Fanfic: Betting Men and Mobsters (D18 Fic/Art Exchange)
Title: Betting Men and Mobsters
Author: rungaily
Recipient: foxarashi
Prompt: Hibari loses a bet and Dino makes him dress as a girl for their next sexual encounter. Hibari agrees to it only if Dino dresses as a girl as well. 8D CROSSDRESSING FTW! Cookies if there's some bondage /o/
Rating: Eh... R
Warnings: I feel like there should be a warning for Traps and copious amounts of Florence and the Machine, but in the end it's just a homo sausage fest. HERE THERE BE DRAGONS? And some light bondage.
Word Count: five 1230
Author's Notes: Cookies all around? ;"D
Hibari Kyouya was seventeen when he noticed the way Dino was looking at him. Well, more accurately, Haru noticed the way Dino looked at him, and Kyouya noticed the way she was giggling (Disruptive. Tsk. Herbivores...). It didn't take long to extract the information from her.
Hibari Kyouya was seventeen and a half when he and Dino first started having sex, and he was twenty-three the first time he glowered in silence instead of cracking steel against bone with Dino murmured 'Mine' into his hair.
Hibari Kyouya was twenty-two when Tsuna married his childhood sweetheart. It was a beautiful ceremony, as was befitting the Vongola Family. Friends, family and allies were all in attendance, and once the ceremony had ended and the reception (affectionately referred to among the ranks as "The Afterparty") had begun, Dino began to make the rounds, smiling and socializing and politely refusing dances.
Eventually he found Kyouya sulking against a window in Tsuna's library, an empty plate discarded on the floor and some of Iemetsu's sake on the sill. "Here you are." Kyouya didn't deign to reply, preferring instead to glower out into the evening. "I was looking for you." That earned him a sour look.
"Don't be an herbivore. That's obvious."
"Weddings always make you so grumpy," Dino laughed.
"There's nothing about herding and breeding that should be celebrated."
"Oh, they're not so bad. Even the Varia showed and were well behaved!"
"Herbivores." Kyouya had always harbored an intense dislike for Xanxus and his men, regarding them as wash-ups who had been beaten by children many years ago in the ring battle, and thus beneath his notice.
"Pfffft."
"You're crowding me here."
"Kyoko looked radiant today."
"Old age is making you sentimental."
"Hahaha I've always been this way."
"Herbivore."
"I was worried at first. She seemed so frail."
"She was fourteen when you met her, Cavallone." A sideways glance.
"I think she'll be fine, though."
"She knows what she's getting into."
"You're right, of course."
"Hmph."
"No need to be so smug about it."
"Did you have a purpose in coming here, Cavallone, or were you hoping to bore me to death with your idle chatter?"
"Well, truth be told..." The don moved closer, and Kyouya resigned himself, tilting his head up for the kiss he knew was coming.
Some time later, the two men sat on the floor against the wall, legs sticking to the hardwood floor and heels prickled by an ancient rug.
"You have no sense of propriety," Kyouya sniffed, far too aloof for someone who had just received the bruises blooming on his shoulders.
"Oh, don't pretend that it bothers you. Just button your jacket and nobody will be able to tell that your shirt's missing buttons."
"You will replace it."
"Sure, sure." Three quarters of the Cloud's wardrobe had been furnished by the Cavallone funds by this point. Dino's housekeepers had taken to simply buying clothes and storing them in the mansion for when Boss and his Student needed them. "You know, we probably have that exact shirt in a closet for you."
Kyouya scoffed. "Your attempts to move me into your home are disgusting. Japan is superior to Italy in every way."
"You spend a lot of time here, for it being an inferior country."
"Business."
"Of course." Laughing to himself, Dino sipped at the last of Kyouya's sake. "I bet you spend more time here than you do anywhere else."
"Regrettable."
"Tsuna likes having you here."
"You like having me here." A sharp look.
"I won't deny it," the don laughed, throwing his hands up. "Hey, let's make a wager..."
Five minutes saw the close of their deal: if Kyouya's trips to Italy over the next month was an even number, he'd dress like the women Dino admired with such sentimentality earlier. If it was an odd number, Dino would have to buy him a new motorcycle for when he was in Italy (the three he already owned were clearly not sufficient).
They put on their clothes and rejoined the party. Well, Dino did, anyway. Kyouya did not deign to stay.
The morning of the thirty-first saw one message on Dino's phone. It was a text from a number the don didn't recognize. He didn't need to. He knew exactly who sent it. It read:
Tonight. I expect to see you in heels or I'll bite you to death.
So he'd won and lost at the same time. that's how it would be. Dino smiled. He should have expected it. Well, how hard could it be to find women's shoes in his size anyway...?
Kyouya was waiting on Dino's bed when he tottered in, all knock-kneed in a pair of glossy Louboutin stilettos. The don was like a colt, all leg and the promise of grace. Someone had shaved his legs, a smooth highway from the shoes up to the miniature skirt wrapped around his waist.
"Come here," Kyouya crooked a finger, looking like some sort of empress, wrapped in a kimono and lounging against the pillows. Dino followed the summons, stepping awkwardly and fidgeting with his tailored collared shirt. "Nervous, Cavallone?" Grinning like a cat, Kyouya swept his eyes down Dino's body. The don shivered visibly, feeling the gaze as sharp as broken glass. He swallowed.
"No." Just uncomfortable. A sheepish smile touched the corners of Dino's mouth. He climbed up onto the bed and began to crawl toward Kyouya, eyes fixed on the hair ornament, somehow affixed to the wild, short hair on the back of his head, dangling and glimmering in the low light.
"Hands and knees," he ordered. Dino froze. "Don't flinch." Kyouya was like a giant cat, coiled, poised and deadly. A smile sliced across his face, and he crawled toward Dino, who wondered if there was ever a time when the Vongola Cloud was not completely in control of himself. The kimono had been fastened loosely and was falling off a shoulder, exposing a slim collarbone. Kyouya wasn't done up like a prim lady. No, he was dressed like a whore, all sensuous lines and exposed bits of skin. That's what you deserve, Cavallone.
Dino's eyes never left him, slinking across his bed like some sort of wild animal. He didn't move a muscle when crimson nails raked down his leg, white fingers smoothing over the welts. "You're such a slut, Cavallone." Handcuffs clicked and Dino found himself with his face buried in pillows, ass in the air and hands behind his back.
"Kyouya--" His voice was muffled in the bedding, which was just as well, as it stifled the sharp intake of breath as lacy red panties were jerked down.
"You're mine, Cavallone," Kyouya hissed, jamming a finger inside of him. "Mine."
The next day, Dino canceled his appointments and sat in the bathtub all day, soothing his aching body and drinking copious amounts of red wine. If his family disapproved of his sexual deviance, they kept their lips sealed, as much for the sake of propriety as out of self preservation. For Kyouya spent the day prowling the Cavallone manor, destroying artwork and furniature he didn't like and taking measurements for things more suiting his taste. Europeans, ugh.
Hibari Kyouya was fifteen when he met Dino Cavallone. He was twenty-two when he claimed the don's home as his own territory.
Author: rungaily
Recipient: foxarashi
Prompt: Hibari loses a bet and Dino makes him dress as a girl for their next sexual encounter. Hibari agrees to it only if Dino dresses as a girl as well. 8D CROSSDRESSING FTW! Cookies if there's some bondage /o/
Rating: Eh... R
Warnings: I feel like there should be a warning for Traps and copious amounts of Florence and the Machine, but in the end it's just a homo sausage fest. HERE THERE BE DRAGONS? And some light bondage.
Word Count: five 1230
Author's Notes: Cookies all around? ;"D
Hibari Kyouya was seventeen when he noticed the way Dino was looking at him. Well, more accurately, Haru noticed the way Dino looked at him, and Kyouya noticed the way she was giggling (Disruptive. Tsk. Herbivores...). It didn't take long to extract the information from her.
Hibari Kyouya was seventeen and a half when he and Dino first started having sex, and he was twenty-three the first time he glowered in silence instead of cracking steel against bone with Dino murmured 'Mine' into his hair.
Hibari Kyouya was twenty-two when Tsuna married his childhood sweetheart. It was a beautiful ceremony, as was befitting the Vongola Family. Friends, family and allies were all in attendance, and once the ceremony had ended and the reception (affectionately referred to among the ranks as "The Afterparty") had begun, Dino began to make the rounds, smiling and socializing and politely refusing dances.
Eventually he found Kyouya sulking against a window in Tsuna's library, an empty plate discarded on the floor and some of Iemetsu's sake on the sill. "Here you are." Kyouya didn't deign to reply, preferring instead to glower out into the evening. "I was looking for you." That earned him a sour look.
"Don't be an herbivore. That's obvious."
"Weddings always make you so grumpy," Dino laughed.
"There's nothing about herding and breeding that should be celebrated."
"Oh, they're not so bad. Even the Varia showed and were well behaved!"
"Herbivores." Kyouya had always harbored an intense dislike for Xanxus and his men, regarding them as wash-ups who had been beaten by children many years ago in the ring battle, and thus beneath his notice.
"Pfffft."
"You're crowding me here."
"Kyoko looked radiant today."
"Old age is making you sentimental."
"Hahaha I've always been this way."
"Herbivore."
"I was worried at first. She seemed so frail."
"She was fourteen when you met her, Cavallone." A sideways glance.
"I think she'll be fine, though."
"She knows what she's getting into."
"You're right, of course."
"Hmph."
"No need to be so smug about it."
"Did you have a purpose in coming here, Cavallone, or were you hoping to bore me to death with your idle chatter?"
"Well, truth be told..." The don moved closer, and Kyouya resigned himself, tilting his head up for the kiss he knew was coming.
Some time later, the two men sat on the floor against the wall, legs sticking to the hardwood floor and heels prickled by an ancient rug.
"You have no sense of propriety," Kyouya sniffed, far too aloof for someone who had just received the bruises blooming on his shoulders.
"Oh, don't pretend that it bothers you. Just button your jacket and nobody will be able to tell that your shirt's missing buttons."
"You will replace it."
"Sure, sure." Three quarters of the Cloud's wardrobe had been furnished by the Cavallone funds by this point. Dino's housekeepers had taken to simply buying clothes and storing them in the mansion for when Boss and his Student needed them. "You know, we probably have that exact shirt in a closet for you."
Kyouya scoffed. "Your attempts to move me into your home are disgusting. Japan is superior to Italy in every way."
"You spend a lot of time here, for it being an inferior country."
"Business."
"Of course." Laughing to himself, Dino sipped at the last of Kyouya's sake. "I bet you spend more time here than you do anywhere else."
"Regrettable."
"Tsuna likes having you here."
"You like having me here." A sharp look.
"I won't deny it," the don laughed, throwing his hands up. "Hey, let's make a wager..."
Five minutes saw the close of their deal: if Kyouya's trips to Italy over the next month was an even number, he'd dress like the women Dino admired with such sentimentality earlier. If it was an odd number, Dino would have to buy him a new motorcycle for when he was in Italy (the three he already owned were clearly not sufficient).
They put on their clothes and rejoined the party. Well, Dino did, anyway. Kyouya did not deign to stay.
The morning of the thirty-first saw one message on Dino's phone. It was a text from a number the don didn't recognize. He didn't need to. He knew exactly who sent it. It read:
Tonight. I expect to see you in heels or I'll bite you to death.
So he'd won and lost at the same time. that's how it would be. Dino smiled. He should have expected it. Well, how hard could it be to find women's shoes in his size anyway...?
Kyouya was waiting on Dino's bed when he tottered in, all knock-kneed in a pair of glossy Louboutin stilettos. The don was like a colt, all leg and the promise of grace. Someone had shaved his legs, a smooth highway from the shoes up to the miniature skirt wrapped around his waist.
"Come here," Kyouya crooked a finger, looking like some sort of empress, wrapped in a kimono and lounging against the pillows. Dino followed the summons, stepping awkwardly and fidgeting with his tailored collared shirt. "Nervous, Cavallone?" Grinning like a cat, Kyouya swept his eyes down Dino's body. The don shivered visibly, feeling the gaze as sharp as broken glass. He swallowed.
"No." Just uncomfortable. A sheepish smile touched the corners of Dino's mouth. He climbed up onto the bed and began to crawl toward Kyouya, eyes fixed on the hair ornament, somehow affixed to the wild, short hair on the back of his head, dangling and glimmering in the low light.
"Hands and knees," he ordered. Dino froze. "Don't flinch." Kyouya was like a giant cat, coiled, poised and deadly. A smile sliced across his face, and he crawled toward Dino, who wondered if there was ever a time when the Vongola Cloud was not completely in control of himself. The kimono had been fastened loosely and was falling off a shoulder, exposing a slim collarbone. Kyouya wasn't done up like a prim lady. No, he was dressed like a whore, all sensuous lines and exposed bits of skin. That's what you deserve, Cavallone.
Dino's eyes never left him, slinking across his bed like some sort of wild animal. He didn't move a muscle when crimson nails raked down his leg, white fingers smoothing over the welts. "You're such a slut, Cavallone." Handcuffs clicked and Dino found himself with his face buried in pillows, ass in the air and hands behind his back.
"Kyouya--" His voice was muffled in the bedding, which was just as well, as it stifled the sharp intake of breath as lacy red panties were jerked down.
"You're mine, Cavallone," Kyouya hissed, jamming a finger inside of him. "Mine."
The next day, Dino canceled his appointments and sat in the bathtub all day, soothing his aching body and drinking copious amounts of red wine. If his family disapproved of his sexual deviance, they kept their lips sealed, as much for the sake of propriety as out of self preservation. For Kyouya spent the day prowling the Cavallone manor, destroying artwork and furniature he didn't like and taking measurements for things more suiting his taste. Europeans, ugh.
Hibari Kyouya was fifteen when he met Dino Cavallone. He was twenty-two when he claimed the don's home as his own territory.