MukuHiba.... smuttage? orz
I... I-- this is so embarrassing...!
Title: SAY WUT NOW An Unintended 6918 Smuttage
Author: v_v
Rating: ........ NC-17. Kind of. Maybe? Oh god.
Pairing: 6918. I'M SURPRISED IF YOU'RE NOT.
Warnings: PWP and, um. NOT WORK-SAFE. ::flees::
An Unintended 6918 Smuttage
by that-person-there-trying-to-become-one-with-the-wall
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Hibari gritted his teeth and arched towards the sweat-slicked frame above his with a wordless hiss. He clutched feverishly at Mukuro's back, raking blunt-tipped nails across shifting planes of muscle and vowed to somehow run the laughing bastard over with his motorbike when the next oppurtunity presented itself.
Run a furrow along his back. Carve a bite mark in the likeness of his tires' contours.
Another thrust and Hibari almost obliged the irrational urge to wrap a leg around Mukuro's waist. Almost. He let it continue to twitch in a quivering bend instead.
It was getting hard to focus on his surroundings now--all but for the cold and smouldering diachromatic eyes that mirrored his own. Such a paradox really. And if not for the darkness that blanketed them both, Hibari was sure the urge to do some serious biting would have been overwhelming. To feel the bones strain and then break under the heavy balance of steel and carbon.
He grasped onto this very worthy idea for all of three seconds before a particularly hard thrust knocked it, and all other thoughts, out of his head.
"Fufu. Don't react too much. I'm impressionable, after all."
... he wanted to kill him. Rip apart skin and flesh and slam his fist into that calmly amused face until they both bled. Hibari slitted his eyes further and tried to focus on that inexplicably _triumphant_ leer above him in between the hot, disorienting bursts of light that blinded him everytime he was slammed into the floor tiles.
He let his head fall back with a dull thud, only to raise it again to counterbalance the almost-harsh tempo further down south.
Clamping a vice-like grip on his enemy's neck, Hibari brought their faces together so that they were only mere centimeters apart. He breathed deeply, or as deeply as was possible while each attempted breath was most effectively jarred out of his lungs and into that pale, little space parting Mukuro's bangs. Then he managed to grit out a flat, "You're up to something," before crushing their mouths together and biting Mukuro squarely on the bottom lip when a panted chortle reached his ears.
The fucker bit back. Of course. But when a hand somehow worked its way around his cock, rough strokes and messy flicks, all other fledging suspicions were put out of their misery.
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FIN. THE END. NO MORE. THANK GOD.
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Post-script Notes: i.e. My horrified babbling at you all.
So, um. Long story short, this is/was my first piece of smut (haven't written anymore since then--for good reason too). Done in April 2006, it used to be for a SlamDunk! fic that was never finished and never will be. I'd originally wrote it with the intention to see if I could in fact write smut and it really wasn't supposed to see the light of day. >_> But then nittle_grasper suggested that I change the names to Mukuro and Hibari, as a um, fun experiment... and I ended up completely re-tailoring the characterizations to match the names as best I could. Because I'm anal like that and they still don't match too well. D:
TAT Please don't brick me orz
Title: SAY WUT NOW An Unintended 6918 Smuttage
Author: v_v
Rating: ........ NC-17. Kind of. Maybe? Oh god.
Pairing: 6918. I'M SURPRISED IF YOU'RE NOT.
Warnings: PWP and, um. NOT WORK-SAFE. ::flees::
An Unintended 6918 Smuttage
by that-person-there-trying-to-become-one-with-the-wall
_______________________________________
Hibari gritted his teeth and arched towards the sweat-slicked frame above his with a wordless hiss. He clutched feverishly at Mukuro's back, raking blunt-tipped nails across shifting planes of muscle and vowed to somehow run the laughing bastard over with his motorbike when the next oppurtunity presented itself.
Run a furrow along his back. Carve a bite mark in the likeness of his tires' contours.
Another thrust and Hibari almost obliged the irrational urge to wrap a leg around Mukuro's waist. Almost. He let it continue to twitch in a quivering bend instead.
It was getting hard to focus on his surroundings now--all but for the cold and smouldering diachromatic eyes that mirrored his own. Such a paradox really. And if not for the darkness that blanketed them both, Hibari was sure the urge to do some serious biting would have been overwhelming. To feel the bones strain and then break under the heavy balance of steel and carbon.
He grasped onto this very worthy idea for all of three seconds before a particularly hard thrust knocked it, and all other thoughts, out of his head.
"Fufu. Don't react too much. I'm impressionable, after all."
... he wanted to kill him. Rip apart skin and flesh and slam his fist into that calmly amused face until they both bled. Hibari slitted his eyes further and tried to focus on that inexplicably _triumphant_ leer above him in between the hot, disorienting bursts of light that blinded him everytime he was slammed into the floor tiles.
He let his head fall back with a dull thud, only to raise it again to counterbalance the almost-harsh tempo further down south.
Clamping a vice-like grip on his enemy's neck, Hibari brought their faces together so that they were only mere centimeters apart. He breathed deeply, or as deeply as was possible while each attempted breath was most effectively jarred out of his lungs and into that pale, little space parting Mukuro's bangs. Then he managed to grit out a flat, "You're up to something," before crushing their mouths together and biting Mukuro squarely on the bottom lip when a panted chortle reached his ears.
The fucker bit back. Of course. But when a hand somehow worked its way around his cock, rough strokes and messy flicks, all other fledging suspicions were put out of their misery.
_______________________________________
FIN. THE END. NO MORE. THANK GOD.
_______________________________________
Post-script Notes: i.e. My horrified babbling at you all.
So, um. Long story short, this is/was my first piece of smut (haven't written anymore since then--for good reason too). Done in April 2006, it used to be for a SlamDunk! fic that was never finished and never will be. I'd originally wrote it with the intention to see if I could in fact write smut and it really wasn't supposed to see the light of day. >_> But then nittle_grasper suggested that I change the names to Mukuro and Hibari, as a um, fun experiment... and I ended up completely re-tailoring the characterizations to match the names as best I could. Because I'm anal like that and they still don't match too well. D:
TAT Please don't brick me orz