Title: Slumber to the Depths of Release
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: YamamotoxTsuna, MukuroxGokudera
Genre: Angst
Status: Three-shot
Warning: Language, Voyeurism, Shameless smut, 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 3: Tears
Gazing at the window, my scowl never leaves my face. The Tenth was still unconscious when I went to visit him at the infirmary. I released an irritated grunt, willing time to pass by faster, but with no such luck. Scanning my eyes through the classroom, I glared daggers on the baseball idiot's head. The bastard had pointedly been evading me, staying clear from my way. He turns his head to me and smirks, eyes glowing unnaturally.
I haunched over in my seat, head clutched into my hands as a light haze filled my mind. Groaning, I picked myself up and looked around. The class lecture kept continuing, as if nothing happened. I snapped my gaze at the baseball freak and he smirked, dispersing into a trail of lotus flowers. Cursing under my breath, I bolted, following the vines. 'I should've fucking known!'
No matter how much I despised the baseball freak, Yamamoto is undeniably the best athlete in the Famiglia, he couldn't have made an amateur mistake like that! It was that bastard's fault! I knew we shouldn't have trusted him to be a guardian! Anxiety and fear for the Tenth struck me, but I continued to follow the trailing plants.
With heavy gulps of air, I reached the top floor, the lotus flowers dispersing into nothing. I move towards the steps, reaching for the door to the roof top.
"Oya, oya." He chuckled and suddenly, I'm thrown against the wall. "It took you a while to get here, puppy."
"Bastard!" I flailed, subconsciously patting down my body for any bombs. He chuckles again, louder this time as he walks closer to me. I cursed, about to make a mad dash down the hall when I found myself unable to move. My legs felt heavy, a great weight chained to my ankle. Straightening my back, I settled for glowering him, my mind flashing with solutions on how to make my escape.
"Poor little lap dog," He pouts in a sing song voice, different colored eyes dancing, the same heavy weight now chained to my wrists. "What are you without your little dynamites?"
I hear the Tenth screaming, his voice pleading for someone to stop.
"Tenth!" I try to move my body, but I remain frozen, unable to take a step to help my boss. "What the fuck did you do to the Tenth? Where the fuck is Yamamoto?"
"Yamamoto?" He raised a brow, eyes twinkling at the mention of the baseball freak's name. He laughs, his body shaking in amusement as if he were telling a funny story. "The poor boy came to me, begging for help. He says the Vongola he loves so much doesn't even look at him, doesn't pay him any mind. So he begs me, use his body any way I want just as long as I can give him the Vongola."
"You bastard!" I snarled, fists clenched at my side. No matter how stupid that idiot is, he should've known better than to seek Mukuro out. That bastard made it his lifetime goal to destroy the Mafia and now he's on their side! I growled, green eyes glaring daggers at the older teen as he keeps laughing.
"Of course I took pity on the poor boy, but I have no use for him. You see, a subordinate who changes his alliances just for a meager illusion to satisfy his lust is pathetic, unsatisfactory." Mukuro reasoned, unaffected by my anger. "But I've been bored lately, so I've thought about it." He puts a pensive hand under his chin, lips pursing as if he's recalling the thoughts. "Wouldn't it be fun to break your precious Tenth by having his subordinate force himself on him?"
On queue, the Tenth's voice wailed.
"You're fucked up!" Tears well up in my eyes, fear and anguish for the Tenth racking through my body.
"Such a loyal puppy." He chuckles, he gives me a thoughtful look. "Do you want to see your master?"
Without waiting for an answer, he transports us from the dark hallway to the rooftop. Before my eyes, the baseball bastard was on top the Tenth, mouth sucking zealously on our don's erect penis as his hands penetrate him. I called for them, but nothing happens, my own voice bouncing back to me. I scanned my eyes around, it looked as if we were incased in a forcefield, separating us from the world.
"I should've known." I scoffed, expecting nothing less from the Vongola Mist Guardian.
"You flatter me," He laughs, hands swaying in dismissal. "I'm not that ruthless."
"Stop controlling him." My voice leveled, bitter in my mouth. "Make him stop."
"Oya, oya." He raised a brow, smirking as his red eye glowed in mirth. "You know I hate doing things for free. What will you do for me, puppy?"
"I...I…" I stuttered, not knowing what I can do to appease him, what I can offer as sacrifice. The Tenth shrieked, wailing wetly as he begged Yamamoto to stop. I swallowed thickly, my determination unwavering. 'For the Tenth,' I told myself, "I would do anything for the Tenth."
He laughs harder, cackling gleefully.
"Oya, oya, a devoted puppy indeed." He moves closer to me again, the heels of his shoes clicking in an intimidating saunter. I don't back down, willing myself to stand my ground and not let him unnerve me. He smirks, seeing my defiant stature seems to only amuse him. "Pledge your body to me."
The tears come back and I curse at myself when a sob escaped my lips. White hot anger burned in my eyes, frustration over my own powerlessness enveloped me in disgrace. I bow my head in shame, unwilling to let him see me cry.
"Oh, don't be sad." His voice is dripping with sarcasm. I feel his hand clutch at my chin, bringing my face up to his. He looks at my eyes, face cracking in a mad grin. I sniffed and glowered back, refusing to let him see the Vongola's Right-hand Man so weak. He pursed his lips in consideration. "Don't do the crying thing~! But since you're such a cute little puppy, I'll be nice. As long as you pledge your body to me, I promise I won't do anything to your precious Tenth. Do we have a deal?"
The Tenth is screaming again, his sobs echoing in the forcefield.
'Tenth.' I shake my head, trying to get his hand to yield their hold on me, but they won't budge. "I thought you have no respect for subordinates who switches sides so easily."
"If I remember correctly, I only asked for your body." He states simply, the grin in his face becoming dangerous and malicious. "I have no use for a flailing subordinate who causes more trouble than their worth. I am an impatient man, I might ask more from you."
I tighten my resolve, eyes piercing his, unblinking. "I accept."
"Good." His face split in a cheshire grin. He turns my body around, his own form pressed flushed against mine. He croons his neck to the juncture between my nape and shoulder, purring on my ear. The Tenth is writhing below Yamamoto, arms covering his face. He sobs again in pained pleasure. I cringe, closing my eyes, willing myself to un-see.
"That's no fun." I feel him pout, he snaps his fingers and my eyes snap open without my consent. "Watch, maybe you'll learn something from your Tenth."
I shiver in disgust, shaking my body to get away from him with no avail. The Tenth is still screaming in watery sobs, mouth gape, a crimson flush in his cheeks. He orgasms, spilling his seed all over himself. Vile rose to my throat as a blush grazed my own face, my member twitching. The illusionist behind me laughs, thrusting his pelvis to me. I trembled, feeling his cloth erection poking against my butt.
Yamamoto is unzipping his pants, pulling out his erection as he smiles wryly at the Tenth. I try to shove my body away, forcing myself to turn to the blue haired teenager.
"Stop controlling him now!" He pays me no mind, trailing his hand across my chest. Grabby fingers pull on the hem of my sweater, slowly coaxing it up and off my body. I stay frozen, I'm powerless to stop him, a deal is a deal.
"I don't take orders from little puppies." Deft fingers are unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my torso. He pushes the rumpled material off my shoulders and let it fall haplessly on the ground. Those same pale hands caress my chest, fingering my nipples to hardness. He only laughs at my discomfort. "Use this body to pleasure me."
"Go to hell!" I cursed out without thought, my mind swirling in nausea. He only laughs harder, as if he finds my revulsion endearing.
"Oh silly puppy, I already have remember?" Getting bored with his slow pace, he clutch at my belt, ripping the strap of material off as he proceeds to do the same with my pants. A wet sob escapes my lips, tears running down my face. What a spectacle we are, the Vongola don and his right hand man.
Without warning, he plunges a slick finger in my opening, thrusting the digit mercilessly. I shrieked, my voice bouncing back to me in waves. My ears are ringing from the echoes, my eyes unfocused from the pain. All I can make out is the Tenth mewling as Yamamoto ruts him.
"How would you like to be taken, puppy?" His voice pure mirth as his fingers keep pushing into me, scissoring and lubricating. He shifts his digits ever so slightly, as if searching for something. He curves his fingers inwards and I howled. Pleasure like I've never felt before seizing my body in gulps. I feel a satisfactory smirk pull on his lips, fingers mercilessly attacking my prostate. He licks a column on my nape, and I feel his teeth against my skin, applying pressure. "Shall I bend you over and fuck you like the bitch you are?"
I groan, mind hazy from revulsion and pleasure. Before I knew it, his body moves back, taking mine with him. He sits on top downy covers he materialized, and I land on his lap. My back against his chest, my butt sitting on his clothed prick.
"That would be too easy." He chuckles, his hands clutch at my hips, turning me around. He props himself on the stack of pillows, leaning his back against the fluffy cushions. He thrusts his hips upward, making me bounce on his lap. "Ride me."
I glare at him, eyes promising murder.
"Oya, oya, don't give me that look." He reprimands, pouting in mockery.
With a downcast look, I unzip his pants, pulling out his engorged cock. I hold my breath, forcing myself to stay calm, feeling that familiar rush of half-digested spew soar through my esophagus. I hovered over him, placing his erection at my entrance. Tears fall rapidly down my cheeks, the burning liquid dripping to my jaws. He smirks, eyes trailing all over my body as if I was presented like an offering.
"Do you promise to make him stop and not do anything to the Tenth?" I harden my glare at him, trying with all my will to instigate intimidation.
"Already done." He thrusts his hips upwards, plunging his cock into me.
~::pOq::~
I feel myself shudder, a sob trembling from my lips. Tears trail down my cheeks as a pained smile graced my lips.
"I love you, Tsuna."
He tensed, body shivering beneath me, but his eyes remain blank, a dull caramel as if he wishes to not see me. I bow my head in shame, unable to look at the eyes of my love. I retold him my plead with Mukuro, of how I offered myself just to get lost in an illusion. I retold him how I pleaded for him to stop the nightmare, to stop torturing him. I retold him how weak I was, unable to get control of my own body.
His eyes seem to lighten in understanding at the mention of our Mist Guardian. He sits up, body jerking in pain as he brought his hands on my cheeks. He forced a grim smile, caramel eyes searching mine.
"It's not your fault, Yamamoto." He whispers, hands trembling. His eyes are wide with fear as he takes a calming breath. He's forcing himself to touch me, forcing himself to believe that I'm the real Yamamoto. I bow my head in shame again, more tears falling on my cheeks. "You were controlled by Mukuro."
I shake my head, voice cracking in my throat.
"I… I…" He stutters, unable to get the words out of his mouth as if he doesn't believe them himself. But he strengthens his resolve, his position as my superior and friend overriding his own judgement. "There's nothing to forgive."
Vomit rose to my throat, my body unable to stomach my own vileness.
"No!" I cried, backing away from him. "He gave me control!"
"Yamamoto…" He furrows his brows, he tries to move closer to me, to reassure me, but he hesitates. Instead, he clutches at his tattered clothes, covering his state of undress.
"Mukuro, he… he…" I stutter, closing my eyes. "After you collapsed against the wall, I regained control of my body."
"So, you… you really…" His eyes widen in understanding, betrayal and disgust swirling in those caramel orbs. "You did this to me."
"I'm sorry." I muttered weakly, unwilling to make excuses, unwilling to run away from the punishment I deserve. "I love you, Tsuna."
"I'll never forgive." He grasps onto his clothes, nails ripping into the material. I nod my head in understanding. "I won't let you escape."
His eyes bore into mine.
"I will make you unhappy."
~::pOq::~
I shriek, throwing my head back as I trembled in pain. He doesn't stop, his hands clutched at my hips in a bruising grip as he slams my body against his.
"Bastard!" I managed to growl between teeth upon hearing Yamamoto's confession. "You fucking lied to me!"
"You asked for me to stop controlling Yamamoto." He laughs without missing a beat.
"You could've let me save the Tenth!"
"And what fun would that be?" He cocks his head to the side in thought. "Furthermore, I promised him I'll give him the chance to have the Vongola."
My body is burning from the inside out, his engorged prick ripping me in half. I smell, more than feel blood seeping from my entrance, lubricating his member. I bite my lips, desperate to distract myself from the sharp, throbbing ache.
"You'll only hurt yourself more." He warns, hips unrelenting in their torture as I bounce on his lap. "Bark, puppy."
I howled, his member striking my abused prostate. My hands fly to my mouth, biting at my fingers to keep the noises in. I'm writhing on top of him, my own body meeting his every thrusts. My chest heaves, gasping for air as my heart beats loudly in my ears. I bow my head down, arms crossing over my thorax, afraid he'll hear the thumping.
"A disobedient puppy is most enjoyable to train." He coos, his one hand ripping my arms away from my body, holding it to his chest as he brought me down to him. I'm screeching again, body overwhelmed by the change of angle. My cock is sandwiched between our stomachs, the sweaty planes of flesh creating the stimulation I need. I hold my breath, body twitching as something coils hotly and rapidly in the pit of my belly. "If you won't bark, show me what this pretty little mouth can do."
He stops his movements, his hands moving from my hips to my butt. He cups my his hands on my globes of flesh firmly, massaging and squeezing. His different colored eyes glowed menacingly, dancing in mirth. He wants me to kiss him, an intimate gesture only for lovers. Rapidly, I'm losing control of my body, the burning coils in my stomach tightening, becoming an unbearable ache. Shamelessly, I'm rutting against him, sliding my dick on his abs, desperate for release.
"I'm losing patience~" His voice is light, but the threat almost suffocating, emphasized by a harsh slap on my ass. The smack stings, leaving a red, angry mark on my skin and I whimper in pained pleasure, my cock twitching. I sobbed, reaching for him. I'm disgusted with myself and I feel maggots, crawlers squirming under my skin as our lips met in a kiss. He chuckles, body shaking in amusement. "That's a good boy."
He takes control of the kiss, shoving his tongue in my mouth. The slick muscle entangling with my own. He bites down on my lip before sucking it harshly, a cruel replica of our fucking.
Before long, I'm coming undone. My body trembles as I released my seed all over our stomachs. Goosebumps dispersed all over my naked skin, twitching at the slightest touch. I convulsed around him, clenching my insides mercilessly, milking him dry. He grunts, snapping his jaws on my shoulder as I feel him empty himself.
I melt against him, boneless from the post-orgasmic bliss. My eyes are half lidded, getting heavier with each blink. He purrs, tucking my head under his chin as he traced patterns all over my body. I shiver from the gentle touch, hissing under my breath.
"Such a cute little puppy." He laughs, burying one hand in my hair. With a hard tug, he forces me to look up at him, lucid eyes swirling lethally. I whimper at the sight, terror and trepidation racking through my body. "I'll have fun taming you."
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long~ (haha) Well this is my first chaptered fic… how was it? (haha) It didn't really go with how I originally planned it, story kinda wrote itself out… I was actually planning for a fluffy ending…? But I'm no good with happy endings, so yeah… Tell me what you think~? Oh~ don't be shy to read my other stories too~ (haha)