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kat8chaHibari licked blood off of his right tonfa, his gaze traveling over the wavering form three steps away. Gokudera's fingers twitched towards his belt, but his dynamite was used up, and they had agreed at the beginning not to use box weapons. "Forfeit?" Hibari asked, giving an illusion of sportsman like behavior. The fight had not been his idea, and Hibari really did have better things to be doing.
"Like hell." Gokudera spat, blood and disgust, and charged at Hibari.
Hibari did not even bother wondering what such an inescapably dumb move like that was supposed to accomplish, he swung, hit, and then pinned the half to the gym floor. "I'll bite you to death." Hibari muttered, straddling Gokudera's hips. The unblemished back of Gokudera's neck looked appealing, very tasty in fact. Hibari would not mind sinking his teeth in.
Gokudera grunted, bucking under Hibari. "I'm the Vongola's strongest man!" Gokudera protested.
Too serious to roll his eyes, Hibari snorted. "I am not part of your little herbivores cult." Leaning down Hibari took the chance to lick at Gokudera's neck. It did look tasty… and did not taste as irritating as he had expected it to.
"What are you-" Hibari bit down, leaving a mark just to the side of Gokudera's neck. The tips of Gokudera's hair would brush against it until it faded. Hibari kept biting, despite the protestations coming out of Gokudera's mouth and the shifting way Gokudera's body moved under him. "What the hell! Stop that!" Gokudera punched backwards with an elbow, catching Hibari in the stomach.
Hibari frowned, that would not do.
Grapping Gokudera's wrists Hibari pulled them upward, pinning them to the floor. Hibari tossed his tonfa aside, needing one hand free to undo the buttons of Gokudera's shirt (worn against Namimori regulations) and yank the fabric up Gokudera's arms to tie it around Gokudera's wrists. That would do.
"Hibari!" Hibari flipped Gokudera over, looked at the smooth unmarked flesh of the herbivore.
This would be a delicious meal indeed.
"Herbivores are never stronger than carnivores." Hibari ignored Gokudera's glare and impotent, irrational, incomprehensible (Hibari did not speak Italian and Gokudera was cursing in his mother tongue now) insults and complaints.
Licking down Gokudera's chest Hibari left a nice recognizable bite mark right around the nipple, deep enough to ensure bruising. Hibari should eat Italian more often.
"Like hell." Gokudera spat, blood and disgust, and charged at Hibari.
Hibari did not even bother wondering what such an inescapably dumb move like that was supposed to accomplish, he swung, hit, and then pinned the half to the gym floor. "I'll bite you to death." Hibari muttered, straddling Gokudera's hips. The unblemished back of Gokudera's neck looked appealing, very tasty in fact. Hibari would not mind sinking his teeth in.
Gokudera grunted, bucking under Hibari. "I'm the Vongola's strongest man!" Gokudera protested.
Too serious to roll his eyes, Hibari snorted. "I am not part of your little herbivores cult." Leaning down Hibari took the chance to lick at Gokudera's neck. It did look tasty… and did not taste as irritating as he had expected it to.
"What are you-" Hibari bit down, leaving a mark just to the side of Gokudera's neck. The tips of Gokudera's hair would brush against it until it faded. Hibari kept biting, despite the protestations coming out of Gokudera's mouth and the shifting way Gokudera's body moved under him. "What the hell! Stop that!" Gokudera punched backwards with an elbow, catching Hibari in the stomach.
Hibari frowned, that would not do.
Grapping Gokudera's wrists Hibari pulled them upward, pinning them to the floor. Hibari tossed his tonfa aside, needing one hand free to undo the buttons of Gokudera's shirt (worn against Namimori regulations) and yank the fabric up Gokudera's arms to tie it around Gokudera's wrists. That would do.
"Hibari!" Hibari flipped Gokudera over, looked at the smooth unmarked flesh of the herbivore.
This would be a delicious meal indeed.
"Herbivores are never stronger than carnivores." Hibari ignored Gokudera's glare and impotent, irrational, incomprehensible (Hibari did not speak Italian and Gokudera was cursing in his mother tongue now) insults and complaints.
Licking down Gokudera's chest Hibari left a nice recognizable bite mark right around the nipple, deep enough to ensure bruising. Hibari should eat Italian more often.
