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kinkfestTitle: Stormed
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worblehat
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 2,075
Summary: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Hibari/Gokudera: rough sex - clouds are gathering for the storm.
A/N: Self-beta'd.
Hibari's tonfa hurts. Gokudera can barely breathe. He kicks out but Hibari senses the movement and shoves him harder against the wall. Gokudera swears he hears something fracture in his left leg but the pain isn't nearly as much as the renewed force against his throat, which causes him to choke and sputter, cigarette falling from his lips.
The force lessens.
"What... the hell is your... problem?" coughs Gokudera. The tonfa is still in place, making it uncomfortable but not unbearable to breathe.
"Smoking on the premises is not allowed," says Hibari, his eyes staring directly at him.
It makes Gokudera uncomfortable - almost more so than the blunt object at his neck. "So?" he spits back. "You could have just asked me to put it out and I would have."
"I could have," agrees Hibari. His body is close - almost none of it actually touching Gokudera, yet their current posture seeming all-too-intimate. Something about it being just the two of them makes his heart race more than he'd like - sort of in the way being around a serial killer would feel.
Gokudera wishes the bastard would let him leave instead of acting all weird like this. He's grown to be okay with Hibari most of the time but he still doesn't like being left alone with him. He knows Hibari only cares about Namimori, and his bird; which is why Gokudera wants to run away and leave him to those two things.
Well, he'd also like to be able to breathe normally.
"... What?" he says after long enough, when Hibari hasn't moved at all.
"You look interesting at this angle," says Hibari with a tone that almost sounds curious.
"You mean when I’m choking?" Gokudera growls.
"No," Hibari replies. Suddenly their bodies are touching, and Hibari is leaning in, and Gokudera has a thought - a thought he wishes would go away, and fast. It’s a thought that involves Hibari's lips and them not being that bad, and maybe another thought about how if he comes any closer Gokudera might- He might really need to find a way to leave.
"Too close," says Gokudera, flinching. "Why don't you-"
The rest of what he was going to say - which he can't remember anymore - gets buried in thick, heavy silence when he feels something pressing against his thigh. Something long, something hard; something that is starting to resemble what's going on in his own set of pants.
"Is... Is that-" he asks weakly. "You?"
"Hmm?" asks Hibari. He looks down, and yanks. Gokudera gasps, expecting the worst. He opens his eyes when the thickness is gone and he sees Hibari holding his other tonfa.
"... Oh," he says feeling stupid.
"What did you think it was?" asks Hibari, looking for all the world like he's actually smirking; but then it’s gone, replaced by a serious, un-amused and scrutinising expression.
"N-Nothing..." Gokudera answers awkwardly.
Hibari is silent for a moment, then presses forward again. That same feeling is back against Gokudera's thigh and he swallows, extremely nervous.
"What do you think this is?" asks Hibari.
In any other situation, with any sane person, Gokudera would have laughed at the cheesiness of that line. But with Hibari there, tonfa still very much capable of crushing his neck, and with his eyes set and sharp... the last thing Gokudera feels like doing is laughing.
"... Another tonfa?"
There's a shift, and then a mirrored hardness against Gokudera's groin. "Guess again," says Hibari.
"But you're- Uh..." says Gokudera, doing his damndest to avoid looking at Hibari.
"I'm what?"
"Asexual?"
Hibari frowns - it's just a slight crease in his brow, but Gokudera notices it as he looks back at him. "I'm male," says Hibari plainly.
"Yeah... I know..." says Gokudera.
"Males like sex."
Gokudera blinks. "Usually they do, but-"
"But?"
"But you're crazy," says Gokudera. He closes his eyes and tenses, expecting to be disposed of via tonfa, once and for all. Never would he have imagined that Hibari’s masculinity would be the reason for his demise.
Contrary to his fears, he feels Hibari release him - or his throat, at least. The tonfa is now at his chest, still making it hard to breathe, but less so than before.
"Take off your pants," Hibari commands.
Gokudera snorts. Even from Hibari, the sentence sounds ridiculous. "What?"
Hibari's eyes close half-way, the grip on his tonfa tightening. "Do you want to die?"
This can't be happening, thinks Gokudera. It's just a really weird dream or something. Hibari would never ask me to take off my-
"Now," says Hibari.
Gokudera has never stripped before, and hopes Hibari isn't expecting some grand display. He doesn't avoid eye contact this time, undoing his belt, button and zipper with methodical movements; face going a tinge of pink as he pushes down his grey, dynamite-printed boxers. Hibari's eyes open a little wider and the tonfa goes immediately to Gokudera's neck, the edge of it just touching Gokudera's Adam’s apple.
"Now do mine," says Hibari.
He's thankful that it's summer, and that not many people are around to possibly walk by and see this as he reaches for Hibari's belt, undoing and removing it, letting it fall to the floor. He expects reprieve from Hibari about dirtying his uniform, but there's nothing. After a brief, uncertain silence, he continues: undoing the belt and tugging down the simple black boxers.
Gokudera looks down, then realises his mistake. Looking down means noticing just how hard Hibari is; it means seeing that he himself is just as hard; it means noticing that all this is really making him need to do something about it.
But there doesn't seem anywhere else to look - that is, until Hibari's tonfa guides his chin upward and they're eye-to-eye. Then the tonfa drops and Gokudera remains still, his brain screaming for him to run, to get away before anything happens and block out his mind while taking care of this new “problem” at the nearest bathroom. His body, though, seems really interested in staying here. Hibari’s body is warm and that fact is now rooted deeply within the confines of Gokudera’s mind.
He's male too, after all.
Hibari's hands are calm when they unbutton Gokudera's shirt, his right hand running over the exposed skin beneath. Gokudera winces when his head hits against the wall. He hadn't noticed Hibari's other hand, reaching up towards the silver-grey hair and yanking it back. Gokudera's temple is thudding and he knows he's bleeding, but Hibari doesn't relent.
"You don't have to be that rough," he says, annoyed.
"I know," says Hibari, and this time he's definitely smiling - if something that sinister-looking can be classified as a smile, thinks Gokudera.
Their bodies meet, warm and awkward. Hibari's length rubs solidly against his own. It feels good, and he wants more - and when a hand wraps around the two of them, he moans. He knows he shouldn't ever lose himself this much; he has duties to the tenth. He's his right-hand man. But Hibari's tongue is licking against his collarbone, and then his neck, and then he's biting and it hurts, so fucking much and-
"What the hell-"
"Relax," says Hibari, his finger pushing in. Gokudera doesn't even remember when he managed to make his hand wet enough to slide in. It feels weird, but Hibari keeps going and they're still pressing together so Gokudera thinks "fuck it" and closes his eyes. It’s already weird – it’s not like it can get much weirder and besides, Hibari’s body is a lot softer than Gokudera would ever admit aloud.
There's a second finger and Gokudera doesn't like it but Hibari's breathing hard at his right ear, and he's pretty sure it's one of the sexiest fucking things he's ever heard. It's not a noise he would have ever imagined coming from Hibari - it's too intimate, too... emotional. And it might be based it nothing but Hibari wanting to get off, but to Gokudera, it sounds rawer, almost explosive - and he wants more of it. He leans into Hibari's touch rather than away from it, even as a third finger is slipped in.
He knows what's going to happen, what Hibari is aiming for. When he's turned around, face stinging a little against the concrete wall, he places one hand against it, preparing his body as much as he can. Hibari is gentler than he expects and Gokudera's hand balls into a fist with the slow, thick sensation of Hibari's cock sliding inside. It takes a few thrusts before Hibari manages to go deeper.
Gokudera can hear birds in a tree nearby, and the sound of some other students playing baseball. Probably that idiot's time for practice, he thinks briefly before Hibari pushes in one more time, until he's all the way inside.
"... Tight," is all Hibari says. Gokudera lowers his head, teeth biting into his lower lip. He doesn't want to cry out, or have anyone find them here like this. The awkward, full feeling slowly transforms into a wet, pleasurable one. Hibari seems to sense the change, driving in deeper, with more ferocity. His moans fall hot against the nape of Gokudera's neck, his teeth finding the same spot as before; one arm wrapping around Gokudera's chest, drawing him closer. The ends of his nails dig into Gokudera's skin, but the pain barely registers in Gokudera's mind. His thoughts are preoccupied with the way Hibari's hand guides his own to his cock, stroking as Hibari continues thrusting inside him. He's pretty sure he could come just from the sensations, but Hibari seems intent on having him wait.
They don't speak but Gokudera feels the scratch on his chest; hears the ragged, almost dying moan from Hibari's lips; feels the sudden warmth inside him as Hibari comes. His own hand moves faster, but is soon replaced with Hibari's own - Hibari, who is still inside him, watching him with tired yet hungry eyes. Gokudera's fist drags against the wall until his whole body is shaking and it drops to his side, his whole weight leaning on Hibari as he comes, splashes of white on a beige wall.
He doesn't remember much about getting dressed or Hibari's handkerchief used to wipe them both clean or if Hibird had been there all along (he really hopes not) but when he blinks, he's standing and Hibari's across from him, tonfa in both hands.
"Detention," says Hibari.
"... What?" sputters Gokudera. "What the hell for? You were the one who made me get naked and-"
Hibari points with his tonfa at the wall, and Gokudera follows his line of vision. An embarrassing splotch of drying, translucent white is slowly sliding down it.
He fights not to blush. "Just give me some water and I'll clean it off."
"No."
"What 'no'? You can't give me detention for something that's easily fixed! Here, I'll go get the stupid water and-"
Gokudera crumbles as the tonfa hits him in the stomach. He glares up at Hibari.
"The hell's your problem?"
"Detention tomorrow," is all Hibari replies before taking a step back. "Wear different underwear. Those are a mood-killer."
Gokudera blinks dumbly. Is Hibari really telling him to come to the office for a... repeat performance?
"... -Hey!" he yells to Hibari's retreating back. "These boxers are awesome."
"I'm setting them on fire next time I see them."
"Prick," mutters Gokudera, watching Hibari leave until he realises he's watching Hibari leaving and stands up abruptly, brushing the dust from his jeans and looking pointedly in the opposite direction.
"Hey, Gokudera!" says Yamamoto amiably, throwing an arm over his shoulders and laughing when it's forcibly batted away. "You look really sensual today!"
"... What."
Tsuna laughs awkwardly. "Yamamoto's been saying a lot of weird things today."
"That’s why you should get rid of him," says Gokudera, pissed off when Yamamoto just laughs harder. He's too distracted to notice the eyes behind the windows of the Disciplinary Committee's office, or the satisfied look on its leader's face as those same eyes hone in on soft blue marks at Gokudera's neck.
Hibari turns around. "Make sure to clean the wall thoroughly," he says to the group of three before him.
"Yes, sir," they say, heading out.
Hibari looks back at Gokudera, now leaving with the others; and thinks about what it'll be like to run his tongue along the red, bitten lips tomorrow.
Author:
worblehatRating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 2,075
Summary: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Hibari/Gokudera: rough sex - clouds are gathering for the storm.
A/N: Self-beta'd.
Hibari's tonfa hurts. Gokudera can barely breathe. He kicks out but Hibari senses the movement and shoves him harder against the wall. Gokudera swears he hears something fracture in his left leg but the pain isn't nearly as much as the renewed force against his throat, which causes him to choke and sputter, cigarette falling from his lips.
The force lessens.
"What... the hell is your... problem?" coughs Gokudera. The tonfa is still in place, making it uncomfortable but not unbearable to breathe.
"Smoking on the premises is not allowed," says Hibari, his eyes staring directly at him.
It makes Gokudera uncomfortable - almost more so than the blunt object at his neck. "So?" he spits back. "You could have just asked me to put it out and I would have."
"I could have," agrees Hibari. His body is close - almost none of it actually touching Gokudera, yet their current posture seeming all-too-intimate. Something about it being just the two of them makes his heart race more than he'd like - sort of in the way being around a serial killer would feel.
Gokudera wishes the bastard would let him leave instead of acting all weird like this. He's grown to be okay with Hibari most of the time but he still doesn't like being left alone with him. He knows Hibari only cares about Namimori, and his bird; which is why Gokudera wants to run away and leave him to those two things.
Well, he'd also like to be able to breathe normally.
"... What?" he says after long enough, when Hibari hasn't moved at all.
"You look interesting at this angle," says Hibari with a tone that almost sounds curious.
"You mean when I’m choking?" Gokudera growls.
"No," Hibari replies. Suddenly their bodies are touching, and Hibari is leaning in, and Gokudera has a thought - a thought he wishes would go away, and fast. It’s a thought that involves Hibari's lips and them not being that bad, and maybe another thought about how if he comes any closer Gokudera might- He might really need to find a way to leave.
"Too close," says Gokudera, flinching. "Why don't you-"
The rest of what he was going to say - which he can't remember anymore - gets buried in thick, heavy silence when he feels something pressing against his thigh. Something long, something hard; something that is starting to resemble what's going on in his own set of pants.
"Is... Is that-" he asks weakly. "You?"
"Hmm?" asks Hibari. He looks down, and yanks. Gokudera gasps, expecting the worst. He opens his eyes when the thickness is gone and he sees Hibari holding his other tonfa.
"... Oh," he says feeling stupid.
"What did you think it was?" asks Hibari, looking for all the world like he's actually smirking; but then it’s gone, replaced by a serious, un-amused and scrutinising expression.
"N-Nothing..." Gokudera answers awkwardly.
Hibari is silent for a moment, then presses forward again. That same feeling is back against Gokudera's thigh and he swallows, extremely nervous.
"What do you think this is?" asks Hibari.
In any other situation, with any sane person, Gokudera would have laughed at the cheesiness of that line. But with Hibari there, tonfa still very much capable of crushing his neck, and with his eyes set and sharp... the last thing Gokudera feels like doing is laughing.
"... Another tonfa?"
There's a shift, and then a mirrored hardness against Gokudera's groin. "Guess again," says Hibari.
"But you're- Uh..." says Gokudera, doing his damndest to avoid looking at Hibari.
"I'm what?"
"Asexual?"
Hibari frowns - it's just a slight crease in his brow, but Gokudera notices it as he looks back at him. "I'm male," says Hibari plainly.
"Yeah... I know..." says Gokudera.
"Males like sex."
Gokudera blinks. "Usually they do, but-"
"But?"
"But you're crazy," says Gokudera. He closes his eyes and tenses, expecting to be disposed of via tonfa, once and for all. Never would he have imagined that Hibari’s masculinity would be the reason for his demise.
Contrary to his fears, he feels Hibari release him - or his throat, at least. The tonfa is now at his chest, still making it hard to breathe, but less so than before.
"Take off your pants," Hibari commands.
Gokudera snorts. Even from Hibari, the sentence sounds ridiculous. "What?"
Hibari's eyes close half-way, the grip on his tonfa tightening. "Do you want to die?"
This can't be happening, thinks Gokudera. It's just a really weird dream or something. Hibari would never ask me to take off my-
"Now," says Hibari.
Gokudera has never stripped before, and hopes Hibari isn't expecting some grand display. He doesn't avoid eye contact this time, undoing his belt, button and zipper with methodical movements; face going a tinge of pink as he pushes down his grey, dynamite-printed boxers. Hibari's eyes open a little wider and the tonfa goes immediately to Gokudera's neck, the edge of it just touching Gokudera's Adam’s apple.
"Now do mine," says Hibari.
He's thankful that it's summer, and that not many people are around to possibly walk by and see this as he reaches for Hibari's belt, undoing and removing it, letting it fall to the floor. He expects reprieve from Hibari about dirtying his uniform, but there's nothing. After a brief, uncertain silence, he continues: undoing the belt and tugging down the simple black boxers.
Gokudera looks down, then realises his mistake. Looking down means noticing just how hard Hibari is; it means seeing that he himself is just as hard; it means noticing that all this is really making him need to do something about it.
But there doesn't seem anywhere else to look - that is, until Hibari's tonfa guides his chin upward and they're eye-to-eye. Then the tonfa drops and Gokudera remains still, his brain screaming for him to run, to get away before anything happens and block out his mind while taking care of this new “problem” at the nearest bathroom. His body, though, seems really interested in staying here. Hibari’s body is warm and that fact is now rooted deeply within the confines of Gokudera’s mind.
He's male too, after all.
Hibari's hands are calm when they unbutton Gokudera's shirt, his right hand running over the exposed skin beneath. Gokudera winces when his head hits against the wall. He hadn't noticed Hibari's other hand, reaching up towards the silver-grey hair and yanking it back. Gokudera's temple is thudding and he knows he's bleeding, but Hibari doesn't relent.
"You don't have to be that rough," he says, annoyed.
"I know," says Hibari, and this time he's definitely smiling - if something that sinister-looking can be classified as a smile, thinks Gokudera.
Their bodies meet, warm and awkward. Hibari's length rubs solidly against his own. It feels good, and he wants more - and when a hand wraps around the two of them, he moans. He knows he shouldn't ever lose himself this much; he has duties to the tenth. He's his right-hand man. But Hibari's tongue is licking against his collarbone, and then his neck, and then he's biting and it hurts, so fucking much and-
"What the hell-"
"Relax," says Hibari, his finger pushing in. Gokudera doesn't even remember when he managed to make his hand wet enough to slide in. It feels weird, but Hibari keeps going and they're still pressing together so Gokudera thinks "fuck it" and closes his eyes. It’s already weird – it’s not like it can get much weirder and besides, Hibari’s body is a lot softer than Gokudera would ever admit aloud.
There's a second finger and Gokudera doesn't like it but Hibari's breathing hard at his right ear, and he's pretty sure it's one of the sexiest fucking things he's ever heard. It's not a noise he would have ever imagined coming from Hibari - it's too intimate, too... emotional. And it might be based it nothing but Hibari wanting to get off, but to Gokudera, it sounds rawer, almost explosive - and he wants more of it. He leans into Hibari's touch rather than away from it, even as a third finger is slipped in.
He knows what's going to happen, what Hibari is aiming for. When he's turned around, face stinging a little against the concrete wall, he places one hand against it, preparing his body as much as he can. Hibari is gentler than he expects and Gokudera's hand balls into a fist with the slow, thick sensation of Hibari's cock sliding inside. It takes a few thrusts before Hibari manages to go deeper.
Gokudera can hear birds in a tree nearby, and the sound of some other students playing baseball. Probably that idiot's time for practice, he thinks briefly before Hibari pushes in one more time, until he's all the way inside.
"... Tight," is all Hibari says. Gokudera lowers his head, teeth biting into his lower lip. He doesn't want to cry out, or have anyone find them here like this. The awkward, full feeling slowly transforms into a wet, pleasurable one. Hibari seems to sense the change, driving in deeper, with more ferocity. His moans fall hot against the nape of Gokudera's neck, his teeth finding the same spot as before; one arm wrapping around Gokudera's chest, drawing him closer. The ends of his nails dig into Gokudera's skin, but the pain barely registers in Gokudera's mind. His thoughts are preoccupied with the way Hibari's hand guides his own to his cock, stroking as Hibari continues thrusting inside him. He's pretty sure he could come just from the sensations, but Hibari seems intent on having him wait.
They don't speak but Gokudera feels the scratch on his chest; hears the ragged, almost dying moan from Hibari's lips; feels the sudden warmth inside him as Hibari comes. His own hand moves faster, but is soon replaced with Hibari's own - Hibari, who is still inside him, watching him with tired yet hungry eyes. Gokudera's fist drags against the wall until his whole body is shaking and it drops to his side, his whole weight leaning on Hibari as he comes, splashes of white on a beige wall.
He doesn't remember much about getting dressed or Hibari's handkerchief used to wipe them both clean or if Hibird had been there all along (he really hopes not) but when he blinks, he's standing and Hibari's across from him, tonfa in both hands.
"Detention," says Hibari.
"... What?" sputters Gokudera. "What the hell for? You were the one who made me get naked and-"
Hibari points with his tonfa at the wall, and Gokudera follows his line of vision. An embarrassing splotch of drying, translucent white is slowly sliding down it.
He fights not to blush. "Just give me some water and I'll clean it off."
"No."
"What 'no'? You can't give me detention for something that's easily fixed! Here, I'll go get the stupid water and-"
Gokudera crumbles as the tonfa hits him in the stomach. He glares up at Hibari.
"The hell's your problem?"
"Detention tomorrow," is all Hibari replies before taking a step back. "Wear different underwear. Those are a mood-killer."
Gokudera blinks dumbly. Is Hibari really telling him to come to the office for a... repeat performance?
"... -Hey!" he yells to Hibari's retreating back. "These boxers are awesome."
"I'm setting them on fire next time I see them."
"Prick," mutters Gokudera, watching Hibari leave until he realises he's watching Hibari leaving and stands up abruptly, brushing the dust from his jeans and looking pointedly in the opposite direction.
"Hey, Gokudera!" says Yamamoto amiably, throwing an arm over his shoulders and laughing when it's forcibly batted away. "You look really sensual today!"
"... What."
Tsuna laughs awkwardly. "Yamamoto's been saying a lot of weird things today."
"That’s why you should get rid of him," says Gokudera, pissed off when Yamamoto just laughs harder. He's too distracted to notice the eyes behind the windows of the Disciplinary Committee's office, or the satisfied look on its leader's face as those same eyes hone in on soft blue marks at Gokudera's neck.
Hibari turns around. "Make sure to clean the wall thoroughly," he says to the group of three before him.
"Yes, sir," they say, heading out.
Hibari looks back at Gokudera, now leaving with the others; and thinks about what it'll be like to run his tongue along the red, bitten lips tomorrow.
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