Title: Slumber to the Depths of Release

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Pairing: YamamotoxTsuna, MukuroxGokudera

Genre: Angst

Status: Three-shot

Warning: OOC, Shameless smut, Violence, Rape, un-beta'd (this chapter)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story and I'm not making any money. Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Amano Akira-sensei.

Slumber to the Depths of Release

Chapter 2: Flesh

I furrowed my brows, gazing at the Tenth's shaken psyche. He's visibly distressed, jumping at everyone who approached him. Though our peers would often ask of his unsettled state, he would only nod and force a reassuring smile then send them on their way. With surprising stealth, he would slip swift peeks at Yamamoto in between lectures and class activities. The baseball idiot seem to always catch those stolen glances and return the looks with an over-enthusiastic smile, making the Tenth snap violently back to his cleaning duties.

My gaze analyze the idiot, a hollow feeling swirling in my gut. Despite the apparent normalcy he's displaying, I couldn't shake the sense of wrongness his cheerful actions emit. It was as if a black cloud of mist surrounded him, the dark fog foreboding and sinister. It was subtle, yet overbearing, a familiar aura. The baseball idiot caught my gaze and smirked knowingly, that same indescribable cloud of mist hissing playfully, almost in a flirty manner. I only glowered at him, cursing under my breath and returning my forest green orbs at the Tenth.

"Oi, Gokudera!" The instructor yelled across the baseball field, cupping his bear-like hands to act as a megaphone. He tosses me a shabby broom and directs me to the batting cage. "If you're just gonna stand there, at least sweep!"

I grit my teeth in frustration, the burly man testing my patience. If the Tenth hadn't confiscated my bombs, that bear would have detonated into limbo. With a defeated grunt, I give Yamamoto one last glance. The baseball freak was getting ready to pitch. His amber eyes burning, but it was off. It was just wrong, almost malicious. He pulls back his arm and catapults the ball. I follow the bolting ball, my head almost snapping painfully in the sheer speed of his pitch. The wayward projectile curved, rushing dangerously to the side.

"Tenth!" I screamed in panic, cursing loudly as I made a mad dash to my leader. The bastard had aimed for the Tenth's head. I pat down at my body, desperate to find any spare dynamite the Tenth might have missed. I hissed in frustration. "Tenth!"

Slowly, the Tenth turned, but it was too late. The charging ball crashed against his head with a savage smash, immediately knocking the Tenth unconscious.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I grabbed onto the bastard's shirt shaking him, my hands clutched tightly in rage. He only looks back at me, lips turned to a frown, his eyes apprehensive.

"I'm sorry… It was an accident…"

The damn bear separated us, his too muscular arms digging into our chest.

"You fight, you get suspended!" The gym coach stated, giving us a reprimanding look. "Gokudera, please take Sawada to the infirmary. Yamamoto, please be more careful. That was too dangerous, I'm omitting you from playing during class until further notice."

I glare at the bastard, grunting as I carried the Tenth to Doctor Shamal. I feel that same dark fog of mist hissing behind me and I turned around, catching the bastard looking at me. I glower at him, continuing to walk away. I miss the pleased smirk that marked his lips.

~::pOq::~

When I came to, a throbbing pain surrounded my head. I clutch at my temple, thrashing gently from side to side, desperate to assuage the ache. Once the pain dulled, I sat up groggily, examining my surroundings. Seeing the whitewashed walls of the school infirmary, I panicked, not understanding how I got here. I called for Doctor Shamal, but the physician was no where to be found. I try hopelessly to recall something, but I can't. All I can remember was getting ready for bed the night before. I grabbed my phone in an attempt to call for help and found a lone message.

'Please meet me at the rooftop 3 Kyoko.'

My brows furrowed, a sense of wrongness overwhelms me. A voice in the back of my head told me to run, to get far away. But this was Kyoko-chan, I told myself. Even though I outgrew my affections for her, she still holds a special place in my heart. Without her, I wouldn't have had the mind to protect those I care about. With a wobbly grace, I changed into my school uniform and slipped out of the room, wary to catch the attentions of the disciplinary committee wandering the halls. Step after careful step, I made my way to the roof. Once I reached the small five steps leading to the doorway, I froze, dread seeping to me. It almost breaks my resolve. I wanted to run again, to escape the fear clouding behind me.

Despite my apprehensions, I made my way through the door. Dark dust of clouds enveloped the sky, blotting out the sun. In a flash, a ball dashed past me, barely missing my left arm. The bullet-like ball hits the door, embedding itself in the wooden entrance.

"Yamamoto…"

I tremble, horror bursting through my body. 'I remember.'

He looks at me with those same inky umber eyes.

"Oi Tsuna." He greeted, lips wide in a grin. Out of nowhere, he materialized a baseball out of thin air. My eyes widen, unable to move. He grin tilted to a smirked. "Let's play?"

He chuckles, tossing the ball at me with less leverage. It barely missed my head, hitting the wall with a loud thud before bouncing back to his hand. He smirks at my frozen stature, pleased with the terror in my eyes. In a blink, he tosses the ball again. This time, the ball strikes my forehead with a heavy thud before bouncing into his hand again. I shrieked, pain erupting through my form, awakening the earlier trauma my head suffered. I collapsed against the wall, my vision blurring. Tears swim in my eyes as invisible lashes puncturing my body. Again, I feel the sharp, stabbing pain in my right shoulder. There was no blood, but lacerations from last night's hell littering my trembling body.

He kneels down next to me, those inky umber eyes dancing in mirth. Slowly, he trailed his callused hand on my cheeks. I snapped my neck reflexively, away from his touch. He smiles, eyes dark and cloudy, the mirth no longer there. He his hand clutch my jaw, forcibly turning me to him.

"Let me touch you." His voice is brooding, completely rapt. Vile rushes to my throat and a watery sob escapes my lips. He brought his face close to mine, our foreheads touching. His inky umber gaze boring into mine. "I love you, Tsuna."

He pressed his lips so gently over mine, a stark contrast to the barbaric force he exerted over me just moments ago. Fingers brush my throat as his hand tries to open my jaw. I whimper weakly, twisting my head side to side. I gasped a breath and his tongue delved inside my mouth, wrapping lightly around my own. I screamed, biting the wet muscle until I taste blood. He jumps, body jerking back and he's looking at me again. I leveled a glare, spitting out the metallic taste in my mouth.

For a second, he looked torn, eyes misty. But he moves his body over mine, his built easily overpowering mine. I thrashed violently, lashing out at him with fierce determination and he just takes it, his body tensing to brace himself from my abuse. He continues to trail his lips down my body, hands peeling off my uniform. He rains butterfly kisses all over my skin, his tongue laving apologetically over the cuts and bruises decorating my exposed flesh. Deftly hands pump at my limp member, coaxing it to hardness. The burning tears are back, flowing madly on my cheeks. My whole body is on fire, scorching from where he touched. Millions of maggots crawling putridly under my skin.

"Yama…" I sobbed weakly, having no strength to fight anymore. I cover my face with my arms, humiliated at my own vulnerability. And he stops. He moves my hands away and again lays his forehead against mine. He trailed kisses on my cheeks before pressing his lips on my brow. I whimpered harder, just wanting everything to end. He's quiet, eyes closed in thought. After a few moments he looks back at me, coffee colored eyes determined.

"I won't stop." And I wailed as he slides down my body. I tossed my limbs, flailing weakly at him. Still, he takes it, just bracing himself my onslaught. He places my knees over his shoulders as he wrapped his mouth around my flaccid member, callused fingers tracing patterns along my inner thighs. He looks at me again and lifts my hips higher. Without warning, he delves his tongue into my entrance. The slick muscle licks at my insides, his saliva lubricating my hole. To my horror, my cock twitched, my body betraying me as arousal pooled in my belly.

"Stop!" I begged, arms hiding my face in shame. He doesn't reply. Instead, his fingers brush against my opening, the long digits poking and joining his tongue. I squirmed, hips wriggling in discomfort. He retracts his mouth and smiles at my erect cock before wrapping his mouth around me again. He bobs his head vigorously as he pushed and scissored his fingers in my entrance. His long digits curved inwardly and I shrieked, pleasure overriding the horror I feel. He continues to jab that same spot, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked me arduously. He lets out a groan deep in his throat, the vibrations dispersing all over my body. White hot pleasure swirled in my belly. He pulls back his mouth just before I release. Ecstasy racking in core as my cum shoots at my stomach.

I'm panting, lungs expanding, heart hammering wildly in my chest. I sob into my arms, seeking solstice. He places my hips down as he rests on his legs. With an apologetic smile, he pulls out his engorged prick. I sobbed harder, hiding behind my arms. I feel him scoop up my cum, his erection poking at my butt. Then he grunts softly, before easing his slick erection in my entrance. The pain was immense, but nothing compared to the biting lashes that decorated my flesh. He doesn't move, mercifully giving me time to adjust to his length. I feel him on me again, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on my chest. He pulls my arms away and presses his face against my cheeks.

He smiles, a gentle smile that only he is capable of him. He takes my lips again, and I let him, having nothing else to lose. He moans so softly, his tongue mapping out my mouth. Then he begins to move, thrusts tender and passionate as if we were lovers. My wailing ceases, turning into wanton moans. And he just embraces me, merging our bodies closer as a deft hand pumps my own erection in time with his thrusts. A portrait of sweet love making.

Soon, his thrusts becomes erratic, his engorged prick assaulting my abused prostate dead on. The same hot pleasure swirls rapidly in my belly and for the second time, I release. My exultant screams swallowed by his mouth. My entrance clamps down on him, clenching tightly around him. He bumps his forehead against mine as his breaths become more labored. With swift, hard thrusts he succumbs to euphoria. His lips search mine as he collapsed on top of me.

I feel him shudder, a sob trembling on his lips. His eyes a watery sepia as tears trail down his cheeks, a pained smile gracing his lips.

"I love you, Tsuna."

Author's Note: Sorry for the wait~ (haha) Tell me what you think?