[Fic] Two warning shots into a head
Side note: I’m honestly sorry that I haven’t yet answered all comments from the chapter review - I’m at the place where my connection (via EDGE) speed doesn’t even reach 1 kbyte (no kidding) , and even uploading fic is a major bitch. As soon as I’ll get my hands back on the decent wi fi channel (I hope it will be tomorrow), I’ll answer everything, lovelies <3
Author: Lamp lampazo_libre
Title: Two warning shots into a head.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: G.Archery/Takeshi Yamamoto; obligatory implied 8059.
Rating: R.
Genre: PWP.
Wordcount: 1800.
A/N: Happy Belated Birthday, Yama! I’m lazy beyond beliefs, but couldn’t miss my favorite boy’s birthday. I started an entirely different thing, but this thing popped up all of sudden and voila. Three hours of hasty writing, unbetaed, messy.
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For Yamamoto and Rodick.
You’re the only one who can kick me into writing these days, b.
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“That’s goddamn ridiculous. Absolutely fucking absurd. Not only you look like Ugetsu, you freaking act like him.”
Takeshi smiled and scratched his elbow for the lack of words to say.
“…All of us; even that crazy little bastard with tonfas looks like Alaude. Fucking miracle. Absurd.”
“Do you want some pokari?” Takeshi offered, because you couldn’t exactly ask the first generation Guardian of Storm what he was doing here, even that was what Takeshi wanted to know the most. One moment Takeshi was merrily minding his own business in his room, alone, and next second he turned around and the man was already there, leaning against the door and accusing Takeshi’s similarity to his predecessor. Like he was here all along. It was quite possible he was. It was making Takeshi uneasy.
The man - G- raised an eyebrow and exhaled a thick puff of smoke in Takeshi’s direction, “Do I look like I want fucking pokari for you?”
Takeshi laughed awkwardly and looked around for something to occupy himself with. G was just standing here, looking Takeshi up and down without any discretion like it was a perfectly normal thing to do, seeming quite content with a stretched out silence.
Easily a head higher than Takeshi. Strands of bright red hair half-covering sly, clever eyes. A tattoo disappearing down the collar of a casually unbuttoned dark shirt. Folded arms - G didn’t wear any bracelets, and Takeshi could see his wrists - thin and sinewy, but not fragile. Even relaxed like this, he almost visibly emanated confidence, cat-like grace. He looked like Gokudera with a bit more spice, as if it was even possible, as something that would become of Gokudera in several years if they continued like this. A very, Takeshi thought, very, very attractive man. And, he thought with embarrassment, G was most probably quite aware of it.
Takeshi stepped a little to the side, fumbling with the cuff of his shirt, and considering rearranging stuff on his desk. He suddenly felt a little ashamed of the mess there.
“Nice ass.” G pointed out coolly. Takeshi nearly tripped. “Is it that swordsmanship of yours, or something else? Martial arts? Sports?”
Takeshi felt the tips of his ears feeling warm, but perked up at G’s last word. “Yeah, I like baseball!” He considered G’s origins for a moment and explained, “It’s a ball game where you go and-”
“I could care less about a fucking game.” Suddenly, G was standing directly in front of Takeshi. So much for sportsman’s reflexes - Takeshi haven’t even seen him move. He squirmed uncomfortably. G was so close Takeshi could feel the warmth of his body through their clothes, which was unexpected since G was supposed to be a ghost and theoretically couldn’t possess any flesh.
“I thought you were a ghost?” Takeshi asked.
G flashed him a shit-eating smirk. “Wanna check?”
Takeshi gulped.
“So,” G continued conversationally, “Have you worked it out with my twitchy successor already?”
Takeshi gaped, color flooding up his face. “I, we--. Um.” He looked at G’s shoulder and forced a smile. “I don’t know quite get yo-”
G snorted. “Don’t give me this shit. It’s obvious like a fucking day. You’re making bedroom eyes on him every time he doesn’t look - hell, sometimes even when he looks. Besides,” he smirked again, more to himself than at Takeshi, “since you’re all goddamn copies of us, I could tell that even without seeing you.”
Takeshi was sure his face was already burning by this point. Eventually, Gokudera stopped countering him with a stream of fierce hate each time they met, and lately he thought he’s been noticing little signs here and there, a discreet glance, an equivocal phrase, an accidental touch. But there was nothing above it, and Takeshi wasn’t sure if they were all parts of one big picture, first pieces of something big coming his way, or maybe just his biased imagination was making up things. The only thing Takeshi was positive about was that he wanted Gokudera.
G rolled his eyes. “I see. So you’re just mooning after him yet.”
Takeshi nodded.
And then G said “Wanna have a little training beforehand?” and placed a hand on Takeshi’s crotch.
“Ah,” Takeshi bleated lamely, completely flabbergasted with shock, embarrassment that he was already hard, and excitement, thoughts twirling. Of course, things were not resolved yet between him and Gokudera, and maybe they never would, but G was standing right here, hot mouth red and opened, and he was almost like Gokudera, another side of Gokudera and at the same time someone entirely else, a dangerous, arousing presence.
So probably G considered it enough of positive response from Takeshi or he didn’t need it whatsoever, because he squeezed Takeshi a little and leaned in to kiss him.
Takeshi’s eyes almost rolled out of their sockets, and at first he didn’t do much more than just stick his tongue in G’s mouth, not having any particular experience at the area, and lost in sensations. He didn’t quite understand what G was doing with his tongue, but he kinda liked it, and he definitely liked what G’s hand was doing with his cock through his pants, so he just went with the flow and tried to mirror G’s actions with his mouth, pressing down into G’s hand.
G’s another hand lay heavily at the small of his back, and Takeshi moaned into the kiss. G pulled away, and Takeshi looked at him with poorly hidden panic in his eyes, afraid that he’d done something wrong and G was going to leave it like that.
“Oh fuck,” G said and looked at Takeshi’s mouth. His eyes were sharp, almost black in the dark of the evening, and expression resembled a wolf on the prowl. Takeshi felt his teeth ache. “Fuck,” G repeated and pushed at Takeshi’s shoulders, so that Takeshi’s fallen on the bed square on his back, and bounced a little. G planed both hands at either sides of Takeshi’s face and commanded, “Roll around.”
“What, I,” Takeshi’s breath hitched, he didn’t quite have it in him to say it aloud. “Are you gonna-”
“Don’t worry,” G grinned devilishly, “I’m not going to fuck you in the ass. At least, not right now. ” His eyes narrowed. “Now, roll around.”
Takeshi licked his lips and complied, and almost immediately G’s hands came to his hips, tugging Takeshi’s shorts down together with his boxers. Takeshi wriggled a little, feeling too exposed and vulnerable, feeling out of control.
“Nice ass indeed,” said G’s voice from behind, and wet tongue confidently licked one of Takeshi’s ass cheeks. Takeshi moaned aloud and hurriedly clasped a hand across his mouth, partly from embarrassment, partly frightened that although no one was home, against all logic someone could hear him.
G’s tongue made a warm trail to the cleft of Takeshi’s ass and paused there. Takeshi could feel G’s damp breathing, and then suddenly the tongue slid down, down Takeshi’s entrance, making him shudder all over, and to his balls, pressing at the tender skin there, licking. Takeshi gasped once, then twice, and didn’t even notice himself as he began panting. He reached for the pillow without looking and hugged it, trying not to whimper aloud when it was too much, too much at once, G’s hot, hard tongue gliding up and down, worrying his balls, reaching up to tease his anus a little, humming and making his skin vibrate and Takeshi tremble. G’s fingers were digging under Takeshi’s hipbones, holding his hips and rocking them a little so Takeshi could rub all he wanted against the cover. Takeshi was making strange noises, like he was running a marathon, and his entire backside was feeling hot and soft, aching for something. The tip of G’s tongue slid along the skin between Takeshi’s balls, a flash of almost painful pleasure, Takeshi dropped his head on the pillow, clenching his teeth, almost ready to let it go - and suddenly everything stopped, G’s hands were tugging Takeshi’s pelvis back.
“Uh,” Takeshi mumbled, feeling a drop of salty sweat getting into his eye, stinging.
“C’mon,” G said, breathing heavily, “move.”
Takeshi obliged, wriggling so his abdomen was only half on the bed, and ass was sticking out in the air. G shifted Takeshi’s legs wider and moved under them, sitting against the side of the bed so Takeshi could feel his lips hovering against the tip of Takeshi’s cock. It was so hot, Takeshi thought, with G’s hair tickling Takeshi’s thighs and his hand snaking around to touch Takeshi’s anus - and then G wrapped his lips around Takeshi’s cock and Takeshi stopped thinking.
It felt unbelievable, severe pleasure ripping through Takeshi’s body, tight and hot feeling that was turning him inside out. G’s lips were sliding up and down Takeshi’s dick, his tongue pressing at the vein at the underside, and Takeshi buried his face in the pillow, surrendering. He whined, once, and then more, just like that, in the pillow, because if he lifted his face he was sure he would just scream without pause.
It went for a while, and eventually Takeshi wasn’t quite aware as of where and with whom he was, it was all too much, he imagined G’s stormy eyes - or was it Gokudera? Takeshi hissed as his toes curled by themselves at the thought of Gokudera looking up at him from between his legs, his pulse pumping into his ears.
And then G worked a finger into Takeshi’s ass, a final, perfect thing, something soft clenched inside Takeshi, Takeshi shouted something while the world was shattering into a million pieces, and it was all over.
Eventually, when Takeshi came back, he turned his head - everything looked unnaturally bright and slightly out of focus. He breathed deep while his vision cleared, and saw a hand on the bed right before his face. Takeshi looked up; G was sitting, smoking and watching Takeshi. Any other moment, Takeshi would flush, but right now he felt that surroundings didn’t quite have anything to do with him, so he just opened his lips a little, a fish noise.
“You know what?” G said. “Make a move on him, finally, dammit. The worst you’ll get a black eye or two,” he sucked on his cigarette for a while, contemplating. “But nah, dun even think so. Little dimwit; cut him some slack.”
“Thanks,” Takeshi said.
“Fuck,” Said G, and then he smiled. “What a kid.”
He ruffled Takeshi’s hair, and disappeared right into the thin air.
Takeshi smiled and just lay there for a while, breathing. And then he turned around and reached for the phone to dial Gokudera’s number.
P.S. What, you don’t think that sex with G is the best birthday present? I do. \o/ Haha. Oh G, you fucking sex god, you.