Disclaimers: Don't own KHR or its characters.
Warnings: fluff, swearing, a LOT of fan-service of the minor couples, and yes, FINALLY there is some limey action – there is a reason this fic is M rated, y' know? ;)
Anddd a major thank you to my darling beta-reader, AmbiguousThoughts. Me lubs you~ ;D
Okinawa, 2.06am
"Mmph-! Stop! Byaku-nnh!"
Mukuro was pushed up against the door of Byakuran's suite as his lips were violently ravaged time and time again, tongue and teeth clashing mercilessly, the salty coppery taste of blood present in both male's mouths. Mukuro's wrists were held above his head, locked by one of Byakuran's hand whilst the albino's other hand clasped Mukuro's face, forcing his lips to open and accept his kiss.
The younger tried to bite Byakuran's tongue, but Byakuran saw through his trick, and as a punishment for the attempt, he bit down on Mukuro's lips instead, causing the dark-haired rebel to writhe in mixed pain and unwanted pleasure. Mukuro couldn't help but return Byakuran's kiss, using it as a last effort to fight against the older. However, it was fairly clear who dominated the other.
"Agh-! Let go-! Nnh-haah…!" Mukuro let out a gasp when Byakuran pressed his knee in between his legs, adding needed attention to the forming hardness in his pants.
Mukuro bit his lips. He hated how Byakuran managed to turn him on even in the situation where Mukuro would rather punch the other's teeth out.
But it seemed as though Mukuro wasn't the only angry one this time.
"Are you so desperate that you needed to throw yourself all over everybody? Hm, Mukuro-kun?" Byakuran was smiling, but the force of his hands that gripped Mukuro warned the rebel well that Byakuran was incredibly annoyed. The albino spoke through gritted teeth, "Or am I not giving you enough?"
Mukuro, lingering in the state between drunk and sober, slurred, "Let go…"
"Oh? You seem to want it pretty badly though," Byakuran pressed his leg into Mukuro's erection once again, causing Mukuro to shudder.
"Mmm- ahh- don't…," Mukuro moaned whilst trying to tug his arms away from Byakuran's hold. Byakuran moved in to kiss him once again, but Mukuro sealed his lips tight, unwilling to open them.
Byakuran smirked, though his lavender eyes glinted with anger, "Oh, I get it, Mukuro-kun. You can let every other random asshole kiss you, but not me, hm?"
The grip from Byakuran tightened so much that Mukuro could feel the blood circulation in his hands being cut off. Bruises in the shape of finger marks would definitely appear by tomorrow.
Mukuro's head was still heavy with alcohol, and he mumbled, mismatched eyes looking at the older, "Hurts… let go…"
Byakuran hesitated only for a split second before he returned to smirking once again, "No."
After that, Byakuran's lips were on Mukuro's once more, biting it and forcing it open to accept his tongue which explored the other's mouth so deeply that Mukuro thought Byakuran was slipping his tongue down his throat. The jealousy in Byakuran was expressed thoroughly in that harsh kiss – it was a kiss to show Mukuro his possession, power and dominance; a kiss to show that Mukuro belonged to him and him alone. Mukuro both hated it and was turned on by it all at once.
Mukuro broke the kiss to gasp for air, but Byakuran didn't allow much time before he sealed the younger's lips again, this time deepening the kiss to the point that caused Mukuro to tremble and moan into his mouth. Byakuran smirked at the response before he released his hand from Mukuro's face to start unbuttoning Mukuro's shirt.
"Ah- don't…," Mukuro panted, still weakly trying to free his arms, as Byakuran moved lower to suck on his collar bone, occasionally biting down and drawing a small droplet of blood. "Mmm-!" Mukuro bit his lips and whimpered and the pain-filled pleasure.
Byakuran's lips curved into a satisfied grin when he saw the dark bruise he left."To remind you who you belong to."
Mukuro shook his head, "No- Byakuran, stop…"
Byakuran's fingertips raked down the skin of Mukuro's back, leaving red scratch marks on the pale complexion and causing Mukuro to writhe in his hold. "You're mine, you hear me, Mukuro-kun?" Byakuran murmured, moving upwards to bite down on Mukuro's earlobe, hissing, "…you're mine."
No.
Byakuran continued, licking Mukuro's ear as he spoke, "I'm warning you, Mukuro-kun, if something like that game happens again-"
No-!
Asserting the most power he could gain in his drunken state, Mukuro managed to pull his wrists out of Byakuran's lock before he powerlessly dropped down to the floor, sitting in a crouched position with his head held in between his knees and hands. His voice muffled and slurred, Mukuro shouted, "Stop it! Just- stop!"
Byakuran froze for a moment, taken aback by this particular response of Mukuro. The albino had never seen the other shown his vulnerability like this before – was it the alcohol doing the trick? Or was it an accumulation of feelings that had finally reached its limits?
"I'm not your fucking toy, Byakuran. You motherfucking asshole…," Mukuro muttered, fisting his own hair.
Byakuran just stood there, intrigued by this new Rokudo Mukuro that he was being introduced to.
Mukuro never wanted to show Byakuran this side of him, but once he got started, he couldn't stop, "You're such a fucking hypocrite, you know that? You go off with that Shou-chan of yours and do whatever the hell you want, not ever giving a shit about me – and then you come back all possessive and crap and you tell me that I'm your fucking possession?" Mukuro looked up and glared at Byakuran, his eyes dry and fierce, with his lips smirking in almost exactly the same way Byakuran's did, "I'm not your fucking plaything, Byakuran. You don't own me."
Byakuran thought he knew how beautiful Mukuro was before, but in that moment, he had discovered yet another level to his lover. The Mukuro in front of him now – the one that fearlessly stared at him right in the eyes as he spoke of all those vulnerable subjects with a smirk on his face and a look that threatened to kill him – Byakuran never thought he could have fallen for anyone this deeply.
Mukuro was so beautifully strong in this state – exposing his weaknesses, but without breaking down and crying. Instead, his lips smirked gracefully with his eyes looking right ahead as though he wanted every word of his to cut into Byakuran like knives. If Mukuro was going to show any pain, he was going to do it in a way that forced Byakuran to feel every hurt as well.
This was the Mukuro that Byakuran desired – his beautiful lotus flower, forever exotic and conflicting.
Byakuran's lips curved into a, for once, genuine smile as he lightly chuckled.
Mukuro's glare intensified, "What?"
"Oh, Mukuro-kun…," Byakuran slowly kneeled down on the floor as well, shaking his head and smiling, "…I give up."
"…what?" Mukuro repeated, unsure what trick Byakuran was pulling this time.
Byakuran smiled at him, looking him right in the eyes, before he spoke in a soft whisper, "You know I love you, don't you, Mukuro-kun?"
Mukuro was caught speechless.
Byakuran saw the look on Mukuro's face and let out a light chuckle once again. "Oh, Mukuro-kun, don't look so surprised."
Mukuro was still frozen in shock before he slowly narrowed his eyes, "…what sort of sick joke are you playing this time?"
Byakuran actually laughed at this response before he gently pulled Mukuro into his arms and embraced the younger, murmuring, "No tricks. No jokes. I meant what I said."
Mukuro rolled in his lips, "…I don't believe you."
The albino sighed, before he pulled back to look at Mukuro's face, before he said, "Okay. That's fine. You don't have to believe me. But Mukuro-kun…," Byakuran reached over to slide his thumb gently over Mukuro's cheeks, "…you should know that I have my eyes for no one else but you. Not Shou-chan, not Uni-chan… only you."
"I can't trust you," Mukuro mumbled, though part of him already gave in, his head resting on Byakuran's shoulder and his arms moving to wrap around Byakuran's back.
Byakuran smiled, pressing a small kiss on the side of Mukuro's head, "…you don't have to."
Mukuro didn't reply, but when Byakuran moved to kiss his lips, he didn't refuse. Nor did he complain when Byakuran eventually laid him down on the king-sized bed and continued to kiss him – not even when his clothes were removed from his lithe body, one by one until nothing was left.
Because sometimes, you just can't stop yourself from wanting to trust someone even though you know how untrustworthy they are.
Okinawa, 2.26am
[I can't believe you called me at two in the morning just to gloat over how you've kissed some people in a random game. Are you really that lame, Senpai? Or are you just being yourself – in other words, naturally annoying?]
"Ushishi~, I'll ignore the fact that you've just insulted the prince, Frog."
[Oh, of course, of course. Because your highness is just so generous and kindhearted – oh, I am so lucky to be in such an amazing presence.]
"Ah~, so you've finally discovered the appropriate respect for the prince?"
[That was sarcasm, moron-Senpai.]
"Ushishishi~," Bel snickered happily into the phone. Somehow, just the sound of a certain frog's monotone voice could make his face split into a huge grin.
[Why did you bother calling me anyways, idiot-Senpai? I thought you hated my guts.] Fran's voice almost seemed robotic through the line with how expressionless it was.
"I do. That's exactly the point~," Bel smiled widely.
[Oh, oops, I forgot. You're a weirdo fake prince and nobody wants to be your friend. It's okay Senpai, I understand.] Fran spoke in mock-sympathy – the kouhai never ceased to annoy the prince even through the phone.
"Ushishi~, you should feel lucky that I can't stab you right now because you're too far away," Bel threatened, though his lips were still stretched across his face from ear to ear.
[Oh no. How scary. I can feel the murderous intent even from here. Everyone save me, the psycho-prince is trying to kill meeee.] Fran dragged out his voice at the end – his sarcasm only emphasized by his emotionless quality.
"You're incredibly un-cute, you know that frog?" Bel commented.
[…and you expect me to commit suicide or something just because some random-ass idiot-prince doesn't find me cute?] Fran wanted to know.
"Ushishi~, something like that~," Bel snickered.
[Your self-obsession and vanity depresses me, senpai.] The kouhai muttered.
"Aw~, that's too bad. Deal with it, Froggy," Bel grinned in a Cheshire-cat manner.
[Oh, how I pity the ones you've kissed.] Fran said.
"They're extremely fortunate to have that privilege," Bel smiled.
[Huh. I guess that it was unfortunate then that I wasn't there to receive the oh-so-amazing royal kiss?] Fran mentally rolled his eyes.
"Ushishi~, why, yes, you did miss an amazing opportunity," Bel snickered happily. But then, the thought of kissing Fran actually occurred to him, and the prince did wonder what it would be like. After kissing numerous people today, the prince had yet to find someone who really suited his preferences, and imagining kissing Fran, with his soft-looking, pink-tinted lips… maybe those cheeks would blush a little for once? Those emerald eyes glazed over in sweetness as he ran his fingers through that pale sea foam green hair…
[…Senpai? Hello~, moron-Senpai? Have you walked into a wall and knocked yourself out of something?] Fran's voice broke through and interrupted his thoughts.
"Che. Only you would do such a stupid thing, froggy," Bel stuck out his tongue even though he knew Fran would not see it.
[Oh. You're still alive. Joy.] Fran spoke in a dead monotone.
Bel ignored Fran's reply before he spoke the first thing on his mind, "Hey, Froggy, let's kiss."
There was a long, long pause.
[Senpai…] Fran slowly uttered […are you on drugs?]
"Ushishi~, of course not, you stupid frog," Bel snickered.
[…then I must have been mistaken. My apologies idiot-Senpai, listening to your nonsense for too long may have messed up my hearing system. Just now I thought you said-]
"Let's kiss, Froggy," Bel repeated.
Another long pause.
[Senpai… if this is a joke, then you've failed. Miserably. It's not funny in the least.] Fran spoke in the same monotone, but Bel could notice the change in the way Fran talked – it lacked that sort of smug confidence Fran always slid in beneath the dialogue.
"What's this? You're scared, Froggy?" Bel's smile widened.
[…of course not, idiot-Senpai.] Fran muttered.
"Then it's settled. As soon as I go back, we'll kiss," Bel concluded with a grin.
[No. Wait.] Fran immediately stopped him, but still managing to maintain his monotone.
"Hm~?" Bel hummed.
Fran took a moment before he spoke. […why? Has a ghost possessed you? I thought-]
"I still hate your guts, Froggy, don't get me wrong~," Bel smirked.
[Then why, moron-Senpai? Have you really gone insane or something?] Fran wanted to know.
"Ushishi~, no, Froggy. It's just that…," Bel paused a little for effect, before he continued, "…the prince wants to know what it would feel like. Your taste, the way your lips and tongue move, how you'll respond when I suck on them. Whether you'll moan when I run my fingers through your hair, down your spine and press you closer until-"
[S-senpai, okay. Okay. I get it. Stop.] Fran mumbled quickly.
Bel grinned and teased, "Hm~? What's wrong, Froggy?"
[Nothing.] Fran replied immediately, before he realized that was too fast of a reply. […nothing, idiot-Senpai.] Fran repeated in a quieter voice.
"Ushishi~, so, it's a deal, ne? The first day we meet after expedition, we kiss," Bel was already anticipating the moment like a little child who can't wait to get his hands on a new toy.
[…sure.] Fran replied, trying to maintain his monotone.
"With tongue, of course~," Bel emphasized.
[…sure.] Fran repeated, but for the first time, he actually revealed his uncertainty in his voice.
"Ushishi~, alright then. The prince will sleep now. Good night, Frog~," Bel spoke in a sing-song voice, his smile stretching right across his face.
[Night, moron-Senpai.] Fran mumbled before he disconnected the line.
"Ushishishishi~, the prince is kissing Froggy~, the prince is kissing Froggy~," Bel snickered happily as he immaturely rolled around on his bed, his phone clutched to his chest as he repeated the same phrase over and over in the melody of a nursery rhyme mixed with the tone young children use to tease one another.
With the King game, the expedition activities, and everything that had been going on…it turned out the simplest thing as calling Fran was the best part of the prince's day.
Okinawa, 2.27am
"Gokudera-kun~! Yamamoto~! Hey~, where did you guys go?"
Tsuna swayed a little as he walked – his face felt hot and his head felt heavy and he was sweating quite unnaturally. He could also smell his own breath and knew it stank of alcohol.
Tsuna made a face, "Ahhh, I knew it was a bad idea…such a bad, bad idea…"
The brown haired boy looked around, "Where is everybody~? Gokudera-kun~? Yamamoto~?"
No reply came, and Tsuna could see nothing in the dark. He didn't have his room key either – it was either with Yamamoto or Gokudera, he didn't know who had it anymore, he couldn't really recall. In fact, he couldn't really remember when he'd lost his friends either – he just turned around and they were already gone.
Tsuna tried to think of where the two could be, the concern for his friends growing.
An idea suddenly popped up in his head.
"Ahh, right! Gokudera-kun was on the beach the last time! The beach – yes, the beach. That's… then that's where he should be… okay…" Tsuna discussed the topic through with himself before he started heading his way towards the beach by following the sound of the crashing waves.
"Gokudera-kun~!" Tsuna called, feeling even dizzier as he walked. He didn't know when or how he managed to reach the sand of the beach, but he did. Looking out into the sea, it looked like an endless, scary length of dark, silvery water that seemed to hide millions of creepy little things that could crawl out and drag him down with them at any moment.
Tsuna, now slightly frightened, tried calling out once more. "Yamamoto~! Gokudera-kun~! Where… where are you guys? I don't want to be eaten by the sea monsters… This is scary…"
The young boy continued to walk along the beach, staying as far away from the water as possible. Tsuna didn't even know anymore where his hotel was or which way he had to walk to go back – and the sea looked to him as though it was creeping closer and closer, ready to engulf him into its darkness.
"Hello…? I think… I'm lost… anybody?" Tsuna squeaked as he swayed along the beach, "Scary… I'm scared… the seaweed ghosts are going to eat me… they're coming… help…! Help~!"
Tsuna shouted to the sky before he tripped over an empty bottle on the sand and landed on the ground in one thud. "O-ow-!" Tsuna whimpered before he hugged himself into a ball on the sand, giving up on walking altogether, "…help? …anybody?" Tsuna closed his eyes.
He didn't know how long he was lost within the darkness behind his eyelids. Perhaps he fell asleep? Tsuna didn't know. But the next moment he opened his eyes up, the first thing he saw was blinding light right in his face.
"Ahhhh-! Sea monster! Don't kill me-! My friends are fighting, so I need to solve their problems… and, and… I'm lost! I'm really lost! Please, I'm too young to die-! Just don't kill me!" Tsuna half-shrieked and half-pleaded, clutching his head between both hands – before all of a sudden, the light disappeared and moved elsewhere, and through the darkness, a light laughter could be heard.
"Hahaha… you're funny. Calm down, it's just a flashlight," the friendly yet quiet voice called out to him, a hand patting his shoulders.
Tsuna slowly, uncertainly, opened his eyes once again and peeked at the newcomer. The stranger had deep red hair, ruffled in a similar way as Tsuna's, with soft hooded eyes the same color as his hair, and a face with band aids on both cheeks and over his nose. He stood in a slumped kind of way, and in one hand, he held a medium sized flashlight which was the source of the light just now.
"Hey, you okay? How long have you been sitting here for? I thought you were some sort of ghost – it really scared me, but then I thought you might be injured so I had to come take a look…" the red-haired stranger explained quietly with a sheepish smile. "So… you're not hurt or anything?"
Tsuna smiled back and shook his head – something about this person's atmosphere immediately made Tsuna feel comfortable. "Um… but I'm kinda lost, though… and dizzy…"
"Oh, you are? That's awful. Okay then, where are you staying? I live around here, so I can probably find you the way… probably. Hopefully," He spoke in an unsure kind of way.
"Ah… the hotel…" Tsuna tried to search for the name of the hotel, "Um… the one with the weird-looking fish on the sign?" Tsuna smiled sheepishly.
"Oh! I know that one! It's um… close by. I can… um… walk you there, maybe? I'm not really good at giving directions…" the stranger's voice got even quieter by this point.
"That… would be nice, thanks," Tsuna mumbled, feeling his heavy head weighing him down again.
"Uh… you need help standing up?" The stranger suggested, a little nervously.
Tsuna nodded and allowed the stranger to pick him up – they stumbled a little together but managed to regain balance in time. Tsuna noticed that he was around the same height as the red-haired boy.
"Whoa. You've been… drinking?" the stranger asked as soon as he wrapped Tsuna's arm around his shoulders.
"Mm-hm. First time. Big mistake. Bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea…," Tsuna mumbled.
"Yeah… you don't look like the drinking type. Explains why you were sitting like a dead zombie on the beach, though – now that was seriously scary…" the stranger rolled in his lips. He then turned and smiled in an attempt to look friendly – but ended up looking half-uncomfortable, "Oh, by the way, I'm Enma. Enma Kozato."
Enma Kozato.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi… you can call me Tsuna, though," Tsuna nodded as he introduced himself whilst making sure he could remember Enma's name in his drunken state.
"Okay…," Enma mumbled as he struggled to walk Tsuna along with him. In attempt to start conversation and make sure Tsuna didn't fall asleep on him, Enma asked, "Um… so you're on a trip?"
"Uhhh… yeah. Sort of. Expedition…" Tsuna replied, trying to walk straight and not lean so much on the other boy – who seemed to be already slumping enough as it is without the extra weight. Tsuna looked at Enma's face, before he pointed out, "…you have a lot of injuries."
Enma rolled in his lips, "Uh… yeah. I'm kinda the… victim, at school. Guys like me get picked on easily…"
"Ah, really? Me too! They bully me a lot, they even call me no-good Tsuna, haha," Tsuna laughed dryly.
"Eh? They do? Well, they call me loser-Enma…," Enma admitted in a quiet voice.
"But you do have friends though, right? Ones who support you?" Tsuna asked in concern.
"Yeah…," Enma nodded, "They're really nice to me."
"Ahhh… that's good," Tsuna smiled, before he sighed, "Hahh, it's nice to be around someone who's kinda the same…"
Enma smiled a little, "You think so?"
"Mm!" Tsuna nodded, "I felt really comfortable around you since the very beginning."
"…that's nice to know," Enma mumbled a little shyly, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.
Tsuna saw the blush, and for some reason, it caused him to blush as well.
All of a sudden, the two boys were very well aware of the proximity between them and both started becoming self-conscious. Thus, awkward silence took over for the remaining duration of the walk.
"Ah… we're here…" Enma announced quietly, "…this is where you're staying, right?"
Tsuna recognized the hotel back entrance and nodded, "Ah, yes… thanks, Enma… I would still be lost somewhere on the beach if it wasn't for you."
"Ah… it's okay…" Enma's cheeks flushed once again, and he fiddled with his fingers a little before he brought up the courage to ask, "…you're staying until when?"
"Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow… why?" Tsuna watched the other.
"Um… I just want to… talk to you. You know, a little more…," Enma's eyes were glued to sand as though he was waiting for it to open up and swallow him whole.
Tsuna smiled when he noticed how Enma blushed right to his ears, before he said, "…me too."
Enma instantly looked up at that, "Ah- really? Uh- um…" The red-haired boy then looked back down again when he noticed how close their faces were.
Tsuna handed Enma his phone, "Here… just call your number from my phone. Then we can talk whenever, right?"
Enma nodded before he did what Tsuna suggested – Tsuna watched the other boy and felt his attraction to him increasingly grow. Enma was very similar to him, and it was nice to have someone who understood you for a change.
During this time, both boys did not notice the tall form approaching them from behind, until he started speaking.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi – can you explain what you are doing outside of your room at this hour?" Reborn-sensei, Tsuna's tutor, spoke in a strict voice but with a smirk that made everything all the more frightening.
"Ah- Reborn-! Uhh, sensei… I…" Tsuna fumbled for words as Enma stood there, not knowing what to do either.
"Hmm? What's this? I smell alcohol off you. Care to explain yourself, kid?" Reborn narrowed his eyes.
Tsuna did not know how to reply – he had never felt so intimidated in his life. This was probably the furthest he had gone to break the rules.
"How disappointing. I never expected this of you," Reborn crossed his arms. "You're coming to spend your time at my room tonight – now say goodbye to whoever that is."
"H-hai, sensei…" Tsuna nodded, before he turned to Enma, who quickly handed him back his phone. Tsuna then gave Enma a little wave and a sheepish smile before Reborn dragged him off and away.
"I hope you know you have a lot of explaining to do tonight, dame-Tsuna…"
Tsuna swore he saw Reborn's eyes glaring at him with the eyes of a hitman at that moment – and the boy knew he was in for a whole lot of trouble.
Okinawa, 2.29am
SLAM.
Gokudera violently slammed the door behind him before he strode over to his bed and plopped himself onto the mattress, picking up a pillow and punching it viciously.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it-!" Gokudera cursed as he attacked the pillow before he threw it against the wall and crossed his arms. The silvernette knew he was drunk, but he didn't care. He couldn't care less about anything else at the moment – the frustration of wanting and needing something so badly when he couldn't have it was eating at him, and Gokudera absolutely hated it. Especially because he knew how close he was – so damn close and yet still so impossibly out of his reach – his fingertips dangling, a mere centimeter away from the target. The frustration boiled within him and it had nowhere to go.
"Gokudera-!" the bedroom door swung open once more, and in entered the subject of his anger – Yamamoto Takeshi.
As soon as Gokudera saw the baseball player's face, he snapped. "What? What now, Yamamoto? What the fuck are you trying to do this time?"
Yamamoto was silent, quietly closing the door behind him and watching Gokudera from a distance. He, too, was also drunk with alcohol.
Gokudera stood up, his arms tightly folded across his chest, "Why did you follow me here, Yamamoto? Tell me. What did you expect to happen? You think that I'll fall right into your arms and you'll comfort me and everything will be okay? Maybe we'll all go back to being friends and sing each other bloody friendship songs? Well, guess what, it's not going to fucking happen, dumbass – you know why? Because you started this thing with me when you already have a motherfucking relationship with that prefect and I know you're never going to break up with him for me – and if you think you can have me on the sideline as a substitute then you have another fucking thing coming."
Gokudera spoke everything out loud and clear, no longer holding back, no longer caring what the consequences were. The alcohol loosened his tongue, and everything poured out of him like air wheezing out of an over-inflated balloon.
Yamamoto just stood there in the dark, letting Gokudera finish. Then, he rolled in his lips before he murmured, "…sorry."
"Sorry? Oh, that's all you can say? Sorry?" Gokudera spat. "Sorry for what? For kissing me? For dating Hibari? For making me feel so damn special for one freaking moment just to tear me down in the next? Or for making me so ridiculously happy for just one second in my fucked up life just to make the pain hurt that much more when it returns? Tell me! What is it? Sorry for what, Yamamoto?" Gokudera yelled at Yamamoto, his face and eyes burning.
Yamamoto did not know what to say. So he stood there and accepted whatever Gokudera threw at him.
Gokudera continued, "You know what? Forget it. Just forget it already. Who the fuck do you think you are to make me feel this way? Everything was fine before you messed it all up. I was fine with my crappy life, but you – you just had to waltz in with all your freaking smiles and make me feel like this. I could've stopped myself when I knew there wasn't any chance. But after you crossed the boundaries and showed me just how freaking real and so damn close everything was…" Gokudera paused to take a breath, before he continued in a pained voice, "…you made me want you that much more."
The words cut Yamamoto deep, making his heart throb. Looking at Gokudera now, that petite form standing in the middle of the room, clutching himself as he yelled at him, pouring out his emotions… Yamamoto wanted nothing else but to hold Gokudera in his arms.
Yamamoto knew he was selfish – so selfish.
"What the fuck are you trying to do to me...?" Gokudera continued in a weaker voice, "What do you want, Yamamoto? You wanted to get to know me, well hell, now you do. You know too much, even. You should never have come this close to me. Fuck, I never should have let you come even near this close…" Gokudera looked away, "You tore down my barriers, but you couldn't take the responsibility. So now I'm left in this stupid fucking wreck, alone in this fucking endless pain…"
Gokudera's form trembled slightly, and Yamamoto couldn't help but take a step closer to the silvernette. Even if it was the alcohol that allowed Gokudera to open up, these feelings were real. Gokudera meant what he was saying, finally exposing himself – and Yamamoto could feel it. He could feel Gokudera's hurt.
Yamamoto never felt so useless – he was the only one who could ease the pain, and yet, his position didn't allow him to do so.
"You know, it would've been much easier if I didn't know you felt the same way…," Gokudera spoke slowly now, calmer than before. "But now it's just like – like you're right here, but no matter how far I reach…," Gokudera reached out to Yamamoto, "…no matter how much I want you… you're just barely out of my fingertips, and it's frustrating and torturing as hell…"
Yamamoto looked at Gokudera's hands, reaching out to him, just one step away from actually touching him. It was unbearable – especially because Yamamoto knew he was in the same position. He was also reaching for the silvernette – only that in his case, it wasn't that Gokudera was too far away – but there was something else restraining him from reaching towards Gokudera.
The baseball player then slowly moved his eyes up until they eventually locked with Gokudera's emerald orbs. Gokudera wasn't crying, but the pain shone through all the same.
Pain that was caused by Yamamoto. Pain that only Yamamoto could heal.
Looking into those eyes, Yamamoto couldn't stand it any longer. Not anymore.
In a swift movement, he grabbed Gokudera's hands and pulled the petite body into his arms before he bent down and pressed his lips onto Gokudera's. Gokudera, also unable to stand the need for the other any longer, responded to the kiss, moving his arms to wrap around Yamamoto's back and up his shoulders, his fingertips and nails digging into Yamamoto's flesh.
Yamamoto pulled Gokudera closer up against him, coaxing Gokudera's lips into parting and sliding his tongue into the other's mouth. Gokudera gave no resistance as he melted into the kiss, meeting the slick muscle with his own and moving his lips in time with the other. It was as though the two were almost sharing the same breath, their hearts beating to the same rhythm.
Reluctantly, Yamamoto pulled back, brushing the silvernette's hair away from his face, his eyes looking right into the other's as he whispered, "Gokudera…"
Gokudera didn't wait for Yamamoto to finish his sentence. Instead, he reached up and sealed Yamamoto's lips once again, this time, biting gently on Yamamoto's bottom lip, indicating that he wanted more. Yamamoto responded through instinct and passionately kissed Gokudera back, tilting him and deepening the kiss in the particular way that he knew pleased Gokudera. As Yamamoto parted for breath and moved back in for another kiss, tracing his fingers through Gokudera's hair, the silvernette stumbled backwards, the back of his legs meeting the edge of his bed.
The two fell naturally onto the mattress then, Gokudera lying beneath Yamamoto, not once breaking the kiss. Yamamoto's heat transferred to Gokudera even more easily now with his weight on top of that slim body.
During yet another kiss, Gokudera moved his hands to start unbuttoning Yamamoto's shirt.
"Gokudera, wait…" Yamamoto murmured on the silvernette's lips, pecking on them as he held onto Gokudera's hands, intertwining their fingers, "We're both drunk, this isn't-"
Gokudera shook his head, his emerald eyes glazed over, interrupting Yamamoto with a gentle kiss before he breathily whispered, "I don't care…"
Both Yamamoto and Gokudera lost all reasoning after that – the two absorbed in each other and only each other; there was nothing else in the world to them at that point – both their desire and drunken state drowning them in lust and passion.
Yamamoto snaked his hands underneath Gokudera's t-shirt, his fingertips tantalizingly brushing over the other's pale skin, causing Gokudera to arch his back, pressing his body even closer to Yamamoto. The baseball player carefully moved his lips down Gokudera's jawline, nibbling slightly along the way, before settling on the sensitive area where the jaw met the neck. Sucking on that spot, Gokudera bit his lips and accelerated his pace in unbuttoning Yamamoto's shirt.
One of Yamamoto's hands roamed up to Gokudera's chest before it starting tweaking the silvernette's nipple. Gokudera gasped, automatically grabbing Yamamoto's arm, and Yamamoto pulled back slightly to look questioningly into those lustful eyes.
"Can I…?" Yamamoto whispered – his deep brown eyes almost hypnotizing.
Gokudera was breathing heavily as he closed his own eyes and nodded, reaching to hastily pull off his own shirt. Yamamoto helped Gokudera remove the material over his head before he dipped back down to suck on Gokudera's collar bone.
"Nnnh-," A soft mewl escaped Gokudera, and his jittery hands tugged on Yamamoto's unbuttoned shirt in attempt to remove the piece of clothing.
Yamamoto nodded, momentarily sitting up and taking off his shirt before he hurriedly lay back on top of Gokudera and kissed the silvernette full on the lips, no longer hesitating to meet the other's tongue with his own as he ran his hand down from Gokudera's face to Gokudera's torso. The kiss was fiery and passion-filled, almost done in a sense of desperation – as if both were scared that the other would disappear if only they were to take a second off each other.
The smell and taste of alcohol lingered in both male's breath as they parted their lips and allowed their tongues to dance together in mid-air within the short distance of their mouths. Yamamoto sucked on the tip of Gokudera's tongue before he went back to hungrily claiming Gokudera's swollen lips once more. Their heated bodies seemed to meld into each other, their contacting skin feeling a spark of electricity shooting through their veins whenever their bodies moved against one another – the high of pleasure present in the atmosphere.
"Mmph- !" Gokudera moaned into the kiss when he felt Yamamoto's hips grinding against his erection, causing blood and heat to pool down to his abdominal area.
Yamamoto seemed to have felt something similar, and as Gokudera draped his arms around Yamamoto's torso to grind that hardness against him once more, and the delicious friction sent chills running down both of their spines.
Yamamoto broke their kiss to gasp for breath, a trail of saliva lingering between their wet lips before it broke as Yamamoto moved southward to start peppering kisses down Gokudera's body.
"Nnh…," Gokudera whimpered when Yamamoto wrapped his lips around one of his nipples, his hands clawing down on Yamamoto's back when he felt that tongue flick the taut nub. Yamamoto observed the silvernette's response, rolling his lips around the pink nipple once more before he trailed down even lower, sucking and kissing down Gokudera's pale, supple stomach, eliciting soft moans of approval from the other.
Eventually, Yamamoto's lips reached the waistline of Gokudera's dark jeans – so, so close to the obvious tent in the silvernette's crotch.
Teasingly, Yamamoto nibbled the soft flesh of his lower stomach, but not moving any closer to the place where Gokudera most wanted his attention. The swell of his arousal was almost becoming too painful.
"Shit…," Gokudera, flushed and wanting, groaned, biting his lips, before he took the initiative to undo his trousers himself, unable to endure it any longer. Yamamoto chuckled at this, giving in and brushing those small trembling hands away before he undid Gokudera's trousers, pulling both the jeans and boxers down at the same time.
Yamamoto slid the jeans down Gokudera's smooth, milky thighs, freeing the silvernette's aching need. The baseball player never thought the image of another male's member would've excited him, but he found himself marveling at Gokudera's length – pale and smooth, just like the rest of his body, the tip dribbling with smears of pre-cum.
Yamamoto's fingers twitched.
Gokudera fisted his hands on the bed sheets – the cool air of the room against his flesh was causing him to shiver. Plus, the lack of attention to his throbbing member was frustrating him to no ends.
"Come here…," Gokudera spoke through gritted teeth, pulling Yamamoto back up towards him into another desperate, intoxicating kiss. Yamamoto responded to those bruised lips, sliding his arms underneath Gokudera's back.
Gokudera bucked his hips upwards to rub his exposed erection to Yamamoto's clothed one – the fabric of Yamamoto's pants only adding to the heavenly pleasure. Yamamoto was intrigued by the writhing form beneath him – panting and arching up towards him, cheeks blushing darkly, swollen wet lips emitting mewls that sent blooding rushing right down to Yamamoto's crotch.
"Mm- fuck, more…," Gokudera groaned with need, viciously grinding his hips against Yamamoto's – but the friction alone just wasn't enough for his impossible need. Thus, during another lips-bruising kiss, Gokudera reached one hand downwards before he wrapped it around his cock and gave it a few quick pumps – more pre-cum leaking from the tip as the silvernette moaned into Yamamoto's mouth.
Yamamoto pulled back from the kiss, noticing Gokudera's actions before he found himself watching Gokudera, intrigued. Gokudera bit his lips as he thrust into his own hand, his fingers wrapped around the slick member and moving in frantic motions.
Observing Gokudera drowning in ecstasy, Yamamoto decided he didn't want to just be an observer.
Yamamoto wrapped his hand on top of Gokudera, momentarily stopping the movement. Gokudera looked up at his with desire-glazed eyes, licking his drying lips before he breathily asked, "…what?"
Yamamoto rolled in his lips and murmured, "I want to…," and motioned towards where his hand was positioned, squeezing Gokudera's hand gently.
Gokudera understood immediately – and the thought alone sent exciting shivers through his body. He nodded quickly before he removed his hand and wrapped his arms around Yamamoto's neck. The silvernette whispered lustfully into Yamamoto's ear, "Do it…"
Yamamoto, both nervous and excited, carefully wrapped his hand around Gokudera's pulsing cock, experimenting different angles before he found the one that he was most confident with. Then, he started moving his hand up and down, slowly at first, adding medium pressure to the flesh.
"Mm…," Gokudera sighed approvingly, weaving his hands through Yamamoto's hair, "…harder."
Yamamoto obeyed, increasing his pace and pressure, occasionally thumbing the leaking slit – the dripping pre-cum only easing the fluidity of the movement. Gokudera moaned as ripples of pleasure rushed through his body. This was nothing like the usual masturbation – the unexpected rhythm and foreign size, texture and warmth of the hand exciting him and further pushing him into euphoria.
Yamamoto based his performance on Gokudera's responses, and whatever he did that made Gokudera bite down on his neck or grip his hair, he made sure to repeat, earning more whimpers of pleasure from the silvernette. Gaining confidence, Yamamoto picked up his speed, feeling Gokudera thrusting in time with his hand.
"Nnh- fuck… so good… ah- nngh…," Gokudera panted heavily.
Yamamoto watched Gokudera carefully, the silvernette's voice and reactions arousing him that much more. Licking his lips and brushing them over Gokudera's, he whispered, "One sec…"
Gokudera almost whined in protest when Yamamoto removed his hand. But then, he was interested to see what Yamamoto was planning to do. The silvernette watched as Yamamoto sat up and started unbuckling his belt before he pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his own, obviously erectile member. Gokudera immediately looked away, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden – and yet he still couldn't help but steal glances at Yamamoto's length – which he noticed was slightly thicker than his own.
Gokudera bit his lips as he watched Yamamoto stroke himself a few times, those deep chocolate eyes closing in pleasure as he emitted a husky groan – one that caused Gokudera to shiver in anticipation. Then, Yamamoto dipped back down to kiss Gokudera's lips once more, smiling gently as he murmured, "Ready…?"
The silvernette didn't understand what Yamamoto was saying, but it soon became clear to him when he felt Yamamoto's body rest its weight down on him again – both males hissing when their erections slid against each other.
Yamamoto then wrapped his hand around both of their members and started pumping them together whilst thrusting his body at the same time, creating delicious, delicious friction that almost sent Gokudera over the edge on the first thrust. Subconsciously, Gokudera arched his back up against Yamamoto and bucked his hips in time with the other as well, adding to the pleasure of the movement and earning a pleasured groan from Yamamoto.
The two coupling bodies delved themselves into pure pleasure then, driven by instinctual and almost animalistic desire and lust. They kissed time and time again, tongues mingling both between lips and in mid-air, moans and groans sent from one mouth to the other. One of Gokudera's hand clenched firmly on the bed sheets whilst the other gripped onto Yamamoto's shoulders, nails clawing into him, raking blaring red marks on that skin.
"Agh- fuck! Nnnh-!" Gokudera uttered incomprehensible words of pleasure, his eyes shut tight, drawing closer every moment.
They were breathing so heavily that they couldn't kiss anymore, but Yamamoto still lapped gently at Gokudera's lip and sucked on the skin of Gokudera's neck, still wanting to claim all of the silvernette.
"Gokudera…," Yamamoto groaned through gritted teeth, feeling his orgasm near. "Unh- Gokudera, I'm close…"
Hearing Yamamoto's deep, guttural voice was enough to drive Gokudera over. His entire body tensed, his hands gripping madly on whatever it was holding onto, as his body shuddered and strings of white liquid shot out over his stomach. "Yama- nnghh-!"
"Nnh-!" Yamamoto soon followed, his mind blanking out for a moment as he came over Gokudera's body as well.
Making sure not to hurt Gokudera, Yamamoto collapsed on top of the petite form, both males panting heavily and sighing as the effects of their orgasm died down. Yamamoto kissed Gokudera's cheek before he rolled himself off the silvernette, absentmindedly picking up Gokudera's hand and ever so gently peppering soft kisses all over Gokudera's palm, wrist and fingers – treating it as though it was the most precious thing in the world.
Gokudera gazed at Yamamoto, absorbed in his actions. He used his free hand to wipe himself off with the blanket before he edged himself closer to Yamamoto, looking into his eyes. Yamamoto looked up to face him too, and after a short moment of eye-contact, the two melted into a soft kiss, brushing their lips against each other as though to apologize for all the bruises it had caused earlier.
Yamamoto sighed softly when they eventually parted, and he wrapped his arms right around Gokudera's back, folding the slim body into his own, whilst Gokudera draped his arms around Yamamoto's neck and rested his head on Yamamoto's shoulders.
In that intimate position, the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
A/N: I swear, this chapter is filled with fan-service – just brimming over the edge with it :3 And yes, it's not full on butt-sex lemon (YET) but I guess this little lime number is enough to satisfy you perverted fangirls for the time being? X)
Please, 8018 fans don't kill me! –hides- I know there has been a lack of Hibari and 8018 lately, but do not fear~ you'll have your dose soon enough ;)
Again, just so you know, me lubs you all for reading and reviewing~! You guys are awesome :D