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Yamamoto POV
I love Gokudera... I really really do. I didn't mean to really hit him. I just couldn't believe that he would do something like love Hibari...
Even if it's not his fault, even if it's just because of Stockholm Syndrome, he still shouldn't love someone who turned his life upside down...
I'm going to go to Hibari's room right now... And he's going to pay. I'm going to make sure he never goes anywhere near Gokudera ever again.
It's 3 pm, and everyone's out training. Everyone besides me and Hibari, that is. Gokudera's still sleeping, though. I bet he looks so cute right now, hair messy, eyes closed, mouth slightly open as he hugs a pillow. Adorable. Absolutely adorable.
But, back on track.
I slam open Hibari's door, to find him listening to music on his bed.
"What do you want, pig?" he asks, as if he's better then me.
"Why did you do that to Gokudera?"
"Do what."
"Rape and abuse him! The poor thing balled his eyes out to me this morning about everything!"
"He's such a poor thing. And that's all he'll ever be. A walking personification of worthlessness. But tell me, Yamamoto, have you ever even gotten inside of him? Has he sucked you? Have you even seen him fully naked? I know the answer to that. No, you haven't. And you never will, because his delicious, silky, perfect body is mine. All mine, and you know it's true."
My fists clench, and I punch him in the face. You could hear his jaw crack. He punches me in the chest, then I kick him in the side of the head. Before either of us even know it, it's a full out fight. Kicking, punching, clawing.
I grab him by his hair, and rap my hands around his neck, and start to strangle him, thumbs pressing into the middle of his throat to stop all the air that's trying to make it to his lungs.
He makes these funny little noises that amuse me a lot. When he starts to stop struggling, I let go, giving him mercy. He breathes hard, catching his breath. I smile and start walking away.
"You'll regret this, Yamamoto..."
"Sure I will," I say, slamming the door.
•(\/A Few Weeks Later\\\\\/)•
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Hibari POV
I've been leaving Gokudera relatively by himself for a while. In the past few weeks, I've only fucked him at most four times.
Gokudera and Yamomoto have been having sex a lot lately. You can hear Gokudera scream and moan from my room, and you can tell when Yamamoto's fucking him hard. The bed hits the wall so hard that it knocks down some of my stuff off the walls sometimes
I have to say, sometimes when I'm alone in my room while they're doing it, I jerk off. Gokudera's voice is just so erotic I can't stand it.
Once, he accidentally moaned my name instead of Yamamoto's. Yamamoto ignored him for 3 days because of it. Those 3 days were the the greatest ever.
Gokudera stayed with with me all day, everyday. Everywhere I went, he followed like a lost puppy. Whenever I'd look angry or sad, he'd sit in my lap or hug me, then nuzzle his face into me chest, asking if I was okay and if there was anything he'd be able to do to make me happy.
Gokudera is the cutest little thing, I swear. He's now 15, and I'm a year older then him. Only a year younger but he looks like a little kid because he's so adorable.
I have the greatest plan to make him all mine.
And there's no way it's not gonna work .
I look a the clock, 2 a.m.
I sneak into Yamamoto's room, and tie him to a chair, then gag him. The heavy sleeper finally wakes up. I press a knife to his neck "If you make one noise, I'll slit your throat."
He nods.
I blindfold Gokudera and handcuff him to the head board before I pull his boxers down. He wakes up, giggling. "I didn't know you like bondage, Yamamoto"
I laugh a little, sounding just like Yamamoto. So far so good.
I kiss his stomach, and slowly make my way up to his ear, where I start to blow in it.
"Mmm, Yamamoto..." I lick his earlobe and my fingers make their way down to his length, tweaking his nipples on their way down.
I look over to Yamamoto, who's nearly crying, and I grin as I enter him without preparing him first.
"Y-Yamamoto.. It hurts.."
I just keep going deeper and harder with each thrust, and I can feel him start to bleed, as he starts to cry.
"Pl-please stop!"
I laugh again, going harder and harder into his tight little ass. I feel him start to go soft from the pain. I kiss his neck where his blood vessel is, then bite it hard, drawing a large amount of blood.
I smirk as Yamamoto silently cries, knowing he can do nothing to help his boyfriend.
I stop thrusting into his weak body for a moment, and bite his hip, making him bleed more. I quickly shove 4 fingers in his ass, and he lets out a shrill scream, but as fast as they came, all his sounds stop.
He passed out.
What a pussy.
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Gokudera POV
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When I wake up, I'm in my own room. After Yamamoto raped me, I guess he took me back to my room.
How nice.
I don't know why he'd do that to me... If he'd just ask, he'd be able to fuck me as hard as he wants.
But, no. He raped me... It's like Hibari's and Yamamoto's personalities switched.
Hibari's so nice and sweet and caring now,
And Yamamoto is the one hurting me.
I'm so confused... I want... I want to die.
Nothing makes sense anymore, and no one even remembers that I exist besides Hibari and Yamamoto it seems..
Ontop of that, I've been throwing up a lot. I was pretty much a twig made of all skin and bone before, but now in the past two months, I've lost about 20 pounds from puking so much.
I'm scared... And I wish things would go back to the way they were when I was still back in Italy...
I wish I never would have even met Yamamoto or Hibari... Everyone else I don't care about either because they don't even realize that I'm alive... I used to be Juudiame's right hand man... I used to be obsessed with making him happy and keeping him protected.
I used to be a strong guy in the mafia, but look at me now, I'm nothing. I'm worthless. I bet Reborn doesn't even remember me...
And thats sad because him and I used to be lovers. He got bored with my sister once, and came to me to relieve his stress. Even though I'm so young, I know a good dick when I see one, and Reborn was amazing. He hit all the right spots and touched me in all the right places. He was kinky, though. He had so many fetishes. Like having me crossdress, and licking and blowing in my ear, and making me beg.
"Gokudera," I hear Hibari say from the hallway. "Open your door."
I get up, "Please hold on, Master, I'm coming.." I open the door for him and kiss his cheek.
He shuts the door and tells me "Sit on the bed."
I nod my head, silently telling him to go on.
"Why did you tell Yamamoto?"
"I-I'm so-"
"That doesn't answer my fucking question! Why did you tell Yamamoto?"
"I do-don't know, Master..."
"If you didn't know, you wouldn't have told him," he grabs my chin and holds it up to his face with a strong, bruising grip, making me stare into his eyes in fear, "Now tell me why you told him."
"I-I was scared... I di-didn't wanna hold it in a-anymore. It hurts here," I touch my chest where my heart is, "And makes this sick," I put my hand on my head.
I see his eye twitch. 'Oh no,' I think, 'Master's gonna hurt me again...'
He grabs my cigarettes and a lighter then lights one of them.
Master started smoking a while ago... I few months, I think.
I look away from him for a second, thinking about nothing.. I hug him, and he pushes me away. A minute or two passes, and all if a sudden, I feel terrible pain coming from my neck.
I try to keep quiet, knowing that Master hates when I make sounds when he hurts me, but a cute, high-pitched whimper slips my lips, making Master even more angry.
He grabs my wrist and lights the lighter on the underside of my arm, burning me.
I whimper again and start to cry harder and harder with each second he keeps the fire on me.
After what seems like forever, he takes the flame off of my skin. The pain only gets worse when the fire is gone. I scream, and start to cry even more.
"Shut the hell up. You're giving me a headache."
I whimper, but hug him again. My arm stings as it touches his warm body, but I can't complain. He'll get angry, and he might hurt me again.
"I love you, Master."
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