:: Malfunction ::
by: Hk Ramos
February 03, 2010
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Katekyo Hitman Reborn! / Home Tutor Hitman Reborn!
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Prompt: (TYL!Ryohei/Ryohei) || Ryohei is so extreme the bazooka malfunctions :P

WARNING: BRAIN IN PIECES WHEN WRITTEN. READ WITH CAUTION.

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Confused gray eyes found itself staring right back at cool, equally colored ones; the latter widening in surprise before holding a certain air of realization. A bandaged hand lifted itself to clear its owner's vision, thinking it was but a trick of the eye -- But no matter how hard he rubbed it, the figure remained -- But then again, he wasn't exactly looking at a mirror.

Ryohei's mouth dropped as he stared face-to-face with his twenty-five year-old self; his black suit thrown on the floor and about to remove his necktie.

"What in the—Who are you?! How did you get here? I thought I was training in an extremely secret part of the base -- And why do we look extremely alike!?"

A jovial laugh echoed from the taller man at the string of questions asked. The older Sun Guardian then proceeded to enlighten the teen of his situation -- or re-explain it; since the teen mentioned "base" he could assume he knew everything about being part of the Vongola Family already. Ryohei's lips formed a small "Oh" as he finally remembered all those little details; asking his older self what he had been doing and found out that he had just gone back from a mission.

This adult Ryohei was curious, though, as to why he did not disappear the moment his younger self got transported to this time. Mature eyes quickly slithered at the teen's current state. A small, sly grin began form on his lips as a general idea formed on what this young Sun Guardian had been doing; the possible cause of why the malfunction of the Ten-Year Bazooka took place.

Thankfully, the older Sun Guardian thought, explaining did not take much time -- for he knew how to deal with his younger counterpart.

Oh yes, he knew very well how to deal with his younger, hyper, hot-blooded, hormone-raged self.

"I should be the one asking you those questions, though," the older Ryohei said, raising an inquiring eyebrow. He knelt in front of the teen; leaning in closer as he slowly undid his tie. "But I wonder: What kind of intense training have you been doing with that bazooka that made you come to this time without me replacing you?"

Ryohei blinked a fair few times; clueless to what those words meant. He noted the direction his older self was looking at and followed it: The heat on his face started to spread rapidly when he realized how sweaty his clothes were and of the way he held the purple Bazooka … In such position on his unzipped pants. Greatly embarrassed to be caught that way, he fumbled to change his stance, and to hide his almost-exposed manhood.

"Wh-Wha -- Hold–It's not what you -- Ah!" Ryohei tried to defend himself, but was cut off when he felt a strong, calloused hand wrap itself on his lower part's bulge.

Ryohei gasped at the sudden touch; stopping himself from moaning as that hand teasingly rubbed his growing erection. The teen tried to protest; but another squeeze on his hardening crotch only made him educe an unreserved moan. Taking advantage of his open mouth, the older of the two caught the succeeding moans with his lips; delighting in the lewd noises echoing within the walls of their mouths. The older Sun Guardian grabbed a fistful of the younger one's silver hair and pulled his head back – deepening the kiss; letting his tongue roam freely inside the other's mouth while his hand lustfully stroked the teen's hardening length that twitched at the varying pace and force he pressed on it. He knew that he himself was also being allured by this peculiar twist of events: His breath hitched when the younger Ryohei's hands randomly caressed his chest and ran through his longer, grayish hair. He groaned as the other's knee grinded that area between his legs -- pain, delicious pain, shooting all over him. The sensations bombarding them shook their whole being; their moans and groans resonating only a fraction of those feelings coursing within them.

Panting heavily as their lips broke apart, the older Sun Guardian gazed at those hazy eyes; grey being clouded with desire. The hormones were kicking into their highest extent.

"B-But …" Ryohei struggled to speak, as the other started to plant open-mouthed kisses on his neck. "The limit … F-Five minutes --"

The adult Ryohei chuckled inwardly. It seems his younger counterpart has failed to become aware of the fact that due to his "training" he had broken the Bazooka, and that more than five minutes have already passed since he got there.

"Then," the husky, masculine voice coaxed in Ryohei's ear; fingers unbuttoning their clothing. "I'll extremely make sure this will be the longest five minutes of your life."