[500themes] Figlio della Tempesta:[1]: Toxic Tease
Title: Figlio della Tempesta[1]: 91. Toxic Tease: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Author/Artist: insane_desire
Rating: R
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing/s: MM59 / MM Gokudera
Theme: 91. Toxic Tease
Words: 1769
Genre/s: Smut
Warnings: Sex
Worksafe: Not Exactly
Summary: Hayato Gokudera finds that his information gathering mission needs more than just smooth talking to get to. The start of the Figlio dela Tempesta (Child of the Storm) Series.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is not mine. Amano Akira owns all rights to it.
Hayato Gokudera sighed as he looked about the crowded club, his cigarette lit as wisps of silvery smoke travelled from it. He hated this place. Not because it was crowded, that was Hibari’s issue, but because he believed that most of the brainless idiots in the world gathered ni crowds and mosh pits like these. He walked through the crowd, ignoring the advances of barely clothed drunken bimbos that were obviously attracted to his cold and irritated glare. The more that he told them to go away the more they followed, growing in numbers by the minute which increased his irritability.
He looked around for her. The damned woman that he needed to meet. He wanted to see her, talk to her, get the information he needed from her and leave this shithole forever. However, she had made it difficult for him to do so simply. Instead, she orchestrated a treasure hunt for him and the last clue led him here.
He had ignored the bimbo army that watched him as he sat on the bar and scanned the place for his informant. He called the bartender over and ordered another shot of brandy on the rocks. This place annoyed him and the only way to survive it, it seemed, was to drink.
He didn’t know how long he had been waiting or how many drinks he’s had. He was pissedBut he finally found her. She was sitting near the V.I.P. Lounge, a martini glass in hand, talking very loudly to several ladies who were cooing over her designer outfit.
“Found you, “ Hayato Gokudera said as he lay a nasty glare at the woman. “Now, stop playing your little games , tell your bimbo army to go away and talk to me.”
“Hayato Gokudera,” The red headed woman said in an obvious french accent. She nodded her head and her crowd of squealing ladies left her. She took a long studying glance at him and then smiled. “Bon soir! You made it and you found me.” She pouted, her bright red lipstick screaming at him. “Is that all you have to say to me after not seeing me in so long?”
“Tch,” Hayato Gokudera clucked his tounge and blew out smoke in her direction. “I have no time for this. Now, spill. What do you know about Petronilo Deocelli?”
“So cold,” the young woman smiled at him and stood up. She was beautiful, her long legs were barely covered in her short couture dress that she snatched from the runway in Paris. Her shoes were Jimmy Choos and her perfectly manicured nails had tiny swarovski crystals on them.
"Don't be so hasty, Mr. Vongola Storm." She beckoned onto him with her diamond ring glinting in the lights. "Come and join me." She patted to the plush suede seat next to her. “Francois? Can you bring my friend here some of the bottles of your 1892’s I think this calls for a celebration. I haven’t seen this man in.... say, 13 years?”
The tall french bodyguard smiled at his young mistress and nodded. “Of Course Mademoiselle.”
“Tch. “ Gokudera Hayato played along. He sat down. Though he hated to admit it, MM looked really good. She turned out to be a beautiful young french lady. He would be attracted to her if not for her obvious greed and lust for money, then again, he’d dated worse. He wasn’t exactly a saint and he did not count the number of times that he’d had sex. Probably a few hundred - seeing that women had always came on to him and he had never once had to make effort to get a girl.
This was no exception. The look on MM’s face was definitely one that he’d seen many times. She was horny and she wanted him. It wasn’t part of his job to pleasure her, but if that’s what it took to get information out of the woman, he’d oblige. The Tenth needed this information and he’d do everything to get it.
Once Hayato was settled down and wine was served, MM smiled at him. “You look good, Hayato Gokudera. Better than I remembered. You were a brat with silver messy hair and those garish emo clothes right? I’m glad that you’ve outgrown that phase. That Dolce and Gabbana suit you have on is much more appropriate and suits you well. Though, I’d still do something about that hair.”
Hayato replied to her with a glare. “I didn’t come here to get a makeover or a fashion consult missy, now, spill. I’ve already gone way and beyond your game. The tenth needs me back soon.”
“Vongola Decimo,” MM’s lips curved into a coy smile.” Sawada Tsunayoshi, how is he? I’ve heard so much about him. He’s grown much, hasn’t he? Is he still a weakling with bad fashion sense?”
If anyone knew Hayato Gokudera, they’d know that to get him talking was to mention the name of the Tenth. Everyone knew that he was the most loyal friend and guardian to the man and would do anything for him.
“The Tenth is doing well and I don’t give a flying fuck about what you say about his clothes because clothes does not make the man. Besides, the Vongola Image Council makes sure that we guardians are always well dressed for the occassion,” Hayato Gokudera started. “And how dare you insult the name of the Vongola Decimo. He is not a weakling in fact,” he paused to take a sip of his wine. “He’s probably one of the best Head of the Family since Nono and Primo!”
He continued to list down in full detail the laurels, trophies and achievements not noticing the glass he had never emptying and forgetting all sorts of self-control. He’s had quite a few hard drinks before this and lost track of all his alcohol consumption. But he continued, smiling and beaming as he talked about his favorite person in the world.
MM was aiming for this. She listened carefully at the man’s drunken babble. MM was quite pleased that Decimo sent a handsome guardian to seek and keep her company not some strange old lackey. Normally, if it was the latter. She would only have given the information after she had been properly bribed or after he had his ears broken or seriously played with. She moved towards him, her prey for the night and grabbed one of his hands and put it on her exposed thighs.
He didn’t flinch. Not many men do and she smiled at him as she leaned over to nibble at his ear. Hayato Gokudera was a fine and handsome man. Strong and beautiful, smart - smarter than the men she usually preys on and is #5 on the Most Attractive Men in the Mafia list that she commissioned Ranking Fuuta to do sometime for her. She had her eye on him - seeing how far she could tease and take the man and wouldn’t mind if she conquered him.
“If you are a good boy and make me happy, I’ll give you what you need and more,” she whispered to him. “Besides, Hayato, it would be cruel and improper for you to refuse a little lady’s request.”
Hayato Gokudera was drunk enough to lose control of his bodily desires, but his mind was clearly awake. He knew what MM was doing. He knew that the VIP room they were in right now was locked and guarded from the outside and that the only way he could get out of there without causing trouble (which the tenth absolutely said not to cause was to play along her foul little schemes.
It didn’t take long after that before clothes were thrown off. The nice silk dress was in a pile next to the couch and his fine Dolce suit was discarded. All he was wearing now was his rings, and a necklace of the vongola crest which Tsuna had given him last year for his birthday The affair had been anything but quiet. Explicit words and threats were thrown as two sweaty bodies battled for dominance in a heated battle of lusts which lasted far longer than they both expected. However, soon, they were spent - laying on the couch. MM with a satisfied grin on her face and Hayato, barely awake drunk with ectstacy, exhaustion and alcohol.
She soon stood and dressed up. She arranged her hair and her make up to look like nothing had happened. Hayato was struggling to get into his own pants when a pink bejewelled flash drive dropped in front of him.
“Petronilo Deocelli, current business mogul on the outside and drug lord in the inside. Owns the biggest opium manufacturing in the world,” MM said matter of factly. “Everything I know about him should be inside that flash drive and since you did make me happy, here’s your bonus. Petronilo is in the lounge next door to us. Drunk as you are and having a good time. “
“... you mean,” Hayato came out of his drunken state at this news. He stood up, half dressed and peeked into the small window that showed that indeed, the man he needed was next door. He gave a small nod of appreciation to MM before he quickly gathered his clothes and the flash drive.
MM smiled at him. “Don’t fall in love with me now,” she warned and gave him a lingering kiss before she left.”I would help you with him, but he isn’t my concern. Muku-chan said only to aid you with this and he’s meeting me tomorrow in Paris so I have a flight to catch. See you again, love.” She said with a giggle before she left.
What a tease. Hayato shook his head in amusement. She would hate him, if not for her help in finding this man he needed to question. “Tch.” Was all he said as he watched her leave and adjust his tie. He shook all future possibilities of meeting MM again from his mind. He needed to focus. The sex was good and he did it for a job he just completed.Now, he had work to do and a man to interrogate.
Hayato had forgotten about her the minute he knocked into Petronilo’s room. Hesucceeded his mission and earned compliments from the Tenth. MM, however, didn’t think she would need to think about him again.
Yes, everyone thought that the story of that toxic tease was done. However, no one knew that this was just the beginning.
Author/Artist: insane_desire
Rating: R
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing/s: MM59 / MM Gokudera
Theme: 91. Toxic Tease
Words: 1769
Genre/s: Smut
Warnings: Sex
Worksafe: Not Exactly
Summary: Hayato Gokudera finds that his information gathering mission needs more than just smooth talking to get to. The start of the Figlio dela Tempesta (Child of the Storm) Series.
Disclaimer/Claimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn is not mine. Amano Akira owns all rights to it.
Hayato Gokudera sighed as he looked about the crowded club, his cigarette lit as wisps of silvery smoke travelled from it. He hated this place. Not because it was crowded, that was Hibari’s issue, but because he believed that most of the brainless idiots in the world gathered ni crowds and mosh pits like these. He walked through the crowd, ignoring the advances of barely clothed drunken bimbos that were obviously attracted to his cold and irritated glare. The more that he told them to go away the more they followed, growing in numbers by the minute which increased his irritability.
He looked around for her. The damned woman that he needed to meet. He wanted to see her, talk to her, get the information he needed from her and leave this shithole forever. However, she had made it difficult for him to do so simply. Instead, she orchestrated a treasure hunt for him and the last clue led him here.
He had ignored the bimbo army that watched him as he sat on the bar and scanned the place for his informant. He called the bartender over and ordered another shot of brandy on the rocks. This place annoyed him and the only way to survive it, it seemed, was to drink.
He didn’t know how long he had been waiting or how many drinks he’s had. He was pissedBut he finally found her. She was sitting near the V.I.P. Lounge, a martini glass in hand, talking very loudly to several ladies who were cooing over her designer outfit.
“Found you, “ Hayato Gokudera said as he lay a nasty glare at the woman. “Now, stop playing your little games , tell your bimbo army to go away and talk to me.”
“Hayato Gokudera,” The red headed woman said in an obvious french accent. She nodded her head and her crowd of squealing ladies left her. She took a long studying glance at him and then smiled. “Bon soir! You made it and you found me.” She pouted, her bright red lipstick screaming at him. “Is that all you have to say to me after not seeing me in so long?”
“Tch,” Hayato Gokudera clucked his tounge and blew out smoke in her direction. “I have no time for this. Now, spill. What do you know about Petronilo Deocelli?”
“So cold,” the young woman smiled at him and stood up. She was beautiful, her long legs were barely covered in her short couture dress that she snatched from the runway in Paris. Her shoes were Jimmy Choos and her perfectly manicured nails had tiny swarovski crystals on them.
"Don't be so hasty, Mr. Vongola Storm." She beckoned onto him with her diamond ring glinting in the lights. "Come and join me." She patted to the plush suede seat next to her. “Francois? Can you bring my friend here some of the bottles of your 1892’s I think this calls for a celebration. I haven’t seen this man in.... say, 13 years?”
The tall french bodyguard smiled at his young mistress and nodded. “Of Course Mademoiselle.”
“Tch. “ Gokudera Hayato played along. He sat down. Though he hated to admit it, MM looked really good. She turned out to be a beautiful young french lady. He would be attracted to her if not for her obvious greed and lust for money, then again, he’d dated worse. He wasn’t exactly a saint and he did not count the number of times that he’d had sex. Probably a few hundred - seeing that women had always came on to him and he had never once had to make effort to get a girl.
This was no exception. The look on MM’s face was definitely one that he’d seen many times. She was horny and she wanted him. It wasn’t part of his job to pleasure her, but if that’s what it took to get information out of the woman, he’d oblige. The Tenth needed this information and he’d do everything to get it.
Once Hayato was settled down and wine was served, MM smiled at him. “You look good, Hayato Gokudera. Better than I remembered. You were a brat with silver messy hair and those garish emo clothes right? I’m glad that you’ve outgrown that phase. That Dolce and Gabbana suit you have on is much more appropriate and suits you well. Though, I’d still do something about that hair.”
Hayato replied to her with a glare. “I didn’t come here to get a makeover or a fashion consult missy, now, spill. I’ve already gone way and beyond your game. The tenth needs me back soon.”
“Vongola Decimo,” MM’s lips curved into a coy smile.” Sawada Tsunayoshi, how is he? I’ve heard so much about him. He’s grown much, hasn’t he? Is he still a weakling with bad fashion sense?”
If anyone knew Hayato Gokudera, they’d know that to get him talking was to mention the name of the Tenth. Everyone knew that he was the most loyal friend and guardian to the man and would do anything for him.
“The Tenth is doing well and I don’t give a flying fuck about what you say about his clothes because clothes does not make the man. Besides, the Vongola Image Council makes sure that we guardians are always well dressed for the occassion,” Hayato Gokudera started. “And how dare you insult the name of the Vongola Decimo. He is not a weakling in fact,” he paused to take a sip of his wine. “He’s probably one of the best Head of the Family since Nono and Primo!”
He continued to list down in full detail the laurels, trophies and achievements not noticing the glass he had never emptying and forgetting all sorts of self-control. He’s had quite a few hard drinks before this and lost track of all his alcohol consumption. But he continued, smiling and beaming as he talked about his favorite person in the world.
MM was aiming for this. She listened carefully at the man’s drunken babble. MM was quite pleased that Decimo sent a handsome guardian to seek and keep her company not some strange old lackey. Normally, if it was the latter. She would only have given the information after she had been properly bribed or after he had his ears broken or seriously played with. She moved towards him, her prey for the night and grabbed one of his hands and put it on her exposed thighs.
He didn’t flinch. Not many men do and she smiled at him as she leaned over to nibble at his ear. Hayato Gokudera was a fine and handsome man. Strong and beautiful, smart - smarter than the men she usually preys on and is #5 on the Most Attractive Men in the Mafia list that she commissioned Ranking Fuuta to do sometime for her. She had her eye on him - seeing how far she could tease and take the man and wouldn’t mind if she conquered him.
“If you are a good boy and make me happy, I’ll give you what you need and more,” she whispered to him. “Besides, Hayato, it would be cruel and improper for you to refuse a little lady’s request.”
Hayato Gokudera was drunk enough to lose control of his bodily desires, but his mind was clearly awake. He knew what MM was doing. He knew that the VIP room they were in right now was locked and guarded from the outside and that the only way he could get out of there without causing trouble (which the tenth absolutely said not to cause was to play along her foul little schemes.
It didn’t take long after that before clothes were thrown off. The nice silk dress was in a pile next to the couch and his fine Dolce suit was discarded. All he was wearing now was his rings, and a necklace of the vongola crest which Tsuna had given him last year for his birthday The affair had been anything but quiet. Explicit words and threats were thrown as two sweaty bodies battled for dominance in a heated battle of lusts which lasted far longer than they both expected. However, soon, they were spent - laying on the couch. MM with a satisfied grin on her face and Hayato, barely awake drunk with ectstacy, exhaustion and alcohol.
She soon stood and dressed up. She arranged her hair and her make up to look like nothing had happened. Hayato was struggling to get into his own pants when a pink bejewelled flash drive dropped in front of him.
“Petronilo Deocelli, current business mogul on the outside and drug lord in the inside. Owns the biggest opium manufacturing in the world,” MM said matter of factly. “Everything I know about him should be inside that flash drive and since you did make me happy, here’s your bonus. Petronilo is in the lounge next door to us. Drunk as you are and having a good time. “
“... you mean,” Hayato came out of his drunken state at this news. He stood up, half dressed and peeked into the small window that showed that indeed, the man he needed was next door. He gave a small nod of appreciation to MM before he quickly gathered his clothes and the flash drive.
MM smiled at him. “Don’t fall in love with me now,” she warned and gave him a lingering kiss before she left.”I would help you with him, but he isn’t my concern. Muku-chan said only to aid you with this and he’s meeting me tomorrow in Paris so I have a flight to catch. See you again, love.” She said with a giggle before she left.
What a tease. Hayato shook his head in amusement. She would hate him, if not for her help in finding this man he needed to question. “Tch.” Was all he said as he watched her leave and adjust his tie. He shook all future possibilities of meeting MM again from his mind. He needed to focus. The sex was good and he did it for a job he just completed.Now, he had work to do and a man to interrogate.
Hayato had forgotten about her the minute he knocked into Petronilo’s room. Hesucceeded his mission and earned compliments from the Tenth. MM, however, didn’t think she would need to think about him again.
Yes, everyone thought that the story of that toxic tease was done. However, no one knew that this was just the beginning.