[KHR Fanfic] 20YL!Lambo x TYL!Hibari - NC-17
Finally had the chance to polish this up. It's a companion fic to this one, hence the lazy title. It's one of my favorite pairings. This is my first time to get this explicit with a fic. It's a stepping stone for this smut that I'm planning to write before August.
Title: Five More Minutes: Part Deux
Author: dame_batsie
Pairing: 20YL!Lambo x TYL!Hibari (actually, it's more like Hibari's 29 and Lambo is 19/29)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: yaoi, sexuality, light spanking, badly-written pr0nz?
Word Count: 1426
Five More Minutes: Part Deux
He was mad at himself for needing extra days to complete his mission. But he was home now. The Cloud Guardian’s footsteps gradually quickened as he approached his bedroom. As he stepped through the door, he heard the sounds of the shower turning off.
As if on cue, Hibari hastily loosened his tie and tossed it on the floor. His suit jacket and shoes met the ground in the same manner. He jammed his hands in his pockets and frowned. When he couldn't find what he was searching for, he bent down on the floor to check his jacket. One by one, he opened the drawers in the room and slammed them back into the wall. Damn, the cigarettes must be in the communication room. He turned to walk out the room when a familiar sultry voice stopped him.
"Welcome back. Leaving so soon?"
Hibari turned his head and rested his eyes on the figure before him. There stood Lambo, clad only in a towel draped around his waist. Droplets of water fell from his matted dark hair to his pale, smooth collarbone and traveled down to his toned torso. His scrawniness had shown improvement over the past few years.
"Well, I was leaving," replied Hibari as he shut the door to seal his fate for the night. Then he broke into a wicked smile. "And I assume you're going to give me a reason to stay?"
The nineteen-year-old smiled seductively. "Yep, if you come over here."
Hibari hesitated. That was supposed to be his line. Oh well. It wouldn't hurt to have the other have his way once in a while. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down in front of Lambo.
"You know," he said half seriously, "you used my shower again without my permission."
The lazy-eyed Guardian chuckled. "I guess I deserve to be punished."
Blush spread across Hibari's cheeks. This kid knew the right things to say to get him riled up. Reaching under the towel in front of him, he caressed the stiffness. With a gentle tug, he pulled Lambo forward.
Lambo gasped, lost his footing, and collapsed on top of his lover on the bed.
"Stupid cow," murmured Hibari against Lambo's shower-wet shoulder.
"I've been wondering," said Lambo as he traced circles around Hibari's chest, "do you think we'll be together in the future?"
Hibari pulled the younger man closer to him. "No talking," he commanded.
The thought had been plaguing Lambo all day. Sure, it was inspired by a soap opera he had seen that morning, but it was a question that all couples would have to face sooner or later. An idea struck him.
Yelling, "I'll be back!" over his shoulder, Lambo dashed out of the room, leaving behind a frustrated man.
A sigh escaped from Hibari's lips. The younger man needed to be taught a lesson on how not to leave partners during moments like these. Moments later, Lambo returned with a purple bazooka. Hibari jumped up.
"What the hell are you doing with that?"
Lambo patted his treasure. He hadn't used it in years, but he figured it would still work. He explained his plans for using the ten-year bazooka to journey into the future to see if they would still be a couple.
Hibari insisted that it was useless. That the future was constantly evolving due to current events. That he should put that goddamn thing away before he was going to be bitten to death. Hibari hated the bazooka. It reminded him of times when child Lambo would randomly appear, point, and exclaim, "Ahhh! It's the scary man!" When it happened during inopportune times, Hibari did not hesitate to send the child back to his era with a bruise or two.
"Five minutes. I just want to see," said Lambo as he held out the bazooka in front him with his finger on the trigger.
Before Hibari could protest, a loud shot sounded, sending his Lambo into the future. His heart raced in anticipation of his replacement.
The first evidence of Lambo's replacement was sounds of ecstasy ringing clear in the room. When the smoke cleared, Hibari saw a naked man on all fours in the middle of his bed with one hand stimulating himself and the other hand clenching the sheets, panting and moaning as if he were approaching the pinnacle. He was wearing only a cowbell around his neck. The arhythmic clanging of the cowbell was new and somewhat exciting to his ears.
The sight before him turned Hibari red to his ears. This Lambo's hair was longer, ending in several small braids. Muscles filled out the lanky man he currently -- or previously -- knew. His eyes traced the contours of his biceps to his smooth shoulder blade decorated with the ink of a lightning bolt to the firmed backside that was glistening with...
Hibari narrowed his eyes as if he were looking at poison. Whose was it?
The older Lambo, finally aware of what had transpired, looked around in confusion. "Ah, young Kyoya," he said to himself.
Moving closer to the visitor from the future, Hibari swiped a finger across Lambo's rump. He displayed the finger and demanded, "Whose is this?"
Lambo sat cross-legged on the bed and smiled. "My, my...always territorial, aren't you?" Seeing no change in Hibari's expression, he continued. "To answer your question, it's yours. So don't worry."
Lambo smiled and leaned close to Hibari's ear. "You know, you should be nicer to me when my other self returns. Because I can take good...care..."
This deeper, more mature his voice made the fabric rise in Hibari's pants. He couldn't believe this was Lambo. Older, sexier, more masculine, more experienced.
"...of..."
The low purr tickling his ear nearly sent Hibari over the edge.
"...you."
That was the last straw. "Kiss me," demanded Hibari. He grabbed the man's face and hungrily kissed him. Lips parted, and tongues massaged teeth, tongues, and the rest of the mouth.
Hibari felt himself being pressed backwards against the bed. The weight of the body on top of him was grinding splendidly against his groin.
"Not...bad," said Hibari between breaths.
He was abruptly silenced by Lambo's eager lips. Hibari shuddered at the warm tongue traveling up his neck and at the hand snaking down below the waist. Lambo moved to his chest, planting a kiss for every button he unfastened. The feeling of cold metal from the cowbell contacting his bare skin sent waves throughout his body.
In response, Hibari allowed his hands to fall from Lambo’s back to his backside, feeling and memorizing the muscled skin with his fingers. Lambo sat up and removed Hibari's belt. Taking the flesh into his mouth, the Thunder Guardian from the future teased the tip with his tongue, making Hibari throw his head back. A low moan escaped his throat, and Hibari placed his hands around the Lambo's head. The pressure and speed of the tongue brought new sensations. He clenched a fistful of hair between his fingers, evoking an "ow" from his temporary partner. His legs firmly wrapped around Lambo's shoulders. Five minutes or not, there was no way he was going to let him go. He opened his eyes and watched the rhythmic bobbing of Lambo's head.
"Turn around," Lambo commanded.
Hibari gasped as a tentative finger slowly slid into his opening. A sharp but light slap to his backside caused Hibari to whip his head back in bewilderment.
Lambo chuckled. "You think you won't like it now, but believe me, you will."
The Vongola antisocialite felt his cheeks being spread apart and readied himself by clutching a bedpost. Lambo was fully inside him now. His rhythm began slowly and picked up speed. In and out, in and out...
The sensual thrusts, the pounding of the bed frame against the wall, the breathy moans, and the metal clanking of the cowbell all sang in perfect unison. As luck would have it, Lambo disappeared in smoke. The familiar Lambo reappeared sans towel and with fresh bruise on the cheek. His hands were held up in defense. "If you kill me now, then I won't be around for the future! Please stop!" he screamed. "...What? I'm back?" he looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.
Disappointed, yet amused, Hibari sat up in bed and snorted. He had a pretty good idea of what happened during Lambo's ordeal.
Lambo stared at the pantless man in front of him. "W-What happened to you?" he asked stupidly.
"Shut up. Come over here and finish what you started."
NOTE: The idea of 20YL!Lambo wearing a cowbell during sex came to me BEFORE I read this Reborn x Lambo doujinshi (can't remember the name of it...too lazy to look it up). When I read it, I was like, "Goddamn it, it looks even hotter than how I described it."
Title: Five More Minutes: Part Deux
Author: dame_batsie
Pairing: 20YL!Lambo x TYL!Hibari (actually, it's more like Hibari's 29 and Lambo is 19/29)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: yaoi, sexuality, light spanking, badly-written pr0nz?
Word Count: 1426
Five More Minutes: Part Deux
He was mad at himself for needing extra days to complete his mission. But he was home now. The Cloud Guardian’s footsteps gradually quickened as he approached his bedroom. As he stepped through the door, he heard the sounds of the shower turning off.
As if on cue, Hibari hastily loosened his tie and tossed it on the floor. His suit jacket and shoes met the ground in the same manner. He jammed his hands in his pockets and frowned. When he couldn't find what he was searching for, he bent down on the floor to check his jacket. One by one, he opened the drawers in the room and slammed them back into the wall. Damn, the cigarettes must be in the communication room. He turned to walk out the room when a familiar sultry voice stopped him.
"Welcome back. Leaving so soon?"
Hibari turned his head and rested his eyes on the figure before him. There stood Lambo, clad only in a towel draped around his waist. Droplets of water fell from his matted dark hair to his pale, smooth collarbone and traveled down to his toned torso. His scrawniness had shown improvement over the past few years.
"Well, I was leaving," replied Hibari as he shut the door to seal his fate for the night. Then he broke into a wicked smile. "And I assume you're going to give me a reason to stay?"
The nineteen-year-old smiled seductively. "Yep, if you come over here."
Hibari hesitated. That was supposed to be his line. Oh well. It wouldn't hurt to have the other have his way once in a while. He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down in front of Lambo.
"You know," he said half seriously, "you used my shower again without my permission."
The lazy-eyed Guardian chuckled. "I guess I deserve to be punished."
Blush spread across Hibari's cheeks. This kid knew the right things to say to get him riled up. Reaching under the towel in front of him, he caressed the stiffness. With a gentle tug, he pulled Lambo forward.
Lambo gasped, lost his footing, and collapsed on top of his lover on the bed.
"Stupid cow," murmured Hibari against Lambo's shower-wet shoulder.
"I've been wondering," said Lambo as he traced circles around Hibari's chest, "do you think we'll be together in the future?"
Hibari pulled the younger man closer to him. "No talking," he commanded.
The thought had been plaguing Lambo all day. Sure, it was inspired by a soap opera he had seen that morning, but it was a question that all couples would have to face sooner or later. An idea struck him.
Yelling, "I'll be back!" over his shoulder, Lambo dashed out of the room, leaving behind a frustrated man.
A sigh escaped from Hibari's lips. The younger man needed to be taught a lesson on how not to leave partners during moments like these. Moments later, Lambo returned with a purple bazooka. Hibari jumped up.
"What the hell are you doing with that?"
Lambo patted his treasure. He hadn't used it in years, but he figured it would still work. He explained his plans for using the ten-year bazooka to journey into the future to see if they would still be a couple.
Hibari insisted that it was useless. That the future was constantly evolving due to current events. That he should put that goddamn thing away before he was going to be bitten to death. Hibari hated the bazooka. It reminded him of times when child Lambo would randomly appear, point, and exclaim, "Ahhh! It's the scary man!" When it happened during inopportune times, Hibari did not hesitate to send the child back to his era with a bruise or two.
"Five minutes. I just want to see," said Lambo as he held out the bazooka in front him with his finger on the trigger.
Before Hibari could protest, a loud shot sounded, sending his Lambo into the future. His heart raced in anticipation of his replacement.
The first evidence of Lambo's replacement was sounds of ecstasy ringing clear in the room. When the smoke cleared, Hibari saw a naked man on all fours in the middle of his bed with one hand stimulating himself and the other hand clenching the sheets, panting and moaning as if he were approaching the pinnacle. He was wearing only a cowbell around his neck. The arhythmic clanging of the cowbell was new and somewhat exciting to his ears.
The sight before him turned Hibari red to his ears. This Lambo's hair was longer, ending in several small braids. Muscles filled out the lanky man he currently -- or previously -- knew. His eyes traced the contours of his biceps to his smooth shoulder blade decorated with the ink of a lightning bolt to the firmed backside that was glistening with...
Hibari narrowed his eyes as if he were looking at poison. Whose was it?
The older Lambo, finally aware of what had transpired, looked around in confusion. "Ah, young Kyoya," he said to himself.
Moving closer to the visitor from the future, Hibari swiped a finger across Lambo's rump. He displayed the finger and demanded, "Whose is this?"
Lambo sat cross-legged on the bed and smiled. "My, my...always territorial, aren't you?" Seeing no change in Hibari's expression, he continued. "To answer your question, it's yours. So don't worry."
Lambo smiled and leaned close to Hibari's ear. "You know, you should be nicer to me when my other self returns. Because I can take good...care..."
This deeper, more mature his voice made the fabric rise in Hibari's pants. He couldn't believe this was Lambo. Older, sexier, more masculine, more experienced.
"...of..."
The low purr tickling his ear nearly sent Hibari over the edge.
"...you."
That was the last straw. "Kiss me," demanded Hibari. He grabbed the man's face and hungrily kissed him. Lips parted, and tongues massaged teeth, tongues, and the rest of the mouth.
Hibari felt himself being pressed backwards against the bed. The weight of the body on top of him was grinding splendidly against his groin.
"Not...bad," said Hibari between breaths.
He was abruptly silenced by Lambo's eager lips. Hibari shuddered at the warm tongue traveling up his neck and at the hand snaking down below the waist. Lambo moved to his chest, planting a kiss for every button he unfastened. The feeling of cold metal from the cowbell contacting his bare skin sent waves throughout his body.
In response, Hibari allowed his hands to fall from Lambo’s back to his backside, feeling and memorizing the muscled skin with his fingers. Lambo sat up and removed Hibari's belt. Taking the flesh into his mouth, the Thunder Guardian from the future teased the tip with his tongue, making Hibari throw his head back. A low moan escaped his throat, and Hibari placed his hands around the Lambo's head. The pressure and speed of the tongue brought new sensations. He clenched a fistful of hair between his fingers, evoking an "ow" from his temporary partner. His legs firmly wrapped around Lambo's shoulders. Five minutes or not, there was no way he was going to let him go. He opened his eyes and watched the rhythmic bobbing of Lambo's head.
"Turn around," Lambo commanded.
Hibari gasped as a tentative finger slowly slid into his opening. A sharp but light slap to his backside caused Hibari to whip his head back in bewilderment.
Lambo chuckled. "You think you won't like it now, but believe me, you will."
The Vongola antisocialite felt his cheeks being spread apart and readied himself by clutching a bedpost. Lambo was fully inside him now. His rhythm began slowly and picked up speed. In and out, in and out...
The sensual thrusts, the pounding of the bed frame against the wall, the breathy moans, and the metal clanking of the cowbell all sang in perfect unison. As luck would have it, Lambo disappeared in smoke. The familiar Lambo reappeared sans towel and with fresh bruise on the cheek. His hands were held up in defense. "If you kill me now, then I won't be around for the future! Please stop!" he screamed. "...What? I'm back?" he looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.
Disappointed, yet amused, Hibari sat up in bed and snorted. He had a pretty good idea of what happened during Lambo's ordeal.
Lambo stared at the pantless man in front of him. "W-What happened to you?" he asked stupidly.
"Shut up. Come over here and finish what you started."
NOTE: The idea of 20YL!Lambo wearing a cowbell during sex came to me BEFORE I read this Reborn x Lambo doujinshi (can't remember the name of it...too lazy to look it up). When I read it, I was like, "Goddamn it, it looks even hotter than how I described it."