KHR! || Tsuna/Chrome; "Meltdown" R
Title: Meltdown
Fandom: Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Tsuna/Chrome
Rating: R
Genre: Angst
Notes: Strong sexual themes and violence.
Meltdown
It is strange to be called beautiful by the man she is supposed to kill.
His fingers knot in her hair, tangling and tugging at the strands. She gasps against his mouth and his tongue slips past her parted lips. Her back presses against the wall, unforgiving wood the only support she has as Tsuna’s lips seal over hers.
How did it come to this, she often wonders? How did he twist her heart and muddle her thoughts so well? She was trained, schooled in how to manipulate him. Mukuro-sama was thorough. Yet somewhere along the way, between battles for their lives and promises of friendship the carefully woven plan began to fray. She supposed she only had herself to blame. She was weak.
“Chrome,” he whispered her name in a mix of desire and desperation. She only moaned softly in response. His body was stiflingly close.
He lifted her, one arm behind her knees and the other around her shoulders. She tucked her head against his neck and kept her arms close to her chest. He was so strong now, taller, older, a man instead of a boy. She was still frail, tiny and thin, yet he didn’t seem to mind. He carried her to his room, opening the door with one hand, then shutting it with a nudge of his foot. She sighed against his throat as he took her to the bed, laying her on the mattress gently. She sat up, watching as he undid the buttons to his vest and shirt. She pulled her dress over her head, letting the silk slide to the floor, his clothes soon joining it. He climbed onto the bed in nothing but his underwear and she lay back as he moved over her, dipping his head to run his tongue along her collar.
“Boss,” she shivered, because she had nothing else to say.
His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples through the material of her bra, making them harden beneath his fingers. She gasped, back arching, and she tilted her head to the side to allow him to brush his lips along her neck.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against the skin, and she bit her lip.
His hands trailed down her sides, moving over the skin with teasing touches before his fingers hooked in the sides of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her hips, and he slowly pulled them off, while her hands tugged at his own. He leaned back slightly, resting his hands on either side of her head as she pushed his briefs off his hips, his cock already half-hard. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, teasing, pumping him slow and light. Tsuna moaned, watching her, and she couldn’t help the flush. He kissed her, tongue sweeping over her lips and she allowed him entry. They kissed softly, tongues barely brushing each other for a long minute before his hips jerked against her hand and she nipped at his top lip.
Sweat had collected under his bangs, and she released his cock to wipe it away as he settled between her legs, the hard tip teasing her entrance. He simply looked at her, eyes boring into her own, and she gave him a faint nod. He pushed in, calm and slow. Her head tipped back, voice tight as she let out a breathy moan. He kissed the hollow of her throat, nipping faintly at the skin as he paused, buried fully inside her. Her body trembled, and he waited for her to adjust, muttering soothing words into her neck, pretty sentiments that would please any woman to hear.
She gave him a small noise, encouraging him to move. He thrust once, waiting, and when she arched her back, he trust again. They started a rhythm, moving with each intake of breath. Her hands had fisted in the sheets, until he pulled them away, placing them on his shoulders. She gripped hard, nails digging half-moon marks into his skin. Their breathing quickened, and their pace followed suit. His cock moved inside her carefully, almost afraid to hurt, and she tightened her body around him to encourage friction. He yelped, tensing, eyes slightly wide as he looked to her face. She only closed her eye and tipped her head back.
It was calming, the steady creak of bedsprings and the rhythmic ’haa-haa’ of their breath. She counted in her head, one-two one-two, a silly old habit from a lifetime before. It was almost music, the sounds they made. If she closed her eyes and simply counted, she could make-believe this was how it was supposed to be.
He was chanting her name, over and over in time with his thrusts. She could feel him jerking, body tensing, and she hooked her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. He moaned, loud and long, as he sunk into her and stilled, coming hard with a twitch of his hips. She shuddered at the feel. His hand released the bedclothes and reached down between them, thumb pressing against her clitoris, rubbing it in firm circles, making her jump and gasp. Her body throbbed, back going taunt, and she couldn’t catch her breath. He watched her, gaze hot, and she couldn’t look away. She came with a low whine, flexing around his softening cock.
They didn’t move for a while, simply trying to calm their breathing in the afterglow. Finally he pulled away, and dropped onto his side beside her.
“Chrome,” he reached over to tangle his fingers in her hair, and she turned her head. He smiled at her, and she simply looked at him, committing his face to memory. She wanted to remember this.
Her hands are bloody, skin and dirt caked beneath her nails, and she knows she’s not worthy to touch him as she presses against the wound in his chest, trying to stop the blood that seeps through her fingers. Her mind is numb and her tongue is tied as Tsuna coughs, his lips stained red.
Mukuro is quick to return the gun to its holster inside his jacket.
She heard noise now, other than Tsuna’s labored breathing. It was footsteps, and voices, coming closer, rushing down the hall. Tsuna’s eyes never left hers.
“C-Chrome,” he choked, and she only pressed down on the bullet wound harder, making him hiss. She hiccuped pitifully. “Chrome, don’t cry,” he reached up, fingers brushing across her cheeks. She felt the blood smear across her skin, “It’ll be alright.”
“B…Boss…”
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped, and she couldn’t hold back the little sob.
“Boss!” she wailed, but the sound was drowned out by the door being kicked open, and there’s more shouting.
She's pulled off the bed, and she felt Mukuro behind her. He slipped a robe onto her shoulders, and she could only watch as the Storm Guardian jumped onto the bed, pressing his hands against his leader’s chest.
“Get Ryohei, quick!” he barked, and the Thunder Guardian fled, “Hold on Tenth!”
“You did well,” Mukuro leaned in close to whisper in her ear, yet she felt no warmth from his breath, “Very good, my cute Chrome,” his hand pressed against her lower abdomen. Chrome’s jaw tightened, and she shook with her withheld sobs.
I’m sorry
Part II: Cracks
Fandom: Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Tsuna/Chrome
Rating: R
Genre: Angst
Notes: Strong sexual themes and violence.
Meltdown
It is strange to be called beautiful by the man she is supposed to kill.
His fingers knot in her hair, tangling and tugging at the strands. She gasps against his mouth and his tongue slips past her parted lips. Her back presses against the wall, unforgiving wood the only support she has as Tsuna’s lips seal over hers.
How did it come to this, she often wonders? How did he twist her heart and muddle her thoughts so well? She was trained, schooled in how to manipulate him. Mukuro-sama was thorough. Yet somewhere along the way, between battles for their lives and promises of friendship the carefully woven plan began to fray. She supposed she only had herself to blame. She was weak.
“Chrome,” he whispered her name in a mix of desire and desperation. She only moaned softly in response. His body was stiflingly close.
He lifted her, one arm behind her knees and the other around her shoulders. She tucked her head against his neck and kept her arms close to her chest. He was so strong now, taller, older, a man instead of a boy. She was still frail, tiny and thin, yet he didn’t seem to mind. He carried her to his room, opening the door with one hand, then shutting it with a nudge of his foot. She sighed against his throat as he took her to the bed, laying her on the mattress gently. She sat up, watching as he undid the buttons to his vest and shirt. She pulled her dress over her head, letting the silk slide to the floor, his clothes soon joining it. He climbed onto the bed in nothing but his underwear and she lay back as he moved over her, dipping his head to run his tongue along her collar.
“Boss,” she shivered, because she had nothing else to say.
His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples through the material of her bra, making them harden beneath his fingers. She gasped, back arching, and she tilted her head to the side to allow him to brush his lips along her neck.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against the skin, and she bit her lip.
His hands trailed down her sides, moving over the skin with teasing touches before his fingers hooked in the sides of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her hips, and he slowly pulled them off, while her hands tugged at his own. He leaned back slightly, resting his hands on either side of her head as she pushed his briefs off his hips, his cock already half-hard. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, teasing, pumping him slow and light. Tsuna moaned, watching her, and she couldn’t help the flush. He kissed her, tongue sweeping over her lips and she allowed him entry. They kissed softly, tongues barely brushing each other for a long minute before his hips jerked against her hand and she nipped at his top lip.
Sweat had collected under his bangs, and she released his cock to wipe it away as he settled between her legs, the hard tip teasing her entrance. He simply looked at her, eyes boring into her own, and she gave him a faint nod. He pushed in, calm and slow. Her head tipped back, voice tight as she let out a breathy moan. He kissed the hollow of her throat, nipping faintly at the skin as he paused, buried fully inside her. Her body trembled, and he waited for her to adjust, muttering soothing words into her neck, pretty sentiments that would please any woman to hear.
She gave him a small noise, encouraging him to move. He thrust once, waiting, and when she arched her back, he trust again. They started a rhythm, moving with each intake of breath. Her hands had fisted in the sheets, until he pulled them away, placing them on his shoulders. She gripped hard, nails digging half-moon marks into his skin. Their breathing quickened, and their pace followed suit. His cock moved inside her carefully, almost afraid to hurt, and she tightened her body around him to encourage friction. He yelped, tensing, eyes slightly wide as he looked to her face. She only closed her eye and tipped her head back.
It was calming, the steady creak of bedsprings and the rhythmic ’haa-haa’ of their breath. She counted in her head, one-two one-two, a silly old habit from a lifetime before. It was almost music, the sounds they made. If she closed her eyes and simply counted, she could make-believe this was how it was supposed to be.
He was chanting her name, over and over in time with his thrusts. She could feel him jerking, body tensing, and she hooked her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. He moaned, loud and long, as he sunk into her and stilled, coming hard with a twitch of his hips. She shuddered at the feel. His hand released the bedclothes and reached down between them, thumb pressing against her clitoris, rubbing it in firm circles, making her jump and gasp. Her body throbbed, back going taunt, and she couldn’t catch her breath. He watched her, gaze hot, and she couldn’t look away. She came with a low whine, flexing around his softening cock.
They didn’t move for a while, simply trying to calm their breathing in the afterglow. Finally he pulled away, and dropped onto his side beside her.
“Chrome,” he reached over to tangle his fingers in her hair, and she turned her head. He smiled at her, and she simply looked at him, committing his face to memory. She wanted to remember this.
Her hands are bloody, skin and dirt caked beneath her nails, and she knows she’s not worthy to touch him as she presses against the wound in his chest, trying to stop the blood that seeps through her fingers. Her mind is numb and her tongue is tied as Tsuna coughs, his lips stained red.
Mukuro is quick to return the gun to its holster inside his jacket.
She heard noise now, other than Tsuna’s labored breathing. It was footsteps, and voices, coming closer, rushing down the hall. Tsuna’s eyes never left hers.
“C-Chrome,” he choked, and she only pressed down on the bullet wound harder, making him hiss. She hiccuped pitifully. “Chrome, don’t cry,” he reached up, fingers brushing across her cheeks. She felt the blood smear across her skin, “It’ll be alright.”
“B…Boss…”
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped, and she couldn’t hold back the little sob.
“Boss!” she wailed, but the sound was drowned out by the door being kicked open, and there’s more shouting.
She's pulled off the bed, and she felt Mukuro behind her. He slipped a robe onto her shoulders, and she could only watch as the Storm Guardian jumped onto the bed, pressing his hands against his leader’s chest.
“Get Ryohei, quick!” he barked, and the Thunder Guardian fled, “Hold on Tenth!”
“You did well,” Mukuro leaned in close to whisper in her ear, yet she felt no warmth from his breath, “Very good, my cute Chrome,” his hand pressed against her lower abdomen. Chrome’s jaw tightened, and she shook with her withheld sobs.
I’m sorry
Part II: Cracks