LOLOLOLOL AGAIN WITH THE ONESHOTS? Honestly these have been up on my deviantart for about two months, so just FYI I update there MUCH MORE. MUCH MUCH MORE. I have a mini ficlet that I started AND FINISHED within two days that's up there but not here. See. Lulz.
Again, all characters are (c) Amano Akira, bastardization of them is (c) Kalio.
Yes.
THIS ONE IS ALSO RATED M FOR LARGE AMOUNTS OF INNUENDO AND GUYS SUCKING OTHER GUYS. Yeah this is essentially just random porn because I wanted to.
So here I was, yet again on a ship headed for home. Yeah, I was going to Italy, though I probably wouldn't enjoy it. Because he was coming too. Yamamoto.
Also, I was starving. It wasn't exactly a cruise ship, and the food wasn't the greatest. They always were like that, I figured. I could have easily taken a plane, so easily, if it weren't for the only flights being overbooked and my insistence on being on time.
I couldn't be late for this. It was important to the Tenth. I wouldn't enjoy it. At all. I didn't want to watch Chrome and... I shuddered. She'd picked the weirdest person to marry. It would've been bad enough if she actually settled down with Mukuro, but no, Chrome had to freak us all out and marry Hibari.
I was terrified by the whole thing. Obviously, this wedding meant Hibari had proposed. To a woman. And they were going to kiss in front of people. And me. Ew. So much ew.
Unless Hibari lost his temper and killed the priest. Which wasn't unlikely.
I wondered again, why Italy? They were both Japanese, dammit!
Mukuro was the father of the bride. That was terrifying. I was tempted to skip it, but the Tenth had been intimidated into attending.
Reasons aside, I had to attend. I sighed, and then my stomach growled. Yamamoto laughed; it was loud enough for him to hear. I glared at him, then got up in search of food.
Unfortunately, my options were limited. The main food source at the moment was fruit. It was that or some questionable looking meat; it might have been roast beef. I couldn't tell, so I decided not to chance it. I stared down an orange for about thirty seconds before deciding it was a poor specimen. This significantly decreased my options. There was still a pyramid-like structure of apples that I could theoretically take from, but I knew that if I tried the whole thing would collapse. That left me with bananas or grapes, and grapes made me think of that dumb cow.
Thus, bananas.
I didn't dislike bananas, so I snatched one and retreated before more people looked at me oddly. Thank you silver hair, the attention is wonderful. And people probably wondered at my age; I may have been nearly twenty, but I looked like I was seventeen, tops.
Yamamoto didn't have that problem, the damn giant. He was twenty with a vengeance, and looked older. If I didn't know better, I would have guessed him to be around twenty-three.
He stared at me oddly as I sat down again. I stubbornly ignored him and peeled the fruit. Yamamoto coughed. I glanced at him. He shook his head, and I returned to ignoring him. He swallowed hard, loud enough for me to hear, as I was about to bite into the fruit. I whipped my head around to glare at him, noting that he looked a little awkward, and, maybe, a little... pink in the face?
I looked at the banana, and I looked at Yamamoto.
Then I made a disgusted noise.
"Don't even." I said warningly. Suddenly, the fruit in my hand was a loaded mass of innuendo, and I was tempted to throw it overboard. But I was starving.
I glared haughtily at Yamamoto and took a bite anyway. His eyes might have widened, but not enough for me to be sure. He did cough though, and then turned his head away from me. I was so sure that the bastard was blushing and possibly suffering.
He was pretty sexually frustrated, especially if he saw copious amounts of innuendo in me eating a banana. I wondered when the last time he'd done anything was. Then I tried to shake the thought out of my head in horror. Dear lord, that was NOT a smart thing to think about.
Although it could be serious if he was a twenty year old virgin.
Then I was tempted to destroy my own brain as I recalled something that had happened between us once that wasn't entirely chaste. It hadn't been anything much... really... just a bit of rough housing that might possibly have resulted in me nearly creaming my pants. I wondered if he'd had a similar reaction. He had excused himself rather quickly after I took a bite out of his neck. It was funny how vividly that kind of think stuck in a person's mind; it had been nearly three years ago, and we'd been stupid teenagers. Now he was a stupid young adult and I was a smart one.
I wondered if that made things any different.
I bit into the banana again, chewing thoughtfully. Yamamoto drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. I narrowed my eyes, and swallowed. It was almost painful to watch him.
"It's. A. Banana." I said flatly. "Stop thinking that way."
Yamamoto closed his eyes and grinned at me. "What way?"
"You know what I mean." To punctuate my thought, I licked the banana suggestively. "That way. Stop it."
"You're making it hard to do." Yamamoto valiantly attempted to stare at the deck. His gaze kept jerking back to me and my fruit.
And then I finished the banana, and the torture was over.
I scratched my head, tossing the peel overboard. I was excellent at littering, and, hey, it's biodegradable. I looked again at Yamamoto, who was apparently still in an uncomfortable state.
Sighing, I rolled my eyes. He was pathetic. Worse yet...
I stood, doing my best to look bothered and annoyed at him.
"Well. Come on."
He stared at me for a moment. "... what?"
"You heard me. Get up." I put my hands on my hips and glared impatiently at him.
Again, he looked clueless. "Uh. What?"
I grabbed his wrist and attempted to drag him off. It turned out to be harder than I thought; Yamamoto was a large person. I tugged at his arm for a moment, knowing now that it was in vain. I eventually went 'nngh' and he stood up quite willingly.
I glared at him for being so tall. Still, it didn't deter me.
I proceeded with another attempt at pulling him. This time it worked, and I yanked him successfully into our shared room. His instinct, apparently, was to sit, and that was a good choice. Of course, he wasn't sure what to think.
I proceeded to molest him.
This startled him.
It didn't make me stop. I had my plan and I wouldn't deviate from it. Even if my plan involved sucking him off.
I did so.
His hands were tangled in my hair, mussing it severely. I continued to lick and caress him, almost content with myself. I was putting my mouth to good use.
Still, he was hot under my touch, fighting with himself. It was probably hard to resist the impulse to thrust, but he was managing it. I could tell he was barely doing so. I was making him insane, tempting him.
I was willing to bet it felt good. At least, by his reactions. His grip on my hair tightened, a clear warning sign for me. His breathing was changing. He hadn't moaned or made a sound. I pulled back, running my tongue down his shaft. Yamamoto gasped, his eyes closed tightly.
I could've left him there, and been a jerk. But I didn't. I took him into my mouth again, and bobbed my head quickly. By the way his body was trembling, he was about to climax. I let go of him, feeling this whole thing beginning to affect me. Oddly enough, my jeans felt a little tight.
I planted a kiss on his member, and that was enough to drive him over the edge. I closed my eyes quickly as he came on me. Luckily, none got on my shirt. Questionably luckily, it was all on my face.
I smeared the sticky liquid off my cheeks, licking my thumb. Yamamoto stared at me, wide-eyed and red in the face.
I stood, wobbling slightly. "All right then."
"Um."
"Not bad." I said casually. "Now, of course, it's my turn."
ALRIGHTY YAMAMOTO SUCK MY DICK.
What the hell is wrong with me? Well I hope SOMEONE enjoyed that. Just. Yes. cough cough
WHAT BOTHERS ME ABOUT : WHEN YOU UPLOAD A DOCUMENT, IT STICKS RANDOM SPACES IN PLACES. D: STOP DOING THAT. I AM SO SICK OF GOING THROUGH MY STUFF AND GOING 'I DID NOT HIT THE ENTER KEY THERE. WHAT?'
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