Disclaimers: Don't own KHR or its characters.
Warnings: fluff, swearing, explicit sex scene, rape.
With excessive love to my precious beta AmbiguousThoughts ;)
UN-BETA'ed FOR NOW.
Nami High's Infirmary, 4.00pm
"Yamamoto Takeshi."
The voice was cold – so cold it could have been absolute zero.
Yamamoto immediately dropped Gokudera's hand and turned around with eyes wide. Before him stood Hibari Kyouya, those sharp eyes even darker than usual, lips tightened in a firm straight line; a seething fury beneath the calm composure of that petite form.
"Come with me."
It was an order from a lord – no arguments, no negotiation.
And as he followed Hibari out of the room and left behind the sick Gokudera on the bed, for the very first time, Yamamoto understood what it felt like to feel a fear that chilled him to his bones.
Nami High's Infirmary, 4.02pm
"Good afternoon, miss." The man greeted the nurse with a slow smile that seemed to crawl over his face like a centipede.
"Ah, good afternoon, sir. May I help you?" The elderly nurse raised an eyebrow at the man's clothes. He was wearing torn jeans which was barely hanging on to his buttocks, showing off his cheap boxers, with a shirt that had the word 'BLOWJOB' screened on in large bright letters.
"Oh, yes, I'm here to pick up Gokudera Hayato-kun. His father gave his permission – here's his signature," The man grinned as he waved a scruffy slip of paper towards the nurse.
The nurse examined the paper carefully and compared the signature to the school's database. Undoubtedly, the signature – though a little shaky – belonged to Gokudera Chisato.
"May I ask why Gokudera-kun's father is not here in person?" the nurse inquired.
"Hayato-kun's father preoccupied by certain... matters," the man shrugged easily.
"Alright then," she said, finally, "Let me help him to your car."
"Oh, don't bother, missy. I've got this," the man waved his hand dismissively as he strode over to Gokudera's sleeping form and picked him up. He smirked down at the younger boy in his arms. "I'll be taking Hayato-kun now. That's cool with you, nurse?"
"Yes, yes, he should be home as soon as possible, of course," the nurse nodded, "May I take your name for reference, sir?"
The man smiled a lazy, sly smile. "You can call me Takumi."
They were in a hotel room. Kusakabe drove them there – the drive as silent as death itself. Yamamoto was certain that the particular location was chosen was because Hibari did not want to damage school property – as there was definitely going to be some violence in this confrontation. Yamamoto knew this well and clear – he had seen Hibari fight before. The Skylark was akin to wildfire when he was angry.
Hibari Kyouya's anger this time, however, wasn't fire. The Skylark's emotions weren't volatile, weren't boiling with the inevitable threat of eruption. Hibari's anger wasn't expressed through a yelling rage or a mad turmoil. Not this time.
Hibari Kyouya's anger was like dry ice – terrifyingly cold and oozing out an air of danger. Also, Hibari was impossibly still and silent. It didn't even seem like he was breathing at all. But Yamamoto knew better than most that a snake was always quiet and unmoving in its poise before it struck its prey.
"Why did you do it?" There it was – the fangs slowly appearing, ready for the kill. Hibari have said the words with such smoothness that it could've been nothing else.
Yamamoto didn't need Hibari to say much – or anything at all – to know that he had been caught. One look into those eagle-like eyes and he knew that Hibari had found out about everything. It didn't even matter anymore how the Skylark came to the truth. At the end of the day, what could Yamamoto have expected? He knew that Hibari was sharper than a blade – one glance at him with Gokudera and, without doubt, Hibari would have known.
And sure enough, Hibari got that glance – probably much more than a glance, judging by the way Hibari was glaring at Yamamoto with no uncertainty within those dark orbs.
Yamamoto inhaled, swallowing the gigantic lump of guilt down his throat. "I'm sorry-"
SLAM.
That was the first blow. Hibari went all out, the tonfa hitting Yamamoto's face with a precision that aimed to hit where it hurt most. Yamamoto took the hit without flinching.
"Why?" Hibari repeated, his voice pressed low.
Yamamoto didn't know how to reply. He could say that he loved them both, but he knew that was the last thing Hibari wanted to hear. And to be honest, Yamamoto didn't blame Hibari one single bit. Not for striking him. Not even for hating him, if that was what Hibari was feeling.
"Answer me." The eagle narrowed its eyes, preparing for assault.
Yamamoto closed his eyes.
SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.
There went another three blows – right on target, each one hitting him directly at the same spot as the last. Yamamoto could feel the coppery taste of blood in his mouth and couldn't tell where the blood came from. Half of his face was numbed by the pain.
There was a pause. And then – SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. Three more strikes to his body.
Yamamoto waited for another hit, but it didn't come. Slowly, he opened his eyes – one already starting to swell – and saw that Hibari was trembling, only slightly. The Skylark was trying his hardest to hide it, but his fingers gave away.
Yamamoto felt sick. "Hibari, I'm so sorry. I didn't- I-"
Yamamoto did not know what to say, the words choked back in his throat. Apologies only seemed insulting. There appeared to be nothing he could say that would make anything better. Maybe there really wasn't anything he could've said that would make it better.
They stood there in silence for a long while. Hibari's eyes boring into Yamamoto's with a hundred undeniable accusations, Yamamoto looking back at him helplessly.
Yamamoto never felt so weak in his life. I messed up. I had everything I wanted – I finally had him – and I messed it up. There's nothing I can do to fix this...
I'm losing him. I'm definitely losing him. I love him, and I'm losing him.
...you idiot, Yamamoto. What did you do?
"You know," Hibari finally started, "My ex came back."
Yamamoto stood there, confused as to where Hibari was going with this.
"He was the first person I cared about. We were together for two years," Hibari exhaled, before he continued in a quieter voice, "Then he left me."
Yamamoto could see the pain concealed behind the shadows of Hibari's eyes. At that moment, he wanted to hurt Hibari's ex-lover. How dare he hurt him? How dare he?
But then Yamamoto realized that, right now, he was the one who hurt Hibari. He was the one who made Hibari look like that.
Deflated, Yamamoto listened as Hibari went on.
"I swore that I would never let anyone in again. I didn't want to... feel like that again." Hibari spoke in a detached way, his face and tone unchanging, as though he was telling a story of someone completely unrelated to him. "Then you changed my mind."
Yamamoto inhaled sharply.
"I thought you would be different. That you wouldn't-" Hibari cut himself off to take a deep breath, rolling in his lips and looking away for a moment, trying to keep his cool.
When Hibari looked back at Yamamoto again, his eyes were red, and his voice cracked faintly as he spoke.
"I trusted you."
It broke Yamamoto's heart.
Yamamoto, you idiot. You bloody fucking idiot. What the hell did you do?
Hibari looked away, lifting up a hand to his forehead. "You know what? Forget it. Just go. Go be with him. I don't want it if I'm just an 'option'."
With that, Hibari headed towards the hotel room door. But right before he could turn the knob, Yamamoto closed his hand over Hibari's, wrapping his other arm around the Skylark's waist, burying his face into his shoulders.
Hibari sucked in a deep breath of air, "Let go."
"Don't leave," Yamamoto pleaded in a whisper, his hold tightening on Hibari. "Please."
"Let go, Yamamoto Takeshi," Hibari's voice tightened, "You owe me at least that much."
"Give me one more chance, I beg you. Just one more chance," Yamamoto no longer cared for his pride or dignity as a man. All he knew was that he just could not let Hibari go. It didn't matter that he still did not know how to make things right or how he would deal with more problems following. In this moment, he was willing to give up absolutely anything but the Skylark.
It hurts too much. I can't stand it.
Hibari could feel his shoulders becoming wet with tears of the younger man. To say that it did nothing to his resolve would be a lie. But Hibari was not a man who gave in that easily.
The Skylark shook his head, "I don't understand. If you weren't happy you could've left, Yamamoto. If you wanted someone else, you should've gone. Why did you do this?"
"I wasn't unhappy," Yamamoto's voice was muffled and choked, "I was never unhappy with you."
Hibari clenched his fists, "Then why?"
"Because I-" Yamamoto was at a loss – because, all of a sudden, he didn't know why. He didn't know why he cheated. It was completely out of character for him and, not to mention, Hibari was the one he had been longing for since forever. And now Yamamoto was losing him, after he finally had him in his grasp.
"I don't know," Yamamoto clung onto Hibari desperately, afraid that Hibari will dash out through the door and never return again. "I don't know... I messed up. I was stupid. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Hibari. I really am. Please, don't go. I'd do anything. Just... please."
Hibari could hear the plea in Yamamoto's voice, touch, and even his breath. And even though he swore nothing could change his mind, Hibari couldn't help but soften – because Yamamoto reminded him so much of himself when he was around the same age. It was when Dino left him.
Back then, he had been just as desperate – if not, even more. Hibari could remember how he was willing to trade anything, to do anything, just to see Dino – just once, just for one single second back in his arms. He remembered praying for it every day, every night – waiting at the phone for a call, checking the mail for a letter, going through his inbox messages and call history on his mobile every free time of the day just to make sure that he didn't miss anything.
Hibari remembered too well how much it broke him to be denied that chance to patch things up with Dino. And now it was too late.
However, in Yamamoto's case...
"Yamamoto," Hibari murmured, gently resting his other hand on top of Yamamoto's. "Will you break things off with him if I give you one more chance?"
Yamamoto stilled. Before, without thinking, he gave one affirmative nod.
Anything but let you go.
"Say it," Hibari squeezed his hand, "Promise you'll break it off for good."
It took a longer pause for this one. But eventually, Yamamoto whispered, "I promise."
"Hn," Hibari sighed, closing his eyes, knowing this would be a foolish mistake. But Hibari just could not deny Yamamoto that second chance – not when he knew and could empathize exactly with how Yamamoto felt.
Turning around to face Yamamoto, Hibari reached up to caress the younger's bruised, tear-streaked cheek with his thumb. "I'll forgive you just this once."
Yamamoto instantly took Hibari into his arms, tears of relief running down his face as he whispered "thank you" over and over. His entire body was quivering as it held Hibari as though he would never let him go.
"Shh," Hibari hushed him softly, running delicate fingers through Yamamoto's short hair, "Come on now. I don't like crybabies – more than those weak herbivores, even."
Yamamoto managed a smile through his tears, "Sorry. I'm just... happy."
And looking at that smile, Hibari was glad he forgave Yamamoto. To kill such a bright light was something Hibari would rather never do – and honestly, Hibari would've missed this smile quite a lot more than he would allow himself to admit.
Damn it, Yamamoto Takeshi, what have you done to me?
Looking at Yamamoto's genuinely joy-filled expression sparked up an impulse within Hibari. And he decided to act on it before his mind could deliberate too long on the matter.
Holding Yamamoto's face with the fingertips of both hands, Hibari stretched up and kissed him.
Yamamoto's eyes widened in surprise, before he gradually lowered his lashes until they were shut and he melded into the kiss. Hibari hummed pleasantly in response, snaking his arms around Yamamoto's neck, one hand tugging playfully at the roots of Yamamoto's hair.
It was a make-up kiss that sealed their relationship back in place – most likely tighter than before.
Yamamoto cradled Hibari in his arms, folding him in close, the sweet mesh of their lips making him delirious with happiness. Hibari seemed to be feeling something similar, for he swiped his tongue along the seam of Yamamoto's lips, asking for entrance – to which Yamamoto wholeheartedly allowed.
Hibari gave a soft moan of satisfaction, which sounded like a part-sigh, when their tongues slid against each other. The hand that was not previously messing with Yamamoto's hair dipped down Yamamoto's spine before it found its way up beneath Yamamoto's shirt, fingertips tracing their way along the smooth skin of Yamamoto's back.
Yamamoto returned the action by pushing Hibari against the door and kissing him with greater fervor. Part of his lips was still aching from earlier, but Yamamoto couldn't care less. He was here, kissing the person he loved, and nothing else in the world mattered.
Hibari appeared to agree, as he sucked on Yamamoto's bottom lip, tugging teasingly with his teeth, before meeting their mouths fully once again. Then, the Skylark arched his back to press their bodies closer, clawing at Yamamoto with his fingers.
"Hibari..." Yamamoto groaned, a deep guttural sound in his throat, as he parted from the kiss to nip down the nape of Hibari's pale neck. Once he reached the conjunction between neck and shoulders, Yamamoto bit down and sucked hard at the sensitive spot.
Hibari leaned his head back against the door and moaned through gritted teeth. His grip tightened on Yamamoto and he sank into the pain-filled pleasure of the bite. As soon as Yamamoto's lips left his neck, Hibari yanked him back into an ardent kiss, pressing his tongue firmly against Yamamoto's. His fingers spread itself through Yamamoto's hair and gripped, whilst the other hand found its way to the front and began unbuttoning Yamamoto's shirt.
"Nnh-" Hibari mumbled into the kiss as his fingers fumbled with the buttons, not managing to undo them quickly enough. Yamamoto grabbed Hibari's wrist and pinned it against the door, away from his shirt.
Hibari bit Yamamoto's bottom lip as a complaint. Yamamoto grumbled and responded by rolling his hips against him. Hibari stopped complaining, gasping quietly in pleasure instead, and the pinned hand slipped down to intertwine with Yamamoto's.
Yamamoto, encouraged, repeated the motion – pressing harder against him this time. Then, he repeated it again. And again.
"Yama- moto- ah-" Hibari was panting inaudibly, his knees going weak. His other arm on Yamamoto clung onto the baseball player's neck, gripping his shirt.
"Mm?" Yamamoto's lips were pressed to the back of Hibari's ear. Hot breath slid down Hibari's neck, giving his chills right down his spine.
Yamamoto rolled his hips once more and Hibari shuddered as he held back a moan. Leaning close to Yamamoto, Hibari whispered breathlessly – seductively – into his ear.
"Bed."
Takumi's apartment, 6.09pm
"His father sold him off? Damn. Now that's a first."
"I'd say – for a bloody expensive price, too. I can hardly afford one night. Fucking alcoholic needs his money for more booze," Takumi smirked as he set Gokudera down on the bed, "But I guess it's a fair deal. Sweet, young Hayato-kun here is just my type."
Aikawa, Takumi's roommate, shrugged uncaringly as he took another drag from his cigarette. "Looks like nothing but a scrawny brat to me. The silver hair is a bit much. Is it dyed?"
"Oh, nuh-uh. This baby here is an all-natural," Takumi chuckled, squeezing Gokudera's jaw and tilting his head side to side to observe his features.
"Hehh? Seriously?" Aikawa raised an eyebrow, a curious grin appearing on his face, "I wonder whether he's silver down there too."
"Ha! Well we will find out, won't we, Hayato-chan?" Takumi licked Gokudera's ear, before he raised his body back up. "Now get your ass over here and help me tie him up, will you? The little bitch can be quite difficult when he's awake. A leading member of a hot shot color gang, eh, Hayato-kun? See if your darling Dynamite members can come save you this time, eh?"
Aikawa crushed out the remains of his cigarette before he began tying up Gokudera's wrist to the bedpost. "Oh yeah, talking about color gangs, Levi's coming over today for some stash."
"Ah?" Takumi tightened the rope around Gokudera's ankle, "What do they need this time?"
"Meh, the usual Varia crap – whiskey, tobacco, weed, blah blah blah..."
"Well, keep them well away from my room. I'm not gonna be done with him for a longggg time," Takumi cackled loudly. Then, he bent over Gokudera's face and murmured in a sing-song voice, "We're gonna have fun tonight, Hayato-chan."
Aikawa moved on to the other wrist, rolling his eyes, "You're disgusting, man. Don't worry – wouldn't want our biggest client witnessing your fucked-up hobbies. Not that they would mind – if this kid's from Dynamite, they'll be glad you're fucking his brains out."
"You betcha I'll fuck his goddamn brains out until he does nothing but scream for more of my cock up his sweet, tight little ass," Takumi sneered, "Isn't that right, Hayato-kun?"
Aikawa sighed, "Alright, I'm done here. Enjoy. I'll be taking my leave before you plague my sight forever."
"Oh, nah, no need to rush. I'll wait until he wakes up anyways," Takumi's face split into a wide smile. "I like it when they scream."
"Uh-huh. Creep. Still leaving," Aikawa walked to the door, "How old did you say this one was, again?"
Takumi grinned, "Couldn't be much older than sixteen."
Aikawa shook his head, too exposed to his roommate to be offended. "You are one sick, sick bastard."
Takumi just laughed.
Hotel, 7.18pm
Hibari was inhumane in his beauty. His black hair was ink-black against the paper-white bed sheets. His milky complexion was unmarred – flawless in one same tone from head to toe as he lay, completely naked, before Yamamoto. His manhood – Yamamoto noted with a delicious stir in his stomach – was no exception. The only other color that made its appearance on the Skylark's body was a light, rosy pink that marked his nipples and the tip of his taut member.
So beautiful.
The mere sight of Hibari was enough to make all the blood in Yamamoto's body pool into his abdominal areas.
"Your skin... feels so good," Yamamoto breathed against Hibari's bare chest as he peppered kisses onto his pale skin, now flushed with heat. Yamamoto's calloused hands, from overexposure to baseball, roamed his body – exploring every inch, every detail with care.
One palm slid over Hibari's nipple, and the Skylark's breath hitched. "Ah- Yama-"
Intrigued by that sensitive reaction, Yamamoto tweaked the hardening nub experimentally. Hibari's nails instantly dug into his back, leaving little red marks in his skin. Yamamoto, pleased by the response, licked his lips slowly before he covered the nipple completely with his mouth. He flicked at the nub with the tip of his tongue. Hibari gasped. Feeling strangely daring, Yamamoto tried nipping at the same nub with his teeth.
"Ah-!" Hibari arched right off the bed, hissing as he did so. His fingers dragged subconsciously along Yamamoto's back – white lines appearing on that tanned skin. Hibari's other hand clutched onto the bed sheet in a tight grip.
Yamamoto chuckled softly, kissing Hibari's chest right where the heart was before he moved on down Hibari's torso. Hibari watched him with curious eyes, wondering what the younger man would do next. One of his hands was now in Yamamoto's hair, running through it and ruffling it up. Hibari found that he rather liked seeing Yamamoto's hair all messy and damp – surprisingly, it was a very attractive look for him.
"Having fun there?" Yamamoto looked up from Hibari's flat stomach to flash him a cheeky smile.
The sight of Yamamoto hovering right over his cock was beyond arousing, and Hibari couldn't help but blush at the sight. To cover up, he gently pinched Yamamoto's bruised cheek. "Just keep going."
"Oww," Yamamoto winced slightly, although the smile only brightened when he saw the pink flush on Hibari's cheeks. "Hai, hai. Got it, senpai."
Yamamoto went back to adorning Hibari's stomach with kisses. Occasionally, he sucked on a spot to leave a dark red mark that would make Hibari squirm. When he reached Hibari's navel, Yamamoto looked up into Hibari's eyes before he playfully dipped the tip of his tongue inside.
Hibari groaned his approval, gripping Yamamoto's hair. His stiff member was already leaking at the tip with need. Biting his lip, Hibari leaned back and mumbled, "...lower."
Yamamoto raised an eyebrow, before he glanced down at the neglected appendage. Grinning, he moved his body downwards towards Hibari's groin before he lingered his lips right above where Hibari wanted his attention the most.
"Is this where you want it?" Yamamoto murmured, warm breath ghosting Hibari's cock.
"Nnh-" Hibari grumbled, gritting his teeth, trying his hardest not to arch his hips up into Yamamoto's touch. "Don't tease me..."
"Hm?" Yamamoto cupped the erection in his warm hands, causing Hibari to moan at the contact. However, Yamamoto did not move his hand from that position. The lack of friction was driving Hibari insane.
The insufferable smile was still on his face, "What do you want me to do, senpai?"
"Don't- get cocky with me-!" Hibari hissed.
"Oh?" Yamamoto chuckled, releasing his hold on Hibari. "That's too bad, then."
Hibari gripped Yamamoto's shoulders desperately, "Yamamoto-!"
Damn this bloody sophomore.
Yamamoto's smile widened. Placing his hands on both sides of Hibari's body, he maneuvered himself upwards until his lips were right beside Hibari's ear.
"What is it..." Yamamoto's lips grazed his ear lobe tantalizingly, his voice dropping an octave as his hand wrapped around Hibari's cock, teasing the slit with his thumb, "...Kyouya?"
Hibari drew in a sharp breath at that name, his body clenching up at the sound of Yamamoto's voice and the added pressure of his hand. Hibari squeezed his eyes shut as the shudders ran violently through his body, and before he knew it, he came with a muffled moan. Warm, white liquid spurted out onto his stomach and over Yamamoto's hand. The younger watched in awe as Hibari's orgasm died down, helpfully pumping his hand slowly and firmly up Hibari's softening member as though to pump out the remaining semen.
Hibari reopened his eyes to see Yamamoto rubbing the liquid in his hands around his fingers. Those dark chocolate eyes seemed intrigued. Hibari frowned, "What are you doing? That's dirty."
"No it's not," Yamamoto retorted immediately. "If it's yours, it's not dirty."
As if to prove his point, Yamamoto lifted his hand to his mouth – and before Hibari could stop him – he licked the liquid right off his fingers.
Hibari couldn't help but find the sight insanely arousing – and felt wrong on so many levels for doing so. He turned away, burying his burning cheeks in the pillow, covering his face with his arms.
Yamamoto pulled the arms away, planting a long kiss on Hibari's forehead. Leaning up on his elbows, Yamamoto kissed the tip of Hibari's nose, his eyes glazed over with desire. "I want you. I want all of you."
Hibari could feel Yamamoto's hot hard-on pressing onto his thighs and felt selfish for being the only one who had his release. He reached upwards and curled his arms around Yamamoto, embracing him close. Carefully, Hibari pecked Yamamoto's cheek before murmured, ever so quietly...
"Take me."
Yamamoto's eyes widened, his lower stomach curdling with excitement that was brimming over the edge. As though unable to control himself, Yamamoto sealed his mouth onto Hibari's and kissed him deeply, tilting his head to devour him at the best possible angle.
"Yamamoto..." Hibari breathed on Yamamoto's chin, a trembling hand finding Yamamoto's and sliding it downwards.
Yamamoto practically growled with desire when Hibari guided him towards his tight entrance, pressing onto his hand assuredly. Yamamoto looked into his eyes, "Kyouya..."
Hibari writhed beneath him. Something about the way and the fact that Yamamoto said his name made Hibari's insides quiver with yearning. He wanted more, he wanted so much more, and god, Hibari needed Yamamoto to push into him before this craving ate him up.
"Lube," Hibari ordered, a little breathlessly, "...quick."
Yamamoto fumbled with the bedside table's drawers until he found a decent bottle of gel. Hurriedly, he squeezed the contents of his bottle onto his hand, warming it up before he rubbed his lubricated fingers against Hibari's entrance.
Hibari latched his teeth onto Yamamoto's neck, biting him in a silent command to 'get on with it already'. The force at which Hibari sucked onto his flesh was certain to leave a dark bruise.
"Relax, okay?" Yamamoto murmured as he slipped his middle finger into the tight hole.
Hibari sucked in a deep breath. He was not a virgin, but it had been so long that he might as well have been one. However, from the little experience that he had, Hibari knew that it gets better. He leaned his head against Yamamoto's. "More."
"Mm," Yamamoto complied, adding a second finger in a scissoring motion, knowing that he had to prepare Hibari well.
Hibari clenched around him, exhaling. Subconsciously, he hooked his knees onto Yamamoto's torso for support. The heat that surrounded Yamamoto's fingers drove him crazy. Just imagining being buried into this hot, tight cavern was almost enough to send him over the edge.
Yamamoto took hold of Hibari's half-hard member and began pumping it in time with the thrusts of his fingers. Hibari gasped in pleasure, his arms clinging onto Yamamoto's shoulders, clawing him as he did so. Drowned in euphoria, Hibari didn't even notice when Yamamoto slipped in the third finger. Or when Yamamoto tore open the condom bag with his teeth.
By the time Yamamoto withdrew his fingers, Hibari's cock was back to standing tall and firm. Hibari felt a strange emptiness when Yamamoto's fingers left him – and almost whimpered in complaint when, suddenly, the scorching heat of something else pressed against his entrance.
"...can I?" Yamamoto took the decency to ask – still so good-natured even when he, himself, could hardly bear pausing when all he wanted was to thrust, long and deep, into Hibari.
"Nnh-" The Skylark nodded quickly, hungry for it just as much as Yamamoto was.
Needing no further encouragement, Yamamoto pushed into him.
Hibari's lips parted in silent scream.
"Nngh, god, Kyouya-" Yamamoto grunted as he sunk completely into Hibari. The sheer heat and tightness that enveloped him was too much to handle. Hibari's walls clamped down on him to the point that it was almost becoming painful. Yamamoto blew out a hot breath, "Try to- relax..."
Hibari could feel Yamamoto's entire member throbbing within him. Yamamoto was not, by any standards, 'small' – and even though Hibari hated to admit it, it was difficult to relax through the pain of being filled up to the hilt with such thickness and length. Hibari's hand had gripped the bed sheet so tight that it became a lump of fabric within his fist. Struggling to speak, Hibari managed to choke out, "Can't."
It was killing Yamamoto to be buried so deep into this heat and not being able to move. However, if there was something Yamamoto could pride himself on, it was his patience. So he allowed time for Hibari to adjust, his free hand never stopping its work on Hibari's weeping cock, trying to distract him.
Eventually, Hibari regained his breath and could allow himself to relax. Understanding how hard it must've been for Yamamoto to wait for him to acclimatize, Hibari whispered huskily into his ears, "Okay... you can move now."
Yamamoto took it slow, using everything of the control he had not to immediately thrust madly into the Skylark. Yamamoto pulled out more and more each time before thrusting back in, making each stroke longer and deeper. In the later strokes, Yamamoto pulled out until just the tip of his cock was inside of Hibari, and then pushed himself, full-force, right back in again. Hibari moaned through rolled-in lips. He wrapped his legs tighter around Yamamoto's body, driving Yamamoto in even deeper. Yamamoto grunted deep and low in his throat, taking this as an okay to picking up the pace.
"Haah-! Yama-!" Hibari arched his back, gasping as Yamamoto thrust hard into him and struck a certain spot within that sent him into pure ecstasy.
"Unh- there?" Yamamoto grumbled, kissing Hibari's chin and lapping at his lower lip as he thrust again at the same angle with even more force.
"Ah-! Mm-!" Hibari nodded desperately, moaning time and time again as Yamamoto hit that sweet bundle of nerves right on, shooting violent sparks of hot white pleasure right through his spine.
The two coupling bodies were damp with sweat, but they didn't care. The crude, raw sounds of their flesh slapping against one another as well as the wet squish of where their bodies joined only made the motions more addictive. Hibari's entire frame shook from the continuous bursts of pleasure that bolted through him like electricity.
"Nngh-! Yama- so close-!" Hibari panted heavily, his face flushed red as his orgasm drew closer and closer. His pink, kiss-swollen lips were parted, and his dark eyes were hooded with desire. It was the most erotic thing Yamamoto had ever seen.
"Unh- me too..." Yamamoto groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he melted Hibari's moans into a messy kiss, more teeth than tongue, lust dominating over passion. Yamamoto jerked his hand on Hibari's cock faster to match his rhythm, the need for release overcoming both of them.
With one particular sharp, deep thrust, Hibari broke the kiss and arched his back high off the bed. "Takeshi...!"
Hibari's walls clinched tightly down onto Yamamoto as he came. The overwhelming heat and tightness tipped Yamamoto over the edge, shooting his release within the Skylark with a low groan of his name.
Slowly, Hibari released his iron death-grip on Yamamoto's shoulders as the effects of his orgasm died down. Yamamoto kissed Hibari's cheek affectionately before he rolled over and collapsed beside his lover. Hibari watched with half-lidded eyes as Yamamoto pulled off the well-filled condom, tied it, and discarded it.
"...where did you get that?" Hibari wondered aloud, lingering a hand in Yamamoto's damp hair, not wanting to break contact between them.
"Hm?" Yamamoto turned onto his side and pecked Hibari's lips, "Found it next to the lube."
"Mm..." Hibari hummed, closing his eyes tiredly, "Convenient."
"Sleep," Yamamoto hushed him softly, pressing gentle kisses onto Hibari's eyelids. "You look exhausted."
"Hn," Hibari murmured with his eyes shut, "Ordering me around now, Takeshi?"
Yamamoto chuckled amiably, "...I love it when you call my name."
"Hn..." Hibari sighed quietly, allowing himself a little smile at the corner of his lips as he fell asleep, his hand still tangled loosely in Yamamoto's hair.
Yamamoto picked up Hibari's other hand and kissed it lovingly, before he let himself close his eyes and slip into unconsciousness as well.
I'm so glad I didn't lose you.
Takumi's apartment, 7.18pm
Gokudera's entire body felt heavy. It was as though he was sinking slowly into a bottomless sea, a weight attached to both his wrists and his ankles. His skin was radiating heat; his body was drenched in sweat. His throat was dry in a way that reminded him of chapped lips, and his head – more than anything else – hurt like the devil.
"Ugh... fuck..." Gokudera croaked, trying to curl his body in on itself. However, he soon discovered that his legs and arms were restrained – the knowledge shocking him out of his sleep, his eyes flying open. "What the-?"
"Took you goddamn long enough to wake up, Hayato-kun," Takumi greeted him with a smirk that crawled right across his face.
"Wha-?" Gokudera was about to ask him what the bloody hell he was doing when a violent series of coughs ripped through his throat.
"Aww, somebody's come down with a fever, hm?" Takumi whispered lowly, blowing air into Gokudera's ear. "...want me to give you an injection?"
Gokudera flinched away from Takumi with obvious disgust. That was when he finally noticed that both his arms and legs were tied up firmly to four bedposts. And that he was stripped completely naked. And that Takumi had his pants undone.
It took a moment for his fever-induced brain to join the dots, but when he finally did, Gokudera blanched in horror. This was a situation that would be difficult to get out even if he was healthy. As sick as Gokudera was? No chance.
Shit. No fucking way. You must be fucking kidding me. Anything but this.
...seriously. Anything but this.
Gokudera began to struggle against his binds, but to no avail. All the good that did for him was give his skin rope-burns. His energy was burdened by his sickness. Even simple motions such as turning his head and tugging on the ropes made him feel like he had just run a marathon. There was no way he would be able to escape. Gokudera knew this anyways. But that didn't stop him from trying as hard as he could. Gokudera wouldn't give in to this. He just couldn't. Not this.
"Seems like you've realized what's going on here..." Takumi chuckled – not even trying to conceal the creepy tone behind his amusement. He leaned over Gokudera, alcohol-laced breath blowing over his face. "Now, now, if you be a good boy, Haya-chan, I'll be gentle with you."
Gokudera wanted to swear at him, but his raked throat wouldn't allow his tone to be offensive enough. Instead, Gokudera opted to spitting in Takumi's face.
"Go to hell," Gokudera rasped.
That seemed to do the trick. Takumi was insulted, alright. Infuriated, even.
As he wiped the saliva slowly off his face with the back of his hand, Takumi's smile hardened. It became more vicious. Like how a snake would smile if it took a humane form. "Alright, Hayato-kun. If you want to play the game that way, I'll follow through."
Gokudera shivered visibly in horror when Takumi unzipped his pants and took out his fully erected cock. Takumi stroked himself slowly, as though valuing his manhood as something precious, speaking in a low murmur as he did so. "Pity. I wanted to prepare you properly, Hayato. Maybe even use some lube..."
Gokudera struggled harder against the ropes, becoming desperate and thoughtless in his means to escape, his skin becoming cut and inflamed by the friction.
No. No, please, no.
Takumi spat crudely in his hand before rubbing it over the tip of his cock, "I guess spit seems to be more of your thing, eh, you little slut?"
Takumi spread Gokudera's legs wider, enjoying the terrified look of Gokudera's face.
Gokudera couldn't do anything. He couldn't move, couldn't counter-attack. He couldn't even cry out for help. For hell's sake, Gokudera couldn't even put up a good fight because of his bloody fever. He couldn't even express the degree to which he despised this man, the degree to which he found this disgusting, how much he absolutely abhorred him.
No. Please, god.
No.
No. No, please...
Gokudera couldn't stand it. Tears of frustration brimmed up in his eyes.
Please.
Somebody help.
Takumi poised himself at Gokudera's entrance, a cheap thrill causing laughter to bubble from his lips. "You better make yourself ready to scream, bitch."
Please.
"No..." Gokudera managed to shake his head, resorting to giving Takumi a desperate pleading look. Gokudera's voice cracked, "...don't."
Please.
Takumi only laughed harder – almost in a way that made him look insane, laughing so hard he was gasping for breath, taking them in high-pitched hitches.
Gokudera was horrified.
And then, out of the blue, mid-laughter, Takumi shoved into him.
No.
NO.
No lube, no distracting touches, no act of passion – not even a single act of kindness. Even the expression on Takumi's face was ridicule – a mocking, inhumane sneer.
"Agh-!" The pain seared through Gokudera's entire body. Gokudera felt like he was being torn in half, his virgin entrance splitting. The heat scorched his insides, and Gokudera felt sick to his gut. Vomit built up right behind his throat, but even as he tried to retch, nothing came out. The acid in his mouth choked him.
This shouldn't be happening.
Why is this happening?
Why is nobody helping?
Why? Why is this happening?
Ironically, the blood that seeped out of his entrance helped lubricate the violent thrusts – lessening the pain by the slightest fraction.
Gokudera's mind was a jumbled mess. The intense pain and the attack on his dignity making him lose control. He was confused, terrified, hurt – and at the same time, the other part of his mind forced him to shut down, to detach himself, to not show his vulnerability even through this sort of torture.
To appear unaffected was the only act of defiance Gokudera's pitiful state would allow him.
And he couldn't do even that.
Please.
Somebody help.
Somebody please help me.
Spanner. Skull. Lancia. Anybody.
...Yamamoto. Yamamoto! Where are you? Why aren't you here?
Please, help me.
Make it stop. Just make it stop. Please...
Anybody. Make it stop. Yamamoto...!
Yamamoto?
...Bianchi?
...
...dad?
...
Gokudera's croaked screams were endless.
And nobody came.
A/N: Oh god, that last scene was so painful to write. D: Please don't kill me, all of you Gokudera fans.
Okay! So there you go, the first all-out smut in this fic! Hopefully I have managed to satisfy you all~ :D It was quite unfortunate that I had to end such an awaited scene with rape :/
I would also like to notify that this is not yet near the conclusion to this fic :D We still have quite a little way down the road to travel.
As always, thank you so much for sticking with me! I would love it if you gave me feedback on this chapter! :D