AN: I'm sorry I didn't post this earlier, I know I promised it earlier, but oh well. deal with it:3

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Hibari POV
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It's so cute. It's just so cute how Gokudera acts. The way he looks when he sleeps. The face he makes when he cums.

He's so worthless, though. He's nothing but another thing that's taking up space. It's funny how he hugged me right after I got done raping his warm, wet, perfect mouth.

He doesn't understand at all why I do this to him.

He doesn't know. He never will.

I think it's so funny how no one loves him anymore at all. No one cares about him. I bet no one even noticed he was gone all day yesterday. They wouldn't care anyway. Even if he was going to tell anyone about him constantly being raped and abused by me, they wouldn't even listen.

Well, maybe Yamamoto. But that would be it.

I hate Yamamoto. I hate him with a burning passion. He is the only thing that stands in my way of having Gokudera all to myself. I got all the others out of the way a long time ago. Except for Haru. She just recently left him in the dust.

First, it was Tsuna. I made him fall in love with me about a year ago. Boom, Gokudera's completely out of that picture.

Second, Dino and his familia. Simple, cut Dino's whip to shreds, and blame Gokudera.

Third, Ryoehi and the whole entire Varia. They were easiest, just tell them that he's gay.

Fourth, Bianchi and the stupid rainbow babies. Steal all the pacifiers, make it look like Gokudera's fault.

Fifth, Mukuro and his people, say that Gokudera said that the "pineapple" hair make them look like they were retards.

Then, everyone just told everyone else about everything, and everyone hates him. It was so simple, it was almost scary.

I feel his bare ass move against my crotch, and he turns around to face me.

I kiss him.

"Good morning, Master" he says, nuzzling his face into my chest, "You're so warm,"

I pull him up to suck on his neck and give him a hickey. I slip my hand up his thin shirt and play with his sensitive nipple, and he gets the idea to start rubbing me through my boxers and let out beautiful, small moans as his nipple gets pinched and rubbed.

I hear Tsuna walking closer and closer to my room, so I push Gokudera off the bed, obviously on the side without the door. He lands hard on the wood floor. "Stay, Gokudera."

"Yes Master."

"And don't talk."

He knods.

No sooner then I turn my head back around to the door, he twists the doorknob and he opens in.

"You're awake?" he asks, "How come you didn't come down yet?"

"I don't know, I'm just lazy." That's probably the weakest excuse I've ever given to someone, but, yay, it worked.

He walks over to my bed, sitting on my waist, then scoots back. "Hard already? What, you get hard as soon as you see me or something?" he smiles.

"Yeah, something like that." I grin.

He leans down and kisses me, and I rub my fingers in his hair to keep his attention on me.

I wave down to Gokudera, silently telling him to sneak out. And he does so without making a sound.

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Yamamoto POV

I come inside after a few hours of playing baseball. It let's me relieve my stress.

I walk up to my room. I'm still trying to figure out where Gokudera is... "I hope he's ok-"

I get cut off when I see Gokudera crying, sitting on my bed when I open the door.

"Gokudera?" I hug him, "Are you okay?"

He wipes away his tears, "Yeah, I-I'm fine... I just needed to tell you something... Something I'm ashamed of."

My eyes widen. Oh god... I hope it's not about Hibari.

"No... I can't tell you."

"Why not?" I ask, trying to keep him calm, "As long as you tell me the truth, everything will be fine. I won't love you any less than I do now."

He looks at me with those big, beautiful eyes, "Promise..?"

"Promise." I gently smile

"Hibari..." he starts to cry again, "Hibari has been... raping me for a long time now. He hits me and slaps me and cuts me and bites me and burns me..." He lifts up his shirt and pulls down his pants to show me all his cuts and bruises on his stomach, then shows me his gashed and burned legs and arms.

My jaw drops. This explains everything. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, Yamamoto... I wish I was."

"How long has this been going on for!"

"About a year and a half... Maybe longer..."

"Why didn't you tell my sooner?"

"Be-because I was s-scared! He scares me, Yamamoto! He tells me I-I'm nothing and w-worthless and hurts me! He'll ki-kill me if he finds out I t-told you! A-and, I was scared of what you were going to do! I-I-I don't want you to hate me like everyone else... I love you..."

I stand up, "I'm gonna kill him."

But he pulls me back down, "But... I'm confused t-too... I-it's like I've been acquiring f-feelings for him... I-I think I lo-love him too.."

My hand slaps him across the face as hard as I can.

I'm completely shocked.

"Ya-Yamamoto... Why..?"

I just stay still.

He runs away, tears pouring from his eyes.

I can't believe the words I heard. Could he have Stockholm Syndrome**?

AN:

Stockholm Syndrome: an illness of the brain where the person ends up sympathizing and often feeling affections for the person who committed a terrible crime against them, such as repetitive rape, constant abuse and abduction

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