|Nina (allira_dream) wrote,|
@ 2008-09-01 22:42:00
|Entry tags:||character: hayato gokudera, character: kyouya hibari, character: mukuro rokudo, character: takeshi yamamoto, character: tsunayoshi sawada, fic: katekyo hitman reborn, pairing: gamma/uni, pairing: mukuro/hibari, pairing: tsuna/gokudera, pairing: yamamoto/tsuna, rating: nc17|
KHR - Several ficlets.
Title: Someone To Watch Over Me.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Warnings: Lolicon, age difference.
Summary: Gamma is unable to move away as his princess leans forward, her gentle arms around his neck, her kiss sweet and tender against his lips.
Notes: 657 words. Written for the khrmeme: timid-naive Uni/conflicted Gamma: Uni shyly kisses Gamma and Gamma can't resist.
Someone To Watch Over Me.
"I love you," lady Uni says, her smile bright, her eyes soft. Gamma is unable to move away as his princess leans forward, her gentle arms around his neck, her kiss sweet and tender against his lips.
Gamma cannot - will not - resist her, even though he knows he should. She feels fragile in his arms, soft and precious, the greatest treasure he has ever seen or known, and his heart aches when he thinks of her words.
"I love you so much," his lady murmurs as she presses close to him, shivering. Gamma moves his hands over her back softly, over the tiny waist and thinks that his loyalty should mean that he'd have to walk away from this vanilla-scented embrace, but his legs refuse to obey and lady Uni is still talking, her soft voice whispering against his neck. "You don't have to be scared. It's okay, Gamma. I promise."
God and her mother forgive him, he believes in her words and in her sweet promise when she smiles at him, when she leans again to kiss him, and this time he parts his lips for the careful, almost clumsy touch of Uni's tongue, and he doesn't stop Uni as she gets closer, as she climbs on his lap, the feeling the soft cotton of her dress with his hands on her hips, imagining the soft, warm silk of her thighs against his hips before he can crush that thought ruthlessly.
"It's okay to touch me," Uni says, her eyes blue and kind, but she's blushing, her breathing hard, and for less than a second Gamma wishes she wouldn't have this gift, so that she wouldn't know how scared he is of hurting her, she that feels so fragile inside his arms.
But for that, he still moves his hand over her thigh, softly, touches the soft, soft skin there and presses scarred, big fingers gently between her legs, his whole self aching at the startled gasp she gives, at the way she trembles and crumbles against his chest, her small arms still clinging to his neck.
"My lady," he starts, but Uni shakes her head against his chest.
"Go on," she asks, and then, as if he wasn't already doomed, she mutters a 'please' that he could have imagined, but for the way she moves against his hands.
So Gamma strokes her softly, all too aware of how delicate she is despite the strength that he knows she owns, but he coaxes soft moans from her throat, small whimpers as he feels how her underwear grows wet. Gamma tries not to hold his breath, and he keeps one arm around her, leans his head to press a kiss against her forehead, and he tries not to think much of how readily his body seems to respond to this, tries to convince himself this is no betrayal.
"I-it's not," Lady Uni assures him, her small hands fisted on his shirt, her head buried on his chest, and before Gamma can say anything else he feels it: the way her whole body trembles, the way her thighs tense, the small whimpering noise she gives before she falls against his chest, small tremors running down her back.
Uni's body is slight but still warm, hiding her strength behind delicacy and silk and cotton and linen, but Gamma draws her close, mutters sweet nothings against her ear as he caresses her back. His princess snuggles close, brushes a kiss against his throat, and Gamma is dismayed to feel wet against his shirt, even though she's smiling.
"I love you," Uni says again, and her eyes are almost liquid but so happy, so kind. She leans forward, brushes another kiss against his lips before she hugs him again. "I love you so much, Gamma."
At that he relaxes, hugs her again, closes his eyes and thinks 'I love you as well', feeling the way Uni smiles against his neck.
Title: Make Me Dizzy.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Summary: Tsuna and he still end up pressed way too close, Tsuna's small hands pressed against his chest and her whole body pressed against his.
Notes: 562 words. Written for the khrmeme: Gokudera using the vibration on his phone to get (girl!)Tsuna off.
Make Me Dizzy.
The six o'clock train is completely full, ending with them pressed against the doors, Hayato trying to give the Tenth as much space as possible, but Tsuna and he still end up pressed way too close, Tsuna's small hands pressed against his chest and her whole body pressed against his, one of Hayato's arms pressed against the doors to stop himself and the crowd from crushing her, the other one wrapped around her waist to make sure she won't fall when the doors open at their stop.
"I'm really sorry, Boss," he apologizes, voice soft, trying not to think too much of how sweet Tsuna looks like this, half blushing and almost fragile, if he didn't know about her true strength, of how good her hands feel against him.
"It's not your fault," Tsuna says, looking up a him and smiling that hesitant, soft smile that always makes him feel like the luckiest son-of-a-bitch that has come out from Italy, but Hayato is barely starting to smile when he suddenly feels his phone vibrating, and then--
"Gokudera-kun!" Tsuna squeals, eyes wide open. Her small hands cling to his shirt and for a moment he's confused until he looks down, and realizes just where his cellphone is pressing and Hayato swallows, feels his stomach heavy with iron and his mouth going dry.
"I'm sorry, Boss! I should've turned it down!" he calls, but when he tries to move his hand away, the crowd threatens to crush them both, and he doesn't dare move his other hand, for the way the Tenth is now clinging to him, standing on her tiptoes as if to move away.
She's gasping against him, panting her soft, sweet breath against his neck and Gokudera feels himself flush, unsure of what he should do when they are like this. Tsuna presses against him, and when Gokudera glances at the Tenth's face she has her eyes closed, her skin flushed and she's biting her lips.
"Boss," he says, and doesn't know what else to say, what to offer, so he does the only thing he can, pressing his thigh between her legs and rocking it a little where he can still feel the cellphone going, trying to ignore his erection, or the way the Tenth fits inside his arms, but he can't do anything to ignore the way she suddenly trembles and mutters his name before she leans almost all of her weight against his chest.
The doors open almost too soon after that, and they both almost fall down: Hayato isn't sure how his knees are still holding him up, not when he can feel his heart beating up in his fucking throat, but he manages to move them both away from the crowd without taking his arm from around Tsuna, who is still holding to his shirt, so she can't be mad, right?
She is blushing, however, her whole face gone red, and Gokudera bows as low as he can.
"I'm sorry, boss, that was very rude of me I should've turned down my phone before!"
"U-um," Tsuna seems to agree, but then her hand curls over his shoulder, and when Hayato looks up, she's smiling a little. "L-let's go home, okay?"
Hayato beams and wills his own erection down, because nothing is as important as making the Tenth smile like that.
Title: All Pushing Along.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Warnings: See the prompt.
Summary: "Shh," Yamamoto whispers, a smile that shines even in the dark, and Tsuna doesn't have enough time to ask why did he shush him.
Notes: 405 words. Written for the khrmeme: Yamamoto/Tsuna; fucking in a movie theatre.
"Shh," Yamamoto whispers, a smile that shines even in the dark, and Tsuna doesn't have enough time to ask why did he shush him before Yamamoto is moving as if he was completely liquid, putting the popcorn down and kneeling between his legs and working open his belt and jeans and does he know they are in public?!
"Relax, Tsuna," Yamamoto whispers again in a low, low voice that shouldn't make him shiver like that but dammit, he's a teenager and Yamamoto is practically breathing against his crotch, and somehow his body seems to think that that is more important than the fact that they could be caught and thrown away and who knows how else and ohgod that's Yamamoto's mouth and his tongue over his navel...
Tsuna gasps and then tries to swallow it, puts both of his hands against his mouth when Yamamoto pulls his boxers down, and he's already half hard even before Yamamoto licks his lips and takes him in his mouth.
Tsuna bites hard on his hands and he does the best to stop the whine in his throat as he feels Yamamoto's tongue against the head of his cock, at the soft purr he hears Yamamoto makes, at the way his eyes are still open and looking at him, even at the way Yamamoto's mouth looks stretched with his cock.
He comes embarrassingly fast, barely managing to curl a hand on Yamamoto's nape to warn him, but he just hums as if to say 'ahaha! it's okay, Tsuna!' soe Tsuna spills in Yamamoto's mouth, biting back the moan, feeling his toes curling inside his tennis, and a slight feeling of arousal spikes through him again when he sees Yamamoto swallow.
"Oi, Tsuna," Yamamoto whispers, and if they weren't in the teather Tsuna wouldn't, perhaps, hesitate, but as it is he just grabs some of the napkins before he slides down too Yamamoto's lap, working open Yamamoto's own jeans and taking out his cock so that he can jerk him off, Yamamoto's arm wrapped around his waist, Yamamoto smiling against his neck before he tenses for a moment, then sighing as he comes.
They don't wait for the movie to end, though, because Tsuna is convinced that someone would know, and he's blushing and embarrassed and Yamamoto just laughs.
"It's no big deal!" Yamamoto says before he draps his arm around Tsuna's shoulders. "We can always see the movie again."
Title: Shattered Surface.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Warnings: See the prompt.
Summary: The laugh is what makes Hibari open his eyes, but he had been aware of Mukuro's presence for a while, the way one knows when there is poison in the air.
Notes: 362 words. Written for the khrmeme: TYL!Mukuro x TYL!Hibari, Mukuro masturbating.
The laugh is what makes Hibari open his eyes, but he had been aware of Mukuro's presence for a while, the way one knows when there is poison in the air.
Mukuro is spread out on the divan of his room, pale, untouched skin over the moonlight, the tail of his hair running over his chest and arms, a hand lazily curled around his half hard cock.
"Out," Hibari orders. Mukuro smiles.
"Oh, you didn't miss me?" Mukuro asks in that deceptively sweet voice of his. "I missed you."
"See, I was wondering... do you bite during sex, Kyouya-kun? I am almost sure that you do," Mukuro adds. He's leaning against his hand but he opens his leg further, as if to show him his balls and asshole, the way his hand moves over his cock in a steady rythm. "I bet that it's a fight with you, even when you do want to have sex."
"None of your fucking business," Hibari adds, yawning again. He leans over his hand and seriously considers bringing out his tonfas, even though he realizes that Mukuro will probably disappear the moment he tries to strike him: his presence is too diluted to be truly there, and it's probably as much trouble as it is listening to Mukuro.
Still, principle of the matter.
"Mmm, fucking. I do wonder how you'd look, Kyouya-kun. Spread on your futon, legs apart, and my cock deep inside you. I bet you'd try to hold onto your orgasm, that you'd try to make me beg for it... or pay for it, as if you were my whore..."
Moans deep in his throat and comes all over the floor of his room and Hibari sits down. Mukuro laughs, a rumbling, throat sound as he lifts his come-covered hand and licks at it, eyes still on his.
Hibari frowns in distaste.
"Clean it," Hibari orders, already reaching for his box and tonfas.
"Mmm," Mukuro murmurs, considering, before he smiles his reptilean grin. "I don't think so."
Hibari's not surprised when he disappears. He just sighs and stands up. He'll take a shower while Kusakabe cleans that up.