Wall.
KHR Fanfiction Antology of XANXUS-chan
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Type: just a short one
Pairing: Yamamoto Takeshi and Wall
Warning: R18, perverse, erotic, crack
Translated:ManamiTheBest - manamithebest. deviantart
Takeshi POW
Yamamoto Takeshi gets under the effect of Genkishi's illusion, and from the shock he starts to think about strange things.
I have always been deviant. Never liked ordinary things. I always knew that it will be a strange feeling when I get turned on by something. But I would've never imagined that it would be a wall!
The wall, - let's call it wall - was clammy, the sweat still was dripping down its body. My face was pounding from the heat's excitement as it hit the wall,followed by my rigid chest, then the form of my lap, like I was the one who just wanted to run into it for a hug. I tripped a bit, and bleeded a bit too, it rearranged my teeth, but I felt that it was good. It almost hugged me back!
It wanted me to crush to it, so I could feel its body, the cracks like abs, filled with my rain's water. I wanted to rest a bit more on it, before I pass out, and thought how good would it be to play baseball with it.
Because it would always throw back my ball. If that would occure, even Genkishi would be allowed to join. But Genkishi left this wall alone here, and I just hugged it with nipples hard from excitement. I moved a bit, frayed my chest and lap. This feeling, that my soul just slipped out of me through my nose, seemed like lasts for seconds, but then I realised that it was blood. Was this the feeling of being a fan?
That's when we're bleeding from the nose right?
I was rubbing myself against the wall even more. Genkishi was still somewhere around, but I didn't care about him now. Maybe because the wall was so manly, unlike Genkishi, and although he broke up with it, and I just smacked to it, I knew that it won't be mine forever, because these relationships are so short, and so meaningless, yet I love to play.
Especially baseball! The wall made me slip downwards on its body, I rubbed my face against its rendering, it teared my skin up, softly to red, and I had a headache, but it must have been because of the arousement.
I kneeled down in front of it, my mouth smoothing its bulge. One of my veins were throbbing, some of them might just tear up as well, blood was dripping down and out, I was almost overflowing. The body of the wall was unshaken, just the thin cracks made it remember the taste of my lips. After then, with dust between my teeth, I coughed up blood as I felt down because of its incredible power.
I've got a bite from it.
I might have got concussion.
