Belphegor/Hibari. Well, today was an insanely happy day for me (plus it was my dad's birthday and there was cake, rendering your cake-is-a-lie argument invalid) and I suddenly felt like updating this! Thank you cursedlonelyheart for requesting; I also think we need a little more het here~. And, as always, thank all of you so much for faving and reviewing and I shall get on your requests as soon as possible! Up next: Byakuran/Kyoko, then two random requests!

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The game

Hibari had been cocky.

Too cocky and careless—that's how he ended up being in a critical state. Last time, his opponent ran away and he believed it was because the other boy was scared of his obvious superiority, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Since the last encounter, the other had evolved from simple wire-and-dagger play into something more—something dirty that had caught him momentarily off guard. Hibari was just about to deliver the finishing blow when his opponent surprised him with… sakura.

His stomach churned and he missed his target. Hibari Kyoya had a perfect eye—how could a few stupid pink flowers throw his aim? He'd been given the antidote to his sakura-kura a few years ago, so why? To put it simply: post-traumatic stress. It was his only weakness, and somehow, his opponent heard it from someone, and he knew who that someone was.

A damn, dirty illusionist.

Hibari winced ever so slightly and stood his ground, the twin tonfa in his hands raised in a defensive pose. Very rarely was he on the defensive—usually, he was the predator, but tonight, he found someone whose rival skills almost matched his own. Wit, strength, cunning. But the sakura trick only made him smirk because it meant his enemy was becoming a little desperate. Slowly, he lowered his metal weapons and took a step forward, leaving a small gap between them. The blonde before him was breathing heavily and blood trickled down the left side of his face but his grin was as wide and menacing as ever.

"This is exciting," Belphegor said, his voice rough. "It's hard to find a worthy opponent sometimes."

"Worthy?" Hibari repeated, lowering his head a little. "You aren't worthy enough to fight me. I'm stronger than you are. You're nothing more than a cockroach that needs to be stepped on."

Suddenly, Belphegor's smirk dropped and a bead of bloody sweat ran down the side of his temple and his breathing stopped. Red saliva dribbled from his mouth and he slowly looked down at the tonfa embedded deeply in his stomach. He coughed and Hibari moved back, letting the prince fall to his knees and clench his stomach. Hibari circled the fallen boy like a predator.

Suddenly, he lunged.

"The prince bows down only to me, now," Hibari said, grabbing a handful of Belphegor's matted blonde hair and forcing him to look into the prefect's dark eyes.

Belphegor's smirk returned and he chuckled. "You are trying to dominate me? This is even more exciting."

Hibari's eyes widened and he stiffened when Belphegor lurched forward, but not to attack him, as he had been expecting. Belphegor pulled away from the skylark, who caught a glimpse of his own blood on the prince's lips before it was licked away. Disgusted, Hibari shivered and grimaced at the sight.

"Ushishishi, I wonder how long I could play with you before you break?"

"Disgusting pervert," Hibari hissed, throwing Belphegor against the nearest wall. "If anyone breaks it will be you."

The Varia genius staggered to his feet, knives in hand. "The game is on, then."