[FIC] MADE OUT OF 100% PURE LOYALTY
Title: MADE OUT OF 100% PURE LOYALTY
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 2759
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tsuna finds a way in which Gokudera can finally prove his loyalty to him.
*
There’s a sudden and unexpected calm from mafia business and Gokudera is restless, agitated and potentially destructive. Reborn warns Tsuna that with all that thirst, with all that impossible need to prove himself and with no situation to do so, Gokudera may end up hurting himself.
Last week he nearly drowned trying to find a hat Tsuna had lost in the river.
The week before that, he narrowly avoided being hit by several cars in order to get to the Sawada residence before Yamamoto did.
‘See what I can do, Tenth!’
‘See what I’m willing to do for you, Tenth!’
In some ways he was more attention-seeking than Lambo. But the attention he searched for had to be special. It had to be recognition: recognition that Gokudera was irreplaceable. That he was Gokudera; not Yamamoto, not Lambo, not Ryohei. Not Hibari and not Mukuro. Not just a guardian or even just a right hand man.
“You have to do something about this, Tsuna,” Reborn says. “You’re the boss. You have to look after your subordinates.”
“But Gokudera’s not a subordinate!” Tsuna wants to cry. “He's much, much more!”
But Reborn is right. Gokudera can’t keep stalking around, trying to be the best when there was nothing to be the best at. “Think carefully. There has to be something that only he can do for you.”
There is something, Tsuna realises. The realisation comes with a raspberry flush to his cheeks and an unwelcome tingling down below. Tsuna doesn’t trust himself to speak, in case a garbled groan slips from him, and he just presses his fingers together nervously.
Reborn just smiles.
*
The idea is too ridiculous, too filthy to entertain, but the more Tsuna thinks about it, the more it seems like the only answer. He needs to keep Gokudera from accidently killing himself through some crazy stunt. ’Besides, that mouth can be put to better use than shouting expletives,’ Tsuna’s libido supplies helpfully and Tsuna can’t help but agree.
So he phones Gokudera one weekend afternoon, face already warm and dick already twitching. It has occurred to Tsuna that Gokudera might, like most sane people, say no to his stupid proposition. (But Tsuna knows Gokudera too well and Gokudera’s blinding devotion to him borders on the line of insanity, so that’s all right.)
Tsuna hears Gokudera’s voice on the phone, and he has to untangle his tongue from his heart, which had suddenly leapt up into his throat. “Ah, G-Gokudera-kun. I was wondering if you wanted to come over today. I mean, only - only if you’ve got nothing to do.” Gokudera is knocking on the door before Tsuna even puts the phone down and suddenly, they’re seated around the small table in his bedroom and Gokudera’s looking at him expectantly.
Tsuna takes a deep breath, hoping that maybe more air in his lungs would help him feel the confidence he needs for this… this 'crazy idea. Why am I doing this?’
Tsuna hears a “Gokudera-kun,” and realises that he’s already started speaking, even though he’s not ready for this and oh god, he’s so not ready for this, but it looks like it’s now or never and argh his voice is so small and he’s freaking out. “T-Touch me.”
The silence is stifling. Gokudera’s mouth falls open and his eyes are just as wide. “Tenth?” he says, probably thinking that he misheard, that Tsuna can’t possibly have asked for -
“Touch me.” There’s no stutter this time and somewhere in there, there’s authority.
Gokudera crawls over slowly and sits cross-legged in front of him. It takes Tsuna everything he has to keep his expression straight and not to laugh hysterically and pretend he's joking.
But when Gokudera presses a callused palm against Tsuna’s cheek, Tsuna knows that this had been the right thing to do. He tilts his face into Gokudera’s hand and Gokudera looks amazed at what's happening. He slowly drags his fingertips over Tsuna’s skin and the pad of his thumb brushes over Tsuna’s lips. Tsuna parts them slightly and he can see Gokudera visibly shudder when the tip of his thumb slips in.
“Tenth,” he breathes, but it still sounds like a question and Tsuna doesn’t want that. So Tsuna straightens onto his knees and climbs into Gokudera’s lap. He wraps his arms around the stunned boy and moves his head close to Gokudera’s ear.
“Would you kiss me if I told you to?” he murmurs, hoping he doesn't sound like he's panicking, and can’t help but thrust forward a little so that his rapidly hardening dick bumps into Gokudera’s stomach.
Gokudera makes a devastated sort of groan. “Of course,” he says, wetting his lips and breathing hard.
“Well -” A little impatient noise escapes Tsuna as Gokudera’s hands skim over the small of his back. “What are you wait- ”
Gokudera grabs Tsuna’s face and pulls him forwards in a quick, forceful movement and kisses him hard. When Gokudera makes small needy noises into the kisses, Tsuna realises that there had been no reason to be scared. Gokudera wants this too.
This was right.
“Command me, Tenth,” Gokudera pants into Tsuna’s mouth. “I will -” He breaks off with a moan when their covered cocks grind into each other. “I will - oh God - I will obey. Please. Tell me what to do.”
’Oh God,’ Tsuna thinks, overwhelmed, and he whines as Gokudera rolls his hips against him. He can feel Gokudera’s erection pressing against the cleft of his ass.
“Tell me what you want, Tenth.” Gokudera says Tenth the same way he’d say Master and fuck that’s hot.
“Suck me off,” Tsuna gasps and manages to sound like he’s not begging even though it’s pretty damn hard because Gokudera’s pressing and kneading at his dick through his trousers. “M-Make me like it.”
Gokudera breathes, ”Yes” and unravels himself from Tsuna and settles between his legs. He mouths eagerly at Tsuna’s still clothed - how were they still clothed?! - crotch and Tsuna’s head lolls back with pleasure. His fingers curl into Gokudera’s thick hair.
“Stop - hah - stop teasing me.” He tries to sound demanding but he probably just sounds pathetic, with all the twitchy little moans and gasps that keep escaping him. Gokudera listens to him anyway and makes short work of Tsuna’s pants and boxers. Tsuna’s cock springs free and sudden realisation hits Tsuna hard. ’Oh my God, we’re actually doing this, he’s actually listening to me, oh my God.’
Gokudera stares, opened mouthed.
Tsuna feels the heat rising to his face and tries not to look away with embarrassment and instead forces himself to study the multitude of expressions that flit over Gokudera’s face.
“Oh God.” Gokudera’s voice is throaty and he raises his eyes to Tsuna’s. His eyes are almost glassy, his sweat-slick hair sticks to his face and his lips are pink and shiny. “You’re so… oh God. Tenth.” And Tsuna yells as Gokudera licks the tip. He presses open-mouthed kisses down his length and sucks hard at the root.
“G-Goku - ah.” Tsuna’s eyes roll back as Gokudera enthusiastically swallows his cock and bobs his head at a maddening pace. Tsuna pushes hard on Gokudera’s head, trying to go deeper, trying to make him take more and impossibly Gokudera’s not choking but he's actually making encouraging sounds deep in his throat and it feels so good -
“Let me fuck you,” Tsuna blurts out, tongue tripping on fuck because he’s only dreamed of this and his mouth has never said it before. He almost adds a please but remembers that he’s in charge and the thought sends a high, powerful rush through him.
Gokudera draws back, pressing a final kiss to Tsuna’s flushed cock in a way that says, ”Anything, of course, of course, of course.” Tsuna cups Gokudera’s face and pulls him up for a kiss, breathing, ”Thank you.”
With trembling hands, Tsuna peels off Gokudera’s many shirts and unbuckles his many belts. Gokudera shucks off his pants and he’s naked and glorious, all lean lines and pale skin and silver hair.
Tsuna swallows hard. He remembers dazedly something about preparation and hurriedly finds some lotion in a drawer. He starts to coat his fingers with it but he’s freaking out inside because he doesn’t actually know what he’s doing.
But Gokudera saves him from that by taking the lotion himself and spreading it liberally over his own fingers. “Let me take care of it, Tenth,” he says heatedly, pushing Tsuna on to the bed and then settling his knees either side of him.
Tsuna’s eyes become huge as Gokudera slips his own finger inside him. Gokudera’s eyes fall closed and his face contorts. His breathing becomes laboured with the effort of forcing himself onto his fingers at such an awkward angle over and over again.
Tsuna has to shake himself out of his stunned stupor, remembering that Gokudera is naked on his lap and that he should probably try help or something. He tentatively touches at Gokudera’s cock and strokes him. Gokudera makes a throaty little groan and twitches in Tsuna’s hand. Then something must have happened, because he suddenly jerks forward with a gasp and his legs almost give way. “O-okay,” Gokudera says, looking up with a shaky smile, which breaks Tsuna’s heart with its blinding adoration. “I think, I think… yeah.”
And Gokudera braces himself, grabbing at Tsuna’s shoulders. He slowly sinks down onto Tsuna’s dick, groaning with every inch he swallows. Tsuna rubs his face into Gokudera’s chest, mouthing at Gokudera’s nipples, swirling his tongue over the planes of skin because God if he doesn’t keep himself occupied, he might explode in this fucking tight heat.
Finally, finally, Gokudera is fully seated and they press their foreheads together, their breaths mingling, getting used to the sensations of being filled and of being surrounded.
Gokudera pushes himself up a couple inches, straightening his back, and he falls onto Tsuna again and they both see stars and hear broken groans. “Is this?” Gokudera grunts as he does it again, up and down. “Is this… you like this, right?”
Oh yes, God, please, more, please. But Tsuna’s voice is stuck in his throat so all he can do is nod frantically as Gokudera starts riding him for real. Tsuna just watches his own dick disappear into Gokudera’s tight entrance, bewildered, and oh God he’s watching himself fuck Gokudera and if that isn’t amazing then he doesn’t know what is.
His hands. He should be doing something with his hands. He grabs Gokudera’s cock and starts roughly palming Gokudera and that makes Gokudera shout and wrap his arms tightly around Tsuna’s shoulders as he slams himself down repeatedly.
“Goku - Gokude - I’m going to - ” Tsuna pants, feeling something white hot and tight coil and twist inside him. Somewhere in the back of Tsuna’s mind, he dazedly realises that the breathy groans slipping through Gokudera’s lips were words.
“Please, let me, oh God, please, Tenth, please...” Gokudera tosses his head desperately, eyes glazed and unfocused, hips twitching erratically as Tsuna slams into him again and again and again. “Ah, Ah, please, please-“
Suddenly, Tsuna becomes aware of just how devoted Gokudera is, of just how much he, Dame-Tsuna, means to him. Tsuna’s heart swells until he feels like he’s going to burst with gratitude and he peppers kisses all over Gokudera’s face.
“Come,” he whispers in Gokudera’s ear, squeezing Gokudera’s cock hard.
Gokudera tenses and shudders, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth a small ’oh’ in ecstasy. He sobs slightly as he spills out over Tsuna’s hand. The combination of Gokudera’s tightening over him and the sight of Gokudera climaxing sends Tsuna over the edge and he grips at Gokudera’s shoulders, hiding his face in Gokudera’s chest.
They fold over each other in a bleary, smudged state. Gokudera wipes his hand carefully on one of his shirts before rubbing comforting circles into Tsuna’s heaving back and he coaxes Tsuna into a lying down position.
“I can get a wet cloth for you,” he says suddenly.
This makes no sense to Tsuna, who just wants to sleep. “Huh?” he says, burrowing deeper into Gokudera's chest.
“You’re all sticky because of me! I should really clean that up. I’ll go right now-”
Tsuna feels another small explosion in his heart because after they just had sex Gokudera still wants to please him and the thought bewilders him and makes him melt at the same time.
He clings tighter to Gokudera. “No, it’s okay. Just stay here with me.”
For a moment, he thinks that Gokudera’s going to try to protest. But even Gokudera’s human and he chooses to stay in bed with Tsuna rather than search for a towel. “Of course, Tenth.”Originally written September 08 2009
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 2759
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Tsuna finds a way in which Gokudera can finally prove his loyalty to him.
*
There’s a sudden and unexpected calm from mafia business and Gokudera is restless, agitated and potentially destructive. Reborn warns Tsuna that with all that thirst, with all that impossible need to prove himself and with no situation to do so, Gokudera may end up hurting himself.
Last week he nearly drowned trying to find a hat Tsuna had lost in the river.
The week before that, he narrowly avoided being hit by several cars in order to get to the Sawada residence before Yamamoto did.
‘See what I can do, Tenth!’
‘See what I’m willing to do for you, Tenth!’
In some ways he was more attention-seeking than Lambo. But the attention he searched for had to be special. It had to be recognition: recognition that Gokudera was irreplaceable. That he was Gokudera; not Yamamoto, not Lambo, not Ryohei. Not Hibari and not Mukuro. Not just a guardian or even just a right hand man.
“You have to do something about this, Tsuna,” Reborn says. “You’re the boss. You have to look after your subordinates.”
“But Gokudera’s not a subordinate!” Tsuna wants to cry. “He's much, much more!”
But Reborn is right. Gokudera can’t keep stalking around, trying to be the best when there was nothing to be the best at. “Think carefully. There has to be something that only he can do for you.”
There is something, Tsuna realises. The realisation comes with a raspberry flush to his cheeks and an unwelcome tingling down below. Tsuna doesn’t trust himself to speak, in case a garbled groan slips from him, and he just presses his fingers together nervously.
Reborn just smiles.
*
The idea is too ridiculous, too filthy to entertain, but the more Tsuna thinks about it, the more it seems like the only answer. He needs to keep Gokudera from accidently killing himself through some crazy stunt. ’Besides, that mouth can be put to better use than shouting expletives,’ Tsuna’s libido supplies helpfully and Tsuna can’t help but agree.
So he phones Gokudera one weekend afternoon, face already warm and dick already twitching. It has occurred to Tsuna that Gokudera might, like most sane people, say no to his stupid proposition. (But Tsuna knows Gokudera too well and Gokudera’s blinding devotion to him borders on the line of insanity, so that’s all right.)
Tsuna hears Gokudera’s voice on the phone, and he has to untangle his tongue from his heart, which had suddenly leapt up into his throat. “Ah, G-Gokudera-kun. I was wondering if you wanted to come over today. I mean, only - only if you’ve got nothing to do.” Gokudera is knocking on the door before Tsuna even puts the phone down and suddenly, they’re seated around the small table in his bedroom and Gokudera’s looking at him expectantly.
Tsuna takes a deep breath, hoping that maybe more air in his lungs would help him feel the confidence he needs for this… this 'crazy idea. Why am I doing this?’
Tsuna hears a “Gokudera-kun,” and realises that he’s already started speaking, even though he’s not ready for this and oh god, he’s so not ready for this, but it looks like it’s now or never and argh his voice is so small and he’s freaking out. “T-Touch me.”
The silence is stifling. Gokudera’s mouth falls open and his eyes are just as wide. “Tenth?” he says, probably thinking that he misheard, that Tsuna can’t possibly have asked for -
“Touch me.” There’s no stutter this time and somewhere in there, there’s authority.
Gokudera crawls over slowly and sits cross-legged in front of him. It takes Tsuna everything he has to keep his expression straight and not to laugh hysterically and pretend he's joking.
But when Gokudera presses a callused palm against Tsuna’s cheek, Tsuna knows that this had been the right thing to do. He tilts his face into Gokudera’s hand and Gokudera looks amazed at what's happening. He slowly drags his fingertips over Tsuna’s skin and the pad of his thumb brushes over Tsuna’s lips. Tsuna parts them slightly and he can see Gokudera visibly shudder when the tip of his thumb slips in.
“Tenth,” he breathes, but it still sounds like a question and Tsuna doesn’t want that. So Tsuna straightens onto his knees and climbs into Gokudera’s lap. He wraps his arms around the stunned boy and moves his head close to Gokudera’s ear.
“Would you kiss me if I told you to?” he murmurs, hoping he doesn't sound like he's panicking, and can’t help but thrust forward a little so that his rapidly hardening dick bumps into Gokudera’s stomach.
Gokudera makes a devastated sort of groan. “Of course,” he says, wetting his lips and breathing hard.
“Well -” A little impatient noise escapes Tsuna as Gokudera’s hands skim over the small of his back. “What are you wait- ”
Gokudera grabs Tsuna’s face and pulls him forwards in a quick, forceful movement and kisses him hard. When Gokudera makes small needy noises into the kisses, Tsuna realises that there had been no reason to be scared. Gokudera wants this too.
This was right.
“Command me, Tenth,” Gokudera pants into Tsuna’s mouth. “I will -” He breaks off with a moan when their covered cocks grind into each other. “I will - oh God - I will obey. Please. Tell me what to do.”
’Oh God,’ Tsuna thinks, overwhelmed, and he whines as Gokudera rolls his hips against him. He can feel Gokudera’s erection pressing against the cleft of his ass.
“Tell me what you want, Tenth.” Gokudera says Tenth the same way he’d say Master and fuck that’s hot.
“Suck me off,” Tsuna gasps and manages to sound like he’s not begging even though it’s pretty damn hard because Gokudera’s pressing and kneading at his dick through his trousers. “M-Make me like it.”
Gokudera breathes, ”Yes” and unravels himself from Tsuna and settles between his legs. He mouths eagerly at Tsuna’s still clothed - how were they still clothed?! - crotch and Tsuna’s head lolls back with pleasure. His fingers curl into Gokudera’s thick hair.
“Stop - hah - stop teasing me.” He tries to sound demanding but he probably just sounds pathetic, with all the twitchy little moans and gasps that keep escaping him. Gokudera listens to him anyway and makes short work of Tsuna’s pants and boxers. Tsuna’s cock springs free and sudden realisation hits Tsuna hard. ’Oh my God, we’re actually doing this, he’s actually listening to me, oh my God.’
Gokudera stares, opened mouthed.
Tsuna feels the heat rising to his face and tries not to look away with embarrassment and instead forces himself to study the multitude of expressions that flit over Gokudera’s face.
“Oh God.” Gokudera’s voice is throaty and he raises his eyes to Tsuna’s. His eyes are almost glassy, his sweat-slick hair sticks to his face and his lips are pink and shiny. “You’re so… oh God. Tenth.” And Tsuna yells as Gokudera licks the tip. He presses open-mouthed kisses down his length and sucks hard at the root.
“G-Goku - ah.” Tsuna’s eyes roll back as Gokudera enthusiastically swallows his cock and bobs his head at a maddening pace. Tsuna pushes hard on Gokudera’s head, trying to go deeper, trying to make him take more and impossibly Gokudera’s not choking but he's actually making encouraging sounds deep in his throat and it feels so good -
“Let me fuck you,” Tsuna blurts out, tongue tripping on fuck because he’s only dreamed of this and his mouth has never said it before. He almost adds a please but remembers that he’s in charge and the thought sends a high, powerful rush through him.
Gokudera draws back, pressing a final kiss to Tsuna’s flushed cock in a way that says, ”Anything, of course, of course, of course.” Tsuna cups Gokudera’s face and pulls him up for a kiss, breathing, ”Thank you.”
With trembling hands, Tsuna peels off Gokudera’s many shirts and unbuckles his many belts. Gokudera shucks off his pants and he’s naked and glorious, all lean lines and pale skin and silver hair.
Tsuna swallows hard. He remembers dazedly something about preparation and hurriedly finds some lotion in a drawer. He starts to coat his fingers with it but he’s freaking out inside because he doesn’t actually know what he’s doing.
But Gokudera saves him from that by taking the lotion himself and spreading it liberally over his own fingers. “Let me take care of it, Tenth,” he says heatedly, pushing Tsuna on to the bed and then settling his knees either side of him.
Tsuna’s eyes become huge as Gokudera slips his own finger inside him. Gokudera’s eyes fall closed and his face contorts. His breathing becomes laboured with the effort of forcing himself onto his fingers at such an awkward angle over and over again.
Tsuna has to shake himself out of his stunned stupor, remembering that Gokudera is naked on his lap and that he should probably try help or something. He tentatively touches at Gokudera’s cock and strokes him. Gokudera makes a throaty little groan and twitches in Tsuna’s hand. Then something must have happened, because he suddenly jerks forward with a gasp and his legs almost give way. “O-okay,” Gokudera says, looking up with a shaky smile, which breaks Tsuna’s heart with its blinding adoration. “I think, I think… yeah.”
And Gokudera braces himself, grabbing at Tsuna’s shoulders. He slowly sinks down onto Tsuna’s dick, groaning with every inch he swallows. Tsuna rubs his face into Gokudera’s chest, mouthing at Gokudera’s nipples, swirling his tongue over the planes of skin because God if he doesn’t keep himself occupied, he might explode in this fucking tight heat.
Finally, finally, Gokudera is fully seated and they press their foreheads together, their breaths mingling, getting used to the sensations of being filled and of being surrounded.
Gokudera pushes himself up a couple inches, straightening his back, and he falls onto Tsuna again and they both see stars and hear broken groans. “Is this?” Gokudera grunts as he does it again, up and down. “Is this… you like this, right?”
Oh yes, God, please, more, please. But Tsuna’s voice is stuck in his throat so all he can do is nod frantically as Gokudera starts riding him for real. Tsuna just watches his own dick disappear into Gokudera’s tight entrance, bewildered, and oh God he’s watching himself fuck Gokudera and if that isn’t amazing then he doesn’t know what is.
His hands. He should be doing something with his hands. He grabs Gokudera’s cock and starts roughly palming Gokudera and that makes Gokudera shout and wrap his arms tightly around Tsuna’s shoulders as he slams himself down repeatedly.
“Goku - Gokude - I’m going to - ” Tsuna pants, feeling something white hot and tight coil and twist inside him. Somewhere in the back of Tsuna’s mind, he dazedly realises that the breathy groans slipping through Gokudera’s lips were words.
“Please, let me, oh God, please, Tenth, please...” Gokudera tosses his head desperately, eyes glazed and unfocused, hips twitching erratically as Tsuna slams into him again and again and again. “Ah, Ah, please, please-“
Suddenly, Tsuna becomes aware of just how devoted Gokudera is, of just how much he, Dame-Tsuna, means to him. Tsuna’s heart swells until he feels like he’s going to burst with gratitude and he peppers kisses all over Gokudera’s face.
“Come,” he whispers in Gokudera’s ear, squeezing Gokudera’s cock hard.
Gokudera tenses and shudders, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth a small ’oh’ in ecstasy. He sobs slightly as he spills out over Tsuna’s hand. The combination of Gokudera’s tightening over him and the sight of Gokudera climaxing sends Tsuna over the edge and he grips at Gokudera’s shoulders, hiding his face in Gokudera’s chest.
They fold over each other in a bleary, smudged state. Gokudera wipes his hand carefully on one of his shirts before rubbing comforting circles into Tsuna’s heaving back and he coaxes Tsuna into a lying down position.
“I can get a wet cloth for you,” he says suddenly.
This makes no sense to Tsuna, who just wants to sleep. “Huh?” he says, burrowing deeper into Gokudera's chest.
“You’re all sticky because of me! I should really clean that up. I’ll go right now-”
Tsuna feels another small explosion in his heart because after they just had sex Gokudera still wants to please him and the thought bewilders him and makes him melt at the same time.
He clings tighter to Gokudera. “No, it’s okay. Just stay here with me.”
For a moment, he thinks that Gokudera’s going to try to protest. But even Gokudera’s human and he chooses to stay in bed with Tsuna rather than search for a towel. “Of course, Tenth.”Originally written September 08 2009