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The Katekyou Hitman Reborn! Kink Meme 3!
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Kyoya was only listening because the Horse wouldn’t shut up if he didn’t at least pretend to be taking his advice to heart. Still, the prefect found himself without an excuse when he asked, “So, in your lowly opinion what should I do…in terms of courtship to get a partner I want.”
Dino was torn between excitement and worry. Excited because Kyoya was willingly being attentive to something which didn’t involve fighting, but also worried…no terrified. Because if Kyoya was taking him seriously…then that meant there was a special lady out there. Special enough for Kyoya to put down his pride for a few minutes. Someone Kyoya felt was worthy enough of his attention…and if she accepted…that would mean the possibility of ‘little’ Hibari-s-. The thought of his former student reproducing sent a shiver down his spine. So yes, Dino was torn.
“Well uh…I’m really not one to go to for advice on how to get a girl, usually they come to me” the blond mafia boss said. “…you don’t say.” Was Hibari’s very dry response, not at all impressed by the Bronco’s ‘subtle’ boasting about his good looks.
“But, my winning personality and jackpot genetics aside, the only thing I can suggest you do is…”The pause dragged on for nearly a minute, wearing Kyoya’s patience and also making it clear he was listening and annoyed his ‘mentor’ was withholding a secret.
“Nothing” For his attempt at being dramatic and ‘cute’, Dino had a tonfa thrown at his head. After a momentary black-out, blood coming from a wound on his head, Dino blinked around crimson to see his student walking away. “Wait, Kyoya I didn’t finish what I had to say!”
--“Sorry for intruding.” Chrome said, bowing to Tsuna’s mother. She felt a bit better knowing Boss, while reluctant; was allowing her to stay for a short time- of course having a gun pointed at his head by Reborn helped the mafia boss decide rather quickly.
“Ah you’re Bianchi’s friend?” Nana asked. “S-something like that” Chrome muttered. Much like she had vaguely explained to Tsuna and Reborn, Chrome didn’t want people to know it was Hibari-san she was hiding from. Or exactly why she wanted to hide from him, however Bianchi was surprisingly astute.
“You look like someone who’s had their heart broken” she said not a moment after Chrome put bags down and moved to put her clothes away. A left eye blinked owlishly, “I…no…it’s not love. We…he only wanted to feel me up most of the time.”
A lazy smile appeared on the woman’s lips, “Sometimes that’s the only way a man can express himself.” Chrome doubted she and Bianchi were on the same page. “He…he got angry at me yesterday and then suddenly wanted to come back and bribe me…with clothes and a place to stay.” Chrome tried to explain. Bianchi leaned back on the bed, magazine forgotten, “And your answer to his offer?”
“No.” Chrome replied, feeling like she might be scolded. Bianchi reacted differently than she predicted though, “Good job then. Love is important but it can’t be bought.” ‘Is it really a ‘good job’ though if Hibari-san doesn’t really listen?’ Chrome wondered. She didn’t want to bring trouble to the Boss and his family, but since Hibari-san felt comfortable enough to invade the health center whenever he felt like it…
“Let me ask you this then…” the long haired woman asked, able to look so poised and casual while reclining on the large bed they’d be sharing, “Do you like him?”
-Chrome swallowed, nervously shifting on her feet. She didn’t want to answer that. What did her feelings matter anyway? She told Hibari-san early on that she didn’t want to be touched, yet he did it anyway as if nothing had been said at all.
When he touched her, Chrome recalled feeling good for a little while. Other than Mukuro-sama needing her body on occasion and serving Tsuna as a Mist Guardian, no one else really needed or wanted her around. Looking back, Chrome knew she had been stupid for believing it was something good for her. To be treated like a doll or an object in general.
“I do…like him, but” Chrome’s voice trailed off. She didn’t want to be ‘bought’ or be used for whatever Mukuro-sama wanted with Hibari. Not anymore.
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After a few days spent with Boss and his ‘lively’ family, Chrome received a text from Chikusa that all was clear on the home front and asked when she would be coming back. Seeing it as a sign she had taken advantage of the Sawada family enough, Chrome thanked Nana-san for her hospitality, Boss for letting her stay, and Reborn-san for making her stay.
“I’ll walk with you.” Bianchi offered, carrying a bag of Chrome’s before the girl could protest. For awhile their walk was dead quiet, then…
“Have you been thinking about what I said?” she inquired. Chrome nibbled her lip, “A little bit”, the girl admitted. “One last thing,” Bianchi began, “Do not become a martyr. Love is a great thing but it also means little it you don’t respect yourself.”
Chrome took those words to heart because it seemed Bianchi was experienced in these sort of things. Once they reached the bus stop, Bianchi returned to the Sawada house, Chrome having only to wait a few minutes until the bus pulled to the curb. She boarded, yet stopped for a moment, heart in her throat as a violet colored eye spotted someone on a motorcycle. The bike stopped at the red light, yellow bird momentarily stopping on the handle bars before taking flight again. The rider’s face was obscured by a helmet, but for a moment Chrome had a very irrational thought.
What if it was him? Swallowing, she sank down into a bus bench, keeping her head ducked until the rider pulled away once the light changed. Once back the amusement park, Chrome never felt so glad to see the broken windows and worn down buildings. No one to inquire about her ‘love life’ or dispense advice, no more explosions or interruptions as meal time…no more Hibari-san coming around to toy with her body as he pleased.
Two months. And he was in hell. It had to be hell. For although he hadn’t seen the girl in eight weeks- and counting- Kyoya Hibari found himself mentally assaulted from all sides: he couldn’t sleep without her face appearing and his concentration whenever he heard a female voice pass outside the Reception Room in between class changes.
He would put up with it though, because this was a test. Or rather a challenge issued to him by Dino. That Bronco told him if he waited long enough, the girl would come back to him: “You probably scared her by being so…well you. Back off a little and have her miss you”. How long was he supposed to wait though?
Members of the Discipline Committee gave their leader a very wide space as the days dragged on. He was never a mellow or peaceable person, but lately his bellicose nature seemed to be heightened. Kyoya had been made aware- thanks to information given to him by his deputy- that Chrome Dokuro, finally had a name to go with the girl; was staying at Sawada for a short time. However, when he asked the baby about it, it ‘smirked’ at him and walked on. Scowling, Kyoya looked out at the empty courtyard, no one left on campus. Then, just as he was about to turn away from the window, Kyoya spotted movement. Looking back to the pane of glass, he saw a girl timidly set foot on his school courtyard.
Small, purple hair, right side of face covered by a black eye patch and…despite his best efforts a smirk formed on Kyoya’s mouth, because she was wearing the Namimori uniform. “So, looks like the Bronco wasn’t so stupid after all.” Only for Hibari to glare around the room and make sure no one else heard him admit Dino was useful for something. Luckily, only Hibrid was around, otherwise there would have been bloodshed.
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Once the girl, Chrome, groveled and said she was an idiot for rejecting his offers, then Kyoya could grace her with his attention again. It’s how it worked with his committee members. If they messed up on a job, they’d beg for forgiveness and pledge to do anything, so in Kyoya’s mind this girl would do the same: beg and then make up for her foolishness.
A small shiver, a perverse sort of pleasure rippling through him, hormones so deprived of the new found outlet, because just the thought of her prostrate on the floor and pleading was enough to get a rise out of Kyoya.
A quick glance to the window, she was no longer visible in the courtyard thus he assumed the girl must already be inside. So, he had ten minutes to wait at the most. Ten minutes turned to twenty. Thirty. Forty. Fifty…what was keeping her so long? Did she get lost? …probably. Stupid herbivores and their sense of direction…
In the end he decided it was high time to take a quick patrol around the school (not because he was within an inch of finding Dokuro and dragging her back to the office if Kyoya found her cowering somewhere), but because Kyoya needed to make his rounds to make sure the clubs and other committees weren’t plotting against him.
Little did he know that while Chrome was on campus, she was hardly lost…
“So that guy over there..” Chrome’s gaze followed where the Rain Guardian was pointing, namely the person several meters behind the pitcher.
“That’s the…” she frowned while mulling over all the baseball positions he had taught her, “the short stop?”
The boy beamed, “Yep! Now number 59 is…” “Takeshi, you’re up next to bating practice” the coach interrupted. “Got it, see you in a little while Chrome.” She offered a very small and insecure smile in response to his megawatt one.
‘Why are we here?’ Mukuro complained. He seemed to be very ill-tempered with her as of late. Chrome refused to budge this time though. She was leaving Hibari-san alone, to his own devices so whatever her body-buddy was planning, he’d have to do it some other way.
“We’re here because I want to try to befriend, Yamamoto-san.” Chrome replied in a whisper, luckily she was distant enough that no one would guess she was talking to herself, or rather talking to the person inside her head. Mukuro chuckled but it sounded a touch bitter. ‘Like it is that difficult to befriend him in the first place? Honestly Chrome, all you have to do is be within twenty feet of Yamamoto and you’re his ‘friend’.’
Well, maybe Mukuro-sama had a point there. Yamamoto-san was so open and friendly that he kind of reminded Chrome of a very affectionate puppy. And considering the ‘carnivore’ she had tried to get to know months earlier, Chrome thought a ‘puppy’ was a nice change of pace. She saw no point in befriending someone who didn’t want friends and Yamamoto-san loved people, so in her mind it was a win-win. At least until she had enough courage to deal with Gokudera-san’s surliness, Lambo’s hyperactivity and Ryohei-san’s extremeness. So, Takeshi Yamamoto was her break from the intensity.
Or so she thought. For while Chrome was busy watching the baseball team practice- and being drilled on the finer points of the game by Yamamoto-san- the girl had no idea she had been spotted sitting on the bleachers until it was too late to run.
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‘This is exactly why teenage boys should not be allowed to have S&M gear as part of their weapon arsenal’ the other illusionist said with a chuckle, leaving his distressed body-double in the lurch.
‘This isn’t funny Mukuro-sama.’ Chrome thought, cheeks blushing a deep red as Hibari-san managed to pull her along right into the Reception Room. Once the door was secure, Kyoya shortened the chain.
“So…when you said ‘we’re done’. That meant you already had a new partner picked out, is that it?” he snarled.
“What? …no…No! Nothing like that at all!” Chrome said more firmly.
“Then why did I catch you hanging around the baseball field when you’re supposed to…” Kyoya stopped himself. The Cloud found himself treading dangerously close to admitting he wanted Chrome to come along to his office. Not loiter with others.
Coming on too strongly were what got him into this mess in the first place, so the Horse had advised him to ‘play it cool’ and pretend not to care until she started reacting more positive.
“Not that I care what you do.” Kyoya said aloud. ‘But it doesn’t make sense that you would choose one of those sweaty herbivores who’s brains are only geared to chasing balls…’ the teenager mentally grumbled.
“I wanted to talk to Yamamoto-san. …can you take the cuffs off now, please?”
“No. And why were you conversing with him?” Chrome opened her mouth to answer, only to think twice and snapped her jaw shut. “Well?” he jerked the chain, causing her to flinch as metal chaffed against bare wrists.
“I…wanted to talk to him…just to talk” Chrome ended lamely. Honestly, she couldn’t come out and say she was on a crusade to befriend all the other Guardians. It would come out sounding stupid and childish.
“And it never once crossed your mind to apologize before stepping foot on this campus?” Hibari pressed.
“A…apologize?” Chrome questioned. She could understand Hibari-san wanting her to request permission to step on school ground. But, he wanted an apology instead? Hibari gritted his teeth. This ‘playing hard to get’ act was irritating. And he had handcuffs, so the rest was irrelevant. Locking the door to the Reception Room, Hibari stalked forward, shortening the chain as he came closer.
Chrome swallowed as he circled around her, metal links clanking together.
“Yes. Apologize. You turned down a very generous offer without a legitimate reason.” Chrome squirmed under a pointed gaze, “You’re even properly dressed for the occasion, so I’ll give you one last chance to redeem yourself.”
‘I wore this so I wouldn’t stick out and cause Yamamoto-san any trouble.’ Chrome thought, trying to wiggle free. It was a lost cause though since Hibari-san had the handcuff chain less than five centimeters between them.
She noted that Mukuro-sama found this all very amusing, ‘He thinks that you came all this way just for him. Poor Kyoya has fallen hard’ the convict snickered. Chrome frowned, ‘Well he’s about to become very disappointed if that’s the case’ she replied.
‘Ah, I wouldn’t let me guard down around him if I were you, Chrome.’ Mukuro cautioned. However, the warning came too late because Chrome turned on her heel, only to find herself backed into the wall.
A violet colored eye grew wide just before he closed in and roughly latched onto her mouth. The action barely qualified as a kiss since it was so aggressive and lacking in tender feelings. Chrome struggled to break free, but Hibari-san pressed on her shoulders to keep the girl in place.
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‘He does lack finesse when it comes to sex. Determination…he has in spades, but no actual style or patience.’ Mukuro’s observations were blocked out for a moment though as Chrome keened and pushed against the intruding fingers.
Then Hibari-san pulled away. His face looked flushed, hungry gaze fixated on Chrome before leaning in to nip at her ribbon tie.
“S-stop…stop it…” she pushed against his head, trying to get Hibari-san to budge, but the Cloud seemed to just as determined not to be moved from the spot between where shirt collar met her neck.
“I don’t want you to touch me!” Chrome blurted out at last. Kyoya stopped, looking at the girl’s distressed expression for a moment. Chrome knew she should fight back, this wasn’t right for him to use her body as he pleased. Or for Hibari-san to assume that just because she was at his school and wearing the uniform, didn’t mean he had free reign to molest her. But, he honestly looked confused by her assertion.
“Then why do you keep coming back?” he asked. “Why say this now…” he pulled away. Kyoya wondered if this was ‘playing hard to get’ again, the Horse warned him there were some females who liked toying around just for the thrill of it.
Could it be that she was only playing with him?
“I…wanted to be your friend.” Chrome confessed. “I don’t have ‘friends’.” Kyoya shot back without a thought.
“Yes, I realize that now!” Chrome replied. “You have…subordinates…and since I’m not one of your committee members…I became your toy. I won’t put up with this anymore.”
Maybe, Kyoya pondered, if he let her out of the handcuffs she’d be a little less hysterical. With that in mind, Kyoya deactivated the Vongola gear…only to watch her bolt for the door to unlock it once freed. Not about to put up with being walked out on, Kyoya grabbed Chrome from behind, holding her hands back.
“Let me go, let me go!” Chrome struggled, bucking against Hibari-san’s hold on her.
He carried the girl back a few paces before loosening his grip enough to turn Chrome around and kissed her again. Chrome’s first reaction was to pull away, but found it difficult to move as Hibari held a hand behind her head. Unlike the first ‘kiss’, he was gentle, slower and applied less pressure. Suckered in by the change in attitude, Chrome found herself willingly returning kisses. Of course her positive response only affirmed Kyoya’s belief Chrome had been resisting only to lead him on.
So as ‘punishment’, he reached under the uniform top and worked her bra down to cup the girl’s breasts.
“Ah…H-Hibari-san…” she muttered, blushing while trying to scoot away from his hands, but they stuck like glue to her skin.
“Quiet, you are such a…” he gave up looking for the word and kissed her again. Chrome was very confused about her situation. She knew it was time to get out, if this went much further getting rid of Hibari-san would be next to impossible from now on. But…she also liked it when he was gentle and at least ‘acted’ like being considerate.
She knew it was wrong and just falling back into the same pattern of letting Hibari-san use her, but…
Chrome’s fingertips gently touched black hair as Hibari-san moved from her mouth to the girl’s neck. A button to her blouse popped open, but he kept the ribbon tie in tact before kissing and biting Chrome’s neck. Chrome had took little steps backwards, her hand reaching to unlock Reception Room door but gave up the attempt as Kyoya directed the girl to a wall again.
‘Déjà vu…’ Chrome told herself as she bucked against Hibari-san. He groaned and thrust into her in response. “Careful…” Chrome began, “don’t want to make a mess again.”
Kyoya recoiled, glaring down at her. “…last time…you came, right?” Chrome asked. “Must have been embarrassing…for you to lack in control to where you came before even…”
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‘Please…I don’t know how to get him to stop long enough to…sort this mess out.’
‘I think you’re past the point of ‘sorting’ anything out, Chrome’ he added in a light tone as Hibari-san had a hand on her right thigh and it was steadily going up.
‘Please!’ Chrome begged. ‘Offer him a deal.’ While Mukuro instructed Chrome as to how to go about it, the girl blushed while following orders to unbutton Kyoya’s uniform shirt.
He paused to stare at her fingers, but didn’t move to stop it either. Instead Kyoya shivered as fingertips gently caressed his chest.
‘He’s rather skinny and effeminate for a sixteen year old boy, don’t you think Chrome?’ Mukuro said as a parting shot now that he had given instructions.
While Kyoya was distracted, the girl started talking. “T-this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this here.”
For once he had to agree with her. Shrugging her hands off, Kyoya started buttoning his shirt again. “We’ll go to my house then.”
“Um…no I mean…we shouldn’t…be doing this. At all.” Gray eyes glared at the girl as Chrome cringed.
“Not even…taking into account how old we are, but…we’re not even dating so…it’s wrong to be so…casual…about all of this.”
“Speak up. I don’t like listening to you mumble your way through a sentence.” “Go out with me” Chrome said loud and clear. Kyoya’s fingers stopped at the last button to his shirt before delivering a flat, “What?”
Chrome nodded to affirm she had said it right the first time, but repeated nevertheless, “Take me out on dates…not…every weekend or holiday or even for…special events, but just sometimes.”
Kyoya Hibari connected ‘dating’ with those sappy herbivores who let their hormones run away with them and call it ‘love’, just to make themselves feel better. While what they were doing was…provocative, at least Kyoya felt he knew what he was getting into. It was purely sexual, there was no reason to dress it up or confess ‘undying love’ when Kyoya didn’t know the girl’s name until two months ago.
“I don’t think so.” “T-then you get nothing.” Chrome said making a point to cross arms over her blouse then moved to adjust her bra back into place.
This didn’t sit well with the committee chairman either. What he wanted was right in front of him, just barely in the palm of Kyoya’s hand. Terrorizing or threatening her proved to have the opposite effect he desired out of her…and she didn’t seem to care too much for the handcuffs either.
“How many ‘dates’ do you want to schedule?”
“Ummm…I really haven’t…thought of a specific number, just every once in awhile. Is…once a month too much to ask for?” she questioned.
“Yes.” Kyoya said dryly. He had other things to do than entertain her after all.
“Once every three months then.”
Kyoya pondered it or rather he looked at the girl’s kissed-lips and his bite marks on her neck. Had he really sunk so low, nearly to the point of calling himself a herbivore; that considering taking her out on ‘dates’ would seem rewarding enough to endure?
Reluctantly, he had to admit the answer was yes. Cleary two months without her had addled his senses, but Kyoya was willing to take that chance.
“I will agree to this only if the following conditions are met. I refuse to buy you flowers, candy, stuffed animals or any other ‘token of affection’ object.”
Chrome nodded, “Understood…” “Not finished. I will not have you announcing to people we are…together. That includes him, if you can help it.”
Chrome kept her mouth shut about the fact ‘him’ had been observing and giving her advice for the duration of their entanglement. A little late to spring that on Hibari-san now…
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“But…Ken…Chikusa” ‘I live with them, I can’t kick them out or suddenly move away’ Chrome mentally added.“They are exceptions. Same goes with any sort of training or meeting the baby wants you to join. What I mean is you are not allowed to pursue any other males for the duration of our…courtship.”
‘So trying to befriend the other Guardians and getting closer to Boss is out of the question.’ Chrome deduced since the reason she was in the Reception Room in the first place was because of Hibari-san’s jealousy. “Those are my conditions. If you’re willing to accept those, then we can agree on a Sunday date every third month.” Kyoya finished.
‘There’s quite a lot of them. Should I write them down?’ Chrome asked herself, yet was quick to answer verbally so Hibari-san wouldn’t become too testy. “I accept your conditions, but I have one of my own. Just one.” Chrome assured before he snapped back a denial of her terms. “Treat me…kindly, with respect if you can manage it. If not, then just pretend to be nice.” Chrome requested, “If you treat me well, I’ll do the same. I won’t cheat or nag or get in your hair too much.”
Even to her ears it sounded suspiciously like a vow than a request, but in the end Kyoya accepted her single term. Next was a very awkward pause of figuring out what to do next. Then, Hibari-san strode to his desk, moved a stack of papers from the surface to a draw are locked it.
“You are to follow me home, but take the bus to get there. I don’t need rumors going around that I’m fraternizing with you.” She should have taken offense to that instead Chrome let the insult roll off. “I’ll leave first then” she said, at last unlocking the Reception Room door, however whether the door was locked or not did not matter anymore.
Because with this deal Mukuro-sama proposed she offer and Hibari-san’s acceptance, it meant she was still shackled to him. ‘Just until he loses interest’ Chrome thought. Stepping out into afternoon sunlight, Chrome was blindsided from her right when Yamamoto-san appeared.“There you are! I got a little worried when I didn’t see you anymore, Chrome.”
“Um…sorry about that.” Chrome mumbled. “I have to go home now.”
“Okay. There’s a game tomorrow afternoon, if you wanted to come by and watch.”
“I can’t” Chrome blurted out a bit too quickly. Yamamoto-san shook his head, “Alright, some other time then.”
“Perhaps” ‘Never…not as long as Hibari-san has any say in it.’ Chrome thought as she told the Rain Guardian goodbye. On an impulse, Chrome turned to look back at the school. Sure enough, Hibari-san had observed the exchange from his office window.
‘See? I’m being on my best behavior.’ Chrome hoped to convey before she walked off campus to the bus stop.
Kyoya felt apprehensive to what was ahead. He wasn’t ‘afraid’ or ‘nervous’, apprehension described it perfectly, besides only cowards were frightened or anxious about their first time. It was simple biology then again if procreation were more complicated idiots would have been weeded out of the gene pool.
After leaving his office Hibari was followed by Hibird. A frown graced the chairman’s face for a moment. He didn’t want to unceremoniously boot the bird out of his room for the night in favor of the girl, but didn’t desire to have an audience either (even if it was his feathered companion).
“You’ll have to sleep outside tonight. No hard feelings of course” Kyoya said when the bird landed on his right shoulder. Hibird chirped as if it understood then jumped off the boy’s shoulder to take flight.
Since he arrived home before the girl was due to show up, Kyoya made sure his parents weren’t home which. Not surprisingly, the house was empty save for household staff. For a moment he toyed the idea of keeping her, not like anyone but the staff would notice a fourth person living inside the compound. Then again, if he ‘kept’ her that was a little like marriage or rather commitment, and Kyoya despised the idea of being tied down to anything. Let alone a girl who he only had partial ownership of.
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Chrome was quick to find her way around the Hibari compound to stand outside the Cloud’s room. Chrome wasn’t sure if this accomplishment meant she had an excellent memory or if she was a pathetic soul who knew this path by heart because the person on the other side was giving her something that resembled affection.
‘Don’t kid yourself.’ Chrome told herself, beating Mukuro-sama to the punch of shooting down that delusion. Opening the door, Chrome only had to step inside before having her mouth claimed in a kiss.
Hands scrambled to put the barrier in place so no one would see them. Once that was accomplished, Chrome found herself getting lost in the kiss. Hibari-san did have a tendency to come on very strongly to the point it was a little frightening, but had proven that occasionally he could be gentle too.
Wanting to see that gentle side again, Chrome tempered his violence and impatience with cooling and slow kisses to his mouth in response. Gradually, fervor receded and he was unconsciously following the girl’s example of teasingly slow contact.
When there was just a sliver of space between them to take in oxygen, Hibari-san ordered, “Take off your panties and bra, leave the uniform untouched though.”
The girl nodded, fingers moving under her skirt to remove a pair of white panties. Chrome watched a dark eyebrow quirk at her choice of undergarment, but he didn’t say anything about it so she moved on to the bra. Unclasping was the easiest part, but wiggling the straps through arm holes of the blouse was another matter and took some time.
Once ‘freed’ of her underwear, it was only a matter of time before Kyoya was all over Chrome again. She shivered as cool fingertips traveled underneath the uniform top. He cupped Chrome’s breasts, flicking a right thumb over the nipple until it perked to the point of being a visible bump underneath the fabric. Then he moved onto the next while the hand previous occupied with the right breast moved down the band of her pleated skirt. Fingertips sought and found Chrome’s slit, slowly prying her open with two fingers and stroking to encourage arousal.
A whimper escaped the female mist as her body started to hum into life at his touches. Again, her hands reached for Kyoya’s uniform shirt. Like earlier, he didn’t resist nor encourage her to open his shirt. Nor was a complaint heard as the girl kissed his collar bone and worked down Kyoya’s chest.
Removing his hands from underneath Chrome’s shirt and skirt, Kyoya started loosening the belt to trousers, followed by the zipper. Chrome swallowed nervously because with Kyoya’s pants open she could see the bulge in his boxers. A glance up to him, unsure of herself Chrome watched Kyoya nod, giving her permission to explore.
‘About time, he already knows my body better than I do.’ Chrome couldn’t help but think. Still, a flash of sarcasm did little to calm her nerves. She had never seen an exposed male organ before, so it was both exciting and anxiety-fueled experience when she opened the slit to his boxers and pulled it out into the open.
Red, is what struck her first as a description. Angry red, veins and it twitched while she stared at it, startling her a little in the process. Was it normal for those…things to move?
Kyoya was growing a little impatient of being stared at like a side-show freak, so he took the incentive by grabbing Chrome’s right hand then guided it to his cock.
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Gripping behind him to the door frame Kyoya forced himself not to pant or moan wantonly like some shameless whore, but it felt good. So good…
Kneeling on the floor Chrome watched, utterly fascinated, as something beaded on the head of Hibari-san’s penis. She looked up again, wanting to investigate it, but Hibari’s eyes were closed and seemed to be too distracted to notice her glance.
Deciding to take the plunge anyway, Chrome stopped stroking him long enough to bend forward. Her fingertip swiped the gathering substance and then Chrome licked it off her finger. That exact moment, Kyoya’s eyes opened and he glanced down at the purple-haired girl between his legs as she sampled his pre-come.
That was all it took, control was out the window yet Kyoya managed to grit out. “Get on the bed.”
She blinked, looking confused for a moment. “Get on the bed or I will take you on the floor and that won’t be comfortable for either of us.”
Quickly, she scurried to follow his command, Chrome’s skirt flipping up for a moment in her haste. To him, seeing her naked rear underneath the Namimori skirt had to be the most erotic thing he had ever seen, even more than her curious taste of pre-come.
Discarding his pants and boxers, Kyoya followed her to the bed, but oddly enough left his open dress shirt on. A flip of her skirt then his hands along Chrome’s slender legs to leave her open for viewing. Correction, Kyoya decided the sight of her slick vagina peeking out from under the gray skirt was the most arousing thing ever.
Naked women in magazines, lolita fetishes, big breasts…all of it could go to hell in Kyoya’s opinion. This image of her reclined on his bed, ribbon tie askew, wrinkled blouse pulled to her middle and exposure just underneath the skirt hem…this was all he needed.
Chrome felt like her head was swimming, body over-stimulated to the point she could not think straight. The girl jerked Hibari-san plunged two fingers inside. Biting down on a whine, Chrome bucked into an open palm as fingers explored wet folds and stretched her. Much like she had done to him, Kyoya licked his fingertips after pulling out of Chrome.
Aligning his cock to her entrance, Kyoya didn’t give out any warning or promises to be gentle. Instead he pushed in to the hilt. Eye closed tightly, forcing the pin-prick of tears down, Chrome gasped at how…uncomfortable it felt. So tight and full, yet each little motion seemed to stretch her a little more than what Chrome thought she could cope with. Luckily for her, Hibari-san kept still until Chrome squirmed to adjust.
Taking in a deep breath, Chrome embraced and kissed the young Vongola Cloud on the neck, a signal that he could continue. Not needing to be told twice, Kyoya pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside, then pushed in fully again.
Chrome cried out in discomfort, but managed to rock against him in return. ‘It will get better…it has to get better’ the female Mist told herself. Because if sex was always this uncomfortable why would women go through with it in the first place?
Eventually, the tightness gave way on her end and Chrome started to relax. She sprinkled her partner’s neck and ears with kisses, whenever Chrome could get away with it. His irritated shrugs at her affections actually seemed more like a game since Kyoya was more intent on bringing them both to an orgasm than he was concerned with batting away her affections.
Kyoya wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. She was much tighter than he expected. More secure, slicker and just…more than a hand job could hope to accomplish or brief indulgence of imagination could describe. She suckled on his neck, earning a low moan. She gasped in responded, blushing yet beaming as if so pleased with herself.
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Gripping her legs, Kyoya bent them back, spreading her wider to gain leverage while the pace escalated. Her small yet unbound breasts bounced for a moment underneath her blouse, so he kept going at that speed to watch it again while the skirt ‘hid’ where they were conjoined.
The uniform itself wasn’t just a fetish point. It was the point. Because, whether Chrome knew it consciously or not, by putting on the Namimori uniform when her allegiance was clearly elsewhere, that branded her as his. And Kyoya Hibari did not easily release something that belonged to him.
She gasped, legs folding tightly around his waist as if to close in while muscles quivered before seizing around him so tightly Kyoya almost felt like he couldn’t breathe, let alone move. But the body begged for friction, so he kept rocking into Chrome.
As for herself, Chrome tried to keep from crying out so much but it was no use. Every last one of her nerves felt alive, coiled and just waiting for something to happen. Bucking against Kyoya once he pulled back made the pressure build rather than go away, but her body knew better than Chrome did that relief was just on the other side of this, so she kept in motion as everything wound tighter and tighter…
Their mouths met in a bruising kiss, this time with Chrome being to one to start it off because otherwise her vocal cords were going to go raw from all the moaning. Kyoya didn’t discourage it and in fact met her full force. Teeth caught her bottom lips and with a sharp thrust form him, she was gone.
Kyoya grunted as his hands gripped the girl’s shoulders as she climaxed. He thrust into her twice, fighting the spasm of her sex squeezing and attempting to milk him before coming inside of Chrome.
Maybe it was just a side-effect of her first sexual experience, but as Chrome laid back (wincing a little from soreness from muscles that had never been used before getting a workout), she for one couldn’t think of anyone more…beautiful than Kyoya Hibari.
He’d probably kill her for calling him ‘beautiful’ aloud but with his mussed up black hair, how his eyes looked almost closed as he too recovered, and the flush along his face from exertion, he was beautiful to her.
The girl’s heartbeat quickened as Kyoya eased out of her then pushed Chrome to the bed. “Go to sleep” he mumbled. “B-but…the sun’s not even down yet.”
“I know, but sleep.”
“…I need to go home sometime.” The Cloud flopped beside her on the bed, looking a little lifeless as he landed on the pillows.
“Dokuro either you sleep now and don’t complain about being tired when we do this again or I will kick you out as you are now.”
A small embarrassed ‘eep’ came from the girl so Chrome easily complied to the order and squeezed herself to lay down as far from Hibari-san as the narrow bed would allow. Thought she cringed at feeling sticky, as well as sore; Chrome adjusted her uniform top down and blushed as she tried to rearrange the skirt which bore specks of their combined sexual fluids.
Hands resting on her stomach, the girl felt too much nervous energy going off inside of her, so naturally the questions came out. “…what about your parents?”
A snort came from the young man. Obviously he either didn’t think they’d notice a girl was sleeping over (occupying their son's twin bed on top of it) or believed that they wouldn’t care. “And Hibrid?”
“He has a nest in the garden…he’ll be fine.” Kyoya grumbled tiredly. If she was going to make this chattiness after sex a habit, he might need to invest in ear plugs.
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Hibari-san talks, or rather mumbles, in his sleep; yet will deny it if asked about it. Hibird had free reign of the house and Hibari-san would feed it seed from a bowl right on the large and mostly empty dining room table, almost as if he were a person. Chrome also discovered, from being nipped by the bird when she tried to pet it; Hibird did not like strangers.
“He’ll get accustomed to you, maybe.” Hibari-san said, which was odd because as he said that Chrome had her legs in the air while he kissed then licked her stomach.
Then again, maybe she was the weird one for asking a question about a bird while they were in the middle of sex: round three.
Chrome also got the feeling that the Hibari compound was a very lonely place. It seemed so…empty and almost dead inside and in return it reminded Chrome of yet another house, one from her childhood. It too was large, luxurious and lovely, but it felt so empty and lacking in warmth. A kid could get lost in the middle of so many doors, especially when the adults didn’t seem to care nor remember there was a child around.
Sometimes, in the few hours Hibari-san’s hands weren’t all over her or when they were asleep, Chrome wondered if they both were not raised properly. Kyoya Hibari seemed to have everything he wanted and needed. Plus he had enough freedom from parental guidance to make any other teenager envious.
But, it also felt like he lived in a haunted house because other than seeing staff milling around during Saturday morning, Chrome did not see or hear another soul. As she laid next to him, the hour pushing midnight; the girl tried not to get suckered into believing her own thoughts. Did not want to believe Hibari-san was lonely because that would make him seem human. Yet at the same time, couldn’t stop thinking about it either.
Sunday morning, she was woken up by hearing Hibird singing outside Hibari’s room. Rising up from the bed, the sheet falling off her naked shoulders, Chrome looked out the window at the fluffy yellow bird. The canary stopped singing the moment it was spotted.
“I guess you still don’t like me” Chrome mused while tapping lightly on the glass. In response, the bird fluffed it’s feathers and flew off in a fit of indifference. She almost laughed at the thought of Hibari-san’s pet bird being less welcoming to her than the man himself.
Then again, Chrome had to remind herself. Hibari-san did not love her, which was both a blessing and a curse, because the more time she spent with him the more she was starting to…
Hearing the door opened startled her , on instinct Chrome tried to cover up only to see it was Hibari-san, who was already cleaned and dressed for the day.
Raised eyebrows told Chorme that he was probably wondering why she was still being lazy in bed. Aloud though, the Cloud Guardian told her to shower off and get dressed. Thinking she was due to go home today, Chrome looked around for her uniform, only to be provided just a towel.
“I’ll find you some clothes to wear” was the only assurance the girl received that he was not going to let her out of the house nearly nude.
Still wincing a little, Chrome found a hot shower eased off some of the stiffness and of course feeling clean helped wake her up a little more. When she emerged from the shower with steam wafting around, Chrome was surprised to find a new Namimori uniform folded and laid out for her on the bathroom countertop.
‘Probably one of the ones he tried to give me earlier.’ Although…she kind of wondered/worried where he got the new underwear from too…did he send someone from the staff out to go buy these because these weren’t Chrome’s and…
‘Stop thinking about it and just get dressed’ the female Mist told herself. Breakfast was quiet, just like yesterday morning; though the highlight was Chrome attempting to curry favor from Hibird by nudging toast corners it’s way.
The bird ‘glared’ and flapped it’s wings but did not deny the addition to it's seed-breakfast, earning an amused yet barely visible smirk from Hibari.
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“Um…” Chrome stared at the motorcycle as if it was out to devour her. A fidgety tug at her skirt before the teenage girl mumbled, “I’m not sure this is a good idea…”
“Do you want to go out or not?” Kyoya returned curtly. Chrome blinked. He wanted to go on their first date today? That was news to her. Then again, Hibari-san never said he was taking her home either, nevertheless this was unexpected.
Another moment of hesitance with Chrome wishing he had given her pants or at least a gym jersey instead of a uniform skirt. At last, knowing his patience wouldn’t last forever, she nodded. “O-okay. Do you have another…” Hibari-san plopped a helmet on her head.
“Oh…thank you” she said, voice muffled a little while Hibari put on one of his own. After some fussing over how she was supposed to sit- without flipping her skirt- Chrome settled behind Hibari-san. She blushed when the driver arranged her hands to rest securely around his body.
“Try to relax otherwise it’s going to be uncomfortable.” Chrome found it almost funny that he hadn’t said that phrase when they were having sex, but all of a sudden it was important when they were about to go for a ride.
Her insides jolted when the motor cranked into life. As the vehicle hummed between her legs, Chrome blush returned with a vengeance and she squirmed against Hibari-san since she was still sore and sensitive from their escapades the last two evenings.
“Don’t move too much back there or you’ll fall off” he cautioned. Starting to have second thoughts, Chrome was out of luck since it was too late to turn back once Kyoya kicked off the motorcycle. She went through the first five minutes of the drive with eyes squeezed shut and clinging to the driver for dear life. Gradually, Chrome opened her left eye, though kept head right between Hibari-san’s shoulders.
Scenery of Namimori on a Sunday morning passed them by, blurring a little due to the speed of the motorcycle. Easing off her grip a little, Chrome raised her head only to be disappointed that the ride was over when Hibari-san parked then turned off the motorcycle just outside the shopping district.
After removing her helmet and passing it on, Chrome was jealous that his hair wasn’t sticking up in awkward places like she ‘knew’ her hair looked.
“Where do you want to go?”
‘Good question…’ Chrome pondered while smoothing down her skirt. Her gaze fell on a pet shop then a café which was having a special on parfaits.
Kyoya Hibari wondered how much his dignity would have to suffer. He thought a woman would want to go clothes shopping, dragging him and the wallet around by the nose. Instead, Chrome timidly asked to visit the pet shop with him and then a café for a snack.
“You just ate…” he began, but Chrome pointed to the shop. “They are having a special on something I like…I’ll pay my own way.” Chrome offered. Well, he couldn’t really argue that, though Kyoya was starting to wonder what the point of her wanting to ‘date’ him was if the girl assumed he’d pay for nothing.
As they strode to the pet shop, Kyoya scowled as he noticed how crowded the café across the street was. Apparently this special sale was drawing a lot of people, couples especially; out in droves. That wouldn’t do. So, he texted five members of his committee with instructions as to where to go and how to act accordingly before they stepped into the pet shop…where Kyoya learned Chrome Dokuro loved cats.
She walked right by the lively birds, the exotic pets, and energetic puppies and right to the containers with the felines on display. Smiling fondly at the creatures, she looked like wasting hours just watching them would do, completely ignoring the teenage boy standing right beside her.
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“Look, this one reminds me of you a little” Chrome said while pointing to a surly black furred short-hair which glared at them moodily with green eyes.
Kyoya hardly saw the resemblance so he stared to the container next to the moody tomcat. “Then this one is you.”
Curious, Chrome leaned in close then looked appalled since the female cat had it’s legs spread and was cleaning between.
“I…” “Completely shameless, just like you” Kyoya whispered into her ear while his actions contradict Chrome as being the ‘shameless’ one, by releasing himself from Chrome’s hand and slipping fingers underneath her skirt.
Blushing as she felt Kyoya press his hand to her butt, Chrome awkwardly cleared her throat and stammered an announcement of moving on to look at the other pets.
While Chrome was distracted by the animals, Kyoya glanced outside occasionally. His committee members arrived promptly and made quick work of intimidating the patrons waiting outside the café. Then the customers already inside left as they came inside, in pairs, by the time it was noon the coast was clear with five thug-looking teenagers standing outside the café to prevent anyone from intruding.
After they left the pet shop, Chrome was momentarily disappointed to find the café looked deserted, aside from the staff inside. Had they closed early?
However, when Kyoya took her hand, “You’re walking too slow” he excused to pull her along the crosswalk, Chrome saw the ‘open’ sign still turned to face the street.
‘So where did everyone one go?’ she asked, not seeing members of Hibari-san’s committee had moved on to other stores since their job was accomplished.
“Uh…g-good afternoon…what can I get you two?” the waitress looked nervously at the only pair inside the shop.
“Coffee, no sugar or milk” Kyoya said without even looking at the menu, while Chrome perused the selection of parfaits.
“Um…this one looks good, a small glass of this…”
“Double” Kyoya corrected. “I can’t pay for that, besides I can’t eat that much….” Chrome whispered. Not listening to her, Kyoya forked over the money for coffee and her ‘snack’.
Feeling a little embarrassed, Chrome started to realize no other customers were coming in. And she spotted a pompadour hairstyle before it fully sank in. Kyoya had cleared the café so that it was just the two of them and would remain for the duration of their visit.
If it was anyone else, and it had been accomplished outside of intimidation; Chrome would have thought it was romantic for a date to be made this exclusive. However, this was Kyoya Hibari, so the girl assumed he didn’t want people around due to his dislike of crowds and not wanting to be seen with her.
‘Then why did he agree…oh right…’ Chrome thought, frowning a little at recalling putting sex in exchange for his corporation. The female Mist tried to console herself with the fact that Hibari-san was at least playing along to them being a ‘couple’ without them really being a couple. So, she shouldn’t sulk. And sulking soon became the farthest thing from Chrome’s mind once the orders arrived. Her parfait came in a large glass full of sponge cake soaked in espresso mocha, layers of whipped cream in between the cake, with three whole strawberries sprinkled with chocolate shavings on top.
It seemed like a giant when she only wanted something dainty. Unsure whether to ‘thank’ Hibari-san or wonder if he was punishing her for being a glutton, in the end Chrome picked up from the pair of spoons and started to dig into the layers.
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He glanced to Chrome, noticing a spot of whipped cream on the corner of her lip before she licked it off. ‘See, shameless. Easily could have wiped it off with a napkin.’ Kyoya decided, though this didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate the display.
Then Chrome dug the second spoon in, gathering some sponge cake and whipped cream, “Would you like some?”
He stared at the spoon then said “I’ll pass.” Chrome still offered though, “Just a bite? Please…you’re paid for it, so you should at least have a taste.”
Reluctantly, having a strong dislike for sweets and passive aggressive coercion; Kyoya leaned in and ate from the spoon in the girl’s hand. Tasting the coffee soaked cake and cream, Kyoya noticed how Chrome’s face flushed while wondering what was embarrassing about this to her?
Unable to finish even half of her treat, Chrome felt bad to waste Hibari-san’s money like that, but honestly couldn’t eat another bite without being miserable. Kyoya waited for her to make another request for them to stop somewhere else, instead Chrome bowed after they left the café.
“Thank you…for today. I…it was fun” she confessed. “But we don’t have to do this again.”
Normally Kyoya didn’t care to know why the change of heart, but it did puzzle him that she was so insistent on them going out on dates now seemed to recant.
“You were obviously uncomfortable, but thank you for being patient with me.” Chrome said cautiously, treading lightly with her words. Though taking dating out of the equation would do little to change his life, Kyoya still felt like she was suggesting he was backing out of the bargain they had struck.
“I can go home from here” she started to say, but Kyoya grabbed Chrome by the wrist. Surprised, Chrome turned to face him, but he wasn’t looking at her.
“I suppose taking you home won’t be too much of an ordeal.” he excused while still sounding annoyed and put out by his own suggestion. Unlike the first ride, Chrome took the time to take in the scenery. It wasn’t until the abandoned amusement park was in sight did Chrome remember she might have to explain her absence to Ken and Chikusa…not to mention she left the hand-made Namimori uniform and a set of underwear back at Hibari-san’s house.
‘Too late to go back and get them now’ Chrome thought as she removed the helmet. There was an awkward pause, at least for the girl; because the end of a date usually warranted a kiss. Giving up on the idea, she passed the helmet back to Hibari-san and said goodbye.
Not a moment after his motorcycle pulled away and she stepped behind the gates, Mukuro-sama returned after a nearly three day absence.
‘My, my children grow up so fast these days. Sexual encounters then on to chocolate parfits.’ The fifteen year old taunted. Chrome ducked her head, “He…Mukuro-sama Hibari-san…we agreed on one date and he wanted to do it today.”
‘Say no more’ the other illusionist chuckled. ‘Things are moving along quite smoothly. I’d say…give it another month or so and he’ll be completely wrapped around your finger.’
“You keep saying that,” Chrome mumbled as she walked the distance from gate to the main building, “but you never say what you’re thinking about Mukuro-sama.”
‘Hm, I suppose it’s about time I let you in on my little plan. After all, you are the key elements.’ As Mukuro-sama filled in Chrome about his little scheme involving Hibari, the girl stopped short of opening the door, a bit shell-shocked.
She wasn’t a fool, Chrome knew Mukuro-sama had killed people. Even if justified he was still a murderer. Yet, the girl thought what he had in mind was more than a little twisted…
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