Title: Join Me
Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hibari Kyouya/Rokudou Mukuro
Summary: Hibari and Mukuro in a hot tub.
Warnings: Crack.
Join Me
The pulsating feeling he was feeling was not anger. It was not disgust at the herbivorous thing grinning at him like a crazed loon. He needed to control himself.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
‘What. Are. You. Doing. Here,’ is slowly—painfully—gritted out between teeth clenched together so tightly the words themselves sound bitten out—fitting given whom they come from.
‘Oya, Kyouya-kun, it’s been such a long time that we’ve seen each other, I merely thought I’d drop in and surprise you with a visit, kufufufufufufufufufufu,’ the statement is finished with a sleazy grin so lecherous it sends shivers—unwillingly so—down Hibari’s back.
(It’s been around three hours since the meeting the Lead Herbivore called had adjourned).
Hibari had been planning on taking a nice hour to himself in the hot tub to soak away the stress that had built up over the day.
(Apparently over the span of years, he’d learnt to control his anger and not beat the crap out of every unsuspecting herbivore that had the unfortunate fate of meeting an enraged Hibari).
He had been planning on taking a nice soak in the hot tub listening to the musical talent of Hibird chirping away at the Nanimori anthem. He had been going to erase all thoughts of herbivores from his mind.
An obnoxious splash draws his attention away from his internal rage musing to look at the disgusting herbivore currently sitting in his hot tub—technically it belonged to all of the Vongola but that was beside the point.
‘Kyouya~kun, it’s rude to ignore your guests, you know.’
(He wonders if Lead Herbivore would be willing to replace It with its follower, that girl).
‘You know, Kyouya-kun, the water’s just at the right temperature for a nice, relaxing dip. There’s always room for more if you wanted to join me, hmmm?’
Bite him to dea—no. Control yourself.
Hibari takes a deep breath, prepared to reject Its offer politely when suddenly he’s unable to breathe—ohgodisthiswhatdyingfeelslikekillmesomeoneI’mtooyoungpleaseno.
It—Mukuro—has lifted its (his) leg and draped it over the side of the tub in a manner Hibari assumes is to be seductive and draw his attention in—don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlookwhy ishefullynakedhe’s notevenJapanese?!—throwing a filthy look to the Cloud guardian.
(Hibari is sure he’s going to die. It’s not a feeling he likes).
‘Herbivore. I will give you 10 seconds to get out.’
(That’s polite enough, isn’t it? Besides, how is he supposed to concentrate with that—that being Mukuro’s naked leg stretched out drawing attention to—yeah, not going there).
‘Ah yes, Kyouya-kun, but if I don’t, what will you to do me? ‘Bite me to death?’’
Hibari can feel Mukuro raking his eyes down his body in an utterly rakish way. He’s also confident he’ll be regretting this in the morning.
He joins Mukuro.
(In his defense, it’s cold and Hibari really did want to soak in the hot tub).
(Curse his Japanese upbringing for implementing the habit of going nude into the onsen).
He regrets his decision exactly 10 seconds later when he feels wandering fingers (whether or not they’re unwanted is up to debate) and lunges at Mukuro—
—‘kufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufus’ and ‘bite you to deaths’ can be heard amidst the sound of splashing around the Vongola base for the rest of the evening.
