[Fanfict] Hitman Reborn - Pineapple Express - 6918/1896
Title: Pineapple Express
Author: yamikakyuu
Characters: 691896??? Maybe?
Warning: Oh umm well, it starts out smutty but ends alittle harder XD NC-17 just to be on the safe side. implied pineapple reap maybe?
Disclaimer: All based on Amano-sensei's creation.
Dedication: To runesque for her birthday 8D Im glad you got me into KHR and Im glad you always seem to find the time to either one listen to me rant and rave about god knows what and two do the 8 million fanart reqs I seem to have. Really, Im so glad we know eachother ^^
The Waldorf Astoria it was not. From the outside it looked abandoned, honestly it probably should have been. Inside one of the half dozen pay-by-the-hour rooms Hibari Kyouya found himself in a very awkward dilemma.
His hands bound behind him, wrists slightly bleeding from the struggle he was putting up. The sheets lay twisted around the lower half of his body, movement of almost any kind was nearly impossible. A mixture of blood and sweat rolled down from his forehead, pooling slightly in the corner of his eye, stinging it. Blinking rapidly his vision blurs as he fights to free himself. Saliva drips onto the bed as two fingers thrust themselves back into his mouth. He gags, coughing out spit and a little blood.
"Hmm, not a good sign if you gag this easily." A mocking voice says from above. Rokudou Mukuro sits upon Hibari's back, head leaning on his left hand as he forces his captors head into the bed sheets with his right.
Hibari's face twists with pain and hatred.
"Oh my, that's not a very nice look for you." Mukuro replies smiling sweetly at him. Removing his fingers, he leans down holding Hibari's head against the bed. “I wonder, what does it take to get you to smile? Will this?” He whispers, Hibari feels the breath on the back of his ear. Momentarily he feels the pressure on his back shift, he now can turn his head slightly to see sideways. However, the person he sees no longer has a ponytail.
“What has Mukuro-sama done to you?” a soft feminine voice asks. Her delicate hands run down his spine. Gently she rolls him onto his back. “You’re breathing changed.” Chrome stands looking down at Mukuro’s “gift”.
“Untie me.” Hibari growls.
Bending down, Chrome picks up one of the tonfa’s. “I can’t do that. Mukuro-sama said not to. He wants you like this.” Chrome lifts herself back unto the bed, straddling Hibari across his stomach. “Besides, this is going to be fun.”
Laying the tonfa near the top of the bed, Chrome runs her hands down his stomach. Hibari jerks from her touch but this does not intimidate her. Bending down her lips replace hands. “Relax” she breathes.
Her touch stimulates, Hibari tries ignoring it but as always he cannot with her. Stretching back toward him, Chrome lays down on his right side, one leg across his midsection. “You’re bleeding.” Running her fingers over his mouth, Hibari’s instinctive reaction kicks in but she pulls her hand away faster than he can bite down.
“There will be no biting.” She smiles, “Well on your part that is.”
Leaning over he feels her tongue lick the blood from his face. Turning toward her once again his teeth go for her.
Weight shifts.
Pain surges as a hand smacks away his face. Spitting out more blood, Hibari turns back livid at what he sees.
“Didn’t she say no biting?” Mukuro now lies next to him. Hibari thrashes once again trying to get loose and farther away from him. However, pain shoots through him as Mukuro regains leverage jamming his knee into Hibari's side. Grasping a hand full of hair, Mukuro jerks Hibari’s head back.
"Now now, where will that get you?" Mukuro snickers, Hibari feels warm breath on the side of his neck. "Here I thought you were enjoying yourself." Long cold fingers run along the side of Hibari face down toward his lips slowly wiping away some of the blood. Mukuro licks it off his fingers, a devilish smile forming on his face. “Here I give you what you want and what I get in return, someone who won’t play by the rules. That isn’t like you.”
“She is not what I want.” Hibari glaring viciously at his nemesis.
“Oh how sweet, you want me?” Mukuro laughs.
That did it.
With all the force he can gather, Hibari throws himself at Mukuro, finally breaking free of the sheets wrapped around his ankles. Falling off the bed, he lands on top, pinning the Mist Guardian for the moment. But with his hands still bound, Mukuro easily throws Hibari off.
Laying on his side, panting for breath and pissed beyond belief, Hibari looks up to once again see Chrome kneeling down.
“You ready to play by the rules now?” She asks parting his hair with her fingers.
A sarcastic smile forms on Hibari’s face. “No.” He lunges at her, hands now free from the rope. Hibari pins her against the bed, one hand holding her throat, the other reaching for the tonfa still on the floor.
“He shouldn’t have thrown me. While you were doing your part, I was still working the rope behind my back. When we fell, the rope came loose and finally broke apart when I landed.” His grip tightens around her neck, cutting off more oxygen. Her breathing fluctuates.
“Make him come out.” Hibari snarls.
She tries to answer, however no sound comes out. The rooms begins to blur, she blinks rapidly trying to stay focused.
Lessening his grip, Hibari makes his demand again.
“He’s gone already.” Chrome coughs while speaking.
Hibari’s eyes narrow. “I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave you like this.”
“He knows you won’t kill me.” She replies softly.
“Then he doesn’t know me.” He replies directly into her ear. He feels her pulse and breathing quicken again, his hand pressing up on her throat just below her chin.
If you die we will be in trouble…
Hibari hand drops as his own words ring through his head. Chrome coughs rubbing her neck but the stillness is short lived. Grabbing her arm, he throws her onto the bed, its wire frame whining in pain. Before he can jump her, she rolls off, though a bit unsteady she is still fast. Sadly, not fast enough. Hibari seizes her left ankle, pulling her toward him. Chrome kicks but his grip does not falter. Once again he drags her to her feet, pinning her body against the run-down cracked wall. He places both hands on each side of her hips, pushing her into the air.
Leverage.
Penetration.
Thrusting.
Chrome cries out in painful enjoyment. Letting go of any inhibitions, fully knowing what he is doing is wrong, forgiving herself for letting him, she wraps her legs around him for further control. He is mildly surprised at how much she appears to be enjoying this. Looking down at him, her blue eye pierces his own grey eyes, not only does she enjoy it, she wants it. He pushes harder, her nails digging into his shoulders. Minor pain but good enough for him.
Rhythmically he forces himself, her hips answer moving along with him. The intensity between them hovers until finally the deed is done.
Sweating, Hibari leans his head against the wall as she sits on the floor. Silence is broken only by heavy breathing from both of them. A thin smile curves over Hibari’s lips. He has won the battle.
Suddenly the feel of cold steel pushes onto his back, his face slams into the wall. A hand hold his left hand to the wall, the other is bent behind his own back, held in place by the tonfa.
“I didn’t say we were done, did I?” Mukuro laughs. Hibari’s eyes widened in horror and rage. Desperately he tries to kick back but Mukuro only pushes the tonfa harder into his back. “Now now Skylark, you had your fun with my Chrome, it’s my turn now.” Mukuro presses directly against his victim.
The next few minutes might possibly have been the worst of Hibari Kyouya’s life.
***
The aftermath settles, Mukuro sits atop a building looking down on to the city below. Hibari may have called him a coward for disappearing after his fun but Mukuro knew it would deepen the wound that he vowed he would never let heal between them.
Besides, it was fun, well to him it was. Plus he knew Chrome had enjoyed it as well, so two out of three is not bad.
Mukuro-sama? Chrome’s soft voice echoes in his head. Earlier how did you know he wouldn’t kill me?
Mukuro laughs looking up at the sky. “Simple, because I know him.”
END
Author's Notes: Egads...some of this might look familar, I used the starter fict I wrote with Mukuro having Hibari as his bitch for reference ^^;;. Chrome came into play when I remember you saying youd love to see something where the two of them switch on and off. I dont think I pulled it off that great though XD I think I made Chrome a bit OOC...I might actually attempt something like this again if I have time. I hope you like it, Ill admit its not one of my better ones and after all the wonderful stuff you draw me, I really should have been able to kick out something better. Forgive me??? m(__)m
I fail at titles but hey I wrote something over 1000 words! \o/
Author: yamikakyuu
Characters: 691896??? Maybe?
Warning: Oh umm well, it starts out smutty but ends alittle harder XD NC-17 just to be on the safe side. implied pineapple reap maybe?
Disclaimer: All based on Amano-sensei's creation.
Dedication: To runesque for her birthday 8D Im glad you got me into KHR and Im glad you always seem to find the time to either one listen to me rant and rave about god knows what and two do the 8 million fanart reqs I seem to have. Really, Im so glad we know eachother ^^
The Waldorf Astoria it was not. From the outside it looked abandoned, honestly it probably should have been. Inside one of the half dozen pay-by-the-hour rooms Hibari Kyouya found himself in a very awkward dilemma.
His hands bound behind him, wrists slightly bleeding from the struggle he was putting up. The sheets lay twisted around the lower half of his body, movement of almost any kind was nearly impossible. A mixture of blood and sweat rolled down from his forehead, pooling slightly in the corner of his eye, stinging it. Blinking rapidly his vision blurs as he fights to free himself. Saliva drips onto the bed as two fingers thrust themselves back into his mouth. He gags, coughing out spit and a little blood.
"Hmm, not a good sign if you gag this easily." A mocking voice says from above. Rokudou Mukuro sits upon Hibari's back, head leaning on his left hand as he forces his captors head into the bed sheets with his right.
Hibari's face twists with pain and hatred.
"Oh my, that's not a very nice look for you." Mukuro replies smiling sweetly at him. Removing his fingers, he leans down holding Hibari's head against the bed. “I wonder, what does it take to get you to smile? Will this?” He whispers, Hibari feels the breath on the back of his ear. Momentarily he feels the pressure on his back shift, he now can turn his head slightly to see sideways. However, the person he sees no longer has a ponytail.
“What has Mukuro-sama done to you?” a soft feminine voice asks. Her delicate hands run down his spine. Gently she rolls him onto his back. “You’re breathing changed.” Chrome stands looking down at Mukuro’s “gift”.
“Untie me.” Hibari growls.
Bending down, Chrome picks up one of the tonfa’s. “I can’t do that. Mukuro-sama said not to. He wants you like this.” Chrome lifts herself back unto the bed, straddling Hibari across his stomach. “Besides, this is going to be fun.”
Laying the tonfa near the top of the bed, Chrome runs her hands down his stomach. Hibari jerks from her touch but this does not intimidate her. Bending down her lips replace hands. “Relax” she breathes.
Her touch stimulates, Hibari tries ignoring it but as always he cannot with her. Stretching back toward him, Chrome lays down on his right side, one leg across his midsection. “You’re bleeding.” Running her fingers over his mouth, Hibari’s instinctive reaction kicks in but she pulls her hand away faster than he can bite down.
“There will be no biting.” She smiles, “Well on your part that is.”
Leaning over he feels her tongue lick the blood from his face. Turning toward her once again his teeth go for her.
Weight shifts.
Pain surges as a hand smacks away his face. Spitting out more blood, Hibari turns back livid at what he sees.
“Didn’t she say no biting?” Mukuro now lies next to him. Hibari thrashes once again trying to get loose and farther away from him. However, pain shoots through him as Mukuro regains leverage jamming his knee into Hibari's side. Grasping a hand full of hair, Mukuro jerks Hibari’s head back.
"Now now, where will that get you?" Mukuro snickers, Hibari feels warm breath on the side of his neck. "Here I thought you were enjoying yourself." Long cold fingers run along the side of Hibari face down toward his lips slowly wiping away some of the blood. Mukuro licks it off his fingers, a devilish smile forming on his face. “Here I give you what you want and what I get in return, someone who won’t play by the rules. That isn’t like you.”
“She is not what I want.” Hibari glaring viciously at his nemesis.
“Oh how sweet, you want me?” Mukuro laughs.
That did it.
With all the force he can gather, Hibari throws himself at Mukuro, finally breaking free of the sheets wrapped around his ankles. Falling off the bed, he lands on top, pinning the Mist Guardian for the moment. But with his hands still bound, Mukuro easily throws Hibari off.
Laying on his side, panting for breath and pissed beyond belief, Hibari looks up to once again see Chrome kneeling down.
“You ready to play by the rules now?” She asks parting his hair with her fingers.
A sarcastic smile forms on Hibari’s face. “No.” He lunges at her, hands now free from the rope. Hibari pins her against the bed, one hand holding her throat, the other reaching for the tonfa still on the floor.
“He shouldn’t have thrown me. While you were doing your part, I was still working the rope behind my back. When we fell, the rope came loose and finally broke apart when I landed.” His grip tightens around her neck, cutting off more oxygen. Her breathing fluctuates.
“Make him come out.” Hibari snarls.
She tries to answer, however no sound comes out. The rooms begins to blur, she blinks rapidly trying to stay focused.
Lessening his grip, Hibari makes his demand again.
“He’s gone already.” Chrome coughs while speaking.
Hibari’s eyes narrow. “I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave you like this.”
“He knows you won’t kill me.” She replies softly.
“Then he doesn’t know me.” He replies directly into her ear. He feels her pulse and breathing quicken again, his hand pressing up on her throat just below her chin.
If you die we will be in trouble…
Hibari hand drops as his own words ring through his head. Chrome coughs rubbing her neck but the stillness is short lived. Grabbing her arm, he throws her onto the bed, its wire frame whining in pain. Before he can jump her, she rolls off, though a bit unsteady she is still fast. Sadly, not fast enough. Hibari seizes her left ankle, pulling her toward him. Chrome kicks but his grip does not falter. Once again he drags her to her feet, pinning her body against the run-down cracked wall. He places both hands on each side of her hips, pushing her into the air.
Leverage.
Penetration.
Thrusting.
Chrome cries out in painful enjoyment. Letting go of any inhibitions, fully knowing what he is doing is wrong, forgiving herself for letting him, she wraps her legs around him for further control. He is mildly surprised at how much she appears to be enjoying this. Looking down at him, her blue eye pierces his own grey eyes, not only does she enjoy it, she wants it. He pushes harder, her nails digging into his shoulders. Minor pain but good enough for him.
Rhythmically he forces himself, her hips answer moving along with him. The intensity between them hovers until finally the deed is done.
Sweating, Hibari leans his head against the wall as she sits on the floor. Silence is broken only by heavy breathing from both of them. A thin smile curves over Hibari’s lips. He has won the battle.
Suddenly the feel of cold steel pushes onto his back, his face slams into the wall. A hand hold his left hand to the wall, the other is bent behind his own back, held in place by the tonfa.
“I didn’t say we were done, did I?” Mukuro laughs. Hibari’s eyes widened in horror and rage. Desperately he tries to kick back but Mukuro only pushes the tonfa harder into his back. “Now now Skylark, you had your fun with my Chrome, it’s my turn now.” Mukuro presses directly against his victim.
The next few minutes might possibly have been the worst of Hibari Kyouya’s life.
***
The aftermath settles, Mukuro sits atop a building looking down on to the city below. Hibari may have called him a coward for disappearing after his fun but Mukuro knew it would deepen the wound that he vowed he would never let heal between them.
Besides, it was fun, well to him it was. Plus he knew Chrome had enjoyed it as well, so two out of three is not bad.
Mukuro-sama? Chrome’s soft voice echoes in his head. Earlier how did you know he wouldn’t kill me?
Mukuro laughs looking up at the sky. “Simple, because I know him.”
END
Author's Notes: Egads...some of this might look familar, I used the starter fict I wrote with Mukuro having Hibari as his bitch for reference ^^;;. Chrome came into play when I remember you saying youd love to see something where the two of them switch on and off. I dont think I pulled it off that great though XD I think I made Chrome a bit OOC...I might actually attempt something like this again if I have time. I hope you like it, Ill admit its not one of my better ones and after all the wonderful stuff you draw me, I really should have been able to kick out something better. Forgive me??? m(__)m
I fail at titles but hey I wrote something over 1000 words! \o/