Training Methods [#1] [802759] [Reborn!]
Title :: Training Methods
Prompt :: Challenge #1, “gloves” [reborn_quickies]
Pairing :: 802759
Rating :: R
Wordcount :: 500
Summary :: Trained by an Arcobaleno or no, heir to one of the most influential mafia families in the world or no, there was still one opponent that Sawada Tsunayoshi could never best, or even hope to evade: What passed for his Rain Guardian’s own special brand of logic.
Notes :: Originally posted here~.
Trained by an Arcobaleno or no, heir to one of the most influential mafia families in the world or no, there was still one opponent that Sawada Tsunayoshi could never best, or even hope to evade:
What passed for his Rain Guardian’s own special brand of logic.
“Hahaha, hey, Tsuna, we’ve all got two hands for a reason, y’know?”
And Tsuna knew before the battle had even officially begun that he had lost. Or, at least, he would have known, had he not been trying quite so hard just not to choke.
“Bastard! You won’t have any fuckin’ hands left at all if you try and touch the Tenth-”
“Not just Tsuna,” Yamamoto murmured, smile remaining in place but something like that competitive glint in his eyes - maybe a little sharper, a little darker, but still just as heated. “You too, Gokudera. All three of us.”
And if nothing else, it was a little bit gratifying, Tsuna decided, that at least he was no longer the only one left choking.
Yamamoto, however, only grinned all the more broadly. “I always did figure you’d be loud, Gokudera, but we haven’t even gotten started yet!”
And unfortunately, Gokudera’s resulting yell wasn’t quite loud enough to shatter Tsuna’s eardrums, so he had to hear what came next:
“Haha, seriously, why not? I mean, it’s not like we haven’t all seen each other naked already, and we’re all guys so it wouldn’t be weird or anything-”
Tsuna bit his tongue and refrained from pointing out that, actually, that was the part most people would find weird.
Gokudera, meanwhile, looked two seconds away from attempting a new technique that involved blowing things up with his mind.
And as per usual, none of it deterred Yamamoto in the slightest. He pressed closer, ruffling Tsuna’s hair and leaning down to whisper in his ear loudly enough for Gokudera to hear, too. “We could start slow, if you wanted - sort of like training before a big match. You can’t hit a home run if you don’t practise your batting first, haha!”
Tsuna wondered vaguely why he wasn’t automatically going into Dying Will mode, because surely he must be dying and hell if he did not regret ever letting this conversation even happen.
“We can start slow…” Yamamoto continued, voice dropping lower, but Tsuna noticed the way Gokudera took an unconscious step forward to keep listening. “And you can wear those gloves of yours, if you want - they work best when you think of people close to you, that you want to protect, right?”
He wasn’t sure if he was shaking, or if that was just the rhythm of Yamamoto’s breathing as he crowded closer, body fitting against his. “We can strip you down except for the gloves, and we’ll all jerk each other off - they’ll work even better if you have memories of making us both come into them, won’t they?”
And if Reborn killed him for this after, Tsuna decided, he really would not mind.
Prompt :: Challenge #1, “gloves” [reborn_quickies]
Pairing :: 802759
Rating :: R
Wordcount :: 500
Summary :: Trained by an Arcobaleno or no, heir to one of the most influential mafia families in the world or no, there was still one opponent that Sawada Tsunayoshi could never best, or even hope to evade: What passed for his Rain Guardian’s own special brand of logic.
Notes :: Originally posted here~.
Trained by an Arcobaleno or no, heir to one of the most influential mafia families in the world or no, there was still one opponent that Sawada Tsunayoshi could never best, or even hope to evade:
What passed for his Rain Guardian’s own special brand of logic.
“Hahaha, hey, Tsuna, we’ve all got two hands for a reason, y’know?”
And Tsuna knew before the battle had even officially begun that he had lost. Or, at least, he would have known, had he not been trying quite so hard just not to choke.
“Bastard! You won’t have any fuckin’ hands left at all if you try and touch the Tenth-”
“Not just Tsuna,” Yamamoto murmured, smile remaining in place but something like that competitive glint in his eyes - maybe a little sharper, a little darker, but still just as heated. “You too, Gokudera. All three of us.”
And if nothing else, it was a little bit gratifying, Tsuna decided, that at least he was no longer the only one left choking.
Yamamoto, however, only grinned all the more broadly. “I always did figure you’d be loud, Gokudera, but we haven’t even gotten started yet!”
And unfortunately, Gokudera’s resulting yell wasn’t quite loud enough to shatter Tsuna’s eardrums, so he had to hear what came next:
“Haha, seriously, why not? I mean, it’s not like we haven’t all seen each other naked already, and we’re all guys so it wouldn’t be weird or anything-”
Tsuna bit his tongue and refrained from pointing out that, actually, that was the part most people would find weird.
Gokudera, meanwhile, looked two seconds away from attempting a new technique that involved blowing things up with his mind.
And as per usual, none of it deterred Yamamoto in the slightest. He pressed closer, ruffling Tsuna’s hair and leaning down to whisper in his ear loudly enough for Gokudera to hear, too. “We could start slow, if you wanted - sort of like training before a big match. You can’t hit a home run if you don’t practise your batting first, haha!”
Tsuna wondered vaguely why he wasn’t automatically going into Dying Will mode, because surely he must be dying and hell if he did not regret ever letting this conversation even happen.
“We can start slow…” Yamamoto continued, voice dropping lower, but Tsuna noticed the way Gokudera took an unconscious step forward to keep listening. “And you can wear those gloves of yours, if you want - they work best when you think of people close to you, that you want to protect, right?”
He wasn’t sure if he was shaking, or if that was just the rhythm of Yamamoto’s breathing as he crowded closer, body fitting against his. “We can strip you down except for the gloves, and we’ll all jerk each other off - they’ll work even better if you have memories of making us both come into them, won’t they?”
And if Reborn killed him for this after, Tsuna decided, he really would not mind.