Why do I have, like, 600 rape fics?
SO MUCH FAIL, and 60!59/80; Yamamoto doesn't know Gokudera's being possessed. T.T
Wordcount: 1338
"Shut up," and it sounded like Gokudera, but there saw something off about him somehow, and Yamamoto couldn't remember ever feeling uncomfortable around the other boy before.
He stumbled, off balance, as Gokudera shoved at his chest, pushing him to the floor, before sitting on his haunches, watching Yamamoto wince and rub his head where he had hit it. He pushed himself up against the wall, a laugh already on his lips as he looked up and froze. Gokudera was smiling at him. Gokudera was smiling at him, but it was all wrong. Gokudera never smiled at him; he smiled at Tsuna, but that was a different kind of smile. His instincts screamed danger at him, and he found himself unable to move; half of him wanted to run, but the other half remembered that he was faced with a friend, not an enemy.
The smile dropped off Gokudera's face and he relaxed marginally, only to tense up again as Gokudera leaned in, placing one hand on his thigh (and that was way too close to something else; an involuntary thrill ran through him) and the other on the floor by his side. He didn't move as Gokudera's face got steadily closer, not stopping until his lips brushed Yamamoto's. Yamamoto made a surprised noise, hands finally heeding his instincts and coming up to push Gokudera away roughly. He sat limply where Yamamoto had pushed him, refusing to look up, and Yamamoto's heart throbbed.
"G-Gokudera, that's, I, haha-" he fumbled for words, unsure what to say for once, and cut himself off as he watched Gokudera stand. He shifted as Gokudera moved closer, intending to get up, but was stopped when Gokudera plopped into his lap without hesitation. His face fell forward and Yamamoto could feel his breath on his neck as hips covered in layers of studded belts inched forward to grind against his own.
The question he had been intending to ask came out as a breathy moan. His cheeks lit up, an embarrassed grin crossing his face. "Hahaha, Gokudera, um-"
He was cut off once more as Gokudera ground their hips together again, making him gasp. "Yamamoto Takeshi; you like me, am I right?" The question really wasn't much of one; Yamamoto could hear the certainty in Gokudera's voice and wondered when his friend had gotten so forward.
"Hm? Of course I like you, what are you talking about, Gokudera?" accompanied by a clueless smile it should have thrown Gokudera off track or at least irritated him, but he didn't seem to be even the least bit affected today. He didn't even frown, just sighed as he leaned down to kiss Yamamoto again, this time pinning his arms along the way.
Yamamoto fumbled, kissing back clumsily after he got over the initial shock, and wriggled his hips in an attempt to repeat the earlier friction, hormones winning over instinct. He felt Gokudera smirk into the kiss, grinding his hips down into Yamamoto's until he saw stars. It wasn't until Gokudera let up again that Yamamoto realized he was shirtless, and his hands were tied behind his back.
He squirmed under Gokudera, panic rushing through him, inadvertently making himself harder as he rubbed against the other boy. He stopped, panting, as Gokudera's mouth descended on his nipples, distracting him from any protests as Gokudera began undressing himself.
Finally, Gokudera was naked, and Yamamoto stared, blood rushing south even as the uneasy feeling grew as Gokudera started on his pants.
He didn't protest as his boxers followed his pants, still rather stunned and confused at the whole situation. His eyes widened as Gokudera's mouth descended on his cock, taking Yamamoto all the way in with seemingly no gag reflex at all. He moaned and bucked his hips into the warm wetness, unable to stop himself as his body reacted automatically to the stimulation.
Yamamoto looked down at Gokudera, laying on his stomach and sucking him off as his hand tugged at his own cock, bringing himself to hardness. He bit his lip to hold back the strangled whimper that threatened to come out at the pure want inspired in his stomach by the sight. He wished vaguely in a few seconds of coherent thinking that he could make Gokudera feel as good as he was right now, and made a small sound of protest, trying to drag the boy closer with his legs.
Gokudera sat up, lips leaving his dick with a pop, and moved closer, the uncanny smile back on his face. "Oh? You want more?" and the inflection of his voice was strange, too, but Yamamoto ignored it, eagerness overtaking his actions.
"No, no, I want-" he hadn't expected his voice to be this breathless, but it didn't really matter and he shoved his lips against Gokudera's clumsily, ignoring the warning bells ringing in his head as he moved closer to the other boy.
Gokudera moved forward willingly, arranging Yamamoto's legs around him and moving to press chest to chest against him. The contact of bare skin thrilled Yamamoto; he pulled away from Gokudera's lips to mouth kisses down the line of his throat, laughing into his skin.
He felt Gokudera move his legs up and squirmed a bit at the uncomfortable position and the growing sense of dread he had the closer Gokudera got to him. It wasn't until he felt the head of Gokudera's cock press between his ass cheeks that he began paying attention. He froze, heart beating fast. He opened his mouth to protest, choking on his words as the pain slammed over him.
Gokudera shoved inside him, the force of the thrust pushing him up against the wall, the hands still tied behind his back pressing against it at an awkward angle until it felt as if his arms would break. He screamed in pain as he felt his walls rip; his chest heaved with sobs at the feel of his own blood acting as lubricant when Gokudera pulled out and thrust back in without hesitation, the movements causing the new wounds to sting.
The boy pulled his legs up higher, ignoring how they kicked desperately, and pushed Yamamoto completely onto the floor, slamming his head into the wall with the first thrust in the new position. He dropped one of Yamamoto's legs, leaning over him and grabbing his still-hard cock as he pressed his smirk to Yamamoto's lips in a macabre parody of a kiss.
He fisted Yamamoto as he continued fucking him, and Yamamoto watched himself get hard, precome leaking from the head of his cock as Gokudera's fingers stroked it with the expertise gained from jacking off at night, in the bathroom, whenever, wherever, unable to feel the pleasure through the waves of pain that had spread throughout his body, making him numb to everything but the feel of Gokudera thrusting roughly into him.
Yamamoto watched with a sort of morbid, detached fascination as he came, making a mess of Gokudera's hand and his own stomach. His body tightened, and a shiver of pleasure managed to cut through the pain as he finished, only for him to feel the pain spike anew as he involuntarily clamped down on the cock inside of him. Gokudera thrust into him a few more times until he was unable to hold back any longer, filling Yamamoto with warm wetness and letting out a satisfied laugh that set Yamamoto's teeth on edge as it combined with the sting of Gokudera's come in his wounds and the humiliating feel of it dripping out of him as Gokudera pulled out.
Gokudera leaned over him for a few seconds, eyes holding a strange calculating expression, smirking as if at a job well done. And then suddenly he collapsed limply onto Yamamoto; the feeling of wrongness he'd had throughout his entire interaction with Gokudera suddenly gone, as if someone had flipped the off switch.
And he wondered why he no longer felt scared of the boy laying unconscious on his stomach, after what he had just done.
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"Shut up," and it sounded like Gokudera, but there saw something off about him somehow, and Yamamoto couldn't remember ever feeling uncomfortable around the other boy before.
He stumbled, off balance, as Gokudera shoved at his chest, pushing him to the floor, before sitting on his haunches, watching Yamamoto wince and rub his head where he had hit it. He pushed himself up against the wall, a laugh already on his lips as he looked up and froze. Gokudera was smiling at him. Gokudera was smiling at him, but it was all wrong. Gokudera never smiled at him; he smiled at Tsuna, but that was a different kind of smile. His instincts screamed danger at him, and he found himself unable to move; half of him wanted to run, but the other half remembered that he was faced with a friend, not an enemy.
The smile dropped off Gokudera's face and he relaxed marginally, only to tense up again as Gokudera leaned in, placing one hand on his thigh (and that was way too close to something else; an involuntary thrill ran through him) and the other on the floor by his side. He didn't move as Gokudera's face got steadily closer, not stopping until his lips brushed Yamamoto's. Yamamoto made a surprised noise, hands finally heeding his instincts and coming up to push Gokudera away roughly. He sat limply where Yamamoto had pushed him, refusing to look up, and Yamamoto's heart throbbed.
"G-Gokudera, that's, I, haha-" he fumbled for words, unsure what to say for once, and cut himself off as he watched Gokudera stand. He shifted as Gokudera moved closer, intending to get up, but was stopped when Gokudera plopped into his lap without hesitation. His face fell forward and Yamamoto could feel his breath on his neck as hips covered in layers of studded belts inched forward to grind against his own.
The question he had been intending to ask came out as a breathy moan. His cheeks lit up, an embarrassed grin crossing his face. "Hahaha, Gokudera, um-"
He was cut off once more as Gokudera ground their hips together again, making him gasp. "Yamamoto Takeshi; you like me, am I right?" The question really wasn't much of one; Yamamoto could hear the certainty in Gokudera's voice and wondered when his friend had gotten so forward.
"Hm? Of course I like you, what are you talking about, Gokudera?" accompanied by a clueless smile it should have thrown Gokudera off track or at least irritated him, but he didn't seem to be even the least bit affected today. He didn't even frown, just sighed as he leaned down to kiss Yamamoto again, this time pinning his arms along the way.
Yamamoto fumbled, kissing back clumsily after he got over the initial shock, and wriggled his hips in an attempt to repeat the earlier friction, hormones winning over instinct. He felt Gokudera smirk into the kiss, grinding his hips down into Yamamoto's until he saw stars. It wasn't until Gokudera let up again that Yamamoto realized he was shirtless, and his hands were tied behind his back.
He squirmed under Gokudera, panic rushing through him, inadvertently making himself harder as he rubbed against the other boy. He stopped, panting, as Gokudera's mouth descended on his nipples, distracting him from any protests as Gokudera began undressing himself.
Finally, Gokudera was naked, and Yamamoto stared, blood rushing south even as the uneasy feeling grew as Gokudera started on his pants.
He didn't protest as his boxers followed his pants, still rather stunned and confused at the whole situation. His eyes widened as Gokudera's mouth descended on his cock, taking Yamamoto all the way in with seemingly no gag reflex at all. He moaned and bucked his hips into the warm wetness, unable to stop himself as his body reacted automatically to the stimulation.
Yamamoto looked down at Gokudera, laying on his stomach and sucking him off as his hand tugged at his own cock, bringing himself to hardness. He bit his lip to hold back the strangled whimper that threatened to come out at the pure want inspired in his stomach by the sight. He wished vaguely in a few seconds of coherent thinking that he could make Gokudera feel as good as he was right now, and made a small sound of protest, trying to drag the boy closer with his legs.
Gokudera sat up, lips leaving his dick with a pop, and moved closer, the uncanny smile back on his face. "Oh? You want more?" and the inflection of his voice was strange, too, but Yamamoto ignored it, eagerness overtaking his actions.
"No, no, I want-" he hadn't expected his voice to be this breathless, but it didn't really matter and he shoved his lips against Gokudera's clumsily, ignoring the warning bells ringing in his head as he moved closer to the other boy.
Gokudera moved forward willingly, arranging Yamamoto's legs around him and moving to press chest to chest against him. The contact of bare skin thrilled Yamamoto; he pulled away from Gokudera's lips to mouth kisses down the line of his throat, laughing into his skin.
He felt Gokudera move his legs up and squirmed a bit at the uncomfortable position and the growing sense of dread he had the closer Gokudera got to him. It wasn't until he felt the head of Gokudera's cock press between his ass cheeks that he began paying attention. He froze, heart beating fast. He opened his mouth to protest, choking on his words as the pain slammed over him.
Gokudera shoved inside him, the force of the thrust pushing him up against the wall, the hands still tied behind his back pressing against it at an awkward angle until it felt as if his arms would break. He screamed in pain as he felt his walls rip; his chest heaved with sobs at the feel of his own blood acting as lubricant when Gokudera pulled out and thrust back in without hesitation, the movements causing the new wounds to sting.
The boy pulled his legs up higher, ignoring how they kicked desperately, and pushed Yamamoto completely onto the floor, slamming his head into the wall with the first thrust in the new position. He dropped one of Yamamoto's legs, leaning over him and grabbing his still-hard cock as he pressed his smirk to Yamamoto's lips in a macabre parody of a kiss.
He fisted Yamamoto as he continued fucking him, and Yamamoto watched himself get hard, precome leaking from the head of his cock as Gokudera's fingers stroked it with the expertise gained from jacking off at night, in the bathroom, whenever, wherever, unable to feel the pleasure through the waves of pain that had spread throughout his body, making him numb to everything but the feel of Gokudera thrusting roughly into him.
Yamamoto watched with a sort of morbid, detached fascination as he came, making a mess of Gokudera's hand and his own stomach. His body tightened, and a shiver of pleasure managed to cut through the pain as he finished, only for him to feel the pain spike anew as he involuntarily clamped down on the cock inside of him. Gokudera thrust into him a few more times until he was unable to hold back any longer, filling Yamamoto with warm wetness and letting out a satisfied laugh that set Yamamoto's teeth on edge as it combined with the sting of Gokudera's come in his wounds and the humiliating feel of it dripping out of him as Gokudera pulled out.
Gokudera leaned over him for a few seconds, eyes holding a strange calculating expression, smirking as if at a job well done. And then suddenly he collapsed limply onto Yamamoto; the feeling of wrongness he'd had throughout his entire interaction with Gokudera suddenly gone, as if someone had flipped the off switch.
And he wondered why he no longer felt scared of the boy laying unconscious on his stomach, after what he had just done.