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kat8chaHibari stroked blood covered fingers down the detective's shivering cheeks.
Former detective, Hibari amended. His actions had resulted in the man's loss of job, he should take responsibility for it.
"I didn't think you'd follow me so far." Hibari stroked Dino's cheek again, leaving blood stained finger prints. His knees pinned Dino's pretty hands to the floor, hard enough that the palms were scraped from the rough texture of the floorboards and Dino's knuckles were bruised. But Hibari had to keep the detective's hands trapped, idle hands were the devil's tools, and the last thing Hibari wanted was for Dino to reach either his handcuffs or his gun.
Hibari doesn't like guns, they're crude, only fit for herbivores who can't defend themselves otherwise.
Like with knives, or their hands, or sticks, or their teeth. Hibari likes using his teeth.
"You're under arrest." Dino hisses out between clenched teeth. He bucks under Hibari, throwing him off. Hibari was expecting it, he rolls away easily and takes this chance to pull back into the apartment's shadows. Dino doesn't know the apartment.
Hibari does. It's not his apartment, it belongs to the girl breathing her last on the dining room table, but he has splattered blood over the walls. That makes it his territory.
Dino is three feet away from a light switch, and the couch is in the way. It's dark, and the shades are drawn, the only light coming into the room comes from the dining room.
"Please…" The girl whispers, her fist fell open and her eyes closed. One breath shuddered in through barely opened lips. Then it shuddered out.
There was no more.
Dino froze, his eyes scanning the room for Hibari but his mind in the opposite room with the dead girl. Hibari moved silently, like the beast the newspapers proclaimed him, like the carnivore he was on the inside. He came up from behind Dino and wrapped arms tight around Dino's chest. The gun that Dino had drawn the minute Hibari was off him fired down into the couch before it was knocked from Dino's hands to land underneath the coffee table. Hibari flung Dino onto the couch and settled himself on top of the detective.
"I forgot how much of an herbivore you are, Cavallone." Hibari sneered, disappointed. Was this really the detective who had almost caught him? The one who he had played cat and mouse with for three years before Hibari had left his previous hunting ground to pursue other prey? Perhaps nostalgia had shaded his memories of the detective.
"Bite me." Dino gritted out, and flung Hibari off of him onto the coffee table. The glass groaned under Hibari's weight, then shattered when Dino upturned the table after Hibari had left off of it. It crunched under their heavy boot soles as they scrambled for power, for dominance, the gun lay forgotten in shag carpeting and glittering glass. The knife in Dino's boot was retrieved, it slashed the front of Hibari's black shirt, the tip drew blood. Hibari's nails marked crescent moons in the skin of Dino's neck, Dino's eyelids flickered as his breath drew short.
Glass punctured Hibari's arm, cut up the skin of Dino's hand.
"What do you think your old partner will say," Hibari murmured into Dino's ear, pain nothing in comparison to the rush of endorphins and pleasure, "when they find your DNA all over this crime scene?" He ground his erection into Dino's matching one, his arm hung limply at his side, blood running down his arm and jacket to stain the carpet below.
Former detective, Hibari amended. His actions had resulted in the man's loss of job, he should take responsibility for it.
"I didn't think you'd follow me so far." Hibari stroked Dino's cheek again, leaving blood stained finger prints. His knees pinned Dino's pretty hands to the floor, hard enough that the palms were scraped from the rough texture of the floorboards and Dino's knuckles were bruised. But Hibari had to keep the detective's hands trapped, idle hands were the devil's tools, and the last thing Hibari wanted was for Dino to reach either his handcuffs or his gun.
Hibari doesn't like guns, they're crude, only fit for herbivores who can't defend themselves otherwise.
Like with knives, or their hands, or sticks, or their teeth. Hibari likes using his teeth.
"You're under arrest." Dino hisses out between clenched teeth. He bucks under Hibari, throwing him off. Hibari was expecting it, he rolls away easily and takes this chance to pull back into the apartment's shadows. Dino doesn't know the apartment.
Hibari does. It's not his apartment, it belongs to the girl breathing her last on the dining room table, but he has splattered blood over the walls. That makes it his territory.
Dino is three feet away from a light switch, and the couch is in the way. It's dark, and the shades are drawn, the only light coming into the room comes from the dining room.
"Please…" The girl whispers, her fist fell open and her eyes closed. One breath shuddered in through barely opened lips. Then it shuddered out.
There was no more.
Dino froze, his eyes scanning the room for Hibari but his mind in the opposite room with the dead girl. Hibari moved silently, like the beast the newspapers proclaimed him, like the carnivore he was on the inside. He came up from behind Dino and wrapped arms tight around Dino's chest. The gun that Dino had drawn the minute Hibari was off him fired down into the couch before it was knocked from Dino's hands to land underneath the coffee table. Hibari flung Dino onto the couch and settled himself on top of the detective.
"I forgot how much of an herbivore you are, Cavallone." Hibari sneered, disappointed. Was this really the detective who had almost caught him? The one who he had played cat and mouse with for three years before Hibari had left his previous hunting ground to pursue other prey? Perhaps nostalgia had shaded his memories of the detective.
"Bite me." Dino gritted out, and flung Hibari off of him onto the coffee table. The glass groaned under Hibari's weight, then shattered when Dino upturned the table after Hibari had left off of it. It crunched under their heavy boot soles as they scrambled for power, for dominance, the gun lay forgotten in shag carpeting and glittering glass. The knife in Dino's boot was retrieved, it slashed the front of Hibari's black shirt, the tip drew blood. Hibari's nails marked crescent moons in the skin of Dino's neck, Dino's eyelids flickered as his breath drew short.
Glass punctured Hibari's arm, cut up the skin of Dino's hand.
"What do you think your old partner will say," Hibari murmured into Dino's ear, pain nothing in comparison to the rush of endorphins and pleasure, "when they find your DNA all over this crime scene?" He ground his erection into Dino's matching one, his arm hung limply at his side, blood running down his arm and jacket to stain the carpet below.
