Chapter 1

Muffled moans and pants were all that disrupted the silence of the dimly lit room as the two students shuffled against each other. Clumsily and feverishly did they strip each other of their school jackets, letting them fall carelessly into a heap on the floor before reconnecting their lips in a fight for dominance.

Nimble fingers made their way to the top of the prefect's polo shirt, swiftly unbuttoning the first few obstacles before dipping down to lick, kiss, bite and suck on the other's clavicle.

The smell of iron reached his senses as his own blood was spilled. Hissing at the feel of the wet muscle that lapped up his blood and swirled around the bite mark, he squirmed slightly under the other's grasp. Grabbing a fistful of dark blue hair, he pulled the illusionist away, glaring at the bloodied smirk that formed on his lips. "Bastard."

It was know to others that Hibari Kyouya and Mukuro Rokudo hated each other with the passion of a thousand suns. Though the current situation they were in, rolling around the room in a heated frenzy, did strike them as peculiar. Hibari did not particularly know whether the burning sensation he felt in his chest was that of love or lust but he was too caught up in the moment to properly think. Until he gets the moment to do so, he'll label it as a new form of battle.

Hibari found himself pinned against the wall with Mukuro eagerly pulling at the buckle of his belt. Growling because he was so close to submission, he flipped their positions and smirked predatorily when Mukuro yelped both in shock and slight pain.

The sound of light footsteps approaching the room caught their attention and they both froze in their places. The voice of Kusukabe penetrated the now eerily quiet room. "Kyo-san?" he called, his footsteps drawing closer. "Are you in here?"

Snapping out of their stupor, the two teens separated from each other and frantically grabbed at their discarded clothing. Mukuro pocketed his socks and quickly pulled on his shoes before making his way towards the window. He was already half way through when an article of clothing hit the back of his head. He reached for it, barely hearing Hibari berate him for being so careless, and leapt out the window and out of sight.

The prefect put his jacket over his shoulders in his usual fashion before hearing a light rapping at the door. Clearing his throat, he sat down behind his desk and sighed slightly. "What do you want?" he called.

Truly, their relationship (if one could actually call it a relationship) was like no other. There was a mutual feeling of confusion and feral desire that both boys had no explanation to, nor did they have any idea how to handle their affiliations of sorts. Hibari let out another small sigh as Kusukabe entered with his head held low in show of respect. The prefect pushed away the thoughts that flooded his mind and opted to focus on much more important matters.

"The 'herbivores'," Kusukabe stated, using both his index fingers and middle fingers to draw imaginary quotation marks in the air "are on their way here for some reason or another." He eyed Hibari curiously before concluding his business. "Should I stop them?"

Hibari rubbed at his temples, feeling a migraine coming on. Several times had he chided them, constantly reminding them that he wanted nothing to do with them (unless they wished to be bitten to death, that is). Those idiots just kept coming back no matter how many times he tried to push them away. "Get rid of them" he said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.

His loyal follower bowed and retreated to the door to do as he was told. Before he completely walked through the door, he lingered for a few seconds and looked again at the prefect who had a growing scowl on his face. "By the way, Kyo-san?"

His scowl did not waver.

Being used to the other's silent disposition, he continued out of sheer curiosity. "Why is your jacket green today?"

Hibari's eyes widened slightly as he realized his careless mistake. He growled, glaring at his subordinate as he hurriedly exited the room. The prefect pinched the bridge of his nose before puling the offending jacket off, adding another name to the growing list of people he intended to bite to death someday.

Though no one needed to know that Mukuro Rokudo occupied most of the slots. He didn't care if he had to drag that bastard all the way from hell just to kill him all over again.

A commotion outside the door (particularly the sound of swearing, laughing and screaming) caught his attention and he instantly knew that his cohort had failed to do his duty. He let out an aggravated sigh as the usual four idiots kicked the door open, bringing the noise in with them. He wondered briefly if he could get away with murder before his thoughts were disrupted by a certain white haired boxer.

Ryohei slammed his hands against the table to catch the prefect's attention (as if he needed more to gain attention). "Seriously, Hibari!" he roared in his usual boisterous manner, "Why don't you join the boxing club!" He fixed his gaze on the other's eyes, determination in his own.

The prefect wanted nothing more than to beat the persistent boxing club captain into an unrecognizable puddle of blood but he restrained himself. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, abruptly lifted his arm and pointed at the opened door. "Out. Get out" he said slowly but dangerously.

"Not until you're in my club!" Ryohei screamed again, throwing his arms in the air exaggeratedly. Tsuna, whom was standing a few feet from his three friends, gulped and begged for the boxer to calm down. His high pitched squeak of utter fear was heard as the boxer stood in a fighting stance, ready to receive any blows Hibari might throw at him. "S-someone stop him!" stammered the young mafia boss.

Gokudera gave a small salute to his boss and tackled Ryohei to the ground, profanely spewing threats to the boxer if he continued to irritate the tenth. They struggled, pushing one another in what almost looked like a childish fight and Tsuna continued to flail around in panic.

Yamamoto laughed in good nature, finding their situation funny as his two friends continued to bicker. Turning to Hibari to cast him an apologetic smile, his eyes strayed down to the crimson liquid that trickled down the prefect's skin. He pursed his lips in thought, deciding whether or not he should bring up what others might consider an irrelevant topic but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Hibari," he called, catching the attention of everyone in the room. "You're bleeding" he commented then pointed to the general area around his neck, causing everyone to shift their gaze to Hibari's collar bone where, indeed, there was blood dripping down.

A barely noticeable blush crept up the prefect's face as he expeditiously slapped his hand over the wound with an obscenely loud smacking sound. "I accidentally stabbed myself with a pen" he explained a little too defensively. He soon came to the realization that he needn't explain himself to the annoyances. He mentally berated himself for the slipup and ignored the stares directed at him.

". . . Extreme?" Ryohei said, slowly tilting his head to the side in confusion.

The murderous aura that soon filled the room was enough to send the four Vongola members to scramble out of the room in fear of their safety. The door slammed shut behind them and Hibari let out a vexed sigh (he wondered how many times he had sighed already). "I'm going to kill him" he muttered, standing up from his desk and picking up Mukuro's jacket before he left the room himself.

Taking quick strides, Hibari directed himself towards the usual rendezvous point where he was sure the smirking idiot was waiting. Upon reaching the edges of the small playground that was almost always empty, he found a lone figure sitting idly at the swings and heard a soft humming. As he approached the other, he wondered what kind of singing voice he had.

Not that it was important to him or anything but he was curious as to what someone with such an annoying voice would sound like if he sang.

But that was completely besides the point.

He threw the jacket at Mukuro's amused face before taking the empty swing beside him. He kicked his legs weakly and waited for the illusionist to surrender his black Namimori jacket. His mind wandered briefly again and he wondered how they were able to come to this mutual understanding. He didn't think it possible but here they were sitting in semi-comfortable silence.

A gentle nudge to the side of his arm caught his attention and he gazed up at the hand that held his jacket. He took it and quickly put it on, feeling calmer now that he had it back.

Mukuro watched the prefect curiously as he shrugged on his jacket, visibly relaxing. Well, to other people, they may have not noticed the change in the stoic boy but he was proud of himself for being able to read body language so well. "Oya, Kyouya" he said, standing up with his usual smirk in place. He walked around to stand behind his acquaintance and gave his back a light push. "Shall today be the day that I finally take you out on a date?"

Several people considered him to be a flirt and it was expected that they wouldn't believe the sweet words that he'd speak but when it came to his precious little Kyouya, he was completely serious. Though he was never one to show his disappointment, he sometimes let out sigh of defeat when said prefect took everything that came out of his mouth as either an insult or a challenge.

Hibari allowed the illusionist to push him higher and higher until he felt like he was flying. When the swing he was on reached a ninety degree angle, he jumped off and gracefully landed several feet away. He turned around to face the illusionist, his trademark scowl on his face. He pointed at his bloodstained collar. "You did this on purpose."

Mukuro's eyes widened slightly in shock, surprised that he didn't notice the blood earlier. He smiled and chuckled as he approached the other. "And to make it up to you, why don't I take you out on that date I promised?" he asked, hoping that today would be the day the other accepted his offer.

A retort almost escaped his lips but the light growling sound that his stomach emitted caused him to pause. He took into consideration the words of the illusionist and mentally listed down the pros and cons of going out on a date.

He knew that Mukuro talked a lot (the bastard probably loves the sound of his own voice) about this and that and at times, it could get annoying- no, it was annoying but he supposed that he could block the other's voice out which was actually really easy since most of his free time was taken up by the annoying boy anyway.

The thought of getting free food was the most tempting. "Alright" he said, walking towards the nearest restaurant, "But you're buying."

Mukuro could hardly believe his ears. A genuine smile crept up his face as he followed his precious little skylark. As he walked in pace with the other, he wondered why Hibari had so freely accepted his offer when all the other times before he was rejected. Maybe, he thought, the prefect was growing to accept him as a lover. . . or, more appropriately, his fuck buddy. Though he really wished it was the previous rather the latter.

As they walked in silence, Hibari reminded himself that this so called 'date' was nothing more than a free meal to him and a way to kill some time.

A/N:

Hehe, I just love writing about these two

I am currently working on several of my other fanfics and as you can see, my writing style is inconsistent. So if you're actually waiting for an update from me, please be patient. I'm doing my best!