Now that he was mostly calmed down from whatever the hell that was that had taken over him, Hibari was starting to wiggle around again, pulling at the bonds every way he could while trying to slide himself away from Chikusa. He'd had enough crowding for a whole year, and he couldn't even bite him with this stupid contraption on his face.
"You're still doing something. Touching someone is supposed to hurt. It's-" His frantic attempt to free his personal space just ended up dumping him off of Chikusa's lap and on the ground, where he was unable to do much more than lay there painfully. "Stop touching me. I'm tired."
He finished his sentence pathetically, scraping his muzzle along the ground like that was going to get rid of it. He was hungry, exhausted and in pain, and he just wanted Chikusa to leave him alone.
Well, he supposes this works out. He has other things to do than pet Hibari all day, even if his hair is surprisingly pleasant to touch. With Hibari having hit the ground from his own determined squirming, Chikusa slowly pushes himself up and starts to stretch his fingers out.
“Mukuro-sama touches Ken and I without hurting,” he mentions in that unchanging bored tone, watching as he bends one of his own fingers back. “I just touched you without hurting. So you’re wrong.”
Well. On a physical level, anyway. Chikusa knows that there are other ways to hurt a person, ways to hack them out at the knees in an entirely mental or emotional manner that in some ways might be worse than broken bones. It’s another favorite thing of his leader’s, to play such a game.
Lancia, of Northern Italy, should know that lesson quite well.
Still, it’s not Chiksua’s goal, although he’s not particularly gentle as he leans down to snag Hibari’s collar through one of the rings. It’s not meant to last long, only long enough for him to tie a rope around it once more to keep in place. This once, he’ll forgo the rest of the ropes. Besides… He’s not really in the mood for wasting all that energy on tying Hibari completely up again. Hopefully the Disciplinary Committee head really is tired, and won’t do anything troublesome. “I’ll bring back dinner in a couple of hours… Just wait until then.” Rope attached, he steps back and glances down at Hibari to gauge his reaction.
Hibari would like to say he has the strength to resist Chikusa as he was pulled up by his neck, but it didn't happen. The most he could do was protest non-verbally by trying to lean himself as much as he could away from the other boy's presence, but it didn't help much as he was dragged upwards by his neck.
The worst part was the rope attached to his collar felt just like a leash, like he was a dog being kenneled up for the night. He was almost sure it was all being done on purpose, whether Chikusa was telling the truth about HIM being involved or not.
But now that it was over and he was done being touched and moved, Hibari first blinked his eyes and glared up at Chikusa. Everyone always looked so tall when you were crawling on the ground, and the other slouching over him didn't help.
Hibari was really tired, though. He just wanted Chikusa to leave him alone, so maybe if he faked being asleep he really would just go. One last scathing glance at Chikusa, and Hibari was settling backwards as much as he could, leaning against whatever he was being tied to as a sort of makeshift rest.
Maybe more of the drugs were still in his system than he thought, or Hibari was just really good at dozing off in uncomfortable positions, but a few moments and deep breaths later and the Cloud Guardian was a good way towards being actually unconscious. Maybe he'd wake up and this would all be a really bad dream.
Frankly, it’d be strange if the other boy didn’t glare at him a little, and Chikusa can only watch in amusement at how quickly he falls asleep despite his position and being in enemy territory. Truly, the similarities between him and Ken only continue to grow.
Well. So long as it keeps him from causing trouble.
As usual, Mukuro has no interest in reigning in in the group that he’s gathered, although Chikusa has to admit that it’s only Fran and Ken who are the troublemakers. M.M. is off doing whatever pleases her, perhaps the most detached member of their group if she can even be called that, and Chrome never starts anything. In fact, times like this, she’s the most helpful addition, supplementing him instead of taking over like he had once feared once upon a time when him and Ken were still so unused to anyone outside of each other and Mukuro. Now, as he makes sure that the other two members of their group don’t go to try and antagonize their captive. Chikusa can handle Ken, a partnership spanning years that means he can leash his other half, but he can’t do it at the same time as Fran. With her, eventually, the pair get sufficiently distracted, all the way until dinner.
Dinner in Kokuyo Land is a difficult affair sometimes, on account that it is an abandoned entertainment center that’s been long cut off from plumbing and electricity that might otherwise make it manageable. For a long while, as they were so used to while in Italy, they managed with basic foods: anything that could be roasted over an open flame, prepackaged foods that didn’t need to be refrigerated, snack things. Not healthy living, but the only things that have ever really been available to them. In recent months, however, Chikusa took a stand: if they were going to be based in Japan and, more specifically, Kokuyo Land for a substantial amount of time, then the thing they needed at the very least would be a generator and a microwave. It’s not often he becomes stubborn on something, or makes a specific request, and, well. Before M.M., before Chrome, before Fran, he was the one Mukuro listened to most and who could keep up with him on a mental level. His leader had listened.
Eating still isn’t a particularly healthy affair, but at least they can have warm food now, and that’s the most Chikusa can ask for. It gives them a little more variety now. After making sure that Ken is sated, and then Fran and Chrome stay quiet, the lanky teenager makes his way to the bowling alley where Hibari Kyoya is tied up. A simple ceramic plate is in his hand, gyoza still faintly warm, and he holds a water bottle in his other hand. “Are you awake?” he asks, voice echoing slightly as he enters.
It was exactly a comfortable sleep, or a restful one; he woke up half a dozen times to strange sounds and his own heart beating in the empty bowling alley that was now his temporary home. He knew it was probably several hours or a day he had been here, but it already felt like a week from how worn down he was from this.
Therefore, he was already awake when Chikusa made his entrance, not bothering to move. He knew the other teen would come over to him regardless of whether he wanted him to or not. Instead, as soon as Chikusa came over to him and made eye contact, Hibari said the rudest swear he ever learned in Italian as an answer.
He definitely didn't like the look of that plate. How the hell was he going to eat something with his hands tied up like this and the cage on his face? Never mind his stomach was practically shrinking inside of him at the smell of the cheap microwave food.
“You can say that about our families if you want,” he answers dully as he leans down to place the plate and bottle on the ground, out of reach to get knocked over or hit by the aggravated Cloud Guardian. “None of us care.” Still, that’s an interesting note. Chikusa hadn’t expected, out of all of the Vongola, for Hibari to be one who knew Italian, especially Italian such as that. Maybe something overheard by Gokudera Hayato, perhaps?
Well, it doesn’t matter. Going around the other boy, he carefully undoes the straps of his muzzle, setting it besides the food before he picks up one of the gyoza. “It’s time for you to eat… Open your mouth.”
He didn't really care that Chikusa brushed off the insult, but he didn't have a lot of options when it came to Italian. Contrary to what everyone thought, Hibari did actually study and learn things, and Chinese and Italian were two of those. Most of the foul mouthed swearing came from Gokudera, and he was always a quick study when it came to insulting someone.
But that had pretty much fled Hibari's mind as soon as Chikusa's fingers had undone the muzzle, finally pulling the infernal thing off his face. He shook his head around a bit, opening and closing his mouth several times to work out the kinks. That certainly wasn't going to be the end of it, not while he was tied up like this, but he could at least rejoice in this one moment.
Except for the fact that Chikusa was literally going to hand feed him. The tiny look of panic on his face bled away to fury, as Hibari backed his head away as far as he could, giving the other a look of disgust. "Go fuck yourself."
“You’re just going to starve, you know…” Which seems contradictory to what he wants, since starving equals weakness, but, well. Hibari’s stubborn spite is one of his main traits, Chikusa supposes as he puts down the gyoza. Still, that’s troublesome for him. He’s going to have to put actual effort into this. Eugh.
It’s not a problem unknown to him. Ken, before, has been stubborn about taking things that are supposed to be helpful to him, like medicine, and if Mukuro isn’t around to give a firm order… Sometimes he can be stubborn, especially in the throes of sickness where he’s ten times as unreasonable and thus far less likely to cooperate. Each instance, although rare, has never been a pleasant thing for Chikusa to have to handle, and he has a feeling that Hibari would be very much the same even restrained as he is. Forcing his mouth open is possible, but…
This time, he uncaps the bottle of water and edges forward with his other hand trying to come up from below to take Hibari by the chin. “You need to at least drink water… If you don’t, I’ll have to force you.”
Hibari was also pretty stubborn when he was sick, but that was a fact that would probably be taken to the grave by Kusakabe Tetsuya himself, when in fact his beloved boss ever did get sick. His immune system was as stubborn as the boy himself right down to the absolutely refusal to accept his fate or circumstances.
Because the instant he saw that hand coming for him Hibari's little bit of common sense snapped, and he backed up his head a little to bite down hard on Chikusa's fingers that were in reach until he tasted blood.
If it did or didn't work, he was still backing up his face after that bite and clamping his mouth shut.
The good news: it works. Chikusa can’t even stop him, only able to watch as those teeth dig in viciously, no doubt threatening to break bones as much as skin.
The bad news: Chikusa unfortunately doesn’t seem to care. There’s no shout, no whimper of pain, not even a jerk of his hands to show that it’s made it through. Only the slight twitch of his mouth into a faint frown even hints that he’s aware of the action, watching with dull eyes as those teeth sink into his flesh. This isn’t the first time he’s been bitten by someone, although usually Ken has very different intentions, but that’s not why he’s so unperturbed. It’s simply that… He can feel some faint discomfort, the focused pressure of something pinching into his skin, but it doesn’t hurt. His body doesn’t send alarm bells to his mind, warning of something harming it. It’s simply… there. That alone would probably be offensive to Hibari, that utter lack of reaction to his efforts in causing Chikusa pain. But…
The worse news: Hibari doesn’t get the opportunity to shut his mouth. He doesn’t get it because Chikusa follows him as he attempts to back up, fingers pressing deeper into his mouth and curling up so that it’s harder for him to close it. As he does so, Chikusa tilts his head back to take a swig from the water bottle. If that isn’t a hint to Hibari for what he’s going to do… It should be clear enough when Chikusa forces their lips together, trying to catch him offguard so that he can force his body into automatically taking the water he’s passing onto him.
Chikusa was right; he was offended. For the brief moment it was just a bite, Hibari expected some sort of reaction, even just a small moment of pain, but with Chikusa there was nothing. It was like biting a dead body. The worst part was that him biting was usually a last line of defense from being touched. Most humans were usually too grossed out or in pain enough to continue.
But those fingers wormed their way into his mouth and Hibari found himself unable to close it. They were supposed to draw away, not drag him further down! He was too preoccupied with the hand now encroaching his personal space that he almost missed Chikusa himself taking a swig of the water. What the fuck was he doing, drinking the water for himself-
It was in the midst of desperately chewing on one of the digits that he realized what was about to happen, and was powerless to stop him. Suddenly they were close and Chikusa was forcibly pressing his lips to Hibari's cutting off his air and causing water to spill into his own open mouth.
He choked, of course, on the unwanted water, but his body forced him to swallow it anyway on reflex. It only lasted a moment, wetting his scratchy throat before he was left with Chikusa kissing him.
No one's kissed him before. He never wanted it to happen, it being some sort of wierd mating ritual for lesser humans but here Chikusa was; it was wet and warm and all together unwanted, and Hibari put in a last ditch effort to bite the other teen's lip, as his body was useless.
Honestly, there’s really no need to bite his mouth. Chikusa has no interest in doing more than he needs to, and, for right now, that means making sure Hibari gets water and food. With one of those clearly done when he feels the other swallow, Chikusa starts to pull away only to pause as he feels teeth dig into his lower lip. Already he’d tasted his own blood against Hibari’s mouth from when he’d bitten his fingers, and, now, he tastes it again. Once again, no real reaction except a sigh fluttering against his skin, and he flicks his tongue out to brush against one of his lips.
Maybe that will make him panic again.
Regardless if he does or not, Chikusa continues to pull away before looking over him. “If you don’t drink or eat… I’ll just keep doing that to you.”
Hibari would like to argue that he absolutely had a need to bite Chikusa's mouth, and it wasn't just the fact that he liked to bite everything that got within 3 centimeters of his face.
And he does end up panicking, or at least pulling back with a disgusted expression when he felt the slightest hint of something wet. Ugh, he knew that was a hazard, but to be kissed so blatently then treated like that was taking it much too far.
Now Hibari was licking his own lips, trying to get the feel of his enemy off of them. It only helped with the taste of blood-the memory of the pressure and heat didn't go away no matter how much he willed it. What was worse was that again, despite everything, his body seemed to react to being treated roughly. Almost positively.
"You try that again and I'll rip your mouth off," he snarled, firmly closing his mouth and resolving to never open it again, on pain of death. It shouldn't be too hard to damage the soft tissues around the mouth if he got a good enough grip.
“But you’d have to open your mouth for that, wouldn’t you?” Reaching back with bloodied fingers to wipe an equally bloody lip, Chikusa surveys the other. Still so stubborn…. But he can be just as much, when he decides to.
Well, he wanted to retort that it would be a last resort, but Hibari had resolved himself into not opening his mouth ever again. If Chikusa made things physical again, he'd consider it, but he wasn't giving this guy the satisfaction of winning.
So instead, Hibari's steely grey eyes glared at Chikusa, following his every single movement.
And the movements he’ll watch are the same that Chikusa did just a moment ago, head tilting back and botte lifted to his bloody lips. It leaves a smear of crimson against the plastic, a morbid print almost like lipstick, and then he’s setting it down again as he reaches for Hibari’s face to crush their lips together.
It’s not the best thing to do…. But he’ll do his best to manage.
Somehow Hibari knew it would probably come to this again, even with all his reckless posturing and threats. He didn't make any noise this time, but pulled back with all his might against the sickening heat of Chikusa's mouth. It was a bit too much like someone biting back and he was wholly inexperienced with this sensation.
He wasn't giving up just yet. For the most part, Hibari's lips stayed firmly closed until it became hard to breathe through his nose, then he struck quickly; opening his mouth just slightly enough to bite down and hold onto Chikusa's lower lip.
Ever since he was young, he’s learned to nurse his patience into something long and lasting. As a child, crouched in dirt and leave and stones digging uncomfortably into his skin, waiting for a house to completely empty or a mafioso to get into the perfect position, he’s had so many opportunities to have it stretch, and stretch. Some days, it’s his best use when Mukuro has better things to do and Ken couldn’t be relied upon to wait perfectly still if his life depended on it. Better than guns, better than knives, better than poison needles- patience is the assassin’s best friend. So he is more than fine with waiting Hibari out, small dribbles of water sliding down the curves of their chin.
And when that mouth finally slides open… Well, a gap is still a gap, and Chikusa forces the water in, losing some of it onto the floor or their clothes, but more than a bit of it managing to make its way inside. Even as he does that, however, he sets the bottle down, and reaches up… to slowly stroke Hibari’s hair again.
Hibari never had time for patience; he preferred taking matters into his own hands, and if there were more things for him to bite to death because he didn't wait, well then better for him. People appreciated and feared sudden action, and if Hibari wasn't good at that, then he didn't know what.
Except for this sudden action, and unfortunately, Hibari anticipated he'd be choking on water again, though this time far less made it into his mouth this time. Blood mixed in with it, and he was darkly satisfied by the taste of iron in his mouth. The warmth he wasn't familar with, but blood and pain, that was his thing.
...until a hand started to stroke through his hair again and he lost all semblence of being composed. That wasn't fair....it somehow felt really good in combination with this. Hibari let go of Chikusa's lip with a slight gasp. That was just unfair of him. He was almost wishing that instead of being gentle, his opponent would just bite him back and be done with this whole gentle bullshit....but that would be admitting he liked it.
He has to admit: the way Hibari gasps into his mouth at the simple stroke of his hand sends a soft shiver up Chikusa’s own spine. It’s not a sound he’s ever heard from the other boy before; it’s not one he thinks anyone has ever heard out of his mouth. Normally, such things don’t do much for Chikusa, but this… It feels like something he’s stolen.
There’s a temptation to do more, he can’t lie about it, but Chikusa’s control is another trait that he’s valued for. So he doesn’t press, just makes sure all the water that he could get in has done so before he pulls away without having to worry about his lips being literally torn off. One last stroke of his fingers, following the curve all the way down along Hibari’s jaw before he pulls away. That’s enough water for today, he thinks, so he picks up one of the gyoza to try his luck in this area.
It was most likely a good thing that Hibari didn't know what was going on in Chikusa's mind, too distracted by the myriad of physical signals he was now experiencing. There was the hand in his hair, the closeness of another human being, and something a bit strange going on in his nether regions. It was taking all of his willpower to ignore that, so he didn't even do much to protest other than shiver slightly as Chikusa ran his finger down his jawline and pulled away.
Hibari took a few deep breaths, as if the air could cool the heat on his skin. What even about his enemy manhandling him so was making him so nervous-or excited? He shifted again in his bindings, trying to move his legs to get rid of that feeling but they were asleep again, and Chikusa was already picking up the food.
He didn't want this; he wanted to be alone to sort through his problem, but Chikusa wasn't going away. He had to MAKE him go away. As soon as the fingers came near his mouth he bit into the gyoza AND the fingers carrying them.
...His fingers are going to have permanent bite marks on them, aren’t they?
Chikusa’s sole response is a quiet sigh, and he just nudges the gyoza deeper into Hibari’s mouth in hopes that he’ll start to chew. It’s a better result than he honestly thought he would get considering how things started between them, so he guesses a few bite marks aren’t too bad to deal with. Still, that was only one part of what he was noting.
What was much more interesting… was the way Hibari had taken in deep breaths as if to steady himself.
“Did you like that…?” An almost idle question, the knuckles of his free fingers brushing against Hibari’s mouth and skin. “I suppose a masochist would…”
Unfortunately for them both, Chikusa found the one term that Hibari already knew, which even with the other's fingers in his mouth, made the disciplinary chairman growl. He would unfortunately have to eat the food to talk, and his stomach unhelpfully reminded him that he hadn't eaten for hours in the most angry fashion. Hibari finally let go of trying to eat Chikusa's fingers along with the gyoza and swallowed his meagre meal, but not before breaking the skin again.
"I am NOT a masochist." Never mind that he always got a thrill of fighting and pushing himself to limits, and enjoying it when his opponent was strong enough to hurt him-or even being strangely excited when they somehow, like Chikusa had, captured him completely-but he wasn't.
He definitely wasn't.
Hibari leaned away from the touch as well. His skin has always been sensitive to touch, and now that he was confined like this, it was worse at sending laser sharp shivers down his spine, just to pool in his stomach again. It really was almost unconfortable, not being able to move his body at all the relieve anything.
"I'm not affected at all by whatever your plan here is." Another lie, a much bolder one. His stomach itself was hungry, but another part of him was hungry for something he'd never felt before, and wasn't quite sure he wanted to define it either.
Blatant lies, too, although Chikusa doesn't immediately call them out as such. Instead, having gotten food into him, he inspects his fingers, turning them in what little light there is and watching as blood curves and drips down onto the floor. How troublesome... He'll have to bandage this later, so that it doesn't get in the way of anything he needs to do for Mukuro.
Quietly, his eyes drift from himself to Hibari, all fierce stubborn pride and defensiveness. Things are becoming a little more clear now, he thinks, although he doesn't voice his theory just yet. It's clear to him that if he did, Hibari would react badly.... and he wants to test something first.
With his uninjured hand, he reaches over to stroke Hibari's hair again, waiting to see his reactions and lull him into the pattern again.... before he suddenly slides his fingers through the dark strands, digging his fingers in with a tight grip and twisting them as he yanks the Cloud Guardian's head to the side. Perhaps he's been going about this all wrong- perhaps a little roughness is exactly what Hibari needs.
Hibari still flinched slightly away from the hand reaching for his hair, but it was nothing new. He was honestly half expecting Chikusa to keep force feeding him, but it seemed he earned a reprieve for however long the other teen decided to act.
He really hated this waiting game. When was Chikusa just going to start torturing him and stop petting him very softly on the head, because that actually felt really nice and it freaked him out-
And that's the very moment Chikusa tugged on his hair harshly, catching Hibari off guard and drawing out a heated gasp from his mouth. The yanking of his hair hurt, but it was also electric, just like the hand still curled in the strands.
The cloud guardian's eyes were wide open trying not to concentrate on the fact that his pants were getting pretty tight around his groin. Why would something like that feel so good? He wasn't even fighting, it wasn't a wound from battle...
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"You're still doing something. Touching someone is supposed to hurt. It's-" His frantic attempt to free his personal space just ended up dumping him off of Chikusa's lap and on the ground, where he was unable to do much more than lay there painfully. "Stop touching me. I'm tired."
He finished his sentence pathetically, scraping his muzzle along the ground like that was going to get rid of it. He was hungry, exhausted and in pain, and he just wanted Chikusa to leave him alone.
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“Mukuro-sama touches Ken and I without hurting,” he mentions in that unchanging bored tone, watching as he bends one of his own fingers back. “I just touched you without hurting. So you’re wrong.”
Well. On a physical level, anyway. Chikusa knows that there are other ways to hurt a person, ways to hack them out at the knees in an entirely mental or emotional manner that in some ways might be worse than broken bones. It’s another favorite thing of his leader’s, to play such a game.
Lancia, of Northern Italy, should know that lesson quite well.
Still, it’s not Chiksua’s goal, although he’s not particularly gentle as he leans down to snag Hibari’s collar through one of the rings. It’s not meant to last long, only long enough for him to tie a rope around it once more to keep in place. This once, he’ll forgo the rest of the ropes. Besides… He’s not really in the mood for wasting all that energy on tying Hibari completely up again. Hopefully the Disciplinary Committee head really is tired, and won’t do anything troublesome. “I’ll bring back dinner in a couple of hours… Just wait until then.” Rope attached, he steps back and glances down at Hibari to gauge his reaction.
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The worst part was the rope attached to his collar felt just like a leash, like he was a dog being kenneled up for the night. He was almost sure it was all being done on purpose, whether Chikusa was telling the truth about HIM being involved or not.
But now that it was over and he was done being touched and moved, Hibari first blinked his eyes and glared up at Chikusa. Everyone always looked so tall when you were crawling on the ground, and the other slouching over him didn't help.
Hibari was really tired, though. He just wanted Chikusa to leave him alone, so maybe if he faked being asleep he really would just go. One last scathing glance at Chikusa, and Hibari was settling backwards as much as he could, leaning against whatever he was being tied to as a sort of makeshift rest.
Maybe more of the drugs were still in his system than he thought, or Hibari was just really good at dozing off in uncomfortable positions, but a few moments and deep breaths later and the Cloud Guardian was a good way towards being actually unconscious. Maybe he'd wake up and this would all be a really bad dream.
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Well. So long as it keeps him from causing trouble.
As usual, Mukuro has no interest in reigning in in the group that he’s gathered, although Chikusa has to admit that it’s only Fran and Ken who are the troublemakers. M.M. is off doing whatever pleases her, perhaps the most detached member of their group if she can even be called that, and Chrome never starts anything. In fact, times like this, she’s the most helpful addition, supplementing him instead of taking over like he had once feared once upon a time when him and Ken were still so unused to anyone outside of each other and Mukuro. Now, as he makes sure that the other two members of their group don’t go to try and antagonize their captive. Chikusa can handle Ken, a partnership spanning years that means he can leash his other half, but he can’t do it at the same time as Fran. With her, eventually, the pair get sufficiently distracted, all the way until dinner.
Dinner in Kokuyo Land is a difficult affair sometimes, on account that it is an abandoned entertainment center that’s been long cut off from plumbing and electricity that might otherwise make it manageable. For a long while, as they were so used to while in Italy, they managed with basic foods: anything that could be roasted over an open flame, prepackaged foods that didn’t need to be refrigerated, snack things. Not healthy living, but the only things that have ever really been available to them. In recent months, however, Chikusa took a stand: if they were going to be based in Japan and, more specifically, Kokuyo Land for a substantial amount of time, then the thing they needed at the very least would be a generator and a microwave. It’s not often he becomes stubborn on something, or makes a specific request, and, well. Before M.M., before Chrome, before Fran, he was the one Mukuro listened to most and who could keep up with him on a mental level. His leader had listened.
Eating still isn’t a particularly healthy affair, but at least they can have warm food now, and that’s the most Chikusa can ask for. It gives them a little more variety now. After making sure that Ken is sated, and then Fran and Chrome stay quiet, the lanky teenager makes his way to the bowling alley where Hibari Kyoya is tied up. A simple ceramic plate is in his hand, gyoza still faintly warm, and he holds a water bottle in his other hand. “Are you awake?” he asks, voice echoing slightly as he enters.
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Therefore, he was already awake when Chikusa made his entrance, not bothering to move. He knew the other teen would come over to him regardless of whether he wanted him to or not. Instead, as soon as Chikusa came over to him and made eye contact, Hibari said the rudest swear he ever learned in Italian as an answer.
He definitely didn't like the look of that plate. How the hell was he going to eat something with his hands tied up like this and the cage on his face? Never mind his stomach was practically shrinking inside of him at the smell of the cheap microwave food.
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“You can say that about our families if you want,” he answers dully as he leans down to place the plate and bottle on the ground, out of reach to get knocked over or hit by the aggravated Cloud Guardian. “None of us care.” Still, that’s an interesting note. Chikusa hadn’t expected, out of all of the Vongola, for Hibari to be one who knew Italian, especially Italian such as that. Maybe something overheard by Gokudera Hayato, perhaps?
Well, it doesn’t matter. Going around the other boy, he carefully undoes the straps of his muzzle, setting it besides the food before he picks up one of the gyoza. “It’s time for you to eat… Open your mouth.”
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But that had pretty much fled Hibari's mind as soon as Chikusa's fingers had undone the muzzle, finally pulling the infernal thing off his face. He shook his head around a bit, opening and closing his mouth several times to work out the kinks. That certainly wasn't going to be the end of it, not while he was tied up like this, but he could at least rejoice in this one moment.
Except for the fact that Chikusa was literally going to hand feed him. The tiny look of panic on his face bled away to fury, as Hibari backed his head away as far as he could, giving the other a look of disgust. "Go fuck yourself."
And firmly closed his mouth.
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It’s not a problem unknown to him. Ken, before, has been stubborn about taking things that are supposed to be helpful to him, like medicine, and if Mukuro isn’t around to give a firm order… Sometimes he can be stubborn, especially in the throes of sickness where he’s ten times as unreasonable and thus far less likely to cooperate. Each instance, although rare, has never been a pleasant thing for Chikusa to have to handle, and he has a feeling that Hibari would be very much the same even restrained as he is. Forcing his mouth open is possible, but…
This time, he uncaps the bottle of water and edges forward with his other hand trying to come up from below to take Hibari by the chin. “You need to at least drink water… If you don’t, I’ll have to force you.”
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Because the instant he saw that hand coming for him Hibari's little bit of common sense snapped, and he backed up his head a little to bite down hard on Chikusa's fingers that were in reach until he tasted blood.
If it did or didn't work, he was still backing up his face after that bite and clamping his mouth shut.
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The bad news: Chikusa unfortunately doesn’t seem to care. There’s no shout, no whimper of pain, not even a jerk of his hands to show that it’s made it through. Only the slight twitch of his mouth into a faint frown even hints that he’s aware of the action, watching with dull eyes as those teeth sink into his flesh. This isn’t the first time he’s been bitten by someone, although usually Ken has very different intentions, but that’s not why he’s so unperturbed. It’s simply that… He can feel some faint discomfort, the focused pressure of something pinching into his skin, but it doesn’t hurt. His body doesn’t send alarm bells to his mind, warning of something harming it. It’s simply… there. That alone would probably be offensive to Hibari, that utter lack of reaction to his efforts in causing Chikusa pain. But…
The worse news: Hibari doesn’t get the opportunity to shut his mouth. He doesn’t get it because Chikusa follows him as he attempts to back up, fingers pressing deeper into his mouth and curling up so that it’s harder for him to close it. As he does so, Chikusa tilts his head back to take a swig from the water bottle. If that isn’t a hint to Hibari for what he’s going to do… It should be clear enough when Chikusa forces their lips together, trying to catch him offguard so that he can force his body into automatically taking the water he’s passing onto him.
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But those fingers wormed their way into his mouth and Hibari found himself unable to close it. They were supposed to draw away, not drag him further down! He was too preoccupied with the hand now encroaching his personal space that he almost missed Chikusa himself taking a swig of the water. What the fuck was he doing, drinking the water for himself-
It was in the midst of desperately chewing on one of the digits that he realized what was about to happen, and was powerless to stop him. Suddenly they were close and Chikusa was forcibly pressing his lips to Hibari's cutting off his air and causing water to spill into his own open mouth.
He choked, of course, on the unwanted water, but his body forced him to swallow it anyway on reflex. It only lasted a moment, wetting his scratchy throat before he was left with Chikusa kissing him.
No one's kissed him before. He never wanted it to happen, it being some sort of wierd mating ritual for lesser humans but here Chikusa was; it was wet and warm and all together unwanted, and Hibari put in a last ditch effort to bite the other teen's lip, as his body was useless.
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Maybe that will make him panic again.
Regardless if he does or not, Chikusa continues to pull away before looking over him. “If you don’t drink or eat… I’ll just keep doing that to you.”
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And he does end up panicking, or at least pulling back with a disgusted expression when he felt the slightest hint of something wet. Ugh, he knew that was a hazard, but to be kissed so blatently then treated like that was taking it much too far.
Now Hibari was licking his own lips, trying to get the feel of his enemy off of them. It only helped with the taste of blood-the memory of the pressure and heat didn't go away no matter how much he willed it. What was worse was that again, despite everything, his body seemed to react to being treated roughly. Almost positively.
"You try that again and I'll rip your mouth off," he snarled, firmly closing his mouth and resolving to never open it again, on pain of death. It shouldn't be too hard to damage the soft tissues around the mouth if he got a good enough grip.
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“So I’ll still win.”
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So instead, Hibari's steely grey eyes glared at Chikusa, following his every single movement.
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It’s not the best thing to do…. But he’ll do his best to manage.
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He wasn't giving up just yet. For the most part, Hibari's lips stayed firmly closed until it became hard to breathe through his nose, then he struck quickly; opening his mouth just slightly enough to bite down and hold onto Chikusa's lower lip.
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And when that mouth finally slides open… Well, a gap is still a gap, and Chikusa forces the water in, losing some of it onto the floor or their clothes, but more than a bit of it managing to make its way inside. Even as he does that, however, he sets the bottle down, and reaches up… to slowly stroke Hibari’s hair again.
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Except for this sudden action, and unfortunately, Hibari anticipated he'd be choking on water again, though this time far less made it into his mouth this time. Blood mixed in with it, and he was darkly satisfied by the taste of iron in his mouth. The warmth he wasn't familar with, but blood and pain, that was his thing.
...until a hand started to stroke through his hair again and he lost all semblence of being composed. That wasn't fair....it somehow felt really good in combination with this. Hibari let go of Chikusa's lip with a slight gasp. That was just unfair of him. He was almost wishing that instead of being gentle, his opponent would just bite him back and be done with this whole gentle bullshit....but that would be admitting he liked it.
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There’s a temptation to do more, he can’t lie about it, but Chikusa’s control is another trait that he’s valued for. So he doesn’t press, just makes sure all the water that he could get in has done so before he pulls away without having to worry about his lips being literally torn off. One last stroke of his fingers, following the curve all the way down along Hibari’s jaw before he pulls away. That’s enough water for today, he thinks, so he picks up one of the gyoza to try his luck in this area.
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Hibari took a few deep breaths, as if the air could cool the heat on his skin. What even about his enemy manhandling him so was making him so nervous-or excited? He shifted again in his bindings, trying to move his legs to get rid of that feeling but they were asleep again, and Chikusa was already picking up the food.
He didn't want this; he wanted to be alone to sort through his problem, but Chikusa wasn't going away. He had to MAKE him go away. As soon as the fingers came near his mouth he bit into the gyoza AND the fingers carrying them.
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Chikusa’s sole response is a quiet sigh, and he just nudges the gyoza deeper into Hibari’s mouth in hopes that he’ll start to chew. It’s a better result than he honestly thought he would get considering how things started between them, so he guesses a few bite marks aren’t too bad to deal with. Still, that was only one part of what he was noting.
What was much more interesting… was the way Hibari had taken in deep breaths as if to steady himself.
“Did you like that…?” An almost idle question, the knuckles of his free fingers brushing against Hibari’s mouth and skin. “I suppose a masochist would…”
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"I am NOT a masochist." Never mind that he always got a thrill of fighting and pushing himself to limits, and enjoying it when his opponent was strong enough to hurt him-or even being strangely excited when they somehow, like Chikusa had, captured him completely-but he wasn't.
He definitely wasn't.
Hibari leaned away from the touch as well. His skin has always been sensitive to touch, and now that he was confined like this, it was worse at sending laser sharp shivers down his spine, just to pool in his stomach again. It really was almost unconfortable, not being able to move his body at all the relieve anything.
"I'm not affected at all by whatever your plan here is." Another lie, a much bolder one. His stomach itself was hungry, but another part of him was hungry for something he'd never felt before, and wasn't quite sure he wanted to define it either.
"So get your hands away from me."
Lies.
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Quietly, his eyes drift from himself to Hibari, all fierce stubborn pride and defensiveness. Things are becoming a little more clear now, he thinks, although he doesn't voice his theory just yet. It's clear to him that if he did, Hibari would react badly.... and he wants to test something first.
With his uninjured hand, he reaches over to stroke Hibari's hair again, waiting to see his reactions and lull him into the pattern again.... before he suddenly slides his fingers through the dark strands, digging his fingers in with a tight grip and twisting them as he yanks the Cloud Guardian's head to the side. Perhaps he's been going about this all wrong- perhaps a little roughness is exactly what Hibari needs.
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He really hated this waiting game. When was Chikusa just going to start torturing him and stop petting him very softly on the head, because that actually felt really nice and it freaked him out-
And that's the very moment Chikusa tugged on his hair harshly, catching Hibari off guard and drawing out a heated gasp from his mouth. The yanking of his hair hurt, but it was also electric, just like the hand still curled in the strands.
The cloud guardian's eyes were wide open trying not to concentrate on the fact that his pants were getting pretty tight around his groin. Why would something like that feel so good? He wasn't even fighting, it wasn't a wound from battle...
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