[KHR Fic] One Night in Namimori Middle School [Yamamoto x Hibari x Namimori]
Title: One Night in Namimori Middle School
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 80x18xNamimori - inanimate object worship; 'can't you see I'm busy.' (for khrfest) [also includes Hibari x Namimori and Yamamoto x Namimori]
Warnings: PWP, oh-god-i-can't-believe-she-wrote-that/bad porn
Summary: To conquer the wall, you have to be one with the wall.
Notes: This is the first time I've consciously and willingly written something in 3rd person omniscient, and I'm not sure if the head-hopping is distracting. Please let me know if it's weird.
One Night in Namimori Middle School
For the young Vongola members who are fresh from time traveling, it’s a relief to be back home. “Home” translates to different things for different people: delicious feasts, warm beds, squabbling companions, and more. But for a certain young Vongola Cloud Guardian, home is the beloved headquarters of his territory. By day, it is called “Namimori Middle School”; by night, it is secretly known as “My Love.”
And so, every night in the shadows, away from security cameras, Hibari Kyouya proves just how much he loves his home.
Nearby, a certain young Vongola Rain Guardian cannot sleep because he knows that his home is snatched from him in the future. He doesn’t want to imagine how it happened in that other world, but he swears with all his heart that it won’t happen again. And thoughts like these are no respite from sleep so he goes for a walk.
As he passes by his school, his sharp eyes catch a dark figure along the east side of the building. Yamamoto Takeshi may not be a genius at math, but he definitely knows that midnight plus closed school grounds plus person in the shadows equals one suspicious-looking individual.
Before calling the police, he decides to investigate further. Yamamoto climbs over the gate and stealthily makes his way to where he last saw the perpetrator.
Hibari, preparing for his ritual, has his cheek pressed against the east wall. His eyes are closed, and his fingers slowly trace small circles over the cold brick, scrupulously memorizing its roughness. He hears someone approaching, someone who is attempting to mask his footsteps but is failing, which leads to the conclusion that he is an herbivore. Instinctively curling his hands around a tonfa, he turns around only to see an annoying face.
“Oh, Hibari! It’s you!” says Yamamoto. “Did you catch that person?”
Steel grey eyes bore into Yamamoto’s. If someone were prowling around the school, Hibari would know. Oh, he would absolutely, most certainly know. But since no such threat has crossed his senses, it stands that the herbivore in front of him is wrong.
“No one’s here. If you have no further business, leave.”
Yamamoto scratches the back of his head and settles for Hibari’s word. As the young swordsman turns to go back home, Hibari’s voice pierces through the still night.
“Yamamoto Takeshi.”
Yamamoto wheels around to face his fellow Guardian. “Hmmm?”
“You were defeated by a wall,” says Hibari in a dry and somewhat mocking tone.
Thankful that the darkness is able to conceal his coloring cheeks and the humiliation behind his steadfast eyes, Yamamoto deems it appropriate to play the part of a fool.
“Ahahaha… well, if you say it like that-”
Hibari cuts him off. “You’re an eyesore.”
Those stinging words freeze Yamamoto in place, and he knows he deserves them. He mentally replays his first battle with Genkish, and it hurts. It physically hurts all over again, and Yamamoto lightly shuffles his feet to keep from having to look into Hibari’s ice-cold eyes.
“To conquer the wall,” Hibari continues as he unzips his pants, “you have to be one with the wall.”
He ignores Yamamoto’s widening eyes, choosing instead to glide a tongue and cock over the cool surface of the wall. Hibari’s breath quickens, and a low grunt escapes from his mouth.
Baffled, Yamamoto just stands there with his hands in his pockets. Part of him wants to leave Hibari alone, and part of him wants to stay and help him… somehow.
“Uhh… Hibari? What are you doing?” he asks dumbly.
“Be quiet. Can’t you see I’m busy?” Hibari hisses. He turns around to glare at the other boy and sees a childish, manic glint in those large chocolate eyes.
When Yamamoto comes close to him, so close that the slightest move would’ve been construed as an invitation, Hibari shrinks back a little. The head prefect gasps when large, warm hands encircle his waist.
“Can I?” Yamamoto murmurs, hot breath dangerously close to Hibari’s ear.
“Don’t get in my way,” Hibari replies after a long pause.
Yamamoto smiles and lowers his head towards Hibari’s lips, but the latter turns away at the last minute, settling for wet suctions at his earlobe.
Hibari tilts his head to the side automatically as a cue for Yamamoto to start focusing on his neck. He finds himself being pressed forward to his beloved wall at the same time Yamamoto’s erection caresses the valley of his buttocks. Feeling his knees growing weak, he rakes his nails against the building to remind himself of what’s literally in front of him.
The cold, hard surface against his cock is what he needs, what he wants. Hibari grinds himself against the school, up and down, left and right, slower and faster, faster and faster. Behind him, Yamamoto is fingering his hole, and then -- oh God -- is beginning to insert himself in him. Hibari’s hips buck upward as Yamamoto lets out a low moan against Hibari’s shoulder.
Yamamoto’s movements start out leisurely and a little clumsily, and that’s not good enough for Hibari.
“Faster,” he growls.
Yamamoto obeys, and the desperate heat of his thrusts spread through Hibari like wildfire. Pleasurably sandwiched between hot and cold, Hibari fastens his lips to the wall where the solid surface muffles his groans. It’s as if fire and ice are warring to dominate his body, but at this point, it doesn’t matter which side wins. All he knows is that his body his moving more swiftly than he can think, his cock is enjoying something hard, and so is his ass. He squeezes his eyes shut as Yamamoto snakes a hand up to tease a nipple while burying his moans and grunts in the back of Hibari’s neck.
When the orgasm rockets through his nerves, Hibari stifles a silent scream and empties himself blissfully on Namimori. Moments later, Yamamoto finishes inside him and pulls out.
Yamamoto then watches a glaring Hibari pull up his pants wordlessly.
“Hibari?”
“Not a word,” Hibari replies sharply. He straightens his tie, picks up the tonfa that he doesn’t remember dropping, and promptly leaves the school grounds. It is up to him to keep Namimori his, to keep her safe and happy, and to not let her know his shame of also being aroused by an herbivore.
Yamamoto smiles to himself and pulls up his pants, only to drop them again when he notices two glistening spots on the wall: one from Hibari’s cock and one from Hibari’s mouth.
“Be one with the wall, huh?” he says softly.
With his pants around his ankles, he waddles to the sacred place, places both hands flat against the brick and slowly rubs himself against it. The coldness makes his whole body shudder, but he quickly gets used to it. He dips a tongue on top of Hibari’s leftover saliva. It tastes good. Feels good as well.
Deciding to save this for another time and feeling a little sleepy himself, Yamamoto zips up his pants and kisses the wall goodnight. He slips into the darkness, leaving behind a school whose security cameras catch nothing, but whose east wall knows everything.
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* I've been dying to write something like this for over a year since I had written a skeletal script in cleartempest's journal. I also checked the kink meme to see if anything like this was written before (so I wouldn't inadvertently plagiarize), and there was. So, sadly, I'm not the first to write 8018Namimori, but this was a fun experience nevertheless.
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 80x18xNamimori - inanimate object worship; 'can't you see I'm busy.' (for khrfest) [also includes Hibari x Namimori and Yamamoto x Namimori]
Warnings: PWP, oh-god-i-can't-believe-she-wrote-that/bad porn
Summary: To conquer the wall, you have to be one with the wall.
Notes: This is the first time I've consciously and willingly written something in 3rd person omniscient, and I'm not sure if the head-hopping is distracting. Please let me know if it's weird.
One Night in Namimori Middle School
For the young Vongola members who are fresh from time traveling, it’s a relief to be back home. “Home” translates to different things for different people: delicious feasts, warm beds, squabbling companions, and more. But for a certain young Vongola Cloud Guardian, home is the beloved headquarters of his territory. By day, it is called “Namimori Middle School”; by night, it is secretly known as “My Love.”
And so, every night in the shadows, away from security cameras, Hibari Kyouya proves just how much he loves his home.
Nearby, a certain young Vongola Rain Guardian cannot sleep because he knows that his home is snatched from him in the future. He doesn’t want to imagine how it happened in that other world, but he swears with all his heart that it won’t happen again. And thoughts like these are no respite from sleep so he goes for a walk.
As he passes by his school, his sharp eyes catch a dark figure along the east side of the building. Yamamoto Takeshi may not be a genius at math, but he definitely knows that midnight plus closed school grounds plus person in the shadows equals one suspicious-looking individual.
Before calling the police, he decides to investigate further. Yamamoto climbs over the gate and stealthily makes his way to where he last saw the perpetrator.
Hibari, preparing for his ritual, has his cheek pressed against the east wall. His eyes are closed, and his fingers slowly trace small circles over the cold brick, scrupulously memorizing its roughness. He hears someone approaching, someone who is attempting to mask his footsteps but is failing, which leads to the conclusion that he is an herbivore. Instinctively curling his hands around a tonfa, he turns around only to see an annoying face.
“Oh, Hibari! It’s you!” says Yamamoto. “Did you catch that person?”
Steel grey eyes bore into Yamamoto’s. If someone were prowling around the school, Hibari would know. Oh, he would absolutely, most certainly know. But since no such threat has crossed his senses, it stands that the herbivore in front of him is wrong.
“No one’s here. If you have no further business, leave.”
Yamamoto scratches the back of his head and settles for Hibari’s word. As the young swordsman turns to go back home, Hibari’s voice pierces through the still night.
“Yamamoto Takeshi.”
Yamamoto wheels around to face his fellow Guardian. “Hmmm?”
“You were defeated by a wall,” says Hibari in a dry and somewhat mocking tone.
Thankful that the darkness is able to conceal his coloring cheeks and the humiliation behind his steadfast eyes, Yamamoto deems it appropriate to play the part of a fool.
“Ahahaha… well, if you say it like that-”
Hibari cuts him off. “You’re an eyesore.”
Those stinging words freeze Yamamoto in place, and he knows he deserves them. He mentally replays his first battle with Genkish, and it hurts. It physically hurts all over again, and Yamamoto lightly shuffles his feet to keep from having to look into Hibari’s ice-cold eyes.
“To conquer the wall,” Hibari continues as he unzips his pants, “you have to be one with the wall.”
He ignores Yamamoto’s widening eyes, choosing instead to glide a tongue and cock over the cool surface of the wall. Hibari’s breath quickens, and a low grunt escapes from his mouth.
Baffled, Yamamoto just stands there with his hands in his pockets. Part of him wants to leave Hibari alone, and part of him wants to stay and help him… somehow.
“Uhh… Hibari? What are you doing?” he asks dumbly.
“Be quiet. Can’t you see I’m busy?” Hibari hisses. He turns around to glare at the other boy and sees a childish, manic glint in those large chocolate eyes.
When Yamamoto comes close to him, so close that the slightest move would’ve been construed as an invitation, Hibari shrinks back a little. The head prefect gasps when large, warm hands encircle his waist.
“Can I?” Yamamoto murmurs, hot breath dangerously close to Hibari’s ear.
“Don’t get in my way,” Hibari replies after a long pause.
Yamamoto smiles and lowers his head towards Hibari’s lips, but the latter turns away at the last minute, settling for wet suctions at his earlobe.
Hibari tilts his head to the side automatically as a cue for Yamamoto to start focusing on his neck. He finds himself being pressed forward to his beloved wall at the same time Yamamoto’s erection caresses the valley of his buttocks. Feeling his knees growing weak, he rakes his nails against the building to remind himself of what’s literally in front of him.
The cold, hard surface against his cock is what he needs, what he wants. Hibari grinds himself against the school, up and down, left and right, slower and faster, faster and faster. Behind him, Yamamoto is fingering his hole, and then -- oh God -- is beginning to insert himself in him. Hibari’s hips buck upward as Yamamoto lets out a low moan against Hibari’s shoulder.
Yamamoto’s movements start out leisurely and a little clumsily, and that’s not good enough for Hibari.
“Faster,” he growls.
Yamamoto obeys, and the desperate heat of his thrusts spread through Hibari like wildfire. Pleasurably sandwiched between hot and cold, Hibari fastens his lips to the wall where the solid surface muffles his groans. It’s as if fire and ice are warring to dominate his body, but at this point, it doesn’t matter which side wins. All he knows is that his body his moving more swiftly than he can think, his cock is enjoying something hard, and so is his ass. He squeezes his eyes shut as Yamamoto snakes a hand up to tease a nipple while burying his moans and grunts in the back of Hibari’s neck.
When the orgasm rockets through his nerves, Hibari stifles a silent scream and empties himself blissfully on Namimori. Moments later, Yamamoto finishes inside him and pulls out.
Yamamoto then watches a glaring Hibari pull up his pants wordlessly.
“Hibari?”
“Not a word,” Hibari replies sharply. He straightens his tie, picks up the tonfa that he doesn’t remember dropping, and promptly leaves the school grounds. It is up to him to keep Namimori his, to keep her safe and happy, and to not let her know his shame of also being aroused by an herbivore.
Yamamoto smiles to himself and pulls up his pants, only to drop them again when he notices two glistening spots on the wall: one from Hibari’s cock and one from Hibari’s mouth.
“Be one with the wall, huh?” he says softly.
With his pants around his ankles, he waddles to the sacred place, places both hands flat against the brick and slowly rubs himself against it. The coldness makes his whole body shudder, but he quickly gets used to it. He dips a tongue on top of Hibari’s leftover saliva. It tastes good. Feels good as well.
Deciding to save this for another time and feeling a little sleepy himself, Yamamoto zips up his pants and kisses the wall goodnight. He slips into the darkness, leaving behind a school whose security cameras catch nothing, but whose east wall knows everything.
----
* I've been dying to write something like this for over a year since I had written a skeletal script in cleartempest's journal. I also checked the kink meme to see if anything like this was written before (so I wouldn't inadvertently plagiarize), and there was. So, sadly, I'm not the first to write 8018Namimori, but this was a fun experience nevertheless.