Fanfic: HIEEE!!!! P-p-p-poles are dancing!
Requested by: kubinashi
Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn
Genre: Angst and... uh... whatever genre has women dancing on poles.
Characters/Pairing: Hibari Kyouya/Sawada Tsuna
Rating: Whatever you rate something that has pole dancers. With special guest appearance of the word "penis".
Prompt: Pole dancing
It was Kasukabe’s birthday, so the whole disciplinary committee, as it was still called despite now being a part of the Vongola MAFIA, held a private party for the occasion. It wasn’t Hibari’s decision to do so, but Kasukabe was his most loyal subordinate and probably deserved a chance to relax on his own birthday. He didn’t take part in the party-planning process, and so his men, eager to have some fun, hired a pole dancer.
And because Hibari was their leader, and because Kasukabe was rather shy despite his appearance, Hibari had the special seat right in front of the stage while his men sat behind him, cheering as the dancer came out. She was clad only in some tasteless, bright red tasseled underwear (which was completely against Section 3, Article 5 of Namimori’s dress code) some cheap, gaudy jewelry (Section 3, Article 7) high-heeled go-go boots (Section 3, Article 8) and thick make-up (Section 3, Article 9). Hibari was obviously not amused.
The music started to play, a vulgar song whose chorus contained six out of the 207 word list of words you’re not allowed to say in Namimori territory. She began to dance, or whatever they called what she did with the pole. She spun around it, tilting her back as she let out a very loud moan. She leaned her body against it, the pole pressed against her breast, her hips gyrating to the rhythm. She lifted her legs, a high kick that sent his men screaming for more. She rubbed her hands up and down on the pole, licking her lips, revering it like a glorified manifestation of a penis. And while she was doing what she was paid to do, she had her eyes on him, except when she had to close them to make the most scandalous expressions.
Disgusting. Hibari found the need to distract himself from the urge to discipline this woman into obeying school rules. He thought about his pet birds, but they can only occupy his thoughts for so long, especially since he took great care in making sure that they were safe whenever he left them alone in his room. Thinking about the welfare of his disciplinary committee proved to be counterproductive in this situation, when they were all right behind him, whooping and jeering as the woman danced on. Even Kasukabe was chuckling rather bashfully behind him. He tried to think of many other things, but not many things interested him. And so his thoughts eventually went to him, Sawada Tsuna, the troglodyte who changed his life.
She left the stage and decided to give him a better view of his dance, shaking her ample bosoms in front of him, the tassels on her bra almost whipping his face. But he thought only of him, and how they first met. How he was whiney, and annoying, and stupid, and how he cowered in battle like the pathetic herbivore that he was. Hibari was more interested with the baby Tsuna was with at that time, and claimed to closely observe Tsuna’s progress solely because of his curiosity about the powers of the Arcobaleno. But Tsuna’s power grew, and it became evident that it was not because Reborn had given him this power, but because the power were innate and Reborn helped him discover it. At this time, Hibari was now following Tsuna more closely, telling himself that he could stop doing so anytime he wants to. And then Hibari and his men became a part of Tsuna’s MAFIA, and Hibari refused to remind himself why he came to that decision.
She grinded her hips just inches above his, teasing him for his lack of attention. Stupid whore, she wasn’t worthy of his attention and shouldn’t act as such. He gripped the armrests of his seat tightly, resisting the urge to react violently against her, thus ruining the whole mood of Kasukabe’s party. She placed her hands on top of his, trying to force his grip off the armrests, and he thought about his hands. Tsuna’s hands were gentle, the kind that wasn’t used to hitting people, committing acts of discipline or anything useful for that matter. “Useless” was Hibari’s first impression of him, and yet Tsuna’s gentleness was also his strength. With his stupid yet natural demeanor, Tsuna commanded respect in the least obvious manner. You were just inclined to care for him, just as much as he cares for you. He was gentle even with his enemies, never really giving the final blow. He always gave them a chance, and while Hibari was usually against this, some of their former enemies, drawn to Tsuna’s unusual charisma, became their strongest allies. Left on his own though, Tsuna was bound to forgive too much and fight too little, and this is why Hibari decided to stay by his side. Left to his own devices, this troglodyte was useless.
Failing at making him let go, she turned to face him, placing her hands on his shoulders as she leaned down to whisper vulgarity in his ears. He closed his eyes and thought of his voice, that whiny, annoying, stuttering voice who almost always sounded unsure. But when decisions had to be made, that voice was sure. And when orders had to be given, that voice was firm and resolute. It had some charisma to it, his weak, pathetic voice. Whenever Tsuna spoke, you can be sure of his honesty, of his willingness to help the people he cared for. He had this annoying ability to make really annoying speeches that brought people closer to him, crowding him and requesting too much of him. Again, this was one of the reasons why Hibari was with him, to push these people away because he was too much of a herbivore to realize that he was getting eaten.
She giggled. She laughed. She faked a moan. She reminded him of his moans, and how he screamed when he forced himself inside him. Her hands on his face reminded him of how Tsuna’s hands trembled beneath his grip, and how he clawed at the sheets when Hibari let go of his wrists, pushing himself further inside. A brush of her lips against his reminded him of how he left a trail of kisses, or rather, bites down the boy’s body, Tsuna whimpering every time his teeth came into contact with his skin. And he pushed and he bit and he gripped, not caring about how Tsuna felt, making the boy cry as he called out his name. Hibari was much higher in the food chain than Tsuna was, it was only natural for him to take his prey.
And yet the next morning, when he woke up in a bad mood as usual, Tsuna had the gal to smile at him. He pushed him back down on the bed, laughing. And he said, “It’s ok, Hibari, you don’t have to get up yet.”
Hibari closed his eyes when he said that, turning his back on Tsuna as he tried to go back to sleep. That was when Tsuna wrapped his arms around him and whispered…
I love you.
Fuck. Fuck these feelings and fuck that worthless herbivore and fuck this whore who was dancing in front of him.
He opened his eyes, ready to strike at her and push her off him but she was already dancing for someone else: Kasukabe. Kasukabe was smiling awkwardly, mumbling something about having a lover back in his home village. Hibari decided to get up and leave the room to pour himself a drink to bring himself back to his senses…
… and to remind himself about how Tsuna wasn’t there anymore.
Word Count: 1283
Total Word Count: 1848 (so way behind...)
Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn
Genre: Angst and... uh... whatever genre has women dancing on poles.
Characters/Pairing: Hibari Kyouya/Sawada Tsuna
Rating: Whatever you rate something that has pole dancers. With special guest appearance of the word "penis".
Prompt: Pole dancing
It was Kasukabe’s birthday, so the whole disciplinary committee, as it was still called despite now being a part of the Vongola MAFIA, held a private party for the occasion. It wasn’t Hibari’s decision to do so, but Kasukabe was his most loyal subordinate and probably deserved a chance to relax on his own birthday. He didn’t take part in the party-planning process, and so his men, eager to have some fun, hired a pole dancer.
And because Hibari was their leader, and because Kasukabe was rather shy despite his appearance, Hibari had the special seat right in front of the stage while his men sat behind him, cheering as the dancer came out. She was clad only in some tasteless, bright red tasseled underwear (which was completely against Section 3, Article 5 of Namimori’s dress code) some cheap, gaudy jewelry (Section 3, Article 7) high-heeled go-go boots (Section 3, Article 8) and thick make-up (Section 3, Article 9). Hibari was obviously not amused.
The music started to play, a vulgar song whose chorus contained six out of the 207 word list of words you’re not allowed to say in Namimori territory. She began to dance, or whatever they called what she did with the pole. She spun around it, tilting her back as she let out a very loud moan. She leaned her body against it, the pole pressed against her breast, her hips gyrating to the rhythm. She lifted her legs, a high kick that sent his men screaming for more. She rubbed her hands up and down on the pole, licking her lips, revering it like a glorified manifestation of a penis. And while she was doing what she was paid to do, she had her eyes on him, except when she had to close them to make the most scandalous expressions.
Disgusting. Hibari found the need to distract himself from the urge to discipline this woman into obeying school rules. He thought about his pet birds, but they can only occupy his thoughts for so long, especially since he took great care in making sure that they were safe whenever he left them alone in his room. Thinking about the welfare of his disciplinary committee proved to be counterproductive in this situation, when they were all right behind him, whooping and jeering as the woman danced on. Even Kasukabe was chuckling rather bashfully behind him. He tried to think of many other things, but not many things interested him. And so his thoughts eventually went to him, Sawada Tsuna, the troglodyte who changed his life.
She left the stage and decided to give him a better view of his dance, shaking her ample bosoms in front of him, the tassels on her bra almost whipping his face. But he thought only of him, and how they first met. How he was whiney, and annoying, and stupid, and how he cowered in battle like the pathetic herbivore that he was. Hibari was more interested with the baby Tsuna was with at that time, and claimed to closely observe Tsuna’s progress solely because of his curiosity about the powers of the Arcobaleno. But Tsuna’s power grew, and it became evident that it was not because Reborn had given him this power, but because the power were innate and Reborn helped him discover it. At this time, Hibari was now following Tsuna more closely, telling himself that he could stop doing so anytime he wants to. And then Hibari and his men became a part of Tsuna’s MAFIA, and Hibari refused to remind himself why he came to that decision.
She grinded her hips just inches above his, teasing him for his lack of attention. Stupid whore, she wasn’t worthy of his attention and shouldn’t act as such. He gripped the armrests of his seat tightly, resisting the urge to react violently against her, thus ruining the whole mood of Kasukabe’s party. She placed her hands on top of his, trying to force his grip off the armrests, and he thought about his hands. Tsuna’s hands were gentle, the kind that wasn’t used to hitting people, committing acts of discipline or anything useful for that matter. “Useless” was Hibari’s first impression of him, and yet Tsuna’s gentleness was also his strength. With his stupid yet natural demeanor, Tsuna commanded respect in the least obvious manner. You were just inclined to care for him, just as much as he cares for you. He was gentle even with his enemies, never really giving the final blow. He always gave them a chance, and while Hibari was usually against this, some of their former enemies, drawn to Tsuna’s unusual charisma, became their strongest allies. Left on his own though, Tsuna was bound to forgive too much and fight too little, and this is why Hibari decided to stay by his side. Left to his own devices, this troglodyte was useless.
Failing at making him let go, she turned to face him, placing her hands on his shoulders as she leaned down to whisper vulgarity in his ears. He closed his eyes and thought of his voice, that whiny, annoying, stuttering voice who almost always sounded unsure. But when decisions had to be made, that voice was sure. And when orders had to be given, that voice was firm and resolute. It had some charisma to it, his weak, pathetic voice. Whenever Tsuna spoke, you can be sure of his honesty, of his willingness to help the people he cared for. He had this annoying ability to make really annoying speeches that brought people closer to him, crowding him and requesting too much of him. Again, this was one of the reasons why Hibari was with him, to push these people away because he was too much of a herbivore to realize that he was getting eaten.
She giggled. She laughed. She faked a moan. She reminded him of his moans, and how he screamed when he forced himself inside him. Her hands on his face reminded him of how Tsuna’s hands trembled beneath his grip, and how he clawed at the sheets when Hibari let go of his wrists, pushing himself further inside. A brush of her lips against his reminded him of how he left a trail of kisses, or rather, bites down the boy’s body, Tsuna whimpering every time his teeth came into contact with his skin. And he pushed and he bit and he gripped, not caring about how Tsuna felt, making the boy cry as he called out his name. Hibari was much higher in the food chain than Tsuna was, it was only natural for him to take his prey.
And yet the next morning, when he woke up in a bad mood as usual, Tsuna had the gal to smile at him. He pushed him back down on the bed, laughing. And he said, “It’s ok, Hibari, you don’t have to get up yet.”
Hibari closed his eyes when he said that, turning his back on Tsuna as he tried to go back to sleep. That was when Tsuna wrapped his arms around him and whispered…
I love you.
Fuck. Fuck these feelings and fuck that worthless herbivore and fuck this whore who was dancing in front of him.
He opened his eyes, ready to strike at her and push her off him but she was already dancing for someone else: Kasukabe. Kasukabe was smiling awkwardly, mumbling something about having a lover back in his home village. Hibari decided to get up and leave the room to pour himself a drink to bring himself back to his senses…
… and to remind himself about how Tsuna wasn’t there anymore.
Word Count: 1283
Total Word Count: 1848 (so way behind...)