Title: It All Started With Step Number One

Rating: M

Warnings: 6918, OOCness, Lemon, PWP pretty much…xD

Note: Surprised to see this updated? Me too….T^T That's how bad it was for me~ gaaaah~ This chapter is dedicated to dear thPeekaboo who encouraged me again and again to keep writing for our beloved MukuHiba. And here it is! Enjoy and please leave a review behind! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyoshi Hitman Reborn!

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Step Three: It felt like betrayal, it looked like betrayal, it smelt like betrayal, it sounded like betrayal, but the problem was, it wasn't betrayal.

If I could, I would break the hands of every clock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Hibari sat up abruptly from the bed he shared with his partner, only to find that the other half of the bed was unoccupied. The room was suffocating, filled with the consistent ticking of the clock. Glaring at the clock whilst pulling the white sheets off of him, Hibari got off the bed, wincing slightly at the pain that jolted in his backside, his hands automatically reaching back to attempt to soothe the pain.

Hobbling over to the bathroom, Hibari pressed his naked skin against the cool tiles, relishing in how wonderful it felt to be numbed by the cold and hard tiles. As if they were freezing his thoughts, his emotions, his time.

Hibari's piercing grey eyes stared into the mismatched eyes of the man that just walked out of the shower.

He could feel the heat radiating off the other man.

Mukuro ran a hand through his wet hair before nudging towards the direction of the shower. Hibari closed his eyes and stretched his tired limbs across the tiles; he could feel the throbbing ache in his back side. Too uncomfortable, but he could just ignore it. It wasn't anything new. Not that something new would hinder him.

Opening his eyes, Hibari reached up and pulled an equally naked Mukuro on top of him. It felt nice, the tingling feel of the warmth from Mukuro's body that flowed into his skin, mixing with the feel of the cool tiles. It heightened his sensitivity as a shiver ran through his spine.

Tick.

Tock.

But it wasn't REALLY him.

Hibari silently cursed the illusionist in his head. Having his soul here just wasn't enough. He wanted to know that Mukuro wouldn't just disappear through his fingers one day, like the mist. Like his illusion. Like the him locked deep in that filthy prison.

Nuzzling his head into Mukuro's shoulder, Hibari almost instinctively wrapped his pale legs around a dripping wet Mukuro's waist.

"So touchy all of a sudden, Kyoya?"

Mukuro sighed as he wrapped his long arms around Hibari before pulling the both of them up so they were sitting, leaning against the cold tiled wall.

Carding through Hibari's mop of raven hair with one hand, Mukuro waited patiently as Hibari adjusted himself to a comfortable position in his lap.

"You know, if you don't get dressed, you're going to catch a cold"

Mukuro's fingers stopped carding through Hibari's hair as he scoffed "Well, if you'd stop letting your mood run you amuck…I wouldn't be sitting here trying to comfort you"

"You're comforting me?" Hibari asked quizzically, obviously confused as he muttered under his breath "thought you were trying to feel me up"

"So, what's wrong?" Mukuro asked, sighing in defeat as he removed his other hand away from Hibari's inner thigh.

"You" Hibari answered lazily, stretching his legs out.

"Me?"

Hibari did not say anything as he looked at Mukuro. He leaned forward and placed his lips on top of Mukuro's lips, eyes closing. He wanted to cry.

Parting, Hibari placed his hands on either side of Mukuro's face "I am kissing you, right?"

"Yes" Mukuro replied, albeit hesitant, he gave the other a smile.

"I am Hibari Kyoya…and you are Rokudo Mukuro" Hibari said softly, slowly.

The illusionist frowned, a little worried about whatever was going through Hibari's head.

"Kiss me" Mukuro. Hibari closed his eyes as Mukuro complied, lips touching lips. Pressing gently.

Pulling back, Hibari wrapped his arms around Mukuro's neck, placing his head on Mukuro's shoulder as he mumbled, knowing that his words would reach the other's ear "Can you hear me?" he bit into the other's neck, lapping up the blood "Can you feel me?"

Tick.

Always wishing for your embrace, suspended on our string of dreams.

Tock.

'Ahh~ So this is what it's all about' Mukuro thought to himself as he wrapped his own arms around the other "Can you hear me?" Mukuro asked back "Can you feel me?" his hold tightening.

"Am I?" Hibari asked "Are you really there?" The tonfa wielder took in a breath "I feel as though I'm dreaming, dreaming a dream that's going to turn into a nightmare"

"Then, I'll be here, with you in this nightmare"

With quick movements, Hibari pinned Mukuro to the bathroom floor.

Hibari bit his lips "Take me" and in Mukuro's eyes, pulled off a rather distressed expression.

It pained him to see such an expression on the Cloud Guardian's face. It wasn't right. That was not an expression he was supposed to wear.

Though he had to admit, it was quite appealing.

He could feel Hibari's hold on him tighten as time ticked by. Lips sucking on an exposed neck, hands that wanted to wander, but remained restricted.

Slowly, Mukuro pushed his fingers into Hibari's entrance, noting that it was still a little loose from before. However, he carefully stretched the other as he rubbed the conveniently placed body oil against the muscles.

He could feel Hibari pant against his neck. Slender fingers tightened.

"Melt me" Hibari whispered before he sealed his lips against Mukuro's lips.

Mukuro's fingers spread Hibari's naked cheeks, he pressed his mouth against the other as he felt Hibari's prepared entrance engulf him warmly.

"I can feel you" Mukuro stated, as if he were trying to reassure the other "can you feel me?"

Hibari nodded groaned as his cheeks rubbed against Mukuro's ball, the shaft inside him twitching, as if it wanted to be dug even deeper.

"Are you melting?"

A pale hand stretched forward to caress Mukuro's cheeks. Lips descending.

"Kyoya" whispered Mukuro as he reached up to hold Hibari's face.

Hibari's eyes widened and he jolted.

Pale and long fingers curled around Mukuro's throat, grasping tightly, clenching till his nails dug into the skin, wanting to draw blood.

"Do you want…to kill me?" Mukuro chocked out, his hands still grasping onto Hibari's shoulders.

"I do" Hibari looked into the other's eyes, and repeated once more "I do"

"You don't need to lie, make excuses or even hide when you're with me." Mukuro smiled as he treasured the softened look on the other's face "I am the gardener that cuts your thorns, and you, you are the flower that never withers, forever by my side."

He lowered his head. His silky black hair hiding his eyes as he cried, his hold on Mukuro's throat loosening.

Tick.

Tock.

"Come back"…to me… whispered Hibari. I need you.

"Don't cry…I'm still here. I can feel you…I can"

"If you don't come back…I am going to go look for you, to take you back"

"You're going to hunt me down?" Mukuro asked, teasingly.

The Cloud Guardian nodded

"In THAT place?"

He nodded again. It didn't matter where the other man was locked up, whichever prison it was, he needed the Mist Illusionist, and whatever he wanted, he will obtain.

One of his hands reached up to cup Hibari's cheek, his fingers wiping away the tears "Don't come. I'll come to you this time. I will. So wait for me, Kyoya"

"Please" Hibari sobbed out, one of his hands holding tightly onto the hand that was caressing his cheek. Mukuro.

Tick.

Tock.

So that I could spend all of eternity with just you.