Could it be? Could I really have finally updated? Shocking, yes I know. Okay, I give you the gift of smut for two simple reasons. Firstly, to celebrate my beloved Mukuro finally coming back in the manga (yeah, I know it was like a chapter ago but who cares) and secondly, because I fail at updating at reasonable times. I got more than a few PM's about my lack of updates and even a review telling me that I have neglected to do anything for about a quarter of a year (which sounds a lot longer when you put it like that)! Anyway, the review from Nikiteek was finally the one that kicked my ass back to Microsoft Word. So yeah, enjoy what I finally put together for all the people who are still reading.

If it makes myself seem any better in all this, I did try to post this chapter a couple of days ago, but everytime I tried Fanfiction kept giving me error messages. Did anyone else get this problem, or did Fanfiction go through a phase of hating me?

After going through all the trouble of telling Mukuro he didn't want to see him anymore, Hibari was certainly making a mess of proving it to him. He wrapped his arms around the illusionist's neck and pulled him downwards so he wouldn't have to do anything as degrading as standing on his toes. Naturally, after getting over the momentary shock, Mukuro responded positively. He didn't bother to question the turnabout of behavior, and instead kissed back happily - prying open Hibari's mouth with his tongue. As far as he was concerned, this was the closest he would ever get to a confession from his very favorite Cloud Guardian.

Eventually, Hibari pulled away and rested his forehead on Mukuro's shoulder, refusing to look up and meet his gaze should he spot the expression of confusion he was wearing. Mukuro said nothing, choosing to smile and wrap his arms securely around him instead.

'What the hell have you done to me?' Hibari snapped bitterly, his voice muffled by Mukuro's shirt. 'Why am I so confused?'

Mukuro tilted his head. 'You are not very good with emotions, are you?' he remarked casually.

'I'll kill you.'

'Kyoya, you must get out of the habit of threatening me every few minutes,' he sighed. 'Or is that your way of showing affection?' Hibari punched him, but didn't pull away from the embrace. 'Hm, but if violence is your way of affection, then I suppose you like a lot of people.'

'Don't be stupid' Hibari muttered into Mukuro's shoulder. 'I don't like anyone.'

Mukuro smirked. 'Oh, and I suppose that practically hugging me means that you hate my guts?'

Hibari punched him again. 'Shut up.' He still didn't pull away, but instead looked up and glared at Mukuro as if it was all his fault that Hibari had kissed him. Mukuro smiled, unfazed at the scowl, and chuckled at the mixed signals he was getting continuously from the Cloud Guardian. Kissing one minute, death threats the next. Hibari could write a book on how to give out mixed signals.

'You really must come to terms with your feelings eventually, Kyoya,' Mukuro said softly. 'I might not be around for long.'

Hibari's glare faltered for a moment, and he paused. 'What's that supposed to mean?'

'Nothing important.'

'Don't say pointless things, herbivore.'

'I'll keep that in mind.' Mukuro chuckled again at the glare he was receiving.

'You're a bastard.'

'A magnificent bastard though, Kyoya,' smirked the illusionist. Hibari scoffed and finally pulled away sharply as if he had only just realized what he had done. He turned away and Mukuro looked on with a soft smirk. 'So, what will you do now?'

Hibari picked up a book, fully aware of the lingering gaze on his back. 'I am going to read, and you're going to leave me alone.'

Mukuro chuckled softly, 'You still don't believe me, do you?' The hesitation in Hibari's attitude was obvious as he stayed rooted to his spot, the random book half-open in his hands. Mukuro continued anyway. 'What must I do to prove to you that I love you, Kyoya? Do you want me to get down on one knee and serenade you?'

'What?' Hibari said incredulously, forgetting that he was supposed to be reading and turned around to stare at Mukuro strangely. 'No, don't be ridiculous.'

'Are you sure? I have a lovely singing voice.'

Hibari shook his head. 'If you sing, Mukuro, I will hit you.'

'Kufufu,' he laughed shaking his head. 'Seriously though, Kyoya, how should I prove to you that I am, for once, being truthful?'

Pursing his lips in pent up frustration, Hibari glared at him, not really sure how to answer that. So he didn't. He turned back to the random book, which, he noticed, wasn't even in Japanese, and switched it for another one. He knew that Mukuro was awaiting an answer, and he also knew that the illusionist was aware that there was no answer.

He resisted the urge to sigh in annoyance, and suddenly felt the need to fidget under Mukuro's gaze. Instead, he turned to the Mist Guardian, managing to keep his face somewhat impassive as he locked eyes with his. They held the gaze for a long moment, until Hibari blinked, grimaced a little and turned away.

'Why?' he snapped, forcing himself to look at Mukuro.

The illusionist looked like he had been expecting this question. 'Hm?'

'Why, dammit? Why do you - love me?'

Mukuro shrugged. 'Why not?'

'Answer me!'

Mukuro was silent for what seemed like a long moment, as if he was mulling over his words. 'I suppose you are looking for some obvious reason that will give you no other choice but to believe or not believe me but, the thing is Kyoya, I don't really have a reason for loving you,' he said simply with a light chuckle. 'I cannot give you an answer that I myself do not know. All I know is that there is no point in denying it. I'm in love with you. That's all there is to it.' As he spoke, his eyes never left Hibari, and it was due to force of will that Hibari held the eye contact. 'Is that satisfactory enough for you or would you like me to elaborate?'

'It's wrong,' Hibari said. 'You're a herbivore. It's so wrong…'

'Yes, yes, and you are a carnivore,' Mukuro nodded. 'I'm perfectly aware with how you see the world, Kyoya.' He stepped forward. 'Although, has it ever occurred to you that perhaps you are no the only so-called carnivore that exists?' Close enough to reach out to Hibari now, Mukuro lifted his chin, forcing him to look him in the eye. 'What is it you want, Kyoya?'

Hibari stayed silent. He didn't know anymore. Part of him wanted to break Mukuro's nose but then again…he didn't know what to do. Did he want Mukuro? Did he want him to leave? Would Mukuro listen to him either way? He averted his eyes, just barely catching the smile that was sent his way.

He didn't push him away when Mukuro kissed him softly. In fact, he did the opposite. His body did the talking for him, and he instantly pulled Mukuro closer, deepening the kiss. Quickly, it went from chaste to intimate, much more intimate than what he was used too. He found himself pushed against the wall as he poured all his emotions into that one kiss; all of his hate, his confusion, and any other emotion that he couldn't quite identify.

If he had any thoughts of pushing Mukuro away, they had officially dissolved along with whatever words were on his tongue when the illusionist turned his attention to kissing down his neck. Lips drifting down pale skin, nipping, biting, kissing and sucking, not focusing on leaving his mark so much as giving into his own temptation as he attacked Hibari's neck. Hibari glared and yanked the illusionist's head back up to meet his, crashing their lips together once again. He just didn't care anymore. Without even thinking, his body had reacted to Mukuro's touch. It wasn't a matter of whether he thought this was right or wrong anymore. He was sure of it now. He wanted Mukuro - he wanted him badly.

Before he knew it, his body was acting on its own and he found himself clawing at Mukuro's jacket, pulling it off and throwing it to the other side of the room. It seemed that Mukuro was on autopilot also, as he was not smiling as he rolled his hips against Hibari's, nor was he chuckling at Hibari's flushed face (because he just knew that his face was flushed). Instead, with surprising gentleness, he pressed his lips to Hibari's. In that one kiss, all their actions halted. The fumbling of shirts, the grinding of hips, the panting that Hibari wasn't even aware of; it all stopped for that one chaste kiss.

Mukuro pulled away and looked at Hibari through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily. Hibari stared back, not entirely sure what he should be doing. He didn't have to know though. His body already knew what to do. Instantly, he pulled Mukuro back to him, pushing their lips together once more and parting his lips for better access. Mukuro smirked against his mouth, and ran his hands down Hibari's sides, tracing the outlines of his hips with his palms. He always liked Hibari's hips. They weren't exactly like a woman's, but they were slender, smooth, and great for gripping.

'So,' Mukuro said as he pulled away a little breathlessly, leaning his forehead against Hibari's, 'I take it this means -'

'Shut up, Mukuro,' Hibari muttered, not wanting it (whatever 'it' was) said aloud. Mukuro chuckled lightly and kissed him again, pressing him harder against the wall. A ferocious edged came into the act as they battled furiously with their tongues, slicking the muscles against each other, twisting, turning and exploring already very familiar territory. In the end, like usual, it was Mukuro who ended up dominating the kiss - whether it was due to more experience, or just his ethnicity, Hibari couldn't say - and soon unnaturally clumsy fingers fumbled with shirts, trying to pop the buttons out. Realizing what was happening, Hibari regained his senses and grabbed Mukuro's wrist.

'Hm?' Mukuro inquired, quizzically.

'Not here.' Mukuro smiled and moved Hibari's grip from his wrist to his hand. His fingers intertwined with slightly smaller digits, and he pulled on the appendage, smirking knowingly.

In many ways, Hibari supposed, he shouldn't have let Mukuro lead him away. He should have stayed in the library; he should have rejected Mukuro like he rejected any one else who said that they loved him. He didn't though. He didn't even snatch his hand away.

Sooner than expected, Hibari was pressed against the closed door in his room, responding to a kiss from the man who claimed to be in love with him. The man he was actually beginning to believe when he claimed that. For a moment, Hibari began to wonder how exactly he had ended up in that situation when just that morning he wase trying to put as much distance btween him and Mukuro as possible. A hand on his belt brought him out of his thoughts, and he allowed long fingers to make quick work of the unwanted item. He himself returned the favor, grumbling into the kiss when he found more than one thin belt to undo. Mukuro chuckled and moved his hands downwards, assisting with the belts.

Clothes were shed as they stumbled towards the futon, still kissing furiously. Mukuro gained enough sense to push Hibari down and straddle him as he ripped off whatever was left of his unbuttoned shirt. Sighing bitterly into the kiss, Hibari wrapped an arm around Mukuro's neck, and used his other arm to keep himself from falling backwards. He could feel the perpetual grin Mukuro wore as their mouths clashed breathlessly over and over again. He noted absently that the taste of some sort of alcohol was mixed in with the illusionist's natural taste. Not a taste Hibari was fond of - not one who found pleasure from drinking wine - but, by then, he couldn't really find a reason to care.

'You're…you're a bastard,' he moaned between kisses that almost seemed pointless now that Mukuro had began to grind their hips together, creating brilliant friction that would leave anyone breathless. Long fingers began to dance over Hibari's abdomen before thumbs hooked into his boxers.

'Kufufufu,' chuckled the illusionist as he began to slowly pull them down, gliding his fingertips along pale skin that was flushed a light pink that was so deliciously tempting that Mukuro had to hold himself back from rushing everything. He smirked and kissed down Hibari's chest, stopping at a pert nipple and taking the bud into his mouth.

'I hate being treated like a girl,' Hibari gasped, his straining erection totally contradicting his remark.

Mukuro smirked and paused his ministrations to look up. 'I'm making up for lost time, Kyoya,' he purred as his excuse. Teasingly, he poked his tongue out again and slowly slicked it along the nipple that had hardened considerably.

Once he was satisfied, he moved onto the next nipple and swirled his tongue around the bud, playfully flicking it and sucking sensually. Hibari groaned out his frustrations and curled his fingers and toes into the futon, arching his back against his will and biting his lips to keep any sounds at bay. Mukuro smiled and, not removing his lips from Hibari's chest, brought up his fingers and traced Hibari's mouth. Knowing what he wanted, Hibari's lips parted and he accepted the digits into the wet cavern, immediately wetting them - slicking his tongue around them in attempts to get them nice and lubricated. The real lube, after all, was all the way across the room and the two of them were much too aroused to go and fetch it.

Mukuro sat up and pulled his fingers out with a pop before moving them down south and wasting no time by instantly inserting two of them into Hibari's entrance. He smirked at the expression he caused, adding the third finger slyly. Hibari shuddered and bit his lip harder to suppress the moan that was threatening to leave his throat. Tilting his head and smirking like a cat, Mukuro curled his fingers into the spot that made Hibari react, this time gaining a moan that was just too delicious for him to bare it.

'Dammit Mukuro,' Hibari panted, cracking his eyes open into a glare, 'hurry the hell up.' Mukuro raised a brow, obviously believing that he had not finished his job at preparing the smaller man. The smirk returned however, and he removed his fingers, eliciting a low groan before spitting in his hand (making sure to chuckle to himself about how unhygienic it was) and slicking his aching cock generously. It wasn't the greatest lubricant, but it would do. Hibari could take it.

He grabbed Hibari's hips, probably leaving bruises, and guided him so that he was hovering over the straining erection. Without hesitation, Mukuro pushed the tip in, biting back a hiss. Meanwhile, Hibari grew impatient. Not thinking at all of the repercussions of what he was about to do, he quickly braced himself and slammed himself down until he had impaled himself to the hilt. Mukuro cursed aloud and fell back on the futon, clamping his eyes shut at the sudden penetration as Hibari suddenly realized why he shouldn't have done that. He sat with Mukuro inside him, eyes closed and breath coming out in short pained gasps.

'Eager, Kyoya?' Mukuro managed to rasp, resting his hands on Hibari's thighs.

Hibari cracked his eyes open into a glare, and breathed heavily out of his nose. 'Shut up,' he hissed through gritted teeth. He didn't wait until the pain was bearable before he started to move. He could take the discomfort and he figured that it would get better quicker if he moved sooner. Swallowing away the feeling of his insides being torn apart, he slowly pulled himself up before once again slamming back down. He could feel his own blood drip down on Mukuro's legs and hips but it was becoming a great lubricant to ease the entry. Mukuro furrowed his eyebrows and managed to get a firmer grip on Hibari's hips, making it much easier for him to go up and down on the erection.

'Are you alright, Kyoya?' Mukuro asked.

'Shut up,' Hibari repeated. 'Stop talking.'

Mukuro smirked as Hibari rode him for all he was worth, before finally deciding to take over the situation. He grabbed his forearms and pushed him forcefully, making him lie on his back with his legs in the air. Hibari groaned quietly at the sudden change in position and dug his nails into Mukuro's arms. He tried not to bite his lip, but ended up doing it anyway to avoid moaning aloud. Grey-blue eyes opened, Hibari not entirely sure when they actually shut, to see Mukuro's flushed face looking back at him. Hair pooled around his shoulders, the tie being lost somewhere along the way, and brushed against Hibari's chest with every thrust. Realizing that Hibari was sort of glaring at him, Mukuro cracked a breathless smile and somehow managed to chuckle.

With his arms slowly shuddering in fatigue, Mukuro ended up leaning on his forearms to steady himself, shortening the distance between his head and Hibari's. The gap was quickly closed however, neither of them knowing which of them was the one to do it. Lips clashed together intimately, tongues battling almost as soon as they collided. The pointlessness of it didn't even occur to either to them, since they ran out of breath before they could kiss decently.

The room had gotten unbearably hot by then and sweat drenched both their bodies, making a slapping sound every time their skin collided. Both were getting close to their climaxes and all form or coherent thought had vanished from their heads. After a few angled thrusts from Mukuro, Hibari came with a moan of his name. Grinding his teeth together, Mukuro sped up, biting his lips when he came soon after. With shaking hands, he slowly pulled out of Hibari, shivering when the now surprisingly cold air hit him. He smiled breathlessly and pushed Hibari's legs down before collapsing beside him.

After a moment of regaining his breath, Mukuro was the one to speak first. 'You should avoid me more often,' he muttered. Hibari didn't turn to look at him. 'Kyoya?'

While Mukuro tried to get a vocal reaction out of him, Hibari was realizing what had just happened. Wasn't he supposed to be stopping whatever relationship he had with the illusionist? Sure, he didn't care when he was sleeping with Mukuro, but now? He turned to Mukuro and stared at him for a long moment.

'Am I really that handsome?'

Hibari grimaced. 'Do be so full of yourself, herbivore,' he muttered, pursing his lips.

Mukuro turned so that he was lying on his side facing Hibari. 'If I didn't know any better, Kyoya,' he said, 'I would say that you're pouting.'

'And I would say that you're an idiot,' he retorted, subconsciously drawing his head closer to Mukuro's.

'Kufufu.' He shouldn't have been surprised when Mukuro chastely kissed him, but was anyway. 'Not that I'm complaining, Kyoya, but why the change of mind?' The smirk on his face told Hibari that Mukuro already knew the answer to the question, and was only asking it to hear it out loud.

'I don't need to explain myself to you,' he muttered against his lips, glaring faintly through half-lidded eyes.

Mukuro smiled. 'No,' he said. 'I don't suppose you do.'

Ah, this chapter was so difficult to write! What with college and everything getting in my way! I hope the smut makes up for my absence (she asks sheepishly). Anyhow, I would like to say that the next update will be soon but because of my amazing ability to procrastinate I really won't promise anything. I wouldn't worry about the fic not being finished however, since I won't let this damn thing defeat me!

Also, since it was the unGodly hour of half three in the morning when I wrote this, I would appreciate it if any mistakes can be spotted out. I get a little more sloppy when I'm tired but, unfortunately, that's also when I get most of my inspiration - especially when I'm writing smut!

Well, until the next time I decide to pull my act together enough for another update, please review and I bid you all goodbye~