Fan Fic: KHR: Courtesan: Chapter 3- Chrome/Yamamoto
Title: Courtesan
Fandom: KHR
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chrome/Everyone- eventual everyone/everyone
Chapter Three:
. The Vongola Headquarters functioned like a contraption dreamed up by a mad inventor, in that the most whimsical, incompatible and nonsense pieces somehow managing to work together in a flawless chain reaction.
Personalities that should have never met in the first place, for fear the world imploding from the friction, somehow managed to mesh- albeit very briefly- and made that friction move things along rather than grinding everything to a stand-still.
Granted, there were still instances were a cog or two got stuck, usually over some minor dispute easily forgotten in the wake of an actual emergency. Often time these spats erupted during the down times.
Unfortunately for Takeshi Yamamoto he found himself walking right into the middle of such a ‘spat’. Surprisingly, it was between Mukuro and Chrome, who not only had the least reasons to disagree and bicker.
“It matters little to me if you sleep with other people, just don’t lie about it to me. Bad, terrible, unimagative lies at that…” Mukuro said haughtily.
“For the last time I didn’t ‘sleep’ with him. And please don’t talk about it Mukuro-sama, the last thing I need is Bossu knowing about this.”
“Oh? You mean him being aware about how you seduced the youngest guardian…”
“I didn’t seduce him” Chrome defended “Please you have to believe me.”
“Ano…Guys, meeting time” the Rain guardian reluctantly interrupted before the argument started to turn ugly. Chrome turned to face the door, since he had been standing in her blind side the whole time.
“S-sorry, we’re coming…”
“Rather you are going, Chrome. I have something else planned.”
Takeshi shrugged, wouldn’t be the first time Mukuro skipped a meeting. But Chrome looked like this was news to her. “Wait…you are not walking out just because…”
Mukuro interrupted as they left the room with Takeshi leading the way, “Why would I walk out, you only brought a teenager to our bed and...”
For being ‘not angry’ at being cheated on, Mukuro took quite a long pause then exhaled before ‘smiling’ “Never mind. I am hardly mad, have your fun with a little boy toy. And who’s to say I’m leaving just because of you. The world doesn’t revolve around you, my dear.”
No longer hearing their footsteps behind him, Takeshi turned around to see Chrome watching Mukuro descend the staircase. Awkward didn’t even begin to describe it. Takeshi wasn’t one to pry into people’s business, but from what he picked up from the Mist user’s on going argument: Chrome did something with Lambo, Mukuro found out about it and was trying very hard not to act pissed off about it.
While it sounded something serious, the Rain figured it was between the two…well three other guardians and there wasn’t a need for him to be nosey. Still, he worried a little about Chrome as she turned away to follow then overtake him.
Once in the meeting, Takeshi took his seat between Gokudera and the one Hibari ‘should’ have occupied, instead the Cloud preferred to hang around the door in order to not be crowded in and to be the first to leave.
Chrome sat on the furthest part of the table, to the left of Lambo. Unable to help but be a little curious, Takeshi’s gaze drifted over to the pair who rarely interacted with one another. Lambo grinned and whispered something to Chrome, who smiled for just a moment only for it to recede into a neutral look.
As the meeting worn on and assignments were passed out, Takeshi again took note of how Lambo sulked. “But, I wanted to go on a mission with you.”
“A mission isn’t playtime, you idiot.” Gokudera interrupted before Chrome could say something.
“Who said anything about playing? I’d just rather hang out with Chrome-san…”
“A mission isn’t a time to ‘hang out’ either.” While the Storm and Thunder argued, Takeshi took the opportunity to approach one of his two working partners.
“So, Russia... Ever been there before?” Chrome hesitantly nodded, “A few times. I can’t really speak the language though…Haru-san would have probably been a better choice or Mukuro-sama…” her voice trailed off then Chrome shook her head.
“Kind of sucks we’re going there right in the middle of winter.” Takeshi complained, trying to steer away from the subject of the other illusionist. He didn’t know what was going on between them and how exactly it involved Lambo, but the Rain figured the least he could do was drag Chrome out of her funk.
“Have you been to Russia before?” Chrome asked in return since she’d yet to be partnered with him for a long term mission in another country.
“Once” Takeshi grinned, “They give the best welcomes though, so I’m looking forward to seeing them again.”
It was both surprising and perfectly normal to Chrome for Takeshi Yamamoto to be the only person anticipating three weeks spent in the middle of the Giegue Family compound. ‘Only Yamamoto-san can be honestly friendly towards the most notorious group of assassins.’ Chrome thought as the Guardians filed out of the meeting room.
The next morning she, Gokudera and Yamamoto had their bags packed and ready to board the Vongola private plane. With a Russian phrase book, attempting to cram so she didn’t look like an imbecile, Chrome glanced up as Yamamoto-san occupied the seat next to her.
“Sorry for crowding, but Gokudera has already pulled out his cigarettes and I want to spare my lungs for a little while.”
“I heard that! Come over here so I can add another scar to your face with a UFAT.” Chrome blinked, “UFAT?” “Unidentified flying ashtray” Takeshi said with a chuckle as if it was perfectly normal for close business partners to throw objects at each other when mildly annoyed. After the jet took off, Chrome couldn’t help but notice the scar on the Rain Guardian’s chin, the one Gokudera-san threatened to add a twin to.
Noticing she was staring, Takeshi took off his headphones and turned to her, “Yes? Did you want something?”
“Umm…where did that scar come from, a sword fight?” Chrome inquired pointing to her own chin.
“Ah kind of, you see while you were gone I got into a fight with a pirate.” Chrome blinked in disbelief. “No seriously, it was a fight with a pirate! He had a peg leg, parrot, BIG curved sword and a very dirty beard, the works. He got me right here with the tip of the sword…”
“Quit lying your ass off, you suck at it.” Gokudera said, suddenly standing behind Yamamoto-san’s chair. “This idiot cut himself shaving one morning and had to get stitches because it was very deep.”
“Nope. It was a drive-by pirate attack. No matter what you say, I am sticking to my story.”
Chrome watched as green eyes rolled, “Whatever…” Gokudera grumbled before wandering back to his seat. Unsure whether she should smile along with Yamamoto-san and accept his improbable story or tune out and forget this conversation even happened, Chrome choose a third option and went back to reading her linguist book for the duration of the flight.
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Stepping down the stairs out of the plane, Yamamoto yawned and exhaled breath-steam breathing in deeply the bitter cold air, “This feels kind of good actually.”
“You are fucking inhuman.” Gokudera complained behind him, bundled up to his nose, Chrome similarly bundled with a knitted hat on top of it, whereas Yamamoto just has a large parka, long pants, a scarf and long gloves.
After they disembarked form the plane, they were greeted by three tall people who wore thick fur coats, their faces blocked by bleach-white bone looking masks.
“Hey guys, thanks for meeting us” Takeshi said with a wave despite the foreboding atmosphere that radiated off the ‘greeters’.
Chrome stumbled around the introduction in Russian and also repeated the Rain’s greeting, only a little more formal than what the man originally said. With a nod the tallest, presumably the leader of the ‘Grave Diggers’ lead them to a stretch limo.
Once six bodies were piled in the backseat Takeshi tried to kill the heavy mood by talking, which left Chrome in a bad position since she had to play translator for the chatty Rain guardian.
At last their trek ended when the limo pulled up to a Gothic-styled mansion with it’s pointed towers, black shingles and overall gray appearance rising up out of the blindingly white snow.
After a brief exchange with their escorts, Chrome was able to direct her partners to their guest rooms, however Takeshi was quick to overtake her, seeming to know the way even without directions.
Sure enough, Takeshi arrived there first with the key and opened up the room. “Yep, they knew we were coming, they’ve already put the baskets in.”
“Baskets?” Chrome asked as she curiously peered around the Rain. Sitting on the table were three ‘welcome’ baskets but only contained only one item: tall clear glass liquor bottles.
“This happened last time I came here for some diplomatic business” Takeshi began, already unwrapping the black ribbon tied around the bottle neck.
“So they gave us free alcohol.” Chrome mused, finding it a little strange welcome gift. Then again, mafia families were usually very generous to one another.
“Not just any kind of alcohol, vodka.” Gokudera, fishing in his coat pocket for reading glasses to read the proof. “…are they trying to poison us? Proof is pretty high.”
“Must mean it’s good then.” Takeshi mused already having the bottle they gave him uncorked before rummaging around another table set up with mixing liquors, glasses and other ingredients.
A violet colored eye blinked as she watched Gokudera face-palm. “I should have known better than to get assigned with the booze hound. You are going to be excessively annoying the whole three weeks if you’re already getting into the liquor.”
“Hey, I’m not that bad” Takeshi protested in his own defense.
“Stuff is gonna kill you someday” the gray-haired Storm grumbled just before putting an unlit cigarette to his lips. On happenstance Chrome and Takeshi exchanged patronizing looks but didn’t breathe a word about the ensuing hypocrisy.
“You want me to make you something Chrome?”
She shrugged, not really all that familiar with different type of drinks since the female Mist frequently stuck to champagne or wine rather than being adventurous enough to try mixed drinks or hard liquor.
“Let me see how it tastes by itself first.” Chrome replied. “You sure about that? Gokudera says this stuff is going to be pretty strong.”
Frowning a little at the implication she wouldn’t be able to take it, Chrome untied the ribbon on the bottle given to her and opened it up, got a glass with some ice and poured it half-full. Once the glass was in her hands, Chrome glanced up to see both Yamamoto and Gokudera waiting for the reaction.
‘It’s probably not as bad as they say it is.’ Chrome told herself before taking a long sip…only to sputter because it felt like her throat was on fire.
“What…” she wheezed, “what was that?”
“Vodka” both of the male guardians replied. “Is…” Chrome felt her eye start to water a little, “always meant to be that strong?”
“That’s why you mix it with other stuff so it doesn’t taste as strong.” Yamamoto told her. “Well, I realize that now.” Chrome returned before passing along her bottle to the self-titled bar tender. “Just something simple and sweet will be fine.”
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The night passed with Gokudera trying to get cell reception, scowling at the ‘idiots’ who were gradually getting drunk off their asses while wondering where on earth Chrome learned to laugh. It wasn’t annoying, but not quite what Gokudera had been expecting either.
He had never heard the young woman laughter before that night, thus Hayato almost expected it to be a feminine ‘kufuu’ only to find out that wasn’t the case. More like a cluster of giggles or stifled full out laughs. And Chrome proved to be an easily-tickled drunk. Which in turn amused Takeshi since someone else was laughing at his jokes and old stories. Green eyes rolled while the Storm wondered when he became the ‘straight man’ to not one, but two snickering idiots.
“Damnit…” the man stared at his phone again, waiting for the reception to come back when Takeshi suddenly draped a hand over the other man’s shoulder. “Hey, hey drink with us Gokudera” Takeshi prodded. “No and what did I have to tell you about this touchy-feely business?”
“Um…not to do it anymore…right?” the former baseball star replied only to beam. “Come on…or we’ll start opening your bottle too.” With a snort, Gokudera his phone back. “Alright, just one drink though.”
One drink turned into two. Then three... However, unlike the Mist and Rain, alcohol did little to positively affect Hayato Gokudera’s sour mood. His right eyebrow twitched as Takeshi bragged about being able to hold a hand stand for ten minutes. Of course when called out to show off, Takeshi was more than happy.
“If you fall and break your head wide open, I will laugh all night” Gokudera said as taller man balanced himself near a wall, before he lunged forward on his hands, only to slip and miss.
“Owww” he called out before laughing, cheeks flushed from alcohol. Chrome snickered in response, stirring the ice left in her last drink- Hayato had repossessed the bottles and locked them in a cabinet to keep them from all dying of alcohol poisoning.
“Let me try again.” Takeshi said as he pushed off the floor, back to being against the wall before tumbling forward and knocking into the table. “Third try” “…for a former athlete, you’re not very good at this. Might as well quit before you kill yourself…” Takeshi shrugged broad shoulders, “You worry too much” he said before springing for the third attempt.
At last, the young man was able to hoist his body up, supported by his arms with palms flat on the floor.“…ah, you finally did it” Chrome marveled. Hayato snorted, “So he can perform a trick, big deal.”
“Ten minutes, go ahead and time me” he bragged. With a roll of his eyes, Gokudera started counting down the ticking of his wrist watch. For the first five minutes, Chrome seemed content to watch with the occasional glance at the silver watch to check the time with Gokudera-san. However, she quickly grew bored…and there was a bucket of ice left on the table.
‘Balancing like this is kind of difficult…lot harder than I remember…’ Takeshi thought, going a little cross eyed from all the blood rushing to his head. Then he watched from his tiled vantage as Chrome got up from the table with the ice bucket.
“What are you…” he began only to hiss in a sharp intake of air as Chrome took advantage of the gap between his sweater and skin by rubbing an ice cube right on his belly button. “Ah ah…cold! What are you doing, Chrome?”
Chrome got down on her knees then sunk to Takeshi’s eye level by getting on her belly. He swallowed at the teasing smirk on her lips, nothing as dangerous as the poisonous looks Mukuro wore during a fight, but Takeshi had a feeling he was being lured into trouble nevertheless with that look.
“You’ve already lasted six minutes, I’m just…giving you a challenge” Chrome said softly.
“Oh…” the Takeshi replied, his arms starting to quiver a little as cold water from the melted ice slowly coursed down his skin.
As Hayato kept an eye on the watch, he would sometimes glance to see where Chrome would place the ice next, but as time started to run out she got tired of throwing off the ‘baseball freak’s’ concentration. Lying on her stomach with legs stretched out and arms folding in front to rest her chin, Chrome and Takeshi held an importune staring contest on top of his handstand.
“No fair you have only one eye to control the blinks.” Takeshi accused after losing a second time.
“I’m also not standing on my hands. Gokudera-san was right, you are inhuman.”
He chuckled only to wince because the room was starting to tilt a little more and it hurt to laugh while standing upside down and blood pounding in his forehead.
“Eight minutes” Gokudera called out before sipping his fifth drink, beyond bored because one could only stare curiously at dangling legs in the air for so long before the novelty was gone.
Out of Gokudera's sight, Chrome inched forward on her belly, getting right at Takeshi’s eye level who blinked and wondered what was going through her head. Until Chrome leaned in, hands gently cupping his face before she closed the sliver of distance and kissed him.
Awkwardly, her lips caressed and bowed over his. Slow and teasing in pace since Chrome would dot his mouth with light smooches yet not stay to receive. Effectively distracted by her kisses, Takeshi's arms gave in to his weight at last. Thus he came crashing down with Chrome to the floor.
Green eyes glanced up as Gokudera heard a loud thud. Takeshi’s long pants legs were out of sight. Standing up, hands on the table, Gokudera heard the snickering first, followed by mutters of ‘ouch’ from both parties as he found Takeshi and Chrome to be a tangle of limbs.
“So…how was my time?” the Rain guardian asked, as if it was perfectly normal for him and Chrome to pretend to be Siamese twins.
“Nine minutes and thirty eight seconds. You lose.”
“Ah come on, she distracted me!” Takeshi protested as he pushed against the floor to stand, but Chrome grabbed around his middle and pulled him back down with her. To which Takeshi tackled her back and tickled until the female Mist was squirming and breathless underneath him.
Ash colored eyebrows rose up curiously at their playful and almost flirty behavior. It was very out of character for Chrome to do such things for one. And Takeshi wasn’t usually one to cross the line with his co-workers. In the end, Gokudera shrugged it off. The vodka’s warming affect was starting to wear and if he didn’t get some sleep soon, the impending hang over would be much worse.
“I’m going to bed. You two should think about it too. And no more drinking! I can already expect to hear you both whining like babies tomorrow.”
With that the Storm left the duo on the floor, a final shake of his head before closing the door to his room.
The moment the door clicked, Chrome managed to get out from underneath and topple Takeshi. Within a blink of brown eyes Takeshi found Chrome straddling him and smiling as if she were the queen. This whole situation screamed ‘trouble’, but even with the warning bells going off, Takeshi met her in a kiss. Without the weight of gravity pulling him down, he actually enjoyed the light pressure of her mouth on his.
Troublesome thoughts of her and Mukuro and whatever else was going on melted into background static. Hands found each other, squeezing and entangled before Chrome broke their kiss, gave a peck to the right corner of Takeshi’s mouth. She looked at the scar along his chin just before pressing a gentle peck there as too.
With another squeeze of her fingers she felt calloused places on Takeshi’s hands from years of wielding a sword. Chrome shivered from the initial cold as their hands parted only to feel warmth seep into her skin as Takeshi’s digits rubbed in between the gap of her long sleeved shirt and pale skin.
Along her ribs, tickling a little and making her gasp because hadn’t Chrome couldn’t recall laughing more than any other night. Easing back from his hands, allowing thick fabric to fall back, Chrome sat between his legs with her hands on the floorboards. In the silence, both started gathering their scattered wits as heat from body contact faded into lukewarm then cold.
Then Takeshi reached over, gently cupping Chrome’s chin before instigating more kisses. Hands rose up, brushing against short black hair before settling to knot together behind his neck as Chrome was rocked back into one of the chairs.
She tasted sweet, strange but not bad, then again Chrome had been drinking something sweet most of the night, so Takeshi figured that it was only natural that Chrome’s mouth would taste like sugar.
Chrome scooted back, able to fit under the table but Takeshi wasn’t so lucky as he bumped his forehead right on the edge. Contact broke again as he hissed in pain.
“Are you alright?” Chrome asked. “Yeah…I think so…ow” he mumbled, rubbing the red mark from the table.
Crawling out from under her hiding place, Chrome kissed the spot before exploring new territory, namely the Rain guardian’s neck. Leaning back on his hands, Takeshi relished the feel of fingertips gently kneading sore muscles before Chrome kissed the same places. With a thick swallow, Takeshi asked himself if he dared to go any further. In the back of his mind, the young man was very much aware of her relationship with Mukuro and what might happen if they carried on.
However all of that seemed far off and irrelevant when Chrome’s hands wandered under his sweater again, invoking muscle contraction as fingers stroked along his sides. A deep exhale and he matched her teasing exploration by hitching her long skirt up.
Playing with the tops of her winter tights, Takeshi gave a testing tug, looking to her for approval. She glanced back before moving his hands. However, just before disappointment set in, Chrome turned to sit in between his legs. Long limbs stretched out on either side and skirt pulled up, she slowly started peeled opaque tights down to reveal smooth and pale legs. Chrome leaned in closer to Takeshi while pulling down the tights until she stopped at mid calf.
Turning to kiss his left ear, finding another little scar just behind it, Chrome curiously tickled the back of his earlobe while he pulled and discarded the garments off her legs.
“Did this come from a pirate attack too?” Chrome asked, words slow to fall from her lips because everything felt warm and fuzzy.
“Hm…don’t remember” Takeshi replied with a smile. She returned the expression, about to ask about other scars only to lose her train of thought all together as Takeshi’s hands smoothed along her legs. As digits disappeared under her skirt, Chrome rested her arms along broad shoulders, arching up then leaning forward into warm touches.
Tickling the hairs along his neck, Chrome’s left eye closed as she folded her legs together, trapping his hands underneath the skirt.
“Give me my hands back” he ‘demanded’, willing to pay the ransom in kisses by Chrome ducked under the attempt, wearing a smile that looked more like a Trickter’s smirk while at the same time holding onto her own charms. There were things about Chrome’s mannerisms, the way she teased and indulged, that Takeshi didn’t remember being there five years ago. And some characteristic about her that screamed Mukuro, until she turned, twisted and wiggled just under or above the definition as to what was his and hers.
For example, just after rejecting his kiss, Chrome attempted to soothe Takeshi’s wounded pride with her over enthusiasm. Mouth awkwardly crushed to hers, Takeshi nearly fell backwards as Chrome leaned fully into his arms.
Legs parted so his hands were released from captivity. Rather than providing much needed support, choose instead to wander the contours of her legs. Skirt fabric rustled under his rising knees, forming a large black taffeta circus tent between them.
Going with the ‘circus’ theme, Chrome giggled at the ‘acrobatics’ dancing along her skin. Face flushed Chrome captured then nibbled Takeshi’s bottom lip, being gentle this time, since she didn’t want to leave another mark on him.
With a light nibble to his neck, Chrome tugged at the thick sweater. Pull, pull, inch by inch.
“Are you trying to get me naked?” Takeshi asked though the smile said that he knew her intentions already.
“Not at all, your sweater just looks uncomfortable and itchy” Chrome quipped in response, words nearly against his grin.
“It is kind of itchy, but warm” he said, offering a half-hearted protest at being stripped.
“I can keep you warm” the female Mist promised, not even trying to be flirty since it was a simple statement of fact. “Ha, that’s pretty bold coming from you” Chrome answered the accusation by kissing the pulse in his neck, spiking temperature higher by stroking along the Rain’s abdomen until he moaned and relented, arms raised up to quickly get rid of the shirt.
“You…” she kissed, “are rather sensitive.” Chrome observed. “A little, I blame the cold though.” Takeshi replied before he mirrored her actions.
Chrome felt her long sleeved blouse being unbuttoned with one hand while the opposite slinked underneath the shirt tails. Yet she didn’t pay it too much mind since Chrome was staring at Takeshi’s biceps. Mukuro-sama was hardly a lazy slouch and Lambo showed signs of developing abs, but Chrome honestly had to give it up to the work of art in front of her.
He had visible muscle definition along his arms, shoulders and torso, but not overdone to the point of bulging and scary. Unable to help herself, Chrome stroked defined abs, drawing out and appreciating the resulting moan. If she weren’t sitting down already Chrome knew her knees would have given out by now just by that sound.
Not one to slack off, Takeshi kissed Chrome’s throat, tugging a gasp from her with a long lick to the collar before sucking at the juncture where right shoulder met neck.
Left eye closed, Chrome paused to brush Takeshi’s hair back as he hummed against her throat making her feel washed in warmth then next became distracted by how he played with her nipples through bra fabric.
‘Wait…where is my shirt?’ Chrome wondered, eye opening as she looked around to find it a few inches away on the floor. “…when did that happen?” she mumbled before losing herself in a kiss. Bottom lip caught between teeth, Chrome decided the vanishing act her shirt pulled didn’t really matter all that much.
It matter significantly less as Takeshi worked off her bra, after many fumbling attempts they would both blame on intoxication. And Takeshi didn’t need to know that it took Lambo under half the time to unclothe her, so Chrome would keep that little terrible secret to herself.
Once completely topless, Chrome felt her pulse race under Takeshi’s hands. The roughness of his palms and digits were surprisingly gentle if contrasting against soft breasts. A cheeky stroke of her tongue against his, only to retreat from the offer to utter a soft moan, nipples peaked and cold until hands covered and offer a mixture of relief and torment by tweaking and pinching. Figuring two could play at that game, Chrome worked on the buckle to Takeshi’s belt, pulling the zipper down.
Playful retaliation was the name of the game, so her skirt was shimmied down, pooling around Chrome’s folded legs as her hips arched up.
Unable to undress each other further while sitting on the floor and legs interlocked, Takeshi pushed up to stand first then offered Chrome a hand. She didn’t let his open fly go unnoticed but it was laughed off then hushed in between multiple little kisses, like a silly secret.
With a tug at his belt, Chrome closed the gap between them, skirt tripping her up a little, so Takeshi reached out to catch her. Their noses bumped at a missed kiss, completely uncoordinated in their short trek from the sitting room and into an unlocked room.
Gokudera groaned at the intrusion of light into his room, head pounding with the start of a hangover. And it got worse as he blinked against the dim lighting to see two shadows. Green eyes grew wide because for a second he thought they were ghosts. Getting overexcited, Gokudera blindly reached for his reading glasses and flipped over his suitcase to rummage through it for his coded journal.
Only to realize that ghosts don’t moan…well they do but if they are truly tormented souls. Not throaty lusty groans. “Chrome…bed…first…” followed by a clumsy thud of two bodies hitting the floor.
“…or here is good too…” Takeshi amended as she kissed his along his stomach and pulled his pants down around ankles. With a tempting tilt of her lips, not quite a sultry smile or an amused smirk, but something in between; Chrome brought an index finger, teasingly poking the forming bulge in his boxer briefs.
“Don’t…” he moaned again as she kissed the exact spot.
Then both parties blinked, cringing as the light above suddenly flicked on. “What. The. Fuck. Are you perverts doing in my room?!” Gokudera hissed out.
“Um…that is…a very good question” Takeshi said with a sheepish grin. Chrome blushed and had enough sense to look ashamed to be caught with her hand inching down Takeshi’s underwear.
“Out. Both of you…I don’t give a fuck if you do the nasty elsewhere, but not. In. my. Bedroom” Gokudera snarled, nearly about to lose in mind in a fit of anger.
Without waiting for another warning, Takeshi scrambled to pull up his pants and all but bodily carried Chrome out with him.
They somehow managed to get to Chrome’s room without being chased or strangled to death. Back against the door, Takeshi took in deep breaths in order to calm down from the near death experience whereas Chrome for one couldn’t be more tickled.
“We…” the indigo haired woman began with a smile and seemingly no idea of the danger they just narrowly escaped “are going to be in so much trouble tomorrow.”
“…uh huh” Takeshi said with a swallow, not sure if he should tell Chrome that Gokudera’s temper was nothing to laugh at, no matter how smashed someone was.
In the next minute, Chrome looped her arms around Takeshi’s neck, bringing him down for a kiss, easing the Rain back into the mood. Not that it was all that difficult to turn his attention back to her. Cupping soft breasts in his palms, Takeshi’s groaned at the soft undulations of her hips, rubbing against his belt instead of his clothed erection but it the motion was effective in getting the point across.
And if he still hadn’t gotten the message, Chrome drove the point home of her intentions by slinking out of his arms, getting down on her knees. With a quick tug, pants were down Takeshi’s ankles again. A quick glance up, Chrome stared at Takeshi while her fingers touched the slit to his underwear.
He shuddered, shoulders braced against the door and prepared…or so Takeshi believed. But Chrome took her sweet time. She stroked around his cock without actually touching the appendage. Then she situated between his legs, getting comfortable while on sitting on folded knees, what with her skit still being in the way that ate up thirty seconds at least. Then she dotted his left leg with kisses and nibbles, rubbing along firm thighs.
While the massage was nice and all, Takeshi really wished she’d pay attention to what was important right now. As if reading his mind, Chrome slid up again, arms now anchored around his middle. A teasing nudge of her lips against the front of his boxer briefs left the man panting.
“God…you are killing me Chrome” Takeshi rasped out as she finally tugged the last article of his clothing down.
Not done with the sweet torment, Chrome stroked so lightly Takeshi barely felt it. He did however feel her hot breath at the cock head. A stroke of her tongue and he about lost it. Brown eyes rolled back when pink lips opened and sucked. Takeshi’s fingers got lost in violet colored hair as Chrome took her time suckling, slowly milking drops of pre come from him.
Her actions were too languished to bring him to an orgasm, but enough stimulation to coil hotly in his gut and make Takeshi twitch and moan.
Once she had enough, Chrome eased off Takeshi’s member, taking a moment to wipe away a stray drop of saliva and pre come from the corner of her lips. Only to tumble back into an opposite wall as Takeshi tackled her.
“Tease” he accused lightly, kissing Chrome’s throat since she seemed to enjoy it the best. Chrome nodded in agreement to the label, while attempting to kick off her skirt. Once that was gone, she was only left in black panties. While she purred at the way Takeshi sucked on her neck, the young woman drew his hands to her panties, peeling them down around knees with his assistance.
Guiding his fingers right where they were needed, Chrome stroked Takeshi’s cock again, reminding him that favors must be returned. Without needing further instruction, he stroked slick folds, drawing shudders and pleased moan from the female Mist. Her mouth dropped open in a long ‘oh’ as Takeshi spread two fingers inside of her then brought them together before sliding in a third. Stifling a groan with the back of her free hand, Chrome gave a testing squeeze to the erection in her other.
“No…” Takeshi pulled her hand down, “None of that” he kissed her mouth, “I want to hear you.”
Chrome nodded, a touch uneasy on her feet as Takeshi removed his hand and led her along to the bed, her skirt and panties discarded as they walked the short distance. Once on the mattress, Chrome silently sought permission to be on top.
A moment’s hesitation then Takeshi nodded, spreading his legs out, cock standing tall. It twitched in her hand as Chrome stroked and squeezed the male organ again.
“You have…a lovely voice” Chrome muttered against his throat, feeling the vibrations of his moan.
“Ha, thanks” Takeshi replied, tilting to nip her right ear. “I would really like to hear yours some more though.”
Chrome swallowed, cheeks flared with a blush. Later on, perhaps as early as tomorrow, she’d marvel how being vocal in bed made her feel more embarrassed than being caught in the act by Gokudera.
Legs stretched out, fingers holding her sex wide, Chrome slowly sank onto the thick head of Takeshi’s member. They both shuddered pleasantly as Chrome pushed forward, inch by inch sinking inside of her tight pussy.
Once she was fully seated, Chrome bit her bottom lip because the tricky part was ahead. Hands braced on Takeshi’s shoulders, she eased back slowly until the head remained, then came down again.
Holding on her closely, Takehi’s hips jerked up to her rhythm, his teeth scraping along her neck so Chrome’s uttered deep noises, sounding like the start up of actual words only to abandon phonetics completely.
As they rocked together, Chrome whimpered as she picked up the pace, purposefully trying to squeeze around Takeshi so he gasped and gripped her hips. With the guide of his hands, Chrome tilted a little to the right to hit a better spot. For a moment, Takeshi watched how her breasts bounced with each decent. Realizing he’d played enough with her chest, Takeshi nuzzled her right breast, capturing a pink nipple into his mouth just before Chrome sank down on him again.
“Ahah…T-Takeshi” she mumbled, letting go of her leverage on his shoulders for a moment to rest her head against the bed post as he suckled her breast. With a pinch to her rear, Chrome was reminded to keep going.
With each rise and fall, Chrome felt her body clench tighter and tighter, desperately seeking to pull oxygen from the atmosphere as each little jerk and roll of her hips brought them both closer. With one hand braced to the bed’s headboard, Chrome attempted to return the favor Takeshi paid to her chest by lightly raking her nails down his chest and abs.
Takeshi jerked up in response, letting go of her breast only to groan between her bosom. Shivering as cold air overtook the brief puff of warmth from Takeshi’s mouth, Chrome clamped her legs down around his waist, right hand now out to grab the bedpost.
Eyes closed, Takeshi moved to hold her hips again before moving behind to cup her butt. His balls clenched tight, threatening to let lose as Chrome moved her hips again to a different angle. Biting his lip, Takeshi held back for only a little longer not wanting to be the first to climax. However, Chrome was determined for this not to be so.
She abruptly stopped, leaving him wanting and cock half buried into her tight sex.
“What are you…” he managed to utter just before Chrome turned her attention back to his chest. Violet colored eye dark with lust, she first lick his neck, easing another inch of his cock out.
Desperate for friction, Takeshi bucked against her, yet Chrome withheld. She copied the hickey marks left on her neck then sucked hard on his adam’s apple.
“God…please…just do something” he said, starting to sound desperate because Takeshi could feel he was within seconds of coming. Instead Chrome drew out his desperation, relishing in it. Licking a left nipple, Chrome reacquainted her fingers with the texture of his muscles, feeling each minuscule twitch and ripple as he struggled to stay composed.
“Tease, I swear. You are…” he mumbled and unable to think about anything else but sheathing fully inside Chrome again.
Easing back, taking a moment to admire her handiwork, Chrome kissed Takeshi gently before fully lifting herself off his cock.
The kiss turned hungry and desperate as Takeshi searched for her hips to pull Chrome back because he was ready and she was being needlessly cruel, only to have her rock back out of reach.
Following her to the edge of the bed, scrambling across the sheets, their mouths met in a deep and wet kiss before he plunged in to the hilt.
Chrome broke away with a moan as Takeshi set a fast pace. Breasts pressed to his chest, Chrome’s arms went over the former baseball player’s broad shoulders, crying out in ecstasy. Bowing her legs back, Chrome held on tight as Takeshi thrust in twice, torn between satisfying friction and wanting to hold him deep inside.
It no longer became an issue by the third sharp thrust Chrome cried out into his right shoulder, eye closed and lips parted yet without a moan as she orgasmed. Takeshi wasn’t too far behind, one last thrust and he was done for, spilling into Chrome.
After they lied to rest for a few minutes, Takeshi moved to pull out, but Chrome closed her legs to keep him in place.
“Can…can you just stay here like this? Please?” she asked, not quite ready to give up the warmth or close physical connection.
How could he say ‘no’ to such an honest request? Kissing her forehead, Takeshi nodded, his arms encircling Chrome and holding her close.
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Gokudera opened the door to find them entangled in sheets and each other, pillows strung all over the place with the last one covering Takeshi’s head.
With a slam of the door, jerking both awake; the Storm stared down his nose at the Rain and female Mist.
“Good morning perverts.”
Chrome blushed and crawled under the covers, Takeshi folded the pillow tighter around his head.
“Come on get up. We’ve got to meet with the head of the Giegue.”
Chrome peeked over the curtains, feeling a little like death warmed over, mouth tasting like cotton and eye bloodshot while a headache thrummed behind her forehead.
Still, she gingerly took one sheet with her for modesty sake, which caused a raised eyebrow with Gokudera.
“Don’t bother. I’ve already seen you topless and I’m not interested, so there’s no point in covering up.”
“…that was mean” Takeshi mumbled only to groan as his bare leg dangling off the bed was nudged by Gokudera.
“Mean? You haven’t seen ‘mean’ yet. Both of you clean yourselves off, brush or whatever and be ready in an hour.”
“Alright…alright” Takeshi said with a yawn, looking about the same as Chrome in terms of ‘fucked-over’. Picking up clothing from her bag, Chrome trotted off to dress elsewhere, leaving Takeshi to his own devices and cringing against Gokudera’s snarls and glaring.
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Continue
Fandom: KHR
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chrome/Everyone- eventual everyone/everyone
Chapter Three:
. The Vongola Headquarters functioned like a contraption dreamed up by a mad inventor, in that the most whimsical, incompatible and nonsense pieces somehow managing to work together in a flawless chain reaction.
Personalities that should have never met in the first place, for fear the world imploding from the friction, somehow managed to mesh- albeit very briefly- and made that friction move things along rather than grinding everything to a stand-still.
Granted, there were still instances were a cog or two got stuck, usually over some minor dispute easily forgotten in the wake of an actual emergency. Often time these spats erupted during the down times.
Unfortunately for Takeshi Yamamoto he found himself walking right into the middle of such a ‘spat’. Surprisingly, it was between Mukuro and Chrome, who not only had the least reasons to disagree and bicker.
“It matters little to me if you sleep with other people, just don’t lie about it to me. Bad, terrible, unimagative lies at that…” Mukuro said haughtily.
“For the last time I didn’t ‘sleep’ with him. And please don’t talk about it Mukuro-sama, the last thing I need is Bossu knowing about this.”
“Oh? You mean him being aware about how you seduced the youngest guardian…”
“I didn’t seduce him” Chrome defended “Please you have to believe me.”
“Ano…Guys, meeting time” the Rain guardian reluctantly interrupted before the argument started to turn ugly. Chrome turned to face the door, since he had been standing in her blind side the whole time.
“S-sorry, we’re coming…”
“Rather you are going, Chrome. I have something else planned.”
Takeshi shrugged, wouldn’t be the first time Mukuro skipped a meeting. But Chrome looked like this was news to her. “Wait…you are not walking out just because…”
Mukuro interrupted as they left the room with Takeshi leading the way, “Why would I walk out, you only brought a teenager to our bed and...”
For being ‘not angry’ at being cheated on, Mukuro took quite a long pause then exhaled before ‘smiling’ “Never mind. I am hardly mad, have your fun with a little boy toy. And who’s to say I’m leaving just because of you. The world doesn’t revolve around you, my dear.”
No longer hearing their footsteps behind him, Takeshi turned around to see Chrome watching Mukuro descend the staircase. Awkward didn’t even begin to describe it. Takeshi wasn’t one to pry into people’s business, but from what he picked up from the Mist user’s on going argument: Chrome did something with Lambo, Mukuro found out about it and was trying very hard not to act pissed off about it.
While it sounded something serious, the Rain figured it was between the two…well three other guardians and there wasn’t a need for him to be nosey. Still, he worried a little about Chrome as she turned away to follow then overtake him.
Once in the meeting, Takeshi took his seat between Gokudera and the one Hibari ‘should’ have occupied, instead the Cloud preferred to hang around the door in order to not be crowded in and to be the first to leave.
Chrome sat on the furthest part of the table, to the left of Lambo. Unable to help but be a little curious, Takeshi’s gaze drifted over to the pair who rarely interacted with one another. Lambo grinned and whispered something to Chrome, who smiled for just a moment only for it to recede into a neutral look.
As the meeting worn on and assignments were passed out, Takeshi again took note of how Lambo sulked. “But, I wanted to go on a mission with you.”
“A mission isn’t playtime, you idiot.” Gokudera interrupted before Chrome could say something.
“Who said anything about playing? I’d just rather hang out with Chrome-san…”
“A mission isn’t a time to ‘hang out’ either.” While the Storm and Thunder argued, Takeshi took the opportunity to approach one of his two working partners.
“So, Russia... Ever been there before?” Chrome hesitantly nodded, “A few times. I can’t really speak the language though…Haru-san would have probably been a better choice or Mukuro-sama…” her voice trailed off then Chrome shook her head.
“Kind of sucks we’re going there right in the middle of winter.” Takeshi complained, trying to steer away from the subject of the other illusionist. He didn’t know what was going on between them and how exactly it involved Lambo, but the Rain figured the least he could do was drag Chrome out of her funk.
“Have you been to Russia before?” Chrome asked in return since she’d yet to be partnered with him for a long term mission in another country.
“Once” Takeshi grinned, “They give the best welcomes though, so I’m looking forward to seeing them again.”
It was both surprising and perfectly normal to Chrome for Takeshi Yamamoto to be the only person anticipating three weeks spent in the middle of the Giegue Family compound. ‘Only Yamamoto-san can be honestly friendly towards the most notorious group of assassins.’ Chrome thought as the Guardians filed out of the meeting room.
The next morning she, Gokudera and Yamamoto had their bags packed and ready to board the Vongola private plane. With a Russian phrase book, attempting to cram so she didn’t look like an imbecile, Chrome glanced up as Yamamoto-san occupied the seat next to her.
“Sorry for crowding, but Gokudera has already pulled out his cigarettes and I want to spare my lungs for a little while.”
“I heard that! Come over here so I can add another scar to your face with a UFAT.” Chrome blinked, “UFAT?” “Unidentified flying ashtray” Takeshi said with a chuckle as if it was perfectly normal for close business partners to throw objects at each other when mildly annoyed. After the jet took off, Chrome couldn’t help but notice the scar on the Rain Guardian’s chin, the one Gokudera-san threatened to add a twin to.
Noticing she was staring, Takeshi took off his headphones and turned to her, “Yes? Did you want something?”
“Umm…where did that scar come from, a sword fight?” Chrome inquired pointing to her own chin.
“Ah kind of, you see while you were gone I got into a fight with a pirate.” Chrome blinked in disbelief. “No seriously, it was a fight with a pirate! He had a peg leg, parrot, BIG curved sword and a very dirty beard, the works. He got me right here with the tip of the sword…”
“Quit lying your ass off, you suck at it.” Gokudera said, suddenly standing behind Yamamoto-san’s chair. “This idiot cut himself shaving one morning and had to get stitches because it was very deep.”
“Nope. It was a drive-by pirate attack. No matter what you say, I am sticking to my story.”
Chrome watched as green eyes rolled, “Whatever…” Gokudera grumbled before wandering back to his seat. Unsure whether she should smile along with Yamamoto-san and accept his improbable story or tune out and forget this conversation even happened, Chrome choose a third option and went back to reading her linguist book for the duration of the flight.
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Stepping down the stairs out of the plane, Yamamoto yawned and exhaled breath-steam breathing in deeply the bitter cold air, “This feels kind of good actually.”
“You are fucking inhuman.” Gokudera complained behind him, bundled up to his nose, Chrome similarly bundled with a knitted hat on top of it, whereas Yamamoto just has a large parka, long pants, a scarf and long gloves.
After they disembarked form the plane, they were greeted by three tall people who wore thick fur coats, their faces blocked by bleach-white bone looking masks.
“Hey guys, thanks for meeting us” Takeshi said with a wave despite the foreboding atmosphere that radiated off the ‘greeters’.
Chrome stumbled around the introduction in Russian and also repeated the Rain’s greeting, only a little more formal than what the man originally said. With a nod the tallest, presumably the leader of the ‘Grave Diggers’ lead them to a stretch limo.
Once six bodies were piled in the backseat Takeshi tried to kill the heavy mood by talking, which left Chrome in a bad position since she had to play translator for the chatty Rain guardian.
At last their trek ended when the limo pulled up to a Gothic-styled mansion with it’s pointed towers, black shingles and overall gray appearance rising up out of the blindingly white snow.
After a brief exchange with their escorts, Chrome was able to direct her partners to their guest rooms, however Takeshi was quick to overtake her, seeming to know the way even without directions.
Sure enough, Takeshi arrived there first with the key and opened up the room. “Yep, they knew we were coming, they’ve already put the baskets in.”
“Baskets?” Chrome asked as she curiously peered around the Rain. Sitting on the table were three ‘welcome’ baskets but only contained only one item: tall clear glass liquor bottles.
“This happened last time I came here for some diplomatic business” Takeshi began, already unwrapping the black ribbon tied around the bottle neck.
“So they gave us free alcohol.” Chrome mused, finding it a little strange welcome gift. Then again, mafia families were usually very generous to one another.
“Not just any kind of alcohol, vodka.” Gokudera, fishing in his coat pocket for reading glasses to read the proof. “…are they trying to poison us? Proof is pretty high.”
“Must mean it’s good then.” Takeshi mused already having the bottle they gave him uncorked before rummaging around another table set up with mixing liquors, glasses and other ingredients.
A violet colored eye blinked as she watched Gokudera face-palm. “I should have known better than to get assigned with the booze hound. You are going to be excessively annoying the whole three weeks if you’re already getting into the liquor.”
“Hey, I’m not that bad” Takeshi protested in his own defense.
“Stuff is gonna kill you someday” the gray-haired Storm grumbled just before putting an unlit cigarette to his lips. On happenstance Chrome and Takeshi exchanged patronizing looks but didn’t breathe a word about the ensuing hypocrisy.
“You want me to make you something Chrome?”
She shrugged, not really all that familiar with different type of drinks since the female Mist frequently stuck to champagne or wine rather than being adventurous enough to try mixed drinks or hard liquor.
“Let me see how it tastes by itself first.” Chrome replied. “You sure about that? Gokudera says this stuff is going to be pretty strong.”
Frowning a little at the implication she wouldn’t be able to take it, Chrome untied the ribbon on the bottle given to her and opened it up, got a glass with some ice and poured it half-full. Once the glass was in her hands, Chrome glanced up to see both Yamamoto and Gokudera waiting for the reaction.
‘It’s probably not as bad as they say it is.’ Chrome told herself before taking a long sip…only to sputter because it felt like her throat was on fire.
“What…” she wheezed, “what was that?”
“Vodka” both of the male guardians replied. “Is…” Chrome felt her eye start to water a little, “always meant to be that strong?”
“That’s why you mix it with other stuff so it doesn’t taste as strong.” Yamamoto told her. “Well, I realize that now.” Chrome returned before passing along her bottle to the self-titled bar tender. “Just something simple and sweet will be fine.”
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The night passed with Gokudera trying to get cell reception, scowling at the ‘idiots’ who were gradually getting drunk off their asses while wondering where on earth Chrome learned to laugh. It wasn’t annoying, but not quite what Gokudera had been expecting either.
He had never heard the young woman laughter before that night, thus Hayato almost expected it to be a feminine ‘kufuu’ only to find out that wasn’t the case. More like a cluster of giggles or stifled full out laughs. And Chrome proved to be an easily-tickled drunk. Which in turn amused Takeshi since someone else was laughing at his jokes and old stories. Green eyes rolled while the Storm wondered when he became the ‘straight man’ to not one, but two snickering idiots.
“Damnit…” the man stared at his phone again, waiting for the reception to come back when Takeshi suddenly draped a hand over the other man’s shoulder. “Hey, hey drink with us Gokudera” Takeshi prodded. “No and what did I have to tell you about this touchy-feely business?”
“Um…not to do it anymore…right?” the former baseball star replied only to beam. “Come on…or we’ll start opening your bottle too.” With a snort, Gokudera his phone back. “Alright, just one drink though.”
One drink turned into two. Then three... However, unlike the Mist and Rain, alcohol did little to positively affect Hayato Gokudera’s sour mood. His right eyebrow twitched as Takeshi bragged about being able to hold a hand stand for ten minutes. Of course when called out to show off, Takeshi was more than happy.
“If you fall and break your head wide open, I will laugh all night” Gokudera said as taller man balanced himself near a wall, before he lunged forward on his hands, only to slip and miss.
“Owww” he called out before laughing, cheeks flushed from alcohol. Chrome snickered in response, stirring the ice left in her last drink- Hayato had repossessed the bottles and locked them in a cabinet to keep them from all dying of alcohol poisoning.
“Let me try again.” Takeshi said as he pushed off the floor, back to being against the wall before tumbling forward and knocking into the table. “Third try” “…for a former athlete, you’re not very good at this. Might as well quit before you kill yourself…” Takeshi shrugged broad shoulders, “You worry too much” he said before springing for the third attempt.
At last, the young man was able to hoist his body up, supported by his arms with palms flat on the floor.“…ah, you finally did it” Chrome marveled. Hayato snorted, “So he can perform a trick, big deal.”
“Ten minutes, go ahead and time me” he bragged. With a roll of his eyes, Gokudera started counting down the ticking of his wrist watch. For the first five minutes, Chrome seemed content to watch with the occasional glance at the silver watch to check the time with Gokudera-san. However, she quickly grew bored…and there was a bucket of ice left on the table.
‘Balancing like this is kind of difficult…lot harder than I remember…’ Takeshi thought, going a little cross eyed from all the blood rushing to his head. Then he watched from his tiled vantage as Chrome got up from the table with the ice bucket.
“What are you…” he began only to hiss in a sharp intake of air as Chrome took advantage of the gap between his sweater and skin by rubbing an ice cube right on his belly button. “Ah ah…cold! What are you doing, Chrome?”
Chrome got down on her knees then sunk to Takeshi’s eye level by getting on her belly. He swallowed at the teasing smirk on her lips, nothing as dangerous as the poisonous looks Mukuro wore during a fight, but Takeshi had a feeling he was being lured into trouble nevertheless with that look.
“You’ve already lasted six minutes, I’m just…giving you a challenge” Chrome said softly.
“Oh…” the Takeshi replied, his arms starting to quiver a little as cold water from the melted ice slowly coursed down his skin.
As Hayato kept an eye on the watch, he would sometimes glance to see where Chrome would place the ice next, but as time started to run out she got tired of throwing off the ‘baseball freak’s’ concentration. Lying on her stomach with legs stretched out and arms folding in front to rest her chin, Chrome and Takeshi held an importune staring contest on top of his handstand.
“No fair you have only one eye to control the blinks.” Takeshi accused after losing a second time.
“I’m also not standing on my hands. Gokudera-san was right, you are inhuman.”
He chuckled only to wince because the room was starting to tilt a little more and it hurt to laugh while standing upside down and blood pounding in his forehead.
“Eight minutes” Gokudera called out before sipping his fifth drink, beyond bored because one could only stare curiously at dangling legs in the air for so long before the novelty was gone.
Out of Gokudera's sight, Chrome inched forward on her belly, getting right at Takeshi’s eye level who blinked and wondered what was going through her head. Until Chrome leaned in, hands gently cupping his face before she closed the sliver of distance and kissed him.
Awkwardly, her lips caressed and bowed over his. Slow and teasing in pace since Chrome would dot his mouth with light smooches yet not stay to receive. Effectively distracted by her kisses, Takeshi's arms gave in to his weight at last. Thus he came crashing down with Chrome to the floor.
Green eyes glanced up as Gokudera heard a loud thud. Takeshi’s long pants legs were out of sight. Standing up, hands on the table, Gokudera heard the snickering first, followed by mutters of ‘ouch’ from both parties as he found Takeshi and Chrome to be a tangle of limbs.
“So…how was my time?” the Rain guardian asked, as if it was perfectly normal for him and Chrome to pretend to be Siamese twins.
“Nine minutes and thirty eight seconds. You lose.”
“Ah come on, she distracted me!” Takeshi protested as he pushed against the floor to stand, but Chrome grabbed around his middle and pulled him back down with her. To which Takeshi tackled her back and tickled until the female Mist was squirming and breathless underneath him.
Ash colored eyebrows rose up curiously at their playful and almost flirty behavior. It was very out of character for Chrome to do such things for one. And Takeshi wasn’t usually one to cross the line with his co-workers. In the end, Gokudera shrugged it off. The vodka’s warming affect was starting to wear and if he didn’t get some sleep soon, the impending hang over would be much worse.
“I’m going to bed. You two should think about it too. And no more drinking! I can already expect to hear you both whining like babies tomorrow.”
With that the Storm left the duo on the floor, a final shake of his head before closing the door to his room.
The moment the door clicked, Chrome managed to get out from underneath and topple Takeshi. Within a blink of brown eyes Takeshi found Chrome straddling him and smiling as if she were the queen. This whole situation screamed ‘trouble’, but even with the warning bells going off, Takeshi met her in a kiss. Without the weight of gravity pulling him down, he actually enjoyed the light pressure of her mouth on his.
Troublesome thoughts of her and Mukuro and whatever else was going on melted into background static. Hands found each other, squeezing and entangled before Chrome broke their kiss, gave a peck to the right corner of Takeshi’s mouth. She looked at the scar along his chin just before pressing a gentle peck there as too.
With another squeeze of her fingers she felt calloused places on Takeshi’s hands from years of wielding a sword. Chrome shivered from the initial cold as their hands parted only to feel warmth seep into her skin as Takeshi’s digits rubbed in between the gap of her long sleeved shirt and pale skin.
Along her ribs, tickling a little and making her gasp because hadn’t Chrome couldn’t recall laughing more than any other night. Easing back from his hands, allowing thick fabric to fall back, Chrome sat between his legs with her hands on the floorboards. In the silence, both started gathering their scattered wits as heat from body contact faded into lukewarm then cold.
Then Takeshi reached over, gently cupping Chrome’s chin before instigating more kisses. Hands rose up, brushing against short black hair before settling to knot together behind his neck as Chrome was rocked back into one of the chairs.
She tasted sweet, strange but not bad, then again Chrome had been drinking something sweet most of the night, so Takeshi figured that it was only natural that Chrome’s mouth would taste like sugar.
Chrome scooted back, able to fit under the table but Takeshi wasn’t so lucky as he bumped his forehead right on the edge. Contact broke again as he hissed in pain.
“Are you alright?” Chrome asked. “Yeah…I think so…ow” he mumbled, rubbing the red mark from the table.
Crawling out from under her hiding place, Chrome kissed the spot before exploring new territory, namely the Rain guardian’s neck. Leaning back on his hands, Takeshi relished the feel of fingertips gently kneading sore muscles before Chrome kissed the same places. With a thick swallow, Takeshi asked himself if he dared to go any further. In the back of his mind, the young man was very much aware of her relationship with Mukuro and what might happen if they carried on.
However all of that seemed far off and irrelevant when Chrome’s hands wandered under his sweater again, invoking muscle contraction as fingers stroked along his sides. A deep exhale and he matched her teasing exploration by hitching her long skirt up.
Playing with the tops of her winter tights, Takeshi gave a testing tug, looking to her for approval. She glanced back before moving his hands. However, just before disappointment set in, Chrome turned to sit in between his legs. Long limbs stretched out on either side and skirt pulled up, she slowly started peeled opaque tights down to reveal smooth and pale legs. Chrome leaned in closer to Takeshi while pulling down the tights until she stopped at mid calf.
Turning to kiss his left ear, finding another little scar just behind it, Chrome curiously tickled the back of his earlobe while he pulled and discarded the garments off her legs.
“Did this come from a pirate attack too?” Chrome asked, words slow to fall from her lips because everything felt warm and fuzzy.
“Hm…don’t remember” Takeshi replied with a smile. She returned the expression, about to ask about other scars only to lose her train of thought all together as Takeshi’s hands smoothed along her legs. As digits disappeared under her skirt, Chrome rested her arms along broad shoulders, arching up then leaning forward into warm touches.
Tickling the hairs along his neck, Chrome’s left eye closed as she folded her legs together, trapping his hands underneath the skirt.
“Give me my hands back” he ‘demanded’, willing to pay the ransom in kisses by Chrome ducked under the attempt, wearing a smile that looked more like a Trickter’s smirk while at the same time holding onto her own charms. There were things about Chrome’s mannerisms, the way she teased and indulged, that Takeshi didn’t remember being there five years ago. And some characteristic about her that screamed Mukuro, until she turned, twisted and wiggled just under or above the definition as to what was his and hers.
For example, just after rejecting his kiss, Chrome attempted to soothe Takeshi’s wounded pride with her over enthusiasm. Mouth awkwardly crushed to hers, Takeshi nearly fell backwards as Chrome leaned fully into his arms.
Legs parted so his hands were released from captivity. Rather than providing much needed support, choose instead to wander the contours of her legs. Skirt fabric rustled under his rising knees, forming a large black taffeta circus tent between them.
Going with the ‘circus’ theme, Chrome giggled at the ‘acrobatics’ dancing along her skin. Face flushed Chrome captured then nibbled Takeshi’s bottom lip, being gentle this time, since she didn’t want to leave another mark on him.
With a light nibble to his neck, Chrome tugged at the thick sweater. Pull, pull, inch by inch.
“Are you trying to get me naked?” Takeshi asked though the smile said that he knew her intentions already.
“Not at all, your sweater just looks uncomfortable and itchy” Chrome quipped in response, words nearly against his grin.
“It is kind of itchy, but warm” he said, offering a half-hearted protest at being stripped.
“I can keep you warm” the female Mist promised, not even trying to be flirty since it was a simple statement of fact. “Ha, that’s pretty bold coming from you” Chrome answered the accusation by kissing the pulse in his neck, spiking temperature higher by stroking along the Rain’s abdomen until he moaned and relented, arms raised up to quickly get rid of the shirt.
“You…” she kissed, “are rather sensitive.” Chrome observed. “A little, I blame the cold though.” Takeshi replied before he mirrored her actions.
Chrome felt her long sleeved blouse being unbuttoned with one hand while the opposite slinked underneath the shirt tails. Yet she didn’t pay it too much mind since Chrome was staring at Takeshi’s biceps. Mukuro-sama was hardly a lazy slouch and Lambo showed signs of developing abs, but Chrome honestly had to give it up to the work of art in front of her.
He had visible muscle definition along his arms, shoulders and torso, but not overdone to the point of bulging and scary. Unable to help herself, Chrome stroked defined abs, drawing out and appreciating the resulting moan. If she weren’t sitting down already Chrome knew her knees would have given out by now just by that sound.
Not one to slack off, Takeshi kissed Chrome’s throat, tugging a gasp from her with a long lick to the collar before sucking at the juncture where right shoulder met neck.
Left eye closed, Chrome paused to brush Takeshi’s hair back as he hummed against her throat making her feel washed in warmth then next became distracted by how he played with her nipples through bra fabric.
‘Wait…where is my shirt?’ Chrome wondered, eye opening as she looked around to find it a few inches away on the floor. “…when did that happen?” she mumbled before losing herself in a kiss. Bottom lip caught between teeth, Chrome decided the vanishing act her shirt pulled didn’t really matter all that much.
It matter significantly less as Takeshi worked off her bra, after many fumbling attempts they would both blame on intoxication. And Takeshi didn’t need to know that it took Lambo under half the time to unclothe her, so Chrome would keep that little terrible secret to herself.
Once completely topless, Chrome felt her pulse race under Takeshi’s hands. The roughness of his palms and digits were surprisingly gentle if contrasting against soft breasts. A cheeky stroke of her tongue against his, only to retreat from the offer to utter a soft moan, nipples peaked and cold until hands covered and offer a mixture of relief and torment by tweaking and pinching. Figuring two could play at that game, Chrome worked on the buckle to Takeshi’s belt, pulling the zipper down.
Playful retaliation was the name of the game, so her skirt was shimmied down, pooling around Chrome’s folded legs as her hips arched up.
Unable to undress each other further while sitting on the floor and legs interlocked, Takeshi pushed up to stand first then offered Chrome a hand. She didn’t let his open fly go unnoticed but it was laughed off then hushed in between multiple little kisses, like a silly secret.
With a tug at his belt, Chrome closed the gap between them, skirt tripping her up a little, so Takeshi reached out to catch her. Their noses bumped at a missed kiss, completely uncoordinated in their short trek from the sitting room and into an unlocked room.
Gokudera groaned at the intrusion of light into his room, head pounding with the start of a hangover. And it got worse as he blinked against the dim lighting to see two shadows. Green eyes grew wide because for a second he thought they were ghosts. Getting overexcited, Gokudera blindly reached for his reading glasses and flipped over his suitcase to rummage through it for his coded journal.
Only to realize that ghosts don’t moan…well they do but if they are truly tormented souls. Not throaty lusty groans. “Chrome…bed…first…” followed by a clumsy thud of two bodies hitting the floor.
“…or here is good too…” Takeshi amended as she kissed his along his stomach and pulled his pants down around ankles. With a tempting tilt of her lips, not quite a sultry smile or an amused smirk, but something in between; Chrome brought an index finger, teasingly poking the forming bulge in his boxer briefs.
“Don’t…” he moaned again as she kissed the exact spot.
Then both parties blinked, cringing as the light above suddenly flicked on. “What. The. Fuck. Are you perverts doing in my room?!” Gokudera hissed out.
“Um…that is…a very good question” Takeshi said with a sheepish grin. Chrome blushed and had enough sense to look ashamed to be caught with her hand inching down Takeshi’s underwear.
“Out. Both of you…I don’t give a fuck if you do the nasty elsewhere, but not. In. my. Bedroom” Gokudera snarled, nearly about to lose in mind in a fit of anger.
Without waiting for another warning, Takeshi scrambled to pull up his pants and all but bodily carried Chrome out with him.
They somehow managed to get to Chrome’s room without being chased or strangled to death. Back against the door, Takeshi took in deep breaths in order to calm down from the near death experience whereas Chrome for one couldn’t be more tickled.
“We…” the indigo haired woman began with a smile and seemingly no idea of the danger they just narrowly escaped “are going to be in so much trouble tomorrow.”
“…uh huh” Takeshi said with a swallow, not sure if he should tell Chrome that Gokudera’s temper was nothing to laugh at, no matter how smashed someone was.
In the next minute, Chrome looped her arms around Takeshi’s neck, bringing him down for a kiss, easing the Rain back into the mood. Not that it was all that difficult to turn his attention back to her. Cupping soft breasts in his palms, Takeshi’s groaned at the soft undulations of her hips, rubbing against his belt instead of his clothed erection but it the motion was effective in getting the point across.
And if he still hadn’t gotten the message, Chrome drove the point home of her intentions by slinking out of his arms, getting down on her knees. With a quick tug, pants were down Takeshi’s ankles again. A quick glance up, Chrome stared at Takeshi while her fingers touched the slit to his underwear.
He shuddered, shoulders braced against the door and prepared…or so Takeshi believed. But Chrome took her sweet time. She stroked around his cock without actually touching the appendage. Then she situated between his legs, getting comfortable while on sitting on folded knees, what with her skit still being in the way that ate up thirty seconds at least. Then she dotted his left leg with kisses and nibbles, rubbing along firm thighs.
While the massage was nice and all, Takeshi really wished she’d pay attention to what was important right now. As if reading his mind, Chrome slid up again, arms now anchored around his middle. A teasing nudge of her lips against the front of his boxer briefs left the man panting.
“God…you are killing me Chrome” Takeshi rasped out as she finally tugged the last article of his clothing down.
Not done with the sweet torment, Chrome stroked so lightly Takeshi barely felt it. He did however feel her hot breath at the cock head. A stroke of her tongue and he about lost it. Brown eyes rolled back when pink lips opened and sucked. Takeshi’s fingers got lost in violet colored hair as Chrome took her time suckling, slowly milking drops of pre come from him.
Her actions were too languished to bring him to an orgasm, but enough stimulation to coil hotly in his gut and make Takeshi twitch and moan.
Once she had enough, Chrome eased off Takeshi’s member, taking a moment to wipe away a stray drop of saliva and pre come from the corner of her lips. Only to tumble back into an opposite wall as Takeshi tackled her.
“Tease” he accused lightly, kissing Chrome’s throat since she seemed to enjoy it the best. Chrome nodded in agreement to the label, while attempting to kick off her skirt. Once that was gone, she was only left in black panties. While she purred at the way Takeshi sucked on her neck, the young woman drew his hands to her panties, peeling them down around knees with his assistance.
Guiding his fingers right where they were needed, Chrome stroked Takeshi’s cock again, reminding him that favors must be returned. Without needing further instruction, he stroked slick folds, drawing shudders and pleased moan from the female Mist. Her mouth dropped open in a long ‘oh’ as Takeshi spread two fingers inside of her then brought them together before sliding in a third. Stifling a groan with the back of her free hand, Chrome gave a testing squeeze to the erection in her other.
“No…” Takeshi pulled her hand down, “None of that” he kissed her mouth, “I want to hear you.”
Chrome nodded, a touch uneasy on her feet as Takeshi removed his hand and led her along to the bed, her skirt and panties discarded as they walked the short distance. Once on the mattress, Chrome silently sought permission to be on top.
A moment’s hesitation then Takeshi nodded, spreading his legs out, cock standing tall. It twitched in her hand as Chrome stroked and squeezed the male organ again.
“You have…a lovely voice” Chrome muttered against his throat, feeling the vibrations of his moan.
“Ha, thanks” Takeshi replied, tilting to nip her right ear. “I would really like to hear yours some more though.”
Chrome swallowed, cheeks flared with a blush. Later on, perhaps as early as tomorrow, she’d marvel how being vocal in bed made her feel more embarrassed than being caught in the act by Gokudera.
Legs stretched out, fingers holding her sex wide, Chrome slowly sank onto the thick head of Takeshi’s member. They both shuddered pleasantly as Chrome pushed forward, inch by inch sinking inside of her tight pussy.
Once she was fully seated, Chrome bit her bottom lip because the tricky part was ahead. Hands braced on Takeshi’s shoulders, she eased back slowly until the head remained, then came down again.
Holding on her closely, Takehi’s hips jerked up to her rhythm, his teeth scraping along her neck so Chrome’s uttered deep noises, sounding like the start up of actual words only to abandon phonetics completely.
As they rocked together, Chrome whimpered as she picked up the pace, purposefully trying to squeeze around Takeshi so he gasped and gripped her hips. With the guide of his hands, Chrome tilted a little to the right to hit a better spot. For a moment, Takeshi watched how her breasts bounced with each decent. Realizing he’d played enough with her chest, Takeshi nuzzled her right breast, capturing a pink nipple into his mouth just before Chrome sank down on him again.
“Ahah…T-Takeshi” she mumbled, letting go of her leverage on his shoulders for a moment to rest her head against the bed post as he suckled her breast. With a pinch to her rear, Chrome was reminded to keep going.
With each rise and fall, Chrome felt her body clench tighter and tighter, desperately seeking to pull oxygen from the atmosphere as each little jerk and roll of her hips brought them both closer. With one hand braced to the bed’s headboard, Chrome attempted to return the favor Takeshi paid to her chest by lightly raking her nails down his chest and abs.
Takeshi jerked up in response, letting go of her breast only to groan between her bosom. Shivering as cold air overtook the brief puff of warmth from Takeshi’s mouth, Chrome clamped her legs down around his waist, right hand now out to grab the bedpost.
Eyes closed, Takeshi moved to hold her hips again before moving behind to cup her butt. His balls clenched tight, threatening to let lose as Chrome moved her hips again to a different angle. Biting his lip, Takeshi held back for only a little longer not wanting to be the first to climax. However, Chrome was determined for this not to be so.
She abruptly stopped, leaving him wanting and cock half buried into her tight sex.
“What are you…” he managed to utter just before Chrome turned her attention back to his chest. Violet colored eye dark with lust, she first lick his neck, easing another inch of his cock out.
Desperate for friction, Takeshi bucked against her, yet Chrome withheld. She copied the hickey marks left on her neck then sucked hard on his adam’s apple.
“God…please…just do something” he said, starting to sound desperate because Takeshi could feel he was within seconds of coming. Instead Chrome drew out his desperation, relishing in it. Licking a left nipple, Chrome reacquainted her fingers with the texture of his muscles, feeling each minuscule twitch and ripple as he struggled to stay composed.
“Tease, I swear. You are…” he mumbled and unable to think about anything else but sheathing fully inside Chrome again.
Easing back, taking a moment to admire her handiwork, Chrome kissed Takeshi gently before fully lifting herself off his cock.
The kiss turned hungry and desperate as Takeshi searched for her hips to pull Chrome back because he was ready and she was being needlessly cruel, only to have her rock back out of reach.
Following her to the edge of the bed, scrambling across the sheets, their mouths met in a deep and wet kiss before he plunged in to the hilt.
Chrome broke away with a moan as Takeshi set a fast pace. Breasts pressed to his chest, Chrome’s arms went over the former baseball player’s broad shoulders, crying out in ecstasy. Bowing her legs back, Chrome held on tight as Takeshi thrust in twice, torn between satisfying friction and wanting to hold him deep inside.
It no longer became an issue by the third sharp thrust Chrome cried out into his right shoulder, eye closed and lips parted yet without a moan as she orgasmed. Takeshi wasn’t too far behind, one last thrust and he was done for, spilling into Chrome.
After they lied to rest for a few minutes, Takeshi moved to pull out, but Chrome closed her legs to keep him in place.
“Can…can you just stay here like this? Please?” she asked, not quite ready to give up the warmth or close physical connection.
How could he say ‘no’ to such an honest request? Kissing her forehead, Takeshi nodded, his arms encircling Chrome and holding her close.
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Gokudera opened the door to find them entangled in sheets and each other, pillows strung all over the place with the last one covering Takeshi’s head.
With a slam of the door, jerking both awake; the Storm stared down his nose at the Rain and female Mist.
“Good morning perverts.”
Chrome blushed and crawled under the covers, Takeshi folded the pillow tighter around his head.
“Come on get up. We’ve got to meet with the head of the Giegue.”
Chrome peeked over the curtains, feeling a little like death warmed over, mouth tasting like cotton and eye bloodshot while a headache thrummed behind her forehead.
Still, she gingerly took one sheet with her for modesty sake, which caused a raised eyebrow with Gokudera.
“Don’t bother. I’ve already seen you topless and I’m not interested, so there’s no point in covering up.”
“…that was mean” Takeshi mumbled only to groan as his bare leg dangling off the bed was nudged by Gokudera.
“Mean? You haven’t seen ‘mean’ yet. Both of you clean yourselves off, brush or whatever and be ready in an hour.”
“Alright…alright” Takeshi said with a yawn, looking about the same as Chrome in terms of ‘fucked-over’. Picking up clothing from her bag, Chrome trotted off to dress elsewhere, leaving Takeshi to his own devices and cringing against Gokudera’s snarls and glaring.
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