Title: Pay Load
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing(s): Mukuro/Hibari (6918)
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: [AU] He needed the moneys.
Notes: PURE. CRACK. Crack porn is probably my favourite. XD I hope you enjoy.

Hibari needed the money.

He needed the fucking money and that was all there was to it. In order to pay his housing and schooling fees at the same time, he needed the job. It didn’t help that it was one of the most degrading jobs he’d ever had in his life... but at least it paid well.

He just wished the guy who’d hired him would stop fucking staring at him while he worked. It was bad enough that he was forced to cross dress for the job—a fact that made Hibari want to bite everyone in his path to death—but then the creep had to fucking watch him while he worked. He wished there was somewhere in the stupid, skimpy maid’s outfit where he could hide tonfas.

But, damn it, for two hundred fifty a day, he would clean every inch of that goddamn mansion in whatever the perv wanted him to wear.

It wasn’t like he had tried anything yet, anyways. And if he did, then Hibari couldn’t be blamed for any sustainable injuries to the weirdo, pineapple-headed freak. The only thing he liked about that Mukuro Rokudo was the fact that he was obviously fucking loaded. How, he wasn’t exactly sure. But from the suspicious, well-dressed men and women filtering in and out of the spacious mansion, Hibari could guess Yakuza. It wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence to see Yakuza in Japan.

Not that he cared. It wasn’t any of his business what the creep did for cash, so long as some of it made it into Hibari’s wallet.

“As soon as you’re done with this room, you may leave,” Mukuro’s smooth, level voice drifted through the large library. “Dust every shelf and table.” His good-natured smile never failed to send a cold chill up Hibari’s spine.

“Yes, sir,” he ground out, practically feeling his skin bristle at the words. His thighs were chafing in the stupid skirt and the petticoat was making his skin itch. His grip on the feather duster tightened as he climbed up a tall ladder to reach the top shelf of the first stack.

He hated the job, he really did. But if he wanted to buy school books, pay rent, pay his heating bill and eat that week, he needed to work more than just that one goddamn shift.

Fuck. Why did all the bills have to come at the same fucking time?!

He dusted the shelf quickly, moving down the large shelves at an irritatingly slow pace. Why the hell did that Rokudo weirdo have so many goddamn books? He never saw him read any. Though the reason could be that he was always staring at Hibari in a skirt while he was cleaning....

Creepy.

“You know... I don’t believe I have ever told you, but that outfit makes your legs look quite nice.”

....Creepy.

Hibari wanted to say something along the lines of “Say that again and I’ll bite you to death”... but he really did need the job, so he was forced to settle for a strained, “Thank you... sir.”

“Come down here for a moment, Kyoya,” the blue-haired herbivore hummed, that stupid smile still stretched across his face.

Hibari hated it when he used his first name. It made them sound too... ‘friendly’. He growled in the back of his throat and, on stiff, rigid legs and arms that made him look like he needed oiling, climbed down the ladder to face Mukuro.

“Yes... sir?” he asked through gritted teeth, arms held stiffly at his sides. One of these days, he was going to honestly bite this stupid herbivore to death.

Once he robbed him blind, of course.

But the hand running up his thigh was making him seriously reconsider.

“....What are you doing?” he asked flatly, voice not reflecting the danger that blazed in his eyes. If this spoiled, rich bastard was trying to pull something, oh there was going to be hell to pay. Hell as in his entire mansion would be destroyed in a blur of raging tonfas and a mini-dress.

He was suddenly being pressed up against one of the shelves, Mukuro’s fucking irritating chuckle right by his ear. “Oh, don’t be coy. You knew there was a reason that I’ve had you in this outfit and have been watching you.”

Hibari could hear the stupid smile in his voice. “Yes,” he wanted to say, “Because you’re a creepy almost-pedophile who has a thing for barely-adult-aged boys in skirts. Right. I forgot.”

But no. He still needed the goddamn job, even if he was working for the creepy almost-pedophile.

“I’ll pay you double.”

What?! Who the hell did this guy think he was talking to?! Hibari wasn’t some common whore on the street who could be bribed into having sex with someone for money! Especially for such a small amount. He couldn’t even afford his rent alone off double his daily salary!

“Triple,” the teen countered, narrowing his eyes into treacherous slits.

Mukuro’s smile at that point matched up with his personality—predatory. “Deal.”

The rest was a blur of hands, lips, legs and sweaty skin. Mukuro had him pushed up against a shelf, skirt hiked up to his waist and underwear hanging off of one ankle. Hibari had never actually had sex before—no time between school and disciplinary committee activities—so the whole experience was completely new to him.

And when Mukuro actually started to push in, it was even newer. He wasn’t exactly sure how two guys went about... it, but he sure as hell knew now. And it hurt like a fucking bitch. “Stupid... fucking... herbivore,” he panted against the elder man’s neck, opening his mouth and taking a big, fucking bite onto fucking Mukuro Rokudo’s stupid, arrogant shoulder.

And he only laughed.

It was awkward and uncomfortable and altogether bad for about the first five minutes. Mukuro would thrust upward and it would just fucking hurt and Hibari couldn’t understand why anybody would want to do it like this in the first place. Just when he was starting to wish that the stupid pineapple head would just hurry up and finish, he felt the tip of his cock brush something inside of him.

Oh. So that was what made it good.

He let out a breathy moan and slung his arms over Mukuro’s shoulders. “You better do that—nng!—again, h-herbivore,” he growled, a slight waver to his tone. The other man only chuckled, spread Hibari’s thighs further apart and thrust. And damn, it did feel good.

He was almost sure that it was his name Mukuro was mumbling under his breath, but by the time the blue-haired man had grabbed a hold of his dick and started stroking, he was too far gone to notice. He may have even slipped up and caught himself moaning Mukuro’s name if he was paying any attention at all.

When he came, it was like fireworks were going off behind his eyes, as corny as it sounded. But it was true. His vision went blurry around the edges and his body jerked uncontrollably and shuddered violently as he felt Mukuro—ugh—come inside of him.

They were both a sweaty, panting, sticky mess after and all that could be heard was Mukuro’s breathless laugh. “Clean up... and finish up here,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Hibari’s throat before setting him down.

He walked away after that, Hibari standing dazed on a pair of shaky legs. Of course, it wasn’t until after Mukuro left that he realized that the bastard still expected him to work after that.

Fuck triple! If the creep expected him to work still, he wanted quadruple his normal pay.