I-I'm such a perv it's not even funny... - / / / / / - This chapter is the longest and... most detailed... Anyways, this is the last chapter of THIS R18 series, but look out for more to come!
-Natsu
It was a normal day at Namimori Middle, Tsuna was acting pathetic, and Gokudera was overprotective, Yamamoto oblivious, Ryohei EXTREME, and Lambo a pain. And if you walked past the classrooms with the yelling, threats, and profanities, turned a corner, and walked past three doors, you might hear strange sounds coming from the Disciplinary room. This of course, was Reborn's fault. The once Arcobaleno had taken an aging potion created by the ever-so-isolated scientist, Verde, and was ravaging Hibari Kyouya's mouth. The prefect did not willingly let small moans escape from bruised lips, but every time Reborn's fingers grazed lightly over his growing arousal, or dragged lightly down his chest, hisses and moans forced their way out.
Reborn pulled back, admiring his work, and the panting skylark below him. Cheeks flushed, red marks littering his neck and chest, panting, lust darkening cobalt eyes. It made Reborn lick his lips and swoop down for another round of tongue battles. "Nn... stop..." Hibari protested weakly, hands, trembling, resting on Reborn's suit-clad shoulders. Reborn smirked.
"No way, amore." Hibari hardly had any room to protest as his jacket was slid off and his school shirt slid down his shoulders to his mid-back. "Voglio a voi1." Hibari shut his eyes; panting as his wrists were grasped in a strong, yet gentle grip. Reborn's talented, agile fingers quickly undid Hibari's pants; ready to slid them off lithe, pale legs—
BOOM!
Lambo burst through the door, laughing loudly as a pair of feet came into view, and Tsuna's panicked voice reached their ears. In a flash, Reborn brought out his gun, shooting the ground right by Lambo's feet, and in the time it took for Tsuna's face to come into view of the couple, they had already been engulfed by the Ten Year Bazooka, and were being sent into the future. Landing with a rather hard thud, almost all thoughts of lust disappeared from Hibari's mind, as he fumbled to button up his shirt and pants. "The Ten Year Bazooka sent both of us into the future..." Reborn stated the obvious, looking around. Hibari blinked, then narrowed his eyes slightly, irritated.
"Well, well, well," the familiar deep voice cause their attention to turn to the newcomer, "look what we have here. The Ten Year Bazooka's work, no?" Hibari's eyes widened slightly, and Reborn narrowed his. Standing there smirking, in all of his glory, was another Reborn!? And beside him his TYL! Self!?
[...]
"Well," the older Hibari hummed, "this certainly is new." They were siting across from each other on tatami mats, cups of tea resting on the floor as steam curled up. After the confusion, TYL!Hibari—let's call him Kyouya—had offered them to stay the night. Hibari found himself relaxing in the yukata that Kyouya had given him. Hibari found himself rather irritated, relaxed, but irritated. Why hadn't his future self and Reborn gone to the past? Why are they here?
"Why," younger Hibari—let's stick to calling him 'Hibari'—hissed, glaring at his older self and the other Reborn, "aren't you in the past?"
"Don't know. The Ten Year Bazooka must have been malfunctioning," the other Reborn put in smoothly. Hibari let out a silent, frustrated sigh, eyebrows creased in annoyance.
"You're going to leave in five minutes, so just wait patiently." Kyouya said, staring down his younger self, who bristled in response.
"But before you go..." Hibari looked beside him as Reborn stood up and walked over to the other Reborn.
"A test." And then they smirked at each other, silently challenging one another. Hibari narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth, but a grip on his arm made him stop and look behind him. Kyouya smirked down at his younger self. Hibari glared.
"What are you—?" His eyes were covered with Kyouya's hand as a rustling sound reached his ear. 'When did he get there?' he thought.
"Wait..." The sound of Hibari voice, although deeper than his own, tickled his ear, and sent a small shiver down his spine. When the rustling stopped, Hibari pushed away the hand that was covering his eyes, glaring at his older self. Kyouya simply smirked in response. Hibari turned to find both Reborn's standing next to each other, standing in the same position with the same smirk on their face.
"Which one of us is 'your Reborn?'" They asked at the same time. Hibari's eyebrow twitched. They didn't have time for games like this! Why would they make him choose when five minutes are almost up? Nevertheless, a small, almost inaudible sigh left Hibari's lips, before he glared, stalking towards them with his tonfas clenched in hand.
"You are." Hibari held up his tonfa to the Reborn on the right's chin, the cold metal barely touching the skin. It happened in a fraction of a second, but Hibari was sure he caught it; the flickering of exchanged glances between both Reborn's and Kyouya. It was so fast any normal person wouldn't have caught it, but Hibari, being Hibari, did. Then, smirk pulled up at Hibari's lips when they didn't respond negatively. "I got it right, we're finding that cow and leav—" Arms came under his, holding him up as Hibari jerked, growling at Kyouya—himself—who was smirking darkly. Reborn, the Reborn he had chosen, sauntered up, putting a finger in his tie and extending his arm, loosening the fabric.
"Are you so sure, Hibari?" The low, sensual purr that formed the symbols of his name sent shivers down his spine, "If you're wrong..." And then Hibari's hips thrust up slightly as Reborn pressed himself against his lover, grinding slightly, "I'll have to punish you..." But with a push of his hand, Kyouya pushed Reborn away slightly from Hibari, a possessive, mischievous gleam in his cobalt eyes.
"That's my job..." He declared giving Reborn a sharp, predatory look, lowering his arms so they were around Hibari's waist. Reborn smirked, backing away as he let Kyouya and Hibari 'talk it out'. Hibari found himself unmoving, as if submitting to his older self. Thoughts like this, however, abandoned his brain as hands slowly inched themselves beneath the flap of his yukata, tracing the skin there.
"Doesn't this..." and Hibari flinched at the contrast of cold hands to warm skin, "count as self-pleasuring?"
"If you think of it that way," Kyouya whispered lowly, tracing Hibari's ear with his lips, "then what fun would that be?" Hibari refused to believe that he, Hibari Kyouya, the most feared prefect in Namimori, was this perverted in his older years. Nevertheless, a small breath of air escaped his parted lips as a dull nail trailed down over a nipple. Hibari hissed. Fingers grasped the bud, rolling and squeezing gently, and Hibari found himself becoming aroused.
"Stop that," he hissed, even though in the back of his mind, he knew it was hopeless, and in the very back, he was enjoying it.
"Stop?" a hint of teeth against Hibari's neck, and he shivered, "I am you, and I know that you don't want that." And Hibari shivered, feeling this man's no... his hands run through his hair, and felt his mouth lick, nip and bite all over the pale skin on his neck, leaving dark marks on unblemished skin.
Another groan.
Kyouya chuckled, leaving another large hickey, sucking on the skin until the mark there was a completely different contrast in color and Hibari's legs went weak. And then, a gentle nip to the ear. Hibari recoiled, pushing away slightly. "Nn..." All it took was a gentle nudge on the back of Hibari's knees to send him falling to the floor. And then, Hibari found his lips being crushed against someone else's and a tongue invade his mouth. Kyouya gently bit down on Hibari's lower lip, eliciting another groan. And when a hang grasped his manhood, it was then that Hibari let out a groan, louder than the rest. His mind was hazy with pleasure, and he began to buck his hips into the warmer, larger hand. Kyouya's tongue pushed into Hibari's mouth, and immediately, Hibari's own came to engage in a battle.
Hibari had almost forgotten about the two Reborn's watching hungrily, until long fingers enclosed around Kyouya's hand, preventing him from going any further. Hibari let out a hiss of displeasure at the loss of friction, bucking his hips. "Now, now," voice light, playful, predatory, "what fun would it be if you got all the fun, Kyouya?"
Hibari couldn't think straight, not with their lips on his neck and collarbone, and hands trailing down and slipping underneath his clothes. He opened his mouth to peak, but all that came out was a low, raspy moan. The two Reborn's chuckled, as they continued their ministrations on him. Kyouya chuckled, feeling himself becoming aroused. He could practically feel Reborn's fingers playing with his younger self, and it made his body ache to be touched. He would never touch himself, per say, but watching the three of them go at it made his body hot with desire. And so, grasping his lover's hand gently, he brought it to his own chest, and finger automatically stroked, and traced the skin of Kyouya's torso. He groaned, and the sound caught his lover's ears. Reborn smirked, slowly detaching himself from the other two as he gave all of his attention to Kyouya.
"Ah, and he has found new prey," the other Reborn commented softly, smirking as his fingertips danced over Hibari's chest. He didn't pay attention however, and busied himself by marking Hibari with small, red hickies scattered over his chest and neck. He deliberately brushed his lips over Hibari's weak spot once, before moving on, and he felt Hibari's hand, the one that was grasping the lapels of his suit, begin to loosen, and tremble slightly. Reborn went over all of the marks Kyouya made, sucking and biting until the faint taste of copper filled his mouth.
Reborn's lips hovered so close to Hibari's weak spot, hot breath fanning over the skin. When Hibari let out a grunt of impatience, Reborn smirked, attacking the weak spot on his neck. Hibari's hand fell to the floor, grasping the polished wood instead, and he pressed himself closer to Reborn. If he could get this weak from being touched, by a man no less, did that make him weak?
No. Hibari firmly reminded himself. It did not make him weak. It made him—
"Hibari..." Reborn breathed, breaking his lover's train of thought, "touch me." He did so without hesitation, turning to unbutton Reborn's suit, and tossing it to the side. There, he went straight for Reborn's weak spot, and bit down harshly, leaving teeth marks in the flesh. Reborn let a low chuckle escape his lips, and his hands trailed down the back of Hibari's thighs, squeezing gently. Reborn's white business suit was also tossed to the side, and hurried, impatient fingers numbly started to undo Reborn's belt, but larger hangs grasped his own. Hibari looked through his lashes, a flicker of impatience residing in them.
"Slow down, Hibari, we have time." He reminded him, leaning up to place a quick kiss on Hibari's lips. Hibari frown slightly when he realized Reborn's eyes were not on him, and following his lover's gaze, he saw his older self and the other Reborn practically molding together, Hibari on the bottom with Reborn ravaging his mouth and skin.
"Arousing, isn't it?" Reborn smirked, pressing Hibari's back against his torso, a low rumble in his chest as he nipped Hibari's ear. Hibari couldn't help but keep his eyes on the other Reborn and his TYL! Self. Kyouya's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes half-lidded. Chest heaving, taking in short, labored breaths, and releasing them in gasps and moans. Identical cool grey eyes met, and Kyouya immediately turned away, closing his eyes as a very, very small blush took over his cheeks and a moan escaped his mouth. Hibari smirked, before a moan of his own left parted lips as one of Reborn's fingers traced his entrance. "Hibari," voice a low, in a sensual growl, "get on your knees." Normally, Hibari wouldn't have complied, but he was desperate for release, and so he placed his hands on the floor, knees spread slightly as the top half of his yukata slid down his shoulders, and the hem was pushed up to pool around his waist.
And then, Hibari felt the invasion of two fingers inside of him, and he let out a sultry groan, forcing himself to not buck his hips. Pushing his fingers in as deep as they could go, coal eyes shone with lust and genuine love as he took in the sight of Hibari, panting, with bruised, parted lips taking in ragged breath, eyes clouded with lust and the shoulder of his yukata down, revealing unmarked, pale skin. Reborn groaned in want, grinding his hips into Hibari's. He was rewarded with a moan and a small gasp of his name. "Ahh...R...eborn-" He smirked, slowly moving his fingers in and out as he curled his fingers in a 'come hither' way.
"They're watching us," Reborn whispered into his lover's ear, "they can see us. They can see how sexy you look like this," Hibari groaned, shaking his head slightly. Even if it was his older self, it still made him feel uncomfortable, nevertheless, it gave him a small shiver down his spine, and Reborn grinned as Hibari's walls clenched around his two digits.
A lick.
A bite.
A groan.
Pulling his fingers out slowly, Reborn inspected the white liquid on his fingers, smirking before grasping Hibari's erection. The sudden wetness and heat made Hibari curl his fingers around the fabric of the yukata, which Reborn really should have discarded by now. With that thought, Reborn grasped the end of the obi, tugging it slowly until it fell away and the yukata was tossed to the side.
And then, Reborn was about to position himself at Hibari's entrance, when a hand stopped him, and Kyouya's back came into his view. A dangerous smirk stretched across Reborn's face, and he gripped Kyouya's hips as Kyouya poked Hibari's entrance with his own arousal.
"Nn... Ahhh..." Hibari clawed at the floor slightly, body hot and trembling with anticipation. And then, Hibari's face was grasped, as the other Reborn's erection was in front of his lips. Without another word, Hibari engulfed his member the same time Kyouya thrust into him and Reborn thrust into Hibari.
Thrusts were feverish, frantic and hard, each aiming for release. Moans, pants, and the sound of skin against skin filled their ears. And when they all climaxed, there was a thin line between their current pleasure and pain.
[...]
After washing up, Reborn picked up Hibari, who was laying on the floor, the yukata covering his sweaty and tired body and his clothes, turning to face Kyouya and himself.
"We'll meet again, I'm sure of it," their smirks were identical, and Hibari's face felt hot. And with a poof of smoke, Kyouya and Reborn's face disappeared form view, though Hibari thought he caught sight of satisfied smirks resting on their faces.
"I'm going to 'clean' all the places where they touched you."
Omake:
"By the way..." Hibari turned to face his lover tiredly, and he was curious—although not at all surprised—to see the infamous smirk on his lips. The curiosity, however, disappeared with Reborn's next sentence.
"When you chose between us, you got it right."
1 - I want you, in Italian. Because we all know ANY KHR! Guy is sexy when they speak Italian.