Fic: KHR! - The Cooler Kings - Part I
Title: The Cooler Kings
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing: 1859 - Hibari/Gokudera + one OC
Genre: Humour, attempts at action
Rating: R for half a sexual situation and Gokudera's dirty mouth
Word count: ~ 4,120 for Part I (~ 7,930 in all)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plot. And even that partially belongs to my beta. No money made.
Prompt: written for the 2nd round at khrfest; V - 2. Hibari/Gokudera: "It's strange the way they work together"
Beta: kentucka was the kind soul who took it upon herself to deal with my blatant ignorance of commas. Any remaining mistakes are mine and were obviously hiding better than I thought.
Summary: When one of Gokudera's subordinates gets caught by the police they have to break him out in an impromptu mission which allows for some interesting insight into how the Hibari-Gokudera tag team gets things done - or not. Set around the time the Vongola began building their underground base.
Warnings: one interrupted blowjob, excessive swearing, sarcasm and rampant metaphors; m/m relationship - just so we're clear.
A/N: On the off-chance that you've read a fic of mine called 'Cold Case' you may recognise the OC.
A BIG thank you goes out to kentucka for helping to birth this idea. Apologies to the OP if this is not what they wanted but it was all I could come up with. Posted in two parts because I have no idea what LJ's word limit is.
Also, credit where credit is due: the title is based upon Seve McQueen's character in 'The Great Escape' whose nickname was 'The Cooler King'. And now, I hope you enjoy :)
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The Cooler Kings - Part I
This was probably not one of Gokudera's best ideas. Scratch that, he was pretty sure it was one of the worst he'd ever had but it was not like they had a choice. They didn't have much time either, come to think of it. And faced with a lack of time and alternatives that was the best he could come up with.
"Here, take this," he said and started emptying his pockets into Hibari's somewhat unwilling hands. Hibari's look resembled that of a disgusted prize dog - especially when Gokudera shovelled crumpled papers in varying degrees of decay onto his palms.
"Notes," Gokudera explained while dumping dynamites in all shapes and sizes onto the small heap, "very important notes." He kept a few sticks of explosives hidden away because he had a nagging suspicion that they would come in handy.
"I'm sure," Hibari said and to a stranger's ears it might have sounded genuine but Gokudera knew a mocking tone when he heard one.
"Shut up." He topped the little pile of danger off with a small calibre gun he usually kept fastened around his ankle, "just-... take care of that for a while and-"
He shrugged. "Keep away from heat sources, I guess."
Hibari eyed the heap of miscellaneous items in his arms and Gokudera had known him long enough to distinguish a particularly unhappy frown from a default one. But he silently motioned for Kusakabe anyway to pick up Gokudera's belongings.
"And what do you intend to do now?"
"Now?" Gokudera straightened out his suit, adjusted his tie and nodded. "Now I'm gonna get myself arrested."
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It all started with a phone call. The most inconveniently timed one in the history of long-range communication, in fact.
"If you answer that I will bite it off," Hibari growled from between Gokudera's legs and there was no doubt that this wasn't just an empty threat. He'd tested Hibari's patience often enough to know that interruptions during intercourse did not go well for any part of Gokudera's body.
Plus, Hibari was already on DefCon 3 because they'd been scooped up in a hotel room in Rome for four days. There had been a little problem at the airport when they'd arrived and it might have involved a couple of explosions and an arrest warrant for someone who looked suspiciously like Gokudera.
As a result they were forced to spend most of the time inside because the streets were swarming with police officers who would gladly take credit for bringing in either - or preferably - both of them. It was rather humiliating to have Kusakabe ask for their room reservation and then sneak them in through the hotel kitchen and the staff rooms.
Hibari was expressing his resentment by being an even testier prick than usual and making every minute of being holed up indoors a living nightmare for Gokudera. If he hadn't seen it coming Hibari's death toll would have already comprised two hotel porters, a maid and a peke.
For the sake of his own sanity and health Gokudera resorted to the only thing he knew brought roughly the same sort of excitement while leaving innocent people unharmed - sex. It worked like a charm and it had the pleasant advantage of getting Gokudera laid too.
"It could be import- Ah! Fuck! That hurt, you bastard!"
"I warned you," Hibari stated matter-of-factly.
"It could be the Tenth-," Gokudera tried to argue but Hibari sucked particularly hard on his dick and effectively shut him up in mid-sentence.
He licked along the shaft and amazed Gokudera with his ability to retain all his brain functions. "No, it's not. You've got a special ringtone for Sawada. And that wasn't it."
Gokudera refrained from asking why Hibari knew what ringtones he used for their calls and instead concentrated on the feel of Hibari's lips around his cock. It wasn't particularly hard to focus.
However, even despite Hibari's spectacular skill the ringing got annoying after the fifth time. And Gokudera could only enjoy Nabucco's Chorus of Hebrew Slaves so much over the span of ten minutes while getting head.
Besides, whoever this caller was, they were obviously pretty desperate to reach him.
"Shit!" Gokudera threw his arm over his eyes and blindly tried to shove Hibari off of him. He was probably the only human being to ever stop someone like Hibari in the middle of a blowjob but he just couldn't leave a call unanswered. Especially not one that was as persistent as that.
He barely avoided Hibari's teeth when he quickly rolled over and snatched the cell phone from the nightstand.
With one arm pinning his lover down on the mattress he squinted at the display. It only revealed a number he didn't recognise.
"Hello? Who is this?" Gokudera hissed. Meanwhile, Hibari was back on top of him and seemingly attempted to bite through Gokudera's neck.
"Sir? Is this you? I wasn't sure if I had the right number. Sir, I'm really sorry to call you but-"
Gokudera mouthed a silent 'Ouch!' and wrestled with the Cloud Guardian until he had at least one hand back to hold the cell phone with. "Who the fuck is this?"
"Uhm, I'm sorry, Sir. It's me, Lorenzo."
It was difficult to think with Hibari biting the inside of his thigh but Gokudera vaguely remembered a young man, ambitious and enthusiastic if a bit unfortunate in his endeavours. If his memory didn't fail him he'd sent the boy off to Rome to stay in contact with a construction company that was involved in the building of their base.
He did not remember telling the guy to call him in the middle of the night.
"What the hell is it? And make it quick."
Lorenzo hesitated, "Sir, I'm really sorry about this-"
"Yeah, yeah, we've already established that. Get on with it," Hibari let his teeth scrape over one of Gokudera's nipples, causing him to suck in a breath and wish that his subordinate would just fucking hang up already.
"Uhm... yes. Sorry. I... I'm afraid I've gotten into a bit of a predicament, Sir."
The boy was waiting for a reply but Gokudera found it hard to speak with Hibari's tongue in his mouth.
When it became clear that he wouldn't get an answer Lorenzo continued, "You know, I was supposed to get the latest construction plans to you and I assure you I was doing my best to take care of the documents. It's just that... you see, when I went out to drive to your hotel somebody had blocked my car and I tried to reverse and somehow I bumped into another car and it turned out it was a police car and they kind of saw me. I panicked and I ran and I may have left the documents in the car and they caught me and they confiscated the car and the documents and now they're accusing me of stuff I've never even heard of and, and, and... Sir, I'm afraid I'm in prison. I'm sorry."
Somehow, all of this came out in one long, breathless litany - followed by a tentative silence on Lorenzo's part.
Gokudera had lost track of the conversation but one word did draw his full attention. He sat up with a start, Hibari on his lap and gesturing that he was as good as dead. "Say that again."
"I'm... uh... I'm sorry?"
"No, the other part, moron."
"I'm in prison, Sir," Lorenzo's voice was the audible equivalent of a mouse scurrying away.
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Apparently, the situation was a bit more serious than a simple parking damage. Lorenzo had not only been entrusted with parts of the plans for the base but also some vital documents that could - if researched properly - bring down their entire operation. Or at least enough of it to make them not even worth a bother for the Millefiore.
Gokudera had no idea who had given Lorenzo permission to leave the house with such important documents but he sure as hell was going to find the one responsible and then lock them in a room with nothing to eat but Bianchi's best dishes.
"If I recall correctly it was you who assigned him to this position," Hibari stood by the bedroom door and watched Gokudera struggle into his clothes. Their sexual activities had been brought to an abrupt end by Lorenzo's call and Hibari had proven again how highly efficient he was in everything he did - including getting dressed.
"For communication purposes only, damn it," Gokudera huffed as he hastily threw on his jacket. They didn't have much time. If Lorenzo was to be believed the police had been quick to connect him to Vongola, which made the boy either a witness or a dangerous criminal. Both possibilities meant that he was soon going to be transported to a high security facility and thus, out of immediate reach for them.
"Nobody was supposed to hand him top secret information, for crying out loud." He rushed past Hibari and opened the suite door a fraction to check if the corridor was safe.
"You need to have better control over your subordinates," Hibari leaned over him and pushed the door open all the way. He started marching off towards the stairs without even looking back. It was a mystery to Gokudera how someone like Hibari could not only still be at large but also have next to nothing on file with the police. The man was about as subtle as a redwood in a forest of Bonsai trees. But for some reason he always managed not to be where their enemies expected him to be - and if he was, there was hardly anybody left to pass the information on anyway.
"I have control over my subordinates," Gokudera snarled as he followed Hibari down the emergency escape route, "just because I don't treat them like shit doesn't mean I don't know how to handle them."
"I am not treating mine - as you put it - like shit either and still," they stepped out onto a deserted back alley where Kusakabe was already waiting in a sleek black limousine, "they do exactly what I want them to."
The superior touch to Hibari's smile did not escape Gokudera's attention. "Yeah, because they're afraid you're gonna kill them if they so much as sneeze in your presence."
"At least mine know how to wipe their noses afterwards."
Gokudera let the argument end at that point because if he didn't the in-family deaths would increase and Tsuna would be very unhappy.
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Kusakabe let the car roll to a halt in front of a construction site a few houses down the road from the immense block of buildings that was the 'Comando Generale Dell Arma Dei Carabinieri'. The high fencing was convenient - it allowed for a good view of the entrance while hiding them from occasional glances.
They stood in silence for a while, watching men and women in dark blue uniforms bustle in and out of the building. It was like looking at a wasps' nest, knowing fully well that you were going to prod it until all the angry little insects were after you.
"We can't just blast our way in there," Gokudera peered through the mesh of the fence and searched his pockets for his Zippo, "and we can't organise a snatch-and-grab job that quickly. Not in a place like this."
"Why not?" A flash of silvery steel glinted from underneath Hibari's sleeves.
Gokudera glanced down at Hibari's weapons while lighting his cigarette. "Because we're talking about the Carabinieri's freakin' headquarters. If this was just some gang of low-lives I'd say go all out. Have fun. Enjoy yourself wrecking havoc. But that's an entire building full of cops, Kyouya. You can't just barge in there, kill everyone and then walk away."
Hibari cocked an eyebrow and Gokudera needed to remind himself that the word 'can't' eeked out a rather miserable existence in the Cloud Guardian's world.
"Look," Gokudera pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to think of a way to explain to his partner in crime why they were facing a dilemma, "the police don't mind if we go and off each other. One scumbag gone is one less they have to chase. But if we start killing their own we're gonna be neck-deep in shit in no time. They tend to take that kind of thing very personal."
"Fine," Hibari secured his tonfas and tugged at his sleeves in growing irritation, "what do you suggest then?"
Gokudera went through their options in his head. They needed to be in there fast, spring a man from the cells, gain access to the evidence locker where their documents were stored and be back out by morning at the latest. If not, Lorenzo would be shipped off to a real prison and their precious information would land on somebody's desk who would know what to do with it.
While the police were mostly not something they had to worry about, Gokudera didn't mistake them for stupid. After all, they had as much experience in fighting the mafia as the Vongola had in being the mafia. It was all just about staying that one step ahead.
It also helped to have some officers on their payroll. But Gokudera doubted that they could get one of them to cooperate quickly enough to get Lorenzo out in time.
"We need them to believe that we actually belong there," Gokudera concluded.
"If you're not planning on wearing a full-body costume," Hibari stated, "I believe they will recognise us."
Gokudera stilled and suddenly found his thoughts taking an unexpected detour. None of them could get inside posing as someone they weren't but what if they didn't pose at all? What easier way to get to the holding cells than to act as someone who had to be put behind bars? And the best part was: they didn't even have to pretend.
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There was some considerable discussion about who should go which Hibari won by pointing out that his tonfas were very solid while Gokudera's head wasn't.
"Fine," Gokudera spat and unbuckled his boxes belt with as much ferocity as possible without throwing it straight into Hibari's face, "here, take this."
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Gokudera did not feel very comfortable having Hibari as his only backup. Sure, he was their strongest ally - and it had taken Gokudera some time to recognise him as such, let alone as a fellow guardian - but he was moody as hell and unpredictable and tended to play by his own rules. Gokudera had gotten used to it but it had involved several major tantrums and refurbishments of whatever room he'd been in at the time.
But eventually, he'd accepted the fact that Hibari was just too damned quick for his bombs and he figured Hibari had realised that the Right Hand Man was a tad more useful alive than dead. And somehow they worked. They were like old parts of code in a program - nobody knew what exactly they did anymore, but they got the job done so nobody dared to change a thing.
The sex was... their ghost in the machine. It had come naturally, had evolved and now they had to deal with certain feelings that neither of them could properly express. Alright, maybe Gokudera could but it usually ended in a string of curses and Hibari telling him to shut up and let's fuck already. Fact was that they were both unstable and highly irritable and a fucking horror to deal with in such completely different ways that they fit quite nicely together - once they'd gotten past the insults, the biting, the explosions and the random death threats.
The result was a partnership about as steady as the Leaning Tower of Pisa - slightly lopsided with a chance of toppling over altogether but, for now, holding out and looking vaguely presentable.
Gokudera just hoped that Hibari didn't choose this mission to prove just how complicated they really were. Once he was inside the building and in a cell the Cloud Guardian was their only chance of seeing daylight again - and if Hibari failed to disable the alarm system and the cameras they were mighty screwed.
"Fucking bastard better not mess this one up," He mumbled as he crossed the street in brisk strides. Never mind that he would be hard pressed to come up with a situation in which Hibari had blown an assignment. Twisted and turned to his needs, yes, because he was notoriously ignorant to any kind of plan that was not his own but he'd never actually caused a mission to go awry.
And if he'd wasted so much as a single thought on this issue while entering the Carabinieri's headquarters he would have been a deadly menace. Luckily, he didn't and hence the building and all its occupants remained intact.
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It went as Gokudera had hoped - the higher-ups patted each other on their backs for finally apprehending one of the infamous Vongola Guardians and the regular men and women of the force celebrated by raiding the nearest supermarket for pallets of beer. He thought it was all a bit over-excited since he'd basically walked right into their arms.
In reality, he'd done all of their work for them. The least he deserved was one of those beers.
But he couldn't blame them. He'd seen his file and while 90% of it was barely more than circumstantial it still filled entire hard drives. So, Gokudera indulged them - there were going to be a lot of heads rolling when this was over anyway.
Of course, they tried to coax some information out of him but if there was one thing Gokudera had learned from his relationship with Hibari it was how to ignore people. Especially ones who were making demands.
Once they had realised that Gokudera would rather cut off his own tongue than tell them anything they marched him off to the holding cells, parading him around like a bloody award-winning poodle. He felt incredibly naked without his weapons, hell, without everything that was intrinsically him. But with a bit of luck the mini bombs he'd kept on him were being taken to the evidence locker where they would be waiting to be used in some strategically placed explosions.
When they led him through the cell block only awed silence followed them. There was a whistle from one of the first cells but whoever that cutup was he was quickly hushed.
Two cells from the end of the hall Gokudera caught a glimpse of a familiar face. The young man's mouth hung open and when they passed by the kid was hiding his face in his hands and was muttering a string of 'Shitshitshitshit.' under his breath.
The Carabinieri were unknowingly making things a lot easier for them by elbowing Gokudera into the cell right next to Lorenzo's. That would certainly facilitate communication. Plus, Gokudera could always try and reach around the bars into the other cell to strangle his subordiante.
He watched the officers leave, smugly laughing to themselves and throwing witty comments in his direction. He really wished he had his bombs on him.
Gokudera sighed and brought his suit in order. He made a mental note to lower all bribes until the damage to his clothing was paid off - and it was a very expensive suit. Then he sauntered over to the corner nearest to the neighbouring cell. "Lorenzo?"
"Y-yes, Sir?" The young man answered after a pause.
"Come here."
He heard the kid shuffle around in the other cell. "A bit closer, please."
When Gokudera was absolutely sure that Lorenzo was practically face-to-face with the bars he reached around and smacked him over the head.
"Ow!"
"What the fucking hell were you thinking, dumbass?" Gokudera was seething. "No, don't tell me. Nothing, right?"
"I-... I panicked," Lorenzo's voice was distant, as if he was standing in the far corner of his cell, "I'm really sorry, Sir. I... How did they even catch you?"
"Oh, I came here to demand my documents and subordinate back and they told me to wait here while they get all the paperwork done."
"Really?"
"No, you moron!" Gokudera could have used the stupid lawn head's powerful punch now because he felt the urge to blast through the wall. "I let myself get arrested to break your feckless little arse out of here."
"You- you mean you came here to rescue me?" Suddenly Lorenzo sounded horribly like a starry-eyed teenager.
"What are you? Deaf?"
"I don't know what to say, Sir. I... thank you, Sir! Thank you so very much!" Gokudera had the terrible feeling that Lorenzo was trying to hug the wall.
"Yeah, whatever," he slumped down on the shaky excuse of a bed, "just shut up and follow my lead. We've got a plan to get you and the documents out of here so don't fuck up."
There was a tentative silence. "We, Sir?"
"What, did you think I'd come here all alone?" Gokudera snorted and started patting his pockets for his smokes until he remembered that he'd left them with his fellow guardian. "Hibari's working to disable the alarm system. Hopefully..."
He thought he heard a muffled shriek. "H-Hibari is here too?"
"He's not exactly my first choice either but when the shit hits the fan I guess he's better than any army. God, I wish I had a cigarette," Gokudera stood up and began pacing around. He was getting cranky and he knew it. The only thing that helped was nicotine, an espresso with a texture equivalent to tar or... Hibari. It was funny but the way the ever so stoic Cloud Guardian enraged Gokudera made him focus better than any kind of drug - artifical or natural.
"He's here to kill me, right?" Lorenzo squealed.
Gokudera stopped and shrugged. "Who knows."
"Oh god," the kid appeared to be cowering somewhere, "I knew it. I shouldn't have looked at those documents. But they fell out of the envelope and I had to pick them up, didn't I? I mean I couldn't have left them lying around, right? And I looked and his name was on them and I didn't think any of it and I just stuffed them back in the briefcase with the plans and-"
Gokudera gaped at the wall, "Wait. What documents? There were no documents for him."
"Sure. I saw them. I have no idea what they were about but the note said 'Hibari Kyouya'. Is that a problem, Sir?"
He couldn't hear Lorenzo over the sound of his anger. "That fucking bastard! That's why he's so willing to help. He was using you as a courier without telling me."
"Sir? Are you alright, Sir?" Lorenzo sounded alarmed.
Apparently, Gokudera had started kicking the bedstead. "What? Yeah. Peachy, just peachy."
He flopped down on the mattress, rubbing his eyes. "Shit. I need a smoke."
A battered packet of Gauloises skittered around the corner and bumped against his shoe. Gokudera stared at it in disbelief. "They let you keep your cigarettes?"
"I hid them," his subordinate appeared to be bursting with pride.
Gokudera shook one specimen out of its paper container and noted with a relieved smile that Lorenzo had included a batch of matches as well. "Hid them where?"
"On... my person."
He stilled before the cigarette touched his lips and eyed it suspiciously. He'd been searched rather thoroughly and he did not want to know where one would have to hide a packet of smokes in order to keep it away from the authorities. Gokudera carefully slid the cigarette back into the package and placed it a good few inches away from him.
"Well, uhm... thanks," he managed after he'd meticulously wiped his hands on his pants.
"You're welcome, Sir," he was pretty sure Lorenzo was beaming like a hundred light bulbs, "it's the least I can do."
Gokudera had no idea what to say to that so he held his tongue. Silence engulfed them for a couple of minutes in which he happily imagined all the things he would do to Hibari in return for going behind his back. It wasn't the first time the Cloud Guardian had ever done that but it was the first time he'd involved any of Gokudera's men.
Hibari lacked a sense of 'mine' and 'thine' - he usually only went for 'mine'. But so far he'd stayed clear of anyone who was affiliated with the other guardians. The bloody asshole had better have a damned good explanation for this.
--> Continue to Part II
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Pairing: 1859 - Hibari/Gokudera + one OC
Genre: Humour, attempts at action
Rating: R for half a sexual situation and Gokudera's dirty mouth
Word count: ~ 4,120 for Part I (~ 7,930 in all)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plot. And even that partially belongs to my beta. No money made.
Prompt: written for the 2nd round at khrfest; V - 2. Hibari/Gokudera: "It's strange the way they work together"
Beta: kentucka was the kind soul who took it upon herself to deal with my blatant ignorance of commas. Any remaining mistakes are mine and were obviously hiding better than I thought.
Summary: When one of Gokudera's subordinates gets caught by the police they have to break him out in an impromptu mission which allows for some interesting insight into how the Hibari-Gokudera tag team gets things done - or not. Set around the time the Vongola began building their underground base.
Warnings: one interrupted blowjob, excessive swearing, sarcasm and rampant metaphors; m/m relationship - just so we're clear.
A/N: On the off-chance that you've read a fic of mine called 'Cold Case' you may recognise the OC.
A BIG thank you goes out to kentucka for helping to birth this idea. Apologies to the OP if this is not what they wanted but it was all I could come up with. Posted in two parts because I have no idea what LJ's word limit is.
Also, credit where credit is due: the title is based upon Seve McQueen's character in 'The Great Escape' whose nickname was 'The Cooler King'. And now, I hope you enjoy :)
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The Cooler Kings - Part I
This was probably not one of Gokudera's best ideas. Scratch that, he was pretty sure it was one of the worst he'd ever had but it was not like they had a choice. They didn't have much time either, come to think of it. And faced with a lack of time and alternatives that was the best he could come up with.
"Here, take this," he said and started emptying his pockets into Hibari's somewhat unwilling hands. Hibari's look resembled that of a disgusted prize dog - especially when Gokudera shovelled crumpled papers in varying degrees of decay onto his palms.
"Notes," Gokudera explained while dumping dynamites in all shapes and sizes onto the small heap, "very important notes." He kept a few sticks of explosives hidden away because he had a nagging suspicion that they would come in handy.
"I'm sure," Hibari said and to a stranger's ears it might have sounded genuine but Gokudera knew a mocking tone when he heard one.
"Shut up." He topped the little pile of danger off with a small calibre gun he usually kept fastened around his ankle, "just-... take care of that for a while and-"
He shrugged. "Keep away from heat sources, I guess."
Hibari eyed the heap of miscellaneous items in his arms and Gokudera had known him long enough to distinguish a particularly unhappy frown from a default one. But he silently motioned for Kusakabe anyway to pick up Gokudera's belongings.
"And what do you intend to do now?"
"Now?" Gokudera straightened out his suit, adjusted his tie and nodded. "Now I'm gonna get myself arrested."
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It all started with a phone call. The most inconveniently timed one in the history of long-range communication, in fact.
"If you answer that I will bite it off," Hibari growled from between Gokudera's legs and there was no doubt that this wasn't just an empty threat. He'd tested Hibari's patience often enough to know that interruptions during intercourse did not go well for any part of Gokudera's body.
Plus, Hibari was already on DefCon 3 because they'd been scooped up in a hotel room in Rome for four days. There had been a little problem at the airport when they'd arrived and it might have involved a couple of explosions and an arrest warrant for someone who looked suspiciously like Gokudera.
As a result they were forced to spend most of the time inside because the streets were swarming with police officers who would gladly take credit for bringing in either - or preferably - both of them. It was rather humiliating to have Kusakabe ask for their room reservation and then sneak them in through the hotel kitchen and the staff rooms.
Hibari was expressing his resentment by being an even testier prick than usual and making every minute of being holed up indoors a living nightmare for Gokudera. If he hadn't seen it coming Hibari's death toll would have already comprised two hotel porters, a maid and a peke.
For the sake of his own sanity and health Gokudera resorted to the only thing he knew brought roughly the same sort of excitement while leaving innocent people unharmed - sex. It worked like a charm and it had the pleasant advantage of getting Gokudera laid too.
"It could be import- Ah! Fuck! That hurt, you bastard!"
"I warned you," Hibari stated matter-of-factly.
"It could be the Tenth-," Gokudera tried to argue but Hibari sucked particularly hard on his dick and effectively shut him up in mid-sentence.
He licked along the shaft and amazed Gokudera with his ability to retain all his brain functions. "No, it's not. You've got a special ringtone for Sawada. And that wasn't it."
Gokudera refrained from asking why Hibari knew what ringtones he used for their calls and instead concentrated on the feel of Hibari's lips around his cock. It wasn't particularly hard to focus.
However, even despite Hibari's spectacular skill the ringing got annoying after the fifth time. And Gokudera could only enjoy Nabucco's Chorus of Hebrew Slaves so much over the span of ten minutes while getting head.
Besides, whoever this caller was, they were obviously pretty desperate to reach him.
"Shit!" Gokudera threw his arm over his eyes and blindly tried to shove Hibari off of him. He was probably the only human being to ever stop someone like Hibari in the middle of a blowjob but he just couldn't leave a call unanswered. Especially not one that was as persistent as that.
He barely avoided Hibari's teeth when he quickly rolled over and snatched the cell phone from the nightstand.
With one arm pinning his lover down on the mattress he squinted at the display. It only revealed a number he didn't recognise.
"Hello? Who is this?" Gokudera hissed. Meanwhile, Hibari was back on top of him and seemingly attempted to bite through Gokudera's neck.
"Sir? Is this you? I wasn't sure if I had the right number. Sir, I'm really sorry to call you but-"
Gokudera mouthed a silent 'Ouch!' and wrestled with the Cloud Guardian until he had at least one hand back to hold the cell phone with. "Who the fuck is this?"
"Uhm, I'm sorry, Sir. It's me, Lorenzo."
It was difficult to think with Hibari biting the inside of his thigh but Gokudera vaguely remembered a young man, ambitious and enthusiastic if a bit unfortunate in his endeavours. If his memory didn't fail him he'd sent the boy off to Rome to stay in contact with a construction company that was involved in the building of their base.
He did not remember telling the guy to call him in the middle of the night.
"What the hell is it? And make it quick."
Lorenzo hesitated, "Sir, I'm really sorry about this-"
"Yeah, yeah, we've already established that. Get on with it," Hibari let his teeth scrape over one of Gokudera's nipples, causing him to suck in a breath and wish that his subordinate would just fucking hang up already.
"Uhm... yes. Sorry. I... I'm afraid I've gotten into a bit of a predicament, Sir."
The boy was waiting for a reply but Gokudera found it hard to speak with Hibari's tongue in his mouth.
When it became clear that he wouldn't get an answer Lorenzo continued, "You know, I was supposed to get the latest construction plans to you and I assure you I was doing my best to take care of the documents. It's just that... you see, when I went out to drive to your hotel somebody had blocked my car and I tried to reverse and somehow I bumped into another car and it turned out it was a police car and they kind of saw me. I panicked and I ran and I may have left the documents in the car and they caught me and they confiscated the car and the documents and now they're accusing me of stuff I've never even heard of and, and, and... Sir, I'm afraid I'm in prison. I'm sorry."
Somehow, all of this came out in one long, breathless litany - followed by a tentative silence on Lorenzo's part.
Gokudera had lost track of the conversation but one word did draw his full attention. He sat up with a start, Hibari on his lap and gesturing that he was as good as dead. "Say that again."
"I'm... uh... I'm sorry?"
"No, the other part, moron."
"I'm in prison, Sir," Lorenzo's voice was the audible equivalent of a mouse scurrying away.
---
Apparently, the situation was a bit more serious than a simple parking damage. Lorenzo had not only been entrusted with parts of the plans for the base but also some vital documents that could - if researched properly - bring down their entire operation. Or at least enough of it to make them not even worth a bother for the Millefiore.
Gokudera had no idea who had given Lorenzo permission to leave the house with such important documents but he sure as hell was going to find the one responsible and then lock them in a room with nothing to eat but Bianchi's best dishes.
"If I recall correctly it was you who assigned him to this position," Hibari stood by the bedroom door and watched Gokudera struggle into his clothes. Their sexual activities had been brought to an abrupt end by Lorenzo's call and Hibari had proven again how highly efficient he was in everything he did - including getting dressed.
"For communication purposes only, damn it," Gokudera huffed as he hastily threw on his jacket. They didn't have much time. If Lorenzo was to be believed the police had been quick to connect him to Vongola, which made the boy either a witness or a dangerous criminal. Both possibilities meant that he was soon going to be transported to a high security facility and thus, out of immediate reach for them.
"Nobody was supposed to hand him top secret information, for crying out loud." He rushed past Hibari and opened the suite door a fraction to check if the corridor was safe.
"You need to have better control over your subordinates," Hibari leaned over him and pushed the door open all the way. He started marching off towards the stairs without even looking back. It was a mystery to Gokudera how someone like Hibari could not only still be at large but also have next to nothing on file with the police. The man was about as subtle as a redwood in a forest of Bonsai trees. But for some reason he always managed not to be where their enemies expected him to be - and if he was, there was hardly anybody left to pass the information on anyway.
"I have control over my subordinates," Gokudera snarled as he followed Hibari down the emergency escape route, "just because I don't treat them like shit doesn't mean I don't know how to handle them."
"I am not treating mine - as you put it - like shit either and still," they stepped out onto a deserted back alley where Kusakabe was already waiting in a sleek black limousine, "they do exactly what I want them to."
The superior touch to Hibari's smile did not escape Gokudera's attention. "Yeah, because they're afraid you're gonna kill them if they so much as sneeze in your presence."
"At least mine know how to wipe their noses afterwards."
Gokudera let the argument end at that point because if he didn't the in-family deaths would increase and Tsuna would be very unhappy.
---
Kusakabe let the car roll to a halt in front of a construction site a few houses down the road from the immense block of buildings that was the 'Comando Generale Dell Arma Dei Carabinieri'. The high fencing was convenient - it allowed for a good view of the entrance while hiding them from occasional glances.
They stood in silence for a while, watching men and women in dark blue uniforms bustle in and out of the building. It was like looking at a wasps' nest, knowing fully well that you were going to prod it until all the angry little insects were after you.
"We can't just blast our way in there," Gokudera peered through the mesh of the fence and searched his pockets for his Zippo, "and we can't organise a snatch-and-grab job that quickly. Not in a place like this."
"Why not?" A flash of silvery steel glinted from underneath Hibari's sleeves.
Gokudera glanced down at Hibari's weapons while lighting his cigarette. "Because we're talking about the Carabinieri's freakin' headquarters. If this was just some gang of low-lives I'd say go all out. Have fun. Enjoy yourself wrecking havoc. But that's an entire building full of cops, Kyouya. You can't just barge in there, kill everyone and then walk away."
Hibari cocked an eyebrow and Gokudera needed to remind himself that the word 'can't' eeked out a rather miserable existence in the Cloud Guardian's world.
"Look," Gokudera pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to think of a way to explain to his partner in crime why they were facing a dilemma, "the police don't mind if we go and off each other. One scumbag gone is one less they have to chase. But if we start killing their own we're gonna be neck-deep in shit in no time. They tend to take that kind of thing very personal."
"Fine," Hibari secured his tonfas and tugged at his sleeves in growing irritation, "what do you suggest then?"
Gokudera went through their options in his head. They needed to be in there fast, spring a man from the cells, gain access to the evidence locker where their documents were stored and be back out by morning at the latest. If not, Lorenzo would be shipped off to a real prison and their precious information would land on somebody's desk who would know what to do with it.
While the police were mostly not something they had to worry about, Gokudera didn't mistake them for stupid. After all, they had as much experience in fighting the mafia as the Vongola had in being the mafia. It was all just about staying that one step ahead.
It also helped to have some officers on their payroll. But Gokudera doubted that they could get one of them to cooperate quickly enough to get Lorenzo out in time.
"We need them to believe that we actually belong there," Gokudera concluded.
"If you're not planning on wearing a full-body costume," Hibari stated, "I believe they will recognise us."
Gokudera stilled and suddenly found his thoughts taking an unexpected detour. None of them could get inside posing as someone they weren't but what if they didn't pose at all? What easier way to get to the holding cells than to act as someone who had to be put behind bars? And the best part was: they didn't even have to pretend.
---
There was some considerable discussion about who should go which Hibari won by pointing out that his tonfas were very solid while Gokudera's head wasn't.
"Fine," Gokudera spat and unbuckled his boxes belt with as much ferocity as possible without throwing it straight into Hibari's face, "here, take this."
---
Gokudera did not feel very comfortable having Hibari as his only backup. Sure, he was their strongest ally - and it had taken Gokudera some time to recognise him as such, let alone as a fellow guardian - but he was moody as hell and unpredictable and tended to play by his own rules. Gokudera had gotten used to it but it had involved several major tantrums and refurbishments of whatever room he'd been in at the time.
But eventually, he'd accepted the fact that Hibari was just too damned quick for his bombs and he figured Hibari had realised that the Right Hand Man was a tad more useful alive than dead. And somehow they worked. They were like old parts of code in a program - nobody knew what exactly they did anymore, but they got the job done so nobody dared to change a thing.
The sex was... their ghost in the machine. It had come naturally, had evolved and now they had to deal with certain feelings that neither of them could properly express. Alright, maybe Gokudera could but it usually ended in a string of curses and Hibari telling him to shut up and let's fuck already. Fact was that they were both unstable and highly irritable and a fucking horror to deal with in such completely different ways that they fit quite nicely together - once they'd gotten past the insults, the biting, the explosions and the random death threats.
The result was a partnership about as steady as the Leaning Tower of Pisa - slightly lopsided with a chance of toppling over altogether but, for now, holding out and looking vaguely presentable.
Gokudera just hoped that Hibari didn't choose this mission to prove just how complicated they really were. Once he was inside the building and in a cell the Cloud Guardian was their only chance of seeing daylight again - and if Hibari failed to disable the alarm system and the cameras they were mighty screwed.
"Fucking bastard better not mess this one up," He mumbled as he crossed the street in brisk strides. Never mind that he would be hard pressed to come up with a situation in which Hibari had blown an assignment. Twisted and turned to his needs, yes, because he was notoriously ignorant to any kind of plan that was not his own but he'd never actually caused a mission to go awry.
And if he'd wasted so much as a single thought on this issue while entering the Carabinieri's headquarters he would have been a deadly menace. Luckily, he didn't and hence the building and all its occupants remained intact.
---
It went as Gokudera had hoped - the higher-ups patted each other on their backs for finally apprehending one of the infamous Vongola Guardians and the regular men and women of the force celebrated by raiding the nearest supermarket for pallets of beer. He thought it was all a bit over-excited since he'd basically walked right into their arms.
In reality, he'd done all of their work for them. The least he deserved was one of those beers.
But he couldn't blame them. He'd seen his file and while 90% of it was barely more than circumstantial it still filled entire hard drives. So, Gokudera indulged them - there were going to be a lot of heads rolling when this was over anyway.
Of course, they tried to coax some information out of him but if there was one thing Gokudera had learned from his relationship with Hibari it was how to ignore people. Especially ones who were making demands.
Once they had realised that Gokudera would rather cut off his own tongue than tell them anything they marched him off to the holding cells, parading him around like a bloody award-winning poodle. He felt incredibly naked without his weapons, hell, without everything that was intrinsically him. But with a bit of luck the mini bombs he'd kept on him were being taken to the evidence locker where they would be waiting to be used in some strategically placed explosions.
When they led him through the cell block only awed silence followed them. There was a whistle from one of the first cells but whoever that cutup was he was quickly hushed.
Two cells from the end of the hall Gokudera caught a glimpse of a familiar face. The young man's mouth hung open and when they passed by the kid was hiding his face in his hands and was muttering a string of 'Shitshitshitshit.' under his breath.
The Carabinieri were unknowingly making things a lot easier for them by elbowing Gokudera into the cell right next to Lorenzo's. That would certainly facilitate communication. Plus, Gokudera could always try and reach around the bars into the other cell to strangle his subordiante.
He watched the officers leave, smugly laughing to themselves and throwing witty comments in his direction. He really wished he had his bombs on him.
Gokudera sighed and brought his suit in order. He made a mental note to lower all bribes until the damage to his clothing was paid off - and it was a very expensive suit. Then he sauntered over to the corner nearest to the neighbouring cell. "Lorenzo?"
"Y-yes, Sir?" The young man answered after a pause.
"Come here."
He heard the kid shuffle around in the other cell. "A bit closer, please."
When Gokudera was absolutely sure that Lorenzo was practically face-to-face with the bars he reached around and smacked him over the head.
"Ow!"
"What the fucking hell were you thinking, dumbass?" Gokudera was seething. "No, don't tell me. Nothing, right?"
"I-... I panicked," Lorenzo's voice was distant, as if he was standing in the far corner of his cell, "I'm really sorry, Sir. I... How did they even catch you?"
"Oh, I came here to demand my documents and subordinate back and they told me to wait here while they get all the paperwork done."
"Really?"
"No, you moron!" Gokudera could have used the stupid lawn head's powerful punch now because he felt the urge to blast through the wall. "I let myself get arrested to break your feckless little arse out of here."
"You- you mean you came here to rescue me?" Suddenly Lorenzo sounded horribly like a starry-eyed teenager.
"What are you? Deaf?"
"I don't know what to say, Sir. I... thank you, Sir! Thank you so very much!" Gokudera had the terrible feeling that Lorenzo was trying to hug the wall.
"Yeah, whatever," he slumped down on the shaky excuse of a bed, "just shut up and follow my lead. We've got a plan to get you and the documents out of here so don't fuck up."
There was a tentative silence. "We, Sir?"
"What, did you think I'd come here all alone?" Gokudera snorted and started patting his pockets for his smokes until he remembered that he'd left them with his fellow guardian. "Hibari's working to disable the alarm system. Hopefully..."
He thought he heard a muffled shriek. "H-Hibari is here too?"
"He's not exactly my first choice either but when the shit hits the fan I guess he's better than any army. God, I wish I had a cigarette," Gokudera stood up and began pacing around. He was getting cranky and he knew it. The only thing that helped was nicotine, an espresso with a texture equivalent to tar or... Hibari. It was funny but the way the ever so stoic Cloud Guardian enraged Gokudera made him focus better than any kind of drug - artifical or natural.
"He's here to kill me, right?" Lorenzo squealed.
Gokudera stopped and shrugged. "Who knows."
"Oh god," the kid appeared to be cowering somewhere, "I knew it. I shouldn't have looked at those documents. But they fell out of the envelope and I had to pick them up, didn't I? I mean I couldn't have left them lying around, right? And I looked and his name was on them and I didn't think any of it and I just stuffed them back in the briefcase with the plans and-"
Gokudera gaped at the wall, "Wait. What documents? There were no documents for him."
"Sure. I saw them. I have no idea what they were about but the note said 'Hibari Kyouya'. Is that a problem, Sir?"
He couldn't hear Lorenzo over the sound of his anger. "That fucking bastard! That's why he's so willing to help. He was using you as a courier without telling me."
"Sir? Are you alright, Sir?" Lorenzo sounded alarmed.
Apparently, Gokudera had started kicking the bedstead. "What? Yeah. Peachy, just peachy."
He flopped down on the mattress, rubbing his eyes. "Shit. I need a smoke."
A battered packet of Gauloises skittered around the corner and bumped against his shoe. Gokudera stared at it in disbelief. "They let you keep your cigarettes?"
"I hid them," his subordinate appeared to be bursting with pride.
Gokudera shook one specimen out of its paper container and noted with a relieved smile that Lorenzo had included a batch of matches as well. "Hid them where?"
"On... my person."
He stilled before the cigarette touched his lips and eyed it suspiciously. He'd been searched rather thoroughly and he did not want to know where one would have to hide a packet of smokes in order to keep it away from the authorities. Gokudera carefully slid the cigarette back into the package and placed it a good few inches away from him.
"Well, uhm... thanks," he managed after he'd meticulously wiped his hands on his pants.
"You're welcome, Sir," he was pretty sure Lorenzo was beaming like a hundred light bulbs, "it's the least I can do."
Gokudera had no idea what to say to that so he held his tongue. Silence engulfed them for a couple of minutes in which he happily imagined all the things he would do to Hibari in return for going behind his back. It wasn't the first time the Cloud Guardian had ever done that but it was the first time he'd involved any of Gokudera's men.
Hibari lacked a sense of 'mine' and 'thine' - he usually only went for 'mine'. But so far he'd stayed clear of anyone who was affiliated with the other guardians. The bloody asshole had better have a damned good explanation for this.
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