[FIC] Cross the Line - Part 7
Title: Cross the Line 7
Rating: M (cursing, NWS)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Not work safe!
b. Enjoy ;)
Cross the Line 7
The room was eerily quiet, except for the clock's soft ticking and the storm guardian's soft breathing. Gokudera lay unconscious on the floor, ignorant in his drunken slumber. Yamamoto, Tsuna, and the baseball senior just stood frozen in place, watching in trepidation, as the cloud guardian quietly stared at his soiled black shoes then at the sleeping form next to it.
Hibari stayed silent, and his face remained stoic. The only indication of emotion was a small (but growing) tic on the side of his temple, but it was enough for Tsuna to know that things were going to get really bad very soon.
The silence broke in an instant. The other two guardians felt a spike in the level of bloodlust in the room. With lightning speed, the cloud guardian brandished tonfas on each hand. Hibari quickly stepped forward, pulled an arm back to ready his stance, then took a hard swing toward the unconscious silverette.
“Wait!” a stern voice echoed throughout the room.
Suddenly, the cloud guardian felt a firm resistance against his tonfa. His eyes widened as he saw Tsunayoshi Sawada's palm blocking the metal rod.
“W-wait,” Tsuna said. His voice shaky with nervousness, yet, his hand firm and uncompromising. He remained crouched between the cloud and storm guardians.
When did he...? Hibari thought.
“I-I'm sorry, Hibari,” Tsuna apologized. “But he's just drunk. He didn't mean to... um, we can just talk about this, right?”
Hibari took a step back, still pondering on the unfathomable speed of the Tenth Generation boss. “It's still a disturbance.” Hibari insisted. “That herbivore need to be punished.”
“No. It's not his fault.” Tsuna explained, his tone firm. “I was the one who invited him out, I was the one who treated him for drinks, and I was sober enough to stop him. It's my responsibility. If anyone needs the punishment, it'll be me.”
Another wave of silence filled the room. Hibari contemplated the situation a moment, before stepping forward until he was close to the young Vongola boss.
“If that's the case,” Hibari said in a low voice. He smirked, then leaned forward to whisper in Tsuna's ear. “I'll just have to punish you myself.”
“H-huh!?” Tsuna gawked. Before he could react, he felt a tug on his collar. Hibari started dragging him out the door.
“You herbivores can go,” Hibari informed the group as he dragged a confused but red-faced Tsuna behind him.
XXX
Being with Gokudera Hayato was full of surprises, and he knew that somehow, in some way, things were never that quiet when he was around. Things blow up, people get angry, and, in this case, he narrowly escaped another college's disciplinary committee's punishment. He was lucky that Tsuna was there, explaining that he only needed to talk to him since he was the only Namimori College student there.
Yamamoto owed Tsuna a favor, and hoped that Hibari wasn't too hard on him. Yamamoto didn't worry too much about the situation. He didn't understand all the implications, but somehow his gut told him that both Tsuna and Hibari were going to work things out somehow.
Yamamoto sighed, then chuckled softly to himself. What a night. He carried an unconscious Gokudera on his back as he walked leisurely toward the dorms. Ken walked behind him in silence.
“He's not your friend, is he?” Ken said, breaking the serenity of the evening.
Yamamoto laughed heartily. “No, we're not friends at all.”
Ken sped up to walk in front of Yamamoto, then commented, “You look totally different when he's around.”
“Huh?”
The blond merely sighed tiredly in response. He turned right then started walking in a different direction.
“Senpai? Where are you going?”
Without turning around, the upperclassman waved. “Just take him home,” he said. “And keep a leash on him.”
Leash? Yamamoto thought, confused.
XXX
Once they arrived at the dorm, Gokudera started stirring in and out of consciousness. Yamamoto helped the man to brush his teeth, take off his shoes, then settled him on the bed. The baseball player sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled up the covers for his former roommate.
“I smell like shit..” the shorter man mumbled, stubbornly pushing the covers away.
“It's the alcohol,” Yamamoto responded patiently. “Just go to sleep. I'll head back to the other dorm.”
Gokudera gave a throaty growl before grabbing the athlete’s arm tightly. “No,” the storm guardian whined, giving him an irresistibly cute pout.
In a different circumstance, Yamamoto may have considered the situation amusing, but in that moment, all he could think of was getting away from the silver-haired man as fast as he can.
He gently pushed the clinging hand away, then said, “You'll be ok, Gokudera. I really have to go back now.”
Gokudera clumsily sat up then wrapped his lanky arms around the other man's waist. He buried his face on the small of Yamamoto's back and squeezed tightly. “No,” he whined again, but this time, with a more forceful tone.
Yamamoto felt a flutter of pleasure on his chest upon feeling the body warmth on his back. Oh no, I need to leave! his mind panicked. He took hold of the other man's skinny wrists and tried to pry the clinging hands away.
“Gokudera, you don't want me here.”
“Since when?”
“Since the beginning.”
“Hnnn... When'd I say that?” the man slurred, gently rubbing his hands up and down the athlete's taut chest.
Yamamoto stiffened. “Y-you didn't say anything. I just know because you insist that we're not friends.”
“That's 'cause we're not ...” Gokudera mumbled, stretching his back, allowing his chest to feel more of the arch of Yamamoto's back.
“That's why I need to leave before you... Whoa!” Yamamoto jumped as agile pianist fingers pinched his nipple.
When did he unbutton my shirt!? Yamamoto's mind screamed. He bit back a moan as the hands gradually wandered down his abs and settled right above his waistline.
“You can't leave,” Gokudera whispered hotly in his ear before lightly nipping his earlobe.
“...I have to.”
“Why?” Gokudera asked innocently. His hand slid further down the waistline, then gently squeezed a hard, moist member.
Yamamoto arched his back and groaned. He's drunk! his conscience exclaimed. He doesn't know what he's doing, but...
“I... I don't want to cross the line,” the baseball player grit out.
“You already have,” Gokudera said, giving one hard pump.
“Argh... G-gokudera, don't!”
“Just this once,” the shorter man whispered. Using his free hand, he cupped the rain guardian's chin and turned his head to face him. “Please don't leave me...”
Yamamoto gazed at Gokudera's face and regretted it. Those pink, bruised lips were partway open, inviting him in for a taste. However, it was the half-lowered eyelids and the hazy, desire-filled emerald orbs that broke any form of conscience he had.
Yamamoto let out a low growl then pushed the other man down on the mattress. He deftly took off both their clothes and immediately attacked the pale chest, sucking harshly on one nipple and then the other. He relished in the wanton moans from the silverette, encouraging more of the unexpectedly brusque foreplay. He sucked all over the pale surface, leaving several marks on the once-smooth chest. The more marks he saw on the other man, the more Yamamoto savored the swell of possessiveness he felt. Even if it was only for one night, the man was his and his alone.
You're all mine...
Gokudera gasped once a calloused finger suddenly slid inside him. He squirmed uncomfortably, feeling the finger move around in such an awkward spot.
“Does it hurt?” Yamamoto whispered in his ear.
Gokudera merely pointed at his dresser. “L...lube...” he answered.
The baseball player didn't question why the man had a ready supply of lube. He quickly reached for it, and squeezed a fair amount on his fingers. Once ready, he easily slid a finger into the hole.
So hot inside... Yamamoto thought. After a few thrusts, he slid a few more fingers in. He felt Gokudera's muscles stretch and resist a little before loosening and sucking his digits further inside.
“Nnn... can't do it.” Gokudera whimpered.
“It's ok, Gokudera. Just... relax...”
“C-can't hold it... I need---Mmmph!”
Yamamoto covered the storm guardian's mouth in a domineering kiss before lifting the smaller man's hips and giving one deep, penetrating thrust. He wasted no time in withdrawing, then thrusting in repeatedly, making the other man cry out against his mouth. He knew he was being a little rough, but he couldn't help his body from moving back and forth in such tantalizing rhythm. What's worse was the man underneath him took all of him in with great eagerness, squeezing and pulling, as if wanting and encouraging more of this roughness and pleasing torture.
Oh, God. I want to cum so bad... Yamamoto thought.
Suddenly, Yamamoto felt a tight squeeze and a spasm around him. Gokudera threw his head back and cried out as small spurts of white liquid coated their bellies.
“Gokudera...” Yamamoto groaned. Gokudera's insides were driving him over the edge. He thrust as deep as he could then came inside the delicious warmth.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Yamamoto collapsed beside his bed partner, not caring if, at some point, he'd have to wake up from such pleasurable dream.
XXX
End of chapter.
Rating: M (cursing, NWS)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Not work safe!
b. Enjoy ;)
Cross the Line 7
The room was eerily quiet, except for the clock's soft ticking and the storm guardian's soft breathing. Gokudera lay unconscious on the floor, ignorant in his drunken slumber. Yamamoto, Tsuna, and the baseball senior just stood frozen in place, watching in trepidation, as the cloud guardian quietly stared at his soiled black shoes then at the sleeping form next to it.
Hibari stayed silent, and his face remained stoic. The only indication of emotion was a small (but growing) tic on the side of his temple, but it was enough for Tsuna to know that things were going to get really bad very soon.
The silence broke in an instant. The other two guardians felt a spike in the level of bloodlust in the room. With lightning speed, the cloud guardian brandished tonfas on each hand. Hibari quickly stepped forward, pulled an arm back to ready his stance, then took a hard swing toward the unconscious silverette.
“Wait!” a stern voice echoed throughout the room.
Suddenly, the cloud guardian felt a firm resistance against his tonfa. His eyes widened as he saw Tsunayoshi Sawada's palm blocking the metal rod.
“W-wait,” Tsuna said. His voice shaky with nervousness, yet, his hand firm and uncompromising. He remained crouched between the cloud and storm guardians.
When did he...? Hibari thought.
“I-I'm sorry, Hibari,” Tsuna apologized. “But he's just drunk. He didn't mean to... um, we can just talk about this, right?”
Hibari took a step back, still pondering on the unfathomable speed of the Tenth Generation boss. “It's still a disturbance.” Hibari insisted. “That herbivore need to be punished.”
“No. It's not his fault.” Tsuna explained, his tone firm. “I was the one who invited him out, I was the one who treated him for drinks, and I was sober enough to stop him. It's my responsibility. If anyone needs the punishment, it'll be me.”
Another wave of silence filled the room. Hibari contemplated the situation a moment, before stepping forward until he was close to the young Vongola boss.
“If that's the case,” Hibari said in a low voice. He smirked, then leaned forward to whisper in Tsuna's ear. “I'll just have to punish you myself.”
“H-huh!?” Tsuna gawked. Before he could react, he felt a tug on his collar. Hibari started dragging him out the door.
“You herbivores can go,” Hibari informed the group as he dragged a confused but red-faced Tsuna behind him.
XXX
Being with Gokudera Hayato was full of surprises, and he knew that somehow, in some way, things were never that quiet when he was around. Things blow up, people get angry, and, in this case, he narrowly escaped another college's disciplinary committee's punishment. He was lucky that Tsuna was there, explaining that he only needed to talk to him since he was the only Namimori College student there.
Yamamoto owed Tsuna a favor, and hoped that Hibari wasn't too hard on him. Yamamoto didn't worry too much about the situation. He didn't understand all the implications, but somehow his gut told him that both Tsuna and Hibari were going to work things out somehow.
Yamamoto sighed, then chuckled softly to himself. What a night. He carried an unconscious Gokudera on his back as he walked leisurely toward the dorms. Ken walked behind him in silence.
“He's not your friend, is he?” Ken said, breaking the serenity of the evening.
Yamamoto laughed heartily. “No, we're not friends at all.”
Ken sped up to walk in front of Yamamoto, then commented, “You look totally different when he's around.”
“Huh?”
The blond merely sighed tiredly in response. He turned right then started walking in a different direction.
“Senpai? Where are you going?”
Without turning around, the upperclassman waved. “Just take him home,” he said. “And keep a leash on him.”
Leash? Yamamoto thought, confused.
XXX
Once they arrived at the dorm, Gokudera started stirring in and out of consciousness. Yamamoto helped the man to brush his teeth, take off his shoes, then settled him on the bed. The baseball player sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled up the covers for his former roommate.
“I smell like shit..” the shorter man mumbled, stubbornly pushing the covers away.
“It's the alcohol,” Yamamoto responded patiently. “Just go to sleep. I'll head back to the other dorm.”
Gokudera gave a throaty growl before grabbing the athlete’s arm tightly. “No,” the storm guardian whined, giving him an irresistibly cute pout.
In a different circumstance, Yamamoto may have considered the situation amusing, but in that moment, all he could think of was getting away from the silver-haired man as fast as he can.
He gently pushed the clinging hand away, then said, “You'll be ok, Gokudera. I really have to go back now.”
Gokudera clumsily sat up then wrapped his lanky arms around the other man's waist. He buried his face on the small of Yamamoto's back and squeezed tightly. “No,” he whined again, but this time, with a more forceful tone.
Yamamoto felt a flutter of pleasure on his chest upon feeling the body warmth on his back. Oh no, I need to leave! his mind panicked. He took hold of the other man's skinny wrists and tried to pry the clinging hands away.
“Gokudera, you don't want me here.”
“Since when?”
“Since the beginning.”
“Hnnn... When'd I say that?” the man slurred, gently rubbing his hands up and down the athlete's taut chest.
Yamamoto stiffened. “Y-you didn't say anything. I just know because you insist that we're not friends.”
“That's 'cause we're not ...” Gokudera mumbled, stretching his back, allowing his chest to feel more of the arch of Yamamoto's back.
“That's why I need to leave before you... Whoa!” Yamamoto jumped as agile pianist fingers pinched his nipple.
When did he unbutton my shirt!? Yamamoto's mind screamed. He bit back a moan as the hands gradually wandered down his abs and settled right above his waistline.
“You can't leave,” Gokudera whispered hotly in his ear before lightly nipping his earlobe.
“...I have to.”
“Why?” Gokudera asked innocently. His hand slid further down the waistline, then gently squeezed a hard, moist member.
Yamamoto arched his back and groaned. He's drunk! his conscience exclaimed. He doesn't know what he's doing, but...
“I... I don't want to cross the line,” the baseball player grit out.
“You already have,” Gokudera said, giving one hard pump.
“Argh... G-gokudera, don't!”
“Just this once,” the shorter man whispered. Using his free hand, he cupped the rain guardian's chin and turned his head to face him. “Please don't leave me...”
Yamamoto gazed at Gokudera's face and regretted it. Those pink, bruised lips were partway open, inviting him in for a taste. However, it was the half-lowered eyelids and the hazy, desire-filled emerald orbs that broke any form of conscience he had.
Yamamoto let out a low growl then pushed the other man down on the mattress. He deftly took off both their clothes and immediately attacked the pale chest, sucking harshly on one nipple and then the other. He relished in the wanton moans from the silverette, encouraging more of the unexpectedly brusque foreplay. He sucked all over the pale surface, leaving several marks on the once-smooth chest. The more marks he saw on the other man, the more Yamamoto savored the swell of possessiveness he felt. Even if it was only for one night, the man was his and his alone.
You're all mine...
Gokudera gasped once a calloused finger suddenly slid inside him. He squirmed uncomfortably, feeling the finger move around in such an awkward spot.
“Does it hurt?” Yamamoto whispered in his ear.
Gokudera merely pointed at his dresser. “L...lube...” he answered.
The baseball player didn't question why the man had a ready supply of lube. He quickly reached for it, and squeezed a fair amount on his fingers. Once ready, he easily slid a finger into the hole.
So hot inside... Yamamoto thought. After a few thrusts, he slid a few more fingers in. He felt Gokudera's muscles stretch and resist a little before loosening and sucking his digits further inside.
“Nnn... can't do it.” Gokudera whimpered.
“It's ok, Gokudera. Just... relax...”
“C-can't hold it... I need---Mmmph!”
Yamamoto covered the storm guardian's mouth in a domineering kiss before lifting the smaller man's hips and giving one deep, penetrating thrust. He wasted no time in withdrawing, then thrusting in repeatedly, making the other man cry out against his mouth. He knew he was being a little rough, but he couldn't help his body from moving back and forth in such tantalizing rhythm. What's worse was the man underneath him took all of him in with great eagerness, squeezing and pulling, as if wanting and encouraging more of this roughness and pleasing torture.
Oh, God. I want to cum so bad... Yamamoto thought.
Suddenly, Yamamoto felt a tight squeeze and a spasm around him. Gokudera threw his head back and cried out as small spurts of white liquid coated their bellies.
“Gokudera...” Yamamoto groaned. Gokudera's insides were driving him over the edge. He thrust as deep as he could then came inside the delicious warmth.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Yamamoto collapsed beside his bed partner, not caring if, at some point, he'd have to wake up from such pleasurable dream.
XXX
End of chapter.