was torn between hating and loving Hibari Kyoya's guts.

Though, it did not surprised him that he ended up choosing the latter. In fact, he was amused how, for the first time in his living years, Mukuro willingly allowed such foolishness to overcome him and let it consumed him whole. It was not the fact that he was blinded by love –or lust-. He hadn't lost himself in the bliss of Hibari's touches and kisses. He did not love Hibari the way lovers loved each other. What was between them was not genuine love, but in fact it was more towards the need to feel whole again. They were rivals, yes, and had been since their first confrontation, but it was also that point alone that made them felt that they needed one another to feel complete.

To Mukuro, it was as though Hibari was that person that he had been looking for his entire life. And Hibari knew, which is why at times he would play that little game of his –to disappear for weeks and months on end from Mukuro's life until the Mist Guardian could not hold on any longer, and when he finally drops to the level beyond frustration Hibari would appear outside his door and has his way with him once more.

It made him irritated, and no less annoyed, but Mukuro would have been lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed it. It was as though the Cloud knew what was going on his mind: Mukuro likes things that are harder to get.

Strange, how that mundane skylark was the one who could do these kind of things to him. To mess up with his mind and bend his emotions the way he please without even trying. Perhaps Mukuro have finally met someone who qualifies to become his superior. Hibari alone fit that title; as for the rest of the guardians – Gokudera, Yamamoto, Ryohei, and so on – it would be outrageous to think of them as the same level with himself. They were people who has seen the brightest and darkest side of the world and despite having experienced hardship, they still have that light in the eyes. A light that cannot be seen in neither Hibari nor Mukuro. Perhaps that was why the Cloud and Mist isolate themselves from getting too acquainted with the rest of the Vongola. Because things like these do not need to be spoken to be acknowledged. They all knew.

"You know I'll come looking for you when I want you." Hibari said as he shifted his weight on the bed, lighting up a cigarette after his hand casually found the lighter in the first drawer of the little cabinet next to their bed, as though it wasn't his first time staying over the night in the illusionist's abode.

"Ku fu fu fu. But when I want you..? That wouldn't be fair to me, would it?" He knew Hibari only said those words because whenever they laid together he would make sure Mukuro was the first one to make the move. Which was why he loved this little game… because he could have the pleasure of seeing Mukuro beg. But the Mist Guardian knew, and saved some of his pride by not making it too obvious.

"It wouldn't." he confirms, the light of his cigarette strong against the dim background of their room. 2 hours to dawn and they had already 3 rounds since last night. Mukuro blames it on Hibari, for the last time they had seen each other was a little more than half a year ago. "But that way I can make sure you stay obediently under my control." He gave a soft chuckle, "It wouldn't do if you got bored of me some day and went for another. That would hurt my pride greatly."

Heterochromatic eyes blinks, showing the faintest sign of surprise though its owner regretted it immediately and before Hibari could point it out, it was gone as quickly as the breeze.

"You're concerned? How pleasantly surprising. I'm flattered."

Even as he said those words, he'd caught the littlest look of sincerity in the skylark's eyes. Mukuro was a jealous man; the reason he'd been so frustrated at Hibari's disappearance was because he was paranoid that the Cloud was off with someone else. That Cavallone, perhaps? He did not like to think about that possibility, so instead he focuses on the fact that how much it disturbed him to let Hibari owned him the way he did. Were it for anyone else, Mukuro would have killed off that person to be rid of this weakness. But somehow he felt that he wouldn't be any better off if Hibari was gone. So he lets it be.

At times he wonders if these feelings were mutual. Now he knew. Hibari was jealous, too. And somehow that pleases the illusionist.

"Don't get too cocky, I'll bite you to death."

That brought a smile to Mukuro's lips. It somehow reminded him of the Kyoya the first time they met. During that time the couple had tried to kill each other, and Hibari's look had been hostile, intense, filled with irritation and annoyance. That same look now lingering in Hibari's eyes 9 years later, as he pulls him into a fiery kiss.

He was jerked awake by the first senses of bitter frost as eyelids flutters open, breathe frantic. It had been too disappointing for Mukuro when he woke up only to find that a dream. Yet not entirely, it was more than a dream, it was a memory. It was as though Mukuro was sitting as a side spectator as he watches his memories reel back, memories of him and Kyoya and Tsunayoushi. He would have made a blatantly lie if he said he didn't enjoyed it. In fact, those were the best times of his life.

His attention was forced to draw back when the arm that had slipped itself around his waist moved. Mukuro turns his head, disgust engulfs his entire being when he saw a white-haired man sleeping next to him, looks peaceful, contrary to what he was showed when the man was awake. He remembered little of what happened last night, mostly because Mukuro did not want to remember, but the bruises on his body and limbs and neck said otherwise. Byakuran had promised to be gentle, but it seems he would not go easy on a man who would not bow before torture.

Mukuro moves his hips a little, only to be struck by scorching pain through the lower half of his body. Byakuran had been wary enough to hurt him enough so the Mist's movements would fall more handicapped towards his advantage if he ever intend to escape. Such a careful person, the reason why he was as equally fearsome.

That little gesture seem to awaken the white-haired demon, as the hand moves up to grab his shoulders and turns him over to look at its owner.

"Good morning, Mukuro-kun ~" sang Byakuran in a sing-song voice, gripping Mukuro's already bruised hand as though he feared the Mist would jump out of bed and run away any sooner. "You passed out in the middle of last night, tell me am I really that good?"

Fists clenched, face burning, but the illusionist somehow managed to uphold his smile. "Ku fu fu fu. Over confident, are you? Perhaps I say that I've merely been bored to sleep?"

Mukuro's insides tensed when Byakuran's grip tightens further. It's going to leave another bruise, if it goes on, but that seemed to matter a little at this apparent moment. For all his attention was diverted to the look in Byakuran's eyes, hungry and licking his lips, like a tiger ready to pounce onto its selected prey.

"Fu fu fu. Is that so? Then maybe I should have another go, hopefully this time I'll give you a morning where you will never forget."

Mukuro stiffed a yelp when he dive down suddenly and bit his neck, and it seemed as though Byakuran knew that the Mist was holding back on purpose, he moves his teeth to the place where Mukuro's adam apple was and sucks at the bob. This time, he couldn't hold back any longer and before he could have second thoughts, a chocked gasp tore from his throat.

Byakuran smiled. It was only the beginning.