Byakuran x Tsuna
Author: Pain au Chocolat
Language: English - and a sprinkle of Italian.
Title: The Everlasting Mercy
Disclaimer: KHR belongs to Akira Amano.
Rating & Warnings: NC-17. AU, OOC, obsession, drug abuse, sort of rape.
Summary: What if instead of killing Tsuna, Byakuran had decided to be selfish? Or well, more selfish than usual…
Pairing: Byakuran x Tsuna
A dedication to my soulmate, muse and love of life. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy you.
The Everlasting Mercy
“I did this all for you,” Byakuran says and smiles. “Everything - the ambush, the whole drama of you supposedly dying… actually, I led this famiglia this far just because I wanted to have you in the end. You could say I forged the Millefiore to become my path… the path that leads me to you.” Tsunayoshi glares, and doesn’t reply. Not that he could, as he’s gagged and chained, much to his displeasure. Byakuran smiles almost tenderly - it’s an expression vastly different from his usual mocking one.
Tsuna knows that he’s at this man’s mercy.
’Whim,’ the brunet then corrects himself. Byakuran is a whimsical person, not merciful at all. Not in the least.
The two are now in a room that Tsuna doesn’t recognize - but that isn’t surprising. What does make him wonder is the fact that the room is a bedroom, not an office. The ropes and chains tie him to a chair, and Byakuran lies on the bed, staring at him with that out-of-place smile.
’Why are you doing this?’ Tsuna wants to ask, but he can’t. As he is now - weak and wounded - he cannot do much to save himself. Time, he needs time.
“I could have been just yet another nobody on the streets, you know,” Byakuran suddenly says, and Tsuna admits inwardly that he’s curious. “We could have been… strangers to each other.” The leader of the Millefiore pauses, and sits up, kicking off his shoes.
“I don’t like the idea of being a stranger to you,” he says then quietly, and Tsuna doesn’t know what to think. The man seems sincere, but he couldn’t be trusted. And so he doesn’t trust him, even if he wants to hear and learn more. Byakuran looks at Tsuna - stares at him, and is quiet for a few minutes. Then he moves to sit on the chair in front of the Vongola Decimo.
“You’ll stay here with me forever,” Byakuran says tenderly, and Tsuna can clearly see the insanity in those violet eyes. “This is our world, yours and mine. Here only we exist, this is our utopia.”
’Fuck, no,’ Tsuna thinks and for the first time, he’s afraid. ’This guy’s a madman.’
“The first time I saw you was about eight years ago… in Italy. You were there for the first time, I think. Dressed in an expensive suit and looking very uncomfortable,” Byakuran smiles and closes his eyes. “You looked very adorable then.”
’Correction: a gay madman.’ Tsuna tenses when the older man’s hand rests on his left thigh, and strokes the fabric of his pants slowly.
“The Gesso was not very notable at the time,” Byakuran continues. “Unlike the Vongola. So I knew that if I wanted to meet you again- and God, did I want to - I’d have to help the Gesso to evolve. To become something even the Vongola would pay attention to. And see? I succeeded.”
’We could have been friends,’ Tsuna thinks. ’This massacre could have been avoided!’ But as if Byakuran is reading his thoughts, the white-haired man smiles and leans closer - too close for comfort - and speaks again.
“I don’t want to be your friend,” he whispers, hot breath hitting Tsuna’s face. “I don’t want your friendship.” And Tsuna gets a bad feeling, as the warning alarms go off inside his head. This is something he hadn’t expected, something Reborn hadn’t prepared him for.
’What do you want from me?’ he wants to ask, because it doesn’t seem like Byakuran wants to kill him anymore. If he ever did, in the first place.
“You and I deserve our own world. And I shall create that world for you,” Byakuran mutters softly, and leans his forehead against Tsuna’s, violet eyes staring into the brown ones. “I can’t share you with anyone. I won’t tolerate it. Even Sho-chan thinks you’re dead, so I’m the only one who knows you’re alive. I’m the only one left for you, can’t you see?”
’…’ Tsuna doesn’t know what to think. Nothing of what Byakuran said makes any sense to him and the confusion is making his head spin.
“You’re gorgeous,” Byakuran says and there’s a strange tremor in his voice. The hand on Tsuna’s thigh wanders, stroking and caressing, and the brunet doesn’t know what to do. Saying the situation is awkward to him, would be an understatement. Suddenly he feels a needle piercing his arm, and with widened eyes sees Byakuran calmly injecting something into his system.
“This will keep you calm even after I cut off the ropes,” the man tells him. “As for now, I think I’ll take the gag off - you won’t be able to speak either.” It seemed to be true - whatever the drug is, it works fast. Tsuna feels his body relaxing, regardless of how frantic and panicking he is inwardly. Byakuran presses his lips against Tsuna’s, licks them, kisses again and closes his eyes to enjoy the contact fully. Tsuna wants to push him away but he cannot, even as the older man sits on his lap and grips his brown strands of hair tightly.
’This can’t be happening,’ Tsuna thinks desperately. But it is; he cannot deny reality. Byakuran’s toes curl as he tastes his obsession for the first time, and he lets out a shaky breath.
“Tsunayoshi, Tsunayoshi,” he gasps, and cuts the ropes holding the other man’s arms. Panting, he grabs Tsuna’s left hand and puts it on his erection. Tsuna closes his eyes, trying to ignore the world - there seemed to be nothing he could do, and panicking won’t help him to come up with a plan.
’This will be over and nothing bad will happen. This can’t be real. Impossible,’ he thinks, but feels a wave of helplessness as Byakuran presses his lips against Tsuna’s ear.
“Cooperation will ensure you better lodgings, my love,” the man whispers, voice thick with lust and need. The throbbing member beneath Tsuna’s hand is hot, and he knows he’s affected on some level. Byakuran groans, and his hands urgently rid Tsuna of his shirt, before the leader of the Millefiore presses open-mouthed, hot kisses on the white skin.
“You’re so pale,” he mutters. “So beautiful.” Tsuna feels his panic increasing tenfold, as he’s suddenly hauled towards the bed, and stripped off his shoes, socks and pants, leaving him in his boxers. And he couldn’t even fight - he could hardly move his arms, let alone put a fight.
’This is bad, I need to stop him,’ the brunet thinks desperately, and tries to will himself to move. It doesn’t work, though, and his attempts seem to only amuse Byakuran.
“Black?” the Italian man mutters, tugging at Tsuna’s underwear. “Looks good on you.” Panic and sheer terror is clear in Tsuna’s eyes, as he tries to somehow will himself away from this situation. Naturally, it doesn’t work, and he helplessly watches Byakuran stripping from his own clothes, before settling beside Tsuna with a lazy smirk.
“There’s so much I want to tell you,” he says. “So many nights I spent awake thinking of you. So many hours I spent looking at your pictures. I can hardly believe that I have finally caught you, Tsunayoshi.”
’Wish you hadn’t,’ Tsuna thinks and tries to inch away.
“You’re so kind, so beautiful, so strong, so lovely,” Byakuran whispers, and his hands roam over Tsuna’s body, caressing and touching places they definitely shouldn’t. “And now you’re mine. Nobody else’s. Mine. Just mine. Forever.” The white-haired man’s weight on Tsuna doesn’t feel bad, but the brunet still wishes that he would just vanish. He is very aware of what Byakuran might end up doing, and that’s something he wants to avoid at all costs.
’I’d rather die,’ he thinks, and grimaces inwardly as Byakuran bites his throat, sucks the flesh and probably leaves a hickey. The man’s erection rubs against him, and Tsuna’s muscles shake with the effort he’s putting to get his limbs under control again. He needs to stop this. Now.
“Let me engrave my name into you,” Byakuran hisses. “And let it be the only name you know beside yours, and the only name you will call from now on.”
“Sto…p…,” Tsuna croaks finally feeling the effect of the drug slowly wearing off. But Byakuran merely smiles as if he has something else up his figurative sleeve, and Tsuna gets kissed like he has never been kissed before. Byakuran tastes of something Tsuna doesn’t recognize, but it’s sweet. Too sweet. He doesn’t like it.
They’re both naked now, and the sensation of his obsession’s skin against his own makes the blood inside Byakuran’s veins rush harder, faster, as he forces Tsuna’s legs apart. With blind panic Tsuna manages to lift his arms, and hits Byakuran’s back with his fists, before trying to dig his nails in as painfully as possible, but the man is past feeling pain at this point. All that is left is pleasure.
“Tsunayoshi… Tsuna… my Tsuna,” he keeps repeating, as he touches, bites, licks and kisses, and to his utmost horror - Tsuna finds his body responding those ministrations, craving for the older man’s touch.
’Calm down, calm down. Think about something else,’ Tsuna tells himself, and fixes his gaze on the red towel he sees on a chair nearby. His concentration breaks, and a scream escapes his lips as he feels a finger entering him from a place it definitely should not.
“So tight, so hot,” Byakuran whispers against Tsuna’s ear. “I can’t wait to be in.” Tsuna hardly listens, as he kicks and screams and hits as much as he can - which is not much, to his horror and disgust. He can feel the white-haired man’s fingers moving inside him, intruding, unpleasant… until they thrust forward and hit something that makes Tsuna’s body rigid, his eyes wide and his blood hot inside him.
“You can feel it, can’t you, my dear?” Byakuran laughs, but Tsuna cannot focus because he’s feeling way too much right now. And he curses himself for the disappointment he feels and the groan that escapes him when Byakuran pulls those fingers away. Hiding his face behind his hands, Tsuna wonders what the others - his comrades, his family - would do if they saw him now.
And when Byakuran pushes the tip of his cock in, licks Tsuna’s nipples and kisses him yet again Tsuna doesn’t wonder about anything at all. When he feels the other man entering him, slowly as if to ensure that the pleasure would last for as long as possible, he knows how enjoyable pain can be. This sort of pain that burns his insides and makes him want to scream.
“So tight…,” Byakuran’s voice is needy, breathless and full of love Tsuna hasn’t heard in anyone’s voice before. “Mine. All mine. Only mine.”
’Can I tell him that I’m his?’ Tsuna wonders hazily from the midst of passion, and the idea of selling his soul to this devil doesn’t seem so bad anymore. But the sensible, sane part of him, the part that knows that this was wrong and that Tsuna will regret it later, keeps his mouth shut. And so he doesn’t say it.
Byakuran looks down at the intoxicating sigh before him. Tsuna, with his brown locks spread on the pillow, cheeks flushes, eyes hazy and pupils dilated. That sight is all thanks to him, Byakuran knows, and only for him to see. Supporting himself with his left hand, Byakuran reaches for Tsuna’s weeping member, and rubs the tip, making the younger male writher beneath him, and moan in a manner that makes the Millefiore leader shake with suppressed needs for release.
Tsuna is caught in a world of pleasure where all of his senses are on fire. He’s falling and rising and screaming and breathing at the same time, and he doesn’t know nor care about anything but the one doing these things to him. The hands that had been in vain attempting to push the older of the two away, were now gripping the white, soft locks, pulling him closer for a breathless kiss.
Tsuna needed more, wanted more, and Byakuran was giving him more.
And then, in a climax of stars and ecstasy and blood and pain, Tsuna comes, clenches around Byakuran and the man thinks his heart will stop from all what he’s feeling right now. He spills his seed inside Tsuna and feels mad fulfilment, knowing that he has marked his beloved in a way no one else ever will.
“I love you,” Byakuran says, falling next to a limp Tsunayoshi who’s too taken by the afterglow to hear him. With a chuckle the white-haired man reaches for the ropes, before gripping the handcuffs and chaining Tsuna to the bedpost - just in case the other woke up before him.
’I won’t let go f you,’ Byakuran vows. ’I love you. Now and always.’ He knows that the road ahead of him - the path of taming his Tsunayoshi - will be long and have many painful moments for the both of them, but Byakuran is determined, and not afraid.
“You’ll learn how to love me,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around Tsuna.
Tutto è permesso in guerra e in amore.
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END
Yes, I suck at writing lemons, but well, this was the first raep I have ever written so forgive and forget. And I know this was rushed but I... I... *sob*
All is fair in war and love = Tutto è permesso in guerra e in amore
Language: English - and a sprinkle of Italian.
Title: The Everlasting Mercy
Disclaimer: KHR belongs to Akira Amano.
Rating & Warnings: NC-17. AU, OOC, obsession, drug abuse, sort of rape.
Summary: What if instead of killing Tsuna, Byakuran had decided to be selfish? Or well, more selfish than usual…
Pairing: Byakuran x Tsuna
A dedication to my soulmate, muse and love of life. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy you.
The Everlasting Mercy
“I did this all for you,” Byakuran says and smiles. “Everything - the ambush, the whole drama of you supposedly dying… actually, I led this famiglia this far just because I wanted to have you in the end. You could say I forged the Millefiore to become my path… the path that leads me to you.” Tsunayoshi glares, and doesn’t reply. Not that he could, as he’s gagged and chained, much to his displeasure. Byakuran smiles almost tenderly - it’s an expression vastly different from his usual mocking one.
Tsuna knows that he’s at this man’s mercy.
’Whim,’ the brunet then corrects himself. Byakuran is a whimsical person, not merciful at all. Not in the least.
The two are now in a room that Tsuna doesn’t recognize - but that isn’t surprising. What does make him wonder is the fact that the room is a bedroom, not an office. The ropes and chains tie him to a chair, and Byakuran lies on the bed, staring at him with that out-of-place smile.
’Why are you doing this?’ Tsuna wants to ask, but he can’t. As he is now - weak and wounded - he cannot do much to save himself. Time, he needs time.
“I could have been just yet another nobody on the streets, you know,” Byakuran suddenly says, and Tsuna admits inwardly that he’s curious. “We could have been… strangers to each other.” The leader of the Millefiore pauses, and sits up, kicking off his shoes.
“I don’t like the idea of being a stranger to you,” he says then quietly, and Tsuna doesn’t know what to think. The man seems sincere, but he couldn’t be trusted. And so he doesn’t trust him, even if he wants to hear and learn more. Byakuran looks at Tsuna - stares at him, and is quiet for a few minutes. Then he moves to sit on the chair in front of the Vongola Decimo.
“You’ll stay here with me forever,” Byakuran says tenderly, and Tsuna can clearly see the insanity in those violet eyes. “This is our world, yours and mine. Here only we exist, this is our utopia.”
’Fuck, no,’ Tsuna thinks and for the first time, he’s afraid. ’This guy’s a madman.’
“The first time I saw you was about eight years ago… in Italy. You were there for the first time, I think. Dressed in an expensive suit and looking very uncomfortable,” Byakuran smiles and closes his eyes. “You looked very adorable then.”
’Correction: a gay madman.’ Tsuna tenses when the older man’s hand rests on his left thigh, and strokes the fabric of his pants slowly.
“The Gesso was not very notable at the time,” Byakuran continues. “Unlike the Vongola. So I knew that if I wanted to meet you again- and God, did I want to - I’d have to help the Gesso to evolve. To become something even the Vongola would pay attention to. And see? I succeeded.”
’We could have been friends,’ Tsuna thinks. ’This massacre could have been avoided!’ But as if Byakuran is reading his thoughts, the white-haired man smiles and leans closer - too close for comfort - and speaks again.
“I don’t want to be your friend,” he whispers, hot breath hitting Tsuna’s face. “I don’t want your friendship.” And Tsuna gets a bad feeling, as the warning alarms go off inside his head. This is something he hadn’t expected, something Reborn hadn’t prepared him for.
’What do you want from me?’ he wants to ask, because it doesn’t seem like Byakuran wants to kill him anymore. If he ever did, in the first place.
“You and I deserve our own world. And I shall create that world for you,” Byakuran mutters softly, and leans his forehead against Tsuna’s, violet eyes staring into the brown ones. “I can’t share you with anyone. I won’t tolerate it. Even Sho-chan thinks you’re dead, so I’m the only one who knows you’re alive. I’m the only one left for you, can’t you see?”
’…’ Tsuna doesn’t know what to think. Nothing of what Byakuran said makes any sense to him and the confusion is making his head spin.
“You’re gorgeous,” Byakuran says and there’s a strange tremor in his voice. The hand on Tsuna’s thigh wanders, stroking and caressing, and the brunet doesn’t know what to do. Saying the situation is awkward to him, would be an understatement. Suddenly he feels a needle piercing his arm, and with widened eyes sees Byakuran calmly injecting something into his system.
“This will keep you calm even after I cut off the ropes,” the man tells him. “As for now, I think I’ll take the gag off - you won’t be able to speak either.” It seemed to be true - whatever the drug is, it works fast. Tsuna feels his body relaxing, regardless of how frantic and panicking he is inwardly. Byakuran presses his lips against Tsuna’s, licks them, kisses again and closes his eyes to enjoy the contact fully. Tsuna wants to push him away but he cannot, even as the older man sits on his lap and grips his brown strands of hair tightly.
’This can’t be happening,’ Tsuna thinks desperately. But it is; he cannot deny reality. Byakuran’s toes curl as he tastes his obsession for the first time, and he lets out a shaky breath.
“Tsunayoshi, Tsunayoshi,” he gasps, and cuts the ropes holding the other man’s arms. Panting, he grabs Tsuna’s left hand and puts it on his erection. Tsuna closes his eyes, trying to ignore the world - there seemed to be nothing he could do, and panicking won’t help him to come up with a plan.
’This will be over and nothing bad will happen. This can’t be real. Impossible,’ he thinks, but feels a wave of helplessness as Byakuran presses his lips against Tsuna’s ear.
“Cooperation will ensure you better lodgings, my love,” the man whispers, voice thick with lust and need. The throbbing member beneath Tsuna’s hand is hot, and he knows he’s affected on some level. Byakuran groans, and his hands urgently rid Tsuna of his shirt, before the leader of the Millefiore presses open-mouthed, hot kisses on the white skin.
“You’re so pale,” he mutters. “So beautiful.” Tsuna feels his panic increasing tenfold, as he’s suddenly hauled towards the bed, and stripped off his shoes, socks and pants, leaving him in his boxers. And he couldn’t even fight - he could hardly move his arms, let alone put a fight.
’This is bad, I need to stop him,’ the brunet thinks desperately, and tries to will himself to move. It doesn’t work, though, and his attempts seem to only amuse Byakuran.
“Black?” the Italian man mutters, tugging at Tsuna’s underwear. “Looks good on you.” Panic and sheer terror is clear in Tsuna’s eyes, as he tries to somehow will himself away from this situation. Naturally, it doesn’t work, and he helplessly watches Byakuran stripping from his own clothes, before settling beside Tsuna with a lazy smirk.
“There’s so much I want to tell you,” he says. “So many nights I spent awake thinking of you. So many hours I spent looking at your pictures. I can hardly believe that I have finally caught you, Tsunayoshi.”
’Wish you hadn’t,’ Tsuna thinks and tries to inch away.
“You’re so kind, so beautiful, so strong, so lovely,” Byakuran whispers, and his hands roam over Tsuna’s body, caressing and touching places they definitely shouldn’t. “And now you’re mine. Nobody else’s. Mine. Just mine. Forever.” The white-haired man’s weight on Tsuna doesn’t feel bad, but the brunet still wishes that he would just vanish. He is very aware of what Byakuran might end up doing, and that’s something he wants to avoid at all costs.
’I’d rather die,’ he thinks, and grimaces inwardly as Byakuran bites his throat, sucks the flesh and probably leaves a hickey. The man’s erection rubs against him, and Tsuna’s muscles shake with the effort he’s putting to get his limbs under control again. He needs to stop this. Now.
“Let me engrave my name into you,” Byakuran hisses. “And let it be the only name you know beside yours, and the only name you will call from now on.”
“Sto…p…,” Tsuna croaks finally feeling the effect of the drug slowly wearing off. But Byakuran merely smiles as if he has something else up his figurative sleeve, and Tsuna gets kissed like he has never been kissed before. Byakuran tastes of something Tsuna doesn’t recognize, but it’s sweet. Too sweet. He doesn’t like it.
They’re both naked now, and the sensation of his obsession’s skin against his own makes the blood inside Byakuran’s veins rush harder, faster, as he forces Tsuna’s legs apart. With blind panic Tsuna manages to lift his arms, and hits Byakuran’s back with his fists, before trying to dig his nails in as painfully as possible, but the man is past feeling pain at this point. All that is left is pleasure.
“Tsunayoshi… Tsuna… my Tsuna,” he keeps repeating, as he touches, bites, licks and kisses, and to his utmost horror - Tsuna finds his body responding those ministrations, craving for the older man’s touch.
’Calm down, calm down. Think about something else,’ Tsuna tells himself, and fixes his gaze on the red towel he sees on a chair nearby. His concentration breaks, and a scream escapes his lips as he feels a finger entering him from a place it definitely should not.
“So tight, so hot,” Byakuran whispers against Tsuna’s ear. “I can’t wait to be in.” Tsuna hardly listens, as he kicks and screams and hits as much as he can - which is not much, to his horror and disgust. He can feel the white-haired man’s fingers moving inside him, intruding, unpleasant… until they thrust forward and hit something that makes Tsuna’s body rigid, his eyes wide and his blood hot inside him.
“You can feel it, can’t you, my dear?” Byakuran laughs, but Tsuna cannot focus because he’s feeling way too much right now. And he curses himself for the disappointment he feels and the groan that escapes him when Byakuran pulls those fingers away. Hiding his face behind his hands, Tsuna wonders what the others - his comrades, his family - would do if they saw him now.
And when Byakuran pushes the tip of his cock in, licks Tsuna’s nipples and kisses him yet again Tsuna doesn’t wonder about anything at all. When he feels the other man entering him, slowly as if to ensure that the pleasure would last for as long as possible, he knows how enjoyable pain can be. This sort of pain that burns his insides and makes him want to scream.
“So tight…,” Byakuran’s voice is needy, breathless and full of love Tsuna hasn’t heard in anyone’s voice before. “Mine. All mine. Only mine.”
’Can I tell him that I’m his?’ Tsuna wonders hazily from the midst of passion, and the idea of selling his soul to this devil doesn’t seem so bad anymore. But the sensible, sane part of him, the part that knows that this was wrong and that Tsuna will regret it later, keeps his mouth shut. And so he doesn’t say it.
Byakuran looks down at the intoxicating sigh before him. Tsuna, with his brown locks spread on the pillow, cheeks flushes, eyes hazy and pupils dilated. That sight is all thanks to him, Byakuran knows, and only for him to see. Supporting himself with his left hand, Byakuran reaches for Tsuna’s weeping member, and rubs the tip, making the younger male writher beneath him, and moan in a manner that makes the Millefiore leader shake with suppressed needs for release.
Tsuna is caught in a world of pleasure where all of his senses are on fire. He’s falling and rising and screaming and breathing at the same time, and he doesn’t know nor care about anything but the one doing these things to him. The hands that had been in vain attempting to push the older of the two away, were now gripping the white, soft locks, pulling him closer for a breathless kiss.
Tsuna needed more, wanted more, and Byakuran was giving him more.
And then, in a climax of stars and ecstasy and blood and pain, Tsuna comes, clenches around Byakuran and the man thinks his heart will stop from all what he’s feeling right now. He spills his seed inside Tsuna and feels mad fulfilment, knowing that he has marked his beloved in a way no one else ever will.
“I love you,” Byakuran says, falling next to a limp Tsunayoshi who’s too taken by the afterglow to hear him. With a chuckle the white-haired man reaches for the ropes, before gripping the handcuffs and chaining Tsuna to the bedpost - just in case the other woke up before him.
’I won’t let go f you,’ Byakuran vows. ’I love you. Now and always.’ He knows that the road ahead of him - the path of taming his Tsunayoshi - will be long and have many painful moments for the both of them, but Byakuran is determined, and not afraid.
“You’ll learn how to love me,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around Tsuna.
Tutto è permesso in guerra e in amore.
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END
Yes, I suck at writing lemons, but well, this was the first raep I have ever written so forgive and forget. And I know this was rushed but I... I... *sob*
All is fair in war and love = Tutto è permesso in guerra e in amore