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kinkfestTitle: Rough Seduction
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galuxkitty
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Dino/Hibari
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1850
Warnings: Sex and violence.
Prompt: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Dino/Hibari, - fight like sex - taste of blood.
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is the rightful property of Amano Akira. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
Fighting with Hibari Kyouya was something that bordered on insanity.
Dino had decided this on the first day he had trained the boy; their training sessions always dissolved into a bizarre, self-indulgent two-man war that never ended with a clear victor, and only once neither of them could no longer move.
Hibari was a near unstoppable force, using sheer willpower and force to fight out of difficult situations. He was impulsive and violent, but hardly careless. He was dangerous to all those who fought him, and he knew it, but the insane amount of strength he displayed with every fight that happened between them almost made him justified in his arrogance. Just when Dino thought that he'd gained the upper hand, the boy would manage to turn the situation over on itself with rough determination and flashes of steel, and they'd start all over again. By the end of the day, they were both so bloodied and bruised that Dino was sure that they'd both be forced out of action for the next day due to the severity of the wounds, but he was never right. The next morning he'd walk to the roof of Namimori Middle School, and Kyouya would be waiting.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Kyouya."
"I would expect nothing less from a herbivore like you, Cavallone."
And with that, Hibari would lunge with a strike that would have had Dino spitting blood and broken teeth had he not been used to the violence and passion that Hibari Kyouya put into trying to end him. He was the perfect example of dangerous grace and as he stepped back, smirking at the bright red line of a cut he'd left on his tutor's mouth.
Dino would simply grin, lick the blood from the edge of his lip where the tonfa nicked him, grab the whip off his belt and launch an attack he already knew would be avoided.
Perhaps it was insane, and perhaps he was crazy for ever thinking that he could have tamed someone like Hibari Kyouya, but there was an addictive quality to the fighting – not quite a method to the madness, but certainly something that made him believe that tutoring someone like the Vongola Cloud Guardian was worth every cut and bruise and broken bone he gained from the younger man's tonfas. It was what made Dino continued to ask Hibari to train with him, even when there wasn't a dire need for it, and he liked to believe it was what made Kyouya accept, even if he never made it sound like it was anything but a chore.
Even though Dino felt that something changed between them every time they met, fought and made each other bleed, he never said anything. The adrenaline rush of the war was more than enough.
It was two long years after Dino first met Hibari Kyouya that he found out that fucking the younger man was almost as insane as fighting him. There wasn't quite as much violence on either of their parts, but it was just as rough as if Hibari had just bruised Dino's ribs with his tonfas and made him stumble clumsily for leverage; just as rough as Dino tripping Hibari with his whip and sending him face-first into the ground, struggling against what bound him like a caged animal.
In addition, there was that dangerous, carnal desire that initially made Dino blanch at the thought of being vulnerable with someone as dangerous as Kyouya, and then swept his mind clean of anything but sex.
Dino wondered if Hibari ever felt like that, but he doubted it.
It always started the same way, regardless of where and when; Hibari pinned Dino to the nearest flat surface – more often than not, it was his bed in the penthouse apartment he rented in Namimori, thank you sweet semblance of normality – and pressed a tonfa against his throat. Most of the time Hibari would still smell of blood and sweat and the thrill of violence when he visited Dino, and Dino often wondered if he was just using up the excess energy he hadn't lost in bloodshed, and never thought about the fact that Kyouya also visited when he was so wounded and exhausted that he could barely walk.
The increasing pressure on his neck brought Dino back to the task at hand; Hibari kissed him after a few more moments of enjoying the sight of the Bucking Horse struggling, and Dino remembered how to breathe around the warmth of Kyouya's mouth and the cold of the steel against his throat. Undressing was quick and impatient, and Dino always smiled against Hibari's lips as the younger man tugged at his clothes, hardly minding whether or not he caused the cloth to tear.
Once they were both naked, Hibari leaned in and bit down on Dino's bottom lip hard enough to open old wounds, and Dino would watch the Vongola Cloud Guardian draw back and breathe heavily, mouth open and tongue stained with red. Some days, he'd wonder just how many times Kyouya had split his lip and made him bleed, but his mind went blissfully blank when the younger man quickly licked his lips clean, and then curled them into a smirk.
Dino grabbed lubrication from the dresser drawer, and Hibari would watch him impatiently while he fumbled with it and got just enough to prepare the younger boy. If this ever hurt Hibari he'd never once complained about it, and the only sign Dino got that he was feeling anything at all was the sharp, barely audible intake of breath the younger man took in through clenched teeth. Sometimes if Dino was feel brave, he'd kiss Kyouya's neck, tease one of his nipples with his free hand or gently stroke his cock; if he was lucky, he'd feel Kyouya's soft gasp briefly warm his skin. Unfortunately, it was more common for him to be unlucky and earn a breathy, "get on with it, Cavallone."
He'd always smile, regardless of the reaction. Hibari's impatience alone spoke volumes to him.
Hibari pushed Dino back, unmindful of how hard he landed, and positioned himself over the older man's erection, taking him in with one slow movement of hips. Dino's hands found their ways to rest on Kyouya's thighs, grasping softly and making the younger man hiss, teeth white between blood-stained lips. It was never long before he started moving; Hibari's pace was always erratic, as wild as their fights, as if the sex was only an extension of their battles.
"God, Kyouya," Dino moaned as Hibari grinded his hips down hard, taking his breath and quite possibly shortening his life. The younger man was beautiful, to be sure; fair and wild and angry, and so perfectly hot and tight around his cock. Dino never tried to imagine what Hibari thought of him, but was often tempted to ask just for the reaction.
It was then that Dino realised that the younger man had stopped moving when he did, and he offered a sheepish apology and thrust upwards; Hibari resumed his own movements a brief moment later, hissing as Dino's erection brushed a spot inside him that made him see white.
Kyouya was usually near-silent during sex, as was to be expected, but it wasn't as unnerving as Dino had thought, because it made him pay more attention to what he did with his body; the rapid but elegant movements of his hips, the way he watched Dino's every reaction and took his own pleasure from having this sort of power over the Cavallone Boss. The first time they'd fucked, Dino has almost laughed when Kyouya had started riding him, because he'd realised that the younger man's face during sex looked exactly as it did during battle; eyes slightly narrowed in concentration, lips barely parted to allow himself room to breathe, mouth breaking into a smirk when he made Dino gasp low in his throat and then curling downward into a scowl when Dino returned the favour.
"Kyouya, I..." Dino started, but he never finished because Hibari reached down and wrapped one hand around his own cock and stroked, muscles tightening around Dino as he drew closer and closer to orgasm.
That was all it took to send the Cavallone Boss over the edge. Dino would breathe Kyouya's name and arch up, fingernails leaving red lines on the younger boy's back and ass as his hands curled into fists and then moved to hold the younger man still as he climaxed. The heat of Dino coming inside him was enough to finish him, and Hibari came in his own hand and on his lover's stomach with an inaudible groan.
The instant he recovered from the strain of their actions and the dizzying high of release, Hibari would ease Dino's cock out of himself and walk away to shower without a word. Dino never bothered following him; post-coital showers seemed far too sweet for what they were, and he doubted Kyouya would tolerate the presence of another in such a small space for very long. The Italian usually passed the time by laying on his back in bed, bare and boneless and listening to the sound of the water running while he stared idly at the ceiling.
Hibari would return eventually, naked and wet and warm and smelling like the expensive soap from Dino's bathroom, glaring at the older man like his nudity affronted every one of his senses, despite his own lack of modesty.
"Are you staying the night, Kyouya?" Dino asked, already knowing the answer.
"No."
Dino didn't say anything while Hibari was redressing, the tailored Italian suit looking slightly odd on the Japanese man's slim frame. Dino looked down toward the end of the bed where his own expensive clothing had been discarded, and smiled when he saw that his dress shirt was missing buttons. Hibari picked up both his weapons in one hand, straightened his tie and gave Dino a fleeting glance; it was enough to catch the older man's attention.
"Feel like meeting again tomorrow, Kyouya? For training, of course. The roof of Namimori sound good to you?" Dino quickly, noticing the sharp look Hibari gave him from over his shoulder. The younger man seemed to consider this for a second, before replying, "7a.m. Don't make me wait, Cavallone, or you'll regret it."
Dino nodded affirmatively and Hibari stared at him for a second longer before walking towards the door.
"You're still a herbivore, Bucking Horse. And I will be the one to bite you to death."
"I know," Dino hummed, watching Hibari until he disappeared around the frame of the bedroom door, and listened to the soft sounds of his feet on the carpet until he heard the clicks of the door opening and shutting.
Falling back against the pillows, Dino chuckled, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and idly ran his tongue over the chapped spot of skin where Hibari had bitten him.
Call him crazy, but he wouldn't change Hibari Kyouya for the world.
END
Author:
galuxkittyFandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Dino/Hibari
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1850
Warnings: Sex and violence.
Prompt: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Dino/Hibari, - fight like sex - taste of blood.
Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is the rightful property of Amano Akira. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
Fighting with Hibari Kyouya was something that bordered on insanity.
Dino had decided this on the first day he had trained the boy; their training sessions always dissolved into a bizarre, self-indulgent two-man war that never ended with a clear victor, and only once neither of them could no longer move.
Hibari was a near unstoppable force, using sheer willpower and force to fight out of difficult situations. He was impulsive and violent, but hardly careless. He was dangerous to all those who fought him, and he knew it, but the insane amount of strength he displayed with every fight that happened between them almost made him justified in his arrogance. Just when Dino thought that he'd gained the upper hand, the boy would manage to turn the situation over on itself with rough determination and flashes of steel, and they'd start all over again. By the end of the day, they were both so bloodied and bruised that Dino was sure that they'd both be forced out of action for the next day due to the severity of the wounds, but he was never right. The next morning he'd walk to the roof of Namimori Middle School, and Kyouya would be waiting.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Kyouya."
"I would expect nothing less from a herbivore like you, Cavallone."
And with that, Hibari would lunge with a strike that would have had Dino spitting blood and broken teeth had he not been used to the violence and passion that Hibari Kyouya put into trying to end him. He was the perfect example of dangerous grace and as he stepped back, smirking at the bright red line of a cut he'd left on his tutor's mouth.
Dino would simply grin, lick the blood from the edge of his lip where the tonfa nicked him, grab the whip off his belt and launch an attack he already knew would be avoided.
Perhaps it was insane, and perhaps he was crazy for ever thinking that he could have tamed someone like Hibari Kyouya, but there was an addictive quality to the fighting – not quite a method to the madness, but certainly something that made him believe that tutoring someone like the Vongola Cloud Guardian was worth every cut and bruise and broken bone he gained from the younger man's tonfas. It was what made Dino continued to ask Hibari to train with him, even when there wasn't a dire need for it, and he liked to believe it was what made Kyouya accept, even if he never made it sound like it was anything but a chore.
Even though Dino felt that something changed between them every time they met, fought and made each other bleed, he never said anything. The adrenaline rush of the war was more than enough.
It was two long years after Dino first met Hibari Kyouya that he found out that fucking the younger man was almost as insane as fighting him. There wasn't quite as much violence on either of their parts, but it was just as rough as if Hibari had just bruised Dino's ribs with his tonfas and made him stumble clumsily for leverage; just as rough as Dino tripping Hibari with his whip and sending him face-first into the ground, struggling against what bound him like a caged animal.
In addition, there was that dangerous, carnal desire that initially made Dino blanch at the thought of being vulnerable with someone as dangerous as Kyouya, and then swept his mind clean of anything but sex.
Dino wondered if Hibari ever felt like that, but he doubted it.
It always started the same way, regardless of where and when; Hibari pinned Dino to the nearest flat surface – more often than not, it was his bed in the penthouse apartment he rented in Namimori, thank you sweet semblance of normality – and pressed a tonfa against his throat. Most of the time Hibari would still smell of blood and sweat and the thrill of violence when he visited Dino, and Dino often wondered if he was just using up the excess energy he hadn't lost in bloodshed, and never thought about the fact that Kyouya also visited when he was so wounded and exhausted that he could barely walk.
The increasing pressure on his neck brought Dino back to the task at hand; Hibari kissed him after a few more moments of enjoying the sight of the Bucking Horse struggling, and Dino remembered how to breathe around the warmth of Kyouya's mouth and the cold of the steel against his throat. Undressing was quick and impatient, and Dino always smiled against Hibari's lips as the younger man tugged at his clothes, hardly minding whether or not he caused the cloth to tear.
Once they were both naked, Hibari leaned in and bit down on Dino's bottom lip hard enough to open old wounds, and Dino would watch the Vongola Cloud Guardian draw back and breathe heavily, mouth open and tongue stained with red. Some days, he'd wonder just how many times Kyouya had split his lip and made him bleed, but his mind went blissfully blank when the younger man quickly licked his lips clean, and then curled them into a smirk.
Dino grabbed lubrication from the dresser drawer, and Hibari would watch him impatiently while he fumbled with it and got just enough to prepare the younger boy. If this ever hurt Hibari he'd never once complained about it, and the only sign Dino got that he was feeling anything at all was the sharp, barely audible intake of breath the younger man took in through clenched teeth. Sometimes if Dino was feel brave, he'd kiss Kyouya's neck, tease one of his nipples with his free hand or gently stroke his cock; if he was lucky, he'd feel Kyouya's soft gasp briefly warm his skin. Unfortunately, it was more common for him to be unlucky and earn a breathy, "get on with it, Cavallone."
He'd always smile, regardless of the reaction. Hibari's impatience alone spoke volumes to him.
Hibari pushed Dino back, unmindful of how hard he landed, and positioned himself over the older man's erection, taking him in with one slow movement of hips. Dino's hands found their ways to rest on Kyouya's thighs, grasping softly and making the younger man hiss, teeth white between blood-stained lips. It was never long before he started moving; Hibari's pace was always erratic, as wild as their fights, as if the sex was only an extension of their battles.
"God, Kyouya," Dino moaned as Hibari grinded his hips down hard, taking his breath and quite possibly shortening his life. The younger man was beautiful, to be sure; fair and wild and angry, and so perfectly hot and tight around his cock. Dino never tried to imagine what Hibari thought of him, but was often tempted to ask just for the reaction.
It was then that Dino realised that the younger man had stopped moving when he did, and he offered a sheepish apology and thrust upwards; Hibari resumed his own movements a brief moment later, hissing as Dino's erection brushed a spot inside him that made him see white.
Kyouya was usually near-silent during sex, as was to be expected, but it wasn't as unnerving as Dino had thought, because it made him pay more attention to what he did with his body; the rapid but elegant movements of his hips, the way he watched Dino's every reaction and took his own pleasure from having this sort of power over the Cavallone Boss. The first time they'd fucked, Dino has almost laughed when Kyouya had started riding him, because he'd realised that the younger man's face during sex looked exactly as it did during battle; eyes slightly narrowed in concentration, lips barely parted to allow himself room to breathe, mouth breaking into a smirk when he made Dino gasp low in his throat and then curling downward into a scowl when Dino returned the favour.
"Kyouya, I..." Dino started, but he never finished because Hibari reached down and wrapped one hand around his own cock and stroked, muscles tightening around Dino as he drew closer and closer to orgasm.
That was all it took to send the Cavallone Boss over the edge. Dino would breathe Kyouya's name and arch up, fingernails leaving red lines on the younger boy's back and ass as his hands curled into fists and then moved to hold the younger man still as he climaxed. The heat of Dino coming inside him was enough to finish him, and Hibari came in his own hand and on his lover's stomach with an inaudible groan.
The instant he recovered from the strain of their actions and the dizzying high of release, Hibari would ease Dino's cock out of himself and walk away to shower without a word. Dino never bothered following him; post-coital showers seemed far too sweet for what they were, and he doubted Kyouya would tolerate the presence of another in such a small space for very long. The Italian usually passed the time by laying on his back in bed, bare and boneless and listening to the sound of the water running while he stared idly at the ceiling.
Hibari would return eventually, naked and wet and warm and smelling like the expensive soap from Dino's bathroom, glaring at the older man like his nudity affronted every one of his senses, despite his own lack of modesty.
"Are you staying the night, Kyouya?" Dino asked, already knowing the answer.
"No."
Dino didn't say anything while Hibari was redressing, the tailored Italian suit looking slightly odd on the Japanese man's slim frame. Dino looked down toward the end of the bed where his own expensive clothing had been discarded, and smiled when he saw that his dress shirt was missing buttons. Hibari picked up both his weapons in one hand, straightened his tie and gave Dino a fleeting glance; it was enough to catch the older man's attention.
"Feel like meeting again tomorrow, Kyouya? For training, of course. The roof of Namimori sound good to you?" Dino quickly, noticing the sharp look Hibari gave him from over his shoulder. The younger man seemed to consider this for a second, before replying, "7a.m. Don't make me wait, Cavallone, or you'll regret it."
Dino nodded affirmatively and Hibari stared at him for a second longer before walking towards the door.
"You're still a herbivore, Bucking Horse. And I will be the one to bite you to death."
"I know," Dino hummed, watching Hibari until he disappeared around the frame of the bedroom door, and listened to the soft sounds of his feet on the carpet until he heard the clicks of the door opening and shutting.
Falling back against the pillows, Dino chuckled, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and idly ran his tongue over the chapped spot of skin where Hibari had bitten him.
Call him crazy, but he wouldn't change Hibari Kyouya for the world.
END
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